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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Eight: Clips 3&4

master list

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note: decided to drop two clips today because one was just texts; also as much as I want to italicize the texts, I’m not going to because Tumblr never gets all of them :/

also, mild spoilers for the the first part of Pokémon Sword and Shield

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Maandag 14:11

Broerrrs + Luc

20 July, 14:11

Robbe: What are you guys doing on Wednesday?

Jens: Uh, I’m working that night. But not until like 19:00.

Lucas: I’m working that morning.

Jens: Really?

Lucas: Yeah.

Aaron: I don’t have to work.

Moyo: Me either.

Jens: Lucky you.

Lucas: Why?

Robbe: Because Sander wants to meet you guys. And he gets off at 16:00 on Wednesday.

Jens: Wait really?

Robbe: Yeah. Do you have a problem with it?

Jens: What? No, of course not. I guess I just didn’t expect it to be so soon. Especially after everything that happened.

Robbe: I know, but I want him to meet you guys. Officially. As my boyfriend.

Aaron: Awww, Robbe has a boyfriend.

Robbe: I’ve said he’s my boyfriend multiple times.

Lucas: Yeah, he literally won’t shut up about it.

Robbe: I’m sorry. How many times do you talk about Jens?

Lucas: :)

Aaron: I know, but it’s still new and I’m allowed to be excited.

Moyo: That’s true. We’re excited. And Wednesday sounds good to me. Noor and I are going out tonight.

Jens: Have fun! Wednesday sounds good to me too. Am I going to like him still after everything?

Lucas: Yes.

Jens: Oh really?

Lucas: One look at how he makes Robbe happy and you’ll like him again.

Robbe: I didn’t realize you stopped.

Lucas: He didn’t. He just says that he does. He’s gotta be all macho and protective.

Jens: You like me when I’m macho and protective.

Aaron: VDS at it again.

Moyo: You’re still in the group chat?

Jens: And? I can flirt with my boyfriend when I want to. Even in the group chat.

Robbe: I’m screenshotting that.

Aaron: What for?

Robbe: For when we eventually add Sander to this chat. And Jens tells me not to flirt with my boyfriend. I have proof that I can flirt in the group chat.

Jens: Are we adding Sander to the group chat? We haven’t even met him officially yet. And we never added Thomas to it.

Robbe: I know, but I have a feeling about this one. Plus, I know you guys already like him anyways. Especially Aaron.

Aaron: That’s true.

Jens: In love Robbe is my favorite Robbe.

Moyo: Yeah.

Lucas: Agreed.

Robbe: Thanks guys.

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Dinsdag 19:25

It had been on Robbe’s mind for awhile—days, weeks even. It was time for something different.

At least for Tuesday.

Tonight, Sander was going over to Britt’s parents’ house. It had been an unexpected and last-minute invite from her parents and Sander was asked to come. Britt had messaged Robbe about it, asking if it was okay, and Robbe had said that it was. It still felt a little weird—as weird as his boyfriend pretending to be dating his ex-girlfriend could be—but that wasn’t why Robbe was upset. But, Robbe didn’t even know if ‘upset’ was the word he should be using… Disappointed? Maybe.

It wasn't about Sander going over to Britt’s. It was Sander going over to Britt’s tonight.

Changing up his streams had been on Robbe’s mind for a few weeks and yesterday afternoon, after playing numerous matches that were just like all the others, he finally decided that he wanted to do it. At least for one day. When Britt had asked—followed shortly by Sander’s call—he thought of pushing the change off until later but, at the same time, Robbe didn’t want to.

Since that Friday night, Robbe had been itching to play Pokémon Sword and Shield, the newest generation in the franchise. With their buzzed and love-drunk minds, they hadn’t really gotten very far into the game. Every once in a while, they would pause to kiss and it would end up a little more handsy than originally planned. Once they managed to pull themselves away, they would barely make any progress before they would tumble back against the bed, kissing each other.

So Robbe went out and bought a Nintendo Switch after his Monday night stream. Because Sander had a copy of Pokémon Shield—he remembered the opening title scene quite vividly—Robbe chose the opposite version before looking through to see what other games were compatible with the console. Once he got his new purchase home, he spent the majority of the evening setting it up with the help of YouTube videos. Zoë had brought him a plateful of spaghetti as he was knee-deep in cords.

Once he woke up on Tuesday morning, Robbe put the finishing touches to make sure that everything would run smoothly—or as smoothly as it could without going live. Even though Robbe had informed them that he was going to do something different, his nerves were still running high, bouncing in his chest. For years, Fortnite had been the only thing that Robbe streamed. So the bulk of his audience would expect Fortnite from him.

Before he started the stream, his phone vibrated loudly against the desk, pulling his gaze from the computer in front of him.

Sander: Have a good stream, baby. I’m hoping to catch the end. If not, I’ll watch it before bed.

A flood of warmth shot through Robbe and soothed all of the erratic nerves in his chest. Unconsciously adjusting his headphones, Robbe typed out a quick message.

Robbe: Have a good dinner. Text me when you get home.

Sander: I will <3

Once Robbe placed his phone to the side, glancing at Sander’s framed sketch, he started the stream. Even though he was still nervous, it was all for nothing. To his surprise, a majority of his regular audience were excited to see him play through Sword for the first time. On the other hand, there were still a handful of people who weren’t excited. Before they left the chat, they made passive aggressive comments about going to watch a Fortnite streamer, and the comments stung a little. Thankfully, the majority of his audience encouraged him and he started the game with little fuss.

On that Friday evening with Sander, they had chosen the water-type starter, Sobble. While Robbe thought that the anxious salamander (or chameleon?) was adorable, he ended up choosing the Scorbunny this time around, which he named Flint. The white bunny with a bandage on his nose had interested him. Plus, if he and Sander were going to continue with Sobble, he wanted to do something different with this one. Once he hit the first route of the game, Robbe caught a Rookidee, which he named Alloy. It was a small bird that looked angry but would eventually evolve into a Corviknight.

When Robbe finally reached the Wild Area, the vast area between cities—and, he learned, Pokémon’s first step into an open world—Robbe paused to consider getting the online services to connect with his viewers who had Pokémon. After a few minutes, he decided to wait until later in the game before he got the online services. Plus, he wanted to look into the other games on the Switch so he could do what they were temporarily dubbing “Nintendo Tuesday.”

As Robbe prepared to enter the Opening Ceremonies for the first time, his phone vibrated against the desk, drawing his attention. Rebel, Rebel played again as Sander’s text message popped up on the screen.

Sander: Baby, buzz me in.

Pulling down his headphones, he barely could make out the buzzer in the hallway. It was still going—which meant that no one else was home. “Umm,” Robbe said, placing his controller on the desk. His character was mid-conversation with a stadium worker and his chat was moving very quickly. “Sorry, I’m going to take my five-minute break now.”

Muting his microphone and placing his headphones on the desk, Robbe shot out of his bedroom door and hit the buzzer on the front door. It only took nearly a full minute for Sander to arrive at the front door, knocking lightly, and Robbe opened it impatiently to find him there on his doormat. Sander was dressed in a long-sleeve black button-up with a pair of skinny jeans. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the heat.

As soon as the door opened, Sander stepped into the apartment and kissed him hurriedly. His skin was hot to the touch—and a little sweaty–but Robbe didn’t mind, bringing him closer against him. Sander wrapped his arms around Robbe’s waist before pulling back. “Hi, baby.”

“Hey,” Robbe said, beaming.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your stream,” he said. “I just really wanted to see you.”

“Is everything okay?” Robbe asked.

“Yeah,” Sander said, squeezing his waist. “Everything is fine. While we were at dinner, her parents asked us if we were really dating because we never kissed in front of them. When her father tried to force us to kiss to prove that we weren’t faking it, Britt exploded. She got into a fight with her dad and I could only watch with her mom as they fought. In the end, she came out to her parents.”

Robbe felt his eyes grow wide, pulling back. “What?”

Sander nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t tell you before because she wasn’t ready yet. But when I took her to my apartment and was going to come over here, she let me know that I could tell you. She’s been in a relationship with her girlfriend for six months. Her parents were always a little overbearing and controlling in her life and tonight was the last straw. She packed a bag and she’s staying in Noor’s bedroom until she figures out what to do.”

“Wow,” Robbe said. “I’m so sorry.”

Sander shrugged with a sad look on his face. “It’s been a long time coming. Since she’s found out, she’s been a ticking time bomb with her parents. They always talked about her being with a good guy—even when she was with me, both real and fake—and she internalized all of it. Every time, she got a little closer until it was too much.”

Robbe nodded. He understood that feeling. In high school, he exploded at the Broerrrs. He had been going through so much—his mother in the hospital and his repressed feelings that he refused to acknowledge to even himself—until one day it was too much. Thankfully, he had Milan and Zoë to help him. The Broerrrs forgave his explosion and changed when they realized how much Robbe was hurt by their words. Avoiding Sander’s gaze, he mumbled, “I know what it’s like… to explode.”

Sander nodded, pressing a kiss to Robbe’s forehead. For a second, they simply rocked in the silence of the foyer. Soon, Sander ducked his head down to press a kiss against Robbe’s lips and he arched against Sander’s chest. Robbe stood on his toes, wrapping his arms around Sander’s neck, and kissed him back. Sander wrapped his arms tighter around Robbe, bringing him flush against his chest, as he dug his fingers into his hair.

Pulling back, Sander kissed his nose. “You better get back to your stream. I just really wanted to see you.”

“They can wait a little more,” Robbe said.

“Yeah, but you don’t want to keep them waiting forever,” Sander said grinning. Placing one more kiss on his lips, he moved back to the front door. As Sander reached to open the door and step outside, Robbe tugged him back against him and Sander looked at him confused. “What is it?”

“You don’t have to leave,” Robbe said. Sander stared down at him with half-lidded eyes and Robbe swallowed his nerves. “You can stay here and come on the stream with me—or hang out in my room if you feel more comfortable with that.” A small smile grew on Sander’s face. “Besides, I need your expertise about my stream and I’d love to have you with me.”

“Didn’t you say last week that I would be distracting?”

“Maybe,” Robbe said, tilting his head back. Sander stared at him with a sly smile on his face. “Maybe I also changed my mind about you being distracting. But you have to promise to be on your best behavior.”

“Okay,” Sander said, gripping his hips tightly. “I’d love to join. But I don’t know how much help I’m going to be with Fortnite and online matches. All I know is what you’ve told me or I’ve heard on your streams.”

Robbe smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips before moving to the kitchen. “I’ll be back soon. I still need to grab a glass of water or I’m not going to be able to make it the rest of the stream without another break.”

When Robbe returned to his bedroom, Sander had kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the black shirt he had beneath it. His bag had been discarded at the foot of the bed. There was an emotional look on his face as he turned to Robbe who stepped into the doorway.

“You’re playing Pokémon?” Robbe nodded, relishing when Sander closed the distance and pressed another kiss to his lips. Even with a full glass of water in his hands, Robbe wasted no time in wrapping his free arm around his shoulders and kissing him back. When they separated, Sander grinned. “Lucky for you, Mr. IJzermans, I’m quite the Pokémon expert.”

Robbe smiled, stealing another fleeting kiss. “Lucky me.”

#wtfock #wtfam #jij verliest #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #twitch streamer!robbe #tattoo artist!sander #sobbe #rosander #they're in love

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imalwaysintune · 4 years

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A Compulsion

So do y’all remember the YouTube video where Ben Meredith reads out stuff in Elias’ voice? yeah this is based on that moment. you know the one

(in case you don’t actually know it’s the ‘read that statement jon… nice and slow’ complete with link!)

Enjoy!

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“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean even if he were to tell you, I can’t send you in there with a good conscience,” Martin was almost pleading with Jon at this point. He didn’t want to see Jon ruined by Elias, especially considering what they had just learned; exactly the way Gertrude Robinson had died.

Jon waved off Martin’s concern with a flick of his hand. “I’m not risking anyone else Martin. At least I know he’s not going to kill me.” Jon replied, his tone much more sure than he actually felt.

“Just… please, at any sign of danger, get yourself out of there. The truth isn’t worth anything if it means your life,” Martin said, sadness lacing his voice with every word.

Oh Martin, Jon thought just as sadly, If only you knew.

The trek to Elias’ offices felt like forever. It was at this moment that Jon had a strange thought. He wished to be taller. He was under the average height for a man his age, and was made to feel small by many people in his life. He wanted to be the intimidating one for once, but the thought made him chuckle.

When he reached Elias’ door, a thick feeling settling in the space in front of the looming door. He’d never felt it before, but it was almost… welcoming. He placed his hand on the knob and turned quickly, knowing Elias would have Seen his coming.

Just as he predicted, Elias was sitting at his desk, fingers laced in an almost ironically villainous way. Jon had the strangest urge to laugh once again, but thought it was best he kept it to himself. Instead, he walked himself over to Elias’ desk and sat down in the chair opposite him.

Elias only smiled. A calm, rational smile that spoke not of what Jon knew. It almost made Jon angry, that someone could be so calm when they’re figured out to be a murderer. But the thick sensation hadn’t lifted, and it felt like all of Jon’s emotions were muted. Instead of waves filling his head, it was syrup, thick and slow.

He began to speak, to tell the story that he had figured out after years of research and failed attempts. How he figured out about Elias’ murder of Gertrude. Of Leitner. Yet he still didn’t seem phased. Jon was pouring his heart out and accusing this vile man pf murder and yet Elias never wiped that smug look of his face.

Soon Jon’s ramble came to a halt, and he was exhausted. His head felt like it was brimming to the edge with a thick sludge and he felt himself losing consciousness. He fought so, so hard against the black on the edges of his vision. He tried to call out to somebody. Anybody. Martin…

But Martin didn’t come. No one did as Jon finally lost the battle and he was consumed by the darkness.

When Jon finally awoke, the first thing he noticed was the pounding in his head. He felt like someone was beating against the inside of his skull. For all he knew, someone was. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a single thought. It was so thick, like he was swimming in a bog and couldn’t get his head above the filth for long enough to catch a breath. Was he in Hell?

Finally, after what felt like hours, he heard a voice speak through the fog in his head, clearer than spring water rolling down the mountains.

“You know, Jon, I quite enjoyed your little power play there. Made me feel more alive than I have felt in… awhile.” He couldn’t see him, but Jon knew he was grinning. The sick bastard.

“I hope you find comfort in the fact that you were entirely correct in your accusations. Yes, I killed Gertrude, and then I killed Leitner a few years later. It happens in my line of work, you see. Sometimes we must put others down for our own ends, Jonathan.” Elias purred, his voice bringing the ground ever closer to Jon’s feet.

The fog finally, finally, started to clear and Jon could see out of his own eyes once again. He could form coherent thoughts, could feel the surface he was laying on dig into his back. He blinked rapidly at the space around him. It was somewhere he’d never seen before, though that thought didn’t surprise him.

He searched the room for Elias slowly, and found him at the opposite end, leaning lazily along the wall. He was staring at Jon with this look of amusement that enraged Jon, and he tried to stand. But only resistance met him as his wrists and ankles were held by strong rope. He realized that he’d been strapped to a couch, and the rope binding him was tied tightly. He wasn’t going to be able to get them off himself.

“Are you planning to kill me?” Jon tried to speak evenly, but even he could hear the horrible shaking of his voice. It was audible as he spoke the words, and even as he tried to draw air back into his lungs. But the sludge was back, and it was surging throughout his entire body.

“Silly Archivist,” Elias spoke. “I do not wish to kill you, and I don’t want you thinking you’re a martyr. You were simply a fool to try and confront me yourself. Now no one knows you’re here, and they’re freaking out looking for you.”

“Am I still in the Archives?” Jon asked, cursing himself for sounding so scared.

Elias quickly pushed off from the wall and walked with purpose towards Jon. He hated the way his body involuntarily whimpered, fear grabbing hold of his heart and lungs and constricting him. Weirdly enough, Jon welcomed the sensation as it cleared the sludge in his body enough to see Elias. To really see Elias.

He was wearing something completely different than what he had been wearing before Jon had passed out. In fact, they were more unique than any clothes Jon had seen the man in before. He was wearing what at first looked like a butler’s costume. He was wearing a full green piece suit, topped with a waistcoat that made him look like an 1800′s steampunk professor.

Jon was shocked, but his neck was hurting to the point he was seeing stars. His head slammed back down onto the couch and it felt so heavy. Soon Elias’ choice of outfit seemed the least of his concerns. He felt the urge to scream as his body betrayed him. After a few minutes of Jon mentally beating himself up, certainly not for the first time in his life, Elias spoke and brought him out of it.

“No, Jon, you’re not in the Archives anymore. You’ve been out for a week, actually. I thought you might not actually pull through after all, but alas, here you are. Alive and well. Well, maybe not well, but certainly alive.” Was Elias rambling?

“What could you possibly want with me, Elias. I didn’t even have a plan after I told you what I knew. I just wanted to let you know that I found out everything,” Jon stared up at the ceiling as he said this, but soon felt a weight sink into the couch next to him. Elias’ face appeared in his vision.

“Little Archivist,” Elias cooed. “You really have no idea about any of this, do you? I thought you’d be a little further along in this process, but I guess I was wrong. For how much better of an actual archivist you are, you certainly aren’t up to par with learning as quickly as Gertrude.

“You see, I’m hungry, Jon. I feed my patron as it feeds me, but it hasn’t nearly been enough. So you will be my food, and I will force you to satisfy me in any way I choose. Just remember that it could be worse. I could eat you whole.”

Elias said the last word with such conviction that it rattled Jon to his bones. He could do nothing but stare at Elias as pure shock captured his body. What did he mean, what was he talking about. He didn’t get those answers as Elias loosened the ropes on Jon’s wrists and sat him upright on the couch.

Jon’s bones ached, and he heard multiple pops as he was dragged upwards. He almost cried out as the pain in his head became unbearable, but he managed to bite his tongue before he gave Elias the satisfaction. When the pain finally subdued enough that he could open his eyes, he looked at Elias in bafflement.

He looked tired, could see circles under his eyes that he has not seen just moments before. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t thought to look for them, so his brain failed to relay the message. In all honesty, Elias looked horrible. More horrible than me, Jon thought.

Elias reached under the couch for something that Jon couldn’t see, but it seemed heavy from the way he was struggling. When the box finally came into Jon’s view, it looked normal, harmless. Elias quietly removed the box after a seconds consideration and sighed, as if it was a great pain for him to do so.

The box was filled with papers, the type of paper that the Archives have to take down statements. Even in Jon’s muddled state, he could tell the statements were powerful, though he didn’t exactly know how. All he knew was that the waves that had become almost familiar were washing the sludge away and he could fully think again.

Even though a part of Jon wanted to fight, wanted to push and shove his way out of whatever situation he had gotten himself into, a larger part of him wanted to know what was about to happen. He craved the Knowledge of whatever was in the box Elias held, and he wasn’t keen on ruining the chance that had been handed, well, pounded into him.

His eyes were locked on the box, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Elias smirking. He made a mental note to curse himself later after this was all over for giving Elias exactly what he wanted.

Elias grabbed a statement from the top of the box and held it out to Jon, gesturing that he should take it. But he hesitated. He didn’t know what he was getting into, and he wanted Elias to explain beforehand. At least, until Elias spoke.

“Read that statement, Jon. I know you want to,” Elias spoke quietly, his voice low and throaty.

The rope around Jon’s wrists barely had the slack to allow him to grab the paper. Jon felt tired. So tired and he just wanted to curl into a ball and be held. By whom, he didn’t know. A name floated at the edge of his consciousness but he couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the paper in his hands to remember what it was.

And he began to read. Losing himself in the statement, barely registering as Elias… drank up every word that Jon was saying.

And he didn’t read just one. They sat there for hours as Elias made Jon read every single statement. He felt the energy being poured from him and flowing into Elias, but he was helpless to stop it. The statements were too powerful, his physical form too weak right now.

When the box was finally empty, Elias spoke for the first time in hours.

“Just like that, my little Archivist,” Elias cooed once more, before Jon’s body finally granted him comfort and threw himself into a fitful sleep.

Jon woke up to the sound of a steady beeping and snoring. He jerked up, panicking while checking his wrists for rope he knew wasn’t there. The snoring figure in the corner sat up with a jolt and rushed over to Jon’s side.

“Jon! Oh thank goodness, you’re okay,” Martin said, grabbing Jon’s hand with a strength he could barely handle but was grateful for. It grounded him.

“Martin, what happened? Where am I?” The voice that left Jon’s throat didn’t sound like his own, breathy and weak.

“Jon, you’re in the hospital. You went missing for a week before we found you in the tunnels under the Archives. You’ve been in a coma for three weeks,” Martin sounded like he was on the verge of tears as he explained everything to Jon. “Where were you, Jon. You couldn’t have been in the tunnels for the entire week.”

Jon tried to explain, but when he tried to cast his memory back, the last thing he remembered was talking to Martin about what he’d found out. He no longer held the memory of Elias or the statements. He looked Martin in the eye and shook his head. “I have no idea, I’m sorry Martin,” He said quietly.

“No, Jon, don’t you apologize to me. Everyone is guessing it’s Elias, but I was too worried about you to care about him. I’ve been here everyday with you since you were admitted. I’m almost starting to like the hospital coffee,” At this, Jon smiled. “Almost.”

“Thank you, Martin. I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know either, Jon. Let’s get you out of here.”

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This one was honestly very hard to write as it was literally based on a joke premise. But i got inspired and so here we are.

Please feel free to shoot me an ask with any requests or anything!

Thank you so much for reading this and i’ll see you on the next one!

(Also! I wrote an nsfw version: link!)

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #elias bastard #The Eye #My Work #The Archivist #Elias being a bastard for over 2000 words #Ben Merideth #Jonny Sims #my work

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nancywrote · 4 years

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do you believe in ghosts?

Steve’s a bit paranoid at times for no reason at all, it leads him to pulling all-nighters pretty often. Billy, on the other hand, stays up in fear of something completely different. They meet in the middle.

(4k words, originally posted on AO3 but I moved it here! hope you enjoy!)

Let’s be clear.

Steve doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Or aliens.

He’s very much a stick-to-the-science type of guy, especially with Dustin’s insistence on facts and just generally he’s been left alone for long enough in his life to know his house isn’t haunted, and there’s not really any factual evidence that ghosts or aliens exist.

But his parents leave him alone a lot, and his house is big and dark and Steve’s never gotten any sort of comfort or reassurance growing up for the dark corners or the rooms he’s never allowed in.

He’s been scared, because he’s been alone.

That’s all.

The dark shadows cave in on him when he’s asleep, they creep into his room from the halls and his window scares him because yeah, ghosts don’t come from windows but aliens do and intruders as well.

But, again, he doesn’t believe in aliens.

Intruders are very likely, that’s all.

Somehow, that thought still scares him. He’s defenseless, he’s weak, he’s young.

And nobody would be there to hear him or find him.

But every night, the shadows come in and Steve refuses to use his nightlight or turn the hall lights on because that’s childish and he’s not a child. The nightlight’s not even supposed to be there, his mom took it away when he was eight because she deemed him ‘brave enough’ when he managed to start pretending he was fine and no longer paranoid after their longest trip yet.

He just didn’t want to disappoint her, he didn’t want to embarrass her and he wanted to grow up and get over it.

But the house is just so big, and dark, and empty.

And Steve’s always alone.

The only people that know of his paranoia are Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Billy.

Dustin found out purely by coincidence, stumbled in at night to creep up on Steve to plan a surprise party for El. Steve was aware he’d come, but he forgot in his tired haze that he gave him spare keys and then Dustin walked in on him curled up on the couch with the TV blasting and blankets surrounding him.

He was fully decked out, bat nearby as well as his phone and laptop right by his head, and an array of water bottles on the table as well as a good selection of snacks to keep him company.

Nancy, when she and him made up, found him crying in his closet because he felt anxiety creep up his spine when he thought he heard a whisper and his window was a little bit open and he was too afraid to make noise so he jumped in his closet and hid in the clothes and squeezed his eyes and sobbed silently trying to calm his nerves.

He didn’t want to admit how scared he was, he tried to pretend he was just remembering bad things or he fell into the closet, but Nancy saw through it. She was so patient and accepting, she was so caring and even offered to stay some nights.

Some nights, when it gets bad, she does.

Jonathan found out through Nancy, but Steve trusts him now. Jonathan sometimes joins and they’d have nice little sleepovers where they challenge themselves to cook or do arts and crafts or follow DIY tutorials on youtube or something. It’s always fun.

Billy…

That was a hard one.

Steve’s not quite sure how or when it started.

They were enemies at first, anytime they were in a room together it was almost impossible for either of the two to emerge from it unscathed or calm. Billy picks, Steve ignores, Billy pushes, Steve gets angry. Fight ensues.

But that’s not what they really came to be, because now Billy’s the one he goes to a lot more than Nancy on the days he knows the nights are gonna be particularly rough.

Because Billy’s always up at night, always ready for a text or a call and always listening or talking when necessary, never hurting. And they don’t fight, they compromise.

They hated each other, then Steve snapped and ripped Billy apart with words and then Billy didn’t show up for a week and everyone spread rumors that he’d moved back to Cali or that he was too much of a pussy, but Max knew better and by the second half of the next week, Billy was back and biting his tongue whenever Steve was around and even offering him his notes in English.

And then they saw each other at the arcade and Billy gave him a small smile at Max’s side, and Steve went wild with how genuine it was.

It was a slow and subtle development, but Billy got better and Steve kept pushing all the while trying to be as patient as possible. It’s worth it, because now they talk a lot and Billy listens a lot and…

Steve’s feeling scared tonight.

He left a window open and unlocked again earlier, and like an idiot, he left his door unlocked when he left for school and when he came back he damn near had a heart attack.

He searched the whole house (save for the rooms he wasn’t allowed in, they were locked), and spent hours looking through cabinets and drawers and then Nancy texted him and came over to help make sure it was okay. He felt bad, but he was relieved and she had been wanting to come over anyways, it had been awhile.

She made him feel better with jokes and little distractions of hey, what’s this? followed by weird stuff he made as a child that she found littered around in drawers. For the most part, they were alien-related, sporty, or renditions of his parents.

They were very dorky.

And also, he didn’t believe in aliens by the way.

He doesn’t believe in aliens. Obviously.

But tonight he’s alone again, because Nancy had to leave early, and when Steve found that one window unlocked later on all the blood rushed to his head and he nearly passed out because he couldn’t remember if he opened it or not.

He closed it, and it was loud.

So he’s hiding, bedroom door locked, bottom of his bed stuffed with spare pillows and boxes covered with blankets, and snacks and three water bottles by his side. He’s considering buying a mini fridge to keep in every room he uses as his hiding spot.

But his laptop’s there, but it’s charging across the room and even though his closet’s slits have been duct taped and the window’s right next to his laptop shining a sweet moonlight onto it, it’s raining and he’s terrified.

Because he’s also heard of the Boogeyman.

But he doesn’t believe in it, because that’s stupid.

He’s not a child.

And, he doesn’t misbehave. The Boogeyman would never target him.

But, he cussed out some guy in gym yesterday, and maybe karma’s harsher than it is. Maybe he was lucky all the nights before, and he’s just signed his contract now.

But that’s stupid, because he doesn’t believe in the Boogeyman.

But what if the guy sneaks into the house, steals his stuff, and decides he wants more?

But that’s also stupid, because Steve knows that the man’s a sweetheart and probably didn’t even hear his stupid stress-fueled insult.

But also, anybody can come in.

The house is big, it has many windows and doors and…

A shiver runs down Steve’s spine, and he quickly grabs his phone, checking for any texts.

When it lights up all he can see is his background, a picture of him and Robin hogging her neighbor’s cat. No messages.

So he quickly tries to tap on Youtube, but his hands are too sweaty and shaky and they open up his contacts instead.

And Billy’s right there.

And Billy’s always up.

Steve gulps, takes a quick glance around his well-lit room, shudders when he looks at the window and quickly clicks on Billy’s contact.

His fingers work quicker than his brain.

Hey hargrove

It’s simple, it’s quick, he’s taken away all the extra sentences leading into rambles about if he’s sinned recently or not because that’s unnecessary and Steve doesn’t want to drive Billy away.

A few seconds pass of just rain and no response, Steve thinks maybe the other is asleep now. He’s both happy and sad, because he’s happy Billy’s getting the sleep he needs but sad because he really needs Billy and he’s feeling lonely now.

He’s still scared, but he gets pretty lonely and downtrodden when Billy’s not there.

Within, like, total reason.

Because, he’s just good friends with him now, he’d like to think.

Billy comes online, and Steve’s heart stops. He sees the three dots and with every second, he’s taking constant scans of his room trying to make sure nothing’s changed and no shadows are coming.

He wants to block his closet, the duct tape sticks out too much and makes his legs bounce with fear and uncertainty.

tonight must be my lucky night

hey princess

Steve’s heart momentarily picks up, but he ignores it. He’s too scared, and the rain’s getting louder and his windows feel so vulnerable and he feels so naked even though he’s fully dressed and maybe he’s wearing pajamas but he’s grown, he’s fine, just because his parents weren’t there doesn’t mean he didn’t learn to grow independently, he’s okay.

He wipes his palms on the blankets, takes a swig out of his water bottle to soothe his dry mouth and quickly gets to responding because he’s scared that if he doesn’t respond quick enough Billy will leave and he doesn’t want that.

Wyd?? :)

It’s a stupid, half-assed response. He knows Billy knows what’s going on, because there’s never a night when he’s not about to break down crying.

Usually though, he goes to Nancy or Jonathan or Dustin. Billy’s only every other week.

Billy’s still online. He draws his knees to his chest and practically claws at his bedside table through the snacks to get his earphones. Just to muffle the rain.

doin my hair, bored

He smiles imagining Billy curling those locks around his fingers, remembers how he winked at Steve during practice when Steve caught him ruffling his own hair and messing it up.

Can you call??

Billy’s offline for a moment, and Steve nearly breaks down sobbing thinking that that was it, he was done for and all alone and he’s stupid for even trying but then when he places his phone on his lap, it vibrates and lights up with a picture of Billy kissing a dog, smiling at someone behind the camera.

Steve’s heart warms, he himself lights up with this simple picture already and swipes to accept.

“Billy,” Steve whispers, too afraid to speak in the dark of night.

Even though his room is lit up, he knows the rest of the house isn’t. He briefly considers turning the lights off, because what if it stands out? What if they see the lights?

He’s scared of what he means by they.

He feels his shirt sticking to his skin, the dark pattern of gaming controllers don’t make him look any better.

Billy’s voice comes up after a few seconds of shuffling, which Steve can only assume is him reaching for something on his vanity. “Sorry, I’m here now.”

Those words meant a lot. His heart shook with every syllable.

“What’s up?” Billy asks. So, he didn’t really know.

That’s fine, because Steve knows he shouldn’t expect him to, because they don’t talk all the time, only usually with school.

In fact, they’re only school friends, that’s it. This is stupid, and it’s a stupid idea and the rain hits some part of the window particularly hard and Steve jumps and gasps in his bed.

“Woah there. You good, King Steve?” Billy’s voice is in his ears, drowns out the noises, keeps him comfort. Company.

“Yeah-- fuck, I’m sorry. Window was left open today, door was unlocked, scared myself,” he breathes.

He wonders if maybe he should hang up, the silence makes him feel like he interrupted something but he trusts Billy and he’s on the verge of tears.

“I-- I’m really, like--” he can’t quite breathe anymore, he keeps his phone in his lap and his chin on his knees. His thoughts are broken, and he almost feels sad.

He remembers when his mom would hold him, and sing him a lullaby.

But then he grew, and then he became nothing more than a memory to her. And then he was left to fend for himself, hum the words to a lullaby he couldn’t remember at this point and hope she’ll come back one day to stay a few nights and maybe tell him he’s okay again.

Maybe just let him know they’re not real, aliens, ghosts, the Boogeyman.

“Steve.”

Billy’s voice is sharp, cuts through his thoughts and sends him in a mild panic. Billy was speaking, Steve wasn’t registering.

“Wanna see a picture of Max? Susan sent it to me the other day,” Billy asks to change the topic.

It makes Steve’s shoulders relax, not just Billy’s voice but the ability to immerse himself in something that isn’t his room or house or window.

“Sure, show me,” he answers, grabs a chocolate bar quickly and unwraps it. Takes a small bite, even though it’s getting a little soft from how long it’s been there.

His phone dings in his lap and he picks it up, holds it in front of his face and taps out of the call screen.

It’s just a simple photo of Max at her first cat cafe, drinking tea with a cat wearing her sunglasses near her. Trying to look posh.

“That’s adorable,” he mutters, a smile tugging at his lips. The chocolate’s melting already, so he hurriedly pushes it into his mouth and tries to finish it.

“If you think that’s adorable, you should try lookin’ in the mirror, Harrington,” Billy smoothly says.

It’s so casual, so simple and clearly just something Billy just says sometimes. To anyone. He’s probably really used to slipping in lines like that.

But it still makes Steve laugh all the same, and it still warms his cheeks all the same and cools his body all the while. He swallows, tosses the wrapper into the small bin by his side. “You’re looking in one right now, aren’t you?”

The image of Billy just fiddling with his curls at his vanity, talking to Steve so sweetly while still maintaining some focus on his hair just makes the world around Steve calm a little.

But he still feels so alone, so isolated and still a little paranoid.

Because the duct tape is still on his closet, and it stands out against the brown. And the rain is still pattering his window, and even though it’s softer now it’s still showing the far too dark sky and conveniently there tree. He’s effectively locked himself in his room, and his bat is leaning on the bedside table but completely accessible to the bottom of his bed.

But he’s filled the bottom of the bed. It still scares him.

“Yeah, don’t see you though,” Billy remarks, and Steve can hear him hit his knuckle on something (presumably the edge of a table) and the faint noise of pain in the background. He giggles gently, doesn’t dare to close his eyes though.

“Ow, don’t laugh. There was a stupid fuckin’... thing in the way,” Billy says.

“Thing?” The smile shines through Steve’s voice.

“‘s just nailpolish…” he hears Billy grumble, and finds himself giggling again.

There’s the faint noise of crickets, it sends a chill down Steve’s spine. The rain’s stopped by now, just droplets running down his window and it should be reassuring but the silence makes him fear being heard in his own house.

A house is a person’s most vulnerable and personal point.

The best place to attack.

“Well,” Billy starts, and Steve hears him get into bed and possibly kick himself under the sheets, “going anywhere tomorrow?”

It’s the weekends, and Steve usually hangs out with the kids or Nancy and Jonathan.

But no, he has no plans because they’re all occupied with homework, studying, or dating.

“Nope, ditched in the name of love,” he says simply, lies back against his pillow and feels so relaxed. Probably should have done that earlier.

But like, he was just… he wasn’t scared or anything, he just didn’t feel like it.

Obviously.

Billy laughs softly, and Steve knows it’s restrained because it’s late at night and his walls aren’t the thickest, but the laugh is precious to Steve’s ears and he’s suddenly so glad he has earphones in.

“Want me to come over?”

Steve smiles wider, rolls his eyes. “Tomorrow? Yeah, sure, long as you don’t wreck the place.”

He doesn’t really care either way, because if Billy threw something, Steve would throw something too. If he chose suddenly to completely vandalize Steve’s room, Steve would join in without a wasting a second.

He just follows, because he has fun, and he’s very much blind and stupid when it comes to Billy.

Which, he’s fine with.

And it’s just because they’re good friends.

That hung out on Valentine’s Day watching a movie and ditching their plans with whoever their dates were supposed to be that week.

Because, like, those girls were just creepy. And Steve wasn’t about that, nor was Billy.

But then Billy chuckles so richly, and Steve’s fidgeting with the hem of his shirt all giddy and letting himself close his eyes. He still feels tense, rigid in his bed but considerably safer with Billy right there.

“I don’t mean tomorrow, smartass, I’ll be there regardless. I mean tonight,” Billy says.

Oh.

He breathes through his nose, opens his eyes reluctantly and looks around his room. “You can do that?”

Billy’s done it before, he’s not always able to and sometimes Steve prefers he doesn’t just so he can sleep earlier, but any time he does he’s always there exactly when he says he’ll be and he’s always so good at opening Steve up and picking him apart in the nicest and loveliest ways possible.

It’s never really contact, it’s just talking and stupid things like old movies or studying but Steve finds he doesn’t really care if it’s Billy.

And he’ll take what he can get, obviously.

It’s not just Billy. Obviously.

He’s just scared.

But he swears, it’s not of aliens or ghosts or the Boogeyman.

Just intruders.

Only intruders.

“Yeah,” and Steve can hear Billy take a sip of something, could be water, alcohol, anything when it’s Billy but he knows the likely answer is apple juice.

Because Billy thinks he’s badass, but when he’s with Steve all he drinks is apple juice.

“Okay,” Steve says.

That’s all Billy needed apparently, because in the span of a minute he’s already hearing the sound of a car starting up from the other end.

He realizes Billy was probably being quieter than usual because he wasn’t in his room. He was probably in the living room, someplace close to the front door.

He was anticipating going somewhere.

Possibly to Steve’s.

But, that doesn’t matter. Probably.

Steve just keeps the smile on his face, keeps his legs crossed under the blankets now and makes sure his earphones are pushed in. Anything to distract him from his room.

The call’s still going as he hears Billy pull out the driveway, he can tell he’s on speaker now because when he coughs to block a sudden sob of fear, he hears the echo. “You good, Stevie?”

The nickname makes him feel warmer, keeps him safe. The call’s probably still going on because it’s distracting Steve and Billy knows it. It’s only a matter of time before it has to end, though.

“Yeah,” he assures, stretches and yawns.

Freezes when he hears his bed creak a little beneath him.

His body is feeling stiffer by the second.

A few minutes of silence follow. All of it makes Steve think that maybe Billy’s not there anymore, maybe Billy’s not coming, and…

And then the call ends and his throat suddenly closes up at being left alone again and he breaks into a sob.

The earphones make him all too aware of things, and he plucks them out and shoves his phone in the bundle of snacks. Doesn’t bother, he shakes with every second and his sobs are muffled by his hand in fear of being seen or heard. He keeps his eyes trained on both the window, the closet, and his bed. The idea that everything that should hold safety are things that could hold the most danger to him made him quiver.

Billy abandoned him, and he’s so sad and heartbroken by that but he’s even more frightened by the sounds of wind brushing his window and the tree right there and he wonders which version of the Boogeyman would come for him.

His blood runs cold at the sound of a doorbell, echoing through his house.

His skin is pale, eyes fixated ahead distantly until it sounds again and he jumps.

Immediately, Steve rolls off the bed and unlocks his door. He doesn’t know what’s gonna happen, it feels like it’s a long way to the front door, but he walks anyways.

Quick, long and silent steps. Careful to avoid the parts of the floor he knows will make too much sound. He’s timed how fast it would take for him to get from his door to the front door or any other exit, he’s carefully made out each step in the ground that could lead his fears to him, he’s mapped out safe spots that are really just empty or random enough rooms for whatever to not look in first.

But that doesn’t matter, because his front door’s right there and he’s hoping it’s Nancy, Jonathan, or fuck, even his parents.

And he opens it, crying, and it’s Billy.

Billy’s dressed in his usual cool kid get up, but the moment his eyes land on Steve’s face, he shrugs his jacket off and wraps it around Steve’s shaking body, runs in and closes the door behind him. “Hey, hey, baby,” he coos.

Steve practically locks his arms around Billy, starts full on sobbing with relief and his heart just kicks in in the right way again. “Billy,” he hiccups, muffled in the shirt of the dirty blonde’s.

The other wraps his arms around him, squeezes him reassuringly then starts leading them to the living room.

It’s gentle, the way he drags them both down to the couch and turns the TV on. It’s caring, the way he rubs his thumb on Steve’s temple while he fiddles with the remote. It’s real, it’s raw, and it’s nothing supernatural or scary or mean.

Billy was never really any of that, and Steve understands.

But right now, as he crumbles in Billy’s arms, he doesn’t want to understand anything, because he just wants to be safe and okay and now that Billy’s here his house has never felt safer.

It’s like once Billy stepped in, his house exploded with color and meaning and safety.

He can’t deny that.

Billy pulls Steve up so that he’s effectively trapped against Billy’s chest, wrapped in the safety of his arms and jacket acting as a blanket against the cold living room. Billy smells like roses, it brings Steve some feeling of okayness.

He just sobs, head buried in the crook of Billy’s neck while Billy tenderly rubs his temple and back. The TV is quiet, but it’s there. He can hear the opening to Spongebob. It’s stupid, but it keeps Steve awake.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, princess,” Billy whispers, tangles his fingers in Steve’s hair and rubs at his scalp so reassuringly. He believes him. He trusts him.

“I thought you were-- I thought--” Steve practically wheezes, nuzzling Billy’s collarbone with his chin trying to regulate his breathing, “I thought you left--” his voice trails off into an almost-whine, drags out in the worst and most broken way possible and he feels weak and vulnerable and childish.

And Billy,

Billy nods, tries his best to keep them both on the couch and then hums, and fucking…

Kisses Steve’s temple.

His breath catches in his throat, his heart thrums in a different kind of way now and he grips Billy’s shirt tighter. His sobbing is effectively slowed, silenced, interrupted.

“I know. I’m sorry, Steve. I won’t leave you ever. Promise,” Billy says, keeps his cool despite his action and rubs circles into Steve’s back with one finger so caringly.

Steve closes his eyes, fully lets himself get encased by Billy’s arms and nods. He feels a little childish, until Billy tenderly pushes him back a little and he lets out a confused noise.

His face is red, lips plumped and cheeks wet. Billy wouldn’t like to see that.

But Billy smiles at him, and Steve sees his eyes are glassy, and he wants to kiss his eyes or him and then Billy holds out one hand.

One pinky.

“Pinky promise.”

Steve’s mouth drops a little, surprise and warmth filling him. Happiness.

He raises his pinky and entwines it with Billy’s. Lets it sit for a bit then just envelops Billy in an immediate pounce of a hug.

Billy gasps a happy ‘oh’ at that and hugs back, smiles against Steve’s shoulder.

They’re not childish.

They’re not kids.

They’re them, so fuck whoever thinks that pinky promises are lame. It’s their pinky promise.

The hug definitely drags out, it’s definitely not a hug by the time Steve’s dozing off in Billy’s neck and it’s definitely not a hug anymore when their legs are intertwined and Billy’s arm is right beneath Steve’s head, providing a much better pillow than the armrests of the couch.

And Billy hums, and Steve damn near starts sobbing again. Almost.

The tune of a lullaby.

“Sleep pretty darling, do not cry…”

His voice is shaky, unused, but it’s beautiful and it hits the notes just the way Steve’s mother used to but so much more genuine and loving.

“... and I will sing a lullaby…”

Billy’s voice isn’t the most gorgeous singing voice, but it’s raw and it reminds Steve of playing in bands as a child and rocking the guitar. It’s not tea-flavored, but it’s rose-colored.

“Golden slumbers fill your eyes…”

The lyrics, spot on and everything Steve never remembered. But he doubts he’ll forget ever again, because Billy’s never sung before and maybe he’s singing it right now because…

Because Steve would hum it in practice, because Steve would talk about his mom singing him songs whenever it came to poetry in class, because Steve loved to listen to songs with a similar enough tune in a desperate search for it and Steve would mutter the words incoherently trying to remember it.

Because Billy knows Steve, and they’re good friends.

Because Billy notices these things about him.

And he cares about him.

“Smiles await you when you rise…”

Steve raises his head, finds Billy with his eyes closed drifting off as well, but can feel his thumb still rubbing circles in his back.

“Sleep pretty darling, do not cry… and I will sing a lullaby.”

And when Billy’s fully off into dreamland, Steve places a long, tender peck on the ridge of his jaw.

Because he cares too.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things steve #stranger things billy #st3 #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #my fic #fanfic #if you're reading htis...#my prompts are open! i'd like to practice different methods/styles of writing #or just generally writing as well as getting out of a small writer's block #so feel free to leave harringrove requests/prompts in my ask!! <3 #thanks for reading!

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patrick-ships · 4 years

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Everything is Blue (Ethan Nestor x Male reader) [part 10]

(M/N) POV

I woke up, hearing Ethan in the shower. He was singing, he always did, and I thought it was adorable. I rolled myself out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and grabbed my phone. I walked out of the bedroom, and head to the kitchen to fix breakfast. It was six am, the latest I've woken up this week. I got out eggs, waffle mix, and sausage. I had started to play music as I cooked, and I didn't even register that Ethan was behind me.

"...He was red, and I was blue. But when you touched me, I became a lilac sky. And you decided purple wasn't for you..."

"...Your dripping like a saturated sunrise. Your spilling like an overflowing sink. Your ripped at ever edge but your a masterpiece. And your tearing through the pages and the ink..." I hadn't expected to hear Ethan behind me, and I slightly jumped when he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned down and kissed him. Slowly pulling away, I never thought I would care about someone this much. I'd always been told that I couldn't love who I wanted to, that I had to fit the mold. But Ethan, and the Markiplier team, made me realize I could be who I wanted to be, love who I choose, do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. As I looked at Ethan, I knew I could never not love him. He flowed through my veins, he was in my brain, and he held my heart in his hands. He is the love of my life, and that will never change.

I kissed Ethan's forehead, then returned to cooking. He continued to sing, and my heart fluttered at the sound of singing, being a blue angel. I'd met Ethan four years ago. I was going through a dark time, I had just came out, and everyone turned on me. I had to go live with my brother, Tom, because he was the only one that expected me. Then I met Ethan on Twitter, he was there when no one else was. Through the years, we got closer and closer. And I think back to a year ago, when I was so scared he wouldn't love me back, that he would reject me, and our friendship would be ruined. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ethan kissed my cheek. He always knew when I was lost in my thoughts, and he always brought me out of them. I finished the waffles and the bacon, then started cooking the eggs. Ethan made some coffee, and passed me a grey mug, while his was blue. Everything I owned was some color of the rainbow, and pastels, or grey(mostly grey), while Ethan owned mostly blue. Sometimes we were polar opposites, and then we're alike in so many different ways.

"Ethan," I said as I put food on two plates, "I love you."

"I love you more"

"I love you most I win."

Ethan only giggled, a fucknormus grin on his face. We sat down to eat, music still playing. I pulled him from his chair when 'Hearts don't break around here', by Ed Sheehan.

"...shakes my soul like a pot hole, every time. Took my heart upon a one way trip, guess he went wondering of with it. Unlike most men I know, he will bring it back whole." Ethan's head was resting in the crook of my neck, his hands on my chest, my arms around his waist. We stayed like that for awhile, until the song ended, then we finished eating. I got ready for the day, pulling on a black t-shirt, black ripped jeans, a purple flannel tied around my waist, black combat boots, and a purple beanie. Quoting Ethan, I looked like an enderman. He was wearing a a blue t-shirt under my hoodie, a pair of jeans, and blue converse. He always had my hoodie on, even if it was a million fucking degrees out side, he still wore it. I knew why, he liked that it was so big on him, it was oversized on me, but it was three times his size. Ethan went to go record som videos, (I had already pre-recorded mine for the next couple weeks), while started on cleaning up. I did the dishes, wiped down the kitchen, swept and mopped, then vacuumed, and started laundry. When I cleaned and Ethan wasn't busy, he always tried to help, but I wouldn't let him. It wasn't that I didn't want his help, he just did so many little things for me. Some weeks it was flowers, or he'd plan a date, or he'd bring home my favorite treats. I never just expected nor told him to do it, he just did. I didn't want him to have to lift of finger with any of the boring things that just came with life. As I was folding laundry, I heard his laugh come from the other room where he was recording. It always made me smile, that's why I never asked him to clean. He was so happy, I didn't want to make him to something so boring. And besides, I really enjoyed cleaning.

I finished up all my tasks, so I sat down and started to scroll through YouTube comments on the video of our proposal. They were thousands and comments congratulating us, asking when the wedding was, you know, just the common things people ask. I did see some bad ones though, so I deleted them. There was no need for people to say things like that, it was our lives not theirs. But I also understood that I had but my life on the internet, so there would always be hate. But I take the good with the bad, it's just a part of life. A short knock came at the door, I set down my phone and cautiously opened the door. It was a UPS man.

"Are is this the address of (M/N) (L/N)?" the man asked

"Yeah" I replied.

He handed me a small package, and I immediately knew what it was. The rings.

"Thank you" I said as I signed the paper, and then he left. I opened the box to make sure they were in good shape, and I couldn't help but smile when I saw Ethan's ring. It was a black band, with 'I love you' engraved on the inside. The outside had jewels in the pattern of the rainbow. It was breathtaking, and all I could do was hope Ethan liked it. Mine was much simpler than his. It was black, with opals on it, so that when the light caught them just right, it would make tiny rainbows. I put them back in the box, them but in the draw of my bedside table. I heard Ethan laugh again. And I made a decision right there and then. I knew he was live streaming, so I could have a little fun with this. I went to our closest and pulled out a nerf gun, and started walking towards the shut door. I opened the door, he didn't even hear me, but his stream did. I aimed and shot, knocking his head phones off. The look on his face was fucking hilarious.

"You gonna get me back, or just sit there with you mouth open love?"

He grabbed his nerf gun from under his desk. It was much smaller than the one I had, but he was good with it. It went on like that for awhile, waiting for someone to make a move, then Ethan's phone rang. He looked away to see who was calling, and the burg bullet whizzed right passed him onto the wall. By the time his senses put him into motion, I was already behind him. He squeaked, a sound I rarely hear come from him. And then I started tickling him. He was so gonna get pay back on me later, but for now, I won. I wouldn't change this relationship for anything.

#crankgameplays #fanfic

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crowdedimagines · 5 years

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Stargazing - David Dobrik

word count: 1862 summary// david always flirty, but y/n isn’t interested in him that way… at least at first. this leads to a first date spent stargazing

“C’mon, I’m a catch!” David insists, a smug grin on his face.

I roll my eyes while the rest of the group just laughs. This has been a common occurance the last few months. Once David got over Liza and I was introduced to the group though Natalie, he’s always attempted to score. It’s more of a joke for the vlog than anything serious.

“Yeah, Y/n! Give him a chance.” Natalie barely manages to get through her sentence without laughing. Zane and Heath join her in laughing too, David can be a child and they know it.

“Fine, David, you’re taking me out tomorrow night.” I say, finally making a decision.

“Wait, what?” His grin is wiped of his face and he gets a blush covering his cheeks. I smirk, the tables have flipped and now he’s the uncomfortable one.

“You heard me.”

The group oos, it feels like high school.

“You’re serious?” His camera is limp in his hand, he’s not focused on filming this second.

“Deadly. You’ll be picking me up.” I get up and leave for dramatic effect, I can tell the rest of the friend group is freaking out right now. I get to go home and sleep peacefully, tomorrow I get to film a video for my channel and then we’ll see what David has planned for the night. I’m giving him this opportunity so he can finally drop it.

Natalie texts me consistantly about David panicking. He doesn’t know what to plan, he doesn’t want to mess anything up.

I get up the next day and film the video. David texts me telling me that I should wear comfortable clothes and that he’ll be there at five thirty. I get ready and wear a simple outfit of ripped jeans and a top that I like.

David knocks at my door softly, which is weird. Usually, he’s pounding to get in. I swing my door open and am surprised again, he doesn’t have his camera in hand.

“Hey.” I smile.

“Hi.” He clears his throat, obviously nervous. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” We walk out and I lock my door behind me.

“So what do you have planned?” I ask, we’ve been in the car for a few minutes. We aren’t taking a route that leads back to his house so I don’t really know where we’re going.

“It’s a surprise.” He grins.

“Oh, no. A David surprise is either amazing or awful.” I put my face in my hands joking. I know that I can completely trust David.

“Hey, it’s a good one.” He gains a sudden confidence and places a comforting hand on my thigh, “At least I think it is.”

He notices me staring at the hand and loosens his grip, but doesn’t take his hand away. I don’t know why, but I don’t want him to remove it. I’ve tried to never look at David as anything other than a friend. Now that we’re actually on a date that might be changing.

“Sorry, too much?” He keeps his glance continually flicking between his hand, the road, and my face.

“No, you’re fine David.” I laugh a little, keeping things light.

David tells me that we’re stopping for some food in the car, and that it’s not the surprise. He also tells me that if he had had more notice he would have planned a better meal. I don’t complain about the food we pick up and eat in the car, it’s honestly better than anything either of us would have been able to make.

We drive for a while, we aren’t in the city of Los Angeles anymore. We definitely are outside the city limits. The whole time we fill the silence with either talking or singing.

“Hey, where are you taking me?” I ask suddenly realizing just how much time we’ve spent in the car.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He rolls his eyes, proud grin remaining on his face.

“I know, but we’ve been in the car for ages.” I exaggerate a complaint.

He laughs before replying saying that we’re getting close. He wasn’t lying, because it’s only a few more minutes before he pulls the car off to the side of the road and parks.

“Is this the part where you kill me in the middle of nowhere?”

David lets out a loud laugh and shakes his head before getting out of the car.

I follow action and get out of his car. Immediately I wrap my arms around myself. It’s cold at night and I’m not exactly dressed for anything outside.

“Here.”

David hands me a stack of a few blankets from his trunk while he digs through it some more. He comes back up with a flashlight and his camera.

“Follow me.” He has a proud smirk. I have to admit it’s nice to see him putting so much effort into this. I wasn’t even sure that he was serious about us, he’s proven that thought wrong tonight.

David stops walking once we get to this little clearing and he turns around. He takes one of the blankets from my arms and throws it down on the ground. He sits down, his camera sitting lazily on the ground filming in our general direction.

“You gonna sit?” He bites his bottom lip.

I smile and sit down right next to him. The edges of our legs touching. It’s such a small thing, but it feels like a lot. It’s more than either of us are used to with each other.

“I was struggling to think of a date that would be worthy of you and impress you.” David starts to explain, “I was begging Natalie for help, but she made me figure it out for myself. We already know each other well so I didn’t want to have a basic dinner. So I came to the conclusion that something that would stick with you is something I don’t think you’ve ever done on a date before. Have you ever been stargazing on a date before?”

I shake my head no. I don’t know why I feel a little nervous all of the sudden. Maybe it’s because this is a real date, in my head it was going to just be vlog content. I didn’t think real emotions would be connected. I’ve never let him in before, I didn’t want to be his rebound girl.

“Thank god.” He sighs in relief.

I spread out the remaining blanket that I had for both of us to use. He scoots closer and places an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in close to him.

“Smooth move.” I tease, I can’t hold back my laugh this time.

“I know. I’m being very impressive right now, right?” He plays along acting completely confident when I know that I could make him melt in my hands if I wanted to.

“Definitely.” I smile smugly.

We both lay back, I decide to make a move so we’re even closer. My head is resting on his chest. I may also be using him for body heat at this point.

“This is nice.” I comment after a long comfortable silence.

I whisper because it’s so quiet out here. I feel as if my voice could easily disrupt everything.

“I agree. This is why we had to leave the city. Where else would you get a sky this clear?” David’s hand is resting on my back, holding my close and tracing small patterns.

“I have to say David, this is a pretty spectacular date.” I peek my head up so I can actually look at him.

“Good. I can’t even tell you how nervous I was.”

“Was?” I decide I want to tease him some more. After all, he’s been teasing me for months, “I can feel your heart beating right now, David. It’s pounding.”

His face reddens while my smirk grows knowing that I am the one making him so nervous.

“I’m not still nervous for the date.”

“Than what are you nervous for right now?” “I’m nervous because the girl of my dreams is practically on top of me right now.”

My jaw drops. The girl of his dreams? I thought I was just a rebound, his current interest that would fade.

“The girl of your dreams?” I hint for him to further explain.

“Yeah, of course you are. You’re the perfect girl. Perfect with all of your imperfections. You are kind to everyone around you yet you can still crack jokes with people. You are a youtube personality, but you don’t let it ever get to your head. You and I have a connection, don’t deny it.”

“Who said I’m denying it?” I ask, leaning my face a little closer.

“What?” He gulps. No matter how big David’s name gets, he is always going to be the boy nervous at first with the girl.

I don’t give David another second to panic because I connect our lips. His lips are cold only for a second, but then they’re inviting and warm. We kiss for a few seconds before I pull away. I push a strand of hair behind my ear that had been tickling David’s face.

“Holy shit.” David whispers, making both of us laugh loudly.

I slide down off of his chest and lay back down on my side. We both focus on the sky again.

“Hey! Shooting star.” I reach out and point to the star that quickly flies by the sky. “Make a wish.”

“I don’t need to make a wish, I have everything I need.” David presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“God, that was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up.”

We stay out there together until we can’t take the cold any longer, which ends up being longer than either of us thought. We spent the time either talking about anything and everything or just looking at the sky while one of us plays with the other’s hands.

“Thank you, David, for an amazing date.”

David is dropping me off at the door, like a true gentleman.

“Of course, I had so much fun.” A sly smile graces his face. “I hope there’s a second date.”

“There will definitely be a second date.” I agree.

“Wow, I did that good?”

“Yeah, you did really good, Dobrik.”

David leans forward and I think he’s going to kiss me. He lets the tension build as his breath is warm on my cheek. I bite my lip lightly, completely drawing his attention to them. He doesn’t let another second pass, his lips attack mine.

This kiss is different from our first. Our first was light and easy to break the ice, now we are just so hungry for each other’s touch. Months of avoiding each other has finally hit it’s breaking point. After awhile we do have to pull apart. David’s lips are red and swollen and I know that mine mirror his.

“Wanna come inside?”

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mythaura-blog · 5 years

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Hello everyone!

First things first, I am so very sorry for the lack of updates and the silence from me. I have a few things to address on that front as well as progress we’ve made over the past few months. Under the cut:

Why so quiet?

Changes to Patreon, Weekly updates and the road ahead.

Progress with development!

New Hybrids.

Inventory, Beast Breeding and NPC previews.

Other art developments.

Demo update - Special marking Hood & base edits.

Why so quiet?

The reason for the lack of updates on Mythaura comes down to my own mismanagement of time. Last year had a very demanding full-time creative job with heavy deadlines and occasional overtime. At the time I set aside time for Mythaura after I got home and on the weekends to catch up on Patreon and community things. In hindsight, drawing 9-5 then jumping straight into more drawing and project management wasn’t the healthiest idea. Burnout at that point was inevitable, although I couldn’t see it through the excitement I had for the project. It came to a head a few months ago where I had to make the decision myself to pause Patreon - both monetarily and delivering new updates to existing patrons and posting new development updates here.

I was not clear to the community on what was happening and I buried my head in the sand for awhile, thinking that I would only halt updates for at least a month then get straight back into updates. I did not elaborate on the state of the game and the future and for that I am deeply sorry. I realize the silence from Patreon, Discord and other socials might have been concerning or disappointing to some of you.

The support for Mythaura so far has been nothing short of incredible, I am so thankful for everyone’s pledges, feedback and excitement. It inspires me to do better everyday. Without the passion from the community, it’s obvious the game wouldn’t have gained its legs.

Going forward, I will strive to update everyone more clearly what’s happening on all our social platforms. This has also been a lesson for me in terms of management and workloads. I am committed to making Mythaura the best it can be. To ensure project silence from myself won’t happen again, I will be making a few changes to how updates are delivered and keep Mythaura magic in motion.

So, what’s changing and what does the road ahead look like?

The past Weekly development updates on this blog will now become Bi-weekly. Two to three write ups a month will allow me focus more on the game itself, patron updates and make the write-up here more substantial with new content. An extra week will avoid the last minute scramble to prepare a blog post.

Patreon Tiers adjusted and changed. The “Mythic” $50 tier (Monster design) has been removed - this tier took up a lot of our art resources and time. There is potential for this tier to return in the future however for now patrons will have a chance to have their ideas put into the game via the “Artisan” item $20 tier.

The “Scholar” $10 and above tier has a new reward - an exclusive monthly art postcard mailed to patrons as well as an in-game banner to flaunt your scholarly status. Polls and voting have now been moved from Ally to this tier.

Early sketches and WIPS, coding progress and previews have been moved to the “Archivist” $5 and above tier. Early alpha/beta invite and high quality downloads remains unchanged.

“Ally” $1 Tier has access to patron-only news and in-game Ally banner.

Two new tiers introduced - these offer the same as Ally. These are options for supporters those who wish to donate more than $1 per month.

New tiers are now live on the Patreon. Here’s an image of the old tiers and the new adjusted tiers to clarify changes further!

On alpha/beta invites for Archivist tier: Supporters will NOT lose their invite eligibility if they choose to cancel their month. A record of all emails are kept! Patreon posting schedules. To ensure consistent and frequent updates to supporters, patron posts will run on a weekly schedule. >> Click here to see the weekly patreon calender << I believe these changes will help us focus on what matters most - developing the game! Thank you so much to our past and future supporters. Again, we couldn’t do this without you. ❤

Even though all was quiet on the social front, we have been hard at work.

Last year and the beginning of 2019 was a huge success for Mythaura. Just a quick overview from a distance, we created: 100+ in-game items. 6 New Hybrids and their Young bases. 6 New special markings. 30+ Monsters. Completed the Beast breeding system. Completed Inventory system. Developed robust Admin Content Management system. More secret things!

On the subject of features 👀 Our very own incredibly talented coder, Koafox, has developed what is only the beginning of what is to become your future day-to-day gameplay in Mythaura. The breeding system is in place and has been tested for a number of months. (Apologies for the poor quality gifs due to tumblrs size limits, we’ll have a video up on our youtube channel soon demoing these features.)

Our inventory system is fully responsive and flaunts category options, search bar and sorting options.

And our current development focus: NPC fronted shops featuring Pollis and his Travelling Wagon! (PS: His shop art is still a work-in-progress, don’t mind the sketches!)

The goal is for all the NPCs in Mythaura to feel alive. Each have unique dialogue options, quests and reputation rewards. Pollis’s shop is just one out of the planned nine interactable NPCs in the game world.

In the past we teased some new Hybrids on this blog and Patreon. I’m so pleased to announce that their art is now complete! Meet the tier-three Hybrids!

The Ryu (Quetzal x Kirin) Basilisk (Quetzal x Hippogriff) and Peryton (Kirin x Hippogriff)

These hybrids will be available in our Demo this month!

We’ve also been chipping away at our interactive Marketplace Map. Progress has been made on isometric art tiles and NPC Shop art that the player will see when navigating to their shops. Beast Gear artwork has also commenced! Here’s a quick teaser.. progress on this gear set will be featured on Patreon.

Last but not least, a new Special marking has been created and will be added to the Beast Demo shortly!

Hood adds a solid color to the head of Beasts. It pairs quite well with a combination of different specials!

Another update will be coming to the demo this upcoming week which will reduce the Young base size by about 20%. The reign of the giant babies is no more! I will share another update soon when these additions are live.

I can’t wait to share more with everybody soon! Thanks again for being so patient as I work through the growing pains of a expanding community. The future is bright and immensely exciting.

❤ Grif

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imaginedolanscribbles · 5 years

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Grayson x reader

Warnings: none (not even swearing, are yall proud of me lol)

Words: 2.404

Anon request: “I recently found your blog. Can I request a Grayson Dolan Imagine where the reader is a funny YouTuber, and has been spending a lot of time with the vlog squad (David Dobrik) recently and Grayson is just really jealous about it”

a/n: Thank you anon! I feel like Grayson would be kind of a sad-jealous type of person…just as a warning/explanation before you read this. Uhm. Hope ya like it? (I also don’t know a lot about the vlog squad, I’m really sorry, so all I wrote in here is just what I found on the internet)

You are a little surprised (disappointed) when Gray doesn’t offer to pick you up for your dinner date tonight. It’s been awhile since you last went on a real date, just the two of you without anyone else tagging along. But you’ve been dating for almost a year now and picking you up is not something Gray is obligated to do, of course. A lot has been going on recently and you’re just happy to spend some quality time with him again. If you’re being honest you’re even kind of missing him, even though you’re living in the same city. There just never seems to be enough time to see him. Maybe you should work a little less…convince Gray to go on vacation with you…surprise him with a present or something…So you shrug your surprise (disappointment) off and don’t think much of it.

That is, until you arrive at the restaurant and Gray is sitting at the table he had reserved for the two you and his hair is...wet? He has his head bowed down, his hands laying in his lap, fiddling with his phone and you know he’s gnawing on his lower lip even though you can only see half of his face.

“Hey”, you greet him and put your hand on his shoulder to stop him from getting up. His face lights up and you can feel an answering smile spread over your face at the sight of his widening smile. You brush your lips over his in greeting and – yeah, his hair doesn’t only look wet, it really is wet. But it’s not raining or anything.

You take your seat opposite him and as much as you just want to bask in his presence and drink in the sight of him, you can’t help but notice his appearance. Apart from his hair being wet (and in severe need of a haircut) he seems to have shaved very messily: he has a cut just under his chin and there’s a patch of stubble he missed, right on the hinge of his jaw. His outfit, while put together impeccably like always, doesn’t seem to fit right. Either the entire right side of his body shrunk, or he buttoned his shirt all wrong. You can’t see his shoes but if he wore two different ones, you can’t say you’d be surprised.

“Hey”, Gray answers and his smile is so achingly sweet you forget his unusual appearance for a minute. “I, uh, didn’t order, yet. Wasn’t sure what you wanted.”

“Oh, I guess, I’ll take the usual”, you shrug and open the menu that lays folded before you. Gray and you identified this restaurant as your favourite quite early in your relationship and as much as you like trying new things, the Tagliatelle alla Panna in this place are amazing – especially with their self-made cheese sauce, hmm.

“I’m not sure I even know what your usual is anymore”, Gray mumbles from the other side of the table but he has his head bowed over the menu when you look up at him with a frown.

Before you can formulate a question, the waiter appears behind him. He takes your orders with a smile and brings your drinks shortly after.

“So, uhm”, you mumble, his comment from earlier making you feel a little awkward. A feeling you’re not used to, not around Gray. He looks at you when you start talking and you can’t tell for sure but it looks like he also has dark rings under his eyes. What on earth could have him this distracted? “Feels like ages since I saw you last time.”

“Hm, yeah”, Gray nods and for a moment it seems like he tries for a smile before he resorts to clearing his throat instead. “Last Monday, I think.”

“Oh, right”, you nod. You’d had to leave around midday because Grayson still had to edit their video before Tuesday and since their videos got so much longer these past months, the editing takes much longer, too. “Well. Still feels like ages to me.”

The laugh that comes out of you is high and nervous and you start fiddling with the tablecloth above your knees where he can’t see. This feels weird. Why does it feel weird? Being around Gray has never felt weird before.

“Me too”, Gray admits softly and there’s that familiar rush of affection whenever he voices these sweet, quiet thoughts. He only glances at you from underneath his eyelashes, though, and keeps his head ducked otherwise. He does catch your smile, at least, and half his mouth lifts into an answering one. Under any other circumstances this would be seductive, but you just can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.

That’s the moment the waiter chooses to bring your food which results in another polite pause and an exchange of thankful nods and smiles. He wishes you a cheerful “buon appetito!” and leaves as you start eating your respective dishes.

“So”, you start again, after a few bites taken in silence. Gray looks you in the eye to indicate he’s listening. “What’s up with you?”

“I, uh”, Gray draws his eyebrows together and pulls his shoulders up slightly. “Don’t know. Not much, I guess? Hanging with E, James and Emma a lot. Working out? Planning our next trip to Jersey. Just…boring same old I guess.”

Well, that’s not what you meant, but actually... “Ugh, I miss your ‘boring same old’”, you sigh wistfully. “I feel tired all the time, lately, I think I need a vacation. Or, you know, just hanging out at yours and unwinding a little would have the same effect, I guess”, you smile at him and think of curling up on his bed and cuddling with a movie he’s guaranteed to fall asleep to.

Inexplicably, his face falls at that and he’s back to avoiding eye-contact again. “Well, it’s not like you couldn’t drop by any time.” His tone sounds kind of flat and he’s pushing his food from one side of his plate to the other with a fork. He’s always hungry. Why isn’t he eating? Something is definitely up. You frown.

“Okay, what’s really up, Grayson?” You nod to his clothes and hair (still damp) when he glances at you questioningly. “You look like you don’t even really want to be here. And, I mean, that would okay but, Gray, if you’re not feeling well you could’ve cancelled, you know? Yeah, I’d have been disappointed but it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in months, it’s only been a few days, and I could’ve visited you or brought you something or – okay just, why, why is your hair wet?”

With every word coming out of your mouth Gray seems to curl in on himself a little more until his head is ducked almost behind his glass. At your last question though, he frowns and lifts his hand to his hair as if he hadn’t even noticed. He looks at his dampened hand somewhat surprised. “Well…I showered and didn’t have time to blow-dry my hair before coming here.”

His hair doesn’t take long to dry and if it’s still wet from the shower, he can’t have showered more than half an hour before arriving here. You can feel your own frown deepening. “So…what was so important today that you couldn’t have showered earlier? You don’t even have poor time-management skills, like me, I don’t understand how – “

“I wasn’t sure the date was still up”, Gray cuts you off, mumbling into his lap.

“…oh.”, is all you can say. Well. “I mean, we haven’t done date-night for a while, I guess, but – “

“You cancelled last time”, Gray replies in a sort of defiant tone and you can see the tablecloth moving where he’s fiddling it between his fingers. “And the time before that, too.”

Well. That’s true. Kind of. But… “I, uhm. I’m sorry about that, Gray, but I told you I was sorry and I explained, didn’t I? The first time was because Teddy had forgotten to invite me to go to the movies with them and it would’ve felt rude to cancel on them on the day, even though I’d only the invitation hours before.” You didn’t feel that guilty back then when you’d cancelled on Gray. You had never cancelled before and you’d just been at Gray’s the entire weekend. Looking at him now, his hair damp and floppy, shirt buttoned wrong and staring hard at anything but you, that small puddle of guilt in the back of your mind turns into an outright waterfall. “And, uh, last time I was so tired, Gray, I promise you the evening would’ve just been me falling asleep over the appetizer. I’m sorry.”

Gray shakes his head and there’s even a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. Uh, yeah, I get that, yes. Of course.”

There’s a pause and he starts fiddling in his lap once more, then there’s that glance again.

“I just, uhm. I guess, it’s just that…you don’t seem to be tired when you’re hanging with the ‘vlog squad’” – he puts actual air-quotes here – “so, you know, that’s…that’s a little…well.” He doesn’t even attempt to end that sentence, just shrugs, rubs his jaw and winces when he pulls at his skin hard enough to rip at the cut under his chin.

He cut himself shaving. He never cuts himself shaving, he must’ve been in a real hurry to cut himself like that. And he showered and put on a nice shirt, everything so rushed he didn’t manage to do any of those things properly. Accompanying the lump of guilt lodging itself into your throat comes that warmth rushing through you until you can feel it prickling in your fingertips – it’s just such a Gray thing, to try, to really try, no matter what. If nothing else, he managed to be on time, so all his hurrying paid off a little at least.

“Gray…” You don’t know what to say but when you put your hand on the table, reaching out, you almost expect him to ignore it. When he takes your hand without hesitation there’s an actual flutter of relief in your stomach.

“I don’t-”, Gray frowns, looking for the right words as he considers your clasped hands. “I mean, I’m not trying to make you feel bad for…for hanging with your new friends or whatever but…maybe don’t forget your old friends? Or”, his lips twitch into an ironic smile and he finally looks at you, really looks at you, “I guess, at least don’t forget me, okay?”

You still feel guilty but smiling back at him is a reflex at this point, no use in fighting it. Also, his fingers are stroking your pulse slowly and his palm encasing yours just feels too familiar to not feel a little at home.

“I never forgot you, Gray”, you reply and wind your fingers around his to make your point. “David and the rest were just so nice and sweet to me and filming with them is so much fun and they’re really cool and I think you’d actually really like them if you hung out with them, too. I didn’t have lots of spare time, recently, you’re right. I didn’t mean to…to neglect you, or anything.”

He doesn’t seem too keen on ‘hanging out’ with the rest of them but he doesn’t pull his hand back either. “You didn’t neglect me, I’m not a pet or something. It’s just…it would be nice to get at least have as much attention as the ‘vlog squad’. I mean. Being your boyfriend and all.”

“Stop with the air-quotes already, they’re friends.” You chuckle and roll your eyes but hold onto his hand quickly, as he tries to let go. “I’m sorry you felt ignored, okay? I mean that.” He stops pulling at your hand and you loosen your grip to trace the lines of his open palm. “I meant it when I said earlier it felt like ages since I last saw you. I missed you. Don’t ever doubt that.” It wasn’t a question but Gray still nods quietly and it’s so good to have him back, this unguarded, open (lovely, sweet, soft) version of Gray, that you lift his hand to press a quick kiss into his palm. Gray keeps it there and cups your jaw. “The next two weeks are just for us, yeah? I’ll stay at yours and annoy you until you wish I’d go back to my ‘new’ friends.”

Gray shakes his head with a reluctant smile at your cheeky grin and presses his thumb against your lower lip, opening your mouth slightly.

“Never”, he challenges and doesn’t beat an eyelash when you graze your teeth against the pad of his thumb teasingly.

“We’ll see about that”, you promise, and he hauls you closer with something like a growl in his chest until his nose rubs against yours.

“You always have to have the last word, huh?”, he asks and kisses you before you can answer.

It doesn’t last two seconds before the table between you starts buzzing. Gray pulls away far enough so both of you can glance at the phone lit up and buzzing between you. It’s yours. And the name flashing on the screen reads “Gabbie”.

It’s times like these, when he reads just as quickly as you even though the text is upside down, that you suspect Gray maybe has some sort of selective dyslexia. The second you read Gabbie’s name, Gray pulls you in again and places a distinctly possessive kiss on your lips.

“Don’t you dare pick up”, Gray breathes into your mouth.

Someone on the table next to you clears their throat before you can answer and he lets go. You sit back in your seat and calmly even out your skirt, your phone still buzzing and Gray’s eyes drilling into your face from across the table. You look right into his eyes as you grab your phone and the flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes tightens your heart for a split second. You turn your phone off without looking at it and Gray’s eyes turn into pure, melted chocolate and you can’t wait to curl up in his embrace later tonight.

You like your friends. You’re not going to stop hanging out with them because Gray is jealous. But you will also not prioritize them over him.

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kirinda-ondo · 5 years

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Rant/tell me about Cobalt and why u love him so much??

Ok so this is probably going to get very long, and very, very cheesy, and I hope y’all are ready for this.

Cobalt is a very special character to me and is absolutely my favorite character of all time, from anything in the history of ever. It doesn’t matter what other fandom I’m hyperfixated on or what character I’m saying is my son at the moment, if you bring him up at any time, in any context I will be there.

So you’re probably wondering how I got here.

Once upon a time, it was 2009 and I was a young weeaboo, constantly absorbing everything anime or manga I could. I had just come out from the Astro Boy movie, and I immediately wanted to watch the source material. I’d already seen a bit of it on adult swim when they were running an Astro Boy marathon, but I had to go to bed at 11:30 then so I didn’t get to see much. So this time, I went to youtube and I found all the (dubbed) episodes of the 60s series. (Sadly you can’t find them all there anymore and it’s a crying shame).

I basically marathoned them, but over in the sidebar where the recommendations were, I kept seeing the thumbnail for part 2 or 3 (this was back when youtube only let you post 10 minute videos and you had to watch anime in 3 parts) of the episode “Brother Jetto.” You could plainly see him, and so it was clear this was supposed to be Astro’s brother. I thought it was neat that Astro even had a brother, as I’d only known about Uran before. I wanted to know more, but I promised myself I wouldn’t skip ahead. Though it was very tempting at times, I stuck to my guns and watched all 83 episodes up to that point.

However, it was not actually love at first sight. When I finally got to this episode 84, I wasn’t really impressed. “Wow, he’s kind of annoying, what’s the point?” I had thought like a fool, but I was still willing to accept him as part of the canon, as I figured I’d be seeing a lot more of him now that he had been introduced. After all, that’s what they did with Uran! But then…. that pretty much didn’t happen at all, which I thought was kind of weird. After all, why introduce a new sibling if he’s not going to show up again?

But then I got to the episode “A Deep, Deep Secret” about 6 episodes later, and I found myself a little relieved that he wasn’t completely canned. Upon watching that episode, I’d found that he’d started to grow on me a bit, but he still wasn’t my favorite. However, the trend of him being gone for several episodes only to show up once in a blue moon continued until I’d run out of episodes. I moved on to the 80s series next (and then the 2003 series) having learned that Cobalt had been replaced by Atlas as Astro’s brother. While I enjoyed those series (the 80s one a bit moreso than the 2003 one), I found myself kind of missing Astro’s dingus brother that had barely seemed to get a chance. After marathoning all the series (at the time), I started doing some googling and found out he had a slightly better run in the undubbed Japanese episodes (which was also how I discovered AB-O! Hi fandom!) and I’d learned a lot more about him. But the most important thing I’d learned was that I was in fact very emotionally invested in this character now and I was in deep.

Mind you at this time the undubbed Japanese episodes were nearly impossible to find without purchasing the complete DVD set and a player that could play them (on account of the fact that the set was region locked from western DVD players) so for years I sat wondering more about what those Japanese episodes were like, as the forums only had plot summaries with a handful of screencaps to go off of. Nowadays you can watch all the undubbed (and sadly unsubbed) episodes here but 13 year old me did not have the knowledge to do foreign language googling at the time.

But still, my Cobalt-loving heart wanted more, so I scoured the English speaking internet for whatever I could find, official or fanmade. Official content was virtually nonexistent, and the amount of fanmade content, I could count on one hand. The general fan consensus at the time seemed to be “Who the hell is Cobalt” or “Eh, whatever,” which was a far cry from how it is now. But being horribly deprived back then, I did the only thing I could: I combed through the dub for every episode he was in, coming up with a whopping total of…..four (well technically five but in that one he’s literally only in the last five seconds with no animation or lines), and I watched them religiously. I could pretty much quote Cobalt’s debut episode by heart. (For the record I can no longer do this to the extent I used to, but should the opportunity arise, I can still quote large chunks of it).

As I did this and learned more about him in my desperate googling, I started developing jokes for what would become my first silly comics, for which I am known in this fandom for. The art and writing for these was….. painful, to say the least, so I don’t even like to think about it, but as I’d already had a decently sized following from drawing silly (read: bad) Sonic comics, they caught on decently well, and I’d even managed to drag my friend and son down with me into Cobalt Hell™. Together, we made a group for Cobalt fans on deviantart (which is still up, but I no longer run it, as I deactivated the account that modded it without transferring ownership, so now it’s likely a wild west hellscape that I’m a little scared to look at).

This seemed to help do the trick though, as Cobalt fans were slowly coming out of the woodwork and appreciating this good boy. On and off I’d spread my yelling about Cobalt (and my silly drawings) to different platforms like the Astro Boy forums and tumblr, and even as I got into different things, after awhile, things kinda grew without me. Now I’m not gonna be out here claiming I built this city myself with my own two hands, as a lot of people got dragged into this hell of their own accord, but I do like to think my, umm….passion at least helped generate some interest, and I can’t help but be proud of how far this fandom has come from “Who the hell is Cobalt” to “Look at this good boy, I love him” and literally all the other Cobalt fans I’ve met have been the coolest people (in general, not just because of their good taste).

I think what really changed my life though was when AprilSeven, a mod on the Astro Boy forum and also probably the original Cobalt fan, as she’d seen the 60s version back when it was originally airing, finally got a hold of the undubbed Japanese episodes, and graciously allowed me and a few of the other big-name Cobalt fans get in on that action, and boy howdy, the screenshots and plot summaries really did not do these episodes justice (at least in terms of Cobalt content). My understanding of him as a character expanded like tenfold, and my appreciation of him expanded even more than that.

…Which brings me into a nice segue in which I shift more into just exactly why I like Cobalt so much. Yes, there’s more. I warned y'all, this was gonna be a Pandora’s Box that could not be closed once it was opened.

I honestly just find him a joy to watch. A lot of what made him grow on me was just how funny he is. I’m a sucker for comic relief characters in general, and he has a personality that lends itself to comedy. In the anime version, he’s literally introduced right out the gate as being kind of a dingus. He’s naive, he’s way too trusting of obviously suspicious people, he’s easily confused, he’s easily distracted, he’s a klutz, and he just… regularly destroys the laws of physics and/or the fourth wall just because. Sometimes he also gets weird ideas in his head to do things that could have been done a completely different, easier way and weirdly enough, it actually kind of winds up working? It’s so fun to watch him approach problems because he’s just… so far out there sometimes.

But beyond being absolutely weird and hilarious, he’s just a really sweet kid. He doesn’t like to fight, he wants to make friends with everyone and everything, he will drop literally anything he’s doing, no matter how important it is, to help someone in need, he’s good with babies and small children and puppies (sometimes), he would fight (and sacrifice himself) for his family, and just means well even if he tends to bungle things up and make them worse sometimes. Honestly, and this is gonna sound dumb, but he helped me be a better person. I used to be an absolute asshole when I was younger, but once I’d gotten into Cobalt Hell™, I was like “I wanna be that sweet and good (but with a better sense of stranger danger)” and I made that effort and did that shit.

That being said though, he’s not perfect, and I wouldn’t want him to be. His flaws, though they kind of give him the short end of the stick in life, are a lot of why I find him so endearing. All the naivety and confusion and general lack of coordination I mentioned before aside, he’s honestly just really relatable. He’ll say jokes so bad that Uran wants to punch him, he’ll opt out of the plot because he doesn’t want to get out of bed, he’ll fight with his siblings over silly petty things, he’ll get frustrated if he tries something and it doesn’t go his way, he’ll absolutely partake in his siblings’ mischief (if not start it sometimes), and just so much more. He just feels like a kid you would know (or maybe a kid that you were at one point) and I really appreciate that about him.

Unfortunately, the canon was not kind to Cobalt, and I think a lot of that comes from Osamu Tezuka just… not knowing what to do with him after making him? Like in the manga, he was just kind of created as a really rushed contingency plan because they thought Astro was missing. Sure, he was taken in as part of the family afterward, but not many appearances later, he was killed off in a firey explosion… Until Tezuka decided to change his mind and let him live in the end. His grave’s still there though. He gets to see it. I know it’s a framing device to explain the circumstances of Cobalt’s retconned death but it’s kind of fucked up to let a boy see his own grave..

Even being brought back, Cobalt didn’t get to do very much. He’d get some good scenes with Uran, but a lot of the time, he was sort of just relegated to filling up space in the background, provided he actually survived til the end of the chapter. When he wasn’t getting forgotten by the plot and thusly zapped out of existence, he would wind up sacrificing himself in some way that wouldn’t allow him to continue to take part in the plot anymore (be it parts, energy, etc.) The most painfully egregious example of this is in the chapter “Youth Gas.” Astro and Cobalt are convinced to fight each other to the “death.” They’re not really dead, but Ochanomizu says they are and can’t be repaired. At first, there’s mourning for “two of the world’s greatest robots,” but then we see a funeral service in which only Astro’s body is shown and his parents are only mourning him, completely forgetting Cobalt exists. He’s never seen again for the rest of the chapter. Now I would assume this is just a writing mistake, but it really does make it look like Cobalt’s own parents wouldn’t even bat an eye if he died, so there’s that.

The anime isn’t quite as horrible, and it is kind enough to give Cobalt a more prominent role once he finally shows up (even getting a handful of focus episodes!), but he doesn’t go unscathed either. In this version, he has the misfortune of being created by Dr. Umataro “Father of the Year” Tenma before Astro was made and was scrapped because, to quote dub!Ochan, “his electronic brain wasn’t as perfect as Dr. [Tenma] wanted.” (read: he thought Cobalt was a dumbass). Cobalt is eventually found and brought into the family, but because he still winds up not being relevant to the plot a lot of the time, he is once again zapped out of the existence and looks like a victim of child neglect. As a result, he gets left out of family vacations and holidays, even in favor of Chi-tan, who is usually even higher on the scale of irrelevant Astro Boy characters. Unlike Astro, Cobalt doesn’t have any consistent friends to even remotely justify what he could possibly be doing offscreen by himself, so it just kind of implies a very sad and lonely existence in-universe.

And of course, the final, meta blow that literally every fan of Cobalt is still despairing about to this day: basically being yeeted out of the canon. After the 60s series, he disappeared off the face of the earth until 2015 when some lovely soul decided to bring him back for Peeping Life TV: Season 1?? (The question marks are part of the title). He’d be referenced again a couple years later in Atom: The Beginning, and will be here for the game Eshigami no Kizuna sometime in 2019 as a… moe anime girl. That’s a little weird, but I’m hoping these sorts of weird appearances will mean a trend toward putting him back in the canon (and hopefully being treated better).

It just hurts my heart to see such a good character get treated like this by canon. He deserves way better and it just seems really clear to me that Tezuka didn’t really know what to do with him. I feel like he has a lot of potential as a character, though. Regardless of what origin you pick for him, Cobalt is essentially existing as a worse version of Astro. I feel like you could have some good character development regarding how he would feel about himself in relation to Astro in sort of a parallel to how Astro might feel about himself in relation to Tobio, the person he was based off of. You could go some neat places with these sort of questions about identity and expectations, I think. Or if you want to just do something funny because your character arcs are getting too real now, you can just let Cobalt do some silly shit. He’s a versatile character!

I’ve done all this rambling and now I’m not really sure how to wrap all this up, so umm

Cobalt is a good boy and deserves better, please hire me Tezuka Productions, and thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#cobalt collection #kateh rambles #i feel like there's probably more i could have rambled about believe it or not but this is already so long.......

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thedaveandkimmershow · 3 years

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And so, yesterday, we ended vacation number 2, our Disney vacation, with Linzy's rideshare spiriting her away from our hotel.

We began vacation number three, our peace-out days, by returning to our room and lazing away a few hours.

Around three in the afternoon, we called in a rideshare to Blizzard Beach.

This time our driver was a former banker from Venezuela who moved here three years ago with their family. We asked if any other family members were able to move here and they told us their parents couldn't get visas.

They're definitely not in love with their former homeland's government.

And glad to be here in this country.

We arrived at Blizzard Beach just shy of 3:30 and the very first thing we did was indulge a round of miniature golf right outside the entrance to the water park. I managed to document (ish) all 18 holes in a YouTube playlist called Winter Summerland Miniature Golf with Kimmer. :-)

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We finish a little after 4:30 and, by the time we slip into a pair of those lovely, lovely floating chairs at Blizzard Beach, it’s about 5.

Now I don't know when this happened, but it was still full-on sunny 'n hot when we finished our round of miniature golf. So I'm pretty sure it was still sunny when we used the dressing rooms.

After that?

No idea. The sun was also lower in the sky. For sure at some point while we were floating effortlessly on the river we both realized the outdoor temperature was probably not enough to air-dry us once we got out. For sure I knew the day had turned overcast when I looked up into the trees somewhere after we went through the mountain to spot the owl we were told was perched up in those trees.

And yeah.

It was totally up there.

A real, live owl.

Rotated its head and everything.

Okay, a coupla songs I wanna draw your attention to because they fit so perfectly with the experience of floating a lazy river. They played occasionally on outdoor speakers during each of our four visits:

"Kokomo" by The Beach Boys and

"Don't Worry" by Bob Marley.

They defined the experience.

And now for a plot twist.

Shortly after seeing the owl, coming up on quarter to six, we hear the unmistakable rumblings of thunder.

Shortly after that, one of the lifeguards tells us they probably have us get out of the river soon.

And on the heels of that statement, a crack of lightning with almost simultaneous thunder.

At which point the guards basically say Get out of the river...

Now.

So we hustle to the nearest exit point and get out.

More lightning, as we head to the front of the park.

More thunder... but farther away.

And then.

And then as we're coming within sight of the dressing rooms... two bolts of lightning race to the ground somewhere in front of us outside the park. Two bolts, racing each other, separated by maybe a mile. At the same time, the crackle of thunder and a vibration we can all feel beneath our feet.

It’s unnerving.

Absolutely.

Unnerving.

There are a lot of scared kids right about now, too.

By the time we get to our locker and dressing rooms, everything in the park's shut down tight. Including the place you go to get towels. You know, to dry off?

Because here's the thing: we just got out of the river. Now we've gotta throw on our clothes and hustle out of the park. And for me, I'm wearing the only shirt I brought with me. The one Kimmer got me that surfers use.

So there you go. We get dressed. We're still wet. And when we exit the park and get on the bus... the air conditioning on the bus is going full throttle.

And now we're freezing.

Free...

Zing.

The bus driver's cool, though... he shuts it off for us.

Once the bus is on the road a few minutes later, we get to talking with a mother and her son who are sitting across from us.

New York's their hometown and they’re both concerned about hurricane Henry that's predicted to make landfall along the New York coast on Monday.

The day they both fly home.

We felt anxious for them.

I really hope they make it home safe.

Now, we had a plan before this fire drill happened. We were maybe going to have dinner at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. Kimmer had a better idea, though. The Rainforest Cafe at Disney's Animal Kingdom park. Now, I only ever saw an entrance to the restaurant inside the park... but it turns out there's an entrance after the security check point, before the park entrance, off to the left.

Go figure.

Inside The Rainforest Cafe, indulging an appetizer plate and ciders, it's incredibly amusing to watch their indoor rainstorm complete with lightning and thunder outside. Amusing because it’s soooo much more catastrophic and straight up scary outside.

Speaking of outside, this is definitely not the Pacific Northwest. Because when it rains back home, it's cold and wet. Here, it's just hot and humid no matter what. So because it was hot all day... the concrete absorbed all that heat from the sun and continued to be hot both during the rain and after. Causing steam to rise off the pavement even after it stopped raining.

It's a very. Cool look.

So all around there's steam rising from the ground. And even though it's been pouring rain this last hour or so, and even though it's now full-blown nighttime... it's still quite warm out. With the occasional flash of lightning far, far away inside the clouds.

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Here’s a little more of the lightning show if you wanna see more...

Finally, our ride shows up and we're on our way home.

This ride, however, turns out to be a blunt reminder that there are people so in over their heads... it breaks your heart. Or maybe they're fighting a losing battle. Or maybe…

They're simply running out of steam.

And I'm not even talking about people suffering from anything. I'm talking about the people, friends, family, who are valiantly trying to help those who are suffering. Whether that suffering's self-inflicted, the result of abuse, or the product of collateral damage.

They can't.

Keep.

This up.

For their friends or for their family.

They can't sustain the good fight. No matter how hard they try.

And yet.

They hear someone in pain tell them "I wanna stop. But I can't get it out of my head." And they still wanna help.

They see someone get arrested. And they wanna help.

They fully experience the weight of someone they love losing their life to meth, to heroin, to molly, to any number of addictions.

And they wanna help.

It's a tough conversation to be part of. At the end of it, though, Kimmer offers a pair of resources that help family and friends keep their heads above water:

Never Alone Recovery...

and Alanon.

And then we're home. And our day ends.

Okay so this morning we're up at 7-ish 'cause we've gotta check out by noon. And we don't need that process to be a fire drill.

So we ease into the day out on the balcony for the last time. We make and have the last omelet of our trip (mushrooms, rosemary ham, parisian cheese, and sun dried tomatoes) and savor it before beginning the process of packing our bags once again, cleaning out the refrigerator of all that Trader Joe's food we put in there and packing it for home, running the dishwasher, stripping the beds, and taking the last few photographs and a video of this place because it's worthy of such remembering.

By ten minutes after noon we're out the door and to the elevator where we meet a gentleman who's also checking out. When the elevator arrives, we get to talking and, when the doors open again, we exit into the hallway only to realize this is only the fourth floor. As in we've only traveled one floor down and here we are again.

Waiting for the elevator.

It takes awhile. And when it does arrive... it's packed with other travelers checking out. So we let that one go.

At some point, I'm not sure how or when, Kimmer 'n I both notice a luggage cart that's literally parked right next to/behind us. So we load all of our bags onto it and continue the wait and the conversation with our fellow traveler from Georgia who was triple checking his room before joining his family downstairs..

By ‘n by, actually just when he's about to give up and take the stairs... the elevator arrives.

We get on, now with a luggage cart in tow, the door closes, we go down, the door opens, we exit the elevator...

And now we're on the third floor.

This is definitely not going well. It also doesn't say much for our attention to, you know, detail.

Eventually our fellow traveler does take the stairs after we bid each other safe travels (he and his family have a six hour drive home ahead of them). And for the next few minutes we consider how poorly our attempt to leave this hotel is going.

When the elevator finally does arrive (again) we get in and observe very carefully that it travels the full distance to the ground floor.

And yes, a process that should've taken us thirty seconds just took us about fifteen minutes.

We are not proud of that achievement.

Neither is it going on our resumes.

By 12:30 we're checked out and we check our luggage in with the hotel to store for us whilst we enjoy that lazy river at Blizzard Beach one more time. It's actually the last of our "plus" visits including the miniature golf we played yesterday. So we're feeling good about buying the Disney Park Hopper Plus package.

At the gate, though, the biometric doesn't recognize any of my fingers... so the attendants call for Emily who scans my pass which somehow causes the biometric to recognize me, and thus...

Save the day.

Oh sure, it wasn't dramatic as all that. But it is a heckuva thing to be told I'm not who I've been this whole time while they were letting me into the park.

Anyway, they've only been using the device again since a couple days ago, Friday, so...

Yay Emily!!! 😁

Once inside the park, we're already wearing our swim suits so a few minutes later, around one, we're in the river. Not so lucky this time around with the floating chairs, we float the river on tubes instead until an elderly couple ahead of us at some point give theirs up as they exit the water. And then later I score one of those cool clear plastic ones with the green handles for Kimmer 'cause they're her favorite.

Aside from the musical tubes, it's a peaceful, super relaxing way to end our vacation floating around the edge of the park staring alternately up through the trees to the twinkling sunlight above. Not a care in the world right then. Just the two of us. 🙂♥️♥️♥️

A little over an hour later, about 2:15, Kimmer calls it 'cause we still need a little time to air-dry ourselves before heading back to the dressing rooms.

We kill that time with a grape fruit hefeweizen that the bartender not only loves herself... but she got her parents to try it and now they're big fans, too.

Three o'clock comes and goes and, five minutes later, we're in another rideshare talking Covid with the driver who's had it now twice. Who's had both injections. Whose former employer wouldn't allow employees to wear masks. Who was among a bunch of employees who got Covid early on that first time. Whose immune system's having a hard time. Who's undergoing a ton of medical tests. Whose lungs still haven't returned to full capacity. Who's frustrated and anxious, and worried about their future.

Now we're back at the hotel for a quick turnaround. All we've gotta do is grab our luggage from the hotel's storage and hail a rideshare. All of which we manage to do quickly, unlike our earlier attempted elevator ride prior to checkout.

It's a little after 330 by now and we're picked up by Manuel, a Hispanic gentleman from Queens. We only spend about 20 minutes with him... but it's a packed 20 minutes starting with our marriage and then how he married his high school sweetheart. I think they met in the early 80s (or before) so they're going on 40 years married.

Rideshare is a small part of what Manuel does, he's an accountant by trade. It's something he realized was his calling or strength when he was 18 or 19, eventually doing the books for local businesses and making sure they were right with the city regarding paperwork. It was during one of his visits to the city, filing some paperwork on-person, that he met a supervisor at city hall who was from Cuba... which opened his eyes to his own possibilities. Eventually, he went to work for the city himself.

Education is important to Manuel. Even if I didn't know that, what I would know about the man, what I would recognize in him... is a confidence born of expertise and wisdom. Someone with a command of life. Someone refined.

We spend our last minutes talking about our kids, the education we all sought out for them, and the education they received. Right up to the moment we’re pulling up to the curb in front of Southwest Airlines.

We end our time here in the company of a true gentleman.

After that?

Well, it’s just the trip home which is pretty anticlimactic.

We waited a bunch. Walked a bunch. Took a picture or two in front of the hotel where we stayed that one time we were treated to a Disney Cruise...

...and then walked a bunch more.

And then waited a bunch more until, eventually, we were on a plane and then we were on another plane... and that plane landed at Sea-Tac around 2AM, the next morning. Monday morning. And we got home around 3. With both of us scheduled to work first thing the same morning.

Yeah.

Not totally ideal.

The way I’d like to end this tale, though, is in the sky above Phoenix, Arizone.

You see the first leg of our journey home was Orlando to Phoenix. And, as we approached Phoenix, I noticed the dramatic shapes of the clouds in the glow of a sun that had already set.

If you haven’t noticed it before, next time you’re somewhere not home, look up into the sky. It seems the sky isn’t the same wherever we go. It takes on different personalities. Florida was like that for sure. And, it turns out, Phoenix.

It was glorious. It was brilliant.

It was a perfect “The End”.

If you’d like to see a little more of what we saw in these final moments, click here.

And enjoy!

🙂

#vacation #family vacation #Orlando #Phoenix #Seattle #coming home #Blizzard Beach #rainforest cafe #oatmeal bear #ending our vacation

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margewonders-blog · 6 years

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/ Not I But He /

Got my hands dirty again with my best friends—paint and brushes.

I had the chance to be home early today. I tried filling in the remaining hours through spending some time with my siblings, watching youtube, scrolling through social media, but I figured the day still seemed so long.

It’s really been awhile since I last held a brush in my hand and stroked my feelings on a canvass. This afternoon, for some reason, my art drawer kept on stealing my attention but I felt so lazy thinking all the paint I had to clean afterwards.

I really love painting. I never consider a paint stain a mess [although I call it dirt and mess on my art captions]. I honestly love it when my arms and legs are filled with it after I finish my artwork.

I know it’s absurd but it’s really laziness that always keeps me from doing it.

So I gave it a shot today. I finally opened my drawer, got my stuff, and started.

As always, the moment I stroke the pencil on the canvass, I already get in the zone. I was really in it—my sketch looked good, everything was going the way I wanted, until I put on some color.

I’ve painted layers and layers of screwed up blending, I wasn’t having it.

I felt like I was pulled back to the time when I was afraid to paint and all I was confident to do was to draw. It was like I didn’t know how to paint—and I got really scared.

I once heard a story about someone who lost his voice because he became arrogant about his talent in singing. I thought maybe God was trying to take this talent away from me too because I am not exerting effort to practice it.

I got to a point where my head wanted to just drop the canvass and see if I could try again tomorrow, but my hands were just doing their work and didn’t want to let go—I was amazed really, it’s like myself really knows what it loves.

I tried and failed, tried again and failed, and then I prayed. I was so scared that God would take away what He has entrusted to me. I never want to lose it, so I asked God to forgive me and help me get back at it once again.

To my surprise, every color suddenly put themselves into place. I just found myself holding the canvass, a finished canvass—I was in great awe.

It was indeed God and not I.

It may not be an award-winning-looking piece, but really the output exceeded my simple plan in the beginning.

I realized that God gave me another chance to take good care of what He has entrusted of me. It is my responsibility to keep it growing and growing until He finally says, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

- Another fact about me when I paint is that I don’t stop until it’s done. Meaning I don’t eat, sleep, watch, whatever, in between. When I paint, I paint for straight hours until I am down to the last stroke—one of the things that also discourages me to start painting because I might miss out on doing something else blah blah. -

There, I painted again. But I wasn’t the one who finished it—it’s none other than the greatest Artist, God.

#art #artist #artwork #paint #painting #GodlyLiving #GodlyPost

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #317

“Dinner and Several Murders”

-Lie creates an opening to a random supermarket and manages to convince Smile to wait nicely outside. She puts Sally in the cart and they start going up and down the aisles, gathering some foods. Lie plans on making some warm food for both Stevie and CP. She grabs a rope toy for Smile and a bit of candy for Sally who is entertaining herself with her teddy-

[Lie] Is going through the produce, picking out some onions-

-her phone buzzes with a text-

[Ever] Hey, got some more stuff for Arden next time you're out and about.

[Lie] responds- Actually out right now, I could swing by if you don't mind a couple others

[Ever] Oh, did I inturrupt something? I'm sorry Lie.

[Lie] - No, just doing some grocery shopping and picked up a little pasta on the way

[Ever] Then... I guess it's alright. Just not for long, okay?

[Lie] - Yeah, absolutely, give me like ten minutes to check out and everything

-She quickly finishes up her shopping and pays for everything, gathering all the bags she has Sally hold onto the strap on her shorts before meeting up with SMile and finding a secluded electronic device which she can use to get to Ever's. She leads the two pasta's through and Sally looks around curiously when they arrive-

[Lie] - Ever? I'm here

[Ever] Is already coming in with a box in his hands- Hi Lie! You brought a kid and a dog?

[Lie] - This is Sally and Smile, two of CP's brethren

[Sally] Decides now is the perfect opportunity to become shy-

[Smile] Wants to pee on the tree-

[Ever] So she's like your little cousin or something? That's cool. And that is an enourmous dog...

[Lie] - Yeah, Smile, stay away from the tree

[Smile] Whines a little-

[Lie] - So how's Karla?

[Ever] Busy on a new project. It's hideous so far but it's what the client wants and it beats her stalking around with a gun...

[Lie] - Speaking of stalking around...

[Ever] Hmm?

[Lie] - She might be getting a visitor she probably won't want to shoot

[Ever] As long as they knock on the door like a regular person or call first it should be okay. Should I be concerned about this?

[Lie] - Maybe? And I doubt he'd knock or call, he's Sally's dad in a sense...

[Ever] Yeah... that's bad... I'll warn her, but I can't promise anything. I don't think you can blame her for being jumpy.

[Lie] - Yeah but it would probably be a really bad idea if you shot Slenderman...

[Sally] - Miss Lie? Could I have my candy please?

[Lie] - Huh? Oh, sure- She starts rifling through the grocery bags

[Smile] Decides to roll around on the ground-

[Ever] Maybe Smile would like to play outside? As long as he's careful of the horses?

[Lie] - Think you can do that Smile?

[Smile] Jumps up happily and adopts a playful position- Yeah!

[Lie] - Alright, I suppose it's better then what you were doing before

[Ever] Motions for Smile - Come here. I'll get the door. Good boy!

[Smile] Trots up to Ever, showing off his human grin-

[Lie] - And no cursing anyone Smile

[Ever] Looks nervous - Cursing?

[Lie] - He is a creepy pasta- She starts following with Sally

[Ever] I see.... hence the... teeth. - He leads them down the hall and into the kitchen, through the little mud room that still has two bales of hay and opens the back door-

[Smile] Bolts out-

[Lie] - Aw shit, that was something I should have asked Dawn, if I could use her kitchen...

[Ever] You need to use the kitchen? That's okay. We have a dishwasher. Ha. And I don't mean myself!

[Lie] Cocks a brow- Are you sure?

[Ever] Yes! Sheesh! - He walks back into the kitchen and leans on the center island. - What kind of trouble were you planning on cooking up?

[Lie] Puts the bags on the counter- Just something for CP and his brother, both are in a pretty cold situation right now

[Ever] Oh dear, are they fighting again?

[Lie] - No actually, remember how I said Stevie lost his arm during the fight with Harverstman? Well we managed to connect a new one, but it took a lot of glitching. As a result Stevie's, well, gained some powers...

[Ever] That's awesome, I mean, painful, but he got super powers?! What can he do?

[Lie] - So far ice and snow, the opposite of his brother which makes CP perfect for teaching him because he can't be frozen over

[Ever] Oh that's neat! And good for both of them. Brotherly together time and all that.

[Lie] - Quite the change from how it used to be

[Sally] Climbs up onto a stool and puts Mr. Charlie on the stool next to her-

[Ever] So... do you need help? Or just the knives and pots and stuff?

[Lie] - I wouldn't mind a bit of help, haven't cooked like this in awhile. And since your letting me use your kitchen I'll share with you and Karla- She pulls out three packages of stew meat

[Sally] - Can I help?

[Lie] - Does your papa let you handle knives?

[Sally] Shakes her head-

[Ever] Somehow I'm suprised by that....

[Lie] - Well Slender is kinda protective of her. Do have some paper or something she could draw on?

[Ever] Not in here. I'll grab some from the printer tray. I've got a lot of pens and pencils, but no crayons or anything.

[Lie] - That should be fine- She starts pulling more stuff out of the bags

[Ever] Comes back after a moment and sets out the supplies- Here you go Sally. We're not much set up to entertain kids around here.

[Sally] Offers her candy- Do you want some?

[Ever] Takes a few - Thank you. Do you want something to drink? Either of you?

[Sally] - Dawn gave me orange juice!

[Lie] - I'm fine for now

[Ever] Looks in the fridge - No OJ... I've got milk, root beer, mineral water, - rustles around- carrot juice... heh... half a bottle of white wine... and... - he peeks at a small can. - V8. Yuck.

[Lie] - It's alright, I think that's Sally's way of saying she already had something to drink- She starts to peel an onion

[Ever] Gotcha. Knife block is behind the toaster. What can I do?

[Lie] - Start chopping the other vegetables?

[Ever] You bought a lot of meat... this is usually crock pot stuff. It can take a while.

[Lie] - Well it has been awhile since I cooked out here, plus my husband does have a preference for meat...

[Ever] I'll help you. I've got a pressure cooker. - He opens a cabinet and pulls out the big pot. - Karla can cook and she's taught me a lot, but she doesn't like doing it. Says it takes too much time, she's a real work-a-holic. - He puts the pot on the stove and dashes in a little vegetable oil.

[Lie] - I see, if I had a recipe in front of me then I was decent at cooking, but being in game has made me forget a lot since for a hot meal you just have to put the ingrediants in a crafting table

[Ever] That is really handy. But I'm betting it's lacking in variety. Well, apart from whatever you've brought in from out here. Just cut the meat into rough chunks about the size of a lemon.

[Lie] - Thanks- She sets the onion aside and grabs a decent sized knife to start on the meat

[Sally] Starts humming a little as she draws-

[Ever] Pulls out a can of beef broth and squeaks it open.

[Lie] - Oh geez, that onion is strong and all I've done is peel it so far

[Ever] Just quarter it. It's going to give flavor but you don't have to actually eat it.

[Lie] Once she finishes cutting the meat she starts on the onion, her eyes tearing up a little- Gaaaaaaahhhhh...

[Ever] Scoops the slices into a bowl - all done. No tears nessesary. You cut up the potatoes and carrots, I'll brown the meat. Man, I haven't cooked with anyone else in ages!

[Lie] Laughs a little- Yeah, it has been some time. I'll give tips on some things like juicing a lemon and such, but otherwise food is ridiculously simple in game

[Ever] How can you mess up juicing a lemon? - He cooks the outer parts of the chunks of beef in the bit of oil, turning them with tongs and powdering them with pepper, seasoned salt and onion powder-

[Lie] - He didn't know to cut it first

[Ever] Ho boy. Makes me think of those robotic arm tests where it just smashes what it's supposed to be handling- Laughs-

[Lie] - I think I've missed those...

[Ever] I know at least three people on the server have computers. Don't you look at the internet at all? I think this is ready. Are the veggies cut up?

[Lie] - I'm usually busy taking care of my animals, tending my plants, or keeping CP pacified. And yeah, just about. Just a few carrots left

[Ever] I thought he'd calmed down? Must be like having a kid some days. Oh! No offense Sally!

[Sally] Giggles a little- He's funny when he's on fire

[Lie] - He has calmed down- She hands Ever the vegetables

[Ever] Still... He seems like a handful. Especially on fire! - He adds in the can of beef broth, onions and a little worcestershire sauce - Now! We seal it up, full pressure and heat on low and we have 30 minutes to kill.

[Lie] - Wine and youtube?

[Ever] Sets a small timer that looks like a chicken- I'll get my laptop.

[Lie] - I'll pour the wine. Any specific glasses I should use?

[Ever] Up to you. There's tumblers in the cabinet and flutes as well. - I'll be right back-

[Lie] Decides on a couple of flutes and pours the drinks- Do you wanna watch some funny video's with us Sally?

[Sally] - Yeah!

[Ever] Comes back in with his laptop and plugs it in on the side of the island- Just fire it up. I'm going to make some tea and take Karla a cup-

[Lie] - Alright- She turns the laptop on and opens the browser

[Ever] Hey, you can still put stuff in your inventory out here right?

[Lie] - Yeah, that's why I wasn't worried about the food still being hot by the time I got it to CP

[Ever] Gleefully scoots the small box of stuff for Arden towards her and titters as it gets sucked in. - That's so cool!

[Lie] - Do I want to know what's in the box this time?

[Ever] Mostly comics, and some fuzzy handcuffs and lube just for yucks.

[Lie] Laughs a little, the few sips of wine that she's had already taking a bit of an affect- Hopefully it won't take them so long to use them as it took for them to get together

[Ever] I'm so happy for them both. So are you ever gonna tell me the gory details?

[Lie] - I think that may be more Arden's job...

[Ever] Are you sure? I get the feeling you know more then you're saying... - The kettle whistles and he goes to pour the water into mugs-

[Lie] - Yes I do, but Zeke is pretty private and it took quite a bit for him to tell me...

[Ever] Oh... well I used to be pretty closed about that kinda thing too. Karla has a knack for expanding ones horizons.

[Lie] - You? Private? I find that a bit hard to believe

[Ever] I didn't have a lot of experience okay?! And it's practically her hobby.

[Lie] Laughs a little- Go take her the tea before it starts cooling

[Ever] Humph. - He arranges the tea on a tray with sugar and cream and stuts out proudly in his slouchy t-shirt, jeans and bare feet-

[Sally] Hugs her teddy to her chest- Can you hand me my candy?

[Lie] - Sure- She passes the child her bag of chocolates

[Ever] Comes back a few minutes later with Karla walking behind him, holding her cup-

[Karla] Why didn't you say we had company?

[Ever] I knew you were busy and Lie needed to use the kitchen anyway.

[Karla] And who is the cheerful moppet pray tell?

[Lie] - This is Sally, a creepy pasta

[Karla] Respectful nod. - I am Doctor Karla Emmerich, and I see you're already met Ever Nolan.

[Sally] Tries to hide behind Mr. Charlie-

[Lie] - Why are you being so shy all of a sudden?

[Karla] Especially since my experience with creepypastas so far has been heavily laced with their ferocity and power.

[Lie] - Sally's one of the few child ones, I'm babysitting while her dad's in a meeting essentially. Oh, and there's a creepy pasta dog running around outside

[Karla] A dog? Well, thank you for keeping your animal outside.

-the kitchen is filling with the lovely smell of meat cooking and the ticking of the small timer.

[Lie] - Yeah he's pretty rambunctious

[Sally] - Smile's fun

[Karla] Still...

[Ever] He's a really big dog and it's hard to cook with critters bouncing around.

[Lie] - Oh I know, I've sneeze teleported because of my vulpix's and Hope knocking over spices and such

[Karla] Drinks her tea - So... why here?

[Lie] - Ever had something for me to pick up for Arden and I needed a kitchen- She swirls the wine around in her flute a bit

[Ever] I thought I'd help out with a little cooking lesson too. - grins

[Karla] Ah, Arden... Ever's internet friend. - she makes a vague gesture to the computer where a cat video has stopped buffering and is quietly playing. - And a little wine is good for cooking. How are your... flowers doing?

[Lie] - Working well... And Azrael took interest in the vampiric one

[Karla] Ah, so you've met my unwilling benefactor as well?

[Lie] - Just a few hours ago actually

[Ever] You met Death?! He's way cool. Scary, but still hecking cool.

[Lie] - And familiar with Sally's father, who may be stopping by to visit you at some point Karla

[Karla] Sally's father? Another creepypasta I presume?

-the little timer goes off and Ever fusses with the release valve so he can safely open the cooker-

[Lie] - Try Slenderman...

[Ever] Nearly drops the bowl of carrots and potatoes - S-S-SLENDERMAN?

[Karla] Who?

[Lie] - One of the most terrifying beings I've ever met? He can command CP and CP listen's to him without question? Basically leads a chunk of creepy pasta's?

[Ever] Tries to still his hands long enough to mix the vegetables in and repressurize the cooker-

[Karla] So he's a small god or something?

[Lie] - I'm not sure, but he's the one Rudolph stayed with for awhile

[Karla] That slimy... I'm not suprised. He was horrible in life and even worse in death. Him seeking out a group of murderers doesn't suprise me at all.

[Ever] Resets the pressure cooker to full pressure again and sets the timer for 15 minutes. His hands are still shaking.

[Lie] - You've caught his interest and that's a good thing, if he finds you interesting he's less likely to attack, mostly observe, plus Azrael warned him against trying to kill you

[Sally] Is caught up watching the videos on the laptop-

[Karla] Sometimes it's best to remain invisible to the eyes of the powerful Lie... And Azrael likely cautioned him against his own desires. - She grins wickedly- He needs me. I know he hates it and his daughter does too.

[Lie] - So I've noticed

[Sally] - Miss Lie I'm out of candy...

[Ever] Walks over to sit near her and leans in spellbound as she runs a gloved finger under his chin and kisses him sweetly, but briefly on the lips.

[Karla] Lucky, lucky me...

[Lie] Shifts nervously, her face already red from the wine- Sally, why don't you go outside to play with Smile?

[Sally] - Okay- The child slides off the stool and heads for the door leading outside

[Karla] Leans on her elbows facing Lie, there's the barest curl of steam from the cup in front of her. Her smile is predatory. - So how have you been?

[Lie] - Finally getting a break. After the Harvestman battle, well we're still recovering

[Karla] So has your mate finally calmed down? His bloodlust saitied with finally getting his revenge?

[Lie] - Probably not, but he's distracted at the moment with his brother

[Ever] At Karla - Stevie got superpowers. He can do stuff with ice now.

[Karla] How interesting....

[Lie] - Thus why I'm making something warm for them

[Smile] Starts barking really loudly-

-Timer pings-

[Ever] Foods done! I'll go release the pressure cooker so it doesn't explode or something.

[Karla] Is suddenly alert- Your dog sounds annoyed....

[Lie] - I don't normally hear him bark like that...

[Sally] Comes running back in- Miss Lie! Miss Lie!

[Lie] - What?

[Sally] - Smile caught an intruder!

[Karla] Hand strays to her pocket and she slides out a lugar- What kind of intruder child?

[Sally] - A person!

[Lie] Pulls out her sunglasses and slips them on as she hears Smile approaching-

[Smile] The massive dog trots in dragging a struggling teenager with him, Smile is rather happy about it-

[Karla] Looks rather angry- Who are you!? And why were you on my property?!

[Teen] - None of your damn business bitch! Now let me go or my dad will have to arrest you!

[Karla] It doesn't work like that. This is private property and I can shoot you and get away with it. - She's toying with the hammer on the gun meaningfully.

[Teen] - Yeah right, my dad's the sheriff!

[Smile] Starts growling menacingly-

[Karla] And I care why?

[Ever] Ummm...

[Teen] - Because he basically owns the town, and won't tolerating anybody hurting me!

[Karla] Gets up from the table and her boots clack menacingly on the stone floor- Oh? And just where does he think you are right now boy?

[Teen] - With my friends, who have probably already gone to get him

[Karla] I think that's a lie. And I think you were looking for something to steal from an old lady.

[Lie] - I can ascertain if it's the truth or not

[Karla] Be my guest then.

[Lie] Spawns an honesty blossom and blows the pollen into the kids face-

[Teen] - The fuck are you doing!? Drugging me!?

[Karla] Are you here alone?

[Teen] - My friends came with me

[Karla] almost looks disappointed. - Smile? Did they get over the fence already?

[Smile] Shakes his head-

[Sally] - I heard them running away!

[Karla] Care to fetch them like a good doggy?

[Smile] Becomes really alert and wags his tail-

[Lie] - You have to drop the current one first Smile

[Smile] Drops the teen and Lie uses her vines to hold him in place-

[Lie] - Ever? Do you mind opening the gate?

[Ever] Swallows hard- o-okay... He heads outside to open the fence.

[Smile] Follows Ever and once the gate is open he takes off into the woods-

[Lie] - Karla, I'm sure you have something better suited then my vines for restraint

[Karla] Oh. I do. But I'm not sure I want to make my nice restraints dirty on someone I don't even care about.

[Lie] - So what will we do with him?

[Teen] - I'm right here you bitches!

[Karla] He calls me a bitch one more time I'm going to take him outside and curb check him.

[Lie] - Then might I suggest a gag? I'd rather the kid not be injured if we return him to his father

[Karla] Oh must we? We could always pass him off to your husband...

[Lie] - No, that would make some others on the server mad. Last time he killed a human we ended up taking the other... And returning her as a man with memories of what happened erased

[Karla] Laughs - That's too funny! But also disapointing. In some ways I envy the creepypastas their freedom to do as they please...

[Sally] - Papa makes sure we don't over do things, and keeps us from getting caught most of the time

[Karla] Lucky child. Wait, you gave him honesty pollen didn't you? - She rounds on the boy, close to his face- What's your worst fear?

[Teen] - Never seeing my dad again

[Lie] Face palms-

[Karla] I could make that happen...

[Lie] - Karla...

[Karla] We could just send him somewhere far away where he doesn't speak the language, zhat vould be fun...

[Lie] - Yes but then he could eventually find his way back, and unless you manage to move "it"...

[Karla] Phhh You're no fun.

[Lie] - And I'm betting you could be more creative then that

[Karla] Well, we could send him somewhere a bit more... low res... would that be more merciful?

[Lie] - Doc and TLOT aren't fond of many people knowing about that, and after the last one that came in...

[Sally] - What about a slave?

[Lie] - Excuse me?

[Karla] Meh. Just another mouth to feed.

[Sally] - Oh, that's what papa says some of the others do to humans...

[Lie] - I have flowers that make others forget, but I don't know how strong they are...

[Karla] Looks annoyed, - can't I just kill him?

[Lie] - I'd prefer you didn't...

[Karla] Then what do you suggest? Ms. peaceful brine?

[Lie] - I... I don't know...

[Karla] I do have a floor drain downstairs... Why did you come here anyway?

[Teen] - Creepy old house in the middle of the woods housing a reclusive bitch, why wouldn't I?

[Smile] Comes back into Ever's line of sight with three more teens-

[Karla] It's not smart to interfere in other peoples private affairs.

[Ever] Looks super nervous-

-Two of the teens have broken legs and Smile looks quite proud of himself-

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[Ever] Oh dear, that's a lot Smile...

[Lie] - Karla... If you absolutely must, then can I at least request you make it quick?

[Karla] I'll have too. Ever might try to stop me, he's so sentimental sometimes.

[Lie] - Well he is human

[Karla] Smiles at Lie- Not really... he's eaten the fruit as well.

[Lie] - He's what?

[Karla] Did you really think I wouldn't share my gift with my favorite playmate? I don't want him getting old on me.

[Lie] - Well yeah but... It just hadn't occurred to me

[Smile] Is dragging the screaming teens towards the house-

[Karla] Ah, no time to play. - She takes a hold of the boys hair and smashes his skull against the stone floor with a sickening crack. Then lifts him up for a moment to check his [lack of] pulse. - Fast enough for you?

[Lie] Is in a relatively stunned silence, not expecting Karla to do that right in front of her-

[Sally] - Can I help with the killing?

[Karla] I'm assuming you have some kind of strange powers? I would be delighted to see zhem child!

[Ever] Comes back up, a little out of breath and pauses at the door. - Mistress!

[Karla] Steps over the body. - He tripped-

[Smile] Holds onto the three remaining teens-

[Sally] - Yeah! But sometimes Papa has to help me...

[Karla] Ushers the child outside with an air of excitement-

[Ever] Comes in - Oh fuck....

[Smile] Follows them outside-

[Lie] - I would suggest you stay here with me...

[Ever] Yeah.... fucking hell... - He runs his fingers through his hair- I... dammit... - Reflexitively he starts putting the food into containers. - fuck fuck fuck

[Lie] - Ever...

[Ever] I know she's killed before... she was military... and she's killed defending me... but I don't know how to dispose of a body!

[Lie] - Neither do I... Karla did say she had a floor drain downstairs though?

[Ever] Yeah! But the floor is marble! Look at this mess!

[Lie] - ... Bleach?

[Ever] It will just ruin the finish! It's porus.

[Lie] - I have water buckets and that's it

[Ever] Arrrggghhhh. And we'd have to dig a hole and people might come asking questions- He looks like he's on the cusp of a nervous breakdown-

[Lie] - Should I call my husband? He'd probably be entertained by this situation...

[Ever] Would he actually help?! Or just point and laugh? This is serious!

[Lie] - He'd help... And probably laugh too

[Ever] Sits down and takes a long pull from the abandoned wine bottle before violently coughing-

[Lie] - Don't choke there!

[Ever] Thumps his head on the counter -

[Lie] - I'm just... Gonna call him...- She sends a mental message to CP

[CP] - Let me see if I can't get TLOT to babysit

[CP] - TLOT! Can you watch Stevie for a bit?

[TLOT] Is actually mining for a change, or more approriately- watching Steve's back and taking out the occasional block- Hmm? I'm a bit far away , but I can manage it. Can you bring him to me?

[CP] - Do you want your mineshaft to be frozen?

[TLOT] We'll go over a bit, There's a pretty big lava pool-

[Steve] Stevie is joining us?

[CP] - Alright, just don't blame me if your mate ends up a popsicle- He grabs his brother and teleports them over

[Stevie] Is shivering a little and the air around him is immediately colder-

[TLOT] Oh dear, come on- starts walking him- Lava is over here.

[Steve] Brrr!!!

[CP] Gets a general grasp on where Lie is and comes out the computer near the tree- Lie?

[Lie] - In the kitchen!

[CP] Follows her voice- What exactly do you need me so badly for?- He stops when he see's the blood spreading along the floor

[Lie] - Disposing of a body?

[Ever] Waves weakly-

[CP] Sighs and summons a fire ball- Are there any more bodies?

[Lie] - Probably?

[Ever] They're outside-

[CP] - Well let's start in here- He sets the body alight until it's nothing more than ashes- There, now I'm going to take care of the others- He makes his way outside to where the other's are

[Sally] Has adopted her dull and bleeding form, when she touches one of the teen's their body falls to the ground as their mind is trapped in a cycle of Sally's memories from when she was raped and murdered. This gives her a chance to bash in their heads-

[Smile] Is chewing on one of the living teen's leg-

[Karla] Has gagged one of them and started making lots of small cuts with a scalpel-

[CP] - Sally...

[Sally] Turns around quickly, her colors brightening as she runs for him- You're here!

[CP] Scoops her up and puts her on his shoulders- Enjoying your kill?

[Sally] - Yeah, but they're not moving anymore

[CP] - I can see that

[Karla] Notices Cp and grabs the teens head, giving it a sharp twist to break the neck cleanly. she gets up briskly and walks over to him- Ah. Cp. Good to see you again!

[CP] - I never expected my wife to ask me to come dispose of bodies...

[Karla] So you came to help. Even better. I got a bit carried away and made a mess in the kitchen. I'd hate for dear Ever to have to clean it up.

[CP] - Already burned that body to ashes

[Remaining teen] - You won't get away with this! Jessica got away

[Smile] - I cursed her!

[CP] - Yeah I don't think that will be a problem...

[Karla] Pulls out the gun again and screws a small silencer to the end before casually shooting the teen in the forehead- Annoying...

[CP] - So should I burn these ones away too?

[Sally] - Oh no, Mr. Charlie got dirty!

[Karla] That would be lovely, thank you. And Sally, would you like to use my wash machine for your bear?

[Sally] - But he usually gets floppy when he's been washed...

[CP] - I'm sure Trender will restuff him for you again

[Karla] Well I do have a dryer as well...

[CP] - His stuffing usually ends up squished in places and not evenly distributed, that's what she means by floppy

[Smile] Is trying to rip a limb off of one of the corpses-

[Karla] I understand. - Is utterly non-plussed by the dogs actions- I'm still more fond of cats, but he is an impressive hound.

[CP] - Well he is a harbinger of curses

[Karla] Just nodding- I should probably check on Ever...

[CP] - He's still in your kitchen with Lie, Smile knock it off, I need to burn that

[Karla] Looks down at her coat and shucks it off. The brown fabric is heavily stained with blood- Can you burn this as well? I'll miss it, but blood is hard to fully remove.

[CP] - No problem, just toss it on the pile- He puts Sally down- Go on bacl to Lie

[Sally] - Okay!

[Karla] Casually tosses it on a body- Thank you Herobrine. - She makes her way back into the kitchen and gathers Ever up in her arms, soothing him-

[Ever] Is shaking-

[Lie] - Sally you're a mess

[Sally] Giggles-

[CP] Quickly burns everything before coming back inside-

[Karla] Is giving Ever small kisses and smoothing his hair -

[Ever] Manages to whisper- foods done....

[Karla] We know, you did a good job.

[CP] Looks at the blood on the floor- Want me to take care of that?

[Karla] I would very much appreciate it.

[CP] Takes a sampling of clean floor and replaces the bloodied portions with it- There

[Lie] - Sorry for pulling you away from Stevie...

[Karla] Nicely done.

[Ever] Snuggles into her chest-

[Karla] Shhh

[Sally] Just climbs on CP-

[CP] - What are you doing kiddo?

[Sally] - Playing

[Karla] Well at least she'll have a story for her daddy when she gets home.

[CP] Groans-

[Lie] - Karla, do you mind if I use the bathroom to clean her up?

[Karla] Of course. And the washer is next to the back door if you want to toss the bear in

[Lie] - Are you okay with that Sally?

[Sally] - Mmmm... Okay

[CP] Takes the bear while Lie takes Sally to the bathroom. He sits down at one of the stools once he's back-

[Karla] Ever and Lie cooked for you. If you want to grab the container and stow it while it's still hot- She gestures at a very large bowl with foil over the top-

[CP] - Is that why she came here? Geez, she didn't have to do that- He does go and get the food though

[Karla] She was just being thoughtful, and Ever was being his usual helpful self- she kisses his forehead- Can you put the small bowl in the fridge please?

[CP] - I guess- He does as Karla asks- So what brought this murder spree about?

[Karla] They snuck onto my property with intent to wreak havock on a helpless old lady just trying to live away from society. They got more then they bargained for.

[CP] - I could see that, ah well, it's been awhile since Smile's gotten to hunt or curse anybody. Although you may still get a visit from the cops

[Karla] Probably. But thanks to such good friends - respectful nod at him- they'll be nothing for them to find.

[CP] - And the one that got away won't be sane for much longer

[Karla] How convenient. Could you give Smile some of the meat? A just reward for a good dog.

[CP] Tosses out a couple of steaks which Smile tears into- Out of curiosity, did Lie see any of the killing?

[Karla] Only the one in the kitchen, and I was quick as she requested.

[CP] - Joy, so she'll be hesitant for a few days

[Karla] Ah, my apologies. I should have dragged the little worm outside first.

[CP] - It wouldn't be the first death she's witnessed, but I, unfortunately don't currently have much if any time to spend with her

[Karla] Because of your brother... ah but true love is patient.

[CP] Yeah well it's been a couple weeks

[Ever] Is starting to calm down a little-

[Karla] I thought time moved rather quickly in your world?

[CP] Yeah that should say something. I mean we did have a quickie in the lava bath, but I know it wasn't as satisfying for her as it could have been

[Karla] Well she made a trip out just to cook for you. That should make you feel loved at least.

[CP] - Yeah, she hasn't done that before

[Karla] So I wouldn't worry about it.

[Ever] Manages to stand up and sits next to her, watching them both-

[CP] - Still, she's probably a bit wanting despite her probably absolute denial of it

[Karla] I don't think it would take much attention to convince her then. She had a drink earlier and I think that action could be repeated with a little nudge.

[CP] - Did she start giggling?

[Karla] I don't think so?

[Ever] small -no.

[CP] - Then she probably only had a few sips, she gets very giggly when drunk

[Karla] That's adorable. - Wiggles her fingers at Smile-

[Sally] Comes running in covered in a towel- Is Mr. Charlie done?

[Smile] Takes interest and goes over to Karla-

[Karla] Rubs his ears affectionately- I don't hear it anymore. He probably needs to be tossed in the dryer.

[CP] Goes over to throw the bear in the dryer-

[Sally] - Be careful!

[CP] - I know, I know

[Ever] Shakily pours himself a little bit of wine-

[Lie] Comes in- CP, here- She hands Sally's dress over as well to be dried

[Sally] - Are there any cookies?

[Smile] His tail is thumping on the floor-

[Ever] I don't think so... I've got chips in the cabinet though- points.

[Sally] Opens and digs around a bit before finding the chips-

[Lie] Sits back down at the counter- Are you okay Ever?

[Ever] Manages to nod a little-

[Karla] So your mate also came to warn me that I might be recieving a visit from the childs father soon...

[CP] - Oh joy

[Karla] Should I be concerened?

[CP] - Probably, but I wouldn't try attacking him

[Karla] Duly noted. Though I wish people wouldn't drop by unannounced. It's so rude.

[CP] - Other than the usually just showing up he's fairly polite

[Karla] For someone my mate seems to be terrified of, that's good. I've never heard of him before today.

[CP] - I'll tell you this, absolutely be prepared for a headache afterwards. It's an effect of being around him, and he does tend to poke at peoples minds

[Karla] I don't like that... I worked very hard to free my mind from... outside influences.

[CP] - He usually only does it when he first meets somebody or if he knows somebody is hiding something

[Karla] Hmmph. Is there anything else I should be wary of?

[CP] - Not that I can think of right now

[Lie] - CP, who's watching Stevie?

[CP] - TLOT

[Lie] - On the main seed?

[CP] - Yeah, why?

[Lie] - Go take your brother back to the other seed!

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Wedding Day

For @oqfixitweek, Day 1: Robin didn’t die.

And for the anon who requested an OQ wedding (and offered bonus points for Tink being there).

Her first wedding didn’t count--and even if it did, she only had vague memories of it. There were flowers and hundreds of people she didn’t know, all there to see the King get married. She wore a heavy, expensive hand-made dress that she hated, her mother had instructed the styling of her hair, and when she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she didn’t recognize the girl she saw looking back. She walked down the aisle and repeated whatever she was told to say, and when it was done, there was a celebration. She didn’t dance, she didn’t eat, she didn’t smile. Everyone told her how lucky she was, but she felt just the opposite--she felt like her entire world was ending, and in a way, it was--and none of it had been for her.

But this day was different.

This day was for her--and for him, and their family. It wasn’t an end, but a new beginning, and this day wouldn’t be forgotten…

“Mom,” Henry calls as he pokes his head into the room. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” she says, turning away from her her mirror and looking at her son--and a warm smile draws onto her lips as he comes in, quickly shutting the door behind him. “It’s not time yet, is it?”

“No,” he says, offering her a sheepish little grin as he stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at her and points to the loose tie around his neck. “I need a little help with this thing.”

Her voice catches in her throat, and all she can do is nod. Henry looks so grown up--and in a way, he is. At nearly sixteen, he’s taller than her and more times than not looks much more like the man he’ll grow to be than the little boy he once was.

“You know, someday, you’re going to have to learn to do this for yourself.”

Henry shrugs. “I don’t really plan on wearing tuxedos very often and…” He laughs a little. “I can always buy a clip on one.” Regina’s eyes widen a little, and Henry laughs out. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he murmurs, lifting his chin as she works her fingers around the tie. “I watched a few videos on YouTube, but it looked too sloppy when I did it.”

“And we can’t have that.”

“Are you nervous?” Henry asks. “About getting married.”

Taking a breath, she shakes her head. “No, I’m not.” She chuckles softly to herself as she loops one end of the tied through the center. “There aren’t many times in my life that I’ve felt really confident about my choices, but… I’m confident about this.”

“Good.”

“There. All set,” she tells him as she gently pats the bow tie. “Perfect.”

Taking a breath, Henry looks to the mirror. “Do you… need anything?”

“No, I think I’m set--I’m dressed, my hair and makeup is done, I’ve Robin’s ring. I’m ready.” Her brow furrows slightly. “Where’s your jacket?”

“In my room.”

“Go get it,” she insists, gently pushing at his arm and coercing him in the direction of the door. “You’re not allowed to give me away half dressed.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Henry sighs, rolling his eyes despite his grin. “I’m at least three-quarters dressed.” He laughs at his own joke and her eyebrow arches. “But fine. I’ll go get it.”

She watches him go and then turns back to the mirror, smoothing her hands down over her skirt. This wedding was so different. Her cream-colored dress was simple and elegant, and her hair was swept up in a French twist. They were having a simple ceremony at the house and then a reception in the backyard. There were wild flowers on the tables and white linen tablecloths, and as a gift, Granny had done the catering. Twinkle lights were twisted in the bushes and trees and the patio had been transformed into a dance floor. It rustic, yet classy--a perfect blend of the two of them.

Sometimes, it amazed her how long it had taken to get here--and she didn’t like to think about all of the times that they didn’t think they would. They’d lived through curses and ice queens and supposed ex-wives who came back from the dead. They’d to Neverland and Camelot and, they’d literally been to hell and back together. Yet, somehow, they’d not only survived, they’d come through it all unscathed.

When things finally settled down and life in Storybrooke returned to being as dull and mundane as it had been in those original cursed years, she’d asked him if this was what he really wanted--if she was what he really wanted. His eyes had widened a little and he seemed stunned by the question--but she had to be sure. And when he offered her the assurance she’d been looking for, she’d smiled in relief and told him she was glad to hear it--glad, because she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

For a moment, he hadn’t said anything, and then a slow smiled edged onto his lips and he’d asked her if she was proposing marriage--and then, it was her turn to be stunned speechless. She hadn’t intended it to be, but now that she’d said it and now that he’d asked, she found herself nodding and she said she was.

“Mom, it’s time to go downstairs,” Henry says, once again poking his head into the room--and she grins at the jacket. “You don’t want to be late.”

“I’m a queen,” she says breezily. “And queens are never late, everyone else is just early.”

“I think we need to have a serious talk about you watching Roland’s movies,” Henry tells her as he rolls his eyes. “But, until then… are you saying you wanna stall for awhile?”

“No,” she’s quick to say as she grabs her bouquet from the bed. “I’m too excited for that.”

Henry laughs and shakes his head, and then offers her his arm. Taking a short breath, she slips her arm through his and together they walk down stairs--and when they reach the bottom stair, the wedding march begins to play and butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“I’m really proud of you, mom,” Henry says softly--a coy little grin edging onto his lips as he looks at her. “I think this means we can officially call Operation Mongoose a success.”

Laughing, she nods. “You do know that Robin isn’t my happy ending--or well, that my happy ending is more than Robin.” She stops and squeezes his arm. “It’s you and Roland and…”

“I know,” Henry cuts in. “But Robin’s a big part of it.”

“He is.”

“And, if I haven’t said this before, I still think it’s really cool that you’re marrying the Robin Hood.” She nods and grins, remembering the way they’d cuddle up together on the couch and watch Robin Hood on rainy days with a fleece blanket covered in foxes. “Now, let's go. He’s waiting for you.”

A grin twists onto her lips and her stomach flops as Henry gives her a little tug, leading her toward the living room--and as they walk up to the open French doors, everyone stands. At the end of the aisle, Robin stands with Roland at his side, smiling broadly as his blue eyes glisten with tears--and he looks as happy as she feels. She and Henry take that first step into the room, and that’s when she notices Tinkerbell standing right, smiling widely as she watches Robin watch Regina walk down the aisle.

“He wanted it to be a surprise,” Henry whispers.

“I am… definitely surprised,” she replies, her voice catching in her throat--somehow, it seems to poetic and so perfect to have Tink there, for her to be the one to marry them. Again, her stomach flutters and her throat tightens, and she hugs Henry into her side as her eyes shift back to Robin--and she can’t wait to reach the end of the aisle so that they can officially start the rest of their lives together.

#oq ff #outlaw queen #oq fix it week #oq prompt #oq au #fix it fic #robin hood #regina mills #regal believer

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Out of the Ordinary

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

You won a lucky draw chance to meet BTS backstage and got to know Min Yoongi.

That night, you told Hee Ji what happened. You tried not to up-play how much you enjoyed spending time with yoongi but mentioned the moments when you felt the true personalities of the members, such as how Jungkook was really quiet in real life but also very playful when he was around people he was comfortable with while Jin, on the other hand, was super mature and steady even though he also tried to be funny by telling jokes and irritating the members on purpose. You found it hard to explain yoongi’s personality but you spoke alot about how much you admired his talents and dedication towards his job and what he liked.

“Wow wow wow, the way you speak of him is so different from how you talk about the other boys. It’s like as if you were talking about how eligible a guy you’ve met at a speed dating is,” your housemate teased.

You blushed a little as deep down you really thought he was an eligible bachelor who knew what he was good at and worked hard to make it better. You did not mention to Hee Ji about Yoongi asking for your phone number for the fear that this would lead to inconveniences for the idol. Furthermore, you did not want to up-play this in case Yoongi was not taking it seriously and did not plan to take it further. You did not need the embarrassment and disappointment of wishful thinking.

But ever since Yoongi asked for your number, you’ve checked your phone more frequently even though you keep getting nothing. You figured that it was time to stop and to get on with your own life now that the high was over, it felt like it was time to wake up from a dream and to return to reality. So you tossed your phone aside and started tidying your room a little by putting the clothes that you took out in the morning and taking a new towel out for a shower before you head for bed.

After a nice and warm shower, you climbed into bed and took your laptop out to surf the net, relaxing and doing what you usually do before bedtime. While you were scrolling through your usual sites, your phone beeped.

Message from a new number: Hello, I hope you had a great time today and returned home safe...

Something was stuck in your throat when you saw the message preview and your heart jumped.

You opened the message and re-read the message before typing,

Send: Haha you are yoongi right? Yes I did. I hope I didn’t bore you out though...

You stayed on the chat after sending the message out hoping that Yoongi would appear online again to reply immediately but he did not. “He was probably busy”, you thought and tossed your phone aside again after waiting fruitlessly for awhile for him to appear online.

Though you were on your laptop, you could not help but glance over your phone a few times to see if the screen lighted up. There were a few times when you swore you saw the screen lighted up only to find out it was your hallucination.

Message from a new number: Great, I was afraid you were bored cause you only seemed to be more alive at the last part in my studio.

You leapt at your phone and typed immediately,

Send: Haha to be honest, I was more awkward than bored. The other girls seemed so excited and interested and I don’t really know anything about BTS so it was kind of out of place

Yoongi was probably doing something else as his replies were not immediate and he went offline after sending a text message to you. His replies came in intervals of 10-15 minutes which you figured was not a bad thing because it helped you to pace yourself and to slow down your excitement. Knowing that he wasn’t very active and passionate about keeping the conversation in real time with you helped you to take things a little more lightly as well. You saved his number into your phone as yoongi even though he had not replied directly to your question in your first reply to him.

Message from Yoongi: I’m surprised because people were saying BTS is everywhere but that’s fine. You can start getting to know about BTS from today. Maybe the first thing you should do is go to youtube and watch our videos.

Send: Ya I’ve watched some of your videos because of my housemate. She blasts BTS songs all the time. I was at the concert because of her actually and I feel so bad that I was the one who got to do the backstage event instead of her ):

Message from Yoongi: Wow it’s like how Taehyung accompanied his friend to Bighit’s audition but got asked to participate in the audition instead. Luck is quite a funny thing.

Send: Yeah the more you want something, the more you won’t achieve it. And when you are not looking for it, it appears everywhere.

Send: Like cabs..........

Message from Yoongi: HAHAHAHAHA that is so true

Message from Yoongi: You should watch this youtube.com/bitzl34323453

Send: OH i know of another video that looks like this one

Send: youtube.com/bitzl8349432384

So the night went on with the both of you sending each other videos of people creating special remixes on the piano that were cool and some were funny. It spun off to funny dance remix videos and other funny videos. You tried holding your exhaustion out to keep the conversation with Yoongi going, but somehow your eyes closed by themselves and you fell asleep at around 3am without a goodnight text. The next day you woke up to Yoongi’s text from last night’s conversation and a part of you was glad that you fell asleep while texting him so that you could easily start texting him again for another day without trying too hard to think of a conversation topic.

Send: Sorry I fell asleep last night. Ya I like the effects of the video too. I think that guy was my friend’s childhood friend or something. I like his remix machine though it looks so cool!!

Perhaps it was too early or Yoongi was already up and busy with his schedule, he did not reply even though you had spent quite some time laying in your bed and using your phone. Even after washing up and taking your breakfast, there was still no reply from Yoongi. You were getting used to his texting pace so it didn’t bother you as much anymore but you still found yourself glancing at your phone frequently and wishing that he would reply you soon. Whenever his text came in, you would instantly feel the blood rush in your system.

Message from Yoongi: I’ve got the same equipment

Yoongi went offline immediately after sending you the short text message and you couldn’t help but start feeling a little insecure. The long intervals and short replies made you wonder about what you should say and how you should reply. You wished that you would be interesting enough for him to want to continue talking to you. And somehow his replies did not make it easy to continue a conversation, making you wonder if he was trying to be nice whenever he replied your texts.

Send: Cool! Bet it’s cool (:

Your reply was short without changing the topic to get the conversation going as you told yourself to stop being irritating and most importantly, not to become an obligation. You were cool without a half-assed conversation and it was better if you ended the conversation there and then. Although you have only texted Yoongi for two days, it felt strange and empty to suddenly decide to let go texting someone and letting go all the hopes, but you figured that it was better for you to do it now than later. Yoongi did not reply and you were glad that you were right in making the decision to end it first but deep down, a rather big part of you was disappointed. You laughed it off and thought that you were being silly. Yoongi was an idol and it was only a texting for two days. It was really nothing and you decided to pick yourself up and carried on with your own life.

You went to school as usual that day, had a good lunch with your friends before heading to the library to do your essays. The mid-term papers were due and everyone was busy researching and writing their term papers. When you got home that night, you were exhausted and it felt as though your brain has been fried from the hours of lessons and reading various research papers.

When you were about to turn in for the night, your phone suddenly beeped.

Message from Yoongi: Sorry I was recording the whole day today, couldn’t bring my phone into studio so my replies were in bits and pieces..

Message from Yoongi: You can come to my studio to have a look if you want

Message from Yoongi: The sound machine

Send: Sure but I’m going to sleep now. I had a long day can’t really think now.. Talk to you tomorrow.

Your eyes closed immediately after hitting the send button.

Message from Yoongi: Come over tomorrow?

Message from Yoongi: Text me when you are awake.

The next morning, you read his texts and contemplated about what you should do. After all, you have decided to let this go and not to keep your hopes up. But a part of you decided to go for it since you have already decided to let go of any hopes of having anything with Yoongi. You could meet up with him as a friend and nothing more. With this false sense of resolute, you went to Yoongi’s studio after he told you that he would be available from afternoon onwards.

Spending time with Yoongi in his studio was always pleasant. It would start off a little awkward as both of you were not extroverts and particularly talkative. Yoongi, although shy, would often initiate small talks and conversations, to make you feel a little more at ease around him. The small talks would gradually turn into more comfortable conversations especially when you both get started on music, money, adulthood problems, and all other relatable issues.

As you both spend more and more time together, silence became comfortable. You would bring your laptop and books and do your essays on Yoongi’s couch while Yoongi composes and does his thing on his Mac with his back facing you. Occasionally, he would turn around to check on you. Occasionally, you would look up to check on him especially if he was hitting the keyboard a little harder, sighing a little louder, or making “tsk” sounds out of frustrations.

Your relationship with Yoongi was a very adult one. There were no sweet talks and romantic conversations. The care and concern Yoongi showed were in the form of “are you okay?”, “have you eaten?”, “why are you dressed like that? It’s cold”, “are you tired?”, “let’s get some rest”. He would tell you about his day, about small things that pissed him off, about ridiculous things that made him laugh and basically everything that was real in life. You enjoyed this relationship as it was real. Although Yoongi has not told you that he liked you, he has shown that he trusted you by opening up bits and pieces of his life to you. And this trust was not easy given his status. You could have been a psycho who used all these and turned against him one day, but he has never shown hesitation in giving that trust to you, and you were thankful for that.

But there were days when the going got tough. When Yoongi spent the whole day facing his computer and did not bother to make small talks with you, you started wondering why you were wasting time sitting on his couch when you could have been sitting at home or having fun doing something else with someone else. Especially when Yoongi was rushing the productions for the next album, you would really wondered what were you even doing sitting there like an idiot everyday. Many times, you would try to be patient with him and told yourself to be more understanding but you couldn’t stop the feelings of frustrations and anger. It would have been easier if Yoongi told you to stop coming to his studio if you were be bored and you felt stupid for not having the courage to talk to Yoongi about it. If you were bored and don’t wish to waste time sitting at his studio doing nothing anymore, you could just tell him but you don’t know why you just couldn’t. So you let the negative emotions build up and hold an invisible grudge against Yoongi who did not even know that you were unhappy.

Part of why you were bored was also because you had just finished the term which meant that you did not have to go to school and do work for awhile. But looking at how busy Yoongi was, he would probably have no time to spend your holidays with you. Looking at how busy Yoongi was, you thought that even if you disappeared from his life at this point, he would not even notice. So you decided to pull a disappearing act on him by not turning up at his studio. True enough, you did not hear from Yoongi, not even a text.

Two days later, Yoongi texted:

Message from Yoongi: The song is finally completed. Just submitted it. Finally.

Message from Yoongi: are you okay? haven’t seen you around

You were on the train to the cafe that you were meeting your friends at when you read Yoongi’s texts and sneered at his messages before tucking your phone back into your bag, ignoring his messages. You wanted him to feel a little more uptight about this and for him to have a taste of his own medicine.

You posted pictures of your day out on social media even though you knew that Yoongi does not check social media accounts so he would not possibly see your posts but you were petty like that. That night, you replied him:

Send: ya, was busy.

Yoongi did not reply quickly as usual and that pissed you off a little more, so when he finally replied, you were being a bitch out to pick a fight:

Message from Yoongi: Ah i see. What were you busy with? Aren’t you having holidays now?

Send: so? having holidays mean i gotta be damn free all the time? you are not the only busy person?

Message from Yoongi: wow, did something happened?

Message from Yoongi: who pissed you off?

Send: *roll eyes emoji*

Message from Yoongi: okok have an early rest

Message from Yoongi: goodnight

Send: ya whatever

Send: like you really care

Message from Yoongi: excuse me

Message from Yoongi: what is wrong with you?

Send: ya of course everything is wrong with me

Send: i bet you regret texting me again

Message from Yoongi: i did not say that

Message from Yoongi: if you are unhappy with me or if i did something wrong, you have to tell me? i won’t know why you are pissed off?

Send: you don’t even know anything

At this point, you were crying and you decided to put your phone down and go to sleep. You knew you were being unreasonable and crazy but a part of you wish that Yoongi would be softer and knew what you wanted or needed from him. You knew he was right that he would never know how you were feeling unless you tell him but a part of you wish that the idealistic romance would just happen and fall into place, that Yoongi would know what to say and what to do to make you feel okay. But in reality, Yoongi was confused and irritated that you were taking out your anger on him without telling him what he has done to upset you. He did not know you and what you were feeling, even you did not know yourself why you were behaving like a bitch. All you wanted was for Yoongi to care about you.

#BTS suga #yoongi #bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #Out of the ordinary

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