#they all started getting like 15+ reblogs a few hours ago

[ravixen]

hello! i just read you svt forgetting about date thread and its so good! Would like to request for the remaining members reactions if possible 🥹 thank you!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

svt + forgetting your date (pt 3)

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || 0.9k words ➔ notes: general, fluff ; yep! excited to get this series completed and out of the way. if you liked the reactions, please reblog :) for any new followers, please make sure to read my pinned post.

SEUNGCHEOL: he often jokes that money can solve the world's biggest problems, and for the most part, it's true...when the problem is jeonghan's desire for fancy items. but when the problem is him not showing up to a date that he planned? he doesn't think expensive gifts will placate you, especially when he wakes up to missed calls and text messages that quickly go from confused to annoyed. he's in the middle of typing an excuse when you call one more time, and he answers with a sheepish laugh of your name. "um, I can be on the way in like 10, 15 minutes? it doesn't take me long to get ready." he's already rolling out of bed and pulling clothes out of the closet, but you sigh into the phone and that stops him in his tracks. "we've already missed the train," you say, and with a start, he realizes just how late he is. "even if you somehow make it here within the hour and we catch the next one, the lines will probably be too long. wouldn't be worth it." oh, this sucks. he's the one who got you all excited about a first-come, first-serve festival a few hours away, and he didn't deliver. "let's get breakfast and come up with a new plan then. we can't go there, but we have all day to do whatever you want."

SOONYOUNG: his ambition, an attractive trait on its own, comes with the tendency to over-estimate his capabilities. for example: when he got drunk during lee youngji's show and immediately headed to practice after. at the time, you watched the video of his tipsy dancing with an amused smile. his work ethic was admirable...and kind of funny in a way. now? you don't think it's very funny at all. you tap your foot as you stare at your text thread, where two hours ago he said that work was wrapping up and that he had time to freshen up before coming to your date. well, he's late. right when you were about to text him for an update, he calls you. "hey!" there's a muffled crash and a mumbled swear before his voice is back. "I'm so, so sorry. the shoot ended, but they asked for a short interview and I thought we had time. and we did! but I think I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm and—" he huffs, zipping something up. "I can make it there in twenty minutes!" you check the time, frowning. "with traffic, it's probably closer to half an hour. why don't we re-schedule, soonyoung? I'll just go home." "no, but you cleared your schedule for today! why don't we meet up somewhere halfway, hm? I want to see you at least."

WONWOO: he's a runner (he's a track star), and he uses those long legs to book it down the street, trying his best to ignore the judgmental glances of passing strangers. faintly, he can make out your figure in front of the restaurant, your phone in hand as you scroll. when he skids to a stop in front of you, you don't look impressed, but that's better than looking angry, he supposes. he doubles over with his hands on his knees, taking gasping breaths and spitting out excuses for his lateness. the only thing you say in return is, "they gave up our dinner reservation," which makes his heart sink because you made the reservation months ago. with how popular it is, he had to bring out the celebrity card, and even then, he barely got on the list. "do you want to try the place across the street?" he offers his hand and a weak smile that you only glance at. "and spend the entire time knowing that we could've been over here instead? no, thanks." you show him your screen. "let's go here." it's closer to the apartment, thus in the direction he just came from, but he'd take driving back over you giving him the cold shoulder all night.

JIHOON: "you stood me up," you say when he finally picks up the phone. and then you laugh and tell him that it's not a big deal—it's just a maplestory date, after all—but he hears the disappointment in your voice and he knows that it was more than simply meeting up in a silly video game. it was about making time for each other for the first time in forever, about being on call for as long as you can, about laughing as you watch him fall off the platform for the nth time in a row. it was about the fact that he made a promise and broke it for such a stupid reason. he looks at the time. "when are you planning to sleep?" he asks, already opening the game launcher and sliding on his headphones. "I don't have anything tomorrow. why?" he hums. "let's go farm those rare items you wanted." it must've been the right thing to say because you gasp, "really? it's going to be such a waste of time, though...are you sure?" of course he's sure. being with you, regardless of what you're doing, is rarely a waste of time. plus you were venting the other day about how no one wanted to help you farm. "load up. I'm waiting."

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[dovesndecay]

I don't want to make this post. I don't, I don't, I don't. I never do.

I'm eternally exhausted with making begging posts every week, with my own situation and lack of options, of what feels like inviting a cocktail of pity and disdain from every which way, and having to be gratingly transparent about my finances and my personal health to complete strangers to essentially make a bid for "why I deserve to be helped" is...a lot to deal with when you're already disabled and chronically mentally ill.

But I have little room left for pride, and, well, *gestures at capitalism*.

If you follow me, you probably know my situation. But for those who don't, here's the cliff notes.

I'm disabled and unable to work and support myself beyond what I do for my patreon (which is never as on-schedule as I keep trying to make it) and when my roommate and I feel up to it, we do doordash a couple times a week to supplement. Those funds generally go towards meds and food when things get tight.

For the month of October, thanks to incredibly generous folks, I was able to just make the car insurance payment and parts of the smaller bills that had begun piling on top of each other.

But out of my regular $1200 worth of bills, I still have $935 left that I need to pay to just make it to being able to start trying to pay November's bills.

$400 of that $935 is just to make the car payment. Which is kinda important.

(For folks that saw we had to send the car in to the mechanic a week or two ago; Johnny's all fixed up, running good, and I can't thank y'all enough for the help!! I've been out of town, and I was so worried about him!!)

My car is how @natalieironside makes it to her dirt wizard job each night, which is what pays for the roof over our collectively queer disabled heads, so keeping Johnny in our possession, instead of the bank's, is, admittedly, pretty high priority. And it's already getting near a month overdue.

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[choicesflashfics]

A few weeks ago I received an ask about doing another holiday prompt list this year, and it was suggested to use the same list from last year as there were so many prompts on it. So here is the list for the Choices Flashfics Holiday Prompt event, starting Sunday November 26th and running through January 6th.

Guidelines:

The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present.

The prompts must be used exactly as they are except if you need/want to change “Christmas” in any of the prompts to another winter holiday that you/your character(s) celebrate, you may do so. (some already give an option, but you can choose any winter holiday that fits your story, or just “the holidays” is fine too)

Any of the prompts used must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using and specify if they are from the holiday prompt list and/or the weekly prompt list. 

Use proper warnings/tags for the fics if they require any (nsfw, etc.)

Tag @choicesflashfics when you post and your fic will be reblogged. If your fic isn’t reblogged within 48 hours of posting (because we all know how tumblr tags are wonky sometimes), send a message with the link. 

Post your holiday fic(s) by Saturday, January 6th (11:59 EST)

You can post as many holiday fics using as many of the prompts from the holiday list as you want during the duration of the event. You can combine the prompts with the weekly flashfics prompts if you’d like and/or use them with other ongoing Choices events. Any fics submitted will be linked in that respective week’s weekly fics post, and a special post containing all submitted holiday fics will be posted Sunday, January 7th. I hope these lend some inspiration if needed! 

❄️happy holidays and happy writing❄️

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1. “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

2. “That should be our Christmas card this year.”

3. “You’d make a cute elf.”

4. “I thought you were going home for Christmas/the holidays.” -> “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

5. “Who decorated your tree? A toddler?”

6. “See? I told you running in the snow at midnight was fun!”

7. “This is the first time I’m spending the holidays with someone I actually like.”

8. “Did you break into my house?” -> “You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?”

9. “I’m really nervous to meet your family …”

10. “You’re getting coal this year.”

11. “Don’t get your tinsel in a tangle.”

12. “The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year.”

13. “My secret Santa got me a trash can.” -> “Mine got me a half-eaten bag of chips and a tube of chapstick.”

14. “You. Me. Snowman. Now.” 

15. “I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus.”

16. “I dare you to run through the snow … naked.”

17. “Look, there’s mistletoe. We have to kiss, it’s the law.”

18. “If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.”

19. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not going out in that snowstorm!”

20. “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas/New Year’s alone, did you?”

21. “It looks like Santa threw up in here.”

22. “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?”

23. “There’s a snowstorm. I guess we’re stuck in here together until it passes.”

24. “My only resolution is to love you even more next year.”

25. “There’s no need for gifts when your presence is already a present.” -> “That was adorably cheesy.” 

26. “Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight … you and me … maybe?” -> “Ask me properly and I just might consider it.”

27. “But it’s Christmas/New Year’s Eve … you’re supposed to be here with me.”

28. “You’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?”

29. “Well, here I am. Making your Yuletide gay.”

30. “Look, couples Christmas sweaters!”

31. “Joke’s on you. I’m already on the naughty list.”

32. “Aw, look at you pretending to be Santa for the kids.”

33. “I made you some hot chocolate.”

34. “I’ll be home in time for Christmas, I promise.”

35. “Christmas brings up bad memories for me.”

36. “Looks like you got a little drunk off the eggnog, hm?”

37. “Let’s go sledding!”

38. “Christmas lost its special side to me a long time ago … but you’ve brought some of that magic back.”

39. “Don’t feel bad … you didn’t completely ruin Christmas dinner. There’s still this … Jell-o stuff.”

40. “Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under.”

41. “Parent hack: wrap empty boxes, and whenever your kid misbehaves, throw the box into the fire.”

42. “I cannot believe our car broke down in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve!” 

43. “My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.”

44. “You are impossible to shop for!”

45. “What do you mean you don’t want to go sledding?”

46. “I swear to god if you sing another damn Christmas carol …” 

47. “You know, when you said ‘Christmas party,’ this isn’t what I was expecting.”

48. “Come on, just wear the Santa hat for a little bit. Please?”

49. “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than the gingerbread.”

50. “Should you ever need a family to spend the holidays with, there’s always room for one more in my/our house.”

51. “I never had any special tradition for the holidays while growing up.” -> “So, how about we start our own?”

52. “I don’t know if the champagne has me seeing stars, but you look more beautiful than ever right now.”

53. “Your nose is red from the cold. You look like a cute little reindeer.”

54. “I know you said you didn’t want any gifts, but I want to spoil you, so deal with it.” 

55. “You’re always welcome to stay at my place for Christmas if you can’t find a hotel.”

56. “Us cramming into your childhood twin bed is definitely not how I would have imagined spending Christmas Eve at your parents’ place.”

57. “What do you mean? I think this snowman looks exactly like you!”

58. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

59. “Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

60. “This gingerbread man is me. This one is you. And I know the house looks wonky, but I promise our future home will be better than this!”

61. “Ho, Ho … oh?”

62. “Did you get us matching PJs?”

63. “Are you eating cookies right now? It’s 3 am.” -> “If Santa can do it, so can I.”

64. “The roads are getting really bad. Maybe you should stay here tonight.” 

65. “Get inside before you freeze to death!”

66. “Let’s just stay in today and watch Christmas movies.”

67. “What’s wrong? Do you not like your gift?”

68. “How about you, me, and some hot chocolate by the fireplace?”

69. “I kind of got too drunk at this Christmas/New Year’s party and I need you to come pick me up …”

70. “Someone bit all of the heads off of the gingerbread people!”

71. “Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”

72. “Guess who signed us up to go Christmas caroling?”

73. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re snowed in.”

74. “That is the saddest looking tree I’ve ever seen.” 

75. “Look at all the couples using the cold as an excuse to cuddle. It’s gross.”

76. “Great! Now I have to re-hide your gifts.”

77. “Looks like there’s still one more present under the tree …” 

78. “I thought we agreed to not exchange gifts this year?”

79. “I’m freezing! Let me steal your warmth!”

80. “We cannot put this photo on our Christmas card!”

81. “The only thing I want for Christmas is you.”

82. “Are you even tall enough to put the star on the tree?”

83. “Well done. You just ruined Christmas.”

84. “You said not to buy you any gifts, so I made you one instead.”

85. “Hey! No peeking!”

86. “Wait, did you spike the eggnog/hot chocolate?”

87. “Seriously! I told you that you would get sick going out like that!”

88. “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit, but this is ridiculous.”

89. “This has been the most memorable Christmas I’ve ever had.”

90. “Wait, you mean this whole time, you hated peppermint?”

91. “Tis the season, I guess.”

92. “What are you doing?” -> “Making a snow angel, duh.” 

93. “Would you stop eating all of the popcorn! It’s supposed to go on the tree!” -> “But I’m hungry! And who puts popcorn on a tree anyway?”  

94. “Don’t be such a grinch!” 

95. “New Year’s Eve was supposed to be fun! Instead, we ended up in a jail cell! And it’s all your fault!”

96. “Why do you get so grumpy during Christmas time?”

97. “Throw the snowball like you mean it!”

98. “It’s freezing out here! Please open the door!”

99. “Come play in the snow with me!”

100. “Almost everything that could have gone wrong did, but this was still the best Christmas ever.”

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[elliesbiatch]

Trapped pt. 2

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, angst, fingering, fisting, oral, squirting, rough, sadism/masochism, slight knife/ gun play, cursing, degrading language, basically just absolute FILTH lmk if I forgot anything.

Notes: kinda proofread :) word count: 2k

Reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated 🤍

Fuck. Why am I here? Am I that desperate for her touch that I’ve come all the way out here. I had woken during the night with an uncontrollable need for the auburn haired girl that had fucked me a few weeks ago. The minute she waltzed out the door, leaving me on the desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes she was rough and scary but she was so fucking sexy- and I needed her. Even if that was a risky thing to do. I had come back to the building it all happened in- in hopes I would see her patrolling around the area, but nothing.

I sat over at the window to watch out to see if I can spot her. I’m starting to grow impatient- she surely lives around here or something but where? I furrow my eyebrows in thought- she wanted me to come back for more surely. I Stand up and look around the room for clues as to where she could be. I groan as I find nothing. I glance over to the other side of the room to the desk. I walk over and try open the drawer but it’s locked. Shit. I scramble around the room in search for the key but I find nothing. I sigh before opening a little cabinet to see a hammer. Bingo. I bring it over to the desk and begin to hit it. Sorry desk . I slam the heavy tool down onto the desk a few more times.

I’m literally so pathetic doing all this. The desk falls into pieces beneath me and out floats a piece of paper. I pick it up and begin to read it ‘You want more don’t you - meet me here at sunrise in 3 weeks’ it read. I bit my lip and quickly done the calculations. That was in a couple hours. I internally celebrate before shoving the paper into my back pocket. I should probably hide somewhere and wait for her- I still don’t know what her real intentions are. What if her plan was to really kill me this time. I gather my stuff and get comfy in the closet at the back of the room. I have my gun in hand ready for her.

A couple hours pass and I can barely keep my eyes open. The room starts to brighten as I look out of the crack in the closet. It’s sunrise where the fuck is she? Maybe she wasn’t coming. A horrible dread begins to brew in my stomach. Why did I care if she came or not? I open the closet door quietly and tip toe over to the door so I can catch her off guard if she emerges. About 15 minutes pass and I nearly give up when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. That’s gotta be her. Butterflies erupt as I grip my gun harder. “You here?” She coos as I see her shadow get closer to the door.

I quickly turn around the door frame and see her beautiful face again. “Fuck wh-“ she begins as I hold the gun to her. She slowly lifts her hands up in defence. She didn’t have a weapon ready? She lunges forward unexpectedly to try and grab my gun but I manage to push her to the floor. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re going” she growls as I hold the gun to her temple. “Get up- give me your bag” I instruct. She giggles before doing as I say. “Fine- now what pretty girl” she smirks. “Turn around” I tell her as she raises her eyebrows and says a quick ‘ok’.

I quickly grab the metal handcuffs from my back pocket and slam them onto her wrists. I grab her arm and twist her around to face me. “Kinky” she smirks. “What?-Are you in charge this time or something ?” She asks as she comes closer to me. Fuck she looked so good. “Sit there- I’m gonna take your jeans off” I tell her. She scoots herself up onto one of the desks that was still intact. “I see you came back- got my letter…I knew you were a desperate slut” she says as I pull her jeans and underwear off. I hum and look in awe at her pussy. “So perfect” I mutter under my breathe. “Huh?” She asks. “Nothing”.

I lean down and kiss her inner thigh before biting down on it. She hisses and I smirk. I was gonna fuck her so good. “That hurt” she snaps. I begin to rub over the bite mark- looking up at her. “Don’t lie- you wanted me again too- that’s why you left the letter” I mumble as I creep closer to her wet cunt. I make an ‘o’ shape with my mouth and blow cold air on her pussy making her take in a shaky breath. “No- I was coming to see if you were that needy you had to come back for more” she lies. I hum before aggressively sucking on her throbbing clit. “F-Fuck” she shrieks at the sudden feeling of pleasure.

I suck harder and every once in a while I stiffen my tongue to draw circles on her clit. “You’re fucking dripping” I mutter into her core. “Getting my face all messy” I smirk as her sweet moans fill the room. God- I had imagined this moment so much ever since I last tasted her. She was so delicious. “You gonna cum for me you slut” I ask as her head falls back and her chest rises up and down. “Y-yeah” she breathes and I smirk pulling away. “W-what the F-fuck” she groans as I stand up. “Why the fuck did you do that you bitch” she shrieks. She looks so fucking desperate right now- I bet she’d do anything to cum. “Stay there” I mutter going over to get something from my bag. “Or what” she mutters. “Well- you can run off if you want but then I won’t be able to make you cum” I tell her and she bites down on her lip.

I bring my pocket knife over and lightly trace it down her chest. She’s wearing only a white tank top. I need to see her perfect tits. Her breath hitches as I bring the knife back to the collar of her top. “What are y-“ she starts before I cut down the middle of her top- leaving her chest bare. “Hey I liked this top” she spits. “I like it better off” I mutter before leaning down and taking her nipple in my mouth. She moans and watches as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. “Mmmm that feels so fucking good” she groans as I continue to suck. I bring my two fingers down to her wet cunt and push them in.

Her hips rock slightly against my hand. My pussy starts to ache looking at her. “M-more” she mumbles. “Fuck- you’re greedy aren’t you whore” I groan as she moans loudly. I slip in two more fingers into her pussy and she shrieks. “Is that too much for your little tight pussy” I mutter into her tits. She shakes her head and I continue pumping four of my fingers into her. “Oh shit- that feels so good” she screams as I pick up the pace. “Mmm I’m fucking stretching you out” I moan as she looks down to see me inside her. “You’re such a slut” I groan as she tries to slam herself onto my fingers more.

“You want more baby? You want my fist in your sloppy cunt” I ask. I lean up closer to her face- she tries to speak but my fingers are giving her too much pleasure. “Tell me bitch- you want my fist huh?” I shout at her. “Fuck give me your fist please stretch me out” she manages to scream back. “Your wish is my command” I giggle before sliding my thumb into her too. “Oh shit” she shrieks- tears welling in her green eyes. “Is this too much for you to take?” I groan as her juices coat my fist more and more. “You’re so fucking wet that my fist is sliding in so easily” I groan in awe as her pussy grips and takes me in so easily.

“You got fisted before didn’t you whore? Your slutty cunt got stretched out by someone’s fist before didn’t it?” I coo as she bites hard down on her lip- drawing blood. “You’re such a mess right now” I groan as she takes my fist with ease. The squelching noises fill the room as-well as her pornographic moans. “Harder” she screams as I feel her clench around my fist. “You really want me to destroy you” I groan. I do as she wants and begin to fist her harder. I begin to take it out before slamming it back into her over and over again. Her lower abdomen slightly bulges with every hit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” she screams. “Cum on my fist” I scream as she tightens around me- her legs shake and she squirts onto my arm. “Fuck YEAH JUST LIKE THAT” she screams. I slip my fist out of her and wipe her juices into my jeans. “I’m never washing these” I mutter but she can’t hear me as her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. She lays flat on the desk as I begin to take off my jeans and underwear. “You gonna clean me up now ? Like a good girl ?” I ask and she props herself up on her elbows. She nods quickly and I smile “good slut”.

I climb up on the desk and position my hips above her sweaty face. She hums before I lower myself on to her face. “Yeah clean me up baby” I moan as eats me out. “Such a good slut for me” I mutter as she swirls her tongue around my clit. I look down at her as she watches me enjoy myself - her green eyes filled with lust as she begins to suck on my throbbing clit. “Fuck- seeing you take my fist made me so wet” I moan. She hums into me as I begin to grind my pussy up and down. “I like being in control of you- you’re such a good listener” I breathe as she sticks her stiff tongue into me.

She slips it in and out of me and I feel the knot form in my belly. “Fuck baby just like that- reward me for making you squirt” I moan. She takes her tongue out of my wet hole and sucks on my clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” She mutters into me sending a vibration through me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I scream as the knot snaps and I release onto her pretty face. I ride it out on her face. “Fuck- your pretty mouth works so good” I pant as I climb off her. I calm my breathing as I get up to put my clothes back on and go to pick my bag up.

She’s still laying on the desk- cunt destroyed- and my juices coating her mouth. “Hey wait” she Leans up. “What?” I ask - about to leave. “Un-cuff me bitch” she says with her eyebrows raised. “Oh shit- nearly forgot” I giggle and walk back over to her. “They fucking hurt” she hisses. “So did the rope” I smirk- rubbing over my wrists. She rolls her eyes as I grab the key from my pocket. I sit her up and grab her wrists and begin to put the key in the hole. “Or maybe I should leave you here like this? Let someone find you- then they’ll know how much of a sex hungry whore you are” I grin. “Fucking open them you bitch” she spits and I laugh while taking them off. “Anyways I gotta go back now” I mumble. “Are we gonna meet again” she asks getting up. “We’ll see” I smirk before leaving the room. Of course I’ll see her again ? This girl has a sexual chokehold on me.

Requests are open because I really don’t have any more ideas rn lmao😫🤍

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[musingginger]

hells bells // eddie munson

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis – Eddie gets a little too drunk at Steve’s party, and you get to take care of him.

Warnings – angsty Eddie, some cursing, kissing, LOTS of fluff, handsy Eddie, lots of nicknames (sweetheart, princess, bubba), established relationship, cute ending. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count – 2.5k

A/N- I have always thought that Eddie would be so cute and funny drunk, especially if his partner was not really having it (and definitely being a horndog). Hey, I’ve been there before plenty of times. More Eddie fluff, angst and smut in the works! Comment below if you’d like to be tagged in any upcoming works! And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! <3

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The music coming from inside the house was vibrating your car.

Steve was throwing one of his legendary ragers, considering his folks were out of town, again. It seemed like they were always out of town. You felt bad for Harrington, being cooped up in that house all by himself, but on a night like tonight, you could definitely see the perks of having a huge house to yourself all the time.

Though you and your boyfriend, Eddie, had been invited, you had your shift at the diner that you could NOT get out of. Eddie and Steve had been getting closer the last few months, so your metalhead lover decided to go alone.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok by yourself? You know that a lot of your least favorite people from Hawkins High are going to be there….”

“Princess, come on. I’ll be fine! I promise! Plus, Harrington and Robin will be around, so I’ll have plenty of buffer.” He responded, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. “Just promise to meet me at Harrington’s after your shift.” You nodded softly, praying that it would be a night without incident. Apparently, that was too much to ask for.

You turn off your car with a huff. Steve had called you a half hour ago, explaining that he might have fucked up a little bit. It appears that Steve thought it would be a great idea to have Eddie play beer pong, but instead of beer in the cups, it was straight shots of liquor. What kind you ask? He couldn’t say for sure.

“Fuck, Harrington, you should know better!” You loudly whisper into the phone, not wanting to alarm your manager or any of the customers.

“I know, I know, Y/N-”

“He’s a terrible shot!”

“Jesus, yes, I know I fucked up. Can you please come get him? Robin hid his keys an hour ago, but he’s running around with a bottle of whiskey, Jason’s looking to pick a fight with him, and it doesn’t look like Eddie’s slowing down anytime soon…”

“Ok, ok! I’m off in 15 minutes. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up the phone firmly, sighing softly to yourself.

You close the car door, preparing yourself for, what you consider, battle. Honestly, you’ve never really seen Eddie super drunk before and had no idea what to expect. He had taken care of you a few times before, but he’s always more into an herbal option at parties.

Swinging open the side door to the large residence, you are immediately greeted by Robin who grabs your arm, yanking you into the kitchen.

“OH! Y/N! Thank god you’re here. He’s really on one tonig-” Before Robin could finish her sentence, you heard a familiar booming voice from the living room.

You poke your head around the corner, seeing Eddie’s slim frame on top of Steve’s coffee table. His jacket was disheveled, and he was swaying badly, steadying himself with the light fixture. He was literally whoo-ing into the ceiling and still holding that damn whiskey bottle. And at the other end of the table was Jason and his cronies, watching and laughing at him.

“Munson, please get down from the tab-” Steve starts. Eddie puts his finger up to Steve’s lips, quieting him.

“GOOD FOLK OF HAWKINS! -hiccup- It is I, your Dungeon Master. I have a request of thee! HAS ANYONE -hiccup- SEEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN IN ALL THE LAND, Y/N?” Eddie gestures the bottle around the room.

“Shut up, Freak!” Jason calls up at him. “She’s not here.”

“Well, where is she then, JAY-SON” Eddie calls back snidely, dramatically putting his hands on his hips.

“She’s your bitch, you should know where she is, Freak.” Jason says while turning around towards his crew.

Eddie’s eyes darken. “What the -hiccup- fuck did you just -hiccup- call her?”

Your eyes widen as you bound into the room, just as Eddie clumsily tries to get down from the coffee table. He awkwardly lunges at Jason, going for his throat.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! HEY! EDDIE HEY!” Grabbing at his jacket, your hands get a grip on your lanky boyfriend while Steve threw up his hands on Eddie’s chest, stopping him making Eddie stumble back into you. You wince as his whole-body weight hits your shoulder.

“Da fuc-?” He looks behind him in confusion, eventually locking eyes with you. “Y/N!” He screams in your face, grabbing it with both hands, before laying a sloppy kiss on your lips. Eddie tasted like whiskey, cigarettes and weed, an unusual combination for him.

“Hi bubba.” You say softly with a gentle smile. Lacing his fingers in yours, you tenderly try to edge him towards the door, but Eddie was pulling you in further into the party.

“STEVE! LOOK! IT’S Y/N!” He screams at the All-American boy, who gives you an awkward wave while mouthing sorry. You glare at Steve, letting out an exacerbated sigh, prying the almost empty whiskey bottle out of Eddie’s other hand. He whines at you softly.

“No fun.” Leaning into you, groaning into your neck.

“Eds, comeon, let’s go home bub.” You say quietly into his ear.

He perks up a little bit. “Go home you say? OOooooo I know what that means!” He says in sing song voice, giggling like a middle schooler who just found out what boobs are.

You roll your eyes at your childish boyfriend, pulling him through the crowd. “Now Eddie!” You bark at him firmly, getting a snicker from the legion of green letterman jackets that was between you two and the car. Eddie pouts, but follows obediently, dragging his feet behind him.  

“See, I always knew Munson didn’t wear the pants in their relationship. I guess he’s actually the bitch.” Jason says snarky, receiving a fist bump from one of his friends.

You turn to face the blonde, your face a deep red from the insult tossed at Eddie. “Jason, if I were you, I wouldn’t throw stones in glass houses.” Words cutting through the air, leaving a moment of silence that slashed through the room like a knife. Robin snickers from behind you, and Steve tries to hold back a smile, but a smirk escapes his lips. Eddie gafaws at the interaction, doubling over and holding his stomach, pointing at Jason, face a bright pink.

“You get it? Cause she’s calling you a bitch?” Eddie laughs loudly as you pull him through the side door, shutting it behind the two of you.

As soon as the door closes, Eddie tries to pin you against the side of the house for a deep kiss. Usually, you would be all into it. You loved nothing more than Eddie pushing you up against a wall and making out with you. But, due to his drunkenness, it was sloppy and sort of the last thing you wanted.

“Eds, please. Don’t-” You say gently, knowing those words would heart your love’s tender heart.

Eddie’s eyes instantaneously well up with hurt. “You -hiccup- don’t want me to kiss you?” His bottom lip jutting out, as he looks into your eyes.

Gently tucking a tendril of hair behind his ear, you sigh before continuing. “Can I just get you home safely first?” Eddie nods somberly, stretching out his needy hand for you to hold. Lacing your slender fingers in his, cold rings brushing against your skin, you lead him to your car.

“What about my van?” Eddie asks weakly.

“We’ll get it tomorrow. Don’t worry, Steve will watch over it.” You open the car door for him, sliding him inside. After softly closing the door, you move to the driver’s side of the car, getting yourself situated inside. You lean over and buckle Eddie’s seatbelt and notice he’s still pouting.

“Eds? What’s wrong?”

“I still want a kiss.” Leather covered arms crossed in front of his chest.

You roll your eyes at the small tantrum he’s throwing before gently tilting his head to the side and placing a full kiss on his lips. You do love how needy he is after a few drinks or joints, in most cases. He smiles under you and tries to playfully bite your lip, but you quickly pull away.

“Ah ah lover boy. No biting.” Shaking a finger at him. He smiles a big smile at you, leaning back into the passenger seat, seemingly very satisfied with himself.

“Where to, princess?” He asks, slightly slurring his words.  

“First we’re getting you some food.” You say, turning the key in the ignition, headlights illuminating the side of the house.

“Mmmm…And then?”

“Yours or mine, bubba. Mom and Dad are out of town.” Shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the driveway.

“Mmmmmmm...” Eddie ponders the choice, gazing at you, drinking you in. “Yours. I like your bed better.” His large hand crawls its way over to your thigh, squeezing lightly.

“Mine it is then.” You start the route to the nearest McDonalds, which is in the opposite direction of your house, but you needed to get something in Eddie that will soak up the alcohol. Soft hiccups fill the car. “Hells bells, bub, you got so drunk.”

“HELL YEAH I DID!” Eddie says loudly, giving you metal horns with his free hand. You couldn’t help but snort at his ridiculousness.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Eds.” Cracking a smile in his direction, as the golden arches appear over the hill. Pulling through the drive through, you order Eddie’s favorite combo, with an extra fry for you. You too deserved a little treat after all. After handing him the yellow wrapped burger, you make the 10-minute drive to your place.

Eddie goes in on the burger, keeping his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. You turn to look at him, a smile planted on his face, mouth full of fast food. Groaning as you watch lettuce fall from the buns and onto his lap.

“God, whatever am I going to do with you?” You ask him jokingly, as you try to wipe away some of the mess from his jeans.

“I could think of a couple of things you could do with me.” He grins at you, giving you an over exaggerated wink.

“Not happening, bubba. You’re way too drunk.”

“Awe, comeon. Can’t I love on my -hiccup- girl a little bit? Pleeeease?”

“You can in the morning, when you’ve sobered up.”

“Pinky promise?” Eddie holds out his pinky finger, waiting for yours to wrap around it.

“Pinky promise.” Intertwining your pinky with his, giving it a little kiss. You unlace your finger from his and put your hand on the back of his neck, lightly scratching his skull. This makes Eddie groan with pleasure, and he closes his big brown eyes.

“Almost there, Eds.” Whispering softly to him. He lightly grunts in acknowledgement, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

Pulling into the dark driveway, Eddie leans in towards you, face getting dangerously close to yours. The corner of his mouth was dabbled with some of the Micky D’s secret sauce that was on his burger. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” His compliment makes you blush. His compliments always make you blush.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” He continues. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

You turn the ignition off and turn towards your goofy metalhead. You lean in, giving him a tender kiss on his soft cheek. “You know how much I love you, right, Eddie?” You murmur against his skin.

He nods, nuzzling into the top of your head. “I love you, princess.”

“Love you to the moon and back.” Pressing one more gentle kiss onto the corner of his mouth, wiping away the sauce. “Comeon, let’s get you in bed.”

You bite your lip, smiling to yourself, as you help him get him out of the car. In those moments, he was more of a baby giraffe than an adult man. Stumbling into your arms, you grip him, lifting him up and helping him into the house. Hands interlaced with one another, warm and comforting. You flip on the hall light, leading him up to your room, giving him a kiss on the top of his hand every few steps.

Finally, you reach the comfort of your room, the moonlight seeping in through the window, giving everything a soft blue glow. You sit Eddie on the bed, kneeling in front of him, pulling his shoes and socks off.

“Mmmm I like you in that position.” He mumbles as you unbuckle his pants, still mercilessly trying to flirt.

“You’re such a horndog, Eds.” Chastising him slightly as you yank his jeans off his lower body.

“Of course I am. Have you seen -hiccup- yourself?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed into a knot, trying to concentrate on you while the room spined around him.

When you look back up, his eyes were closed, and he was swaying slightly. The soft moonlight created a sort of halo around his head. He groaned when you gently slide his jacket and vest off. Eddie pressed his heavy head against your torso.

“Don’t feel good.” He mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“Hold on, I’ll get you water and an aspirin.” You dash into your bathroom, grabbing an empty glass, filling it quickly from the tap and two Tylenol. You press the glass into his hand, as you open his mouth with your thumb.

“Open up, bub.” Groaning, Eddie reluctantly opened his mouth for you. You place the tablets in his mouth and lift he glass for him.

“Drink babe. Please.” He takes a large gulp from the glass, sighing softly.

You tuck back a few strands of his hair behind his ear. Thumbs pressing into the apple of his cheek, stroking softly. The touch grounds him enough for you to be able to be able to slide his shirt off his tattoo covered chest.

Laying him back on the bed, you quickly strip down to your undershirt and panties. Once you’re comfortable, you tuck Eddie into bed before slipping under the covers yourself. His arm was draped over his eyes and as soon as he felt you next to him, he turned, snuggling into you.

“Can we have chocolate chip pancakes in the morning?” Eddie grumbles into your ear quietly.

“Of course, but only if I’m on griddle duty. Last time you almost burned down the house.”

“Did not.” He smirks into the top of your head. “They just got a little crispy is all.” His large fingers find the slope in the small of your back, gently stroking it.

“Ok, bubba, whatever you say.” Laying a small kiss on the spider tattoo on his chest.

A delicate sigh escapes Eddie’s throat as he starts to head off into a deep sleep. Finally, you allow your eyes to close, and body relax into the warm embrace of your lover boy.

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22 | Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, description of brutal injuries (blood & gore)

⨰ wordcount: 5.7k

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⧖⧗Circa Alexandrite⧗⧖

Three circas ago, things had been fine. Well, as fine as things can get during a war, anyway. Despite the little hold-up in Circa Aquamarine, everything else has been smooth sailing: few casualties, even fewer deaths. But it’s summer once again and the Darlaeans have become ruthless.

The medical tents are busy at every hour of the day with healers rushing in and out, beads of sweat dripping down their fatigued faces. You try to help out as much as time permits, but even your work becomes too much with creating all of the new battle plans, running an entire sector and training in secret with the help of Nayoon. Even with the repeating codes, there’s not much you can do to prepare for the Darlaean’s magic.

“It’s so cruel,” Nayoon shivers. “Who would come up with magic like this?”

“They must be getting tired of having been on the losing side for too long,” Jeonwoo snorts. “They’re doing anything they can to win.”

“But it’s too much,” Nayoon says.

“We’ve done worse,” Wonmi counters. “They’re only getting back at us. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

Nayoon visibly grimaces. “But you don’t understand, Captain Bak. There was a soldier in the medical tent two hours ago. Do you know how she died? They shot a small metal sphere into her. It only hit her knee, but as soon as it made contact with her skin and punctured through it, it morphed into a sponge-like structure. It absorbed all of the liquid in her body. I watched her eyeballs dry out and sink into her skull, Captain. I watched her unable to cry physical tears through the pain. And I heard her screams die in her throat once all of the salivae dried up. No matter how many healers tried to extract the sponge, it wouldn’t budge. She died in my arms, Captain. How can you say an eye for an eye, a life for a life? I’ve never tortured a Darlaean to death like that in my entire life!”

“Then would you like to suggest a solution?” Wonmi says. “What can we do except take it and deal our own damage?”

“I just—I wasn’t looking for a solution, I was only…” Nayoon looks and sounds close to tears. You place a hand on her shoulder, hoping she won’t burst. The injuries in the tent have been taking a toll on her—just as much as they’ve been taking a toll on you and everyone else in the army. Of course it’s difficult watching people in pain and being unable to help them at all.

“I’m curious about the origin of these new Darlaean spells,” Major Hyun speaks up, attempting to neutralize the atmosphere of the tent. “They all seem to start with a small spherical metal ball.”

“I don’t fucking get it,” Major Jo Soowon says, a frown taking its place on her lips. “How can one tiny little thing morph into so many different attacks? And so quickly, too?”

“I’m not too familiar with the Forgotten Kingdom’s magic, unfortunately,” Major Hyun admits. “But it does seem to have to do with transformation.”

“Transformation?” about three to four officers ask simultaneously.

“Yes,” Major Hyun answers. “Unlike us, the Darlaeans may never create out of nothing. It seems as though they are taking advantage of their transformation magic to attack us.”

“Well, how do we stop it?” Major Jo asks, crossing her arms over her chest so suddenly that her ponytail sways from behind her. “It’s not like we can keep them from manufacturing their stupid fucking metal balls.”

“Then maybe we find a way to prevent them from completing their transformation spell,” Nayoon says. She sounds desperate, clutching your hand on her shoulder. “We have to figure out something. We’re getting massacred out there and I—I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”

“Toughen up,” Ohsung says, handing his major his gourd filled with Takju, but she refuses with an adamant shake of her head. He sighs. “I think you were onto something, Major. Preventing them from completing their transformation spell.” You jump when the man suddenly turns to you, his drunk eyes peering into yours. “Think you can work with that, Capt’?”

“Well, I was thinking we’ll need a sample,” you say, the idea of which had been brewing in your head ever since Nayoon had spoken. “We’ll need a sample of a sphere that hasn’t been touched by their magic. If we can figure out its properties, then we would be able to see if we could change the structure of it and ultimately prevent the Darlaeans from applying their transformation spells.”

“See!” Ohsung says, his head tossing over to the side to stare at his major. “We already have a solution. We can’t give up yet.”

It’s strange seeing Ohsung be the optimistic one in the central tent, but then again, Nayoon isn’t usually the pessimistic one, either. But it seems like much of the injuries in the medical tents have eroded her hope, and she had wisely chosen this time to show her vulnerability, being unable to do so in the presence of her soldiers in fear of instilling terror. 

“It won’t be easy,” Suhyun speaks up. “It’s going to take a team of well-trained air mediums,” she says, trailing off to look at Nayoon. “Do you think you can do it, Major Im?”

Nayoon’s eyes enlargen. “Train the air mediums, sir?”

“I’ll accompany you,” the General says in his husky voice. “You won’t be doing it alone.”

“Do you really think it’s worth all the extra training, though?” Jaeno says, crossing his arms over his chest and inadvertently flexing the tiger tattoo on his bicep. “Shouldn’t we be training all soldiers to be dodging the spheres?”

“Of course it’s worth the extra training, Major,” Wonmi sighs. “We’re trying to get to the root of the problem. Dodging the attacks won’t have as high of a success rate in the long run.”

Jaeno just shrugs. “Just trying to share some edge cases.”

Wonmi has a look on her face as if she wants to say, ‘Then at least come up with intelligent edge cases.’ But she wouldn’t publicly humiliate her own major like that; she may have a sharp tongue, but she knows when and where to use it.

“I also think we need to open up more medical tents,” Hyojung says. “I don’t want any soldiers being treated on the ground. They all deserve a cot.”

“We need more healers too,” Jeonwoo chimes in. “We need as much help as we can get.”

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” the General says.

“We’ll be all right,” Suhyun says. “The worst of it will be over soon—especially when we figure out how to counter their transformation magic.”

The General nods.

“Major Im, if you could begin organizing training groups starting today,” Suhyun says, “it would be greatly appreciated.”

“Yes, sir,” Nayoon says. She looks a little better already, now that a semi-solution has been set in place. You give her shoulder one last squeeze before letting go. 

“I think that’s all the General and I wanted to discuss with you today,” Suhyun continues. “Thank you for the short meeting. Everyone is dismissed.”

The officers are in a hurry to leave. Rightfully so. There’s quite a lot to do. Even Nayoon, who usually walks out with you has hurried away, off to complete her new duties. The tent is almost bare now, save for the General and Suhyun, yet even she’s halfway out of the curtains. “I have another meeting with the fourth sector,” she tells him, and he can only nod in response.

That just leaves you and him.

You don’t know how it got to this point, and so quickly, but you also don’t really mind.

And then you hear him call you.

“Officer,” he says in that soft voice of his.

Your heart leaps in your chest. 

“Yes, sir?”

“I saw you and Major Im,” he says.

You frown, a little perplexed. “Sir?”

“This morning,” he barely elaborates. “The past several mornings, actually.”

Oh. Oh no. He saw you training with her. Does he think you’re going against his orders? Does he think you’ll sneak out onto the battlefield? Is he going to chastise you? Has he already chastised Nayoon?

“I asked her to train me,” you say in an attempt to take all of the blame. “It wasn’t her fault. It was my idea, sir, and we’ll stop. It was selfish of me to burden Major Im with more tasks when she’s already been so busy with her duties. I apologize.” It’s a pity. You should’ve been more careful, should’ve been more aware of your surroundings. Because training was the only thing that kept your and Nayoon’s minds off of the horrible deaths and the other abhorrent terrors the Darlaeans were imposing on your soldiers.

The General raises his eyebrows. “You don’t have to stop,” he says. “Nor do you have to apologize. You can train as much as you want, Officer; I have no qualms over that. In fact, you’ve been improving.” A slight pause. “It’s nice to see.”

Oh.

Oh!

Your anxieties wash away, and they become replaced with a newfound hope: “Then will you reconsider, sir?”

“Reconsider?” He frowns as if he’s confused, but soon, the recognition flashes in his eyes. His frown deepens. “No, Officer. I will not reconsider letting you go out there.”

“But sir,” you protest, “you said it yourself that I’ve improved.”

“It’s true that you have, Officer,” he says, “but I don’t think you understand. No amount of improvement can prepare you for what’s out there. Haven’t you seen the medical tents? This isn’t a choice you want to make because you feel left out. If you feel shame for being the only officer who does not fight, then so be it. Shame is worth you being alive.”

“It’s not just shame,” you say. “It’s the fact that I want to fight for Solaria. Why must I stay back and witness drafted Solarians go into war with terrorized faces and uncertainty in their steps? I would never fear, and I would be so very certain of my decision. Sir, I’d happily risk my life for this nation. Please, just let me.”

He shakes his head. “It’ll only be a matter of time until one of us officers comes home badly injured.” He stares you down as if to instill fear in you. “When that happens, Officer, you’ll see why I don’t want you going out there.”

“But sir—”

He stops you by holding up his hand. “Did you not understand?”

“Sir?”

“I told you three circas ago that I don’t want to lose you. I hope that meant something to you, Officer.”

Of course it meant something. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by without you thinking about it. Over and over again his words have echoed in your head. 

Because I don’t want to lose you.

When you’d first heard those words you’d nearly combusted. You’d felt like vomiting butterflies. You felt the stars shooting across your belly. You didn’t know what else to say but stutter a very embarrassing, “I-I… I don’t want to lose you, either.” And you’d meant it with every fiber of your being—not just because he’s your General, but because… for Sooht’s sake! You’re not going to continue down that path. You’d also been too stunned at his “confession” that you’d been unable to probe him further about his decision. But once in the solitude of your tent, you’d realized maybe you’d interpreted his words incorrectly. 

You and he are merely a captain and her General. He can’t lose you because you’re currently his sole battle planner; without you, the army would be plunged into chaos before he and Suhyun could scramble to find a replacement. He only said he couldn’t lose you because he really can’t, not without risking unwanted casualties.

Unlike you, he’d strictly meant business.

Unlike you, he’d said it without his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. To him, it was only a fact. It was purely logical. Rational.

For Sooht’s sake, you’re pathetic.

“Then sir, I want to take in an apprentice,” you say. “An apprentice battle planner. I’ll train them, so if something happens to me out there, they can replace me. That way, you won’t ever have to take on extra work or go through the struggle of finding someone capable enough to do the job.”

The General sighs, and for the first time in your entire two years of knowing him, he actually sounds exasperated with you. “This is an order, Officer.”

You match his exasperation. “But why won’t my suggestion work? If I start looking for an apprentice now, and I begin training them, I should be fine to begin fighting in the next few circas, shouldn’t I be?”

“I said it’s an order.”

“But sir—”

“I don’t want you dead,” he says. “I don’t even want to see you injured. Is that what you want to hear from me? Is telling you that I don’t want to lose you not enough?”

The air suddenly becomes very unbreathable. Is he…?

“I know you want to burn,” the General continues. “I know that you must feel as if I am smothering you. But please. Allow me to be selfish for once in my life. I can’t lose you. I can’t bear the thought.”

Oh.

“Oh,” you actually say. Only because you can’t find a single coherent thought inside of your head. Only because you’re screaming and yelling in your mind and none of that can translate into words at the moment. 

“It’s irrational,” he says. “I know. I should know better. My clan has always hated me for being weak, but maybe it’s time to embrace it.” He looks you dead in the eyes. “You’ll follow me until you die, you said? Then I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive.”

You’re at a loss for words.

Every bit of annoyance, frustration and anxiety you’ve felt about being unable to fight in the war exits your body. 

“S-Sir…”

“I’ve grown to care about you, Officer. I’ve already lost so many. But it’d really kill me to lose you too.”

Silence.

And it lasts for quite a bit. The General is panting slightly, peering at you with those sharp eyes of his. His cheeks are tinged pink, his hair swept messily across his forehead… The wrinkles in his scarlet uniform, the three notches sitting on the collar, the golden cords tangled up together… His back is slouched per usual, hands laced behind him. You’re too afraid to meet his eyes, so your gaze rests on his feet, where he dons a pair of muddy boots.

He must’ve been so busy he couldn’t even clean up before the meeting. And now here he is, before you, professing things that you’d never thought would come out of his mouth. For Sooht’s sake, you want to look at his face, want to analyze his countenance, but you’re scared. Of what, exactly? You’re not even too sure.

“It’s all right,” the General says gently. His feet shift against the dirt ground. “You don’t have to say anything.”

But you want to say something—that’s the problem. The words are threatening to spill right out of you, building up inside your throat. You want to say that you care for him too, that seeing him marching off to battle every couple of days leaves you with fear and trepidation. You want to tell him that it isn’t fair—why does he get to stop you from fighting and not you? Why is he allowed to protect you, but all you can do is sit and watch him put himself in danger over and over again? Why do you feel so warm? So fuzzy inside? You should be angry at him for being selfish! You should be trying to convince him that his care for you is crossing professional boundaries. You should tell him that you feel the same way.

But you don’t.

You really don’t say anything at all. You can’t. You’re scared of messing up; you’re scared of his reaction. 

The General nods at your silence. “Then you’ve been dismissed, Officer. Feel free to leave.”

You do so, without a second of hesitation. You just want to get out of there, to clear your thoughts, your mind. You move so quickly that you forget to bid him luck for tomorrow when he’ll be leaving for another one of those dreaded battles. 

And he watches you leave, a sudden sharp pain overtaking his chest. He wonders, slouching even further, if he’d said too much—if he’d accidentally scared you away. He didn’t mean to confess so much. He didn’t mean it to get so personal. But everyone he’s ever loved and cared for has left him for the spirits. He only wanted to prevent it from happening again.

He curses in his head.

It hurts. Sometimes, he cares about you so much that he knows it’s blinding him. It’s dangerous, whatever these emotions are. And it hurts even more when he realizes that you’d left—just like that—without saying anything. Of course, you don’t owe him any words, and maybe he’s being pathetic once again, but for the past three circas, rain or shine, you’ve always bid him luck the day before his battles.

But the worst pain isn’t the fact that you’ve broken a three-circa-long tradition. The worst pain is the fact that he will always be your General, and you, his officer. It’s purely professional. It’s a roundabout way to say that you probably don’t feel the same.

You didn’t sleep last night.

The General’s words have been echoing in your head. So much so that you’ve ripped apart every word, every pause, every facial expression of his… 

I can’t lose you. I can’t bear the thought.

I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive.

It’d really kill me to lose you too.

These declarations… do they really mean as much as you think they do?

Your heart hasn’t stopped at its rapid pace since then. What does that say about you? 

What do his words say about him?

You bury your head under your cylindrical pillow, groaning into your futon in frustration. 

He’s your fucking General! You’re just his captain. But why does it feel like there’s something more? Why has there always felt like there’s more?

Can he feel it too? Is that why he said the things he said?

Did he expect you to say it back?

Fuck! you curse inwardly, sitting up from your futon with your pillow flying across the tent. With so much brewing in your mind, you suddenly realize that yesterday, you’d completely forgotten to bid the General good luck before he went to battle. Three circas of doing so have gone down the drain. But maybe you can catch him before he goes today. Maybe you can fix this. Because as stupid as it sounds, you think it works—bidding him luck before battles, that is. For three full circas, he’s never been a day late and has never acquired more than a little scratch from altercations on the battlefield—even during the worst season of the year. So bidding him good luck does matter—and if it’s all just a big coincidence, it matters for the sake of your sanity, too.

You scramble up, haphazardly getting dressed and sprinting out of your tent with just one goal in mind—only to bump right into Hana and go tumbling to the ground.

Hana gasps. “Oh, Y/N!”

With the wind knocked out of you, it takes you a few seconds to be able to say anything. “H-Hana!” you pant. “D-Did the fourth sector leave yet? I had some unfinished business and I-I—”

She helps you up with one hand, hoisting you back onto your feet. “They left a few minutes ago,” she says, cocking her head. “Are you okay, Y/N? I’ve never seen you look so…” She glances at your wrinkled uniform, tousled hair and sunken eyes. “Frazzled.”

“Fuck!” you say, hands shooting up to grasp at your head. “Oh, fuck.”

Hana looks genuinely concerned for your well-being. “Something happened,” she deduces. “It’s a big deal, isn’t it? You look like you’ve seen all four spirits!”

“N-No! It’s nothing,” you say, straightening your uniform. 

“Y/N, you’re the worst liar,” Hana says. She grasps your hands, and electricity runs down your spine. “What is it? Tell me. What’s bothering you? I want to help! And if I can’t do it, I’ll make Taehoon fix it. He’s handy; you know that.”

But you can’t tell her. How are you going to explain last night’s conversation with the General without divulging some of your own emotions? What would she say if she knew? She could disapprove. She could even think you rose up the ranks because of this very relationship you have with him. 

No. Hana wouldn’t think that. She’s always been so supportive of you. She can also tell when you’re lying, which is a tribute to your great friendship. None of your lies to her have ever gone undetected—not that you lie to her excessively, to begin with. Still, all of this means that you’ll have to tell the truth in some way or another. 

You take a deep breath. “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye,” you say.

Hana’s eyes widen. “You were that worried about not being—” she stops herself and you watch in anxiety as her eyes soften. “Oh, of course, Y/N. But nothing’s gonna happen to Nayoon. She’ll be fine. I know you were worried about her last time… um, disaster struck, but she’s the Elunian prodigy, for Sori’s sake! The Darlaeans out there should be scared that she’s gonna be out there!”

You have never felt more relief in your life.

“Y-Yeah…” you say. “I know… But it’s just that we’ve had this ritual… And I don’t… It’s going to sound so stupid, but I don’t want the only time I didn’t say anything to cause a disaster.”

Hana just shakes her head, patting your shoulder. “Nothing’s going to happen to her,” she says. “Nayoon’s strong! She’s a major, now! And she has both Captain Goe and Captain Jo to back her up. Plus, the General’s out there with them today. It’s a foolproof plan. The Darlaeans will be running away with their tails tucked between their legs!”

“I hope so.” You attempt a smile. Maybe you’re overreacting. Maybe forgetting to say one little thing to the General before he left for his umpteenth battle these past three circas won’t lead to his impending doom. Maybe, in a roundabout way, Hana is right. “I’m sorry,” you apologize to her. “I crashed into you this morning and bothered you with some bullshit, didn’t I?”

Hana just snorts. “I’m the one who knocked you out, Captain, so maybe I should apologize.” She hums, thoughtfully tapping her chin with her index. But her thoughts run short as she suddenly perks up. “Ugh, I’m too hungry to think. Ooh! Come on!” she says, dragging you away from your tent. “Let’s go grab some breakfast. Just us two. I’ll even shoo Taehoon away! We deserve some quality time together. I hope they have some good ol’ pumpkin porridge. You know something funny? Back when I was in Aella, I actually found myself missing the food here. Isn’t that insane? I think a true low point was when I thought I was craving some of that spinach porridge. Bleh!”

With Hana to fill your void and chase away your superstitions, you’re able to have a somewhat relaxing morning. But the moment she leaves to complete her training for the day, you’re left behind to fend for yourself once more, and your thoughts have never been too kind to you. 

“You don’t look so well,” Wonmi tells you as she and you scrub the bloody rags next to the medical tent. 

“I don’t feel so well,” you answer.

Wonmi wrings her last rag and stands up, staring down at you with a look you can’t quite discern the meaning of. “Get some rest. I’m working a double shift in the tent, anyway.”

“I couldn’t do that,” you say, standing up and bending down to grab the bucket filled with murky red water. “I’m just… I’m worried about…” 

“Nayoon?” Wonmi asks. “Ohsung won’t let anything happen to her out there. You shouldn’t waste your time worrying about things that aren’t in your control.”

“I know… I just—”

“You can’t help it?” she says, raising her eyebrow. The two of you begin to walk back toward the entrance of the medical tent.

“I really can’t,” you sigh. “It’s just… If something happens to him, I don’t think… I don’t know… I’d feel like it’s my fault.”

Wonmi hums but takes her sweet time to react. You wonder if it’s something that you said that warranted such a gap in reaction time, but that’s when it dawns on you: in your worried state, you’ve accidentally referred to the General instead of Nayoon. If something happens to him. For Sooht’s sake, how could you be so stupid? But before you can backpedal in panic, Wonmi finally says, “I didn’t know you were so close to him.”

Your face burns.

“I-I just—I um, I’m not, no, I mean—”

“Being embarrassed about it makes me think there’s something more,” Wonmi says. She pulls back the curtain to the medical tent, and the stench of death slams itself into your senses. Yet Wonmi doesn’t react at all. “I suppose,” she begins, foot halfway into the tent, “respect does manifest in strange ways during a war.” She gives you a final look. “Some in more platonic ways than others.” Then, she’s walking away, slinging the cleaned rags over her shoulder and disappearing behind a crowd of busy healers.

For several seconds, you stand there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You’re only able to shake out of your thoughts when you realize you’ve become quite a rude obstacle for the healers simply trying to tend to their patients. You quickly move away, the dirty water in the bucket sloshing around as you do so. 

And for the rest of your shift in the tent, you work in a trance, mind someplace else. But your body is so used to your duties, you’re able to carry out your tasks without breaking out of your thoughts.

What had Wonmi meant? Some in more platonic ways than others. Does she know? Did you make it that obvious? Maybe she understands the feeling. Maybe she’s waiting for Ohsung just like you’re waiting for the General. Maybe she only said it to scare you. But no. Wonmi would never waste her breath saying something that meant nothing.

And you really do respect the General. Maybe a little too much. And maybe you’ve made it increasingly obvious. You’ve declared that you’d die for him after all. You’ve rested your head on his shoulder, too. And for Sooht’s sake, you’ve embraced him. You’ve felt his heartbeat against your ear—beating quite irregularly—just as yours.

Oh no.

Just like he’d declared to you, you can’t lose him—nor can you bear the thought. Just like him, you want to do everything in your power to keep him alive, which is why you’d been so adamant about wishing him good luck before he left for his battles. And just like him, it’d really kill you to lose him.

This is more than what an officer should feel for their General. You know this. This is the way that Hana feels for Taehoon. This is the way that Doyun feels for Minhee. This is even the way that Ohsung seems to feel for Wonmi.

You feel unbelievably happy when he speaks to you, and when he calls for you, your face heats up. When he asks how you’ve been feeling or if you’ve eaten yet, your stomach does strange flips. When he smiles, you want to smile, too. And for Sooht’s sake… when he cried, you’d wanted to embrace him, wanted to let him cry on your shoulder, but you weren’t brave enough. You didn’t want to force something that wasn’t there. 

You want him to be alive—more than anything. And you know you said two years ago that love and war is something you will never do. But you also swore to dedicate your life to this nation, to its people… and most of all, to its General. Maybe you’ve sworn it a little too hard. 

But what about him? His heart had been beating just as rapidly. 

You roll over on your back, staring up at the red ceiling of your tent from your futon.

It’s a possibility, right?

Or is it more than a possibility?

After everything he’s done for you, said to you… he has to care more about you than his sole battle planner. Or maybe you’re projecting your deepest wishes. Still… Why else would he take you around Solaria to show you the sectors that you’ve forgotten about? Why else would he wake up earlier in the morning and sacrifice his sleep to personally help you relearn fire wielding? Why else was he so ruthless when he interrogated you? Why else did he take you to his home? Why else? Why else would he actively seek your company? Because he’s bored? He barely has enough time to sleep!

But maybe you really are projecting. 

Yet…

You sigh, sitting up on your futon and bringing your knees in to hug them. At this rate, you’ll drown in your own cyclical nonsense.

For Sooht’s sake! It doesn’t matter.

In the end, it doesn’t matter at all. Because you and he both don’t believe in love and war and nothing will ever happen because you’re both married to your duties. It’s a pipe dream, essentially. And you’re fine with it. Maybe. 

You sigh again.

It’s still a little early before you should feel worried that the fourth sector hasn’t come back. And at some point in the day, you’d realized that Wonmi had been right after all: it’s useless to worry about things that are beyond your control. But now that you’ve finished worrying about your thoughts regarding the General, you’ve run out of things to worry about.

Well, not quite.

Just as you’re about to stand to see if Joon needs any help in the medical tent, someone barges into your living quarters. The someone is Hana, panting hard, with sweat dripping down the sides of her face. There’s a moving shadow outside, a running figure that looks just like Taehoon, and he’s calling to his girlfriend in a worried voice. “H-Hana! Slow down, Hana! You’re going to fall!” 

“Y/N!” Hana screams, her voice shrill and filled with terror.

Immediately, chills run down your spine. 

Oh no.

She’s close to tears. 

Your throat dries up and your hands begin to shake.

No. No, please. You beg to no one in particular. Not again.

“We were worried about the wrong person!” she cries. “Oh, Y/N.” Hana falls to the ground, completely distraught and frozen in disbelief. “It’s not Nayoon,” she says in a voice so quiet she doesn’t sound like herself at all. “It’s him. It’s the General!”

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[homunyas]

I think what bothers me most about the fact Twitter has been at death's door for like half a year or so now, and keeps hanging on anyway because people just refuse to leave, is that... the site isn't even good for what a lot of people use it for in the first place.

Even if you undid all the damage muskrat has done, even if you somehow fixed the issues with the community's harassment culture as a whole, the site is just so fucking poorly designed that I'm astounded it ever got to be The World Stage in the first place.

Twitter was only ever good for people posting stupid little updates on themselves like "come to splash mountain in next 15 mins if u want an ass kicking", it just isn't suited to be hosting art or anything else you'd want to have access to for more than a few hours before it succumbs to the ever growing content black hole that exists there.

They don't have a tagging system, it's more or less impossible to find anything an individual posted unless you scroll through their entire media tab, and even then the likelihood of anyone seeing it is so low. I really think if the stars hadn't aligned to push so many to Twitter after Tumblr's 2018 content ban, the site would have never had a chance in hell of becoming what it has today. That is, essentially the only viable place for people to go if they want their shit to be seen.

Tumblr today of course has issues too, such as an incompetent staff team, though that never stopped it before the 2018 ban, because the site itself is just better designed for hosting content. I can easily find stuff from several years ago, sometimes a decade ago, because (even despite the garbage search system), the tagging and reblogging systems allows things to continue circulating forever. Posts just don't die on this website, which is the polar opposite of how it is on Twitter.

There are other more pressing issues today, like the adult content ban which pushed people away in the first place, though I feel like I've been seeing adult art without it being removed on here more and more since they added the mature content tags. The overwhelmingly white userbase that remains doesn't help things either, not even getting into how the staff has treated minorities here (though again, that's no different than Twitter's staff).

As someone who's been on both Tumblr and Twitter at their primes, I can say that Tumblr today doesn't have nearly as big an issue it does with harassment that it did back then, while Twitter's only keeps getting worse. I don't know if that would remain the case if Twitter's userbase were to flock back here, but I'd hope most of them go to Tiktok instead shbjk

Basically what I'm saying is, I feel like things are primed for artists, content creators in general, or people who just want their stuff to have legs, to start moving back here. I've seen some start to come back, but I'm really hoping there's a bigger migration. I just think the site is overall better suited for it, and things are starting to line up so that it could be viable to spend time putting your stuff here again.

#txt

[pendragyn]

Hey, I know this is literally out of the blue but im asking for some emergency help for my cats current situation. Please boost/share it for us so that we could get some traction or it could reach more people. I understand if its not okay, so sorry for taking some of your time and I wish you to be safe and healthy, xx.(Please considering answering my ask privately or probably send me a msg! 😭🙏

look drcember, not to be mean but a blog that only came into existence 15 hours ago, reblogged a bunch of random fandom and cat stuff then suddenly has a cat emergency that needs a reblog and a private reply screams scam in every way conceivable.

But hey, you followed me 2 seconds before sending the message so kudos for trying to negate that massive red flag?

If by some miraculous chance you aren't a scammer then you should know this entire setup has ensured that everyone is going to assume that you are.

For folks new to tumblr, begging for help for a sick pet/family member is an unfortunately common scam that goes around frequently, and is why I don't reblog donation posts from randos. I highly recommend being exceedingly wary of anyone begging in your inbox.

Elodiunderglass and Vaspider have both done excellent posts on how to spot scams, but let me reiterate; there is no cat/dog/bird/sibling/child/parent/grandparent/etc, especially if;

🚩 Their blog only just popped into existence in the past few days - so no way to know what kind of person they are or if they even have the thing they're claiming they need money to save.

🚩 They don't or just started following you - meaning they found your name randomly and just decided to message you out of the blue. Why? Well, have you donated or reblogged a charity post? Did something you post go viral? Are you a mutual with people who go viral on a regular basis?

🚩 They ask for a private response to their message, but want you to publicly reblog their charity posts. This gives them and the post an air of legitimacy, that you found the post on your own (meaning you follow them) and decided it was valid enough to pass on to your followers.

Inconsistencies in their stories/posts might be minor but are huge red flags. A few examples: 🚩 being very vague about the issue but insisting it is an urgent emergency, 🚩 not using the name of the pet/person in the post, 🚩 they'll say you can send money directly to the caregivers but then only give you their personal donation links, 🚩 not having any mention of the creature/issue on their blog before the sudden need for a large sum of money.

and recognize that they have probably sent this same message to a ton of other random, viral/charity post people at the same time. 🚩🚩🚩

It's okay to be wary and not engage with those you feel are trying to scam you. If you're really worried, reverse image search the "proof" and the paypal/cashapp links. Are there other posts on other blogs with the same links but different names/causes? Are there posts on other sites about the issue but with completely different links? All confirmations of scamming.

Even if there's nothing concrete, you're still allowed to say no. Even if it's a real need! You are not obligated to donate to random strangers on the internet, please don't let anyone convince you that you are.

Save your time and money by being generous with your friends and family and local causes, or actual charities like food banks, doctors without borders, local shelters, etc.

#scam #fraud #ask #Pendragyn answers #I don't do charity posts for individuals who aren't mutuals #and even those I limit #it's okay to say no

[night-market-if]

Paper Lanterns Part 26

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr.  I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime.  Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days.  At the end of the post will be three options.  Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see.  I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others.  The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 under the cut

Swallowing, you look up at him, your breath short.  His hair fell in his face, dark and soft, cutting across his nearly black eyes.  The calm of the room shone across him, down the slope of his cheekbone. Across the curve of his jaw.  You reach up, tracing your fingers over each line of his face.  

“I’m sorry,” you mutter.

“I’m sorry too.”

Neither of you knew what exactly you were both apologizing for.  It no longer mattered.  At that moment, forgiveness was more important than past deeds, coming to a resolve.  There was a point in which you had to simply move on and as he hovered over you, the soft warmth of his sweater pressed against your bare skin, you couldn’t remember anymore why you had wanted to leave this world.  Or him.  For so long, you had fought for it. To escape the Night Market and start a life somewhere.  

Start a life.

That was always what you had said.

You held onto that notion so tight that somewhere along the way, you hadn’t realized that your life had started long ago.

“Ahem.” Both of you jumped, tearing your eyes from each other. Hazel stood in the doorway, a small smile tugging at her lips.  You practically push Malcolm to the floor in an effort to get to her, wincing as your side pulls. Hazel rolls her eyes and came to you instead, wrapping her arms around you tightly.  “My hero,” she whispers.

You wrap your arms firmly around her, hauling her close. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you? I’ll kill Tandri.  There was no reason to arrest you and… fuck I left Rat and Neve at your apothecary.”

Malcolm, from his position on the floor, shook his head. “Just thought of that, huh?”

Pulling back, Hazel cups your cheek.  “Everything is fine.  Neve took Rat back to her place.  The apothecary is shut up tight. And prison wasn’t so bad,” her smile was wane.  “I mean, it's dark, but they didn’t hurt me.  They just tossed me in a cell with no communication. I was only in there for a few hours.”

“Few hours too long,” you mutter.

Leaning forward, she places a soft kiss on my cheek.  “So,” she said, turning to her brother.  “I thought we would all be pretty hungry tonight.  And since we are lying low I can’t really go back to the apothecary yet and deal with everything.”

“Wait, why are we lying low if she made bail?” There was something Malcolm wasn’t telling you.  Or maybe the situation was worse than you thought.  Most likely, though, the two of them were once against standing in solidarity against your own fuck ups.

“Hazel made bail,” Malcolm stated calmly. “You didn’t.”

“So,” Hazel said, her voice pitching a bit higher. “I thought I would go out through the tunnels. Get a few basics. Bring it back here and cook for us all.  No decisions or plans on how we’re going to do deal with the Baron of the Mists is going to be made on an empty stomach.”  The look she gave both of us was significant. “I’ll be gone for say, three hours?”

“Four,” Malcolm smirked.

“Are you sure it’s safe for her to…”

“My bail was bought. My name is clear. Besides, I provide most of those guards with herbal supplements. No one wanted me there except Tandri. She’s always had it out for me.”

“Probably because you didn’t want to date her,” you say. 

Malcolm’s eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

Hazel waved him off, checking your wound and tutting under her breath before rising from the bed. “I’ll be back soon.  Malcolm, they are still hurt. Please keep that in mind.”

Malcolm stared after her as she grabbed her shawl and secured it around her shoulder. There was a small drop near the back of the apartment. A trap door that led to the underground tunnels that ran along the underbelly of the city.

“Tandri wanted to date her? When?”  Malcolm didn’t even wait for his sister to be out of earshot before grilling you.

“When did she not.” From what you remember, Tandri had always had it bad for Hazel. But Hazel didn’t like cruelty in any amount, and Tandri’s was past intolerable.  “Are we really going to talk about Tandri, though?”

Malcolm crawled up on the bed, sweeping the covers aside. It was the first time you realized you were stripped bare, clothes tossed aside somewhere from when he had patched up your wounds. He hovers over you for a moment, still fully clothed, drinking in the sight of you splayed before him. You feel your skin flush, your fingers curling in the moss green sheets beneath you.  It had only been a week since you had fallen against his desk. Since you were inside him for the first time in a year.  Malcolm had always been home. From the time you were young. Never again would you allow that home to be shattered like it had been for so long now.

Reaching up, you grab the back of his head, taking a fist full of his hair and pulling him flush against you. You seek out his lips with a desperate need, wanting to get closer. Desperate to feel every inch of him against you.  Bracing himself on either side of your body, he stares down at you, and you feel your motions slow.  Suddenly, your touch turns softer as you begin exploring him.  Your heart pounds against your chest as you lock eyes with his own, suddenly feeling as if this was the first all over again. Back when the two of you were young and scared of the world, clinging to each other in the dark, aching for understanding that you only could find in each other's arms.

Cupping your cheek, he runs a thumb under your eye, pressing his finger to the corner.  Then, leaning down, he captures your lips with his, kissing you in a slow and soft breath that has your chest rising and falling with emotion.  Ever so slowly, his hands began to trace your side, lingering around your hips, ghosting across you in a shuddering moan.  Tilting your head back, you gasp, falling into the comfort that was Malcolm Albright

~~~~~

After, you lean heavily against him, your sweaty cheek pressed to his, his hand running absently up and down your back.  Golden shafts of sun drift through in dizzying motes and for a brief moment, tucked far away, it was just the two of you once more.

“Your turn,” he rasps, his voice rough with pleasure.

“My turn what?” you look down at your spent bodies, the bruises forming around his collarbone, the red scratches you felt against your own jaw.  “I think I was very good at taking turns,” you murmur.

He pinches your hip.  “How did you fall in love with me?” he asks.  “When did you know?”

You look up at him. That was the thing about Malcolm. He had always been there. From the time you were a grubby little kid, wandering the streets, trying desperately not to be terrified.  Then, as you grew, as you learned, he had always been around, him and Hazel, the two of them your rock in a world that had never quite been kind to you. You don’t remember when you fell in love with him. Why it had been him over Hazel.  You just knew without a doubt one day that you were. You accepted it as easy as the air you breathed.

“I don’t think I ever fell in love with you,” you say quietly. “I think I entered the Night Market lost. I was alone and I was scared. Then I met you, and that part of me that had felt hollow since the day I was born was no longer there.  So, I never fell in love with you, Malcolm.  Because you were always just a part of me.  I just had to find you.”

There is nothing to say at the whispered confession.  Malcolm only curls you closer, pulling the blanket up over your rapidly cooling bodies and entwining his legs with yours.  With your arms around his waist, and his draped across your shoulder, the two of you lie in bed together, eyes cast towards the enchanted window, watching as the sunlight begins setting on the garden just outside.  

The day was done.  Tomorrow, dawn would light the sky with a deepening night.  The lamplight that cast its spell across the Night Market, would continue to sway. And you, would have to walk the streets, fate rolling out beneath your feet.  You only wondered if the lights above you would guide you to a safe end.

Voting closed! Part 27 here

Wake in the morning and discuss with Hazel and Malcolm what to do.

Sneak away in the middle of the night to confront the Baron. Leave Hazel and Malcolm out of this.

Try to leave the Night Market to keep them safe.

We are coming to the end, as you can probably tell. I have all the feelings guys. All the feelings.

If you want the full scene (aka, want to read the sex scene, head over to my Patreon. It is posted there so my kiddos can't find it online. LOL)

If you haven't seen, Chapter Two of the Night Market is now out! It is linked below if you're interested. Reblogs and feedback are also love! Also, there is a Paper Lanterns discord now. Click the link below to join.

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#the night market #paper lanterns #malcolm albright #I may have really struggled with this part #community fun #community if #the end is approaching

[snowdice]

Big Bang Editing Story [Day 109]

I started writing this fic while editing my Big Bang story years ago, but am going to continue doing it for other things now that Kill Dear is out. I will write and publish 100 words of the story every time I finish doing whatever task I’m doing. If you’d like to block these proceedings, please feel free to block the tag ‘proofread stories.’ I will reblog this post with the parts of the story I do today. Edited chapters are linked; everything else I’ve done so far is under the cut.

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Not going to do this for much today, but I want to finish the chapter.

Chapter 52 (Mr. Deknis)

It was Jeffers Deknis’s second busiest time of year right after the fall harvest. However, unlike the fall harvest, not all of his workers were yet at the castle. The winter had been harsh and while the last snowfall had been a month ago, many of his workers whose families lived far from the castle had sent word they would be late arriving for various reasons. A few were dealing with sick relatives and others had to help fix things broken by storms for their families before making the trek. One who lived in the mountains up north was still snowed in.

So, he was dealing with only about 70% of his usual staff, meaning he was even busier than he usually was in the spring.

However, despite how busy he was, he didn’t mind taking a bit of time out of his schedule to help plant a little plot of land he’d reserved for a special selection of plants.

Virgil has spent a lot of time deciding on what plant he wanted to grow in the plot Jerffers had given him. He’d combed through multiple books even though it quickly became clear he couldn’t read well and talked to Jeffers about his options extensively before finally coming to a decision.

He’d decided on a flower called Zygopetalum maculatum which was a type of orchid. It wouldn’t be an easy flower to grow considering they didn’t naturally have the right climate for it, but with a bit of magical fertilizer and ruins in the ground near them, it was feasible.

Since Virgil had chosen his flower, Jeffers had dedicated a bit of his time each day to explaining what they needed to do for it to grow and had set him up with the correct materials. Virgil had spent a good chunk of the last two weeks outside on his marked off plot of land doing as instructed to get the soil in the right condition.

Sometimes Logan and Patton joined him and sometimes he was alone, but he was clearly dedicated to his task. Jeffers had stopped by and tested the soil the day before and found it was adequately prepared for planting Virgil’s flowers and had told the boy as much.

Despite being already very busy, Jeffers had allowed for an hour out of his schedule to help Virgil plant his flowers this afternoon.

Even though Jeffers had told him exactly where in his schedule he’d made time for it, Virgil had come early.

Very early.

He’d stalked Jeffers’ footsteps all day. If the boy were a cat, Jeffers would have assumed he’d accidentally left a slice of meat in his back pocket after breakfast.

Jeffers ended up letting him help with a few other things in the morning which he seemed to enjoy. He seemed to appreciate planting things even if they weren’t his flowers. He was also good at it if a bit slower than necessary in his caution to make sure he didn’t mess anything up.

Jeffers ended up sending Patton to get an extra packed lunch from Helen for Virgil (as people didn’t like when the gardeners tracked mud into the dinning hall) and they ended up eating while sitting on the base of the fountain by the plot of land Virgil had been tending to.

The water in the fountain was now flowing, having recently been cleaned and turned on and birds were chirping in the distance. It was a nice, calming environment. This was why Jeffers liked to spend so much time outside. Or at least, it was one of the reasons.

There was a soft meow from beside them that drew Jeffers’ attention. Jeffers looked down to see one of the castle’s many cats standing on its hind legs with one of its paws on the fountain’s base. It was staring at them expectantly. Jeffers recognized the yellow stripped cat as one of the friendlier ones that Patton had tamed as a kitten. It meowed again when it saw him looking.

“What?” Jeffers asked it, raising one eyebrow. “I know you’re not starving.”

It meowed again in complaint. Then it turned to Virgil. Virgil was instantly tearing off a bit of his chicken sandwich to feed to the cat.

“You don’t need to feed him,” Jeffers said. “Patton takes care of that plenty well.”

Despite what Jeffers had said, the cat gobbled up the piece of chicken Virgil had fed him like he was starving.

“It’s Buttercup,” Virgil informed Jeffers. The name vaguely rang a bell.

“You remember all of Patton’s names for them?” Jeffers asked, honestly impressed. There were so many cats.

Virgil nodded and ripped off another piece of chicken. The cat went flying at it with gusto.

“Keep some for yourself too,” Jeffers said. “You look less fed than the cats.” Thankfully he was looking more fed than he had at the beginning of winter.

“But he’s hungry,” Virgil replied with a frown.

“He’s a glutton is what he is,” Jeffers said. “He’s already had his lunch by now I’d imagine and is more than free to hunt down rodents in the barn if he needs a snack.”

Virgil frowned and gave the cat another piece of chicken.

“You’re too good of a kid,” Jeffers said with an eyeroll.

Virgil just frowned at him and took a bite of his sandwich for himself this time.

“Make sure to eat extra dinner if you’re going to feed the cats your lunch,” Jeffers said. “Though I’m sure Helen will be feeding you extra by default when she hears you’ve been helping me in the garden all day.”

“I’m fine,” Virgil said, stubbornly. He took another bite of his sandwich and fed another to the cat.

Jeffers considered him. ‘Fine,’ was a very vague word and his powers didn’t ping on it as a lie because it could mean a variety of things. He had a feeling Virgil knew that.

Jeffers wasn’t a fool. The kids had been talking around his powers about something all summer, though he couldn’t figure out what exactly it was about. Virgil was almost as good at it as Logan. Maybe he was even better.

“Not hungry enough to eat the entire sandwich by yourself then?” Jeffers asked.

Instead of replying verbally, Virgil just shrugged. Clever little bastard.

Jeffers sighed. Helen had packed some of the canned peaches in their lunches, so Jeffers pulled his out and set the container next to the boy. Virgil looked at the offering in surprise.

“Cats don’t eat peaches,” he cautioned. “It’s bad for their digestion.”

“I don’t need to take your food,” Virgil said with a frown.

“Yeah, you do,” said Jeffers. “I’m and old man, not a growing boy. You should eat them.”

Virgil frowned and looked like he was about to argue.

“Eat your lunch so we can plant your flowers kid,” Jeffers huffed.

Virgil hesitated, but the idea of getting to plant his flowers seemed to trump his desire to argue with Jeffers about lunch and he picked up the dish of peaches.

Jeffers went about finishing what was left of his lunch as Virgil continued to eat his own. The cat ran off when it noticed there was no more meat available.

Jeffers rolled his eyes. The thing was probably running off to go scam more people out of their lunch. Patton had spoiled them far too much and they were too good at making cute starving expressions.

“Alright,” Jeffers said once they were done. “Are you ready to plant your orchids.”

Virgil nodded eagerly and Jeffers packed away their trash before getting up.

“Good,” Jeffers said. “You have all of the supplies I told you we needed gathered?”

Virgil nodded and started to list off everything that Jeffers had said.

“Then, we can get started planting,” Jeffers said with a smile.

  Chapter 53 (Virgil)

Virgil and Mr. Deknis took their time planting the orchids. Virgil had done everything Mr. Deknis had instructed him to do with the plot of land prior to planting. He’d had Mr. Deknis write it all down, so Logan could read him the instructions each morning, and had dutifully followed each step. The sheet of paper was in Virgil’s pocket even now. He knew the words so well at this point that he could have recited each list item even if it had words he still couldn’t read.

It had been hard work getting the soil just right for the flowers he wanted to plant, but it was fun hard work. Working hard was different when he didn’t have to do something but wanted to do something. He’d also noticed it was easier to do physical labor when he wasn’t hungry, something he hadn’t been all winter in the castle.

He’d thought since he hadn’t been training as much as usual over the winter months that he’d be weaker when Spring came, but he actually felt stronger and had much more energy.

He’d also grown taller without realizing it thanks to Logan’s nutrition potion. He’d noticed when he’d been in the shed earlier. When he’d first hid in the shed upon arriving at the castle the previous fall, he’d been able to walk under all of the hanging tools in the back. Today, he’d hit his head on some of the them.

His body had changed a lot in the past few months. It made planting with Mr. Deknis much easier.

Virgil had already helped Mr. Deknis with planting some vegetables this Spring, but he still was careful to pay attention as the gardener showed him how to plant the first few orchid bulbs.

Then, Virgil was handed the container of bulbs for himself to try planting. Mr. Deknis watched him plant the first few orchids and Virgil glanced up for approval before moving on each time. He always got a nod and small smile.

Eventually, Mr. Deknis took a few bulbs himself to the opposite end of the patch of soil and started planting some himself, trusting Virgil to plant his portion of the flowers right without supervision. Virgil couldn’t help but be happy about the show of trust given to him.

“Good job,” Mr. Deknis said after the two of them had planted two rows of orchids. “You’ve got an eye for planting things.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said bashfully.

“How old are you again?”

“I’m 14,” Virgil said, unsure why he was asking.

Mr. Deknis nodded. “Maybe in a few years you’ll want to get a job as one of the gardeners here,” he said. “I could always use one who knows how to respect plants like you and with how much you’ve been volunteering to help already, you’ll know a good amount by then.”

“Really?” Virgil asked.

Mr. Deknis nodded.

“Why not now?”

“You’re only 14,” Mr. Deknis said. “You don’t need to worry about working. I’m happy to let you tag along and watch or even help a bit with planting when you want, but you should just be a kid.”

That confused Virgil. He’d been considered out of training to be an assassin as soon as he’d turned 14-years-old last fall. Now he was being told he needed to wait a few years to help plant seeds?

“I could do it,” Virgil said.

“I know you could,” Mr. Deknis said, “but you don’t need to. Have a little fun this summer.”

“But I want to,” Virgil said.

Mr. Deknis huffed out a laugh. “I know,” he said, “and you can feel free to care for your orchids and help me out all you want, but no jobs until you’re at least 16.”

“It’s better than any other jobs I’ve had,” Virgil muttered, honestly annoyed he couldn’t become a gardener right now because of his age.

Mr. Deknis raised an eyebrow. “And what other jobs have you had?”

Virgil froze. That was not a good line of questioning. “Uh…” Virgil said and Mr. Deknis’s expression was changing in an alarming way. “Different things. I’ve carried things for people and, uh, cleaned.”

“Carried things and cleaned, huh?” Mr. Desknis said. It felt like he wasn’t only testing Virgil’s words for lies but observing his face and posture too.

Virgil should be good at lying. He should. That was a major part of being an assassin, but Virgil had started to slip after spending so long around people who were not a danger to him.

At least not a danger to him as long as he didn’t get caught in a lie.

He’d been sloppy with the way he’d frozen when asked a question and with the stuttering. He should have been prepared; he was prepared for the next question.

“You only had to carry things and clean some things up?” Mr. Deknis asked, his eyebrows still raised.

Virgil carefully smoothed out his face, forcing his shoulder to relax as he shrugged. “And some other things,” he said easily. Not a lie. He could feel his heart race anyway.

Mr. Deknis’s eyes bored into him for a long moment and then he titled his head to the side and squinted at him.

Virgil just shot him a small smile. “Can we finish planting the flowers, please?” he asked politely. “I was very excited about it and would like to finish it today.”

Mr. Deknis did not reply for a long moment, and Virgil was careful to keep his expression blank.

Finally, the gardener relented, breaking his stare. If this was because he believed Virgil or not was unclear.

“Yeah, kid,” he said slowly. “Let’s finish planting your flowers.”

Virgil nodded, and he didn’t have to lie as much now as cautious eagerness returned to him. He really did want to finish planting his flowers in addition to stopping Mr. Deknis from asking uncomfortable questions about where Virgil had come from.

Mr. Deknis nodded to the bag of bulbs. They went back to work planting the flowers, but Virgil could feel Mr. Deknis’s eyes on him almost constantly. He had a feeling that this time, he wasn’t watching for how well Virgil was planting the bulbs, but something else.

Virgil was careful to not let his mask slip at all the entire time.

When they were finished planting Virgil’s entire plot of land, they cleaned up the equipment and stored it back away in the garden shed.

Another day Virgil might have stayed and helped Mr. Deknis with other things. Today he was still trying to cover for his bad lying earlier, however, so, Virgil decided to just go back to the castle and shower.

To his surprise Mr. Deknis also started walking off in the direction of the castle.

“Don’t you have more planting to do?” Virgil asked when they got to the door. He knew the man was very busy and his workday was only a bit more than half over.

“I do,” Mr. Deknis confirmed, “but I needed to talk to the king about something first.”

“Oh,” Virgil said. “Okay. I’m going to go shower.”

Mr. Deknis nodded. “I’ll see you sometime later then,” he said.

“Thank you for helping me plant the orchids.”

Mr. Deknis smiled slightly at that. “Anytime, kid.”

  Chapter 54 (Patton)

“I still can’t believe he’s allowing this,” King Thomas said from next to Patton. The two of them were standing at the edge of the arena outside the horse stable, watching from a safe distance.

“If he hadn’t tried to bite me earlier, I’d think he was a different horse,” Patton agreed.

“He doesn’t even let Logan ride him,” the king said. “At least not ride him and give him directions.”

Patton was very aware of that. Logan did on occasion choose to get up onto Mr. Apple’s saddle. However, Mr. Apples was always the once who got to decide where they went after that. Logan had no say.

 With that in mind, Patton, Logan, and every stable hand who’d heard about the prospective riding lessons had tried to convince Virgil to learn to ride on a different horse. Virgil was just as stubborn as Mr. Apples however and had insisted. Logan, being the only one who could be around Mr. Apples without risk had become his defacto tutor.

Not even Logan could have expected that within a week, Virgil would be able to control Mr. Apples. Though perhaps ‘control’ was the wrong word. Nothing could control Mr. Apples, but for some reason, Mr. Apples seemed willing to do as Virgil asked.

 Even right now Mr. Apples was trotting around the training arena like he was a well-trained trick horse warming up with its rider.

“Logan told him we could go on an actual ride today if the lesson went well,” Patton told the king. The lesson seemed to be just getting over because Logan said something to Virgil and Virgil started to climb off. Mr. Apples was patient and still as he dismounted.

“Do you think he’d mind if I went with you?” King Thomas asked.

Patton shrugged. “Mr. Apples might.”

“Mr. Apples definitely will,” the king replied. “I’ll come anyway.”

 Logan had walked over to where Patton and the king were standing while Virgil fed Mr. Apples some apple pieces as a reward.

“I hear you are going to go riding today,” king Thomas said.

Logan nodded. “Mr. Apples seems to listen to him well enough,” he said.

“I might join you if that’s alright. Where are you kids going?” the king asked.

“I was thinking the main forest path,” Logan replied. “It’s not a particularly difficult route, but it’s also a part of the castle grounds Virgil hasn’t been able to see yet. Loraine told me it has been recently cleared after the winter.”

 “That sounds like a good idea,” the king said. “Are you going now?”

“Once Patton and I saddle up our horses,” Logan said. “You can come.”

“Great,” the king said with a smile. “I’ll ask for Bella’s saddle to be brought out. I haven’t gone on a ride yet this week.”

He turned then to walk towards the stables leaving Patton and Logan alone.

“Do you think he’s been acting weird?” Logan asked, turning towards Patton.

Patton frowned. “No,” he said. “Not really.”

“I’m just wondering why he wants to go horseback riding with us.”

“He likes spending time with you?” Patton guessed.

 “Yes,” Logan said, “but typically in a setting that doesn’t involve Mr. Apples.”

Well, that was fair.

“I mean, it’s not too weird,” Patton said, thinking back through the last couple of days. King Thomas had been a bit… clingy.

“He’s been hanging around a lot,” Logan said, echoing Patton’s thoughts with narrowed eyes. He glanced back at Virgil. “You don’t think Virgil let something slip, do you?”

“He didn’t say anything,” Patton said. “I think your dad would say something if he let slip he was an assassin somehow.”

“Unless he let slip something that didn’t quite implicate himself but invited suspicion.”

 “Your dad doesn’t seem suspicious,” Patton said. At least, Patton didn’t think he did. He hadn’t been acting mean in any way. In fact, he might have even been acting nicer.

Logan frowned. “We should keep an eye on him, especially around Virgil.”

Patton bit his lip.

“What?” Logan asked.

“Are we ever going to tell your dad about Virgil?” he asked.

Logan hesitated. “I don’t…” he trailed. “I’m not sure.”

“It just feels weird lying for so long,” Patton said. Patton didn’t lie a lot. Sure, maybe he’d pretend to not know what Mama was talking about when sweets went missing from the kitchens or he’d pretend to not know what Logan’s birthday gift was, but he’d never lied about anything serious before now.

 “I know, but,” Logan glanced back at Virgil once again, “even if we did decide to tell, we’d have to convince Virgil everything would be alright beforehand. I don’t think we’re at that point yet. He was terrified of Father until a few months ago, and he’s still cautious around him sometimes.”

Logan was right, of course. Virgil was getting more and more comfortable around the king, but he figured any of the progress made would go down the drain as soon as they brought up telling King Thomas about where exactly Virgil had come from. Patton didn’t know if Virgil would ever be comfortable enough.

 “We should go get our own horses,” Logan suggested, and Patton nodded.

Patton and Logan’s horses had already been saddled by the stable hands in anticipation of their ride and it didn’t take long for the king to saddle his own horse, Bella.

The forest path at this time of year was very pretty, Patton thought. The tree branches now had small green leaves on them after having been barren for the entire winter and flowers were starting to grow. In a few weeks’ time it would be even prettier, but it would also be harder for the groundskeeper to maintain as well as it was right now.

 Virgil really did seem less anxious around King Thomas now. The path was only wide enough for two horses to go at once, and he didn’t seem to mind that he and the king ended up next to each other while Patton and Logan lagged behind. In fact, he and the king seemed to be having a nice conversation about the local wildlife.

However, if Patton looked close enough, he did sort of see what Logan meant. Virgil may not be anxious talking to the king now, but the king himself seemed just a little bit nervous at least at the beginning of the ride.

 He seemed to relax a bit as they rode (even laughing when Mr. Apples tried to bite him when he got too close).

Logan had been teaching Virgil the basics about things like animals, but there was still a pretty big gap in his education when it came to anything that wasn’t about training to fight and kill. King Thomas seemed more than willing to answer any of his questions when it came to the animals and plants around them even if they were sometimes a bit silly.

He’d seen a bird that looked like a dove. (It may have even been a dove, but Patton hadn’t seen it.) This had been a source of endless confusion for him.

 “But shouldn’t it live in the dovecote?” Virgil asked.

“Not all birds live in a dovecote,” the king explained again.

“But it’s a dove,” Virgil said with a frown.

“Not all doves live in a dovecote,” the king replied.

“But it’s a dovecote,” Virgil argued. “It’s for the doves.”

“Yes, but there are also wild doves,” the king said.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Virgil replied.

“What about it doesn’t make sense?” the king asked with a laugh in his tone.

“Doves go in the dovecote,” Virgil said.

Patton was starting to have trouble following this argument.

“Dovecotes are made for doves,” the king said, “but not all doves go in dovecotes.”

“Why?”

#proofread stories #not writing

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Hey that post about needing a rental deposit is most likely fake, the blog has been mass reblogging things in the last couple of hours to make it look full. (Time stamps)

After looking through their blog this one seems legit to me. The archive shows that their blog has been active since October 2021 and it looks like they just started making financial aid posts this month. The posts on their blog are all a consistent aesthetic and they're being reblogged from people other than the source which suggests that these are blogs they already followed with that theme instead of just reblogging random stuff from the search. And with time stamps active myself I think the activity looks pretty normal by Tumblr standards. They've been reblogging posts on and off for the last 15 hours or so with some hours only having a few reblogs and others having more, which I know is how my blog looks if I'm scrolling Tumblr intermittently all day between work or school for example and then I get some free time. The hour I counted the most posts was 7 hours ago and they had around 60 (not including their own signal boosts which I would assume are queued) and an average of one reblog per minute seems pretty normal to me, especially for a mainly aesthetic blog like that one that's not going to need to spend a lot of time on reading posts before they reblog them. Based on this I'm going to leave the post up, but I appreciate the warning. Thank you for checking and watching out for me, it's always good to look into stuff like this

#ask #anonymous

[horizonspurple]

Oh nooo! I had the same problem with my nails breaking but they finally started growing out, tho I don't like having them too long anymore.

I've been dancing ballet for about 8 years now but I recently also got into swing, whuch if you don't know are a group of vintage dances originating from the 20s onwards. I absolutelly love it, they take you into a completely different world and the community is so nice. Definitelly very different from ballet, but I still love ballet, tho I've been slowly lessening the intensity at which I do it.

Your walks sound so cute:) Maybe I should take a page from your book and install pokemon go to motivate me hehe. I definitelly don't go out enough, oopsie. I'm not sure I would say running will become a habit, but I like that I'm proving to myself that I can do it and that it can be enjoyable. And it's so cool you liftt, I have had urges to start but I end up being a bit scared of the new situation.

Also for the question part of this ask: do you ever listen to music during sex? I remembered this one from the list of asks you rebloged. I haven't ever given it thought and then once I did I could not think of what would be something to listen while. Hopefully the ask isn't too invasive, I'm judt curious but of course don't feel like you have to answer it.

-your sleepy anon

Ohh forgot to say I hope you have a nice day:) And yesterday I had a tough day and it honestly made me smile when I saw your response.

Hmm that's fair, long nails can be tricky too

Oohh that is so cool! I always admired ballet dancers, it just looks so elegant Swing sounds fun as well! I'm glad you like the community 😊

Pokemon go for sure was a big motivator for me to go outside more It sounds silly, but a few months ago I went through a bad depressive episode and rarely left the house, but for some reason trying to find new pokemon, collect cute ones and looking for pokestops really helped with going outside more It also started with just tiny 10-15 minute walks, but now I can be gone for over an hour fighting in gyms and catching pokemons It still feels silly to explain to people a game made me walk more, but you know, if it's silly but it works, it's not really that silly I get that! It doesn't have to be or become a habit, but it's great that you have proved that to yourself, so proud of you :) Lifting was for sure scary in the beginning, just the gym, the people, the using weights and machines I still get nervous from time to time but I happen to train at a nice gym with superfriendly employees, I've even had the courage to ask for help a couple times and they were so nice about it

Oohh a question! I do yeah, not always but having music on while having sex or doing naughty things can be very nice or useful! I actually have a sex playlist lmao, although I do need to go through it sometime and remove some songs But it can be nice when you are not home alone to reduce the chance of other people hearing you, it can help set the mood if you have the right music or be useful when you are doing impact play Impact play can be quite loud so having some music can help muffle those sounds Also Daddy sometimes hits me to the beat of the music, which is very funny xD It wasn't an invasive ask at all! Don't worry 😊

Hihi it's okay! I hope you have a nice day as well Ahww really? 🥺 that makes me happyy :)

#sleepy anon #anon #questions #horizon posts #ask me anything

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𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

chapter four: From the start

main masterlist // disney masterlist

notes: Modern AU-ish! They're all around 15-16 in this fic, This is not an X Reader fic!! Likes & Reblogs are appreciated !

chapter 3

chapter 5

It was July, and the hot summer air was inviting. Penny and her friends were all playing a game inside. She had decided to have a small get together. For the most part, it had been fun. Penny and Hero, along with Penny's two other friends, Jazzy and Mikayla, were playing a game of twister. It was late, and the stars were out. The noise inside had become too much for Violet, so she decided to sit on Penny's trampoline outside. The stars were nice, and since Penny had a lot of grass, the lightning bugs looked pretty in the tall grass. She had even taken the liberty to hold one in her hand.

"I'm gonna step out real quick." Wilbur said to Hero, trying to call his mom. He stepped out on Penny's back porch, typing away on his phone before he stopped. There was the faint sound of someone laughing. Wilbur looked around before his eyes landed on Violet, sitting on the trampoline. He was quiet as he made his way over to her, wanting to see what she laughing at. As he got closer, he saw her holding something in her hand. He wasn't sure what it was though. Unzipping the entrance of the trampoline, Wilbur climbed in, trying his hardest not to shake the trampoline too much.

"Hey." Wilbur whispered, making his way over to Violet. She looked at him quickly and smiled, before gesturing to her hands.

"They're calm right now." She said as he sat next to her. She tilted her hands slightly and some of the lightning bugs went from her hands to his. Wilbur cringed internally, before noticing how calm Violet had been.

"How long have you been out here?" He whispered to her. She shrugged, before leaning to the side shaking the bugs off her hands. They flew away quickly, calmly though. Wilbur copied her movements and the bugs did the same.

"A few minutes. I came out after the movie finished." Violet said, before Wilbur scoffed.

"Vi that was like an hour ago." Wilbur said, and her eyes went wide.

"It didn't feel like an hour." She said, and he leaned back on his elbows, before staring at the sky.

"Eh, maybe because you were just here by yourself." Wilbur said, watching as Violet laid down next to him, on her back. He took notice of how her hair fanned out around her, given how shiny it was, he could see it clearly.

"Is there something on my face?" She asked, nervous. Wilbur shook his head, before laying back further.

"No." He said, looking up. The stars were bright out, and he mentally took the time to savor the view. Living in the city didn't give him this sight all the time, unless he went to his fathers lab.

"Is that a plane or a star? I cant tell." Violet said, squinting a bit as she pointed. Wilbur looked before shrugging.

"Looks like a star to me." He said, before looking at her. What he didn't expect was her to look at him too. He blushed, being caught in the act of staring at her.

"You sure there's not something on my face?" She asked, her voice quiet. He didn't answer her quick, instead, just continued looking at her. He began to notice all her features, how big her eyes were, the way they shine and reflect the stars. He notices her brows and the way they curve, and how they begin to furrow the only he stares at her. 

"You're really pretty." He says, his voice just as quiet. She blushes, and fights the small smile that comes forms on her face. She tries to hide behind her hair. She's nervous, growing shy on him. 

"Is it bad to say I'm nervous right now?" She asked, her hair falling over the side of her face. Wilbur leaned over, now laying on his side, and she did the same. He brushed the hair out of her face, and over her shoulder. 

"No, nothing is bad with you." He said, and he didn't realize how sappy it had sounded until the words were said aloud. "Is it weird to say I'm nervous?" He asked, before she let out a laugh, shaking her head. 

"Why are you nervous? You're the one sweet talking me." She said, her voice still low. He grinned, before looking to the trampoline, not sure where to look. 

"That doesn't mean I can't be nervous." He said, finally looking back to her. Only then did he realize how close they were. So close, if he had moved a little closer, their noses could touch. 

"At least I'm not the only one." She said, and smiled. He felt his face heat up, and she saw it too. 

"Would it be awkward if I asked you something?" He asked, and she shook her head, never once dropping her smile. 

"You just did." She said, and he chuckled. "But sure, ask away." She said. He grew serious for a second, and upon the change, she did too. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, and held his breath, waiting for her to answer. She thought for a moment, letting the silence fill the air, the only thing being heard were the crickets. 

"Please." She said, her voice just above a whisper. She was nervous even more now, as she'd never had her first kiss. She'd always though he might've. His movements were slow, almost cautious, as if he was scared to touch her. He couldn't stop the rate his heart was beating at. His hand moved to cup her cheek, which she seemed to enjoy as she leaned into his touch. The smile on her face was unforgettable, and as they both leaned in, the fireflies filled the air, flying higher into the sky. Violets heart had almost burst out of her chest when their lips finally touched, and she tried her hardest to keep calm. His lips were softer than she imagined, and when they pulled away they simply stared at each other. Quickly, she began to overthink. 'Maybe he regrets it?' She thought, until he started to laugh. "W-whats so funny?" She asked, and he stood, jumping around now. Violet laughed, moving with the trampoline, moving to sit down. 

"Nothings funny! But, I just kissed the girl of my dreams!" He shouted, running over to her and pulling her up by her hands. She giggles as he jumped around with her, going on about how happy he was. "Oh Vi' you dont understand." He said running in circles as she stood in the middle. By now, his hair was a mess, and he was sure he looked insane running around like this. He jumped, before wrapping her in a hug, peppering kisses all over her face. She was a giggling mess, as no one had showed her this much love before. 

"Wilbur, you're acting like you won the lottery." Violet said laughing, hugging him back. 

"I might as well have!" He said, now starting to calm down. "I can finally tell Carl I'm a man now." He said, staring down at her. 

"Carl knew?" She asks, and he scoffs, his hands moving to rest on the small over her back now. 

"Of course he knew. Everyone in my house knows, especially my mom." He said with a roll of his eyes. Her eyes widened, before she smiled. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, her hands moving to style his hair again, considering how out of place it all was. 

"Because, well... that is an excellent question." He said, and she laughed, louder this time, before her hands rested on his shoulders. " I just, didn't want to ruin our friendship. Make it weird I guess." He said. 

"Well I don't think we did." She said, before he just smiled, leaning his head on her shoulder. 

"So, are we still friends?" He asked, nervous. What if she didn't actually like him? Did she want it to be just a one time thing? Caught in the moment type of situation? 

"Do friends kiss each other?" She asked, the reality of the situation setting in. 

"Some do." He said with a laugh, and she chuckled. "We could just, let things happen." He offered. She seemed comfortable with this idea, lifting his face before kissing his cheek. He smiled, watching her face turn red. 

"Sure, we could do that." 

That was the first time they kissed each other. It definitely hadn't been the last, since it was all Wilbur could do for the next week when the two of them hung out. 

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306 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

bestie pls we NEED bob twin dad because it’s lichrally so personal to me 🤍🤍 🫶🏻 xx liv callsignbob

oh liv you do not understand the feralness this unlocked in me. twin dad bob lives in my brain rent free. @callsignbob

Bob could count on one hand the number of days he considered to be the best of his life. The day he graduated from the Naval Academy, the day he met (Y/N), their wedding day, and the day the twins were born.

Maisy Jane and Franklin Max were born about 2 weeks ago, after a long and stressful labor for both parents.

Since the twins had been earthside, Bob doesn’t think he’s had a dry eye for more than an hour or he was asleep. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the terrifying moment (Y/N)’s water broke a few weeks early, to being at the hospital, and each anticipating moment until they could hold their babies for the first time. They had decided to wait on finding out the genders of the twins, deciding on picking out a variety of names to choose from. The Dagger Squad had even come to the Floyd residence to help put together the nursery, where Bob stood right now.

He often found himself standing above the crib, just watching the babies in awe, and wondering how he got so lucky.

“Hi, sweet girl.” He said, reaching down and stroking Maisy’s cheek with his pointer finger, gently as if she was made of glass. She rustled slightly in her sleep, a soft groan sounding from her tiny body. Bob let out a soft chuckle before turning to his son, who laid on the other side of the divider in the crib. Franklin was laid in a similar position to his sister, and seemed to let out a groan in response to hers. Smiling to himself, Bob knew he’d have his hands full with these two.

But he wouldn’t want it any other way. He felt a pair of hands slide around his waist and a pair of lips on his neck, the sweet giggle of his wife like music to his ears.

“I could watch them sleep all day. They’re so tiny, Bobby.” she whispered.

“I know, mama. Only going to get bigger from here, though.” He replied, which earned him a small smack to the stomach.

“Let me enjoy them while they’re this little, Robert.” (Y/N) scolded jokingly. “Can you believe we made them? Like, they’re two living breathing humans that I carried inside me for 8 months.”

“It’s wild to think, darlin. I’ve waited for them since the moment you told me we were having ‘em. Two little products of our love. Can’t get better than that, huh?” Bob spoke sweetly, turning his head to meet his wife’s eyes.

(Y/N) responded by tilting her head upwards to kiss her husband, uttering a soft I love you, before they were broken apart by the waking babies.

As he scooped his bleary eyed daughter into his arms, ready to start the day, Bob was grateful for whatever he did in a past life to earn the one he had right now.

He used to always think (Y/N) would be the only love of his life. But that all changed the second Maisy and Franklin came into the picture. Bob always dreamed of starting his own version of a Floyd family growing up, and to have that be true in this moment with those 3? He was the luckiest man in the world.

bob night!

a/n: this is kind of bad bc i’m really tired but it also made me very soft and i am willing to explore more of this little floyd family if it is welcomed.

337 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#3

enemies to lovers hc's | rf

a/n: im not sorry for this. these came straight from the gc with @lt-natrace and @rhettabbotts and bc im too lazy to write a fic, here's some headcanons we came up with during this mornings brain rot <3 also reader's callsign is yankee bc im self projecting and from ny. i also got really carried away and this is so long i’m sorry. thank u to @mayhem24-7forever and @topguncortez for beta-ing this too!

~ no one understands how you could possibly hate bob. its bob. he's a total sweetheart, the quiet one. but not to you.

~ to you, he's snarky, and there's just something about him that gets under your skin.

~ you're no picnic to him either. he tried to befriend you, a fellow WSO, from the start. but he was met with a blank stare and a scowl. two can play at this game, he thought.

~ it all started one of the very first nights at The Hard Deck. already unamused with the pissing contest between hangman and rooster, you've stuck to phoenix's side as you've flown with her before but aren't paired together for this mission

~ you've heard of her backseater's reputation, and were eager to meet him. someone at your level, who understands the role and loves it just as much as you do. and by the looks of it, he looked like he might be different from the male pilots you've worked with in the past

~ and not to mention he's really fucking hot.

~ but as soon as he cracks a distasteful joke, one that rubs you the wrong way and somehow takes a jab at your ability to fly like him, you're done. so you give him the cold shoulder and think to yourself, he's just like the rest.

~ but that doesn't stop you from trying to impress him, because for some reason you may have developed a crush on him. but after a while, that crush turned to nothing but pure hatred.

~ bob makes your life a living hell. he makes it a point to criticize every little thing you do, and soon enough it became a battle to see who the better wizzo would be.

~ "god, you're fucking insufferable. you really can't keep your mouth shut, can you? you're clogging the damn radio Yankee." he spat. "Bob." Phoenix piped in, but was ignored as you responded. "I've got to get Coyote's attention somehow, asshole. back off."

~ the rest of the squad is used to your bantering, but it never went passed jabs at each others abilities, or other meaningless characteristics.

~ none of it went unnoticed by phoenix, though. she could see right through the snide remarks and icy glares. she knows you. she remembers the blush that crossed your face the first time you laid eyes on bob, and she remembers the way your face fell after his joke went over your head.

~ she knows bob. she knows that he thinks highly of you and is impressed with your work. and that he has the dryest sense of humor known to man, and that he thought you were stuck up after you didn't laugh at his joke.

~ she sees the longing glances bob gives you when you aren't looking. the ones where he stares at you, laughing with fanboy, in that beautiful sundress that flows so perfectly around your curves. and he's angry with how beautiful you look, and how happy you are in that moment, and he's angry because he wonders why can't i be like that with her

~ he wasn't good with feelings. and you were mean to him, so he was mean back. but maybe one night he takes it too far.

~ you've mentioned in passing and in group that your parents struggle with your line of work, and it's taken a toll on your relationship with them. so after a long day of flying and picking fights with each other, you're both exhausted. and of course that tiredness turns to anger, and anger is an emotion you and bob know best with each other.

~ bob's fed up. fed up with himself, and flying, and mav's drills, and you. it's always you.

~ "god after missing that target, it’s no wonder your parents aren’t proud of you” he regrets it as soon as he says it. a surprised "woah" is elicited by rooster, as you stop in your tracks. “you’re a real asshole, floyd” you say, voice shaky, before you turn on your heel and dart away.

~ phoenix grabs bob's arm, pulling him back as the rest of the pilots move along. "what the fuck was that, bob? you know, this little rivaly you and yankee had was cute at first, but it's gotten out of hand lately. coming for her like that? brining her parents into it when you know what their relationship is like? that's a low blow. especially coming from you. you need to take some time and think about whatever this little thing means, because its obvious you've got something else going on." she says, leaving him standing on the tarmac. he waits there for a minute, ashamed. bob feels his jaw twitch before he heads back inside

~ he knows he has to man up and apologize. he didn't mean it, he was frustrated. frustrated with his feelings, and the mission. but his words shoot to kill when he's mad. he has a lot of regrets about that. (thank u to jay for killing me with that)

~ the next day, as he plans to apologize to you, he approaches with caution. he waits for you to say something, anything, but the moment never comes. you don't say a word to him, just leave him with a second long look, full of pain and something else he can't place.

~ it goes on like this for the next few days. no more snide remarks, scowls, or fighting. just stolen glances that don’t go unnoticed by your teammates.

~ in between drills, bob walked past an empty classroom put paused when he heard your voice.

~ “i thought he was different, javy. i don’t know. i’ll get over it.”

~ bob couldn’t help but feel yet another pant of jealousy. he knew you were talking about him. and to confide that in coyote? you were a lot closer than he thought, and he felt stupid for how much he hated that.

~ he decided to stay on base a little later than usual that night, catching up on some reading and drill planning. as he was packing up his bag, he heard some yelling, a loud clatter, and a scream that sounded all too familiar. running into the hallway, he bounced his head around until he found the site of the incident. his heart dropped to his stomach as he spotted you, crouched against the wall, shaking, blood dripping down your face mixing with the tears that were also falling. there was broken glass next to you, a shattered frame. he ran faster than his feet could take him, stumbling before he landed on the ground next to you.

~ startled, you look up through teary eyes to see the last person you’d expect to come to your rescue. bob looks at you with an expression you can’t decipher, one of concern mixed with rage. he reached gently to wipe your tears, uttering a soft, “who did this to you?”

~ "no one, just some new recruits ran by and knocked me into the wall, the picture fell down and hit me on the way. i'm fine." you said, breathily. "no, you're not or you wouldn't be crying and bleeding. let me help you." bob said, standing up and reaching his hand down to help you up. rolling your eyes, you took his hand to stand up, ignoring the fluttering in your tummy as your hand clasped his.

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502 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#2

Bob night Bob night Bob night aheeem

“How many drinks have you had?”

🤧

*chants* bob night! bob night! bob night!

There were 3 things that (Y/N) loved more than anything. Her cat, her fiance Bob, and sleep. She loved sleep. And those close to her knew not to mess with her when she was tired, or about to go to sleep.

So when she awoke at 2 am to the sound of her phone ringing, she was not happy. reaching out from under the blanket, she grabbed her phone to see who dared try to reach her at an ungodly hour. Upon seeing the caller ID, she came to remember.

Oh fuck.

If Rooster was calling her at this hour tonight, something must've happened.

"Hello? 'S the matter Rooster?" She mumbled, voice full of sleep and concern.

"Hey, (Y/N)? Look, I know how much you hate being bothered during the night, and I'm really sorry, but none of us can get him to move." Bradley said with a sigh.

"The fuck are you talking about? What do you mean you can't get him to move?" (Y/N) questioned.

"Well, we're trying to call the uber to take us home, and uh, we might have let Bob drink too much. He's refusing to get off the curb unless you come get him. He punched Hangman in the balls and said he's not getting into a lady's car unless it's yours."

Bradley could hear (Y/N) groan and mumble something under her breath. Then he heard a little bit of rustling before she spoke. "He's lucky I love him. I'll see you soon, can you airdrop me your location?"

Rooster chuckled, "Copy that, Missus. Sorry again."

"Don't apologize for my fiance's drunk simping, Roo."

About 15 minutes later, a bleary eyed Bob was having a heated argument with what he thought was Hangman, who had since been picked up, before he was torn from the conversation by a yawning Rooster.

"Hey, Bobby boy. Ride's here." Bradley told him with a light forehead slap.

"Wha?" Bob replied, before coming face to face with his fiancee.

"Jesus, Bobby. How many drinks have you had?" (Y/N) giggled, trying to hold up Bob as he stumbled into her arms.

"I don't know baby, but boy, I had such a great night. I know it was a bachelor party but I wish you were here, honey, and they tried to get me to go in some lady's car and I said I won't do that I'm only loyal to one person and she's waiting for me at home, my best girl, and now you're here!" Bob rambled, as (Y/N) and Rooster helped him get into the car.

"Thanks again for calling me, Bradley. I'm sorry he's such a dope."

"No problem at all, (Y/N). He loves you a lot, you know. I'm glad guys are getting hitched." He replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I love him too I guess." She joked, "You need a ride?" Nah, I'm only a block away. See you later, kid."

As she climbed back into her car, Bob was going off on a tangent about something she couldn't quite understand.

"I love you so much, you know that (Y/N)?" He said much clearer, his hand reaching over to grab her free one.

"I know, baby, I love you too. You tired?" She said, glancing over at him.

He was unable to answer, as he had fallen asleep just as fast as she had asked the question.

bob night!

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i said id answer the ask game in full so here we go in all my oversharing glory:

1 - who is/are your comfort character(s)? oh there are a few lmao - rinwell (tales of arise), eleanor hume (tales of berseria), velvet crowe (also tales of berseria), oginome ringo (penguindrum), kagemori michiru (bna) yes i am a fucking weeb how have you not figured that out yet

2 - lighter or matches? im bad with matches but they feel so much more real so them

3 - do you leave the window open at night? i only did that for about a month ever in my life since my freshman year dorm didnt have a/c, besides that no i love feeling warm and stuffy

4 - which cryptyd being do you believe in? i mean none of them really, but not out of some principled skepticism i dont have an emotional connection to any cryptids so i dont really care about them actually that's not true i believe in the insulindian phasmid, despite it being fictional as well as a fictional cryptid

5 - what color are your eyes? standard brown tbh ive been complimented on them multiple times by multiple different ppl, many of whom i had never met but idk they dont really seem that special to me

6 - why did you do that? i wanted to answer all of these (said as much in my reblog), but i didnt have the motivation to until i desperately needed something to distract me from my piercings itching they feel pretty much fine now but well i started so i cant stop

7 - hair-ties or scrunchies? both! hair ties are great for when i part my hair into two different things i forget the name or for when i (rarely) braid scrunchies are great for just holding my hair together when i need to sleep or get my hair out of my face or go out lazymoding

8 - how many water bottles are in your room right now? just my one reusable stainless steel bottle, which i really need to refill and drink from brb okay thanks for the reminder i wont go to bed dehydrated today

9 - which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? lol. lmao. i have intentionally consumed a meaningful amount of caffeine on about 3 occasions in my life, and none of them were from coffee also it smells like shit

10 - would you slaughter the rich? <redacted> <redacted> <redacted> <redacted> <redacted> of course they would be given all opportunity to become not-rich and thus escape <redacted> <redacted> <redacted>

11 - favorite extracurricular activity? this is a weird question to comprehend! i'll just interpret it as 'what was your favorite club-type thing you did in school?' and to that i would have to make it a tie between rock climbing and puzzlehunt-style puzzles 

12 - what kind of day is it? a good one! granted i didnt get nearly enough sleep last night but besides that we vibing

13 - when was the last time you ate? like 3 hours ago

14 - do you love the smell of earth after it rains? i love the smell of earth rainy or not, the smell of cities, and generally the smell of outside! except of course for the smells of cut grass and vehicle exhausts, each of which put me into a blinding rage for a couple seconds

15 - are you a parent? (all answers qualify) not even a little bit but if i can reach a point of stability in my life i would be happy to adopt if im not actively prevented from doing so or in the massive pipe dream scenario where i can get a functional womb implant, i would totally go through a pregnancy

16 - can you drive? yes and i need to in order to get to my job >.<

17 - are you farsighted or nearsighted? well this is a false dichotomy i did wear glasses at one point but that was mostly bc my left eye is weird and didnt actually have anything to being far- or near-sighted

18 - what hair products do you use? i mean. shampoo and conditioner im not very picky tbh

19 - imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? if you asked me to absolutely i mean i wouldnt touch you without your consent ofc but i would almost never turn down a low-stakes opportunity to help anyone im in proximity to

20 - do you say soda or pop? soda im a marylander (i also drink like. one can of sierra mist a year) however every time i think about soda i remember how fanta exists bc coke couldnt resist nazi money and that feels much weirder than a minor linguistics quirk

21 - something you’ve kept since childhood? i dont really have an answer to that (assuming im counting childhood as like. pre-age-13) i mean sure theres a lot of stuff thats just been in this house with me since i was 4, but i never did that consciously all of my most treasured possessions now (hello kitty velvet plush, pentagonal trapezohedron that my teacher made and friends signed when i was sick just before graduating high school, a few books, blåhaj, etc) have only been mine since i was at youngest 17

22 - what type of person are you? im not answering this it's too vague

23 - how do you feel about chilly weather? HATE okay that's a little harsh it's pretty fine once my body's used to it, but the first real chill of autumn fucks my body up

24 - if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? idk probably just talking about random stuff maybe playing cards or something since im much better at life when i have something not-directly-social to concentrate on oh definitely looking at the sky and pointing out the clouds/birds/stars/moon to each other that one's mandatory

25 - perfume/body spray or lotion? i put a moisturizer on my body after i shower so my eczema doesnt flare up and make my life hell but that's about it i dont really care how i smell beyond just using deodorant

26 - a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? oh god. media: various trans shouma and shouma x ringo and trans shouma x ringo scenes other ships but that's really the important one by an order of magnitude not media: when i was younger i used to imagine my crush being my gf and kissing me or w/e then after a certain point it was getting rejected / being alone with the hopes that it would convince me that i could be okay like that since i had reason to believe that my crush followed the imagining and not the other way around i dont do either very much anymore now it's just media or being a teacher trying to convince transphobic adults not to hate crime me or their children i may or may not have issues

27 - about how many hours of sleep did you get? depends very much on the day, i need about 9 hours on average but i am extremely flexible in where those hours are allocated over a 4-5 day period

28 - do you wear a mask? i absolutely wear a kn95 almost all of the time that im indoors, and some of the time outdoors (like if im cold) speaking of i need to get a good warm cloth mask so i can go biking in the winter without freezing my lungs

29 - how do you like your shower water? warm but not quite scalding 

30 - is there dishes in your room? there are some wrappers but no my room is on the 2nd floor why would i bring dishes up here that sounds like a big hassle

31 - what type of music keeps you grounded? flare by clark powell there are a few other songs, some are homestuck and some aren't, but it really depends on how im feeling in the moment flare doesnt

32 - do you have a favorite towel? no i just wanna get dry

33 - the last adventure you’ve been on? ??? i have not been on adventures my life is quite boring, which is why it's good that im equally boring so i can enjoy it

34 - is there a song you know every word to by heart? bad apple!! i think (jp obviously have i mentioned being a weeb) a few other jp songs and some crane wives songs i also have a solid grasp on the lyrics to, but i couldnt recite them the same way i could for bad apple, at least a couple years ago

35 - what’s your timezone? est (eastern summer time) (what do you mean thats not what est means and that its not est right now)

36 - how many times have you changed your url? i dont think i have, but my tumblr acct is fairly new so thats pretty expected ive been considering moving away from the 'shill' branding, but ill probably do that when/if i change my name for real

37 - someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? if youve gotten this far youve probably already read my answer to the actual ask for this suffice it to say i have a friend from elementary school ive stayed in contact with up to and including now and i love him

38 - a soap bar that smells good? soap bars dry my skin out so i dont use them

39 - do you use lip balm? when i remember to (almost never)

40 - did you have any snacks today? girl i would not be myself if i wasnt grabbing a cookie every time i remember that they exist

41 - how do you take your coffee? this is bullying

42 - an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? twitter (T_T) discord i just got on the cracking the cryptic app bc sudokus are fun i also have a crossword app i also have bandori on my phone but i havent opened it in a month and im scared to bc of the downloads

43 - what’s your take on spicy foods? spicy foods are generally good bc the ppl who make them know how to make food im neutral on spice though like i have a decent spice tolerance but it doesnt really taste better or worse when a food is spicy hot similar feelings to garlic, like garlicky foods taste good but so do non-garlic versions of those same foods

44 - you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? im not answering that cop

45 - can you remember what happened yesterday? yeah i went to work, got some b day congratulations, and ate dalbati + cake with my parents it was good

46 - favorite holiday film? i watched knives out during that period of time in 2019 so im counting it and i dont care that its not a holiday film at all i dont care about christian holidays beyond decorating the tree bc my family's done it since i was a baby

47 - what was the last message you sent? "okay here's a promise for yxll: im gonna stream tomorrow (tomorrow being wednesday, im not allowed to claim that it being past midnight means shit)" my twitch is twitch.tv/its_a_shill if you care i stream tales games

48 - when did you first try an alcohol beverage? summer solstice party 2021 (i was 3 months out from being 21 so like. not exactly transgressive) it was just a bottle of apple cider and since then i really havent drank anything more than that

49 - can you skip rocks? not to the point that i could get 4-5 skips in a row, and it has been a while, but i know the general mechanics and ive gotten a couple good skips

50 - can i tag you in random stuff? id prefer if you dm'd me but sure

#why *am* i like this #unasked game

[nostxlgia18]

Fucked Up

Pairing: Henry Cavill × Actress Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Henry messed up the relationship real bad.

Warnings: angst, cheating, heartbreak, Kal being adorable

You couldn't believe your eyes, your vision getting blurry due to the tears that are ready to shed.

Your gasp turning their attention towards your direction, you see the color draining from you beloved boyfriend's face.

"Y/N" was all he said, stumbling out of the bed that you will definitely not share anymore, covering himself with a towel

You glanced at the girl who was trying to cover herself with the duvet, trying to figure out who she was

You couldn't move due to the shock, all the good memories rushed back to you, the memories that you would never forget

"Y/n" you were brought back from your stance with a hand holding yours

Realising who's it was, you quickly pulled your hand back and turned around stomping as fast as you can

Henry's hand held your wrists turning you around to face him

"WHAT!" you yelled

"I-"

"WHAT ELSE IS LEFT TO SAY NOW HUH" your voice echoing in the house

Kal came out running listening to your voice, trying to inspect what was happening

Once Kal realsed that you were crying, he started growling loudly like he was asking his Dad to console you

"Bear, go in please" Henry pleaded

Instead of agreeing to Henry, Kal rushed to your side and hugged your leg

His action making you cry even more, you kneeled down to him scratching his back trying to convince him and yourself that you're gonna be okay

"I'm sorry!" you hear Henry whisper

You stood staright and began

"2 years Henry....2 years of such a great relationship, so many great memories, you managed to break them and my heart within seconds" you began having no energy to yell at him

"I'm sorry, i just had a very bad day at work and i wasn't thinking straight. I went to the bar, had a few drinks and " Henry stopped

"We converse!, that's how it works. We talk to each other, express our problems and worries to each other" you stated

"I'm so sorry, it didn't mean anything I swear" Henry started coming closer to you but you stopped him, raising your hand gesturing him to stop and maintaining space between you two.

"Stop, just stop. I can't even look at you right now" you turned around started to make your way to the door

"Y/N, baby stop please. I fucked up. Please don't leave me. I love you very much" Henry pleaded, you swear you heard his voice crack but you had no courage to turn around, because his face would break you more if that was even possible

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done any of this. Sober or not. Yes you fucked up real bad, I still hope that this was just a very bad dream. I'll be back or maybe send someone for my things in a few days" with that you left the place you called home an hour ago without giving a single glance to the man who you called your boyfriend 15 minutes ago.

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