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Request: Hey I don’t really know if you do camfreezy imagines but if you do, could you please do one where Cal is a dickhead towards y/n, but he has a reason and then they make up and there’s some fluff? 😊 Btw I LOVE your imagines so please keep doing it! Xxx

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“Hey!!” You frowned up at your boyfriend of 4 months as he knocked your coat off the hanger and proceeded to step on it while he walked to the kitchen.

“Whoops,” he said, turning around and looking down at it. He turned back and went to get food.

You rolled your eyes and put it back up, making sure to stomp for good measure.

As you gave him the stank eye, you could’ve sworn you could see him smiling just a little.

Later that day you had asked him if he wanted to go out for dinner but he simply brushed you off and continued playing FIFA, mumbling something along the lines of, “Nah babe I’m good we could order in or something.”

For the 50th time that day you rolled your eyes and huffed. He kept doing things he didn’t normally do, in other words things that made him a huge dick and you didn’t know why. You were close to being fed up so before you got to that point you decided to go out, maybe to Freya’s or one of the other girls’.

“I’m going out. Be back later,” you said as you opened the door. Cal only said, “Alright” and quickly texted someone on his phone.

With one last huff you were out of the door and headed toward the elevators.

Tomorrow was your birthday and he decided this was a great time to be a dick? Ugh, you didn’t know what you were going to do with him but you worried about right now and got in your car. To Freya’s it was.

You had texted Freya before you left Cal’s place to make sure she was home and then you started your journey.

Once you got there you turned the door handle, seeing if it was already unlocked. It was so you pushed it open and walked into the surprisingly dark front hallway.

“Freya? Where are you hun?” You called out as you walked to the equally dark front room.

“SURPRISE!!!!” The lights flicked on and people jumped out of every corner, yelling surprise to you.

You jumped back, startled at the incursion. You looked at the smiling faces of all your closest friends and family, the streamers, confetti, and banner saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ hanging from the ceiling and put everything together.

Before you could say anything Cal jumped out from behind you and swung you around. He kissed you softly and smiled into it, hugging you tightly. You cupped his face in your hands as he continued to swing you, laughing giddily.

When he finally put you down you pushed him playfully, “Dick!”

“I’m sorry, I had to get you over here somehow! And if I did it tomorrow on your birthday you would’ve known what I was doing,” he chuckled.

“How’d you even know I would come here?”

“Well it’s where you come most of the time init? Had to take a chance.”

After thanking everyone you continued to walk around and talk, someone started playing music, someone else turned on the tv, and you were happy.

“Alright c'mon everyone lets cut the cake!” Freya said after an hour or so. “Would you like to do the honors?” Freya smiled at you, reaching out to grab your hand.

Eventually everyone had cake and you were sitting next to Cal at the table. “Y/N?”

“Yes Cal?” You turned to him and regretted it when he put cake frosting on your nose, laughing like a mad man.

“Ha ha ha very funny,” you said before joining in and laughing just as loudly. You scooped your finger through the frosting on your cake and put some on his nose too.

Once you stopped laughing you rested your head on his shoulder and sighed contently.

“I love you Dick.”

“I love you too Y/N,” he pecked a kiss onto your nose.

Waking up every morning with extreme pain all over your body and exhausted like you had no sleep at all… and wondering what you can do about it but there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s been not months but years now and it will always be like that. So you just wait every morning, aimlessly.

So I wanted to write a solangelo Fae au and now I am enjoy my first story on tumble which is probably not going to be a oneshot also I would like to dedicate this @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney I’m not the best writer but her writing really inspired me to put my stuff out there so here I go my solangelo Fae AU titled


His face turned upwards towards the sky staring at the azure sky which was speckled with scarlet, rose, and orange. Light fell between the branches above him softly hitting the green grass below him. He loved this time of day and being able to watch the different colors slowly shrink and disappear under the nest of trees on the edge of the clearing.The world was silent around him as the sun continued to descend below the trees.

Smiling he grabbed the ball he had been playing with bouncing on to the grass below him watching the ball rise up in to the sky emulating the setting sun. Night was falling and the wind blew through the forest rustling the branches of the nearby trees. The leaves on a nearby bush shook startling the boy in to dropping the ball as a small squirrel rushed through the bush and up a tree. He watched the squirrel shimmy up the tree shaking his head at himself for being startled by such a simple thing before hurrying after his ball which was rolling away. 

Leaves ghosted over his cheeks and branches grabbed at his clothing as he moved further away from the clearing slowly disappearing in to the forest. The ball continued to roll away from the grass as the young child continued to trudge after it occasionally tripping over tree roots and rocks along the way. The boy was deep in the forest when the ball rolled in to a small patch of shadows obscuring it from his sight.

Teeth clamped down on his lips as the boy stifled a cry of frustration. He refused to loose that toy no matter what. It was his favorite. It was special. With determination only a child could hold he marched up to the shadows and disappeared along with his beloved toy. 

As he walked through the shadows he was aware of the strange shift in the silence of the world around him. Instead if the usual serene and light feeling of comfortable silence it was heavy and sad and almost terrifying. Nothing moved around him as light crept through the treeline only to dissipate long before the beams could touch the ground. The silence weighs on him and his knees and hands begin to shake with the effort to remain upright and he continued to trudge on.

The little light that filtered through the treetops abruptly disintegrated and the child was left a single golden blip in the darkness. With the absence of light came the absence of silence as whispers soon filled the air. Words of darkness and shadows reached his ears and strangled cries and insane giggles echoed through the stale air. The golden child stood frozen in the middle of the shadows refusing to even turn his head before he felt something. It curled around his unclothed leg and claws scraped down his shin all the way to his ankles. The feeling of blood oozing its way down his legs snapped him out of his stupor and he ran.

He ran and ran as shadows slinked by his sides and wrapped around his body. He ran as claws reached out ripping at his clothes and skin. He ran as the echoes of the voices grew louder and louder.

And then he stopped.

He stopped and slid on to the ground clutching the sides of his head and covering his ears. He was going to die here he knee it. He was going to die and for the first time he was scared. He was scared in the forest he had played in for as long as he could remember and he was scared of what death could mean.

He didn’t want to die.

He could feel it, his body growing colder, colder, colder as he sat there eyes closed ears covered and breathing sporadic. He could feel his heart as it slowed in his chest. His limbs and body were going numb, and his vision was fading in and out. He can’t move. He can’t move. He can’t move. He was going to die.

Then it was silent once more. His body was warm and he could move again. He could feel the hot salty tears running down his cheeks as he placed his hands over his eyes and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Then he saw light through his fingers and he slowly raised his head upwards. In front of his face were lights, small, beautiful, bright tinkling lights of all colors drifted in front of his face and in every color he could think of. 

His eyes follow the lights around the shadows till they stop on a little boy who sits on the floor of the shadows back turned to him. He spots ebony hair and ivory skin from where he sits Cautiously he stands up walking towards the figure kneeling down beside him. 

“Hello,” the boy jumps up, startled briefly staring at the golden haired boy before him then lowering his gaze down towards the ground. “I was wondering if you might have been the one who saved me and made those lights”. The boy makes no movement to saying anything simply giving a small nod towards the questions. A smile of relief and happiness blooms across the child’s face. “Thank so so so so so much for saving me my names Will whats your”. The boy looks up at Will who gasp taking a step away from the boy. The boys eyes are a shining sterling silver and his pupils are a dark black color. Fear flashes across the silver eyed boys fae and he lowers his gaze, stands up and begins to walk away. 

Will jumps up rushing after the boy and grabbing his arm. The boy tenses yanking his arm away and turning towards Will. His eyes are angry and the corners of his mouth are turned down in a scowl and past his lips Will spots small teeth and several large canines. His eyes travel down wards and his notices the boys nails which are long and sharp reminding him of a large dogs trimmed claws. 

Will gulps audibly steeling his nerves and grabbing his arm again.”Please can you show me the way out, please I don’t want to get hurt again”. The boy opens his mouth and before closing it and ripping his arm away from Will’s grasp. He slowly trudges in to the shadows disappearing along with the lights. Will hangs his head as tears already begin to build in his eyes. 

A light drifts up towards him landing right above his nose. Suddenly the boy is standing there again gesturing for Will to follow after him. A smile lights up his features as he rubs the tears away and rushes after the boy and the lights. 

The walk through the shadows is silent and gradually Will begins to see small beams of silver moonlight falling from above. He begins to see silhouettes of plants and he can once again hear the rustling of the leaves in the night wind. He emerges once more in the clearing he was playing in before. He lets out a sigh of relief at the familiar sight. Turning his head to his side he goes to thank the boy only to find the boy nowhere insight and in his place the red ball. 

“WILL” a woman’s voice calls in to the night. “WILL WILL WHERE ARE YOU.” He stares at the ball before calling out to answer the voice. “I’m here mom in the clearing.” A woman with brown hair and brown eyes burst through the trees. Her face melts in to a smile of relief and tears spring in to her eyes as she rushes over scooping up her boy and squeezing him tight. 

“William Anthony Solace I was so worried about you. Where did you go when you didn’t come in I thought something happened to you and when I though that I think I might have died but I came back to look for you and I didn’t know what to do when I couldn’t find you and and don’t you ever worry me like that again I might actually die if you do it again.”

Will smiles squeezing his mother just as tight as she is him. “I know mom I just ran after my toy and lost track of time trying to find it, I’m sorry.” The mother sniffles letting her son drop on to the ground as she nods her head in understanding. “Okay your still grounded for three days for giving your poor dying mother a heart attack.” Will lets out a small giggle at his mothers words before sighing upon realizing what a grounding would mean for him. 

The mother looks down at her son’s pouting face and smiles as she kneels down to embrace him. “Don’t worry munchkin it will be over before you know it. Now why don’t you get your stuff so we can go back home.” Will nods reaching down and grabbing his ball. 

When his fingers brush the surface of the ball a warmth travels through his body. A soft and shy voice no more than a whisper fills his head. “My name… is Nico and I’m glad your okay Will.” A large grin spreads across Will’s face as he happily grabs his mother’s hand and the walk past the trees to his home. 

Well that’s it for the first chapter. Oh god I hope it was good I’ve never posted on Tumblr before so I hope whoever happens to read this enjoys it. God I’m so nervous to post this. Well here I go

so. something that’s been bothering me recently about my blog is that. both ck and eliot (as apparent by ck’s choice to actively bring his appreciation and love of the culture into his portrayal) have cherokee roots and i haven’t really touched on it. mostly because i’m scared i’ll get it wrong even though i’m actively researching and trying. because i’m not a part of the culture or anything and i know that eliot is respectful and loving when it comes to his native american heritage. so. idk. i feel like it’s important to eliot and to my portrayal of him and i just don’t even really know where to start in bringing that more into how i write him. and it’s lowkey stressful. i mean it’s not something that would effect every single thread just. there are occasions where it would be brought up and i don’t want to fuck it up.

like, there’s a difference between calling out/sj or whatever and calling a father of two a p*dophile and describing scenarios of his children (for whatever fucked up reason?) just because he said ages of a cartoon were unconfirmed, you’re not self righteous or a better/more progressive person, you’re just disgusting and unlikeable

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also take this widow potg i got for spraying most of the play, until i just slapped mccree w/ my gun lmao (also the other dorks in the video are @yeraw1zardharry @justice-rains-from-ahhh and @mischievousjinx go follow them)