#(ish. I’ll tag it tho.)

[not-the-tie-youre-looking-for]

“i can’t wait to see eli vanto in TotE” “i hope the crew of the chimera gets a cameo” “faro would be so cool to see”

no please i beg you please filoni do not TOUCH THESE GUYS bro will retcon every last one of them the first chance he gets. watch this absolute lunatic retcon the entire thrawn trilogy

[gloamvonhrym]

forbidden magic

[kiwisandpearls]

also, while I’m on the whole fiasco on genshin’s voice actors, it feels so weird to finally conclude that the whole thing with genshin’s vas the strike might actually be the thing to make me drop the game.

I have endured a lot genshin’s…other controversies and have still decided to stick with them mostly just to see what characters they introduce and where the story will go…but seeing all this news of characters going unvoiced, voice actors getting replaced, and the increasing frustration of not being able to have a clear good idea of what’s going on behind the scenes; it’s been sucking my joy of wanting to see where genshin impact goes out of me and I’ve genuinely been considering dropping the game, at least until everyone gets there shit together.

[closetedgtaccount]

G/t Literature Megathread!

Hi! I've been a lurker in the G/t community here on Tumblr since around 2011-ish? I'm addicted to G/t literature, and I hoard it like crazy. I wanted to share this for anyone looking for something to read, or if they're new to the community. Feel free to reblog with any recommendations, or even to just promote your own stuff, because I'd love to read more!

EDIT: I've been reading a lot more G/t stuff lately, so I'll just keep updating this post! Make sure to support the creators!

cewilson5 on Deviantart

https://www.deviantart.com/cewilson5/gallery

Honestly, I've been meaning to make a post about this author for a while but I kept getting distracted reading their stuff lol. I can't decide on a single work from them to highlight, so I'll post the link to their Deviantart account above! I probably love their Take Me Home series the most, probably because it was some of the first G/t writing I found as a kid. Most of their stuff is M/f too if that matters to ya. Give them plenty of support, and if cewilson has a tumblr please let me know and I'll tag you properly!

Borrowed Courage @rosella35

Wall Potato and Chaotic Axolotl

Found this on my feed a few days ago, and it's a really cute fic! It's a setting where borrowers get discovered by humanity and have to integrate. The plot centers around two kids; one a borrower who takes drugs to pose as a human, and a human who is the daughter of a (former) borrower exterminator. It's very well written and has a good balance of angst and fluff. Make sure to support the author!

@chirpymoth (Maverynthia)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50169709/chapters/126703192

Human finds a borrower and is completely unfazed, meanwhile the borrower has gigantophobia. Deals with a complicated relationship where Evik, the borrower, has to learn how to interact with his human friend without triggering traumatic memories.

Unstuck Together (@sizebrained)

A cute romance story between two pairs of human/borrower siblings! Lots of great fluff in this. I made sure to put it at the top because it doesn't get nearly as much attention as it should.

A Fraction of Justice (@ratcatcher0325)

Smal wannabe lawyer is (understandably) very angry at the world that treats him like an animal. Lots of amazing hurt/comfort in this, and the relationship between Alexander and Natalie is really sweet! Probably one of my favorite G/t stories out there!

The Walls Won't be There Forever / Cold Weather (@clumsiestgiantess)

I just linked to clumsiest's writing masterpost here, since I love most of their work! "The Walls Won't be There Forever" and "Cold Weather" are definitely some of my favs tho, since I probably have a preference for G/t angst lol.

Online Dating Can Be Hard (@duckit7)

I love Cam and Kate! There's roughly equal amounts of fluff and angst in this story, and I eat it up. Really like the worldbuilding too; it's a modern setting where smallfolk (Parvuses) are supposed to be treated equally to humans, but has a lot of the roadblocks you would expect. I feel like not enough stories use this kind of setting, which is a shame because it's prime for angst! As a heads up, this story is split up across Duckit's Tumblr and AO3; both of which are included in the link above!

One Shot (@narrans)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39455319

An amazing collection of G/t stories by Narrans! A lot of these stories contain some good angst, and Narrans is a great writer! I'd also recommend checking out their other series as well, such as A Tall and Small Collection. They also provide audiobook style readings of their works on their youtube channel (linked above), which has been very helpful for me when I'm at work or on walks!

[mscherub]

I know I said only time will tell but hear me out…

Deuce, Jade, Silver, Rook, and Malleus with a short and sweet reader but whenever they’re mad/determined it’s like a 180? Romantic please :3

(Btw the photos you took came out awesome, I love them! Been dining like a king since they’ve dropped)

Reader’s just peachy and affectionate any day but once they’re mad/irritated they’re silent, if looks could kill they’d be dead two times over.

Holding grudges where sometimes it gets to a point the guys need a bribe (like a drink, snack, ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴋɪssᴇs) to get reader so stop the silent treatment or (ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ) pouty face ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ

🌒 stopping by because this idea hit me earlier and I needed to share it, as always take care and don’t dehydrate yourself to the point of become a raisin >:((

A/N: wassupppp 🌒, I believe this is the first time I’ve gotten something done kinda on schedule. I’m getting better guys…🥲

Also I’m just doing fics cause…bulleted headcanon list doesn’t wanna form in my brain rn…

ANYWAYS LETS GET IT GOING

Reader is gender neutral and is referred to as Y/N, Prefect, and Mon Trickster (Rook)

Characters: Deuce, Jade, Rook, Malleus, Silver

Tags: Sweet then scary…lowkey me tho. Intended established relationship, but not mentioned

Warnings:

Swearing

Jade Leech

Rook Hunt

Probs spelling mistakes (LIKE ALWAYS)

(Yes they’re considered warnings <3)

“Hey…Y/N— oh.” Deuce pauses and regrets walking into ramshackle to see you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest, staring blankly at him, but it’s laced with malevolent intent and Deuce knows he’s done something, something he’s going to have to own up to…but he doesn’t know what.

Double checking what he did:

All he did this week was go to track practice after school…then he’d walk back to the mirror chambers with Jack…nothing bad, right? His grades are good. Good-ish. He shakes his head.

“Are you ok?” He mumbles out. It’s a weak attempt to make a connection, but he doesn’t really have any other option.

Your eyes bore into his, a drop of sweat already forming and running down his temple. He practically shrinks under your gaze, looking away and twiddling with his thumbs as he waits for an answer— if he’ll get one.

“I don’t know, Deuce. Am I?”

Yep. Ok. He did something. That cold and dismissive tone says it all.

“Uhhh…hah…I could…help you out if you’d tell me what’s wrong? Ah— what I did wrong?” He clears his throat and chuckles nervously again.

“Yea, ok…you don’t know. That’s nice.” You sigh, tapping your foot against the floorboards.

“Ok! Well…let me just say I’m sorry for whatever it is, ok? You know I love you and I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would make you mad…or sad. Right?” The wood creaks beneath him as he takes tentative steps closer towards you.

“Y/N…” He pouts. “I really don’t know…all I did was just, I— oh my sevens. I ignored you like this whole week. That was not my intentions!” Almost instantly, he takes a seat next to you and pulls you into a hug. It’s warm and protective like usual, but you can feel his desperation within it.

“You didn’t mean to?”

“I promise! I’ll make it up to you! Let’s spend the weekend together, ok?” He pulls back and pouts even more at you.

It’s…just too cute. You have to give in.

“I’d like that. Don’t expect me to forgive you right away.”

“With being an honor student, I have to earn respect, so I’ll work on gaining that back.” He mutters.

And now you’re pulled back into a tight hug, feeling a familiar soft pair of lips drifting over the top of your head.

Ok…you guess you can drop the grudge.

Yea…guess who dragged you along on another hike. No remorse whatsoever whenever he looks at you, watching you lean against a tree just to catch your breath. It’s such a funny sight to him. But you’re resenting him for it. And even worse, he’s enjoying it.

“My dear? Look at these specimens on the log. Do not be fooled for their pretty appearance, the spores are very deadly if you breathe them in.”

“Maybe you should breathe them in then you bastard.” You mutter out. You didn’t mean it. Your feet are just killing you and you’re tired.

He isn’t taken aback by the words that spilled from your mouth, in fact he’s quite intrigued and wants to see if he can get you to tick even more.

“Those words are quite hurtful. I would not have expected you to wish such a demise upon me.” He hums, taking a few long strides towards you. You take a few steps back and cross your arms.

Your head is angled downward and you refuse to meet his challenging gaze. It’s almost as if he wants you to go further. But, as much as he does love to tease and toy with you, he likes to be real with you. To care. Surprisingly.

Two fingers slip beneath your chin and he tilts your head back so you finally look at him. “I understand you’re tired. So we can scale back down the trail if you’d like. I don’t wish to hurt you in any type of ways…you should know this fact to heart.”

And all it takes is a rare act he does, a small kiss to your cheek. His lips linger for a moment before he pulls away, and all you can do in turn is shift away and grumble quietly.

“Sorry.”

“What was that?”

“Oh my seven…” you sigh.

“I’m just joking. I heard you the first time, my dear. And I accept your apology. Come along.” He slips his hand into yours, and suddenly, all is right again, and the fatigue just mysteriously disappeared…huh. The scenery also seems more beautiful than it did before.

“Ughhhh…” you sigh out as you flop onto your bed. You hate to admit it, but you were fed up with Rook. Horribly so. He kept popping up out of bushes when you’d walk around, especially whenever you were out walking alone. You couldn’t quite decipher if he truly meant that it was just for your protection, or if he was just trying to get even more time with you than you already spend with him. Basically it was borderline stalking. Anyhow, it was getting on your nerves, and really effecting your heart, so you’re giving him the silent treatment. One more jump scare and it’s straight to the grave with you…it’s better for your health!

But your phone is still helplessly spammed with text messages and calls, and when he tried to make amends in the halls, you just shrugged at his words and carried on.

Tink. Clank. Bonk.

You pull your face up from your pillow and see small pebbles smacking against your window. You grumble and stand up, expecting it to be Ace or something since he usually did this when he’d get kicked out of his dorm for the night, but you definitely did not expect an arrow to fly through the small crack you made, whirling past your ear, getting dangerously close, and then lodging itself into the wall behind you. What. The. Fuck.

“What the fuck!” You yelp, stumbling back and falling to the floor. Was that Rook? The usage of an arrow and a note apparently attached to it points to him— unless this was some shitty assassination attempt on you for sevens knows what…

“Mon Trickster! I declare with deepest apology for frightening you so!. I know you intend to push me away for the careless acts I commit, but I cannot help myself, especially whenever it comes to your radiant beauty that I proudly get to call mine! And of course, my role of being your sole protector and provider.” A hand grips the windowsill and you can see the familiar feather pop up and then the rest of him.

“Rook…you are a crazy man.” You finally mutter to him.

“I could not help myself. It is the only way I knew to reach you effectively.” He sighs, dropping into your room with a soft thud. “I shall leave if you would want me so, but please read the note I have attached…���

“Knowing you it’s probably a love sonnet…and…you don’t have to leave.” you mumble. Rook hesitantly holds out his hand to you, waiting to see if you’d take it. And you do.

“It is indeed a sonnet, one that expresses my never ending abiding love…all for you, Mon trickster. je t'aime très fort, ma chérie, je ne peux même pas respirer sans toi…”

“Don’t smooth talk me. I’m still mad.” You purse your lips.

“I am merely speaking my hearts desires. And that would be you, mon amour.”

“Rook…”

“Y/N…”

“I’m still mad, so don’t mistake this as forgiveness just yet.” You wrap your arms around him tentatively and you can physically feel his restraint snap and he hugs you back. Tight.

His lips ghost over your forehead and he smiles.

“I’ve got you back in my arms again. Hunters always win.”

Translation:

I love you so much, my darling, I can't even breathe without you...

Rain clouds bellow in from above. Not just rain…probably a damn hurricane with the way things are being blown away and the downpour of the rain. And…maybe you are partially to blame. But it’s not like you would just ignore what Malleus did.

His…unrefined social cues, at least with humans of that matter, cause him to perceive situations differently, which in all fairness is natural. But lord…he could be insensitive, and he doesn’t even mean it.

He brushed off your very prominent feelings for whatever it was you two were talking about, and…that’s how he was raised, not to dwell on the fleeting or less bothersome things, but what he said really hurt you, and he didn’t apologize for it, so of course, you had to teach him a lesson. Silent treatment. And you were still angry. You have every right to be.

You slam open the doors to Diasomnia, your shoes squelching under your weight as you walk in completely soaked from head to toe. Unfortunately, you had to intervene now…

“Malleus…all I did was ignore you for an hour…” you grumble. Sebek of course stands on Malleus’s side, but with a few smacks from Silver and Lilia dragging him out of the room by the ear, you and him are left alone.

“My dearest…” He pouts. “I do not understand the source of your anger. But I shall ignore that until I get you dry. Humans have a very weak immune system—“

“Mal. Shut up.” You sigh and rub your temples. All he can do is look at you with confusion. “Just…look, you’ve already ticked me off. And with our earlier predicament and now this,” you motion over to a window that was literally rattling from the storms, “it’s making me even more mad. All I wanted was an apology but you had to bicker back—“

“I apologize.” He interrupts you. His hands find yours and he brings them up towards his lips, placing fervent kisses and murmuring even more apologies. This was a 180…

“Mal…”

“In our moments together, I wish not to cause you stress or make you feel less within any situation. You have showed me much more than I could have ever even imagined…could have ever dreamed of. And for that, I am forever indebted to you, my dearest.” Emerald eyes meet yours and all anger dissipates into a warm jabbing feeling in your chest.

“It’s fine. Stop sulking. I don’t need to hear Sebek yell at me for making you beg to me…” you shake your head and roll your eyes. At least that’s over…

“That, my dearest, I am not opposed to.” He smirks and places a chaste kiss to your lips.

With how well you’ve been ignoring Silver, every time when you two were around each other, It was so quiet that if you really listened, there’s a faint sound of crickets chirping away.

You two were supposed to spend some time together, to bask in each other’s presence for a little more than just a few moments and take the time to relax with one another. But he forgot about it…and fell asleep. You couldn’t blame him, actually it was kinda rude for you to blame him over something he can’t even control, but this has happened over and over again, and you’ve just gotten frustrated over the fact.

You needed time to cool down, obviously, after being stood up so many times, and you were taking that break in the comfortable confines of your room.

A moment later, however, a bird lands on the ledge of your windowsill and taps the glass with its tiny beak. This you spare a glance to, and you notice the bird has a note. You get up and push it open, the bird dropping the folded paper and then flying away. Like any person would do, you pick it up and read the contents, which is just a letter from Silver— a beautifully written out heartfelt apology, and a location to meet him at: your usual spot in the forest.

He was using his tactics of sending cute animals to be his delivery person…but something in you felt compelled to go. Maybe hear what he has to say— just to see him then walk away. You’re still mad.

The walk isn’t that long. Just a short peruse along a winding path that leads to a nice secluded, flower littered part of the forest with trees providing shade all around. Animals perk up at the approaching footsteps of yours, and your eyes land on a Silver who seems to be struggling to keep awake. But once he sees you, his eyes widen a bit and he stands up, rubbing his eye and stepping towards you hesitantly.

“Did you receive the note?”

“I did, Silver…and I…appreciate it.”

He takes your hands into his and smiles softly. “I really am sorry, my love. It’s never my intent to ignore you…you’re far too meaningful to me. I don’t ever wish to ignore you, and quite truthfully, I’d prefer it I didn’t have these spells of sleep…just so I could truly promise days of just us…”

His forehead presses against yours and his breathing slows down even more to just a few shallow breaths. “Please tell me…I can be forgiven?”

“You were from the start…” you mumble out.

“Spend a few moments with me,” a yawn erupts from his throat and you can feel him starting to slip away from his conscious state, “in dreams we can have time…ourselves.”

You settle beneath the shaded area the tree provides and Silver goes slack, succumbing to sleep, and napping away peacefully in your arms.

He won…can’t hold grudges forever.

Master List

Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!

Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

[d-llahanspade]

OMG OMG OMG, you should eather do 1. The whole sbg gang (which I wouldn't blame u if you didn't, that's alot) 2. Your fav sbg ship 3. Enid and Wensday in Yaelokre dtyle

I absolutely want to do all of your ideas, they’re all AMAZING but it might take me some time lol, so keep an eye on my blog cause I’ll post those soon-ish

I’ll try and remember to tag you when I do tho

(Btw my fav sbg ship is Aidlyn with Taylyn being a close second)

[sp10o0sh]

Critical Chill (Chance/Parker/M!Reader)

Experiencing GM burnout, you invite Chance to a game night with your mutual friend, and your roommate, Parker. You hope to make him feel better by distracting him with fun games and silly banter.

Tags: Fluff, Slow (ish) burn, Feelings Realization, Cuddling, Platonic Cuddling, Polyamory, Male Reader-Insert, Might be slightly OOC, I'm Bad At Tagging, Not Beta Read, Getting Together, Human AU

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Honest to god, this was a joke at first. My friend was supposed to talk me out of writing this, and he didn't. So, I threw in a little Easter egg for him (Hi Eddie Ilysm King) Date everything has taken over my life, and it will not stop rotting away my already minimal brain cells. I also love Parker a LOT and he might actually be tied for my top bbg. Mitchell Linn is still everything to me tho.. Cross-posted to AO3, under user @/sp10osh (Or Click Here !) I don't know what else to put here.. Sorry gang. I don't know how to use Tumblr.. But I promise I am learning! or trying.. so be nice. Any tips r appreciated lol :3

Also Requests are totally welcome, and I will write like.. Almost anything to do with Date everything so... yeah.

Again, Not Beta Read, so I'm so sorry in advance.

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Your phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up with Chance’s name. You wiped your hands on your worn-out favorite shirt and grinned, swiping to answer.

“Hey, Chance! What’s up?”

“Hey!” His voice was warm and a little nervous, like he was holding back a dozen thoughts at once. “So... I was wondering—are you free later this afternoon? Maybe coffee? I could really use a break from my own brand of chaos.” 

You glanced around your shared apartment, the morning light filtering through dusty blinds and pooling on the faded rug. The place was a patchwork of Parker and your personalities: mismatched furniture scavenged from thrift stores, a sprawling bookshelf bursting with fantasy novels, G&G rulebooks, records stacked in a corner, and dozens of potted plants, some thriving, some quietly dying. Parker insisted on keeping them, he said that they kept the air clean. 

You peeked into the living room, where Parker was draped over the couch, tangled in the heap of blankets, His colorful hair stuck out in wild tufts, and a half-deflated stress ball was clenched loosely in his hand. He groaned dramatically as you caught his eye. 

Late afternoon meant late for Chance. Admitly, probably too late for coffee, but your sleep schedule was already pretty messed up, and you would never turn down a hangout with your friend. “Well,” you began, smiling, “coffee sounds perfect, and I’m free.”

“Awesome,” Chance replied. “I’ll text you the details.”

Before you could say bye, Chance beat you to it, and the line dropped dead. He must've been extremely busy. He always said goodbye. You put your phone back on the counter and made your way to stand by the couch, where Parker had started attempting a slow, exaggerated stretch that reminded you of some inhuman entity, waking up from a deep slumber.

“Finally awake?” you teased.

Parker groaned again, throwing a pillow at you but missing by a mile. Instead of replying to your teasing, he just waved his hand. “Ugh. That guy! I haven’t heard from him in like a week! Why didn't he invite me too?” 

You laughed, dropping down beside him. “Don’t be jealous. He probably has just been busy. He sounded distracted, anyway..”

Parker gave you a sideways glance, one brow raised, then pretended to dramatically wipe sweat from his brow. “Oh, I’m not jealous,” he said, voice dripping with mock sincerity. “I just can’t believe I wasn't invited to watch you be Mega-Gay for him.”

You nudged him playfully. “It’s a normal amount of gay, thank you very much.”

The two of you sat quietly for a moment, the familiar hum of the city drifting through the cracked-open window mixing with the distant sound of a neighbor’s singing (If it could be called that, It was honestly a rough listen. Something about showers?) practice. Your crush on Chance wasn't something Parker actually knew about. What he was referring to was a joke that started with your G&G campaign. Your character has romanced one of the NPCs, which, naturally, led to very fun character flirting that all your friends loved to tease you about. Eventually, that led to silly jokes when you would all get together. 

In reality, you did have a massive crush on your friend. Not only Chance, but Parker too. He made your heart flutter in all the best ways. He was kind, funny, and so so thoughtful. He was the reason you were able to get back on your feet after a messy fight with your last landlord. Telling either of them this, though seemed to be strictly off limits, as they were two of the best friends you had ever made. 

Your gaze drifted to the kitchen counter, stacked with a jumble of mugs, a half-empty jar of peanut butter, and the infamous “coffee machine that never quite works.” Parker had insisted it added character. It did not.

“Soooooo, you’re definitely going to ask him why he hates me, anad refuses to see me, right?” he asked, nudging your knee gently.

You laughed, heart skipping. “Sure, Parker. If it eases your mind, I’ll make sure to ask.”

Parker burst out laughing. “Make him regret not asking me to come too!”

You shook your head, smiling at how easy it was with him. It was moments like this, quiet, ridiculous, comfortable, that made you wonder if maybe there was something more to what he felt as well. He would let his touches linger, and stare longer than necessary on occasion. You shook your head faintly, and reminded yourself that's just how he was. 

Parker caught your lingering look and followed your glance to the sink, then he gave you a goofy grin. “Don’t worry,” he said, nudging you again, “I’ll do the dishes while you're out!”

You smiled back, warmth blooming in your chest.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

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True to his word, Chance did send you the details for your meetup. Just like you thought, it was late. Too late for coffee, yet you still ordered a latte. 

The café smells like burnt espresso and cinnamon scones, but you barely notice. You’re too busy watching Chance stir his coffee like he’s trying to will it into being anything but coffee. Which is silly, because he could have ordered any other drink on the menu, so you assumed it wasn't the coffee. He hasn’t said much since you sat down, which is unusual, normally, he’s all jokes and barely-contained chaos by now.

You glance at him over the rim of your mug. “You look like someone is failing all their death saves.”

Chance huffs a laugh through his nose. “Nice. Go ahead, kick a guy while he’s down.”

“I’d never,” you say with a smile. “Not without at least rolling first.” Its cringe-worthy, you know it. Normally Chance is the one cranking out all the G&G related puns, in fast enough succession to make you want to tape his mouth shut, but tonight its you. 

That earns you a faint grin, but it doesn’t last. He slumps in his seat, running his hands over his face, messing his glasses up as he does so. Then, voice quieter than you expect, he mutters:

“I think I’m actually burnt out. Like... seriously.”

You blink, caught off guard. Chance never admits to being tired. He’s the guy who stays up all night prepping NPC dialogue and tracks initiative like a mad scientist. He lives to GM. Or at least, you thought he did. Thinking about it now, it makes sense why he would feel burnt out. You nod sympathetically. 

“Burnt out from running everything?” you ask carefully.

He nods. “Yeah. Campaign’s fun, but every week it’s more like... ‘how do I keep this thing from falling apart?’ I’m behind on prep, work has been so crazy recently and—” He cuts himself off with a frustrated exhale. “I don’t know. I’m just tired, Y/N. And I feel bad about it. Everyone’s counting on me to keep the story going. Im sorry... I just can’t get into the right headspace to GM. I don’t want to half-ass it or make it boring.”

You set your mug down and lean in slightly. “Chance. You don’t have to carry everything. Seriously.”

He shrugs, still not looking at you. “Kinda feels like I do, though.”

“Nope,” you say, not missing a beat. “Not letting you spiral.”

His head lifts, confused. “What?”

“I’m hijacking your evening and weekend,” you declare. “Parker’s been wanting to have a casual game night. Why don’t I call him? Maybe you could come over, relax, and just play without the pressure to run the game.”

Chance squints. “Wait, Parker’s wants to have a casual night?” He asks, completely stopped on the wrong point. “Parker, ‘the-rules-are-sacred’ Parker?”

You shrug, “More or less.” 

Chance smiles, hopeful. “Really? That sounds perfect. I could use a night off.”

You pulled out your phone and dialed Parker's number. It barely rang before your roommate picked up. “Yelllllllow?” His voice lively called through the phone.

“Hey, Parker! So, Chance is feeling kind of burnt out and needs a chill night. Would you be up for a game night tonight? Like, board games, snacks, no stress stuff?”

There was a beat, then Parker’s voice burst through, enthusiastic and loud enough to draw a few curious glances.

“Absolutely! Tell Chance he’s definitely invited! I’ve been itching to throw a game night for weeks. This is perfect!”

You smiled, “Great! We’ll be home around seven?”

“Sounds good! I’ll clean up and everything! Do you want to pick up some snacks?. I can’t wait!”

You replied with an excited hum, and hung up meeting Chances eyes, who was already grinning, looking at you like you were the best person on the planet. 

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You spent the time before seven walking around with Chance to help clear his head, and heading to different convenience stores to pick up snacks. As it approached seven, you made your way back to the apartment complex. As, you and Chance walked through the city streets, the evening air was cool and refreshing. You had switched back and forth on who was holding onto who’s arm now, and chance now had his arm wrapped around yours, as you led him up the stairs to your room. The familiar buzz of anticipation stirred in Chance’s chest as you approached the door.

Parker was waiting at the door, and the moment he saw you both through the peephole, he flung the door open, arms crossed but smiling wide, like he’d been counting down the minutes.

“Welcome to the lair,” he said, gesturing dramatically as he opened the door. “Getting cozy already?” He winked at Chance. 

Chance scoffed, and sat up, untangling his arm from yours. “Nonsense! I was just keeping my dear Fayrus warm on the walk home.” he said dramatically, referencing your G&G character. You laughed, and took a step inside. 

Inside, the apartment was transformed into game central, piles of board games stacked on the coffee table, bowls of snacks scattered around, and cozy blankets strewn about. In the center, the couch had a blanket fort built around it, open to face the coffee table and TV. It was tall enough for you to sit comfortably, but Chance might have to duck slightly. 

Chance looked around, relaxing visibly.

“Thanks for this–”

Parker clapped Chance on the back, cutting him off with a playful smirk. “No worries. Tonight’s about fun. Let’s get started.” he said, taking Chance by the waist and leading him to sit around on the floor, where he picked up the first game of the evening and placed it between the group. 

You settled in beside them, and Parker emptied the game onto the floor. “Alright,” he announced, “first game: Secret Sketch.”

Chance raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“It’s simple,” Parker explained, pulling out a stack of cards with words, a timer, and a sketchpad with markers. “One person draws the word on their card, obviously they can’t speak or use letters or numbers. The other two guesses. five rounds, rounds are over after everyone has drawn once, the highest combined score wins. If you’re drawing, when people guess correctly you get a point for each person who guesses right. If you’re guessing, you get a point for being right.”

You exchanged glances. Lots of explaining the rules, but it made Parker happy so you didnt stop him. “Sounds fun.” you agreed, and Chance nodded. 

Chance smiled, more relaxed now. “Okay, I’m in.” Chance took his Jacket off and set it next to him, then he leaned back on his hands, sitting crisscrossed on the floor near you. Honestly, It was distracting. Chance was attractive, and you weren't sure if he knew exactly how attractive he was. 

Both you and Parker spaced out, staring at his tattooed arms until your faces grew red. When you both pulled your eyes away from his arms and looked back up, Parker bashfully pretended not to notice. 

Clearing his throat, Parker handed the first card to you. You peeked and gasped quietly, mouthing the words to yourself, blinking slowly as you processed the words. “’Octopus playing guitar.’” you bit your lip, pulling it anxiously with your teeth. 

Chance snorted, presumably at your expression. He extended the marker to you.

You took the marker, set the timer, and began your frantic, messy sketching.

The tension melted instantly as laughter bubbled up at the ridiculous drawings. (“Seriously what is that supposed to be?”) 

˗ˏˋ꒰ ♟️ ꒱

After five painstakingly long rounds of sketching you stood up to stretch your legs. Parker had begun to get onto you and Chance for attempting to sneak peaks at each other's cards to make guessing easier. “I’m going to go grab some more snacks, you should set up the next game.” 

You pet Parker's head as you walked by, He was actively rising to sit on his knees, and push the paper explaining the rules into Chance's face. 

As you walked back into the kitchen, you giggled, hearing Parker ask Chance if “The rules really meant nothing to him?!” 

You set the snacks on the counter and let yourself get distracted, watching them banter. They seem lost in their own world, Chance giggling as Parker read out the rules, painstakingly slow to emphasize their importance. They worked together, the kind of easy rhythm that comes from history, from weeks or months of something unspoken hanging in the air. Its not like Chance hated rules, but being a GM meant he was incharge, he made the rules, and followed them, of course he loved rules. It was just fun to mess with Parker. After being friends for so long, it was just an understood rhythm between you guys. 

Deep in thought, you eventually looked back up to see Parker hovering over Chance’s, hands on either side of him, in his best attempt to be intimidating. “What’s the point of playing games if you're just going to cheat!?” He asked. 

Chance looked up at Parker, and you saw something pass through his eyes as he glanced down to Parker's lips, then his face flushed. His hand shakily rose to Parker's side, causing him to shudder and blush in turn. 

“Okay.. You’re right.” Chance stuttered, breathing out. The tension from before was replaced with something else, and you felt giddy. Seeing your two favorite people act so flustered together sent a warm feeling up your spine, and straight to your head. 

Parkers eyes widened, and nodded “Oh-okay…” He muttered, before leaning back from Chance, who seemed to let his hand linger even as Parker pulled away. 

You smiled, and clapped, making your entrance with snacks known. “Ohhkay! Whats next?” You asked, watching them both untangle from each other completely, blushes on their face as Parker began into the next game description.  

You wonder if they know.

If they know that every time Parker’s hand brushes yours when passing game tokens, your heart stutters. If they know that the way Chance leans on your shoulder when he laughs makes it harder and harder not to just… say something. Anything.

˗ˏˋ꒰ ♟️ ꒱

The next game has something with cards and timers and way too many rules, which Parker explains with intense focus while Chance listens with fake seriousness, occasionally winking at you like, I’m going to mess this up on purpose.

And he does.

Every round, he finds a way to break the rules: adding fake points, declaring himself the “wild card,” or, at one point, assigning Parker a completely made-up punishment; “You have to compliment me every time I roll a six.” 

Parker sighs but follows through on his next six, “Your hair. It looks nice. It’s messy, in a cute way. it suits you.” His face flushes, and it spreads down to his neck. His hands shake, and he threatens to drop his card. 

Chance freezes mid-laugh, visibly caught off guard.

You had almost choked on your soda.

Parker notices the silence and frowns. “What?”

Chance clears his throat, looking down at the cards in his hands. “Nothing. Just... not used to those kinds of.. Well.. the nice stuff from you.”

Parker glances at you like he’s looking for someone to help him, but you just smile awkwardly and take a long sip from your drink to hide the fact that your brain is screaming: Say something. Say you like them. Say anything.

But you don’t.

Because they’re them. Brilliant, quick-witted, soft-hearted Chance and meticulous, emotionally-dense Parker. And you’re just... the guy caught between them, falling a little harder every time they look at each other like that. Watching them fight off their feelings for each other, makes you find them both more adorable and endearing. 

˗ˏˋ꒰ ♟️ ꒱

After that game, Chance disappears into the kitchen to hunt for pretzels while Parker sits beside you on the couch, carefully sorting cards back into their sleeves.

“Thanks for kinda throwing this into action,” he says quietly, not looking up. “He really needed it.”

You nod. “I know. Thank you too, for agreeing..”

There’s a pause.

Then, softer he added: “I think I needed it too.”

You look at him. At the way his fingers fidget with the cards. His voice goes small like when he’s feeling too much but doesn’t want to say so. You reach out, and place a gentle hand on his knee. You run your thumb back and forth along his knee, something you did often. Living together, there was more than one occasion where you would cuddle (Purley platonically of course!) to fall asleep, so physical contact wasn't something new to either of you. Yet, he seemed distracted and jumpy tonight. 

“You don’t always have to be in control, you know,” you murmur.

He gives you a quick glance, then looks down again. “Neither does he.” He says, almost defensively, but he stops himself. “I think..-” 

You both look up at the same time when Chance leans back around the kitchen doorway. “You two whispering about me?” he asks, one brow raised, a bowl of pretzels in his hands. He has a pretzel in his mouth as he smirks. 

You smirk. “Only in flattering tones.”

Parker clears his throat, and speaks at the same time as you. “Absolutely not.”

Chance pauses, and all three of you giggle. “Okay, yeah. Definitely whispering about me.” He comes back to sit with you guys as you start the next game. 

Laughter, jokes, quiet moments in between. You try not to let yourself read into every glance, every graze of a hand or brush of a knee. But you do.

Because it’s there.

In the way Parker leans closer when Chance talks. In the way Chance stops filling the silence, like he’s starting to trust it. In the way you find yourself watching them both with your heart doing that dumb stutter it always does.

You’re not sure where this night is going. But you kind of hope it never ends.

The pretzels disappear halfway through a new game that none of you are really playing correctly. The rules are a suggestion at best, something Parker tries to uphold, Chance deliberately misreads, and you... you just sit between them, watching the dynamic shift. Parker doesn’t fight it, Chance relaxes, resting his hand on Parker's leg, and his head on your shoulder. 

Not dramatically. Not suddenly. But gradually; Like the way the air gets warmer just before spring.

Parker’s explaining something about event cards when Chance leans over you to grab a piece of paper. His shoulder brushes yours—warm and solid—and he stays there a beat too long. When he finally pulls back, you catch Parker’s eyes flicking toward the two of you. Brief. Curious.

You wonder if he noticed.

˗ˏˋ꒰ ♟️ ꒱

A little later, when Parker gets up to refill drinks, you and Chance stay sprawled on the floor, game pieces scattered around you like the aftermath of a story that never got finished.

Chance tilts his head, studying you. “You okay?”

You blink. “Me? Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’ve just been kinda quiet,” he says, nudging your ankle with his socked foot. “None of us are ever really quiet...” He jokes.

You smile, soft and a little shy. “Just... enjoying this.”

Chance doesn’t answer right away. He sits back, arms resting on his knees, face half-lit by the soft yellow of lights of the room. There’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite name, not the usual playfulness or faux goofy confidence. Something thoughtful.

“You’re good at this,” he says.

“At board games?” You ask, earnestly. 

He snorts, “At making people feel like they’re not gonna fall apart if they stop pretending everything’s fine,” he says, voice low and honest. “I don’t... Well, Thank you.”

You don’t know what to say to that. So you just smile, and let your foot gently tap his in reply. He doesn’t pull away.

When Parker returns with drinks, he hesitates in the doorway for just a second. You don’t see the look on his face, but Chance does.

And he says, too casually, “You spying, or just admiring the view?”

Parker scoffs but blushes. “If I were admiring anything, it’d be the disaster you made out of the rulebook.”

“Liar,” Chance mutters under his breath, but he’s grinning as he scoots over to make space for him on the floor. You press your lips together to hide your own grin, as he cuddles up to you both. 

Chance yawns softly, and you check the time on your phone. Its nearly midnight. You laugh, asking the others if they want to clean up and put on a movie. They agree and you guys start to pick up. As you are cleaning you notice the way Parker relaxes a little more when Chance laughs. The way Chance goes still when Parker speaks softly. The way you’re starting to ache with how much you care for both of them.

After you guys gave up on cleaning up, you guys snuggle up on the couch fort you built. A movie is playing in the background as you all fought off different stages of sleep. Too tired to sit upright, too comfortable to leave. The board games are still on the floor. The cards are a mess. The blanket you tossed over Chance earlier is now half-draped over all three of you. A warmth spreads through your face, and feels like it clogs your throat. 

Parker’s head rests on your shoulder. Chance’s legs are across both your laps, you sit between them. Chance breaks the silence first, voice barely audible.

“We should do this again.” Its sleepy, and adorable, how he sounds so hopeful. 

You nod, gently. “Yeah. We should.”

Parker doesn’t say anything, but he shifts closer.

The soft glow of string lights lit up the living room, casting a gentle warmth over the piles of nonsense around the room. You didn't realize how cuddly Chance could be until just now. He was curled up over your lap, head on Parker's shoulder now. Within no-time he had fallen asleep. His soft snores were rhythmic, like a purring cat.

Parker, who was normally so upbeat and playful, had gone quiet. His shirt and hair had become more ruffled up, and you found it hard not to stare at his face, and the little bit of stomach that showed when he moved around. You really tried not to stare, but after the evening you had, it was difficult to pretend like you weren't infatuated with both ot the men snuggled up to you. 

You turned slightly, careful not to jostle Chance. “You good?” you whispered, catching the faint tension in his jaw.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to Chance’s sleeping face, then back to you.

“I—” Parker’s voice was quieter than usual. “I didn’t think tonight would feel this... perfect. Like, stupidly perfect.”

Your brow furrowed in curiosity, but your heart warmed at the sentiment. “It did turn out great, huh? Even with Chance cheating.”

Parker let out a small laugh, but it faded quickly. He looked at you again, really looked, and you saw something different in his eyes. Something tender. Vulnerable.

“I like you,” he said softly, barely louder than the rustle of the blankets. “A lot. That’s not new. But I didn’t think I’d feel this way about both of you.”

You blinked, surprised, but not in a bad way. He rushed to fill the silence.

“I know it’s weird. I know most people don’t- I’m not trying to make things awkward or mess anything up between us or-”

You reached over and took his hand, attempting to ground him and keep him from spiraling. You kissed his knuckles gently. 

“It’s not weird,” you said, squeezing gently. “And you’re not messing anything up. I care about both of you too. I.. Like both of you too. Maybe it’s not the ‘normal’ setup, but... it feels right. Doesn’t it?”

Parker exhaled slowly, the tension melting from his shoulders. “Yeah,” he murmured. “It does.” his face was bright pink even in the soft lighting. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he stumbles over his words, and before you could reply. 

Then, from the lump between you, a sleepy voice mumbled, “Aww, are you guys talking about feelings? That’s cute.”

Chance stretched across you both and blinked up at you, a grin tugging at his lips. “Holy crit! Took you long enough.”

You and Parker froze. “You were awake?” Parker asked, stunned.

Chance yawned dramatically. “Kind of. You talk loud when you’re nervous. Also, I definitely like both of you too, If I wasn't being clear about that before.” He waved a hand vaguely. “I want to kiss you both too.”

You laughed, heart swelling as Parker rolled his eyes fondly. Chance leaned up and pressed his lips to Parkers and then to yours, It was soft and sweet and tender all at once. He then kissed Parkers cheek before laying back down. 

You smiled, kissing Parker as he grew more and more bashful, hiding in the heap of blankets that Chance was already starting to curl up in. 

The three of you then slowly fell asleep, resting with tangled limbs, a little messy and confusing and a lot warm. 

It felt right. 

[moonsgemini]

american heartbreak - iii

summary: hangovers and early mornings don’t mix. The early farmer’s market is looking like June’s Everest but surprise visits and unexpected coffee rendezvous with Rafe makes it all worth it.

warnings: cowboy!rafe x oc, fem reader, she/her, mentions of possible break in, so much fluff, a little self depreciation, some sexual stuff-ish not smut tho, rafe being an absolute sweetheart

an: y’all I fell in love with this series again. I have no idea where it’s going but I like it so far! also idk who wants to be tagged in this anymore so that’s why I didn’t tag anyone

series masterlist - previous part

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June Summers vowed to never drink again as she slumped in the foldable chair behind the buckets of flowers. She was glad Amber hadn’t woken up hungover so that she could take over most of the hospitality. If she talks too much she’s convinced she’ll puke again.

At least the cold was helping with the hangover, and she wasn’t entirely too mad about the previous night out. But then she remembered she threw up in front of Rafe and wants to crawl out of her skin. Embarrassment prickled at her spine thinking about how she wouldn’t be surprised if he never wants to hangout with her again.

“That poor boy is so love struck he watched you puke all over your boots and on his! and he really didn’t say a thing,” Amber laughed once some customers walked away.

June groaned pulling her brown carhartt jacket closer, it used to belong to her dad so it was oversized and well loved.

She didn’t need a reminder of the bad parts of last night. She had already been replaying it in her head, “He was just being nice. God he’s probably never going to want to see me again.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples trying to relieve the headache. She really wished she had some coffee right now.

“Uhhh I really highly doubt that,” Amber laughed beside her.

June looked up at her only to find her friend pointing in the direction of someone. When she looked over her heart dropped. Not sure if she was excited or not yet. Rafe held a cup holder of coffees and a grin on his perfect face as he walked towards the booth. His eyes never leaving June once he found her. Who was currently wanting to crawl out of her skin.

June ran her fingers through her hair to at least look somewhat put together. She crawled out of bed at the last minute and barely did anything to get ready.

She was seeing a lot more of Rafe than usual. It was causing her to have permanently sweaty palms and a rapid heart beat.

“Good mornin ladies,” Rafe nodded his head at the two women behind the endless bundles of flowers.

Amber smiled almost too widely, “Well good mornin Rafe. Now what brings you to the market?”

He chuckled, “Well I know you ladies had a long night. So I figured I’d bring some coffee,” He held one of the cups up and looked over at June, “Got your favorite June bug.”

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, “T-thanks Rafe, you really didn’t have to,” She stood and walked around to meet him in front of the flowers, “Especially after last night.”

He watched her sip her coffee. Pride bloomed in his chest at her small smile and content sigh, “I had a feeling you’d need extra coffee today.”

“This is actually our first of the day,” Amber sighed dramatically while sipping her own coffee.

“Really?” Rafe questioned with raised brows, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten either?”

June nodded, “We sorta woke up late.”

His brows furrowed in concern, “I’ll go get y’all food otherwise that hangover will never cure,” He was about to walk away to go to the diner for food when Amber stopped him.

“Rafe take June out, I can handle it from here,” Amber smirked knowing her friend wants to murder her but knows June will thank her later.

June started getting nervous, “Uh are you sure Amber? But you need food too.”

She shrugged, “I’ll call James to bring me something. Plus you drank more than I did so you need some bacon in your system.”

“You heard the woman. Come on June bug, breakfast on me,” He smiled at her.

June’s face felt hot and the nausea she had been feeling was coming back ten fold. She’d never spent that much alone time with him and the thought of it was making her sick. At the same time she was feeling giddy that he was so willing to take her out. It was all so confusing. His charm and kindness not helping her feelings.

June stood up and grabbed her purse, “Okay well if things start to get crazy call me Amber.”

“Mhmmm sure,” Amber smirked as she waved them off.

-

June sat across from Rafe in Mickey’s Diner. It was everyone’s favorite breakfast spot in town, they had the best waffles. Which was what June was currently working on in front of her. The toast and bacon she already had helped her feel like herself again.

Rafe noticed the color returning to her cheeks. He was starting to really enjoy taking care of her. He knows she’s fully capable of doing it herself which is why it felt good that she was letting him do this.

They had talked about anything and everything. Once he had the conversation going her nerves calmed but the butterflies still fluttered every now and then. They reminisced on old elementary school days, when they used to play soccer together, and ride horses. June came to realize that Rafe was so easy to talk to because he always listened and gave his full attention.

“Juney I think you and I need to hangout more,” Rafe said with a lopsided grin before taking the last bite of his omelette.

She let out a breathy laugh looking down at her suddenly much more interesting waffles, “You don’t mean that.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, “You should know by now I never say anything I don’t mean.”

Their waitress, Tamara, walked over saving June from Rafe’s intense words, “Everything good y’all? Need more coffee miss summers?”

She shook her head, “Yes please Tammy.” She nodded her head smiling and began refilling the vintage blue mug. The three of them had gone to high school together. Tamara worked at the diner in high school and eventually bought it out and fixed it up.

“I’ll leave the check here for you but no rush. You take all the time you need,” She winked at the pair before sauntering off.

Everyone knew about Rafe and June, they weren’t blind. They saw the way June got flustered when she was around him and all the longing stares she sent his way. At first no one saw it in Rafe but his all consuming crush became well all consuming. He couldn’t hide how his eyes lit up and he stood up a little straighter when June was around anymore.

“So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?” He asked as he swallowed his last bite of hash browns, “The shop isn’t open today right?”

She shook her head, “‘No it’s just the farmer’s market we do on Sunday’s and well I guess I’m off for today,” She laughed softly. If she thought about how she was having breakfast with Rafe after puking her guts out in front of him she’d start to feel light headed. Having his attention was addicting and overwhelming.

“You deserve a day off, especially after last night.”

She groaned, “Don’t remind me, it’s so embarrassing.” The heat of embarrassment traveled up her neck and to her cheeks.

He shook his head with a playful smile, “Don’t be. It happens to the best of us. Can I tell you a secret?” He began to whisper as he leaned in slightly. She nodded her head curiously.

“I’ve been in that same position myself maybe once of twice,” He shrugged, “or more than a few times.”

She laughed sitting up straight, “I don’t think that’s much of a secret Rafe.”

He shrugged again a smirk playing on his lips, “But it made you feel better right?”

She nodded. His story didn’t exactly make her feel better, more like his small effort to not let her feel embarrassed.

“Back to what’s important, what are your plans today?”

She thought for a second about what her plans were. June was going to spend her afternoon watching cheesy rom coms with popcorn and order greasy pizza for dinner. Probably home alone because James and Amber usually spent the evenings together. But things have changed, “Uh no I was just going to watch movies all afternoon.”

He nodded and hummed, “Hmmm so that means we’re spending the day together.”

She nearly choked on the last sip of coffee, “Oh, we are?”

He smiled, “We are June bug. When was the last time you came over?”

June couldn’t believe this conversation was happening. Rafe wanted to spend the entire day together. Things like that don’t happen to June Summers.

“Umm probably not since Sarah’s graduation party. She always comes to ours when she’s in town.”

“It really has been that long,” He realized he hadn’t heard the echo of her laugh coming down the hallway in years. He loved when Sarah invited her over. He cleared his throat as he pulled out his wallet, “Then today is the day you go back and I’ll show you around the Ranch. We’ve got some new cows and horses I want to introduce you to.”

She laughed, “Whatever you want Rafe. Oh I can pay for mine that’s okay,” she reached for her purse but Rafe’s loud scoff stopped her.

“I’d never make a pretty girl pay for a meal. Your company is payment enough bug.”

Her cheeks were going to melt off her face if he kept making her feel this hot and mushy.

-

Rafe felt like he was in one of his daydreams. Sunday’s were his days to relax and rest. On those days he’d spend them on the back porch day dreaming of June. Walking with her through the pasture to the big willow tree that was at the end of their land. He’d be holding her hand, pulling her towards him every few minutes to plant a kiss on her lips. She’d laugh and blush as she hugged him or playfully pushed him. But then Ward would come outside and sit next to him. He’d start talking about Rafe’s upcoming ride and that daydream would be nothing but a dream.

Now his dreams were coming to fruition as he and June walked towards the willow tree. Except he couldn’t pull her in for a kiss or wrap his arms around her. At least not yet.

After breakfast Rafe drove them to his house. June was greeted by his border collie Ranger as she stepped inside the familiar home. He led her outback and showed her the two new cows they got. As well as the baby chicks that just hatched.

He watched her swoon over the cute animals and it made his heart swoon. How gently she held the baby chick and spoke it as if it were a real baby. God he was royally screwed. This crush he thought he could hide and suppress throughout the years was impossible to tame these days.

Now he was walking them towards the willow tree. The soft breeze of the afternoon making the smell of her shampoo float his way. She had also taken off her jacket and hoodie leaving her in a black tank top and jeans that made her ass look fantastic.

Rafe was struggling to keep his eyes from wandering. It was hard when her tank top would ride up a little and reveal a sliver of her stomach. Her skin looking so soft and smooth he wanted to lick it. The tank top also revealed a good bit of cleavage that had him practically drooling.

June was trying her absolute best not to combust. It felt like she was seven running around the Cameron ranch with Sarah as Rafe tried to tag one of them. Except this time Sarah wasn’t there and they’re not playing tag. Rafe isn’t a nine year old boy but a grown man, a very handsome grown man. One with big arms and facial hair.

Once they reached the willow tree Rafe spread out the blanket he had brought. June sat down and closed her eyes enjoying the breeze and the warm sun that peeked through the willow tree. Rafe sat beside her leaning back on his hands. He watched her as the wind blew the little pieces of hair that framed her face. The sun making her skin look glowy and kissable.

“I don’t care what anybody says, I could never leave this town,” She said turning to him. She was surprised to find him looking at her already.

He nodded, “This place is beautiful but you never want that big city life?”

She laughed shaking her head, “I don’t think it’s for me. I like being close to everyone I care about and I love my job here.”

“Some days I wanna leave,” Rafe admits as he turns to watch the cows feeding behind the fence a few yards away.

June’s brows furrowed, “Really?”

He nodded, “The people can get a bit too much. All the gossip, and being away from my dad kinda sounds nice some days.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she picked at some tufts of grass, “You do get gossiped about a lot huh?”

“About how I do on rides, who I’m sleeping with, what am I gonna do when I can’t do this anymore. It’s just a lot sometimes but I’ve got a couple reason’s to stay,” He shrugged looking over at her with a smirk.

A spark of confidence ignited in her, “Good, I’d miss seeing you around.”

He looked over at her with a hint of a smug smirk, “Yeah?”

She nodded her head, “Who else would still want to be my friend after watching me puke.”

He laughed, “I’d still be your friend even if you puked on me. You can never get rid of me June bug.”

Her face heated up. Even if she never got to have Rafe the way she imagined at night before she fell asleep then she’d settle for his friendship.

-

Rafe and June sat under that willow tree and talked for hours. Until the sky turned to pink and purple hues, then Rafe drove her home and walked her to her door. It felt like a date. She wished he’d kiss her on the porch and ask her out again, but it didn’t happen.

He waited until he heard her lock the door from the inside and then headed back to his truck. A small smile on his lips, it was the best day he’d had in a really long time.

No bull ride, no trophy, no adrenaline rush was as good as spending time with June.

-

A few days later June was sat at home after a long day of getting a wedding order ready. She had changed into her cute pajamas and put on her comfort movie, how to lose a guy in 10 days, and was eating ice cream out of the carton. Amber was spending the night at James’ so she bad the house all to herself.

She figures this is what her life is going to look like when Amber moves in with James. It’s not happening yet but you had a feeling it would soon. She didn’t mind being alone, sometimes it was pretty nice after the chaos of a long day. There was no need to worry about her every move and be polite to everyone she could just be.

The only downside was that she had way too much time to think about Rafe and his big hands and broad shoulders. She could drool just thinking about his handsome face. Spending the day with him had only intensified her crush. It was far more than a crush now. June was convinced she’d never be in a relationship because the only man she wants is him. Yet it doesn’t feel like the only woman he wants is her.

The opinions she had of herself were causing her to go into a spiral of overthinking. What if Rafe just liked being friends with her because he wasn’t attracted to her and liked just being friends. He probably never means for it to go anywhere. He’s had all this time if he wanted June so why would he just act on it now.

June felt like she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls she typically saw around Rafe. They were all bombshells with much more to offer than her. She was soft and comfortable, something she doesn’t think Rafe is looking for.

Her self deprecating thoughts came to a halt as she heard rustling on her front porch. It sounded like someone was walking around. Then June swears she heard the door knob jiggle, like someone trying to open it.

In that moment she regretted telling James they didn’t need a camera. After a minute silence June turned around on the couch and tried to peak through the blinds but she couldn’t see anything. Plus if there were an intruder she didn’t want to open the blinds all the way and give herself away.

Her palms began to sweat at the thought of someone coming in while she slept. She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and debated on who to call.

She didn’t want to interrupt James and Ambers night over something that was probably silly. Also calling the sheriff felt a little embarrassing if it ended up being a raccoon.

Her thumb hovered over the first person she thought of but wasn’t sure if she should bother him. Then the footsteps on the porch sounded heavier as they walked around probably trying to peak through the windows.

“Oh god,” June mumbled in fear, “just do it.” She groaned to herself as she pressed call.

After two rings he answered, “Hey sweetheart.” He said and she could tell he was smiling. If she wasn’t frozen in fear her heart would have swelled.

“Rafe,” She whispered, “I think someone is trying to break in.”

Rafe was also on his couch doing nothing. He had been debating on heading down to the bar. James was out with Amber and that was really his only friend despite everyone claiming to be his friend.

He was on high alert now sitting up straight, “What? Where are you?” Now he was standing putting his shoes on and grabbing his keys

“I’m home alone, it sounds like someone is walking around the house,” She said in a hushed tone.

June heard Rafe’s front door slam closed and the crunch of gravel as he basically ran to his truck, “I’ll be there in ten. Just stay on the phone with me.”

She nodded but realized he couldn’t see her, “Okay.”

“Where are you right now?” He asked as he drive down the dirt road leaving his ranch.

June had tucked herself into the corner of their sectional under her big fuzzy blanket, “Uh on the couch. I’m too scared to move.”

“That’s okay bug,” A side of his mouth quirked at the thought of her all cozied up on the couch.

She sighed, “Maybe I should have that camera installed huh?” She joked.

“I’ll set one up tomorrow.”

“It’s okay Rafe I can d-“

“I know you can June bug but I want to,” He cut her off, “I don’t like you being there alone with no type of security.”

She was glad he couldn’t see the blush that rose to her cheeks, “I live with Amber though so I’m not always alone.”

“Well both of you need it. Plus Amber and James have been having way too many date nights lately so you’re alone more often than not,” He argued.

“That’s true,” June hadn’t really noticed that Amber has been gone a lot lately.

A pit in her stomach formed at the thought of not living with her best friend. Of course she was happy for her but it was bitter sweet.

The sound of a car in the drive way pulled her out of her thoughts, “I’m pulling up, I’ll knock on the door after I’ve looked around okay?”

“Okay,” She mumbled and then he hung up. Knowing Rafe was outside brought her out of her frozen fear and she got up to pace the living room. Biting her nails as she awaited his knock. June heard more rustling outside but she was sure it was Rafe now.

A few minutes later he knocked on the door and called her name. She rushed over unlocking and opening it to reveal the 6’2 cowboy. He was wearing a backwards hat that had her throat tightening. He smiled at her and opened his mouth about to say something when he took in what she was wearing.

Rafe was sure she was trying to torture him.

Her small pajama set had his jeans feeling tight in the front. The small black tight shorts and the small lilac tank top she had on were leaving very little to the imagination. To top it all off she wasn’t wearing a bra and the cool summer air was making her nipples pebble just begging to be touched by him.

He cleared his throat and looked back up at her. June had noticed her lack of clothing and crosses her arms over her chest. Which didn’t really help Rafe it just pushed her boobs up and made her shirt ride up so the soft skin of her stomach was showing.

He swallowed harshly, “Uh there’s nothing to be worried about sweetheart. If there was someone here they’re gone, it could have been a raccoon.”

She nodded, “Okay, thank you Rafe for coming. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, “You can call me whenever you need me. I’ll be there.” June was going to have a permanent blush because of him.

“Can you stay with me?” She asked abruptly.

His eyes widened slightly. Not because he didn’t want to but because he’s so surprised she asked first. He was already trying to find a way to coax her to hangout with him.

She took his silence as rejected and her word vomiting started, “It’s okay if you don’t. I’m sure everything’s fine and you probably have plans. Like with your friends or like a date or something.”

Rafe shook his head with a soft smile, “Nope no plans other than hanging out with you.” He stepped in and shut the door behind him.

She followed him back to the living room with a small smile on her face. He was not helping the crush that was blooming into something way more.

It’s always been something more. It’s always been that scary word that she’s never felt like admitting to anyone. It was easy to keep the feelings down and minimize it to an infatuation level but lately those feelings have been fighting to be let out. Rafe’s kindness was too much for her.

He plopped down on the couch right in the middle, “What are we watching?”

She squeezed herself back into the corner of the couch. Her bare legs touching his jean clad ones. Their shoulders brushing against each other. Were the walls suddenly closing in on her?

“I was watching how to lose a guy in 10 days but we can watch something else since it’s almost over,” She shrugged.

He looked over at her with a mischievous smirk, “How about a scary movie?”

“After all of that? No thank you.” She huffed.

He laughed, “Come on I’m here now to protect you June bug.”

She sighed dramatically, “Fine, but you pick.”

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They were on the third movie of the Scream franchise when her eyelids started getting heavier. It was hard to fight sleep when she was so cozy tucked into the couch with her blanket she was sharing with Rafe.

At some point, during a jump scare, her head ended up on his shoulder. After the scene was over she didn’t bother to move it and Rafe didn’t seem to mind.

The movie was over when Rafe heard her small snores beside him. He smiled as he looked down at her. Lips pouty and a small furrow between her brows. He didn’t want to wake her so he gently moved his arm so her head was now on his chest. She snuggled closer up to him.

Rafe was in heaven. He wished time could stop and it could just be this forever. He did his best to maneuver her to pick June up bridal style to take her up to her room.

As he started walking up the stairs she stirred in his arms, “Mmph Rafe?” She mumbled.

“It’s okay baby just go back to sleep,” He murmured trying to ignore the fact that that was the first time he’d ever used that pet name for her.

She mumbled, “Stay.”

“Huh?” He asked as he gently kicked the door to her room open. It smelled like June in there and Rafe was ready to drown in it.

“Stay with me,” She mumbled as he set her down on the soft bed, “What if ghost face gets me.”

June would blame her boldness on the fact that she was half asleep, but she wasn’t regretting a single word.

He chuckled softly, “I’ll stay. But uh,” he scratched the back of his head, “I just need to take my clothes off.” He wasn’t usually shy so he doesn’t know where this bashfulness was coming from.

June nodded and mumbled, “Perfect.”

He laughed and took his shoes, shirt, and jeans off. Leaving him in just his boxers and hat. He tossed the hat onto her dresser before gently pushing her over so he could slide in. She was already asleep again but the dip in the bed woke her up a bit. Enough to have her inching towards him to lay her head on his chest. He really hoped she wouldn’t feel how hard he is and freak her out. He’s not even horny he’s just excited to be so close to her.

Rafe was sure this was heaven.

[liamket]

@uniquevoidflowers

its been a while since i did smth whumpy.

ok so at first yes this was just going to be the drawing but some kind of ghost possessed me and now there are also words. so. enjoy the whump. (check the tags for warnings. not that graphic. i think. i wrote this in like 30 min. there's spoilers tho.)

‘Let’s go explore a little!’ he said. ‘It will be fun!’ he said.

This was far from fun. In fact, Legend was having zero fun.

Hyrule, sweet and friendly and kind of a dick but still his dear brother, wanted to explore a little around while the others prepared camp and invited him. Sure, letting the others to do all the work sounds good, but the veteran put the condition that they first will help around and then they could go for a walk.

Wild wanted to come with them too, but he was stopped by the rancher reminding him that they were out of pre-cooked food and needed to make dinner. Next time will it be Champion, sorry.

With that established both heroes leaved with Time telling them to be careful. The sound of chatter faded when they went deeper into the forest, and their own conversation went freely.

“Believe me! Octoroks are really annoying, they’re the worst” Hyrule complained, laughing lightly and bringing his hands up to exaggerate his frustration.

“Just a good shield and you can deflect their attacks? They’re not that thought” Legend counters, octoroks were just some silly octopus looking monsters, he was sure that they were food for some zora.

They kept bickering about this for a while, the calm ambient of the forest interrupted just by their presence and chatter.

Until there was a growl, and chaos started.

Legend was angry. Not at Hyrule, never him, he just wanted to walk and satisfy his instincts. He was angry at the moblin that decided to come pay a visit together with some bokos. They already finished with that camp! Why are there still monsters in this part of the forest?!

Never mind the implications of that, one of Hyrule’s moblins and Wild’s bokoblins were more important to deal with right now.

The bokoblins weren’t that big of a problem, two were black blooded, but they already were able to deal with them with ease now that they were used to their strength. The moblin is another story.

This one was faster, not like the one that was Time’s who was just overpowered. There was clearly more intelligence behind those eyes.

Its spears were precise, leaving Legend with some cuts on his face and one on his side.

“We need backup!” They couldn’t keep this for long, Legend’s joints were already aching from the little rest that he got after clearing that camp earlier.

He saw a fireball hit the moblin’s back, making it turn towards Hyrule with a snarl.

An idea came to his mind “Hyrule! Go to camp and call for the others, I’ll distract it! Fast!”

When a soft green light appeared in the traveler’s eyes gave Legend the confirmation that Hyrule knew what he was suggesting.

The veteran shot an arrow to the moblin making it turn back to him, giving Hyrule time to turn to his faerie form.

He saw the flicker of green light go behind the moblin, a soft bell-like sound being a contrast with the snarls of the monster.

Legend moved with his ice rod towards the moblin, ready to freeze it so they could have time so the others could arrive.

When he was about to use the magic item, a so-painfully-familiar sound of a bell was heard, loud and sudden.

The moblin obviously had noticed the bright green ball of light getting away, the one that just by mere bad luck was too close.

Two small wings, still small and young for a fairy, were coming out from the moblin’s fist, a green-ish blue liquid mixed with red dripping out of it to the floor.

There was a scream, if Legend wasn’t alone there he would have said that it came from someone else. His hand reached for his collar, grabbing one of the medallions and directing all his magic to it.

The ether medallion did its work, the moblin being hit with a powerful blast of electricity, the smell of burnt meat filling the area.

When the bastard didn’t move anymore he walked towards it, the wound on his side soaking his tunic and turning it a deeper shade of red, the color slowly spreading.

Legend looked at the hand of the monster, a little looser and letting see a little of what it had inside.

He wanted to throw up.

Bile didn’t come up his throat, the only thing coming out of it was a scream.

He shouldn’t have suggested this. He killed him.

[aliorsboxostuff]

if your still doing topgun stuff, may I get some possessive Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Male!Reader? like reader is getting hit on and Jake makes it known that reader is his?

THIS TOOK 3 MONTHS TO WRITE??? AND IT CAME OUT SO SHORT?? I'm so sorry but your request is so good but I got swarmed with work AGHHHH i hope you enjoy this tho regardless, we love a possessive Jake &lt;3

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Tags: Jake Seresin x Male!reader, Hangman x Male!reader, Hangman, Jake Seresin, The Dagger Squad, male!reader, Penny Benjamin, Possessive behavior, established relationship, smug!boyfriend Jake, alcohol, kissing, slight dirty talk, pushing away a creep, Jake Seresin to the rescue!  Note: Reader’s callsign here is ’Robin’ 

When an enjoyable night at the Hard Deck turns sour when a creep decides to waltz his way to you, Jake Seresin comes to the rescue!

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reblogs and comments appreciated <3

A slow Friday night at the Hard Deck. The team was lounging around the pool table, bantering with one another, a drink in hand and the slightly warm atmosphere from the tipsiness the booze has granted them. You and the others arrived around 8, right after an important meeting with Mav before he excused himself for the night and went home with Iceman, wishing you all to enjoy your weekend. So, naturally, you all poured into the Hard Deck and continued to bother Penny with horrible jokes while she rolled her eyes. 

Somehow, you all seemed to stay even after rush hour finished, and only your team and a couple of other patrons were milling about. You lean to your left, resting your head on Jake's shoulder as he crosses his arms and says something about baseball to Mickey. The blonde smirks as he reaches a hand around your hip and pulls just slightly closer. You smile, taking another sip from your cup, letting the alcohol warm you. 

You squint when your sip ends short and realize your depleted drink before your eyes finding Jake’s beer bottle almost empty. Moving from your boyfriend's hand, you reach over to take his bottle and your cup with you, Jake raises a brow before you stroll away. “I’ll get us more,”

He smiles, before promptly returning to his conversation. You grin, before reaching the bar where Penny is drying a glass and setting your cup and bottle on the counter. “Another bottle for Jake and a refill for me,” 

“You got it, Robin,” She nods, before taking both of them and going to do her work. You lean over the bar, forearms resting your weight as your eyes roam about the abundance of bottles and decorations strewn about the Hard Deck. A familiar tune passes through you as you begin to hum, waiting for your drink, before the hair on your neck rises and you snap to your right, spotting a man eyeing you, a smirk on his lips, before he decides to make his way towards you. He’s supporting a worn-down flannel with ripped jeans, a futile attempt on trying to style himself. A civilian in their mid-forties-ish, unkept stubble is as clear as the man's drunkenness. 

‘Oh great,’ You roll your eyes, huffing slightly before you stand straight, arms crossed, the annoyance already creeping up your spine. And to no one's surprise, the guy stops beside you, clearly already too drunk for his own dignity, a lopsided smirk while he drops his cup on the bar. By no means are you of a smaller stature than your peers, in fact; Jake is only a couple inches above you and if you were wearing shoes with a bit more on its heels, you'd be the same height as your boyfriend, the same build too. The same predicament currently with the man, only a bit taller than you, but that only seems to fuel him on as he tries to straighten himself, puffing out his chest. 

“Hey there,” A sultry undertone in the man's voice has you swallowing a bile, so you reply to his words with a tight smile. 

“Evening, sir,” You promptly nod, navigating into a more polite route. He sways in your direction, making you lean back to avoid the man, trying to give this person's intoxicated brain a fucking hint. “Can I help you with something?” 

“Yeah, actually you can,” that irksome smirk is back. Your smile tightens. His arm almost brushes yours. “Can you help me to your number-”

“Is there a problem here?” You jump slightly when you feel a familiar arm loop around your middle, pulling you to the right, before you glance and spot Jake’s dangerous grin aimed at the man. 

The creep halts slightly before he sneers. “This your man?”

“Yeah, and what of it?”  You bite, finding your courage beside Jake’s presence. The man scoffs, disgust written on his face, before he mutters under his breath. 

“Fucking sissies…” 

Your simmering anger accelerates into a boil, your eyes growing wide with a retort at the end of your tongue before Jake’s hand cups your jaw, cutting you off from shouting at the man and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a small confused noise before Jake starts to prod between your lips, asking for entrance, at which slides in and tastes your tongue. Between your boyfriend's solid hold and the arm around your hips, dizziness begins to envelop you, intoxicated by Jake’s sudden movements. 

The kiss ends with Jake softly pulling back, before nudging your head to rest against his chest. “Don't be a hypocrite, would you? Last time I checked you were hitting on a man as well,”

You could practically feel Jake’s burning smirk. You can't help but stand in shock, face as warm as it has been this whole night, and shifting slightly to bury your face deeper into Jake’s embrace. Your boyfriend chuckles lightly, before turning back to the man. “But this one is taken, so why don't you kindly fuck off?” 

The man choked on his words, before slamming a couple of bills onto the bar and storming out of the bar. The sound of the door shifting relieves your tension, slowly raising your head. Your eyes meet your boyfriend, a warm smile on his lips. He raises a hand and pushes a couple of stray fringes, arranging them back properly into your hairstyle. 

“Thank you, Jake. That guy is way over his head. You did all of us a favor,” Penny’s voice snaps you out and you move slightly apart from Jake, though you already miss his warmth. Jake laughs and shakes his head.

“All in a day's work, Penny,” He winks, quickly snatching your refill and his beer, before turning to walk back to the squad table. You nod a thanks towards Penny before catching up to Jake, bumping his side. He moves his arms, exaggerating as if he was going to drop the beverages. 

“Whoah! Careful princey,” He chuckles, swaying slightly. 

You roll your eyes fondly. “I had him, y’know,” 

“Oh I know baby,” You snap to his face, eyes sharp, which makes Jake let out another surprised laugh. “I mean it! I do! I don't doubt that you’d probably sock that guy in the face,”

“But we’re not trying to get kicked out by our dear Penny, right?” He raises an expectant brow, which makes you huff, a small smile tugging at the edge of your lips. The two of you slide back into your previous seats, discreetly shuffling to press against your boyfriend. You knew he simply smiled, wrapping an arm around your middle. What you didn't expect was his breath fanning against your neck as he leaned in.

“Besides, I don't get many chances to show others you're mine.” 

Your face heats. Scrambling to push Jake’s mouth away from getting any closer. The room suddenly grew hotter, a steady stream of arousal moving through your body. “Jake…”

Jake laughs, patting your shoulder lightly. There's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, most likely from the liquor. “I know, Robin! I know!”

His laugh cuts short, before that devilish smirk is back on your boyfriend's enticing lips. “Later, then…” 

Requests are open! (slow res)

[oya-oya-okay]

🔆anon

For the Sebek/Jamil stuff, I made a whole rant before, so I’ll try not to directly copy word for word here

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First, Kalim and Silver are friends-ish. They hang out enough and think positively of each other. So them meeting as well probably wouldn’t be a stretch. But in their ceremonial robes vignettes (both Jamil and Sebek’s I think) they interact and hate each other.

But they’re kinda forced to tag along since Sebek c a n’ t leave Silver alone and Jamil literally can’t leave Kalim. They’re only friendly begrudgingly (tho more so Jamil sense Sebek sees “human”). Jamil doesn’t understand why Sebek won’t shut up and Sebek doesn’t understand why Jamil won’t speak up, also why Jamil won’t see Malleus’s greatness.

Yet at the same time, the click. They both take things seriously and plan out their moves, even if Sebek is brash and Jamil is overly cautious. They’re only friendly are able to bounce ideas off each other easily and get an intelligent response back, just from someone with a very different world view. And they get used to each other, talking more and more as they make sure their “friends” don’t die.

Eventually they get kinda close and even kinda cuddly, but you point it out and they jump back blushing and deny everything. But eventually Sebek also starts helping with Kalim and Jamil ends up getting used to Malleus and Lilia while making sure Silver doesn’t pass out in a dangerous spot.

As they talk more, they get more genuine and learn each other’s points of view and why it happened. Each also learning about the other’s culture and gaining respect for it, starting to incoperate the other’s as they spend more time together.

Then eventually, after a bit more poking from those around them (Silver, Kalim, Malleus, Lilia) they realize their feelings and it hits them both like a truck. They’re both crushing hard and neither can get out. They try not to act weird around each other, but fail. Luckily, the other person is too occupied by their own behavior to notice the other.

Finally, others push them, they admit feelings, and yay dating!

Though some people get super confused they’re dating, especially since they aren’t overly pda or talk about each other outside of select things, like cuddling or random moments of gushing.

I’d imagine they start some habits together too, though my main ideas rn are Jamil teaching Sebek to dance and Sebek learning to braid Jamil’s hair.

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA❤️💥❤️💥❤️💖💕💖💕💖💥❤️💕💕💖💕💖💖💕💖💖💕 IT'S REALLY VERY VERYYY ADORABLEEE AND CUTEEEE😭😭😭💗💖💗💖💗💗💖

I ADORE THIS VERY MUCHHHHH❤️❤️❤️💓💓💓💓💕💕💕💗💗💗 SO SOOO GOOODDDDD😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[the-fengverse]

Bad day (Vent incoming)

soooo….

last night was my schools Senior Lock-In. I went and had a blast. We had Panda Express, played Jousting, a small inflatable obstacle course, laser tag, played Hide and Seek (during which I accomplished my mission of scaring my teachers and we also almost accidentally forgot a kid who managed to hide for nearly 2 rounds) , watched movies, had video games, arts and crafts, karaoke, and yes some sleep (it was like only 1-2hrs tho since the karaoke people were LOUD and LONG) along with breakfast (pancakes with hot chocolate). During the lock-in, we were allowed to have snacks, tho I only had 2 chocolate pop tarts (that I slightly roasted next to our controlled fire pit thingy) since I had a giant plate of chow mein, shrimp, and orange chicken. (I didn’t eat dinner at home since I knew they’d be giving us panda.)

so since I DID NOT eat any snacks, I took a bunch and brought them back home with me, thinking ‘oh I’ll just put them in a bag and put that bag on the table so that my bio mom HaS to follow our Table Rule. Now, the Table Rule is that if I, Feng, have snacks, then I’ll put them on the kitchen table to let my bio mom know ‘hey these are my snacks don’t touch them pls!’ Since ever since I can remember, she’s never let me have any of the fun/more junk food snacks. Like sure, she’ll LeT me have a bag of chips every once in a while, or LeT me have a small piece of candy, but I have to hide that bag of chips or piece of candy then manage to keep it long enough to put it on the table. Of course, most of my snacks that I usually get from the store or parties or whatever get taken away by my bio mom the minute my back is turned for even a millisecond.

ok where was I? Oh right. So when I DiD get home, all of my snacks were still in my backpack (that I took to take my pillow). Since I got home early (7:30) ish) and my bio mom was still asleep + my bedroom was locked (my lil sis slept in there) I got my blanket and my pillow from my blanket and slept on the couch, thinking that my snacks are safe in my backpack for the time being. Next thing I know, I go to sleep for a few hours and wake up to my bio mom GOInG THROUGH MY BACKPACK, GETTING MY SNACKS, AND GIVING THEM TO MY UNCLE SO HE CAN THROW THEM AWAY OUTs oN HIS WAY OUT! It took me a minute to realize what was happening but i was too late. My snacks were gone.

‘It’s for your own good’ my bio mom said when I asked why the hell she did that. ‘If I let you have them then you’ll just get fat’ she said (for context I am only a bit chubby but am starting to drink more water and do at least 15 min of walkies every day). What followed was me getting my computer, getting onto a doc, and writing out a Como fort fix for myself bc this wasn’t about the snacks damnit! You see, I am a hoarder, mainly a snack one bc I’ve never really been able to have my own snacks. It does not help that I have been living in a toxic home environment for the past 18 years of my life and scared to speak up bc of my learned helplessness. It also does not help that my mental health is shaky at best.

as I said, this wasn’t about my snacks. Me crying my eyes out as I wrote my comfort fic for about 2-3+ hours wasn’t about my snacks, well it was but the main thing wasn’t. The main thing is that in my 18 years of living with these humans who I am forced to call my birth family, I have never had privacy or respect or anything that wasn’t school related or hobby related to my name. Snacks? Taken and thrown in the garbage. Any form of privacy in my room? Nope, my bedroom door is forced open. Respect? Nope, I get yelled at and berated by my bio mom on a nearly daily basis save for when I have a ‘good’ day. I was crying bc I want stability, privacy, safety, and most importantly, a family who cares about me, my emotions, and my mental health. I want to know what’s that’s like so I let my characters have it, I give it to them 10 fold. don’t get me wrong, my bio parents do care but they only care about my looks and my grades. When im sick, im not given words of comfort, just medicine and told that I’ll be fine in a few hours. I’m not allowed to have snacks, I’m not allowed to have anything under a B, I’m not allowed any privacy, I’m not allowed to wear what I want to wear, I’m not allowed to cry, I’m not alllowed to smile, I’m not allowed to be myself. What I am allowed is to play Doll for my bio mom. I don’t like it. I’m sick and tired of being her Doll, of being her disabled girl whose chasing the American Dream for her birth parents.

I’m tired, emotionally drained as I always am when im with my birth family. I literally spent my whole day just crying and sleeping, with me only just now getting to eat 2 simple ham sandwiches. Sorry if this is all over the place, I just needed to get this off my chest and just need a hug. Or just someone to say they care…

(And this all without going into how because of her, I’m scared I’ll break sooner rather than later)

[harmonious-concord]

Hiyaaa ! Welcome to yet another CCCC Ask/RP Blog ! Run by @junos-cacophony , this is my own interpretations and stuffs of HMSW + Love Interest :3

More stuff under the cut :)

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Some stuff about ‘em !!:

THEY ARE RELATED YES IM CHANGING THINGS AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE

Heart / Juno / Artemis - Bigender (Transmasc, NB, Moongender), Panromantic Asexual, They/It and Moon/Moons/Moonself pronouns , youngest - 19

Mind / Apollo - Bigender (Libramasc, Robotgender, Sungender), Pansexual, He/It pronouns, 20-ish

Soul / Atlas - Stargender, (Violently) Aroace, Star/Starz/Starzelf pronouns, 22-ish

Whole / CJ / Harmonia - Cis, Pansexual, He/Him pronouns, eldest - 23-ish

Melody (Love Interest) - Cishet, She/They pronouns, Whole’s love interest and blah blah blah , 23

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Rules and other stuff you need to know before sending in an ask / before requesting a RP !!:

~ No NSFW. Jokes and innuendos are fine (as long as there’s a tone tag cause i’m too autistic to understand something without one)

Here’s the chart of who’s mostly okay with sex jokes/innuendos and who’s not. (0 being the least and 10 being the highest) :: >Heart (0) >Mind (2) >Soul (8) >Whole (4) >Melody (6)

~ I may not respond ! It’s either I’m too busy or too lazy ! Very sorry if I don’t ..

~ If something needs a trigger warning , I’ll put two (2) tags. One that’s says “tw __” and the other that’s just the warning. (Ex. #tw gun mention #gun mention)

~ Sometimes I'll add some drawings and sometimes I'll not! It usually depends tho ~~ I switch between digital and traditional a lot so yeah

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[ask-dare-my-bbieal-au]

hi hello! uhh new ask blog this is new i’m new to this help me hidjdjjskd

main: @churrothezanyrabbit (mostly active-ish there)

i have a discord, feel free to ask for it in messages!

for this blog, and especially due to me being new, asks won’t be answered right away at the beginning, and may take some time, so please be patient with me! (i’m begging for my autistic ass cuz i’ll get stressed out 😭🙏)

rules/dni’s for this blog!!

dni!!

basic dni, y’know, the obvious

dni if you are ableist, homophobic/transphobic, pedophile/pedo supporter, incest-liker/incest supporter, and y’know just the basics just DON’T BE A FUCKING JERK, and no fetish shit ew/lh

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rules!!

don’t send nsfw asks (dirty jokes are fine, just don’t make them too explicit)

magic anons are allowed just don’t do weird shit like turning a kid into an adult just so you can like them (bc if you like a child character, example being suzy[aka playtime], you’re getting mcfucking BLOCKED YOU WEIRDO), otherwise typical normal (i use that term lightly) magic asks are fine

for the love of dr reflex don’t do any m!preg asks bc to me that counts as an nsfw ask and i will not do it

no fetish art i’m not doing that it’s a nono for me (doesn’t count as nsfw, like what you want as long as it isn’t illegal but don’t bring it to me please/lh)

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things i WILL do!

draw (obv, possibly commissions but it depends)

post randomly bc i’m weird like that or im just bored

draw blood/gore/etc (but if it’s heavy i’ll prob censor it, bc ofc, people have triggers and i don’t want to disrespect them, tho if it’s light or whatever i’ll post it)

constantly give new headcanons to the characters (i’m autistic let me do my thing and you do yours without being a dick)

have sporadic on-and-off moments (as in i might not post for a hot while and then have this sudden spur of posting stuff quickly)

attempt to draw oc’s and such (as long as they’re not complicated)

draw other baldi’s OF COURSE :D (as long as they’re not problematic or too hard to draw 🥲🙏)

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things i WON’T do!

draw nsfw (obv)

post uncensored heavy gore

have any minor (y’know, like kid) characters do anything normal wear anything even remotely sexual in any way shape or form

accept asks relating to any political stuff or anything in the irl world (this world is purely fictional, and this is partly comfort for me to escape reality, so please don’t 🫶)

NO M!PREG I’M STATING IT TWICE

ship oc x canon/draw it (sorry it is just weird to me a little bit, ofc i have no problem with it but i don’t want it on this blog, respectfully! however i’ll be willing to draw said oc :3 …if it isn’t complicated 🥲)

interact with problematic content/au’s/other stuff (and if there is any other stuff that is problematic please let me know asap cuz i don’t want to support problematic creators!)

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reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

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my version of baldi is shipped with my partner’s version of baldi, who is named harris. if you are interested in princibaldi, baldiflex, or princibaldiflex or whatever else you ship then, don’t come to this blog, please. if anything, i’ll be posting it on my main, which is up there! i like those 3 ships, ofc, but i won’t be doing them here./lh

i will not stand for negativity and hate towards this blog, and if you send me an ask directed with hate towards me and/or my versions of the characters anonymously, i will not be answering you. if you don’t like it, get out and block me or something because i’m not taking shit from nobody.

i use tone tags! (please use them back i’m begging)

finally, take the boye!!

the polymorph who is indeed only 4’11”….. (will give other info later)

Phineas King Baldimore!

(he/they)

[noxacolyte]

pinned post because i’m just feeling so talkative this morning 🌸

🪷 general info:

- 24, afab, american, married, shitty writer ;)

- i work a full time job and have a terrible lack of motivation so posts will be sporadic and inconsistent

- nsfw and cw will be tagged, but also consume content at your own risk, your social media habits are yours alone, blah blah you have free will

- uhhhhh general dni content, i suppose. i have no tolerance for bullshit, take that as you will.

- new(ish?) destiny player that has just consumed so much lore content and needs somewhere to dump the brainrot

🌷 acc info:

- will most likely turn into a blog because i can’t shut up but i will try to post my writing if people wanna see it

- typically good at keeping shit organized with my tags but i’m sure more will come about the more used to tumblr i get/content i put out

- i have a couple of ocs, but since destiny is about the only thing i can sit down and consistently write, that’s what ive turned this account into

- feel free to ask about my other ocs tho i luv to talk about them <3

- i have little bits drafted for other ocs, but if i ever decide to post them they’ll be tagged accordingly

- kakashi is the only exception, he will 100% make it into my content but like have you seen him can you blame me?????

🌺 destiny info ;)

- big big eris morn fan (season of heresy brought me back i can’t help it)

- other favs include savathun (auntie savvie), crow (obv if you spend 0.5 seconds here), cayde (rip the homie), and failsafe (that’s my girl she cracks me up)

- started playing with my now-husband during lightfall and have since completed almost every available DLC/campaign to do :)

- prismatic hunter main (tho i use my titan a lot too) w pink armor

- graviton lance enjoyer (bungie is feeding us rn 🙏🏼🙏🏼)

- mostly pve but i’ll play crucible every now and then

[iloveslllycatss]

i need YOUR help !

i have 2 crushes and i need u guys to choose who to go for SO PLS HELP

— LUCY (my codename for him)

basically lucy is someone i’ve had a crush on for about 3 years now, for physical description i’ll give a brief one: tall, curlyhead, hispanic, and a little skinny.

he’s athletic and FUNNY AS FUCK. (and a fatass)

basically me and lucy have been friends for a long time and we did have a talking stage last year but i got grounded and we stopped talking, he’s in one my pe and he plays basketball in it (he’s really athletic, he plays american and non american football/futbol, track and basketball)

he’s known for actin a lil fruity w his friends and being funny n attractive and alla that

the only problem is…. a BUNCHHHH of girls like him, and he dated 2 of my friends in the past (they don’t care), and he’s like VERYY popular.

he smokes 🍃 and he’s a fatass. i’m talking MAJOR fatass. this dude makes me buy him a second school lunch and then eats it up as if it’s good……. 😟

also side note he be walking like this in the hallways bro 😭 :

BRO 😭

i really like him and i can imagine us together, i can imagine him making me laugh and shit and alla that yk?

— DEE(z nuts) (another codename)

OKAY SO dee is a new kid at my school, for a physical description he’s tall, hawaiian, long-ish curly hair that’s medium brownish, and he’s tan and skinny (like lucy)

i’ve had a crush on dee for like a week or something, and i have one class with him (pe..) and he plays volleyball with me (AND HES SO GOOD AT IT TOO.)

he’s athletic and cute but he’s like a quiet boy kinda, he only talks when talked to or if he has a question

but fr tho, this dude can RUN. he’s FAST AS FUCKKKK (he prolly pulled in elementary when all the girls wanted the fastest boy 😭)

our assigned seats on the bleachers are next to eachother and he talks to me sometimes

he also is really funny and i think he smokes 🍃 (i’m not sure bc he didn’t give me a clear answer when i asked him)

he’s nice tho and is pretty cute and i could see myself with him

GUYS IF U HAVE ADVICE FOR ME OR ANYTHING PLS COMMENT IT OR DM BC THIS IS A NECESSITY .

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