#it's always sunny in seasoning city

[lambdraws]

You know what? I like you

*adds some fat to your teen Mac*

[lambsmain]

this only makes sense to three people but thats the way i like it tbh

[kennysaysthings]

I am very happy with this joke

So Charlie had to be in the trunk of the car because he has a fear of leaving Philly (I think it’s been awhile since I’ve rewatched this one)

Okay and now…

They are going to the countryside of Philly (still Philly) so he’s fine being in the car. What is wrong with him.

[iguanodont]

Introducing a new birg culture, and the reason the Twowi go to such lengths to cross the icy equator with their cargoes of rare metal and pungent gall-spice. The Ss’wassoum are a wealthy empire based on the far southern coast, where the sea-ice melts more quickly in the spring and its people first built their wealth on the sea-harvest. Their language is heavy on harmonized syllables, which lends their speech a distinctive musical quality. Family units are smaller than the fiercely clannish Twowi, and the gender divide is less rigid, though still distinctly matriarchal. Some of their most lucrative raw exports are refined tree-plastics and sea-silk, which is valued for fine textiles.

While the Twowi run on highly specialized industrial clan-towns, the Ss’wassoum exist in more diverse cities, though the class divide is impossible to ignore. The nobility are loud of dress and voice, with their ornate refined plastic head-dresses, vividly patterned veils, and resonators worn over the rear spiracles to enhance their voices. But despite all the attention they draw to themselves, their faces are always covered; to be perceived as gray-furred mortals akin to any commoner is inconceivable. They walk the streets as living demigods. Just below the nobility are the merchant class, which may approach their influence in wealth and education but are legally barred from the elaborate headwear and home exteriors of their superiors. Instead they adorn the insides of their homes with the latest in art and technology, particularly elaborate electric light fixtures crafted from imported Twowi metal. Commoners wear little at all in the sunny months, save for the occasional beaded sash and brass mandible-cuffs. Sailors and other hard laborers frequently adorn their bodies with scarified and dyed patterns to mark themselves for the goodwill of protective gods.

The Ss’wassoum government does implement a standardized education system of sorts, though only those of the upper class can test or pay their way into the finest schools, where they can master the high dialect and the art of Opinion. Historically, etiquette laws forbade the discussion of controversial topics in public spaces; these were reserved for halls of judgement. The rule is more of a social taboo these days, but an ancient loophole ruled that written forms of debate could be presented anywhere, and with the subsequent invention of movable type, a colorful written debate culture flourished. Wherever there is a public bulletin, a cafe wall, a blank space where people gather, you fill find posted essays on anything from the hypocrisy of the noble class to a long winded treatise on the merits of toe-biter clams. It is not uncommon for a debate topic to outlive the original essayists, as hills are chosen to literally die on are then proudly upheld by the writer’s descendants. So ingrained into Ss’wassoum society is this debate culture, that committed debate rivals may be legally recognized as a marriage-like partnership. Though the Ss’wassoum carry no expectations of monogamy to a reproductive partner, the correlation between rivalry and mating season partners does not go unnoticed. As a general rule, a worldly and strongly opinionated individual is more attractive.

Big thanks to @primalmuckygoop for pitching so many great ideas for these guys, including most of the lore on their debate culture, and the very name of this civilization!

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[uniteds]

stuff that happened in the 2022/2023 football season that should send us into a coma but we’re too desensitized:

1. the whole ass world cup in the middle of the season. what was that

2. manchester united sacking ronaldo and announcing a sale of the club in the middle of the world cup

3. ronaldo getting dropped at the world cup and his replacement scoring a hattrick immediately after

4. keeping up with the belgians (world cup edition)

5. keeping up with the belgians (courtois saying he doesn’t respect kdb after stealing his missus)

6. ronaldo stans beefing with a little moroccan girl

7. the kingdom of saudi arabia buying newcastle united and then telling the premier league that they didn’t and the premier league going “oh okay if you say so”

8. megan thee stallion being romelu lukaku’s date to lautaro martinez’s wedding

9. pique cheating on shakira and then shakira releasing a diss track about it

10. shakira figuring out pique cheated on her because someone ate her strawberry jam and pique doesn’t eat strawberry jam

11. apparently the girl pique cheated on shakira with (clara) cheating on pique with pep

12. wagatha christie libel case

13. real madrid dropping a video accusing barcelona of fascism and the government of cataluyna getting involved

14. the pope coming out as a manchester united fan

15. the one napoli fan that basically made zielinski strip on the pitch

16. mount vesuvius park shutting down because napoli fans wanted to fake an eruption as a celebration

17. frank lampard taking everton into a relegation battle, getting sacked, and then taking chelsea into a relegation battle

18. on that note: chelsea were in a relegation scrap and finished 12th

19. mourinho lost his first ever european final to sevilla europa league black magic

20. whatever the fuck borussia dortmund did on the last day of the bundesliga season

21. anthony martial’s ex wife chasing his first wife down a french motorway with a baby in the passenger seat

22. psg suspending messi because he took an unsanctioned trip to saudi arabia and then unsuspending him two days later because they didn’t want people talking about geopolitics

23. the absolutely bizarre messi apology video released by psg

24. spurs refunding their fans’ tickets after being embarrassing

25. pep’s heartbreak over the fact julia roberts is a manchester united fan

26. chelsea scored one goal in the month of april

27. chelsea and spurs had six managers between them and won one match combined between march and april

28. mourinho fighting anthony taylor after the europa league final

29. milan derby in the ucl for the first time since 2005

30. luis enrique saying he’s cool with the spanish players having sex during the world cup as long as they’re not having orgies

31. luis enrique saying he doesn’t have sex anymore unless his wife wants to

32. man city charged with 115 counts of financial doping and trying to get the barrister in charge disqualified because he’s an arsenal fan

33. mourinho wire-taping himself to catch referees being corrupt

34. ryan reynolds and mac from it’s always sunny in philadelphia buying a football club and that football club getting promoted

35. pele died rip

36. women football awards sponsored by shein and klarna having a category for “male football ally of the year” and it’s just random men that went to one (1) women’s game

37. barcelona negreia case (how do you say calciopoli in catalan?)

38. infantino saying he feels gay, african, like a migrant worker, disabled, arab, and qatari

39. infantino saying he was oppressed as a child because he was ginger and italy is not safe for gingers

40. david alaba’s father in law getting arrested for being one the leaders of a far right group plotting to overthrow the german government

41. richarlison being tumblr’s it girl for a month and then not scoring a goal for the next four

42. juventus being in the middle of another corruption scandal and being docked points because of it

43. two teams getting investigated by the british government for playing football the weekend the queen died

44. gavi getting a yellow card in the first minute of a football match

45. pogba’s brother was arrested by french authorities for being part of a group-organized extortion attempt against pogba

46. richarlison getting a tattoo of neymar’s face and neymar paying him 30k to get it removed

47. iker casillas coming out, puyol implying they had a thing, and both of them retracting it in the most misha collins way possible.

48. sane and mane fight

49. zlatan retired from football

50. barca withholding about 50 million in wages from their players and somehow frenkie still didn’t want to join manchester united

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Humming a tune (writing)

Evelyn notices the farmers both seem to sometimes hum to themselves SO she decides to approach the male farmer and ask what tune he's humming in order to get to know him better.

Word count: 1,378 words (so medium I guess)

Characters: Evelyn and Mask Farmer.

Vibe: nice and wholesome moments :) I'm not really experienced in writing but I'll do my best to make it coherent, enjoy! :D and with pictures!

A lovely spring and sunny day welcomed the valley. Evelyn tends to the town square flowers, putting care and attention to each one.

It's the town's flowers after all. The people in the valley need to be represented properly!

It was nice to be out in the center of the town square on days like this. It allowed her to greet anyone who went through, give them a big warm smile, and catch up about what was happening that day. It was also nice to be able to bathe in the sun's warmth and reminisce on the past and how the valley had changed over the years. In came the male farmer with focused eyes, dedicated to a goal in his mind, ignoring everything around him. She could tell he was passing even with her bad vision by the sound of his fast and heavy footsteps, always in a rush. Both the farmers often cross here in the mornings, although Evelyn really only saw the sister out. Both would look at the bulletin board outside of Pierre's shop, check the calendars, and go on with their daily routine but only she would talk to Evelyn and the other townspeople. "Perhaps he's shy," Evelyn thought seeing him walk to the Help Wanted board. He greeted her once when they both first arrived in Pelican Town and he hasn't talked to her since then...or anyone besides for transactional reasons it seemed. Evelyn's face grew sad at the thought. The poor boy was ignored by everyone or treated as an anomaly to be feared and avoided. It didn't seem to bother the farmer but her heart could not let it be. "The flowers can be tended later, it was about time someone bothered to try and have a nice conversation with him" Evelyn thought. She began to walk towards the farmer who was still reading the Help Wanted note and noticed he was humming something. Thinking about it now, the farmers both tend to hum a tune to themselves. It's almost never the same song and seems to change throughout the seasons. "Excuse me, dear" she asked beside the farmer "May I ask what tune you are humming?"

The Farmer jolts in shock and turns towards her. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to startle you." Evelyn says apologetically "I was just curious about the songs you hum to yourself, they sound very nice, was it a band back in the city?" He was really expecting anyone to talk to him today so Evelyn's Interruption took him back a bit. He also had a lot to do but her soft genuine smile guilt tripped him to take the time to answer her. "The song doesn't exist." The farmer stated bluntly "Oh"

Not the answer Evelyn was expecting. She had sworn she heard both the farmers hum the same tune.

Very curious she continued "So did you come up with the tune?" "No" the Farmer responds "I hear them In my head." Evelyn's confused expression let him know it made no sense to her but he couldn't really find another way to explain it besides being direct and honest. Maybe he should have lied, he thought. His sister did all the time to explain weird things like this but her genuine curiosity stopped him from lying to her face. Could he really lie to sweet little granny Evelyn? Evelyn saw the farmer's face slightly turn from her in shame. She didn't really understand the answer but she didn't want him to feel ashamed of his response so she softly said "It's ok. I don't need to understand it, do you like the songs? The farmer nods.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, I assume the song changes through the season? do you hear it all the time?" "Yeah..." he responds. She could tell the Farmer was starting to get uncomfortable with her questions so she tried to ease his nerves. "You know...your grandpa used to do the same thing too" The farmer looks at her in surprise "It's true!" she exclaims Evelyn begins to walk to the town flowers gesturing for the farmer to follow. The farmer does so.

"When he used to run the farm, he would whistle songs to himself while he worked" Evelyn reminisced. "Your grandpa used to say he would hear the valley singing to him, he would call it a superpower! Not many of us understood what he meant but by the sounds of it, I guess it was passed down to you"

The farmer smiles and chuckles at the idea. Their Grandpa did used to whistle a lot on the farm. It was only a faint memory since both he and his sister were so young when they used to visit. In a sense, the valley was singing to them.

"If it's not too much, could you hum a bit of the song you hear?" she asked The farmer paused for a second. He looked slightly at the sky and listened. He did his best to match the tune but it was difficult when there was more than one instrument to hum in his head.

Evelyn listened internally and cheered for the farmer once he had stopped. She could tell he was embarrassed by it but genuinely flattered. "You have a very lovely voice dear, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, oh!-" she interrupted herself. "I heard there was a band in town, maybe you should join, I think you would make a lovely addition!" He knew she was talking about Sam's band but he hadn't really talked to the guy... or anyone in that band. Sometimes he saw Abigail up in the mountains or Sebastian taking a smoke break but never really paid them any attention. He never needed to. Evelyn begins to tend to the flowers as she speaks. "You don't need to if you don't want to. I can tell you don't like to talk much, I don't want to pressure you."

She pauses.

"but I can tell you like to listen" The farmer had never really thought about it that way before... but when you don't say much, the only other choice is to listen to the world around you. "I know not many of us can understand you and I've noticed others treat you differently because of that" Evelyn gently places her hands on top of the farmer's hand. "-but I don't want you to feel like you're not part of the town. You will always be welcomed here...no matter how odd you are"

The farmer softly smiled to Evelyn. "Well," Evelyn exclaimed. "I don't want to hold your day up much longer but If you ever want to talk more about your grandpa or just to hear an old lady ramble about the past, I'm always here for you" The farmer is quiet for a second, taking in her words. "Thank you." He says. "Ohhh, no need to thank me, I haven't done anything, sweetie" She replied but the farmer quickly responded. "You did." Evelyn curiously looked at him confused. "You talked to me."

Evelin's heart was touched beyond words as the farmer leaned down to hug her. She squeezed as hard as her weak arms would allow and stayed there for as long as he needed. But the farmer quickly got up, smiled, and began to walk to the mines. They waved each other goodbye and moved on with their days. The warm moment being over just like that. As the farmer walked up the mountain he began to think. It was only a small moment. It had never really bothered him that the town viewed him as a cryptid. He often reveled in being odd, weird, and feared. He didn't have much of an interest in getting to know anyone. But Granny Evelyn had warmed his heart. Maybe he didn't need to be so cold to everyone. Maybe he should stop by and chat before heading to the mines. It's not like the caves are going anywhere. Maybe... ...he'll stop by and get some cookies :)

[awfcspencer]

Would you be open to writing something with jill roord? Maybe when Jill first gets to Man City, the two hit it off but R is like instantaneously friendzoned and harboring a crush for Jill from maybe facing off against Jill before? So it’s just R keeping their feelingsat bay throughout the entire thing and then maybe a confession? I’m thinking angst, tbh

Friend Zoned? || jill roord x reader

jill roord x mancity!reader

Part 2

prompt: requested!

warnings: angst, crying + anger

a/n: thank you for the request! hope this is what you were looking for! The only thing I did slightly change was the request to add more angst, enjoy!

You remember exactly where you were when you received the message notification that Jill had signed from Wolfsburg to Manchester City. Sat in a low-key cafe trying to finish answering a few emails and some looming coursework before heading off to training. You remember hearing through the grapevine that Jill had requested a transfer, as you tried your best to keep tabs on the Netherlands international that you secretly adored. But you did not expect it to be back in the WSL, definitely did not expect it to be Man City of all possible places. You and Jill were now officially teammates, a mixture of happiness and nervousness raided your body as you left the cafe to make your way to training.

You had first met Jill when you played against her when she was at Arsenal roughly two years ago, distinctly remembering the midfielders eyes. There was something about them that entranced you, you just couldn’t put a finger on why. Marking her the whole game, trying your best to not let her score. She was incredibly good on the ball, being able to move freely around the pitch, defending her was not a light task. The final whistle blew and you started to make your rounds, knowing a few of the Arsenal girls well enough to give a quick hug and a few words.

The last Arsenal girl that you spoke to was Jill. “Good game mate” you tell her, giving her a pat on the back. It amazed you how after 90 minutes of football, she still looked absolutely breathtaking. “Hey thanks, you had me marked the whole game, world class defending.” she happily tells you. Your cheeks blush at her compliment, balancing back and forth on your heals. Sending her a thankful smile you make your way back towards your changing room, but Jill Roord never left your mind. So when you had finally arrived home, you had immediately stalked her social media page and sent her a quick follow. Her returning the favor a few hours later. You and Jill always liked each other posts, silently supporting each other, sometimes you had to stop yourself from hearting them too early as you had her post notifications on, obsessed with her occasional photo dumps where she looked so cute.

You and Jill had then played each other two more times that season, making light chit chat after each game had ended. But after the 2021 season, Jill had left Arsenal and the WSL and joined Wolfsburg in Germany, so you no longer got to see her anymore, much to your despair. That soon about to change though.

You stepped onto the training pitch in Manchester and Jill was already out introducing herself to a few of your teammates, or I guess her new teammates. “Y/N! Hey how are you? It is nice to see you again!” she asked pulling you in for a hug with a large smile on her face. Her strong arms wrapped around your small frame, her hugs were warm, warm like a sunny day, warm like freshly baked cookies. Her smile could light up a dark room. Caught in your thoughts you realized you never answered her, “Oh… um.. yeah I am good yeah thanks yeah.” your words mumble out, embarrassment immediately floods your body, cheeks and ears now burning red. Jill just laughs slightly, her laugh was like an angel singing. But suddenly it is like a god answered your prayers and training had started and you just suddenly ran away from Jill.

You had initially tried to avoid Jill out of pure nervousness mixed with utter embarrassment, but unfortunately and fortunately for you, Jill had picked you as a passing partner. In her mind, it was because she didn’t really know the rest of the girls all that well, other than her international teammate. But for you, maybe she picked you intentionally? Wanting to be partners with you? Clearing your head, you repositioned your mind to focus on getting through training.

After training had commenced, you were taking off your boots at your locker, preparing to shower and then head home when a you felt a light tap on your shoulder, “Want to grab a coffee?” you hear as you are met with Jill asking you. “Yeah of course, I have about five minutes left, I can meet you outside yeah?” you spill out, hoping not to sound too overjoyed, but internally, you were overjoyed, overjoyed to spend some time with the recent transfer that was always occupying your thoughts.

At the coffee shop, you and Jill were able to fall into casual conversations. The first few convos were a bit awkward, but you two quickly were able to get past the initial updates on anything football related. Once your nerves had died down, you found that Jill was an easy person to talk too, talking about everything under the sun or what came to your minds. You had been engaged in the chat you two were having that eventually, the barista had made her way towards your table to let you know that the shop closes in 10 minutes. “Oh we are so sorry, we did not realize how late it had gotten”, looking down at your phone realizing you had been talking for almost three hours, “We are heading out now, thank you!” you explained to the barista.

Walking out with Jill to her car, you bid your farewells, and tell her, “Text me when you get home!”

“How am I supposed to do that when I don’t have your number Y/N” she laughs out. Quickly exchanging numbers and heading back to your car. When you arrived home, roughly six minutes later you received a text message that said, ‘I’m home, thank you for today, see you at training tomorrow 🤍’. Your mouth hung open at your recent message. She had sent a heart. A single white heart. Your brain went wild at the single emoji, did it mean what you thought it did? Was it just a simple emoji? Was it supposed to mean something more? You simply just hearted the message, not wanting to be too forward or send a heart back and confuse the situation further.

Since the coffee shop (date?), you and Jill had quickly become very close, beginning to text more often and now being her designated partner in training. On the coach to away games, you two would sit next to each other and watch movies together, and that typically ended with Jill falling asleep on your shoulder as you would run your fingers through her hair, soft snores fell from her mouth. Jill looked incredibly peaceful when she was sleeping, it was as if nothing else mattered in that moment, just watching Jill sleep. Taking mental images as you wanted to remember this sweet little moment, just you and her. In this moment, you knew you had fallen for Jill, desperately hoping she felt the same way. You had also now given her your own little nickname, Jilly. Jill absolutely adored it and you loved the way she lit up when you called her it.

The season was drawing near the large Christmas break, almost a month of relaxation and no football. In the changing room, conversations had struck on how everyone planned to spend their little vacation, going around the room explaining future plans. When it was Jill’s turn to go, you had expected her say that she was planning on returning to the Netherland’s to visit her family, but her next words cut you like a knife. “I am meeting my girlfriend’s parents.” Her words echoed in your brain. Girlfriend. Jill just said girlfriend. Jill has a girlfriend. Your immediate thoughts were confusing, when did Jill get a girlfriend? What was everything that had happened between you and Jill? You went from being so critically in love with Jill to feeling nothing but dirty and used. Were you and Jill just friends? Friends don’t spend countless hours talking and messaging, friends don’t cuddle each other on the coach, friends don’t look at each other like you and Jill look at each other. Or maybe it was all in your head?

It felt like the wind has been knocked out of you. You heart breaking in a million tiny pieces. Your face dropped immediately, the color in your face disappearing. Your mind and brain felt fuzzy, the word ‘girlfriend’ fluttered through your head. Tears were desperately trying to fight their way out, but you kept them in. The conversation around you continued though, getting to you, you were so caught up in your thoughts that you had not heard them ask you your plans.

A gently push on the shoulder broke you from your crippling thoughts, until you saw it was Jill. You quickly shift away from her and answer, “Just going to spend time with family.” you mutter out, desperately wishing this conversation would end and you could leave. You quickly collect your belongings and make a direct beeline for the exit. Jill’s voice asking out to wait on her fell on deaf ears as you were already out the door. Making it all the way to your car before you break out in a complete sob.

In the next few days, you try and avoid Jill like the plague. Arriving at training early to get ready so you didn’t have to see her in the changing room. You had picked a new partner for drills, chalking it up to get some different practice for the upcoming last game before break. Jill’s text messages had also gone unanswered, radio silence from you. You had been getting less sleep, and were seemingly always in a sad state, the overwhelming emotions have being utterly friend zoned.

Jill had immediately noticed your sudden change, worried and confused. She doesn’t remember upsetting you, but you were definitely angry with her. She had tried to talk to you at training but you always seemed uninterested in whatever she had to say. Her text messages to you were left on delivered. Her last straw was when she got on the coach and you were sat next to Lauren, sharing headphones, discussing what movie you two were going to watch. This cut Jill deep, you were supposed to be her bus partner. She especially enjoyed when she could fall asleep on your shoulder.

The confusion has subsided and now Jill was just angry, trying to rack her brain to figure out what she did to make so deeply upset. The whole way to the game, Jill was mixed with hurt and worry, coming to the conclusion that she had really screwed things up. Getting off the bus, she grabs her belongings and head towards the changing rooms, desperate to find a second to talk to you.

Getting ready for a football game for you was simple, a ritual you followed every game day. You were working on your hair in the private bathroom mirror when you hear a knock at the door. Without even thinking, you quickly unlock it and let the unknown guest in. Much to your dismay, Jill was hurdling through the door.

“What do you want Jill” you asked monotoned, trying your best to be this close to her, not having her this close since the revelation of her break plans just a few days ago. Avoiding eye contact at all costs, knowing if you fall back into those eyes, you will be heart broken all over again.

Jill was immediately hurt when you said her full name, usually you always used your nickname for her when you spoke to her. “What is the matter with you Y/N. One day we are good and the next suddenly you act as if I don’t exist? Avoiding me at training, finding a new bus partner, not answering my texts?” she questions out, hoping to finally resolve this confusing situation.

“I really don’t want to talk about this Jill. I need to finish getting ready.” you say as you shift around her to put the finishing touches on your hair. Not wanting to have this conversation minutes before you need to be on the pitch.

“No. This isn’t fair to me, please tell me what I did Y/N. Please tell me what I did to make you hate me.” she shouted out.

“I don’t hate you Jill, I could never hate you.” you confessed out quietly. You were now getting frustrated, how dare she make you feel like this and then expect you to explain why you are avoiding her. She broke your heart. She physically ripped your heart out and stomped on it. She so casually hurt you so bad and she didn’t even know how.

“Then why the sudden change?” Her eyes begged for the answer as you look towards her.

“Because….. I am in love with you!” you yell towards her, “But you have a girlfriend” you quickly breathed out as you leave the bathroom, lightly pushing past her.

[kazroze]

happy new year everybody ✨

my weather app says it feels like -26°c outside so i thought - why not visit sunny & warm sulani in game to make myself feel better about the absolutely horrid winter we're having. so i hope you enjoy this fully playtested thrift and bubble tea store as much as i did & have fun playing!

tangled thriftea in sulani NO CC thrift and bubble tea store 50,721 § 20x20

DOWNLOAD tray files: simfileshare | google drive gallery id: catwort

more info under the cut!

for this lot you will need the following:

eps - get to work, get together, city living, cats & dogs, seasons, island living, eco lifestyle, snowy escape, cottage living, high school years, growing together;

gps - dine out, parenthood, jungle adventure, dream home decorator, werewolves;

sps: - toddler, laundry day, paranormal;

kits - holiday celebration, desert luxe, everyday clutter, basement treasures.

@vanillafinds @public-ccfinds @maxismatchccworld @sssvitlanz as always, thanks for sharing if you do! <3

[azulock]

Day one is here! Starting off with Kaiser's trip to the Christmas Market! Hope yall like it, and lets have a good Christmas season.

summary. when Kaiser got you to spend the holidays with him in Germany, the first thing he planned was a trip to the Christmas Market. it was supposed to be magical, a movie like sight of snow and sparkling lights. well, sadly for him, it seemed like the weather had different plans.

pairing.Michael Kaiser x Reader

wordcount. 894 words

1. Christmas Market - Michael Kaiser

The late afternoon sun shone over the Berlin skies, its light cut by some scattered clouds in the firmament, its heat not enough to warm the dry air around, especially against the chilly winds. Still, it was a sunny day, a beautiful one, or it would be, if it wasn't happening in the middle of December, when it should be snowing already. This was the strangest winter Kaiser had seen yet - and fuck, the news kept reminding him it would only get stranger in the future. But god, did it have to be like this right in the year he'd managed to bring you to spend the season with him?

Honestly, he had planned this day to be completely different. It was supposed to be snowing, like it always did. A beautiful cover of fluffy white snow blanketing the floor and the roof of every building around. He'd walk with you through it, hand in hand, a picture perfect trip to the Christmas Market. Except, that's not what happened.

From the moment you arrived at the airport, his bad luck started. The route he'd take back to his place was closed, so he had to drive you through a longer one. One that passed by the Christmas Market itself. That was something he wanted to avoid, because you'd never been to one, and he wanted to give you a surprise.

So long to that, the minute your eyes caught sight of the place through the window, he knew his plan was fucked. You got excited and insisted you wanted to go. But it wasn't snowing, and he wanted to wait, just so he could give you that movie like experience. Though, he wasn't able to make you wait for long, quickly running out of excuses not to take you there. Soon enough, he just had to - even though the weather wasn't helping.

Kaiser was broken out of his thoughts when you tugged on his sleeve, pulling him back to reality just in time to find your sparkling gaze turned to him. Well, at least you seemed to be enjoying the trip, despite the still muddy ground from last night's rain, his favorite mulled wine stall being closed, and the long line you were facing for the ferris wheel. You smiled at him, beaming as you clutched his arm, and things felt at least a little better, at least at this moment.

The line moved again and Kaiser looked forward to see it was almost your turn to get in. He smiled, trying to match your energy, but still wincing when a cold wind pushed some clouds in front of the sun, graying the sky above - this was not good. You were making small talk about something as you got in, taking your seats, and Kaiser was trying to listen, he really was, but he couldn't take his mind off of how not to plan this was going. And now, it was threatening to rain again - god, you'd probably remember this as one mediocre date.

Slowly but surely, the ferris wheel made its way around, taking the both of you from the ground to the very top, from where you could see a good chunk of the city. You stopped talking for a minute, looking out of the window deep in thought, and for that moment, Kaiser's mind filled with the deep rooted fear of disappointing you. What he'd wanted for the day was something more, something better, something to be remembered - it was supposed to be important and magical. Well, today was everything but.

Calling out your name he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, trying to at least distract you from the gray filling the sky above. And maybe, to distract himself from how disappointing this whole thing was being. Your lips touched and his hand found your gloved one, lacing your fingers together. You stayed like this for a while until the wheel finished the rest of it's turn, bringing you both back down to the ground. Getting out, you pulled Kaiser by the hand, ready to go check the rest of the stalls that you hand't seen yet. That's when disaster truly struck, the sky above dark and heavy, cut by a flash of light right before rain fell heavy from the sky. Kaiser cursed loudly from behind you, angrily damning the weather.

"Michael, love, it's ok," you tried soothing his frustration, pulling you both towards shelter.

"No, it's not," he shot back, sneering in rage, "I'm so sorry, schnecke," Kaiser sighed in a defeated tone as he took your hands in his, "this day was supposed to be perfect, but it's been just mediocre."

You couldn't help but laugh, giggling as you poked his cheek when he looked at you in suspicion. "Oh, the drama. I don't know about you, Mihya, but I've had a lot of fun. Thank you," you catch him by surprise with a tender kiss on his lips, and it's like Kaiser finally takes a breath he has been holding for a long while.

Yeah, it wasn't perfect, but you were happy, and in the end, that's what mattered. Sure, he wanted it to be picture perfect so he could pull out the ring weighing heavy on his pocket, but it could wait for when you were at home, warm and safe from the rain.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez

[lambdraws]

*Slaps teen Charlie* I can put this guy in so many outfits

*puts him in a green jacket and torn jeans*

[drarryspecificrecs]

2023.12 ~ Top 5 longest fics posted on AO3

1. The Man Who Forgot by @slightweasel [E, 250k]

►After ten years of marriage, Harry forgets. The more things change, the more Draco Malfoy is still up to something.

2. Conjuring Cupid by @sugarplum-senpai [M, 89k]

►Two decades after Hogwarts, Harry's toy shop is ready for the busiest season of the year. Bolstered with an ever-growing work list, plenty of tea, and a sentient puppet always looking for mischief, his life is full. Still, at the end of the day, he’s lonely, and as the boy who lived his search looking for a match is disastrous. When his friends register him for an anonymous dating service, he’s unconvinced. Then again, maybe not knowing each other’s faces right away might just give him everything he’s longing for.

3. City of Quartz by ladygoodman [M, 57k]

►[...] It's 2012, and the granddaughter of Celestina Warbeck is pronounced dead at her home in Los Angeles. Auror Harry Potter finds the case file a little too familiar with other celebrity deaths cropping up all over the UK. The Dark Mark is making an appearance on young witches and wizards as well. There are only a few former Death Eaters who haven't been locked away in Azkaban, and Draco Malfoy is one of them. On that suspicion, Harry follows his tracks all the way to sunny Los Angeles, where he's faced with an entirely new caliber of celebrity culture. Who is Caelum West? How is he mixed in with all of this? And why does he look exactly like Draco Malfoy?

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[kkaleidos]

as fate, not coincidence

assigning them a selection of romance quotes that make me want to rip my hair out

featuring. ayato, childe, cyno, xiao ( separate )

notes. sfw, reader’s gender is not really specified ? written in lowercase, not proofread ( my apologies )

— admin sunny 🪼

KAMISATO AYATO.

“it could never be a mistake to love you. loving you is a privilege. an honor i don't take lightly, and i want to keep on loving you every single day, for the rest of my days.” — so that happened; katie bailey

a quiet promise under the moonlight. he gently holds onto the tips of your fingers, forehead brushing against your own as the light bathes you in sterling silver. there is something different about him when you are away from the eyes of the public, his shoulders are lax, his eyes soften. it’s a look that is reserved only for you, fluttering under the hours of midnight as you press gentle kisses against the corners of his lip.

sometimes, he feels like a comet pulled into your orbit. the warmth of your touch melts away the formal coating of his exterior, and he would let you pull the heart right out of his chest if only you wanted to. but you don’t, instead you kiss him like he is made of fine porcelain. and in turn, he holds you with all the care in the world, as if you hold the entire universe in the palms of your hands.

if only he had the power, he would bring you the stars and trace the lines of every constellation that reminded him of you into the hold of your gravity.

and when the sky finally clears and the world finally fades to a low hum, ayato is there to finally let the gears in his head stop turning. and only with you does he finally let his heart pulse instead.

CHILDE.

“i can’t say that i understand love, or that i’m very good at it, because i’ve never loved anyone before. but i love everything about you. everything. i don’t intend to stop loving you, and i hope that somewhere deep inside, you still love me, too.” — finale; stephanie garber

it’s as if the earth has fractured beneath his feet. childe is not clueless, and maybe, he understood the risks from the very beginning. he’s surrounded by waves, stranded on an iceberg lost at sea as they crash and roar like the storms of inazuma.

and so, he draws back, removing himself from your life. or so he tries — retracting his hands when he feels himself reaching out to you, turning his eyes away when you meet his gaze, pulling back when he’s aware of just how close he is to you.

it doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t. because he could never truly stay away from you. sometimes, he thinks the world is playing a cruel trick on him. you, who continued to stay by his side even through his questionable work, even through the past deceit and wall of lies. how could someone like you, someone who was nothing but good, someone who was beloved by everyone. what could someone like you possibly see in him?

you berate him as soon as that question escapes his lips. he says it like it’s a joke, but you know —you always do. he’s the one you chose, the only one you want. and when you finally pull him in for one last embrace, when the waves finally wash over him, ajax finds himself finally able to breathe.

CYNO.

“i’ve loved you all my life. you’re the love i chose. out of everyone in the world, out of everyone i’ve ever known, i chose you. at the edge of everything, love and faith have always brought me back, and back to you.” — queen of air and darkness; cassandra clare

an undying loyalty during the last breath of summer. the foliage of sumeru city never loses its color, vibrant and green throughout the four seasons.

cyno is a busy man, he is always in and out of the rainforest — traversing across the desert sand and discarded temples. but he always returns, like the promise of winter, like a blossoming camellia under the warmth of spring.

the people of sumeru never dream. a fact that has been true for years and on. but sometimes, when he is away from home, when he closes his eyes for just a second — he sees you standing there with a warm eyes and a smile that glows in the sunset.

you’re waiting for him, you always are. and cyno doesn’t waste a single second, running straight towards you and pulling you into a tight embrace. your laughter echoes through his ears, the most vibrant smile flashes your way. and when he wakes in the middle of the night, you’re still there beside him — as if he’d never left at all.

the people of sumeru never dream. he knows that from the very bottom of his heart. but what is a dream, if not with you?

XIAO.

“i am extremely picky about people. most of them, i don’t particularly like. i have very high standards for the ones i let into my life these days. and you, are my favorite of all of them. i love you best of all.” — meet me at the lake; carly fortune

he is a fawn learning to stand on its own for the very first time. clumsy, unstable, distrusting of everything and the world around him.

xiao is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of you. or perhaps he’s afraid of the feelings you give him. a heavy heart locked behind centuries of bloodshed, he has promised himself he would never allow himself that level of vulnerability ever again.

you bring him a type of uncertainty that he doesn't quite know how to balance, and that makes him afraid. how is he supposed to keep his guard up when it's so easy for you to break past them? when all it takes is for you to press soft kisses against his callous knuckles before he becomes weak in your hold?

“does that bother you?” the question rings in the back of his mind. and he falls silent. did it bother him? that you could read him like a book? that you could tell exactly what he was thinking at any given moment? that he couldn’t seem to hide anything from you?

“no,” he finally says, spoken from the depths of his chest, “it doesn’t bother me at all.”

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (March 2024)

A Different Kind of (Sunny)hell by OffYourBird [Adult Only]

Between juggling a New World Order, a bothersome Council, wayward magic, and – as always – some much with the confusing time travel, there is never a dull moment in Sunnydale for Liz and Elly. This is Season 6 as it exists in the Jumpverse (beginning with A Different Kind of Hell and followed up by A Different Kind of Wedding). Fair warning: if you have not read the previous installments of the Jumpverse, this will not make any sense.

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City. Set post-NFA, spoilers for all of BtVS and AtS.

Cavalry by Holly [NC-17]

Buffy and Spike are enjoying life on the open road, but when they learn monsters have taken over Sunnydale, they have no choice but to head back to the Hellmouth.

Dusk Rising by HappyWhenItRains [NC-17]

"It doesn't matter. If Dawn dies, I'm done with it, I'm quitting." What if quitting wasn't all Buffy promised? -Challenge by Loup Noir Glory is defeated. The portal is closed. Except this time, the Scoobies decided to take matters into their own hands. While Willow restrains Buffy, Xander pushes Dawn off the tower. The rest is darkness. In the absence of Dawn, Buffy becomes Dusk.

The Footprints Left Behind by Willow91 [NC-17]

In the wake of an unknown attack on the American Frontier and the subsequent loss of contact with the friends they still had stateside, Buffy and Xander sneak into the country and begin a long, dangerous journey to find old friends and the source of the near apocalypse before it spreads throughout the rest of the world.

For You To Be You by lafillesauvage [Adult Only]

Alternate ending for 7x13 The Killer in Me. What happened after Buffy and Spike returned to an empty Revello Drive following the chipectomy? Well, in this story, Buffy realises just how much she cares for Spike, which leads to some fluffy reconciliations involving chocolate ice cream and Walker, Texas Ranger. She also gets her period, and adult-only fun is had by all.

Golden Hour by kennedynoelle [R]

Response to a challenge set by emilise: Spike never came to Sunnydale during the first few seasons. The first time Buffy sees him is during The Harsh Light of Day, sunbathing on campus adorned with the Gem of Amara. Oh no, she thinks, the pit of her stomach dropping and sending tinglies all over, he's hot. They start dating, Buffy unaware that her new boyfriend is a member of the undead. Of course, she has to find out eventually…

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by fortes775 [NC-17]

Buffy has spent the summer grasping for something just out of reach, but when Dracula arrives at the peak of her frustration, all bets are off. In which Buffy finds her fix, her man, and herself, not necessarily in that order…

Manifest by EllieRose101 [R]

The hardest demons you have to fight are your very own, but a little help can go a long way—if it’s the right kind. (Set after Tabula Rasa but before Smashed.)

Mixed Signals by phoenixjustice [NC-17]

Two people who were never supposed to meet. She had seen everything, up to the Dragon that destroyed everything she loved. He had only the lasting memory of her words of love before he burned to cinders. Could they bridge the gap between them?

[aleskyyy]

Give You Everything — Johnny MacTavish x F!Reader

Your husband comes home from deployment, of course you will make the most delicious meal for him.

Warnings — fem!wife!reader, fluff, canibalism and Jhonny don't know that, DARK FIC, etc.

583 words.

Main Masterlist COD Masterlist

You wake up feeling excited, when you open the window curtains you see a sunny day after a night of rain and thunder. You're even more excited when you remember that today is the day your husband returns home from a month-long deployment.

You move cheerfully to make your bed and replace the bedding with new ones. You also clean every room in your home. You really want to welcome your husband back with a clean house and of course his favorite meal. Although you know your husband doesn't really care about that as long as he can hug you when he gets home.

After cleaning the house and taking a quick shower, you grab your wallet and car keys to go shopping in the nearby town. You need to buy some groceries to cook dinner today, luckily you already got the main ingredients for tonight's menu so you only need to buy the side ingredients.

You look at your watch, it's already two in the afternoon. It turns out that you took a lot of time to clean up the house and make breakfast for yourself. As you drive you look at your surroundings which look peaceful, this is what you love about living on the edge of the city. The beautiful scenery. And of course with friendly people.

Your eyes capture the sight of a house with a police car in front of it. It's a little further away from yours and your husband's house so you don't really know the owners, except for their daughter who always crosses your house. Though it's rare that there's a crime in your neighborhood that makes the police come here.

After going to the city where you were supposed to buy a few things to cook, you went to the shopping center to buy new lingerie which kept you out longer. But thankfully you still get home on time and have time to cook dinner before your husband gets home.

You roll up the sleeves of the shirt you're wearing and tie your hair. You with a satisfied smile take out the meat that you kept in the freezer. And start cooking it into your dinner. Your hands delicately cut the meat and season it. You want to make a steak for your husband.

"Welcome home, Johnny," you greet him. You welcomed your husband with a bright smile and ran to give him a little hug which made him laugh and hug you back even closer.

"Missed ye so much, bonnie," Johnny tells you. He buried his head in your hair and inhaled the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"I miss you too, Johnny. I've cooked dinner for us, do you want to shower first or eat right away?" you asked as you caressed your husband's jaw.

Johnny let out a sly smile, "maybe we should eat now and shower together afterwards."

You can only laugh at your husband's response. You took his arm and led him to the dining room after he put down his bag. You assist Johnny to sit down and pour some fresh water for him. Then you took the steak you had cooked and set it on the dining table.

You look at your husband who is slowly eating his food. You smile in satisfaction without Johnny knowing when he praises your meal. And you can only give a shy smile when your husband looks at you fondly.

It seems that young girl are useful in the end.

[floydsmuse]

Christmas time in the City 🎄

warnings: none! it’s all fluff <3

pairing: Bob Floyd x f! reader (no y/n)

description: after having been trying to plan a trip to the city for the holiday season for so long, Bob finally makes it happen & decides it’s the perfect opportunity to pop the big question. (wc 2.3k+)

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a/n: hi hi! soo i finally got around to writing a little christmas fic :) i love this time of year so much & this idea just popped into my head. it really only seemed fitting to write it with Bob, so i hope you enjoy it ! as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💗 tysm!

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both you & Bob were looking forward to this trip, ever since it was booked back in March. it took much planning & scheduling, but by some miracle & Bob somehow being able to pull some strings at his job, it all seemed to work out. Bob & you would be flying out to NYC for the up & coming holiday season.

you were eager. jumping for joy when you received your plan tickets in the mail. this was always a dream of yours, to go to the city especially at Christmas time. it was even more special since you were going to spend the trip with your lovely bf, who you felt so incredibly thankful for. you two were a match made in heaven, soulmates even.

you had known each other for the past 6 years, having met through mutual friends. after about a whole year of treading around each other & flirty remarks being shared, Bob finally asked you to be his gf & you so happily said yes. since then, you both were like two peas in a pod, doing almost everything together.

you & Bob had been trying to plan a trip to the city for quite a while now but with his job & the many obligations in the way, the trip was always put aside for a later date. your bf, however, was determined to make this the year to go on the trip. you weren’t entirely sure how he did it, but he somehow made it come to fruition.

this venture to NY was going to be remembered for a number of reasons. Bob had some surprises up his sleeve, one in particular that would change both of your lives in the best way possible. on the outside, he was holding it together surprisingly well. but deep down on the inside Bob was a nervous wreck. you didn’t seem to notice anything was off, so he figured he was doing a pretty good job at composing himself.

~

the big day had finally arrived. you & Bob were heading off to NYC. you two walked hand in hand through the airport looking for the right gate. tiredness consumed the both of you from having to catch an early flight, but excitement was the overall feeling,

“can you believe it Bobby?! we’re really going to New York & during Christmas time! what could be more magical than that huh?”

you lean into him, having now reached the gate & walking onto the plane, still hand in hand. he leans over to place a light kiss onto your head,

“i’m over the moon that it all worked out my love. this is going to be one for the books.”

you could feel his crooked smile against your forehead, as an even bigger one spreads across your face at his words. you two make it onto the plane, find your seats & prepare for takeoff.

~

after a long but excitable flight, you & Bob finally reach your destination. you are both tired beyond belief & opt to just head on over to the hotel to get some much needed sleep in a nice & cozy bed. you figured that exploring the city could wait until tomorrow & Bob couldn’t help but agree. you did make sure to catch a glimpse of the beautiful sights of the city through your uber window while driving to the hotel. as soon as you arrived, you took off your shoes, climbed into bed & snuggled up into Bob’s chest. once your head hit the pillow, sleep overcame the both of you.

~

it was the next morning. you & Bob were fully recharged & ready to take on the day. you bundled up & decided to take your little polaroid camera with you. Bob bundled up too. opting to wear a prescription pair of sunnies, to block out the sun & avoid any irritation it would cause to his crystal blues. while you were in the bathroom, Bob pulled out a little velvet black box from his luggage & opened it up to make sure that the ring was still lying in its place. Bob could already feel himself getting teary eyed at the very thought of what was going to go down later, but he was abruptly interrupted from his thoughts by your sweet voice asking you ready to go? Bob took that as a sign to rush like a mad man. not wanting to get caught. he quickly shoved the box in his jacket pocket, zipping it up & acting as casual as possible,

“ready as i’ll ever be my love!” Bob replied back cheerfully. you two gather up any of your other belongings you felt necessary to bring along & headed off into the crowded streets of the big apple.

~

first up on the list was breakfast. your tummies were grumbling, so you both decided to stop at a cafe & grab a bite to eat. it was packed. which of course wasn’t a surprise in the least. you somehow scored a booth in the corner, where it was rather intimate, a bit quieter from all the chatter, & was seen as an opportunity to just enjoy each others company.

through bites of food & lots of laughs, you found yourself just itching to go exploring the streets of the wonderful city. Bob could see the anticipation gleaming in your eyes & as soon as you reached the point of being full & content, you head off to your next destination.

you two walk off the yummy food you just consumed, arms linked together & looking around in every direction, wanting to catch all of the sites & people in your wake. there was just so much to see & you didn’t want to miss a single thing. you practically skipped over to this shop around the corner book store, perusing the shelves & looking for a potential book to read for the plane ride back. you also stopped at a seller on the street selling random items of clothing. you decided to buy a pair of ear muffs that were just too cute to resist, while Bob purchased a fuzzy scarf that was perfect for today’s forecast. one of your last stops was to grab a little cup of hot cocoa, to battle the chilly air & enjoy its sweet chocolatey taste. you two continued to walk through the streets, admiring all of your surroundings. Bob was leading you to your next special place. its view being just on the horizon.

Rockefeller Center’s ice rink was in full view now & Bob could hardly keep his smile at bay, just knowing how badly you’ve always wanted to go skating there. you look over at in awe, as your bf stops in his tracks,

“well honey, this is our next stop for the day. what do you say we slip on some skates & hit the ice?”

your smile grew two sizes & you practically tackled Bob in a bone crushing hug. you couldn’t believe he had taken you to skate at THE Rockefeller Center. you were sure that something like this really only happened in movies, but that was the thing about being with Bob. every day felt like a movie, or even more so a fairytale. you nodded eagerly at his question, pulling him by the hand & down the steps to retrieve your ice skates.

with your skates on you waddled onto the ice, immediately taking hold of the wall’s ledge with one hand & grabbing onto Bob’s arm with the other. you were so happy for bringing your little camera along. the laps around the slippery ground consisted of you trying your very best to keep balance & Bob was treading lightly beside you, occasionally going over to the ledge for further support. every time you’d happen to take a fall though, Bob would swoop in like prince charming & help you get back up onto your feet.

there was one instance where for whatever reason Bob tried to do a little trick for you, even though he was fully aware of his incapability to do it. he really just wanted to hear you let the sound of your sweet giggle. you didn’t hesitate to bust out your camera, catching him live in action & biting back a laugh at his silliness, but you couldn’t hold it in for long. the trick didn’t quite land, as Bob took a rather hard fall to the ground. you quickly yet oh so carefully rushed over to him to make sure he was okay,

“Bobby! baby! are you alright?” your voice was laced with evident concern, as you bent down to be eye level with him. Bob shifted slightly from his place on the ice & the next thing you knew, he was pulling you down into him, gently trapping you under his weight. both of your faces were flushed & time seemed to stand still. Bob looks at you so lovesick & you can’t help but let out a giggle at his ogling eyes,

“you gonna kiss me or what Floyd?” you tease.

Bob obliges, leaning in & your lips meld together in a sweet kiss. you didn’t care about the likeliness of onlookers witnessing this little act of affection. you were just lucky to share this moment with your bf & you couldn’t possibly see how the day could get any better than this. but boy were in for a real treat!

~

you two finished up on your skating, managing to leave with only a few measly bruises & Bob’s shoulder sore from his nasty fall. but you both knew that it was worth it & a once in a lifetime experience.

you both agreed that you were in need of some food, having worked up an appetite from the activities of the day. Bob planned on taking you to a fancy restaurant, wanting to spoil you before he popped the big question. but what you were really hunkering for was a big slice of pizza. your eyes just lit up at the very sight of the parlor & after all, you knew New York was known to have the best pizza around.

Bob couldn’t resist your excitement to trying it, so you each grabbed a slice & enjoyed it together. you let out the occasional mhmm at the flavors on your tongue. the mixes of garlic, tomato sauce & cheese were just to die for & you couldn’t be more pleased in this moment. Bob was liking it too, but he couldn’t help but look over at you in absolute awe & thanking God that you stepped into his life all those years ago. he truly was the luckiest man to walk the face of the earth.

some time had gone by with you & Bob finishing up your pizza, your tummies going back into a state of fullness. it had become dark outside now, the sky casted a shade of navy blue with stars littered all around & buildings were lit up like Christmas lights. speaking of Christmas lights, you were positive that you two were done for the day & were about to head back to the hotel. but, you were mistaken & instead taken in a different direction.

you found yourself walking up to the famous Rockefeller Christmas tree, lit up in all of its glory. it truly was a beautiful sight & so much prettier in person. photos didn’t even come close to doing it justice,

“wow Bobby, isn’t it just magical? i can’t believe i’m really witnessing all of it’s beauty in real time.” you let out, gazing up at the tree in pure amazement & disbelief,

“it certainly is a sight, but it’s not near as beautiful as you are.” he quipped back, making you playfully scoff & lightly smack his chest. Bob could be so romantic but also cheesy at times. but you didn’t mind that in the slightest. infact, you loved it.

you’re leaned in close to him, your arms were looped around each others & your head was lying against his chest. you feel Bob gently pull away, an obvious absence of his warmth is felt. you turn to see what he was doing, but you don’t see him right away. it takes you a second, but once your gaze looks downward, you can’t believe the very sight before you.

Bob was down on his knee, looking up at you with longing eyes. he held out a velvet black box, with a pretty diamond ring inside. your palm flies up to cover your mouth in shock & you let out a gasp that’s muffled. Bob swallows hard & begins his spiel,

“you make me the happiest man alive every single day we spend together. i wanna grow old with you, i wanna build a family with you & i’d like to call you my forever..” Bob pauses for a moment, getting choked up & his words getting caught in his throat. you reach the hand over that was covering your mouth to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his skin in encouragement. you too had tears in your eyes,

“sorry— *clears throat* where was i? *shakes his head in remembrance*…right. you mean everything to me my love & there’s not a single person in this world who i’d rather wake up to or spend the rest of my life with. so, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? will you marry me?” Bob managed to get out, but the tears were now slowly starting to stream down his face. he looks up at you with wet, pleading eyes. just waiting patiently for your answer,

you let out a shaky deep breath & reply back with,

“yes, a million times over! yes!”

Bob lets out a breath of his own that he’d been holding onto & relief immediately washes over him. you put your hand out for him to hold onto, as he slips the ring onto your finger with ease. he pulls you into him by your hips & your lips meet in a passionate kiss. imaginary sparks & fireworks fly across the sky at the news. you two were officially engaged.

the both of you spent the rest of the evening celebrating & in talks of potential wedding/honeymoon plans…

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[unrequitedloveletter]

THE HALLOWEEK OF HURT: DAY ONE

Persevere- K.B x gn! reader

All right! Day one of the second year of this event, and a little bit has changed! First off, the title for the event--I recognize that while I am good for a bit of angst from time to time, a lot of what I aim for to be angst turns into hurt/comfort somewhere along the way.

Requests are open, but their closing deadline is changing--if you look at my bio, you'll see that requests are slated to close on the 10th of next month. To accommodate for myself and allow myself a bit more time to work on requests for my other account as well as write as much as I need to for my NaNoWriMo project, they're going to close on the 3rd of November instead. As such, fall event requests are open until the second. Requests not pertaining to the fall event will be open on the 3rd and close midnight AST on the fourth.

Fic type- angst and hurt/comfort

Warnings- none

On the first day of October, you woke to the sound of thundering Ketterdam rain as it pelted furiously against your window. It was the first of the autumn season and certainly not the last of it.

The downpour was the kind of rain that drove most indoors, ruined plans, made nights out ones punctuated by rain and wet feet as people ran from one club to the next.

Ketterdam was different to most other cities in Kerch, though. The rain never drove the locals back indoors because the rain was something that they were used to and for most, the only combative measures they felt the need to take were the act of putting on a suitable raincoat and grabbing the largest umbrella in their collection, as well as being sure to avoid the puddles when they stepped out of their homes and went about their nights.

You had a particular fondness for days just like that one. That day, particularly, was setting out to be the kind of day that set the scene for the rest of the month.

When it rained, it poured, and if the first day was to be of an indication as to how the rest of the month would go, the citizens of Ketterdam were in for a rainy October indeed.

That also meant that the Barrel was in for a treat, for the pigeons came aplenty in the autumn months and the rain would keep them inside the gambling dens longer than they would've stayed had there been sun.

October in and of itself had never meant much to you--sure, you loved the way that Ketterdam got during the fall and the way that it would stay until the city found itself within the throes of winter, but the month in and of itself had never really held any significance other than the fact that autumn meant rain and you had always held a particular fondness for rainy days.

That day was to be different, though, and it was to be different because you'd gotten home from a heist only the day before. You'd woken at nine that morning after getting home twelve hours before and resting two weeks worth of exhaustion and stress away after so many sleepless nights.

You lit a candle to combat the darkness of the room, the darkness that would've been long gone by that point had the day been sunny.

You debated going downstairs, where most residents of the Slat would be if they hadn't gone to Fifth Harbor to eat and watch the ever-so invisible Council of Tides control the flooding from the sea into the streets.

It would practically be a ghost town between those who'd crossed the street looking to gamble at the Crow Club due to its place so close to the Slat, those who'd dared to don a raincoat and grab an umbrella to go to Fifth Harbor, and those in the Slat who'd taken the day for what it was--a day to exist all comfy and cozy in their rooms, with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book.

You chose to stay in your room in the end, making sure you had a box of matches for when the power inevitably went out and you needed to have more than just one candle lit.

You grabbed a book from one of the set of five shelves that lined the wall across from your bed and set to reading, sighing a bit when you heard the all-too-familiar sound of a knock against your door.

"I'm not going to say no to you, Brekker," you said. "You and I both know that now. The door is unlocked if you find it within yourself to dare enter this room."

Kaz did dare and he entered with a smirk on his face, leaning heavily against his cane as he moved. For a moment, you wondered just how terribly his leg was handling the storm, but you forced your gaze to the book you were reading and tried not to think anything of the way he was gripping the head of his cane or the tilt of his body in the direction of his bad leg.

"How bad is it?" The words befell your lips before you could stop them, but you just laughed a bit at yourself and moved on. "The leg. How are you handling the storm?"

"It could be better," Kaz said. "A medik on the team brought pain medications to me last week. Vowed never to take them."

"You'll find that you need to," you said. "You're not immune from having weaknesses, Brekker. Everyone has to have at least one or they're not human."

Kaz sighed. "I know," he said.

It had felt like forever since you'd last had a genuine, full conversation with him.

In reality, the last full conversation you'd had had been in July and it was the first of October.

You were sitting in your bedroom, a book in your lap, a candle lit atop your dresser with the rain pelting against your window and acting in the place of music.

Kaz was standing across from you and looking at you like you were the love of his life but he would never acknowledge that.

"The rain has started," Kaz said.

"And according to reports, it is to continue for the next six days with only a couple of hours to give the city a break," you said. "And it is autumn, Kaz. You have spoken a grand total of thirty words to me since our last conversation three months ago--I've counted. Why talk to me now if you seemed perfectly content in never talking to me again, outside of the obligations of our jobs?"

Kaz paused, looking from you to the ground. You caught a glimpse of hopelessness, a there-and-then-not flash of the emotion within the watery depths of his blue-eyed gaze.

"We've talked," he said.

"No," you shook your head. "We haven't, and I know you think that love is weakness but I cannot do this any longer. I cannot keep waiting and hoping that someday you will see that people care about you and they are allowed to care about you, because I have known you since we were fifteen and in the four years that have passed since we met, I have realized that such a day will never come. You, Kaz Brekker, will never view love as anything but weakness when it is in fact the opposite."

Kaz swallowed. "So you're still in love with me, then?"

"I fell in love with you January of the year we took on the Ice Court and I have found it completely and utterly impossible to do anything but love you in the years that've passed since then."

"And the storm--the pain it brings, has not changed that?" You could sense that the words had a double meaning, a turn of phrase of which Kaz was not so fond.

The storm that came with loving him. The pain that was constantly brought on by the fact that the love you felt was something that Kaz never reciprocated. The complete and utter shock he felt when he acknowledged that through all of it, you still loved him--that you would love him through anything, you would love him until the sun set in his life for the last time and you would love him when his soul moved from one world to the next.

"I will love you until I have taken my last breath, Kaz. I have tried to understand why I am so deeply in love with you since I first realized, but I have not understood it yet. I will love you no matter how long the storm continues, I will love you through the pain and just to spite it," you said. "Even though you do not love me back--and if you do, you are too afraid of others turning that into leverage--I will love you far longer then it is worth. "

"And if this love persists?" Kaz asked. You wanted to punch him in the face for daring to ask it. He was treating how you felt about him like something that could be handled in a hospital room, like something that could be removed with a simple surgery that you would've been out of within the hour, but it was different. Love was always different.

"I really, genuinely, should hate you," you said. "I really should, but I don't. I can't. I do hate you to an extent, I suppose, but only on the nearly irrelevant basis of the fact that hating you is impossible for me after knowing you so long."

Kaz turned his gaze to the ground again. You wished that you could've slapped yourself in the face because of course you had fallen for the one person who could never, ever love you in turn.

"Will you leave?" Kaz asked, his voice breaking for what must've been barely half a second. "If the way that you feel about me persists, will you leave Ketterdam behind?"

"Do you want me to?" You asked. "Because sometimes, I look at you and I find that, if someone were to try to convince me that you loved me in return, I would believe them just based on what you think nobody sees in your gaze. Sometimes you--you look at me like I am to be the love of your life and you cannot stand the thought of having a love so great because you cannot stand the thought of weakness."

"Will you go?" Kaz asked.

"If you ask me to leave, I will be gone by nightfall," you said. "Ask me to go, and I'll do it. I'll just go, leave not a trace that I ever existed, for your convenience. Tell me to leave, Kaz."

Kaz bit his lip, looked up to the window and watched raindrops collide with the glass before sliding down it. He would not tell you to go because he wanted you to stay. He just wouldn't tell you that he wanted you to stay unless you asked him because there was a weight in his chest, weighing his entire body down along with it and he was sure that someday, unless something happened and Kaz moved on or you did, it would kill him.

"Tell me to leave," you repeated. "Tell me to go and I am gone without a trace, but I will not leave unless you would like me to, because frankly I have traveled quite a lot since I lost my family, and in all of that, I have found that Ketterdam is the place that suits me best. I am only willing to go if you tell me you'd like to see me gone."

"I can't," Kaz whispered. "I can't do that."

"Is that because you would like me to stay?"

"The very thought of you leaving kills me," Kaz said. "I don't--"

"Loving others is a weakness," you said. "Or--at least the admittance of it is a weakness to you. That's fine. I don't need you to say it, Kaz."

Kaz met your gaze.

Finally, he met your gaze.

Moments of silence passed. You got up and lit another candle as the sound of the rain grew more intense. Kaz moved to your bookshelves, busying himself with the act of scanning the titles on the spines.

You sat down again, debated going downstairs to get some tea. Silence enveloped the two of you, but it was comfortable, just as the silences between the two of you had always been.

"So you still love me, then?" Kaz whispered, his words barely audible in the light of the din.

"Yes," you said.

"And the storm--the pain it brings, will not change that?"

"No."

"That is a dreadful existence."

"It is a dreadful existence indeed but it is one through which I will persevere. It is one through which I have always persevered. I might go if I please, but--"

"Stay," Kaz whispered. "Please, Y/N. Don't go."

You watched Kaz turn around and head for the door. When one of his hands was on the handle, he paused.

"I do care about you," he said. "I've been in love with you since before the Ice Court. I just cannot handle the idea of the way I feel having you turned into leverage."

"I will persevere if such is to happen," you said. "Perseverance is what I'm good at. I promise, Kaz. Love does not always have to end in loss, and with us I know that it won't."

"Am I meant just to take your word for that?"

"You are," you said with a nod. "For what it is worth--I love you too. I will love you until you finally start to see love for what it is."

"Strength?"

"Strength indeed," you said. "Go rest your leg, Kaz. You can barely stand as it is. Another minute and I'll get Pim to get you a healer."

Kaz left, and you went back to reading, trying to force your heart to stop racing as you refocused your attention to the book in your lap.