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#update on me losing my mind btw

starberry-cupcake · 1 month

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back by popular (?) demand, I am now starting chapter 28 of gideon the ninth and I guess I'm sharing updates to the general public now ( @lady-harrowhark this is your responsibility). I think I'm gonna put them under this tag because I am being told I will want to look back on them later (sounds threatening ngl).

previously, in gideon the ninth:

isaac was ended by some junji ito shit

jannemary was ended by a stealthy junji ito shit

very pointed messages were written for them

which is too dramatic to be a random monster killing, if you ask me

gideon took a 15 minute nap and was startled awake in hell

gideon most definitely did not look much at the room before she took said nap, nor did she remember the paper she's still carrying around

I'm losing my mind at the paper

I'm like watching another d&d player choose to never look at something the dm gave them

were we are now:

gideon is back, now with More Trauma

harrow has the compassion of a feral kitten

this is a bad combination for me, personally, in particular, because this means gideon is going to look for comfort in my mortal enemy dulcinea

she gives her a talk that is trying to distract me from the fact that I don't trust her, but I will never trust her

she was like "it'd be better to die here than to be living longer and trapped" and I was like "wanna let me help you with that?"

palamedes has also been carrying a dulcinea boner, which also makes things difficult for me

because if my mortal enemy ends up being bad and dangerous, and palamedes is in danger, it would force camilla to be in danger, and we don't want, under any circumstances, to put camilla in danger

mayonnaise uncle has been gossiping in the eighth and ortus's mom (where I'm from, 'orto' means 'ass', so I will never forget his name) spilled the beans on the ninth

he offers gideon literal tea with a side of the metaphorical tea

here's where I went "boy, I sure hope harrow doesn't push gideon away and gives her a reason to turn to these guys"

harrow proceeds to do just that

with clockwork precision

I cannot emphasize enough how meticulously she did this

if pushing people away was an olympic sport, and if that was the way to judge this competition, this book would be 10 pages long because harrow has mastered the craft

you could hear gideon's psyche becoming dust

needless to say, we're having tea with the eighth soon, everyone bring your scones and poison

which, you know, fine, at least gideon will be told information

and btw, protesilaus is still live reacting from an unknown location

idk what regina george twin, yandere simulator twin and chad the third are doing but, at this point, I don't know what anyone is doing, really

except for dulcinea, I JUST KNOW she's up to no good

and the second is probably still dealing with the fact that they lost to Camilla The Everything

#tlt #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #luly rambles #luly reacts to tlt #tlt spoilers

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dragon-teaparty · 11 months

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“ I Love You Too ” - Leon Kennedy x Reader

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ok so first off, i'm so fucking MAD bc tumblr didn't save my draft when it suddenly closed the app to update so i have to rewrite this ENTIRE THING

i'm actually so mad about it, i swear i was about to just not write this. i'm gonna rip my hair out i swear

anyway, i'm back with another story :3 this time it's more wholesome and fluffy

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summary: you and leon become even closer than before (gn reader btw)

It was nearly sunset. You and Leon were in his backyard, just enjoying the weather. You had begun to play fight, something that was common amongst you both.

Usually, it would be typical banter but you'd always say something that would set Leon off, and now was one of those moments.

You said something about his driving and teased him about every time he crashed a vehicle. Of course you had to make some snarky comment about his license.

Before you could bolt off, Leon grabbed you by the waist, causing you to yelp and giggle.

He swept you off your feet and held you in his arms bridal style. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Hey, c'mon!" You laughed, wiggling in his grasp. "You're like 80 tons of muscle, it's no fair!"

Leon chuckled. "Can't take what you dish out, huh?"

You and Leon were very close. Your connection was obvious to those who even glanced at you. You weren't dating, no, but a lot of people sure thought you were.

It was clear how much Leon genuinely cared for you. You had been his light in the darkness of the horrors he's seen in Raccoon City and the mission to Spain to save the president's daughter. It was difficult for him to let people in and the trauma only made it worse.

Of course, Ada had to do something with this as well. Her betrayal all those years ago still weighed heavy on Leon's heart. He was still confused, hurt, and angry all the same. Although he was glad to see Ada alive, he couldn't help but have a taste of bitterness for her. A bitterness that just wouldn't wash off of his tongue no matter how much the mercenary tried to make things better.

You were different. So much different than any other person he'd ever known.

Everything about you was perfect in Leon's eyes. Your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor, the way you'd look away and squeal when you were excited about something. It made him smile.

You had successfully torn down the walls Leon had built and he was more than happy about that. Of course, the initial part of getting to know you was rather irritating for him, he didn't want to talk about his feelings or let anyone see this side of him. You had been a ray of sunshine on his cold heart.

"Put me down!" You squeaked, squirming around.

Leon let out an exasperated huff. "Okay, okay!" He chuckled and then gently placed you back down on your feet. He immediately pulled you into a hug to which you happily accepted.

Your love for Leon was just as strong as his love was for you. You always had more romantic feelings for him but you never admitted it in fear of ruining the special bond you two had.

"I missed you while I was away," Leon spoke up, still holding you against his chest.

You smiled at this. "i missed you too." You said, your voice becoming quiet. "I always miss you."

Leon felt a pang in his heart when you said that. His job was dangerous and there was always the risk of losing his life. He knew how much you worried and he hated it.

He never really thought much about how dangerous being an agent is since he was so used to it at this point. Seeing you worry made him feel guilty.

"I know," he replied softly. "But you know I'll always come back to you, right?"

You nodded, burying your face into his chest.

As much as Leon reassured you that he'd always come home safe, you couldn't help but have the thought in the back of your mind.

When he was away, your nights were often sleepless and you found it difficult to get things done from how worried you got sometimes.

The thought of losing Leon was crushing and you couldn't stand it.

"Hey," Leon spoke, pulling away a little to look at you. "I promise." His expression was soft and his tone sweet and reassuring.

You couldn't hold it back. As you looked up at him and heard his words, tears swelled in your eyes and they began spilling. Leon pulled you back into his arms and you hugged him back once more. He shushed you quietly, running his fingers through your hair and murmuring soft reassurances.

The two of you had stood there in each other's arms for quite a while. By the time you two parted, the sun had finally dipped below the horizon. The moonlight shines through the branches and leaves of the tree you were under, illuminating you both.

Leon couldn't help but admire you. You looked so beautiful underneath the soft glow of the night sky. Your eyes always appeared to sparkle in the light but they looked especially like stars here. He found himself not being able to tear his eyes away from you.

You looked back up at him and into his pretty blue eyes.

He reached over and gently cupped your cheek with one hand. "I'm never leaving you, y'know." He whispered, once again reassuring you with a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You can't get rid of me that easy."

You smiled back, your heart fluttering as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his own.

"Oh, I know," you said, your tone turning more playful. "You really don't know when to quit, Kennedy."

Leon laughed, a genuine laugh that you and you alone had ever heard. He looked back at you, a comfortable silence suddenly falling upon you both.

You felt yourself get lost in Leon's eyes. The baby blue was so mesmerizing to you.

The way you looked at him didn't help either, it made his heart jump out of his chest.

The way you looked at one another was undeniable. The fondness and love in your eyes, like you were a golden treasure in the middle of the rubble in both of your minds.

As Leon looked at you, he had an overwhelming urge to just admit his feelings. He loved you so much and he wanted to shout it out loud, pour out his heart to you.

Instead, he simply leaned in, his lips softly pressing against your own.

Your eyes widened, not expecting the sudden gesture at all but you melted into the kiss, your eyes closing shut.

It felt like fireworks had gone off in your brain, butterflies swarmed your tummy, tickling your insides. You almost couldn't believe this was happening.

Leon held the kiss for a little while longer before he pulled away, looking into your eyes. His expression was so soft and loving.

"I love you," you finally spoke, blurting out the words as you were unable to hold them back anymore. You surprised yourself, a blush quickly creeping across your cheeks.

Leon smiled. For the first time in years, he actually felt complete, he felt so loved and safe. This feeling was almost enough to drive him to tears. Never in his life had he ever felt this way about another person before.

He pulled you close again and planted another kiss on your lips before he pulled away again, looking down at you with a grin that he just couldn't get rid of.

"I love you too."

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phew! this one is definitely not as good as the one i originally had and that upsets me a lot :'c

i hope you all liked it anyways! love u guys <3

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razorspidey · 19 days

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intro ⋆ READ B4 INTERACTING ⌁

my name is ajax/reo (you can call me either of those names) my pronouns are he/xe i am a minor (i'm 4teen) and i used to be @spinnspidey and @radiospidey and @knifespidey (that was the more known one) but i got t worded (again...). to whoever got me t worded, block dnt report. thanks!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა yeah so heres my intro. i'm a little bit of a weirdo if i do say so myself and i'm heavily tumblr obsessed so yeah i'll be on here nd i'll probably post a lot ^^ i'll post whatever goes through my mind which might be bad so warning on that. i might show symptoms of mental illnesses and if i do then mb idk not really my problem… but heads up i WILL say shit that shows that im not doing great. please do not try to save me or smth. also im looking for friends so bmf i promise im nice. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT PROMOTE ANYTHING THAT I POST. I AM POSTING AS A WAY TO VENT.

more info + stats under the cut!!! (tw for talking about sh + ed. don't like, don't read.)

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heartsofminds · 1 year

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and at every table, i’ll save you a seat - part i

“Well, apparently Baby Goose’s been losing his mind ‘round the base about how this really smart and sweet girl invited him to a wedding and won’t text him about it.” or you invite Bradley to a wedding but your big fat crush on him won’t let you actually. . .invite him.

“and at every table, i’ll save you a seat” - tunes of the gossipy Hard Deck patrons and liking someone so much you feel like you can’t breathe

A/N: hey guys!!! so in the midst of writing this, i realized how long it actually is and how many dividers i had on my google doc? anyway, i thought it would probably work out so much better if it was released in parts rather than just one, big, fat, HUGEEEE piece that would probs crash on mobile. listen along to the playlist (that will be updated with each writing update) and relish in overly flirtatious bradley with me! which btw, he’s the lover album personified with a dash of red and a hint of fearless!

“I’m not asking him.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes before she takes a sip from her Ultra. The thought of it tasting revolting because of its lukewarmness crosses her mind despite her head pounding unceremoniously. She almost speaks up to answer you, but closes her mouth.

She softly places the bottle back down on the counter instead.

She can’t quite tell if the pain in her temples is from the sound of excited chatter all around her, the sound of Mickey, Javy, and Bob shittily singing Go Your Own Way on the karaoke machine in the corner, or the sound of your blue glitter gel pen scratching away at the scrap paper you have by the register; frantically carrying decimals for tip calculation and pathetically adding and subtracting since Penny’s “older than dirt” cash register bit the dust an hour prior.

She almost concludes that the pounding ache working its way to the forefront of her brain is because of your absolute and utter refusal to do the simple and the obvious. But wait.

I haven’t eaten at all today. Yeah, that’s it.

A deep breath fills her lungs before she exhales. Her elbows find themselves on the lip of the bar top and her forearms come up to rest her head on her hands. She notices that the scribbling stops from what she assumes is you looking at her.

An uncomfortable beat passes which is unusual for you two. There’s always some sly remark made or interminable giggling filling the gaps of silence.

You pop your hip on the corner of the table. Your magenta tank top was far too bright of a pink to be welcome in the warm-hued bar. Your bracelet screams “graduation gift” and you can feel the oil on your face contorting your makeup as your time in the muggy air passes.

Out of place is always in your thoughts but doesn’t become an insecurity until you’re left alone with them. The absence of Phoenix’s voice makes this fact more obvious to you.

“You good? Not gonna hurl all over the place?” you cautiously ask, “Because it’s fine if you gotta puke, but I’ll murder you if you make me clean it up.”

Natasha lets out something short of a laugh but too informal to be considered a huff. “I’m fine,” she says, leaning her head into her hand and adjusting herself in her seat.

You nod, returning to your scribbling when the man sitting next to her hands his card to you. “You know, if you write any harder, you might permanently etch,” she pauses, leaning over to get a peek at what you had just written, “ten dollars and eighty-three cents into the counter.”

“Maybe it’ll convince Penny that a new cash register is a need and not a luxury.”

Natasha scoffs. “Could say the same about your plus one, but hey, if you don’t want my advice, then certainly don’t take it.”

You hand the gentleman back his card with a smile and a small “thank you” before returning your attention back to Natasha. She digs her teeth subtly into the plush of her bottom lip.

“I already told you. I’m not asking him.”

She groans, pushing herself to stand up from her seat. Even dressed in civilian clothes, she looks like she belongs. Her aura demands respect; even in a lacy wine-colored top that Hangman had tried to tease her about earlier when the brood of rowdy pilots had first arrived.

“Well, you said no to Jake.”

“You say it like he would be willing to say yes.”

“You said no to Rueben.”

“He’s in a situationship with that girl from my spin class. Going with me to a wedding and her seeing the pics on Instagram would just make shit weird,” you start scrubbing at the permanent water stain near the beer taps anxiously, “Especially when I set them up.”

Natasha rolls her eyes again. She swears that by the end of the night, she’ll know exactly what the inside of her eyelids look like.

“Whatever,” she huffs, “You said no to Javy and Bob.”

“Javy would rub the fact that I asked in Jake’s face and they’ll start a pissing contest on how to woo me…and Bob,” you look around to make sure no one who knows you all is within earshot, “He’s sweet. Like, sooo sweet.”

Natasha tries not to crack a smile before you get your words out, but she certainly knows where the tail end of your sentence is going. “But it’s definitely not believable that we would be together and my aunt is one hell of an FBI agent and I’m sure he’d crack and rat us out and I’d have to sit there and eat my weight in tiramisu to drown my embarrassment.”

Business is painfully slow for a Thursday evening despite the upcoming weekend. Your eyes dart around the room to look for anyone to come and rescue you from this conversation (and even volunteer to be your date to your bitchy cousin’s wedding next weekend without you asking, but you know to only hope for one miracle at a time). And when your eyes turn up empty for an ample opportunity, your shoulders droop while Natasha snickers at you.

“Cut your losses and just ask him. I know he won’t say no,” she says, coy smirk at home on her face.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“What is so wrong with him that you don’t wanna do it? Huh?”

You ponder on her statement before shaking your head. You’d rather be shot in the foot with a nail gun eight times than expose your silly little schoolgirl crush in the middle of the Hard Deck in front of his best friend turned your best friend since moving to the area five months ago.

“Why not Neil or Brigham? Or hell, even Mickey? I know he’s like, engaged, but Mariella is so freakin’ sweet and I know she’d understand so like-”

“Mmm-mmm. No, no, and hell no.” Your frown plasters itself on your lips faster than you can comprehend at her words. “Rooster or bust.”

Your spine straightens as you begin to engage in protest before you’re cut off by the man himself.

“Rooster or bust, what?” he asks, lips coming out to lick the dryness of the San Diego sun away. Your knees start to buckle and you can hear Natasha stifle a laugh as you try to conceal your lack of balance.

He stands in front of you, hand on his hips and sunglasses tucked on the tight, white tank top underneath his button-down shirt. Today’s print was red with cream-colored hibiscus flowers and you wonder how he could pull them off so well. If it were anyone else, you would have had to try your hardest to keep it together with Natasha in front of you; the jokes about touristy dads and low-budget porn actors in the works.

You realize he’s waiting for an answer as you see Natasha getting called away to sing karaoke with Javy and the gang out of the corner of your eye.

Great. Just fucking great.

“Taking bets on who the best pilot is or?” Bradley speaks, trying to get to the bottom of the small fragment of the conversation he had walked into.

“I-,” you stammer.

Fuck. Can someone just come to the bar and order so I can avoid this?

“You?” he looks at you through his eyebrows comically. Everything he does makes you nervous.

“I-,” the lines in his forehead raise with the infliction of your voice, “I need a favor. Like a big one.”

“Okay,” he laughs, “How big are we talking?”

“Umm-”

“Like ‘giving you my other kidney’ big or letting you borrow my car big?” he interrupts.

“Well-”

“Or do you need me to house sit? Dogsit? Babysit?”

You inhale as you place your hands on the countertop. Your eyes find his honeyed-colored ones and you almost drown in them before your pride kicks in.

I cannot embarrass myself in front of him.

“I need you to come to a wedding,” you speak gently. You can see the wheels turning in his head without him having to say anything. Bradley’s face always gave his thoughts away.

“If you don’t have plans, of course.”

The realization of what you had just said starts to kick you upside the head the longer you look at him. He doesn’t say anything. His face doesn’t move at all. You’re pretty sure he hasn’t even blinked yet.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

“And if you’re comfortable! Obviously!” you start to ramble before you can convince yourself to shut the hell up, “It’s next Saturday in Long Beach near the seaside. You don’t have to say yes or anything but I just thought I’d ask because I had a plus one when I had a boyfriend eight months ago and now-”

“I’ll go.”

“-we’re not together anymore and my bitchy cousin is the one getting married who, by the way, makes everything a competition but that’s beside the point. But I know my mom is gonna be pissed if I don’t bring someone because my aunt is her sister and she’ll bitch about how they wasted money and how my mom is running out of time to become a grandma because I’m not married yet and that’s totally not true because I’m not even thirty so my biological clock hasn’t even started ticking yet but -”

“Hey!” he raises his voice slightly, amusement hidden in his tone, “I said I’d go with ya, kid.” He steps forward to put his hands on your bare shoulders. You try not to melt into his touch.

“S’all good. I love weddings and the beach. Promise it’s not a hassle.”

You’re dumbfounded by his response and how collected he is about your word vomit, not to mention being invited to a wedding where he’ll meet not only your parents, but your entire extended family in a little over a week. You know for certain you wouldn’t have handled the situation as calmly as he had.

“You - you’ll…go?” The sound of Britney Spears’s “Toxic” and Jake absolutely murdering the high notes in the back of the bar is the only thing keeping you from spiraling into another dimension.

“Well, I’m not a liar,” he sits down on the seat Phoenix was previously occupying, “I don’t just say things I don’t mean.”

Your head nods solemnly in silent understanding, your hands grabbing a glass to pour him a whiskey on the rocks. He raises his eyebrows in suspicion at you knowing what his usual drink is, but throws away the thought to comment on it before it can even develop all the way. The subtle pang in his chest of you taking that much notice of him makes itself known. He would be lying if he was to say he didn’t hold a brightly lit candle for you.

You’re a regular, Bradshaw. Get your head out of your ass.

“To be honest,” you start, placing the chilled glass in front of him, “that sounds a lot like something a liar would say.”

He gives you a soft smile as he reaches into his back pocket to grab his wallet. “Well good thing that I’m not one then, right?”

Your heart flutters in nervousness and with about as much grace as a stampede of elephants. You’re positive that Bradley can see the outline of it beating out of your chest.

“No, no, no. Your drink is on the house.”

He shakes his head, forcing the twenty dollar bill that lays in between his fingers next to the scrap paper you have laying near the register. “No, I insist.”

“No, I insist. It’s on me, Bradley.”

He cracks a soft smile as he forces the money into your hand. His fingers wrap yours around the beat-up bill that has definitely seen better days. “That just won’t do ma’am.”

“I”m awaiting Bar results, not living in a shoebox on I-405. I assure you that two dollars and sixty cents won’t break the bank.”

The loud scrapping of a bar stool against the hardwood floor (which will probably leave a noticeable scratch in the hardwood flooring that Penny will pretend not be upset about) interrupts the cocoon of the world that existed with just you and him. Just you and Bradley…and Jake Seresin’s loud ass mouth yelling, “Bradshaw! What the hell, man? Get your ass over here and sing some Journey with me!” across the bar.

He shakes his head in disbelief and if you didn’t know any better (didn’t feed into your delusions, is more like it) you would almost think that he was…disappointed? That he didn’t want to leave you and that he was almost as desperate as you to give each other attention; eyes fully and ears solely attuned to the other.

Hoots and hollers and the sound of his call sign being screamed from his rowdy group of friends make the delusion hard to manage, and the reality finally kicks in that he’s not here for you. He’s here for them.

You wish you weren’t so good at hurting your own feelings sometimes.

“Your spotlight awaits you,” you sigh, trying not to show how dejected you felt to him.

A beat of silence passes before he slides his palms on the front of his jeans.

“Here.” He snatches your blue glitter gel pen off the table, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he begins to write. “Text me the details?”

He offers a slight smile that makes your words catch in your throat; the butterflies dinging around in your stomach begging you to reach out and touch him. To lean forward. To say something. To do something. Anything.

But before you can he’s zipped across the bar and the sound of Call Me by Blondie inflates the room. You look down at the cerulean ink with specks of shimmer in it.

xxx-xxx-xxxx Call me, kid! Bradley B

You’re definitely not gonna call him anytime soon…

“Sweetheart, I love you, but if you dry those glasses one more time I think I’ll have a brain aneurysm.”

Penny snatches the dish towel from your hands as your mouth gapes in silent protest. She throws it lazily on the countertop and snags the crate of beer glasses that you were going to town on away from you. The clinging sound of the dishes makes your head droop with disappointment.

“I wasn’t done yet! They still feel slippery! ”you complain and she just teasingly shakes her head.

“So?”

She winks at you and you have to find it in your heart not to be a little annoyed at her for cutting your task off mid-attempt.

Perfectionism fuels your life and she knows this. She knows that you’re using the glasses to stress clean. She knows that your cousin’s wedding weekend starts on Friday and you’re fighting the urge to tear your hair out. She also knows that you have Bradley’s phone number on a slip of paper that’s burning a hole through your nightstand because you still haven’t called him.

“So?” you ask, lightly mimicking Penny’s statement, “Someone’s gonna drop the glass because they’ve never learned how to hold it the right way and then there’s gonna be glass shards everywhere and they’ll get hurt and-”

“You are such a worry wart, my dear. Reeelaaax,” she interrupts, placing her warm, nimble fingers on your shoulders.

The subtle sunburn you had gotten this past weekend is slowly starting to calm down, but the initial sting still startles you. She can see the small happenings of a frown starting to form on your lips and she decides to frown along with you. She spins you to face her and holds your forearms in her hands, offering them a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

It’s not a secret that Penny Benjamin takes pride in knowing her staff well and loving them even better. In the five months she’s gotten to know you, she’s taken you in as one of her own without making her love for you about her. That was kind of her thing; knowing all without having to be told and giving so selflessly without having to ask if you were in need.

Penny just got it, and it’s hard to find people like that nowadays; people who love you genuinely and truly expecting nothing in return.

The thought of her warmness makes you sniffle, and you’re sure that if the jukebox wasn’t turned on and playing some Beach Boys tune, the tears would’ve made their way down your face at a speed that Formula One drivers would envy.

“I know what it feels like to have your every movement judged and not being able to say anything to defend yourself,” she starts, “But you’re smart. You’re kind. You’re so important. And you’re nothing less than amazing, so don’t let anyone treat you like you aren’t.”

You can’t muster up the words to keep the conversation alive. You’re sure that all that would come out of your mouth is a blubbering mess you don’t feel like trying to force out in between choked sobs. Besides, the car doors closing in the parking lot alert you both to the Wednesday night crowd making their way in.

You settle for a small “thank you” before she cracks another smile at you; lips quirked up in amusement. She saunters off to the back to grab the bucket of prepped lime wedges.

“You never have to thank me for the words you deserve, sweetheart. Those are on the house.”

You snort before wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Only she could manage to subdue the mini meltdown brewing in the depths of your chest. But Penny was just like that.

Always calm, cool, and collected.

The night moves slowly in a frame-by-frame manner (one that emulates the night you asked Bradley to be your date, but you shake the thought whenever it tries to enter your head because you think you may actually puke). It’s nothing too out of the ordinary for a Wednesday night.

Mickey and Mariella pop in for mango margaritas after their weekly date night. Mickey gives you a small “hello” before flashing you a knowing smirk. You try to ignore Mariella swatting at his chest, but the imagery eats you up inside. You know that he knows and that she knows, and not taking the steps to actually ask Bradley to a wedding you invited him to makes you feel guilty.

He picks up on your guilt when his eyes catch you twisting your ring around your pointer finger. His eyes soften and he almost considers apologizing to you before he thinks about it. Bringing more attention to it would embarrass you more, he figures. The apology sitting on his tongue is swallowed down with a sip of his drink and Mariella’s kick to his shin.

“Well, we’re about to head out. We’ll see you Friday?” Mickey declares as Mariella narrows her dark eyes at him.

Your heart stops and your fingers feel numb.

Fuck. He wants to bring up Bradley. What do I say? Fuck. Shit. Wait. How does he even know? Has Bradley brought me up? Fuck, wait. He wouldn’t do that. Why would he even be talking about me? He probably told them that I’m obsessed with him and he was cornered and couldn’t say no and-

“Uh? Are you good?” Mickey looks at you with soft eyes and waves his hand in front of your face.

Mariella slaps it down from in front of you. “Don’t do that. She’s not a fucking dog, Mick.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Duh. I know that. I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t having a seizure or anything like that.”

“A seizure?”

“They’re called absence seizures. Went down a whole YouTube rabbit hole about them a couple of nights ago.”

You chuckle at their antics and can’t wait for the day they finally have their wedding. At least when the time comes you know you won’t have to forge a story about having a boyfriend. And it’ll be a wedding filled with people you actually like; ones that don’t make you order water out of feeling insecure about how many calories you’re consuming or ones that gossip about the shade of blush you wore making you look too “flushed” behind your back.

“I go down rabbit holes all the time,” you chide, “I watched this documentary about the Pentagon Papers and the atomic bomb from World War II the other day, and now I’m confident I could get my Ph.D. in like, Historical American Screw-Ups.”

Mickey and Mariella let out chortles at your statement before starting to head toward the exit.

“Well, we’ll see you later then. Tell us about that wedding on Monday?”

Your mouth hangs open as they stride out the front doors of Hard Deck. The shock of what just happened makes your heart beat erratically.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! He told.

Mike Metcalf sits at the corner of the bar top on his regular stool with his sweating glass housing a whiskey neat. He sends you a teasing smirk as you move near him to wipe the countertop down.

“Still haven’t texted him?” he asks.

The shock continues to run through your body. You have to place your hands on the edge of the table to keep yourself from stumbling over.

Why does everyone in this bar know what’s going on?

Admiral Metcalf was friendly with you - one of those regulars who offer you engaging conversation, tidbits of grandfatherly affection, and generous tips.

You would tell him not to tip you so much for a single drink, but he would always insist; quoting something along the lines of you reminding him of his granddaughter and that you treated everyone with such kindness and respect that you deserved it back tenfold.

You take a deep breath, arms pushing you up slowly to stand upright. “I’m scared to ask how you know.”

He chuckles, a real belly laugh, and you struggle to find out why you can’t piece together a logical explanation for how he would know.

“Well, apparently Baby Goose’s been losing his mind ‘round the base about how this really smart and sweet girl invited him to a wedding and won’t text him about it.” He shrugs before taking a long drink from his glass. “Thought it sounded like you. I meant to ask about it the other night, but once you turn eighty you forget things at the drop of a hat.”

“Smart and sweet?” you want to ask, but you know that it would confirm rather than get you the answers that you want. You shake your head to dislodge the thought before furrowing your eyebrows.

“. . . Baby Goose?”

The older man plays with the paper coaster underneath his drink. A soft smile blooms on his lips. “We’re talking about Bradley Bradshaw. Correct?”

You start to drum your fingers against the lip of the bar top. The thought of lying briefly crosses your mind until the sound of James Brown’s shriek at the beginning of “I Got You (I Feel Good)” startles you.

“Uhh, hello? You still there, kiddo?”

I have got to get better at answering quicker.

You straighten your spine and pop your hand on your hip. “Wouldn’t the correct terminology be ‘gosling’?”

He raises his brows, “Rooster. Baby Goose. Bradshaw. Gosling,” he rattles off, counting the phrases on his fingers, “Does any of this ring a bell?”

You chew on your lip. The toe of your sneaker slides underneath the sole of your other one. The fidgeting tells Admiral Metcalf all he needs to know.

“Maybe,” you say under your breath.

“Maybe?” he questions. He leans forward to investigate your expression with his eyes.

Another sigh exits your lips. “Okay, well, maybe a little.”

You sound defeated, he thinks. He decides to investigate even though he can hear his wife’s voice in his head telling him not to. If he turns his head just a little bit to the right, his hearing aid catches the sound of the jukebox. He can’t focus on you talking and his wife’s voice if he also hears the jukebox.

Sorry, Carrie.

His chair swivels a little bit and he wipes his hands on his jeans. “It’s certainly more than a little, kiddo. Especially if you asked him to a wedding.”

You scoff, annoyance painting the inside of your brain. Nosiness is one thing you absolutely cannot stand, and it’s the reason why you insisted on not moving back in with your mom after law school. Working yourself to the bone to study for the Bar during the day while mixing drinks and popping caps off of beer bottles at night seemed worlds better than having your privacy invaded constantly. Tired or private. From where you stand currently, it’s safe to say you picked the latter.

Or so you thought.

“So is this just a thing?” You can feel your heart rate speed up as you start to become defensive. “Like, a trend where all you Hard Deck patrons like to gossip and spread rumors?”

“It’s not a rumor if it’s true.”

You almost roll your eyes but the politeness you were raised with paired with your people-pleasing won’t let you.

“Yeah, but it’s technically gossip if you didn’t hear it from me,” you state directly, “How do you even talk to all these people on the base? Aren’t you retired?”

Admiral Metcalf chuckles. “I may be in bed by 8 every night but it doesn’t mean I’m not social, my dear.”

“Okay, but why would your connections be talking to you about Gosling?” You lean on your forearms and glance at the cash register to make sure someone isn’t waiting to be served. Your eyes glance back to the older gentleman sat in front of you. “Aren’t you guys like. . .fifteen generations removed from each other?”

He gently pats your arm with his calloused palm. “You’re a funny girl.”

“You’re dodging my question,” you frown, sitting up straight and grabbing him his usual glass of water he drinks before he decides to go home.

He mouths a quick “thank you” before taking a sip. “Did it ever occur to you that I was a pilot?”

The wheels in your brain start turning to decipher why he would say that and how it would mean that he and Bradley know each other.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“And a Top Gun instructor.”

“Okay. . .?” You’re starting to get the hint now, but it still just seems like a lot of abstract events put together.

“I taught Maverick and Goose.”

Penny’s “boyfriend, not-boyfriend” who comes in to pick her up or hang out on days when the crowd is as dead as a cemetery. Maverick.

But who’s -

“Goose?” you ask, finishing your question out loud.

“Bradley’s father.”

And shit. Oh shit. Fucking shit!

“I- You- Wait-” you stammer. He simply sips on his water, amusement painted on his features at the signs of your internal panic.

“So that’s how I know. I keep in touch with Maverick and he just happened to mention the absolute mess Rooster’s been the past couple days about this wedding,” he declares, “Which, by the way, is kind of rude to invite someone and then not go into detail about it. Don’t you think?”

Your mouth opens and closes in shock, the magnitude of your recent revelation being endorsed by the silence coming from you.

Your brain can’t even begin to wrap around all the degrees of separation and acquaintances and friendships Bradley has from the bombshell of information that was just dropped on you. This place is just littered with people who probably knew him before he was Rooster; all puppy fat and awkward haircuts. You bet there’s probably a series of his prom and high school graduation photos that circulated from eye to eye.

But this also means that if you go through with it, that if you actually bring him with you to Long Beach this weekend, you’ll become part of that essence of knowing - everyone knowing what Bradley told them and your entire weekend spent with him being a topic of discussion.

You try to get over the dehumanizing feeling that will come with being called “Hard Deck Girl” after this weekend when he inevitably tells Maverick about his weekend who will then tell Iceman who will probably tell Admiral Metcalf. You can’t bear to think about all the snickers and teasing that will come from Bradley’s group of friends.

Hangman loves to tease you already. You don’t think you’ll survive more “pigtail pulling” if word gets out about Bradley having to hold your hand and awkwardly slow dance with you on Saturday.

Admiral Metcalf lets out an impressive-sounding whistle that catches your attention and brings you back to Earth.

“That’s one gorgeous Bronco,” he comments, head turned to look outside the windows of the bar. “Used to have one just like it years ago.”

Your eyes follow his gaze to see the cobalt blue vehicle parked in one of the empty spaces of the parking lot. The headlights fade as the owner steps out of the vehicle and -

Fuck!

He has a soft bounce in his strut. His Raybans are tucked into the collar of his white t-shirt. The light-wash denim of his jeans hugs his legs just the right way. His slightly rosy cheeks and tanned forearms bulging from his shirt make him unmistakable.

Bradley Bradshaw is about to walk into the bar. On a Wednesday night. While the crowd is drier than the Mojave.

And there’s nowhere for you to run.

He has a slightly faster pace set to his walk than he usually does. . . Not like you spend your time watching him walk (even though you do, and you’d rather roll over and die than admit that to anyone).

“Good luck getting him back on that perch,” Admiral Metcalf speaks up. He opens his worn leather wallet and fishes out a fifty-dollar bill. “He won’t fly back up there once he gets off.”

You follow him to the cash register to ring him up. The drawer is opened and the bills counted for his change before he stops you.

“Keep it. Part of your tip,” he says, “Least I can do for all the trouble I’ve caused you tonight.”

You begin to thank him before the saloon-style doors open and Bradley stands dead in the center, hands on his hips and eyes grazing the surroundings.

“Good luck, kiddo. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it,” Admiral Metcalf says before turning on his heel. He claps Bradley on the shoulder as a brief greeting and continues his stride outside to the parking lot.

Your heart starts beating in your chest erratically; a tell-tale sign of white hot panic that makes your knees buckle and heat grow on your scalp.

And you’re. . . starting to sweat?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Bradley spots you while you stand paralyzed at the cash register. Your fingers are shaky and a lump in your throat starts to form. You feel like a deer in headlights when he begins to stalk forward to approach you.

“I’ve gotta bone to pick with you, missy,” his voice booms, his steps coming to a halt.

His hands spread and turn as he leans on the table; eyes locked on your face.

Your adrenaline kicks in and your feet start to move faster than your brain. A harsh swallow plagues your throat before you book it to the kitchen; french braid slinging heavy on your back and the bucket of lime wedges on your mind.

Bradley zips around the oval-shaped bar top and grabs your waist before you make it out of the opening. His hands squeeze your sides softly. If you were in your right frame of mind, your cheeks would have flushed.

“Uh-uh,” he says, whipping you around to face him. His grip falls to your forearms; holding you firmly but not enough to hurt. “What’s your deal, kid?”

His breaths are exasperated. When he left work today, he had no idea that he would be chasing you around the bar like a goddamn dog who had gotten off its leash. Despite being in good shape (which he takes pride in, given the number of shirtless runs he does in his neighborhood) he still finds himself a little winded.

Your eyes are almost bulging out of your head. His touch feels electric and you feign the ability to even think about opening your mouth to respond. Bradley Bradshaw is here, right in front of you, and almost holding you hostage.

Hostage is dramatic, you think. But so is chasing me.

“I-” you start. Another harsh swallow forces its way down your throat. At this point, you think that swallowing your spit is the only way you can remind your body to breathe.

Bradley’s eyes soften at your frazzled state. He takes his hands off of you and drops them back to his sides.

“I- I need to get the lime wedge bucket,” you rush out, the entire sentence sounding like one phrase.

“Let me come with you,” he says.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not allowed back there.”

“Yeah well, you’re not allowed to ghost me about a wedding you invited me to, but look where we are,” he counters back. His legs start toward the kitchen hidden behind gray steel doors near the back.

You stand frozen; trying to catch your breath and looking around to still see an empty bar with no signs of life.

“Are you coming or not?” he calls out, a smile on his face juxtaposed to the annoyed expression he wore a few minutes ago when he caught you.

And if it were anyone else, you would be utterly annoyed. You would refuse and start rattling off how it’s a health code violation for patrons to be in the back serving area or how it was inappropriate or how you didn’t want anyone to come in and clean out the Hard Deck while you were distracted.

But because it’s Bradley and because you have this stupid big fat school girl crush on him, you don’t say anything even though you so badly want to.

He’s already a little annoyed with me, you think. He doesn’t want to hear me ramble on top of that.

Your sneakered feet follow him into the terracotta quarry-tiled kitchen in the back. He moves to the side to allow you to step in front of him in pursuit of the infamous lime wedge bucket you had your heart set on.

The silence between the two of you is deafening, but you can’t even rub two of your brain cells together to form a coherent sentence that won’t leave you hunched over in embarrassment. Having a crush as an adult is downright embarrassing. But having a crush as an adult on an older, more refined adult is absolutely humiliating.

The industrial refrigerator stands sleek and tall. The door weighs as heavy as it looks and you damn near pull your shoulder out of socket every time you attempt to open it. More than often, Penny has to come save you and open it because you can never seem to get the resistance of the rubber door gasket to give way.

Thankfully, the door opens with a heavy tug and the bucket of limes was left on a shelf you could reach. You pop the fridge door closed with your hip before you start a fast-paced walk back to the bar; leaving Bradley behind to scramble up to you once again.

In hindsight, your body language and lack of talking makes you seem furious and annoyed. And maybe you are, but it’s mostly frustration and annoyance pointed at yourself because you can’t just be fucking normal.

No, because you have to be the odd one out of your family. You have to be the one cousin who got dumped by her “perfect” dentist boyfriend (who treated you terribly, but you never complained aloud to your family for your fear of being called ungrateful and unbecoming). You have to be awkward and sensitive and young with a silly-ass schoolgirl crush on a gorgeous man who David of Michelangelo envies.

The bucket of lime wedges is slammed on the counter before you realize what your hands are doing.

Bradley rounds in front of the cash register, a sheepish look on his face. “Hey, kid,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for barging in on you like that. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

A wave of guilt breaks the tide in your brain. He’s apologizing, and it’s sincere. It’s certainly not anything you’re used to. Usually, everything is your fault and you find yourself pushing your feelings aside to accept a half-assed apology.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have invited you to something that’s such a big deal and then refused the details,” you say.

And you should stop there, you know, but you do that stupid thing you do about having to over-explain everything and keep going. Word vomit to the maximum.

“I mean, I think I kind of bombarded you about it? I know you said that you would go and that you didn’t mind, but it’s really a lot to ask of someone to come with you and fill in for your ex in front of your shitty family who has a cow because you didn’t get married right after undergrad.”

You rock back and forth on your heels and you pinch your fingers together to help soothe yourself. The anxiousness exuding off of you is obvious and Bradley can’t help but feel extremely guilty for making you feel horrible on top of what feelings you were already dealing with.

“You can really say no, Bradley. My feelings won’t be hurt if you do. Honest,” you whisper, finishing your statement.

Feeling small isn’t foreign to you in the slightest.

His eyes soften even more. He recognizes the doubt written all over you. He’s felt that way so many times before.

“I said what I meant, and I really wanna go to that wedding with you. Honest to God, I mean it,” he says, taking a seat on a stool nearby. “I just need to know what the plan is so I can pick you up and everything. Don’t want my suit to clash with your dress now, do we?”

A small giggle leaves your lips. “Alright, Casanova. You’ve convinced me.”

He extends his hand out to you. “Deal?” The large palm looks inviting, but you’re sure the adrenaline coursing through your veins has made your hands clammy.

Your brows knit together and your lips pull themselves into a straight line. “What the hell are you doing?” Suddenly, you’re self-conscious about the potential armpit stains that may have soaked your tank top.

Goddamn nerves.

He contorts his expression into one of faux offense. “Making you shake on it. What the fuck does it look like?”

You let out a breath through your nose. “I mean, exactly that, but don’t you think that’s too. . .”

“Sophisticated? Formal?” He grins as if he had just won the lottery.

“Little Rascals -esque.”

Bradley kisses his teeth before laughing. “You’re never too old to relish in the magic that’s The Little Rascals.”

“What happens if I don’t shake?” you question, fingers drawing circles on the surface near the cash register, “Will I be a target of the He-Man Woman Haters Club?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t confirm but I can deny only if you shake on it and promise me a dance.”

You shake your head before he finishes his sentence.

“I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Then I’ll make sure my dress shoes are steel-toe,” he reasons, shrugging his broad shoulders. His biceps subtly flex and you almost bite your lip but the fact that he’s so close and can see your expression makes you withhold.

“You really wanna go still?”

“How many times do I have to say yes, kid? I want to go with you and I promise you that we’ll have the best time ever. Is that clear enough?”

Penny waltzes back in before you can answer. Her eyes hold a mischievous glint as they look at the interaction going on between you and Bradley. She sends you a soft wink before she joins you behind the bar.

“Bradley!” she greets with a grin, coming to come rest next to you and in front of his seat.

“Hey, Pen. Mav taking you out on the bike today?”

She subtly bumps your hip with hers. She’s about to stir up some trouble.

“No, no,” she sighs, “I have to close up here tonight so we’re going this weekend.”

Bradley nods as you stand frozen next to her.

“Speaking of weekends,” she chirps, “What are your plans, Bradley?”

I love Penny. I love Penny. I love Penny. If I say it enough, I won’t wanna kill her.

“Oh, the kid and I were planning on going to her cousin’s wedding in Long Beach. We were actually just talking about it,” he answers as Penny lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh thank God. The suspense of if she was actually gonna talk to you about it was killing us.”

“Us?” you ask, voice filled with irritation and concern.

“Me, Pete, Tom, Mike,” Penny lists, “Jake and Rueben started a money pool. Guess Hangman’s a hundred and twenty dollars richer now.”

You groan and pinch your nose between your fingers as Penny takes your shoulders into her palms and rubs them. She picks up a crate of shot glasses before turning to leave.

“Bradley?” she calls, and his ears perk up.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Stay out of my kitchen,” her eyes narrow playfully, “That’s a health code violation.”

He holds his hands up with a grin. “You got it.”

“You kids have fun this weekend. Gonna have to take tons of pictures and show them to me!” she exclaims before disappearing behind the same steel doors Bradley had followed you into earlier.

A beat of silence passes; partly because you’re so stunned by what had just occurred.

“So,” he clears his throat, “Now that I know you’re old enough to have watched The Little Rascals, what’s the plan? Like is this an overnight thing or a reception thing or?”

You perk up at his question.

“Oh, umm.” You subconsciously pick at your cuticles before forcing yourself to stop. Your mom and aunt would be disappointed to see them ripped to shreds. “So I kinda - well, it’s an overnight thing but we definitely don’t have to stay overnight.”

He nods his head, ears intently listening to what you’re saying. You think he’s nodding his head to queue up a firm decline to your plans despite his insistence on going with you.

“I mean, you don’t have to! You can like, drive home and come back the next day? Or not go to the rehearsal dinner and just meet me at the wedding? I just know that sleeping in the same room is gonna be weird and I think my room reservation only has one bed because like I said, I had a boyfriend whenever they booked it and I never changed it after we broke up and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he interrupts your word vomit, “Breathe, kid. Breathe.”

You take a deep inhale in and you want to kick yourself for doing it at his request.

Are you just gonna do whatever Bradley tells you to do, or do we actually have a fucking mind of our own?

“Why would I leave you hanging like that? Huh?” He licks his lips subtly and you have to keep from drooling. “You asked me to come with you and I’m gonna go the whole time and have a blast.”

You nod your head. Your thoughts and emotions have been bouncing off the wall in a vapid fashion from the two hours you’ve been clocked in.

“Okay,” you whisper shakily.

“Okay,” a laugh jumps from his throat and he leans in closer. “Can I get your number, at least? So I can call you instead and make it easier?”

You’re reaching beneath the bar and grabbing aimlessly at the mason jar full of random gel pens and a roll of open receipt paper that was too short to be put inside the machine but too long to be thrown away.

Lime green glitter ink spells out your phone number on the stark white paper before you wordlessly slide it over to rest near Bradley’s fingertips.

He sends you a smile before pulling out his phone and typing the number into the keypad. You have to look away because if you don’t, you’re sure you’ll start hyperventilating.

Your cell phone buzzes in your back pocket once, twice, thrice.

“Are you…calling me?” you ask, head tilting to the side to meet his mischievous glint.

“Context clues, kid. C’mon,” he replies. He holds his phone to his ear as he listens to the dial tone.

You stand in disbelief in front of him.

He shoos you with his hands. “Go on! Answer!” he urges.

You sigh and playfully roll your eyes before slinging your phone out of your back pocket. You click the green phone icon on your screen before bringing it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Alright, missy. What’s the address I’m picking you up from Friday afternoon?”

Bradley Bradshaw may not be your boyfriend and probably will never be, but he sure knows how to play the part well enough to fool your family. He may even have you fooled too.

“Shit!” you yelp. Your upper body tenses up and you slam your curling iron on the countertop of your bathroom sink.

The strong vibrations of your phone ringing move your device closer to the edge. You scramble to pick it up and bring it to your ear. You didn’t bother looking at the caller ID before answering. Odds are, it’s either your mother or your only cousin that you can actually stand, Hallie.

“Fuck,” you whisper before clearing your throat, “Hello?”

You flash your neck in the mirror, fingers dancing around the irritated baby pink skin surrounding the already darkening magenta wound. The skin feels hot to the touch and you know that its placement makes it look more like a hickey than anything. Your mind starts to wonder if putting makeup on it would be a bad decision.

“Hey, kid.”

Fuck. Bradley. It’s Bradley. I forgot about Bradley!

“I’m outside.” You take a deep swallow that you pray he can’t hear over the phone. “You said the house with the purple hydrangeas near the front steps. Right?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Am I this fucking stupid that I can’t even think of another word to use right now?

The long pause doesn’t make Bradley hang up.

“Kid? You okay in there?” The sound of a car door slamming can be heard through the receiver. You listen to the Carlsons down the street mowing their lawn. A few dogs are barking and the sound of Bradley’s shoes hitting the pavement plays a symphony with the bliss of what is a Friday afternoon at 2 PM encapsulates.

His knuckles rap against your front door and you audibly gasp. Your finger hangs up the phone before sprinting to let him in. The flutters in your stomach make you feel like you might projectile vomit any second. No amount of pep talks you had given yourself in the past two days can prepare you for the events of this weekend; not to mention Bradley and your big fat crush on him being the cherry on top.

You swing the door open; a shocked Bradley staring at you and a frenzied heart damn near beating out of your chest.

“I’m not ready yet!” you exclaim, turning your back and rushing back into your bathroom. You move so swiftly that you don’t even notice the bouquet of flowers clutched in his right hand.

Fuck! The curling iron is still on.

Bradley lets out a laugh. “Well, hello to you too.”

You pick the iron back up and finish curling the piece of hair you had started on before being interrupted.

“Sorry!” you shout back, “Give me five and I’ll be ready to go.”

Bradley lets out a puff of air he didn’t know he had been holding in. If someone had asked him a month ago where he thought he would be spending a Friday afternoon in mid-March, he probably said he wouldn’t know for sure.

Which is true.

He’s worked out a schedule where he’s able to leave work by 11 AM on Fridays and what he does is often a wild card; his Fridays range anywhere from mundane errands to impromptu skydiving endeavors with Coyote and Phoenix. He might even go for a quick afternoon surf session if he feels up to it.

He’ll admit, sometimes he imagines spending his Friday afternoons with you. In one timeline, he convinces you to ride down the coast with him at sunset. Another has you laying on your stomach at the beach with your nose shoved in a book pretending not to be ogling him while he surfs.

Bradley even lets his mind wander to the possible tan lines on your hips and how he would graze his thumbs just beneath your bikini bottoms to feel the fullness of the skin there, but then he realizes how inappropriate that may be, and he lets the thought sit in the back of his brain unwatered and underdeveloped.

Besides, he was raised better than imagining women naked. . .Even though he thinks you’re absolutely stunning both clothed and naked. . .And would love the opportunity to see you na-

That’s beside the point. Get it together, man.

His eyes survey the surroundings of your living room. Throw pillows and blankets. Candles on the coffee table. Books everywhere. Open windows create sunspots on the carpet. A vintage record player on the shelf of your bookcase and your Tango in the Night vinyl playing softly.

He likes to think that in another life (he’s hopeful for this one, but he’s learned what having too much hope does to a person) your blue fuzzy blanket has a home on his cream-colored couch or that your Fleetwood Mac vinyl finds solace next to his Otis Redding and James Brown records.

Bradley takes a seat on your couch. The brown butcher paper holding together the peony floral arrangement he had picked up crunches in his hand. The other pats along to the soft rhythm arrangement in time with “Mystified.” He can smell the faint scent of your perfume and the sounds of life you make, the small gasps and soft humming and whispered curse words, fill him with endearment.

He’s so wrapped up in melting into your aura that he doesn’t even realize that you had left the bathroom until you stood dead in front of him; curled hair, makeup on, and an electric blue dress laying flawlessly on the silhouette of your body.

You make his mouth dry and any words that he wants to say disintegrate with how amazing he thinks you look. Him not saying anything makes you panic and you wonder if you forgot to blend the bronzer near your neck or if your blush was too pink or if there was a piece of hair you had forgotten or if the dress you had on actually made you look like a frumpy version of Aquamarine (a lot of or, or, ors).

Bradley, please say something.

He sits up straighter upon seeing you. The navy blue dress pants on his long legs bring out the green in his hazel eyes. Your heart feels warm at the thought of him matching you; especially after offhandedly mentioning that you were thinking of wearing a blue dress to the dinner rehearsal.

Your eyes glance to his non-dominate hand and spot the pink peonies wrapped in butcher paper. The simple notion of him getting you flowers makes your knees weak, and the fact that he didn’t get them from the grocery store - that it was an arrangement that he had gotten from a florist - makes you wish you were a better woman and weren’t thinking of dropping to your knees right there in front of him and thanking him with a blowj-

He doesn’t even think you look pretty enough to say something. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.

“Oh,” he wipes his empty hand on the fabric of his pants, “These are for you.” He pushes the bouquet forward for your observation.

A smile is center stage on your lips as you grab them from his grasp. “Thank you. This is really kind of you, Bradley.” You turn to head into your kitchen to grab a vase.

She didn’t say they were pretty. Does she even like peonies?

The silence surrounding you both is deafening. If you could ignore the slightly prickly feeling of heat eating away at the hairline on the back of your neck, you can almost forget that Bradley is even here.

But the thing is, Bradley is here. He’s here and so present and you’re gonna have to give your poor heart a break from beating so fast if you want to survive this weekend without having a stroke.

All the thought does is make you even more nervous (as if that’s even fucking possible at this point).

“Okay, kid. If we’re gonna be together all weekend, this,” he points his finger between you and him, “Ain’t fucking happening. We need to tallllkkkk.”

You swallow. “I -We are talking.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Okay,” you whisper sheepishly, your bare toe grinding into the carpet. The friction sends a wave of heat to your otherwise numb toes. It’s unconventional, but at least it’s helping you feel something other than anxiety.

He nods his head before standing up. His eyes glance at the gold watch on his left hand. “Well, it’s 2:30 and the rehearsal dinner is at 5. We need to get going if we wanna beat traffic.”

“Okay.”

He sighs, watched wrist coming down to lay his hand flat across his stomach. “Talking means more than just saying ‘okay.’ That’s not a conversation.”

You pause for a moment. The flowers he had brought still rest in between the crease of your inner elbow. More silence ensues. You just don’t know what to say.

He starts heading down your small hallway. The whiff of his cologne kickstarts your reaction.

“Hey!” you say, starting to stalk after him, “What the hell are you doing?”

He snickers. “Grabbing your bags? I was serious about getting a move on. Don’t want your folks to think your boyfriend is a slacker now, do ya?”

Bradley grabs the two bags you had struggled to set outside your bedroom door with ease. You never forget how strong he looks (oggling at a guy three days out of the six you work will do that to you) but you always seem to forget how strong he actually is.

You close your mouth before you begin to drool. Bradley will for sure be talking about this weekend with his friends and uncle. You don’t want to add any more embarrassing details to the story. Besides, your awkward preteen pictures from your mom’s Facebook hadn’t even been brought up yet. Some room needs to be saved for your utter humiliation.

Your feet slide into the pair of heels you had set aside before you scramble to grab your keys and purse. How Bradley can move so quickly is beyond your thinking capacity as you haphazardly take the needle off of your record. Your eyes do a quick sweep over your living room to make sure that everything is turned off so you won’t magically come home to a fire safety example at the conclusion of your weekend.

Now, if you can just make yourself stop feeling so jittery, you might be able to actually manage to fit your key into the lock of your front door.

After what feels like three years (and the embarrassment of knowing Bradley probably watched you struggle), the keys are stuffed back into your purse before you pause on your porch.

A black Ford F-150 sits curbside to your driveway. It doesn’t fit in with the SUVs and small sedans that make up the neighborhood you live in. You had never seen a car like this where you lived at all. Come to think of it, you had never seen this truck ever.

Doesn’t Bradley drive a Bronco?

Your eyebrows remain wrinkled with your puzzled expression as he rounds the back of the car; the resounding noise of the back door shutting makes his entrance known. He opens the passenger door for you and stands next to it.

He squints as he looks up at you. The sun is blazing and he forgot to grab his sunglasses from his side of the door.

“Cold feet?” he calls.

You start to head down the stairs and onto the pavement. “It’s seventy-six degrees. I think cold feet is kinda ill worded.”

“It’s a saying.”

The crossed arms over your chest signal your apprehension. Bradley stands before you, leaning against the truck and his arm slung on the top of the cab. He raises his brows at you and does a gentle motion of his head to the seat, inviting you to climb in. Even next to the large vehicle, he still looks. . .huge.

In a good way! In a good way. He’s actually really fit and I’m shaking inside and I’m sure I’m sweating and I have got to stop wearing light colors in front of him because he can probably see the sweat and - Oh God. Oh God, the seats are leather. What if I sweat all over them?

The lump in your throat is swallowed as you stand before him. “This isn’t your car,” you say lamely.

He scoffs. “Spying on me? Do you have my license plates memorized too?”

You know he’s teasing and that he doesn’t mean it literally, but you almost answer, “yes” because you do. Thankfully, you’re in the stage of your anxiousness where you clam up instead of puking your words out.

You cock your head to the side, eyes narrowed because of the bright sun.

“How do I know it’s not stolen? What if we get pulled over because it’s stolen?” you wonder, and then the word vomit picks up and - “ I can’t go to jail! I had nothing to do with it and the ABA is gonna pull my Bar application if we get arrested and I spent too much damn money and worked too damn hard to let an F-150 ruin it for-”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters into a small laugh, “I know you love the Bronco,” he gives you a teasing look, “But the Bronco has no air and I figured that since we’re driving two hours on the highway, you would appreciate not having to ride with the windows down the entire time.”

“You still haven’t confirmed that it’s your car.”

“You know, for someone so smart, you are extremely bad at picking up on obvious context clues. Why the hell would I steal a pickup truck and then drive you to a wedding in it?”

You scrounge your brain for a reply. “. . .For the plot?”

He whistles and crosses his arms over his chest, mimicking your current stance. “Wow. I have a comedian for a date.”

“I’m serious. It could be a possibility!”

“Well I don’t think “felon” looks good next to “painstakingly handsome,” so I’ll pass.”

You remain standing in front of him. Stubbornness was a quality that your mother both loved and loathed and you know it, but Bradley has yet to see this side of you yet. Your arms wrap around your torso tighter and your eyebrows are raised every so slightly.

Bradley knows what you’re doing. He used to do it to Maverick all the time when he was growing up. You’re digging your heels in.

“C’mon. Don’t start poutin’ on me before I even get to disappoint you with my dancing,” he quips. He brings his face closer to yours before flashing you a toothy smile.

You sigh dramatically before letting him help you into the seat. The gentle “Atta girl,” he gives you pinkens your cheeks. You pray he won’t notice your flushed face when he sits on the driver's side of the car. Every interaction you’ve had with him has kept you tossing and turning at night because of your nervousness.

So many things you wish you could take back and so many ways you wish you could act normal; a never-ending cycle of “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve,” and the thought leaves a small seed of sadness in your stomach.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 15 days

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I seem to always forget you write for other fandoms besides hh and lacky. I'm doing better btw !! My mother was extremely worried, she said I was as hot as a furnace, and made me take a bunch of Tylenol. I love my mom ❤️❤️

I was writing this, to ask if I could get head cannons for the last of us (mostly Joel or Ellie) and how they'd take care of reader with a fever of 102.

(not dating for Ellie, just platonic for here. Like, the reader is closest to a mom she has.)

You can choose to ignore this, I don't mind, lovie ❤️ andddd I'm sending loves of sick love

A/n: I hope you feel better!

•Joel Miller •

Is the first to know you're sick and he is the first to take care of you. With how shit the world is he rather not risk you getting sicker than you already are.

Joel is just happy he's in Jacksonville, he's scared to think what he'd do if you were out alone.

Stays by yours side, refuses to leave your side until he knows you are able to walk around. Joel just hates seeing you so sick, blames himself for you getting the fever. He thinks that he pushed you too hard.

"Do you mind singing for me." Your voice was weak as you gave him a forced smile. You did your best to stifle a cough, your voice rough as Joel lent over brushing a strand curl of your hair out of your face.

"Anythin for you darlin."

This man would really do anything for you, he loves you. You are his world and he is scared something might happen to you if you get more sick.

Will feed you if need be.

• Ellie Williams •

She does her best, panics first. She doesn't really know what to think.

Ellie gets hit with a lot of emotion, she's lost so many people already. She knows how dangerous a fever can be, she saw Joel go through it and it scared her. It scared her because you were like a mother to her and she didn't want to lose you.

Does her best to make sure you're not too cold or to warm.

Bothers the doctor and Joel, she want's updates on your status, on how well you're doing on if you're getting better.

Rushes into the room the moment she finds out that your fever breaks.

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eeunoia · 11 months

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N in an Apocalypse

part two

pairings: kim sunoo x reader

summary: being stuck in an apocalypse made you lose and gain something.

short background: before the outbreak happened, the spread of the infection happened when one of the student went to the science laboratory and got bitten by an infected animal.

THIS SERIES ARE INSPIRED BY THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD.

warnings: blood, violence, mention of abuse and everything about a zombie apocalypse. (let me know if i forgot something)

word count: 8k

important note📎: sorry if the style of my update changed. i’m only using phone from now on, please understand. i will fix it once i get the chance.

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You are still looking at Sunoo’s eyes when both of your heads snapped over to the side when one of your classmates screamed. You saw how his face are now filled with bloods that came from the infected reaching over him through the window.

Your brows raised in worry, but soon eases down when you saw that your classmates came to help him right away. Heeseung told them to stack some tables and chairs to block them from grabbing or pushing in more. You all obliged and do as he say with no words. Sunoo was near you all along, never leaving your side.

Honestly, you’re really thankful for him. This is beyond your expectation. While you are placing the chairs, your eyes caught a cut by one of his hands. You furrowed your brows and quickly reached over him.

“Y-You have a cut.” you stated and glanced at him. Sunoo’s amused at the first time seeing your worried eyes darted at him.

He gulped and felt emotions errupting over his chest. He couldn’t explain the things you are slowly making him feel. He licked his lower lip and can’t even find the words he’s about to say. It was like his brain just short circuited.

“It was cut with the w-window...” his words trailed slower as your hand graced his soft ones. He gulped, mind clouded by the thought of your sudden affection.

“Oh no. We need to clean it.” you said very worried and started roaming your eyes around the room to look for the first aid kit.

Sunoo was about to stop you and assure you that he was fine, but it was too late. You already left and went to get the first aid. He stood there, right where you left him. His eyes followed you silently.

“Found it.” your smile was so bright the moment you took a hold of that small box. You walked back to Sunoo and he can’t help but to smile at you, eyes gazing softly.

“Let me see.” you reached over his arm and leaned closer to see the cut by his hand. It was bleeding and you bet its a bit deep.

You winced a little like as if it was you who will suffer the pain. Sunoo chuckled, “How is it?” he asked.

You glanced at him, “A bit deep. I need to clean this then put some ointment.”

He didn’t even glanced at his cut and kept his stares right at you. He nodded with a small smile before you finally started cleaning his cut to put the ointment in. Through out the whole session, he was just silently watching you carefully cleaning his wound. He have this small smile, admiring you.

“There, finish.” you uttered and even smiled proudly when you saw how you finally put an ointment and something to cover his cut.

Sunoo smiled and finally took glance of what you did, “Wow. Thank you, I feel so much better.” he said sincerely.

You glanced at him and you can’t help but to blush at the sight of him smiling warmly. You stared at him and he did the same thing, none of you talked and just enjoyed that small moment.

“You lost it?! How could you!” both of you turned your heads when you heard someone raising their voice.

The first one you saw was (nk’s y/n) lowering her head and in front of her was (sh’s y/n). She seemed very mad. Sunghoon took action right away and walked closer to stop her. Someone walked pass by you, and you saw that it was Sunoo because he quickly went closer to (nk’s y/n).

You watch how he stood in front of her, protecting her from (sh’s y/n)’s rage. You blinked a couple of times while watching the scene carefully. Something with the way Sunoo acted right away and the way he held (nk’s y/n) makes you feel something bitter.

You knew they were close. Ni-ki and Sunoo are good friends and since they hang out a lot of times, its not surprising that (nk’s y/n) gets to go with them because of Ni-ki. The two of them are always together, anyway. Sunoo and (nk’s y/n) closeness are pretty noticeable by a lot of people that some rumors about them liking each other circulated the whole campus.

For you, it was somehow justifiable. From the way the two of them acts and how Sunoo watches her with smiles over his face just explains a lot of things. You teared your eyes away from the scene and gulped. You tried breathing, filling some oxygen to your lungs. In some reasons, you kind of felt something unexplainable.

You almost hit yourself unconsciously. Not just because Sunoo showed you little kindness, you’ll start to assume things about it. Maybe because the treatment was foreign for you that’s why you can’t help but to put other meaning to it. You forgot that Sunoo was naturally kind. At least now, you are aware.

You looked back at them when you heard (nk’s y/n)’s cries. Your heart aches with her because she just knew Ni-ki was not here with you. Unconsciously, you roamed your eyes around and realized that he is really not here. You are too occupied with Sunoo that failed to notice it.

If it was the old you, you probably the first one to know that he was not here. You watch how Sunoo comforts (nk’s y/n). Like her, he looked so worried and sad after knowing that his friend was not here.

Slowly you started looking around, to observe your surroundings. Heeseung was at the corner, face blank and spacing out. Even with the commotions going on, he seemed to be mentally absent. At the far other corner was Sunghoon together with the still angry (sh’s y/n). He was still saying something to her, but you’re too far to even hear.

Some of your classmates are slowly minding their own businesses. You, too, decided to walk towards an empty chair and sat over it. Things are clearly getting worst and out of hand. Hopefully help will come sooner.

You snapped back to reality when a chair moved beside you and when you glance, Sunoo made (nk’s y/n) sit down beside you. He glanced at you and you were quick to look away.

You pursed your lips and looked at her worriedly. She’s still crying and you completely understand. Or do you?

Your fist balled. It finally dawned unto you that you don’t fully understand what she feels, because to start with you never lost anyone yet. All your life, you were all alone. You have no one beside you.

Yes you might have imagined how would it be having somebody, but that’s it. It was all in your head.

“Hey,” you snapped back to reality when you heard Sunoo’s soft voice as he kneeled in front of (nk’s y/n) so he can see her eyes.

You watch silently. “It will be all right. Ni-ki’s very athletic and he’s smart! I’m sure he’s somewhere safe.” he tried comforting her and reached over her cheeks to wipe off those tears.

You looked away and gulped, feeling that lump between your throat. That's not something you should feel, but you cannot help it. Your whole emotions are a mess right now and they’re the least of your concern in situations like this.

After letting out a sigh, you slowly and carefully reached over (nk’s y/n)’s shoulder, “Sunoo’s right.” you tried saying those two words that almost made you tremble. That was the very first time you tried comforting somebody.

You didn’t even know if you did well, but you saw from your peripheral view that Sunoo glanced at you. When (nk’s y/n) turned and looked at you with her tearful eyes, you almost thought you messed that up. The thought was interrupted when she suddenly hugged you, crying even more.

“I’m scared, Y/n! I don’t want to lose him too.” her voice cracked due to crying, but that’s not what left you in shock.

The fact that she knows your name is what surprised you the most. You blinked a couple of times before you slowly leaned in and gave in to her embrace. It was warm, despite the cold emotions enveloping the two of you. You caress her back then continued muttering comforting words.

Your heart ache with her, but also pounding with so much emotions because of the things you are currently experiencing. All of these are new for you, and none of it is what you’re expecting.

When she managed to calm down, you both are still sat beside each other. None talked after that, and you respect that she doesn’t want to talk about it. You just remained their beside her. Sunoo was with the other boys, roaming the room and checking for something useful.

The silence were broken when one of your classmates suddenly talked.

“Y-Yah (friend’s name)... y-you’re bitten.” they were referring to (jw’s y/n)’s best-friend. You saw her standing near her, tears started to form her eyes.

Your eyes watered as well just by watching a heart breaking scene. Her nose was bleeding, but she still managed to show bright smiles to cheer for you guys. You pursed your lips, trying hard to stop yourself from crying and shedding tears. How come you feel so much pain just by seeing her say her goodbyes? You aren’t even close with her.

You are still watching when you felt (nk’s y/n) hugging you. You can hear her soft sniffles, “J-Just how many more are we going to lose?” she mumbled, only for you to hear.

She was right. It was very cruel. You are just normal students, trying to survive school and then suddenly you’re fighting to survive this outbreak. This isn’t something you are expecting to happen. This things are just seen in movies, you didn’t actually thought this could occur in real life.

The whole room fell silent and the loss were very evident. Jungwon was beside (jw’s y/n) comforting her. She was obviously affected by the loss of someone important for her.

You jolted when you heard another glass being shattered. Those infected that were just outside are not stopping until they can get inside the lab. They’re starting to breakthrough and seriously, its worrying you.

“Its just a matter of time before they managed to get inside.” Sunoo said, while staring seriously at that side of the room.

You glanced at him before you looked back at the awful scene. “You’re right.”

Seems like the other boys noticed that as well, because Sunoo was called by Jungwon to talked about something. The boys started discussing something serious.

“Why, hyung?” Sunoo asked the moment he walked closer to his friends.

“We need to find another place. This one is not safe anymore. Soon, they will break their way in.”Jay said getting straight to the point. There's no time for them to spare.

Just like how Sunoo thought a while ago. It sure is starting to get alarming. Jungwon agreed right away as he nod his head. Then they silently started to think of a way to escape this room. Clearly, they’re in a very complicated spot.

They can’t go outside the doors since its packed and surely even before they can make it out, the whole room will be filled with the infected and they will be a feast for all of them.

All of them thought the same and almost lost hope. It was almost like a dead end for all of them.

“Is there no other way out?”

“None. It's just these two doors and the window.” Sunghoon answered and instantly, all of them looked at the big windows.

Sunoo saw how his friend was staring right at them like as if plotting something inside his head.

“We can try going outside of the window.” Jungwon said after a couple of minutes. Even before Sunoo can react to what the younger one said, he started following him as he walked towards the hose that according to him will serve as their ‘ladders’ to go at the room beneath them.

“Will this be strong enough to hold us?” Jay asked curious and even pulled the hose up to check the length of it.

Sunoo roamed his eyes over his friends as they discuss this seriously. Seems like he’s the only one finding this very odd and extreme. As he watch them silently, he came to realize that there’s no such things as extreme or risky at moments like this. What happening was already something unexplainable so taking big risks should be the preferable choice than get eaten by the infected.

Sunoo planned and helped them came along with things needed for what they’ll do. They searched the whole place, trying to find more things.

On the other hand, your brows furrowed while watching the boys busy themselves. Even if you’re wondering and curious, you can’t make yourself go approach Sunoo and asked him what’s going on.

Thankfully, to feed your curiosity, he came close to you so he can check you and (nk’s y/n).

“What’s going on?” she beats you to asking the question.

Sunoo’s eyes are darted to you so he glanced at her to answer her question, “The room is not safe anymore. We’re moving to a different one.”

Your heart raced at what he said. While you hear (nk’s y/n) complains and rants about it, you silently looked at the side of the room where the infected were. It wasn’t looking too good for you. Obviously, they will surely break in. That would be really dangerous.

“Hey,” you jolted when you felt a hand held you.

You twist your head and looked at Sunoo. “Sorry...” he apologized, but his worried expression remained.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You licked your lips, cheeks burning red because you feel a bit embarrassed for being so jumpy.

“Yeah, sorry.”

He kept his stares for a bit more before he nodded his head. “We’ll be moving rooms.”

“Where are we going? I mean... I’m not seeing any exit.” you stated with a very worried tone.

Sunoo sighed and then pointed at the window. Just in time, you saw how the other boys are throwing the hose outside. Your heart fell just by thinking about going through the window.

“N-No, that’s too dangerous.”

Sunoo licked his lips as he saw panic lured at your eyes. He understands, like you, he was a little hesitant at first as well. It was pretty high and the rope you’ll be using was sketchy.

“It will be all right. You can do it.” he comforts you and held both of your shoulders.

Your eyes teared away from the window and looked over at Sunoo. He leaned down so he can see your eyes perfectly, “I’ll be just here. I’ll look out for you.” his voice sounded too soft for your stomach not to churn.

You gulped and licked your lower lip once, not breaking the eye contact.

“I h-have fear of heights.”

Both of his brows raised, finally understanding the panic in your eyes the moment he mentioned that you’ll get out through the windows. He sighed and stood properly before pulling you towards the closest chair and made you sit.

He sat down and cupped your face then leaned closer. You hitched your breath because of his action, “Just don’t look down and you’ll be good. Okay?”

You sighed and slowly found yourself lost in his comforting beautiful fox-like eyes, they were softly gazing at you. You nodded and a smile appears over his lips.

“That’s my girl. I know you can do it.”

You were spacing out while waiting for your turn to go down the audio-visual room. The first one to go was Sunghoon, to check if its really safe to move there. After a couple of minutes, he shouted that it is safe and that your homeroom teacher is even there.

You are happy to hear about it, but the fact that you still have to go through the window terrifies you. Yes, Sunoo did managed to calm you down, but you can't just make your fear go away that easily. You are still very worried and scared.

A hand held your arm and as you turn to look at the person, it was (nk’s y/n). She smiled at you, “I heard from Sunoo that you’re afraid of heights?”

You nodded and pursed your lips. She nodded once, “I can go first before you so you can see that its totally safe, okay?”

Your stares remain at her and you can’t help but to feel that unfamiliar warmth. Is this how it feels to have people caring for you? It surely feels very heart warming. You cannot explain the joy and other emotions its giving you. All you know is that its something you truly love to feel.

You smiled, eyes becoming slightly teary. “T-Thank you.” you mumbled, shy.

She chuckled and lightly taps you.

“That’s what friends do!” she exclaimed that caught you off-guard.

‘Friend?’ She’s your friend now? You have a friend now?

Even before you can say something, she was called by one of your classmates because its already her turn to go down the rope. She glanced at them and nodded before looking back at you.

“Let’s go, y/n! I’ll wait for you there.” she then smiled and started walking towards them.

You followed shortly and Sunoo stood beside you after he helped her get up to the table. You watch how Jay instructs her carefully, like telling her the things she needs to do. She listens attentively and you silently utter a prayer that she’ll make it down safely.

“(nk’s y/n) very adventurous. That’s only a piece of cake for her.” your head turns at your side and saw how Sunoo was staring down at you, despite talking about (nk’s y/n).

It seems like he was watching you for a while now so you felt a little shy. You don’t know how you look, worrying for her.

“R-Really?”

He nodded, “Ni-ki and her grew up together and both of them are truly fearless.”

You slowly smiled along with him before you glanced back at her who’s now getting ready to go down. Her eyes caught yours and she waved with a smile, “See you there!” she said and you nodded.

When she slowly went down your mind started to go blank as well. “She said we’re friends. I have a friend now.”

Sunoo’s stares remain darted at you. Hearing that from you made him feel things. He felt bad because you really don’t deserve to feel like you have no one. He also feel slightly angry to himself for not noticing you in his class right away. He should’ve not focus on his small circle and tried even more to socialize.

People around him may think that he’s someone very friendly and that he’s the social butterfly, but the truth is he’s someone who likes to keep his circle small. Despite being nice to everyone around him, he doesn’t let them in his circle easily. For Sunoo, he wants those who he trusts the most to be the ones around him everytime. And he really thinks you’ll be one of them from now on.

He sighed and gulped before pushing his doubt beside. He’s afraid to make bold moves, afraid that it’ll scare you off. But he really thinks you deserve a hug.

Carefully, he held your arm and pulled you closer to him. He caged you with a tight warm embrace.

“You won’t be alone from now on.”

You smiled and nuzzle over his chest. After a couple of seconds, you pulled out of the hug and smiled at each other. Soon, you are the one who will go down next.

Sunoo accompanied you and helped you get up to the table. He’s looking at you when you glanced at him. He nodded and gave you an encouraging smile.

“Don’t look down and breath.” he reminds you before Jay took over to assist you.

“Take your time, y/n. Carefully use your other leg to look for the next loop. Sunghoon will be by the other window waiting for you.” he said and you nodded before finally going down.

The moment the cold wind blew towards you, you lost it. Heart raced in uncomfortable phase. It was like you are starting to have difficult time in breathing. You closed your eyes and grunt. You tried taking continuous breathings.

“You’re doing great! Try to reach for the other loop, y/n.” that was Jay.

You don’t know for how long you are staying there, but you are already shedding tears. The feeling of being out the window and just having a rope to support you was extremely terrifying you.

“You got this y/n.” your eyes snapped open when you heard Sunoo’s voice cheering for you.

You raised your head and saw him beside Jay, smiling. “Slowly, okay? Don’t look down!”

You bit your lower lip and nodded before slowly lowering your other leg to reach for the next loop.

“Slowly...” you mumbled.

“That’s it! You got it, y/n!” it was now Sunghoon who’s below you, seeing you finally managed to find the next loop.

You sighed out and after that, the next loops are now easier to find. It still very scary, but experiencing that once made you familiar of the feeling and slowly get yourself used to it.

As you arrived to the last loop, you heard some of them cheering from above and Sunghoon’s arm wrapped over your waist to assist you inside.

“You did great.” he smiled and helped you get down.

You were greeted by a warm hug by (nk’s y/n). “Y/n! You did great!” she compliments you and you can’t help but to smile, despite the tears over your face.

“I was so s-scared.”

She pulls off from the hug, “You’re here now and you did a very good job.”

You thanked her and soon, your homeroom teacher greeted you by a hug as well. She mumbles how she’s very glad to see you fine. Your heart felt warm, having them around you right now. Even if you’re in a very dangerous situation, you feel much better knowing that you aren’t alone.

One by one, your classmates made it to the audio-visual room. When Sunoo arrived, he quickly greeted you with a hug and a smile.

“You did so well.” he didn’t forgot to compliment you.

“You too.”

Both of you pulled off from the hug when you all heard that Jungwon’s in trouble. One of the zombies managed to hold over one of his leg.

“Wait, is that Ni-ki?” you snapped your head over to (nk’s y/n) when you heard Sunghoon said that.

She furrowed her brows and walked closer the window, “Ni-ki?” she asked hopeful.

“Kick it, hyung!” just by hearing that voice, you are certain it is really Ni-ki.

The happiness over (nk’s y/n)’s face when she heard that was unexplainable. She bit her lower lip and held your arm, anticipating for when they will manage to get inside.

“What do you think am I doing?!” Jungwon shouted back, seems like they’re really having a hard time shaking off that one infected student.

“I will jump to you hyung!”

All of your eyes grew big when you heard what he just said. Panicking, some of their friends went near the window. Jay even climbed over, just in case they needed some help.

“Jump? He lost his mind.” Sunoo mumbled and shake his head before approaching too to check if they can do something about it.

But even before they can make an alternative solution, Ni-ki already took the risk of jumping over his Jungwon hyung making everyone scream.

You saw how Sunoo rolled his eyes and let out a sigh before walking back close to you. Your worried eyes remained.

“Are they okay?”

He nodded, “Yes. Don’t worry.”

Soon enough, you really did saw the two of them going inside. (nk’s y/n) rushed her way towards her best friend and cage her in a tight embrace. She was crying hard that made Ni-ki’s playful smirk dissipate.

After that, some of your classmates found a computer. They all went to crowd it while you and (nk’s y/n) decided to sit down at the corner.

“I really thought I would lose him... I was so scared.” she suddenly said and as you finally follow her line of sight, she was looking at Ni-ki.

You pursed your lips. “I’m glad he’s okay too.”

She smiled and glanced at you. “Do you think I should confess to him?”

Your eyes grew big at what she said. You didn’t really expect her to have feelings for Ni-ki since they pretty much are bickering every time and you definitely didn’t expect her to tell that to you so suddenly.

She chuckled, “Is it really not that obvious? Maybe why he have no clue, huh?”

You cleared your throat. “I w-was just surprised.”

“How about you, y/n? Do you like someone?”

She once again caught you off-guard by the sudden attack of question.

“M-Me?” it was a little embarrassing how you’re stuttering just by talking about these things. When you try to remember the people that you watch while talking about the people they like, they don’t get as shy as you are right now.

Maybe because its your first time?

“Yes, you. Do you like someone?” she repeats her question and glanced at you. She was waiting patiently and honestly, its making you really nervous.

“Promise, it will be just between the two of us.” she added.

You gulped and dropped your gazes at your fidgeting fingers. “Sunoo.” you mumbled too softly that she failed to catch it the first time.

“Who?” and she even leaned closer so she can hear it properly.

You sighed and shut your eyes. “Kim Sunoo.”

You didn’t open your eyes just yet and when you fail to hear any reaction from her, you opened your eyes and saw that she have the biggest and brightest teasing smile.

“That’s crazy because I actually think he likes you back!”

Your eyes grew big and cheeks suddenly turned bright red because of what you heard. You shake your head.

“N-No. Impossible. He’s just nice to everyone—”

“Trust me he does! I mean it. Kim Sunoo do—”

“I what?”

Both of you snapped your heads towards the right when suddenly someone talked. Your heart fell when you saw Sunoo looking at the two of you with a confuse and curious face. Seems like he heard his name. Your face turned red as you quickly felt nervous by thinking he just heard what you two was just talking about.

Behind Sunoo follows Ni-ki with a serious face. Feeling intimidated by his gaze you looked away while (nk’s y/n) chuckles cutely.

“Nothing!” she said and when you look at her. Ni-ki was already standing beside her holding her hand, trying to get her attention.

You felt a warm hand reaching over yours and heart thumping fast just by the contact with his skin.

“What is it?” you gulped before slowly trailing your eyes towards Sunoo.

He got this anticipating look on his face.

You bit your lower lip and found yourself drawn over his stares. He didn’t looked away and just enjoyed your moment. So did you. Even with your heart thumping so fast, cold sweats forming over your skin, and mind going blank, you managed to keep your eyes darted at the pretty boy in front of you.

“N-Nothing.” you stuttered.

The corner of his lips lifted before he looked away, finding you adorable. His gaze dropped at his fingers playing with yours. He smiled and sighed.

“Nothing, hmm?” he doesn’t know what to say, because he was starting to get occupied by the thought of you and also the look on your eyes just a while ago. They were alluring... making him feeling a lot of things.

You two eventually changed the topic and talked about some other things. It was just random topics and you enjoyed it. You always wonders how people can stand talking for a long time without running out of things to talk to. But after actually experiencing it, you realized it is possible to talk nonstop. Especially if its with someone you really like.

Your heads snapped over to the side when one of your classmates yelped. You stood in surprise as the boys quickly went to rescue. An infected managed to get himself tangled by the hose you used and tried to grab your classmate. Thankfully, it was soon resolved but it cost the computer.

You thought its finally over, but (sh’s y/n) once again made a commotion saying that Sunghoon got scratched by the infected a while ago. Sunoo furrowed his brows while standing beside you, silently watching.

“You shut up! And if he transforms suddenly you can save all of us?” (sh’s y/n) said, trying to stand her point that he really did got scratched.

Ni-ki and Sunoo sighed heavily, unamused. Clearly, they’re slowly getting tired of the scenes she was consecutively making. You also think it was unnecessary, but at some point you also think that maybe she’s just really scared. Fear can do a lot of things to people.

“Okay! That’s enough!”

Finally, your home room teacher stepped in between and tried to resolve the problem. You can see how offended and upset Sunghoon looked. Jay was standing beside him, mumbling calming words to keep him from taking any more steps towards (sh’s y/n).

“I think she really pushed hyung’s button now.” Sunoo commented and sighed.

You pouted and didn’t say anything. They often fight even before, but this so far is the most extreme one. You never seen Sunghoon looked upset whenever they argue before.

They came up with the solution of letting Sunghoon stay inside the recording room for an hour. Some suggested that thirty minutes will be enough, but he insisted.

While waiting for an hour, you all tried to get some rest. Sunoo stood up and you followed him using your eyes. He went towards where some of your classmates are crowding. Holding one cup over his hand, he tried getting some water.

“Here,”

“Thank you.” and you took a sip from the water he got for you.

You are slowly getting comfortable with the things he’s doing for you. He is truly nice.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” you tried offering your water and he smiled right away.

“I already had water before I gave you, don’t worry.”

You smiled and nodded.

“I don’t want to offend you, but can I just ask something?” he suddenly opens up. You looked at him with raised eyebrows

“Yeah?”

“Are you new to this school?” he asked, he looked nervous for some reason. “I don’t think I see you a lot around the campus so I thought that maybe you’re a transferee?”

You put the cup down and chuckled a little. “We’ve been classmates for three years now.”

His eyes grew big as his mouth gapped open. It made you let out more chuckles. His reaction was really priceless. He looked so surprised, like as if he doesn’t want to believe it himself.

“A-Are you serious?”

You nodded continuously, “Yes.”

He raised one of his hand and covered his mouth, “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

You smiled, “You don’t have to feel sorry. It was always like that.”

He pursed his lips, unable to find the right words to say. He just kept his stares at your eyes, enjoying the moment. Looking at them, you can’t see any pity over them. More like he looked regretful. You’re not sure about what, but he looks like it.

Your head dropped when you felt his warm hands enveloping yours. He carefully lifted your hand and started to caress it slowly. As you lift you head, you met his soft stares.

“I wish I knew you sooner.”

You smiled, “Really? I’m a very boring person.” and you followed it with a chuckle to ease the awkwardness.

“You’re not.” he smiled, “Trust me, you’re not.”

You smiled and nodded. Sunoo scootted closer and made you rest your head over his shoulder as you continue your conversation. Even before you know it, (sh’s y/n) was already getting inside the recording room to say sorry to Sunghoon.

Everyone silently watched.

“You know we used to tease hyung because he’s always too obvious about his feelings for her.” Sunoo said.

With a surprised look, you glanced at him. “Sunghoon likes her?”

Sunoo laughs, “Yeah. Funny, right?”

You chuckled and nodded your head before looking back at the two. After hearing what Sunoo said, seeing him hugging her tightly right now just made sense. That’s why he was always there whenever she was in trouble.

Your homeroom teacher soon said that everyone should get some rest because its been a really long and tiring day. After she said that, you suddenly felt your whole body aching. The exhaustion finally got into you. With all the running and things you did a while ago, its not much a surprise to have every part of you aching.

“Wear this. It’s cold.” you looked at Sunoo’s coat that he took off for you to wear.

“What about you?”

“I’m good. Just take it.”

You nodded and accepted his coat before you silently watch him walk towards by the door. Since its really not safe to just leave the doors unattended, the boys agreed to take turns in guarding them. You salute them. They’re really not responsible to do all of these, but still they choose to look after you. In your opinion, you wouldn’t have got here without them.

While watching Sunoo chat with his friend, your eyes suddenly started to feel more heavy. You’re trying to fight it, but soon enough tiredness took over and you fell asleep.

On the other hand, after almost two hours of guarding the door, Sunoo got replaced with Jay so he tapped his shoulder and headed your way.

A small smile appeared across his face seeing you sleeping peacefully. Carefully, he sat beside you and gently placed your head at his shoulder for a more comfortable position.

“I’ll protect you.” he whispered.

The next day, some of your classmates came up with an idea to go down the faculty room to get a phone to call for help. It happen to be the room down where you guys are currently are.

Your licked your lips, kind of nervous for what they’re thinking of. It’s very dangerous and knowing that it could be full of infected people just makes it even worst.

“Are you sure about this?” your home-room teacher asked, a bit hesitant to let her students go.

“Yes. We need to at least try.” Jungwon said.

You pursed your lips and your teacher was left with no choice, but to let them. They asked who will go with Jungwon and you saw the fear over (nk’s y/n)’s face when she saw her bestfriend raising his hand.

“No, why would you do that?” she whispers towards him.

You watch silently as Ni-ki tries to console her. Sunoo held your arm, “Hey,”

You glanced and pouted, “I feel bad letting you boys do the risky stuff.”

He shakes his head and smiled.

“We’re doing these because we want to protect all of you.” he said, assuring you.

You didn’t say anything else after that and Sunoo was called by Jay. Since they’ll be left here, Jungwon asked them to keep things secure while they’re out to get a phone.

You are silent as you help them gather magazines to wrap towards the two boys. (nk’s y/n) was beside you, very quiet. Only her soft sniffs can be heard.

You reached for her hand and squeezed it a bit, trying to let her know that you’re there for her and that everything’s going to be fine. She smiled, despite the tears over her eyes.

You helped her put magazines over Ni-ki. Both of them are silent, like as if there’s a heavy atmosphere lingering around them. Ni-ki was just watching her carefully while (nk’s y/n) continues to wrap him up.

“I’m going to get some tape.” she said and exits herself as she wipes off the tears on her eyes.

You sighed and resumes on what you are doing.

“y/n, right?” your eyes lifted over to Ni-ki when he said that.

You gave him a short nod.

“Please look after (nk’s y/n) while I’m gone. I heard from her that you two had been pretty close lately.”

You didn’t expect to hear those things. Still a bit caught off-guard, you tried flashing a small smile at him.

“D-Don’t worry. I will.”

He smiled a little. “Thanks.”

After finishing setting them, they both left the audio-visual room through the window. Everyone watches silently, praying that they will be back safe.

You held (nk’s y/n)’s hand. “He will be back.”

She glanced and flashed a small smile. “He better be.”

You have no idea for how long have you been waiting, but the next thing you knew Ni-ki was back alone. He said that a lot of infected were inside the faculty. Something happened that lead Jungwon to go the other way, leaving him to go through the window alone.

You saw the fear, sadness, regrets over Jungwon’s friend’s faces. You walked over Sunoo and held his arm. His head twist towards your direction and your heart almost crack at how sad he looked.

“I s-should’ve volunteered.”

You shut your eyes and slowly pulled him into a hug, “I’m sure he’s alright.” you mumbled too softly just for him to calm down.

The absence of Jungwon sure gave a lot of impact. Everyone was quiet and for almost an hour, nobody talks or dared to open up what just happened.

Not until one of your classmates remembered about the drone they got from the science lab. Hope errupts as they one of them tried to maneuver it outside the room, off to search for Yang Jungwon.

You all watch in silence as some gave directions to where the drone should fly. At first, all you can see are flocks of infected students scattered around the whole building. Some vacant rooms and a whole other mess. You can almost see the disappointment over their faces, but Sunghoon suddenly saw something.

“Isn’t that the baseball bat you gave Jungwon?” he asked and quickly caught everyone’s attention.

The cheers were so loud the moment Jungwon was seen at the screen of your classmate’s phone. Sunoo cheered as he hugs you beside him. You smiled widely and jumped in joy with him. You are so glad he’s okay and even find Jake.

Soon, another plan was made. The next objection was to move to where Jungwon and Jake are then from there, you guys will move to the rooftop. They figured that if help will come, the easiest way that they can pick you up is from there.

“Aren’t they drawn by noise?” Jay asked.

Everybody nodded their heads before he suddenly looked over the recording room.

“Why don’t we use the speaker to lure them in and while they’re busy doing that, we can just run towards the music room.” he said.

Your mouth gapped at how smart he is for actually coming up with such an idea. As expected, all of you agrees and then you started gearing up for the move.

“Are you all set up?” you glanced at Sunoo who came up behind you.

You smiled and nodded your head. “Yes. How about you?” and you roamed your eyes from his head to toe.

“Yeah.”

You nodded and glanced at his eyes.

“Stay near me, okay?”

Letting out a chuckle, you reached over his uniform to slightly fix his collar. “I will. Look out for yourself too. I can handle myself.”

“I will protect you.”

You chuckled and nodded, “I know, but you have to protect yourself too.”

“Alright.”

He held your hand as you all head outside the audiovisual room after successfully luring them over the other side. It was very thrilling and you can almost feel your heart bursting. Sunoo’s hand was holding you tight as he walk in front of you.

It was going well until you made it to the next stairs up to the floor where Jungwon was. One of your classmates bumped into the metal railing a loud sound to errupt, catching the attention of a lot of biters.

When you all glanced at the side, you couldn’t explain the fear you felt the moment you saw how they slowly turn their heads over at your direction one by one.

“Run!” Jay shouted that snapped you back to your senses.

Screaming and panicking, all of you tried running up stairs. Sunoo quickly pulled you and made you go first.

“Both of you go first!” he said and Ni-ki even placed (nk’s y/n) near you as he ready himself to fight the infected running after you.

You nodded and started going upstairs. You screamed and fell over the floor when someone pushed you. Jungwon and Jake went out to come help you.

You grunt and tried getting up, but your feet was stuck at a chair. It needs to be lifted up for you to pull your feet. You tried moving it but it was too heavy for you. Something heavy was preventing the chair to move.

“y/n!” (nk’s y/n) exclaimed and quickly went to help you. She tried lifting the heavy thing, but it didn’t even move.

“Go ahead (nk’s y/n)!”

“No! I won’t leave you here!”

You are starting to shed tears because of fear. Fear of getting her in trouble too. She yelled as she tried to lift it once again. Like you, she’s starting to cry too.

You are about to tell her to leave, but someone pulled her. “Go first. We’ll take care of her.” Ni-ki suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

You turned your head when you felt a hand holding your arm, “Are you okay?” Sunoo’s worried eyes were the first one to greet you. He cupped your face.

“I’m f-fine. I just got stuck.”

Sunoo nodded and looked over Ni-ki. “I can try to lift this hyung. Then you can pull y/n’s feet out.” Ni-ki suggested.

They nodded and even counted. Jay was about to walk pass with (j’s y/n), but noticed the three of you so he helped as well. In no time, they got you out.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he quickly asked. You shake your head and he quickly placed you behind him.

Suddenly, a storm of new infected students came separating you from the others.

“Shit.” he cursed when he noticed that you’re trapped.

A lot of them are blocking you from getting in the music room.

“Hyung!” Jungwon was by the other side fighting off those who keeps on coming their way.

"Go inside, Jungwon! We'll be just fine here." Jay shouted. “Go!” he added that left the younger one with no choice but to go.

You felt Sunoo’s hold over your hand tightened.

“Sunoo try the rooftop!” Jay shouted and he agreed right away.

He started pulling you and you helped him move the chairs that were blocking the way. These should be moved because later, they will follow you guys.

Sunoo was the first one to get inside to check if there are some infected students. As expected, it was vacant. He let you in first and asked you to wait as he tries to go help the others.

“Please be careful!”

You are worriedly eyeing the door of the rooftop, waiting for Sunoo. You jolted from time to time when you hear thudding sounds from outside.

“S-Sunoo?” you calls out, but there was no response.

You took a step towards the door and contemplating whether to open it or just wait.

You screamed when it suddenly opened, revealing Sunoo. He have a lot of new fresh blood over his uniform. There was no one else behind him.

“They went the other way. I c-couldn’t—” you didn’t even let him finish and you quickly run towards him to give him a hug.

“I thought I lost you!”

He was taken aback for a while before he slowly bury his face at the crook of your neck, “I’m here...” he said in a comforting voice as he tries to calm you down because you are crying.

“Shh, I’m here now baby.” and he placed a soft short kiss at the side of your head.

“Are you cold?” he asks. You slowly shakes your head, but he still moved closer and fixed his coat over you.

“When do you think are they going to arrive?” you ask.

“Sooner. We need to prepare for them.” he said.

You nodded. The two of you then moved the chairs out from the way of the rooftop for your classmate to have more room when they arrive. While fixing the chairs, you suddenly stopped after hearing this loud noise coming from downstairs.

“Is that..?” you looked over Sunoo who was stoned at his position as well.

“They’ll be here soon. Wait at the corner, baby.” he said and went near the door to wait. He will open it for them.

You did as you told and worriedly watch him. Soon enough, you heard them coming and the first one to enter was (nk’s y/n).

She quickly run towards you when she saw you and caged you in embrace. “Y/n!”

“(nk’s y/n)!”

You two are busy hugging each other when suddenly, Jungwon and Sunghoon arrived as well. Just then, you all realized that (sh’s y/n) was not there and (random name) was the one who did it.

You bit your lower lip, feeling bad about what happened.

“I can’t believe she really did that.” (nk’s y/n) said in a sad tone.

Ni-ki and Sunoo went and tried to stop Sunghoon from going after her, but it was too late.

“If something happen to Sunghoon hyung too, its your fault.” Ni-ki said towards (random name) as he walks pass her.

You saw horror and guilt on her face with tears shedding.

You sighed and looked over Sunoo to give him a hug. He returned it and placed a soft kiss at your head. “Do you think help will come?”

“They will.” he assured you.

You nodded and smiled. After an hour, you all stood up as you heard a helicopter from a distance. Everyone cheered as you all waved your hands, happy to see them. Finally, you’ll be saved now.

Someone held your hand and it was Sunoo. You smiled, tears already forming at the side of your eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you said, leaning closer so he can hear you.

He smiled, “I will always take care of you from now on.”

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Taglists Update

Hi guys just a few house keeping bits to put out there in regards to my blog!

Taglists:

Taglists are getting insane and that is really cool that there are so many people who want to read my work - thanks to everyone who is signing up, or taking the time to read!

However I have a bunch of names on there for people who I can't see interacting but I am having to tag every single time, I don't know if these are people not using tumblr anymore or their attentions shifted (which is fine btw) I am not talking one or two people here, I am talking a whole bunch, and then think of that for each character I am writing for, it is very time consuming and takes me way from the writing.

To streamline the process and to save me from losing my mind tagging people who aren't interested or using Tumblr I am doing some house keeping on my Taglists for each character. If I haven't seen you interact with the last few posts on the taglists I will be removing your name from it. If you think you have been removed unfairly feel free to pop into my dms for a chat, it's not a problem to pop you back on.

Also if you aren't planning on interacting (likeing, reblogging, commenting) DO NOT add yourself to the taglist. I work really hard on all of my pieces, if you can't do me the courtsey of giving me a thumbs up to say you enjoy it, then don't bother adding yourself to the taglist. As I've said above, it takes ages to add tags to some of my posts, I won't waste my time on people who aren't reciprocating.

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HI I just happened to have stumbled upon your account and got very excited to see someone talking about the story for this HSR update because I’m still processing!! I know you’ve mainly been talking about Aventurine (understandably so), but I’d love to know your thoughts on the conversation between him and Acheron. Idk something about that scene really stuck to me through everything. I think it reveals so much about each of them as individuals and even their relationship? But yea how did you see it and what are your thoughts and

i loved it! like i said, i really, really, really enjoyed the way she shunned the nihility despite her position as an emanator. that was thematically perfect. she's a "raiden mei" who lost her "kiana" (and subsequently, her home, her planet, and everything she knew). she has been engulfed by despair, plagued by loss on an unimaginable scale. it would be so easy for her to drown in the nihility - to lose herself in the pointlessness and unfairness of it all... but she doesn't. she actively chooses to value life and individual choices. when aventurine starts talking about the nihility enveloping everyone and always being There, she tells him it's pointless. "it" not as in life, but as in the nihility itself.

and she's right! if it's always there, then what's the point in paying it any mind? that energy is better put into cherishing the time you do have to be alive. life matters because it always comes to an end. like, remember the xianzhou? yeah.

everything she had to say about endings and death is basically my own perspective on the matter. so that was really gratifying ^^ it's not a perspective i often see explored to the extent hsr did, because like i've said before... many stories are afraid to go prodding at the idea of death. many people are terrified of it. but like... why bother with that? it's there, it will happen to all of us, that's fine, i don't mind, i'm not going to despair over it. because the journey and the memories we make along the way are what matters

(good old red text blending in badly with this alternate color palette of hers... "And because of this, the 'end' will thus reveal a completely different meaning.")

she really was the perfect person to convey this. not just because of the subversion of the entire philosophy of nihilism - i think aventurine needed to hear it all. from her specifically. hard to keep arguing that life is pointless because it always ends in death when an emanator of nihility tells you that's not true. he hasn't valued his own life since... well . ever, it seems. even in his childhood he was ready to gamble it all away (the flashback where he risks his life to retrieve his sister's necklace)

his current gamble isn't over yet. he managed to stay one step ahead of sunday and provoked acheron into attacking him and getting him to this "other side" of the memory zone/dreamscape. but now he has to get out - and from what i understand, this is the part where all those official deaths on penacony's record happened. it wasn't them being "killed" in the dreamscape; it was their attempt to leave this "other side." if he can do it, i think he'll come out with a new appreciation for his life and a new sense of peace - and perhaps some freedom from the IPC, finally. the other stonehearts seem to think he's actually dead, right? here's his chance to slip free. which is the real reason why he went this far in the first place, btw :)

#aughhhhhhhhhhhhthis game #i hope aventurine gets the chance to see acheron at least one more time...#i think being friends and seeing each other regularly might be off the table for them both #but that doesn't make the bond they managed to form any less powerful #i just want them to know the other got out of the penacony death maze safely #mailbox

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whole-circus · 9 months

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やあやあやあ！！！元気ですか？

良かったら何かリクエストしたかったのでとにかく--!

could I request any of the creepypastas with a ftm reader who’s basically like urumi akamaki from alice in borderland please? this can be seen as platonic or romantic btw :)

ありがとうございました！

素晴らしい一日をお過ごしください!

Nina the Killer and Eyeless Jack with ftm Urumi Akamari like reader!

➥ Hi hello!! Im actually pretty fine, comparing to other days lolol. Hope you are fine too!! Ohh i remeber my huge AiB phase lol. Anyways here you go dove!!! If you wanna someone specific too then feel free to inform me, I will always gladly update!! :) Ah im so so so sorry that you waited so long :((

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Nina the Killer

You and Nina are definitely pretty similar in some aspects - even if its hard to believe! Nina tend to be pretty..well pretty crazy and insane, so its not like you will be freaked out by her..! From the killing part to some stupid ideas (for real, every adult who would see what she wanna do would clutched one's head in disbelief). Sooo, I guess she would need someone like you! With your tendency to be total control freak, you can easly make most of decision for her and Nina would even thank you! Also she isnt scared to take any risk, as i said earlier - Nina is a bit of adrenaline junkie!! Your a bit distant and mysterious mask would be the perfect balance to Nina, who is really out-going and a huge chatterbox!! And your fake persona will perfectly match hers!

When it comes to you being trans, she is such a huge sweetheart i swear!! Well, by accepting and not treating you any diffrent she isnt doing anything super special - its just the bare minimum! But Nina is always ready to soothe you if you feelin dysphoric - she tries talk to you and she never ignore your feeling, all you say and do is valid! Be ready for lots of complements - she means every single one of them! You are the coolest boy she had ever met, how could she not like you??

Eyeless Jack

Okay, Jack just loves smart people!! Is all into brain > body thing, so you are perfect! He is an intelectual person (demon, im sick), and appreciates these things in people. With you, being all two-sided and often using manipulation in order to get what you want - man, you are just his type of person i swear!! He enjoyes psychological games, and will gladly team with you against someone..you guys will be partner in crimes 100%! Enjoys that you are such a mysterious person, and no one can see through your sweet and cute persona, you have so much power! Would like to see what you are really like, he can guess that there is so much more in you. Yet, i think that Jacks personality makes him easy to get along with, and you kinda seem similar in some aspects. Jack also isnt scared to take a risk, becasue well..its not like he has anything to lose. But he got the right spirit!

Jack absolutey wouldnt mind if you are trans or not - you are still this handsome boy he liked and nothing will change that! He literally would eat kidneys from people that were trasnphobic (thats all what they good at i guess). He is the first one to be always by your side and reassure you how many times you need it if you feel dysphoric. Would also try to help you the best he can, trying to find you some healthy ways in order to make you feel at least slightly better. Jack is also patient, and wont be mad if you yell at him or be mean during your bad days - he gets how hard it can be for you, and wants to be your safe place!

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#nina the killer #nina the killer x reader #ej #ej x reader #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #horror #headcanon #crp #fandom #creepypasta fandom #wholecircus #requests #creepypasta hcs #urumi aramaki #alice in borderland

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gold-rhine · 7 months

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Hsr update was a thing that happened... I'm just wondering what is HAPPENING with the writing?? Like it was never good imo but they know how to write in a few companion quests. Like belebog are y'all okay?? I've unistalled the game temporarily so I can have space for my other games but am wondering if I should even bother going back (I probably will for Like a character design I like or for nanook or yaoshi or xipe) the story just keeps getting more confusing in terms of direction. Like what are they trying to show here? Even the game play can't keep my attention long.

Anywhoo I think this can all be fixed if they just give the people what they want

Nanook

right???? like idk whats happening on luofu bc they don't tell you shit and i'm not piecing together drama from expedition clues, thank you very much.

but for belobog its like. hsr spoilers btw. first we gonna lie to ppl that the tyrant that segregated half of them in underground mines without ever letting them see the sun and sent the other half to senseless wars with monsters is a hero actually. so they don't lose hope and bronya gets to conveniently step into position of tyrant herself, which everyone is like yeah she's the best option, shes so great!

then space amazon shows up and demands that they own the entire planet to cover 700 yold debt. they promise to solve ecological catastrophe, but everyone is gonna be amazon slave now. which ok, i can believe space amazon is this scummy, sure. but then instead of fighting it, instead of finding out precisely whats gonna happen to people, asking success rate, which methods are gonna be used, you know, asking ANYTHING. bronya reads letter from amazon union breaker executive whos like "my planet was bad too, and then we were sold to amazon and everything is a-okay now, so amazon's slavery is good actually:) you should trust me:)"

bronya is like hhm she sounds trustworthy:) then she asks opinion of like. 10 ppl. and is ready to sign ALL OF HER PLANET TO AMAZON SLAVERY

then himeko shows up like hey so i googled it, and amazon terraforming only succeeds in 60% of cases, otherwise you guys might die. bronya is like wow no slavery then >:\

and then she wins over amazon executive corporat by showing like. the giant engine first tyrant ordered to make. and union breaker, who btw took control of all robots and already sent them against local military AND fought main character directly, is like oh wow! your planet has strong leaders which my planet didn't, so your planet can stay free :)

like... the implications... bc "strong leaders" are literal tyrants... who, again, locked half of ppl into underground mines... and last tyrant was ready to destroy the whole planet... that these tyrants are the reason belobog is special from "weak" planets who can't survive by themselves and need to be owned by amazon... like what the actual fuck hoyo

oh and then we're supposed to feel sorry for amazon corporat bc she got demoted one rank :( boohoo i hope she gets shot, like?? are you kidding me??

its like if nahida didn't took akasha down, and instead dottorre demanded she has to let him use all the power of akasha and energy from sumeru's ppl minds as payment for akademiya debts. and she convinced him not to with power of friendship (but she kept exploiting ppl's dreams with akasha). and then we see a scene where dotorre is reprimanded by tsaritsa and we're supposed to be sad for him. like lol. lmao even.

also, i think plot expects me to fight nanook in the end. which like. no. i hope yall are getting crushed by his giant gold titties.

#rhine talks

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slowee00 · 3 months

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THOUGHTS (not proofread)

Been over a month since I updated ‘System X’. College isn’t easy but I’ve been getting second thoughts about this story. I was thinking disconnecting this series/story after losing motivation to continue. When uploading my story in the beginning and seeing the lack of support for it, chopped my inspiration for this story in half.

After a while and taking a break I realized that this story is more than views and likes. I uploaded because I want to and I enjoy it. I shouldn’t write because of the views, but because of creativity. As fanfic writers we should start thinking less about the view and like count and just focus on why we’re writing or pasting 1000+ words onto an app. We want to express our thick creative minds and why not share it with some other people?

I’ve reflected and now I want to update and continue this story not because I need but because I want to.

Thanks for the people reading my book up to date… you mean a lot to me. Sorry for the wait for the next Act or maybe no one is waiting for the next chapter, so whateves..? But there could be one person… Even when someone asks me to add themselves on the Taglist, comments or likes, shows your support to a small writer sitting in the corner of tumblr.

So don’t leave us in the dark like, share, repost- do what you like beacause small actions means a lot to the writer. 💗

ACT 3 is coming soon, just give me time…. Btw next Act will focus on interacting with the others so I'm down for some scenario ideas... 👀

Taglist (don’t be shy)

@yayaistime @mermaid17venus @yeodeulz @idfkeddieishot @yoongi-tunes @chocolate-scoups

#ateez #ateez x reader #marvel universe #system x slooore #ateez au #ateez mingi #ateez san #system x #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #fiction #supporting writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #slooore #slowee00

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pebiejeebies · 6 months

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This is cancelled sorry

Update on my new object show!! BLISS!!

BLISS: Beware *whats* Lurking Inside *this* Sweet Sanctum (Object show name :3c)

Tw: mentions of mental abuse, full caps, curse words, eyestrain

So basically, the story is about a host (Semi colon) who has tried to get contestants to join her show, but NOBODY cared! So she slowly lost her sanity (haha reminds me of someone.. uhm.. not me..) and thought, “Hey?! What if I just.. MANIPULATE THEM into joining my show by saying ‘Oh look! Cool thingy that cares for objects health blah blah, then BAM! OBJECT SHOW!!” Because in Semi colon’s world, nobody talks about their health, so if there was some sort of free therapy for the inhabitants, they won’t say no! (I know, it’s stupid-)

This is generally a sort of dark humor show (if it wasn’t obvious), about (idk yet) number of “patients” will fall for the trick, thinking they were going for some sort of offline group therapy sessions, to be met with a lame object show that slowly makes them turn on EACHOTHER!! (Yayy another unoriginal show!!! *sobbing*)

And of course, Semi colon.. is going to make sure, they play in her show this time! Not make everyone forfeit before the show starts!!

(Visual reference is going to be hidden for now, I just need to see if anyone is actually interested in this shit lmao!!)

Of course, “we” (as in me for now) will make a separate blog that me, and said team that want to help with this, we will post our beautiful comic type object show, on tumblr!! With extra details like polls and asks!!

I have very big plans, if we all have what we need, this will work out!!

These are all the roles:

Artist(s) Answers: none - (a person or two, three or four, who will draw/answer most of the asks on the blog!)

Storyboarder(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will storyboard my words into action for the comic artists!)

Background artist: none - (a person who will draw backgrounds for the show with full credit!)

Character Model/Prop artist: none - (a person who will draw the models so that the comic artists could use for the show with full credit!)

Comic artist(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will make the characters walk, talk, and interact with eachother by making the storyboards into action!)

Character Lore Keeper(s): none - (a person or two, three or four, who will collect all the details for all the characters and keep them safe and private, unless I ask you to post about it)

Co-Host: none - (a person who will take care of all the roles above, and keep everything in its place, while solving the problems that the host couldn’t fix, and a lot more.. btw I’m still going to make some sort of test for this, but tell me if ur interested anyways, )

Host: @pebiejeebies - (me)

and dw, I will give everyone their full credit on the blog! I’ll never steal your work and call it mine <3 (do tell if I’m forgetting an important role too!)

(Keep in mind, I’d like at least two or three artists that are willing to answer the asks! They could go with the flow in the answering section, from scribbles to very detailed and colorful art, this is basically fun for the viewers so they don’t feel useless! The asks will be either about a question for a certain character, or just a curious/normal question!)

What’s the prize? Freedom!! Imagine being forced into an object show, on a very small and limited island, every day losing a part of your sanity with OTHER contestants that are ALREADY are losing their sanity!!! THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY FUN!! (crazy? I was crazy once—)

Anyway, that’s about it for the show atm, I still don’t know how many contestants, or who is willing to help me with what exactly or be my co-host incase anything happens to me.

but for now, I need to know if anyone actually is interested in this!

Do I make the blog?

@bliss-object-show (will be its name, don’t be a bitch and steal it..)

(tagging: @woodrocko, @sillyosclover, @smoken-bagel, @trashbins-stuff, @yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters)

because you offered to help me, so yeah, if you like this, dm me what role you want, with an example or two, the more examples, the more likely I’ll choose you!/nf

You can basically show me any scraps of old art, or make new ones, anything will work! But do keep in mind.. I have the complete right to say no.. so even if I hate hurting somebody’s feelings, I will not say yes if I don’t like it.. okay? Okay

I hope you had fun reading this! Tell me what you think, be completely honest (I love hearing other opinions, so don’t worry about sharing a new idea or a recommendation, etc!)

Bye bye!

#object show #new object show #osc #blissos #bliss object show #bliss os #object show community #os #object shows #bliss #help wanted #help needed #help

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mesanthropi · 6 months

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hihihi moots as svt memes go!

i feel like i know you from somewhere, anon 👁️👁️ but i have a shit ton of those so LET'S GO. I'M DOING THIS FOR ALL MY MUTUALS (memes under the readmore)

@wheeboo still can't believe we're moots. anyway, i literally just clicked on this one solely for the captions, but i guess i just gravitated to seungkwan naturally. we're all shocked by capitalism, but ate rani would be the most shocked by it. (she'd hate gas prices here in the ph)

@weird-bookworm these are all gonna be gose pictures, huh? /j this was literally her with me earlier this afternoon. like i was all "should i let the intrusive thoughts win", she came into the replies, then on discord HAHAHAHAH im so sorry you have to deal with my nonsense, but i am stuck with you like oxygen to blood cells.

@3ninth ok not a kpop mutual, but i don't have many mutuals so ya'll are here now no matter what fandom you come from 👉👉 homie is my fellow discord mod. miss her sm fr, hopefully she's back when the owner pops back in from school activities!! if you see this, paula, hope ur having a great time. if not, tell us who we need to beat up

@fairyhaos ATE YENAAAA <33 ok so as an alternative, there's [this], but! primarily, she's giving. this specific mingyu pic. this was defo them during the shua dating rumors and i don't blame her, BUT ALSO. I FEEL LIKE THIS IS ALSO A THING WHENEVER AN ILLEGAL REQ POPS INTO THE ASK BOX. WHEN ARE WE GETTINBG AN UPDATE ON THE COUNT /JJJ

@kyeomyun she's the homie frfr actually. jadaders would tbh go "that's unfortunate" with the biggest smile on her face if there's any minor inconvenience that happens to either you or her. it's either in a way where girlie is fr amused by your misfortune, or this is a call for help. she's going thru it @ school so hopefully she gets a break soon ^^

@i-luvsang just for you, i'm getting an atz meme (and also bc its their 5th debut anniv <3). feel like marimoon would get the nearest stuffed animal in a shop, call for me, and do this with the blankest face they can manage. i'd lose my mind ofc i laugh at everything but especially shit like this. it's deadpan humor, i swear

@hannyoontify KIKIEEEEEEE <333 DO YOU LOVE ME /LYR /J anyway, kie!! my homie kie, we miss you here at residencia misantropia. moving on, we have this lovely jeonghan screenshot from a knowing bros episode. feel like this is their mood sometimes. hopefully you're taking care of yourself, man! when you come back, we're here with open arms fr ong!!

@joshuahonggf JIAAAA we don't talk much but i adore her sm. [img text's rough tr: i know you're getting nervous about tomorrow, sis] we'd probably be the type of homies who'd spam e/o on discord about a project we're grouped up in. or an exam. or a performance, one or the other. but we end up doing great anyway B))) we're cool like that

@haowrld HI PRE 👉👉👉 abnother filo buddy of mine hehehe. wishing u luck on ur fic btw! i assign to you this woozi screenshot. because sometimes, we get those moments of having zero thoughts in our head. this is also at every writer ever, we're good at imnagining shit but actually writing it is either the hardest thing ever or it comes naturally. goodluckies!!

@wqnwoos HANA WHO CAME BACK BECAUSE ANON CALLED THEM POOKIE 👉👉👉 /jjj but seriously, hana was one of the ppl i first followed after i discovered svt fics on tumblr. she's one of the firsy writer si followed!! but considerinh the fact that she used my iwn salt shaker threat against me, this is what they'd send me i think. idk. its lke 1:21 am im getting sillier with these

@mach1nat1on YOU. ASSHOLE. TRAUMATIZER. IMN GIVING YOU THIS BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I FEEL SOMETIMES WHENEVER YOU DO SOME SHIY IN THE PRIVATE SERVER. YOU HURT MY BBGS YOU HURT ME!! DID YOU KNOW THAT!?!?!??! NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW 🗣️🗣️ but i also love u dw i forgive u everytime and i support your righst and your wromgs. just know that we are forever in a love/hate relationship

@lumasahina im gonna sc this and send this to our priv server but!! hey dude <3 traumatizer numero uno right beside mac and holls. this is you wnheever i manage to put lore into my silly little writings and my silly little characters. and for the record, just so you know, i feel the same way sometimes. i love how you do lore tho! it's always so well-done n they flow well hehe

@holland (not @ing for other reasons) my HOMIE OF ALL HOPMIES, MY POOKIECAKES MY POOKUMS SNOOKUMS <3 sorry abt that those were rge demons. the voices. anyway! here's your assigned meme. skz just for you. i'd take pics of you like this. those 0.5 angles on iphone, then use them as reaction pics or emojis in our server. but i would also cherish these pictures bc they're you and you r my resident "across the world homie for years". stay safe, drink water, and i hope to finish ur req soon aughhhh

holy shit its like 1:53am now wtf

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eisforeidolon · 8 months

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Okay but this was totally my ask. Lol.

You expressed the issue so well. The only thing I’d like to point out is that this reactor is watching for the first time, not rewatching the series, so they don’t know how it ends yet.

Anyway, your points about symbolism and how they could have multiple meanings are great. And the fact that extreme shippers only find significance in the things that support their ship or head canon, or only interpret things in a way that will end where they want the story to go, is so frustrating.

Recent example: Sam and Dean are talking about Eileen. And Dean is encouraging Sam to go for a relationship with her, if not a family which they both suggest they don’t want during the convo, and Dean says, “She gets us. She gets the life.”

In response to this convo I see shippers saying things like, Dean is encouraging Sam to have a family (which he just said he didn’t want), to move on without him. This shows Dean is letting go of Sam (so he can move on with Castiel, naturally 🙄). I’m sorry, but what in the history of the show tells us that Dean would want Sam to move on without him (if Dean is still alive)? In this conversation they both literally rule out having a (traditional) family. And Dean says, “she understands us.” Us, being the unit that is Sam and Dean because they are a package deal. Then, Dean adds that she understands “the life.” Someone could interpret that Dean just means that she understands hunters, but then why say she understands “us” first. Dean, who calls a break “we time” does not want Sam away from him, rather he thinks Sam could add her in to they dynamic because she is a hunter (gets the life) and already sees what Sam and Dean are like (us). This in no way translates to Dean letting Sam go, so he can run off with Cas (who he sees as a less vital than Sam brother and who he’s currently mad at, btw).

So, yes, I’m doing some interpreting here myself, but mine aligns with what the show has showed us about these characters for 14 years, whereas hellers see Dean giving Sam his blessing to have a relationship (not a normal brother thing, btw), and think this means Dean is ready to move on from Sam and stop hunting. So much extra meaning is piled on that was not actually stated, and that is not supported by past actions.

It’s insane to me.

Anyway, sorry for the rant, but it’s just so good to see people who still have logic and can apply that when interpreting a show, text, moment or symbol.

And, it’s not the fact that they ship destiel that bugs me, but the fact that they spend do much time trying to prove it, and losing their minds over the most innocuous interactions, that they can’t see the forest for the trees. Then they get mad when they don’t get what they head-canoned.

It was a great ask! I didn't directly reblog because I felt like I was going on a bit too much of a long-ass tangent. I will totally be waiting for that update about how the watching reactor (and yeah, totally my bad on saying rewatch when obviously if they don't know the ending it's a first watch, whoops). Because if it makes you a bad person to want to bask in their well-earned completely unreasonable disappointment, whelp, I'm one, too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But yeah, I'm with you, I don't care if people ship things I don't like. I don't even really care when people come up with what I think is bad meta - though I do like to pick it apart on occasion or read someone else's thorough dismantling. No, the thing that really completely baffles me is how those extreme shippers' mindset leaps from "this is a thing I would really like to happen" to "this thing must be meant to happen (because I want it)". To the point where they seem to become genuinely blind to anything that doesn't support the conclusion they have decided literally everything must lead to. (Except in the even worse cases where they aren't blind but angrily venomous instead.)

Like your example above about Dean, Sam, and Eileen - never mind every single tangled up bit of Dean and Sam's relationship in the show to that point and beyond, never mind his actual words continuing to talk about them as an us. Dean is totally telling Sam to leave him for Eileen so he can go be with Cas, that's the only thing it could mean. Another is that scene where Dean's in the confessional booth in season ten. Never mind the pretext where he's trying to draw a spirit's attention making the earnestness of the entire thing questionable, never mind how he thinks he's under a death sentence with the MoC, never mind Dean and Castiel's actual canon relationship, never mind how entirely shitty and restricted his entire life has been - those shippers can't think of a single possible thing Dean Winchester might feel like he's missed out other than boning Castiel. Just ... imagine watching the Winchesters' lives and actually thinking that's literally the only thing it could be. There are a million more random moments like that where they build a clue out of very very pointedly ignoring everything but what they want a scene to mean. Then they try to insist because they have so many, all those interpretations are valid and it must be intended! But the consistent element isn't a storyline, it's their own refusal to consider that any other possibility exists over and over and over again.

Genre, themes, actual explicit narrative, alternate interpretations, creator statements - if it isn't in service of the ship? It either magically doesn't matter, will change SOON, or is some kind of enemy action that should be righteously fought against. As if because they've invested their time and energy into sort of following the story, its creators now owe it to them to do what they want. I legitimately don't get it at all. The massive blind spots or the massive entitlement.

#askboxery #anonymous #destiew #destihellers

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