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Here's a flying lemur.

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Tis one of my commissions worth flexing.

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Me: *follows every SVTFOE tags without finishing Season 3 and 4 yet.*

Also me: ✨ regret ✨

The spoilers I saw will scar me forever

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Conan: You think you’re funny.

KID: Oh, I know I’m funny. Underappreciated, but funny.

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They so weird I love them

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It's Dipper vs. Bill

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Self insert! My OC chilling inside the Mystery Shack.

( Used Wendy as a reference. )

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Colored version to be posted soon, follow for more! It's Pines vs Cipher

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Bop

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"Good by—"

It was the third time of the day Bokuto Koutaro called, and also the third time he hung up on it without giving him any notice. But that doesn't bother Akaashi Keiji at all, after all, he's aware of how clumsy and energetic this man is. They'd often have an uninterrupted call and 4 to 5-minutes would be the longest— 'Well it was 6 minutes today.' The young man thought, keeping on track their short but meaningful conversation. After interrupting a 5-minute call, Bokuto will once again call him back and would apologize for the rest of their conversation.

He should be upset but he wasn't. Akaashi saw something special in Bokuto and that includes his child-like heart. He knows everything about him from his secrets, strengths, and weaknesses— everything you could ever think of. And he knows that if he gets mad over a petty reason, the captain will blame himself and both of them would feel bad at the end of the day. This man's patience is longer than their uninterrupted phone calls reason why they're match-made in heaven.

The vibration of the phone alerted him. Buzzing, shaking, making his palm itch— juddering.

'I'm sorry for ending it as usual. Good night, My Keiji!' And spam of heart emojis, with floating hearts thanks to one of the messenger's features.

With a smile carved on his lips, Akaashi didn't bother replying to his message and decided to place his phone on the platter before staring outside the window. It's mid-winter, the best time to stay inside, cuddle, and or go outside for a cold winter walk. The snow falls as soft as a cotton landing on a pile along with the white slush. Visible snowflakes dropping by the windowsills with their questionable yet unique patterns forming into snow bed with snow caused by last night's blizzard.

White. The purest of them all. Surely everyone from tropical countries would love to see the white magic, but snow's the last thing he could wish for today. He's hoping to see a white-haired man instead.

Every night, he worries that something might happen to him. That he might be needing him and he will not forgive himself if the latter cries without him on his side. For it's been half a year since Bokuto's hospitalized. His last visit was a month or two ago which made him more paranoid. Phone calls and messages are what keep them connected. Despite the 'BEEPS', hearing his voice and knowing that he survived a day is a blessing.

—

"Akaashi!"

It's not the ring of the phone that wakes him up every early morning but the enthusiastic scream of the latter at the other side of the line.

"Bokuto, it's 7:00 in the morning. How's your sleep?"

"Great! The operation's later! I can make time for us to play snow fight together."

Akaashi chuckled. Bokuto finessed the situation by being optimistic. However, as an astute observer for his partner, he knows that the man on the line is undoubtedly scared. Bokuto's probably shaking— Segueing his thoughts thinking it was benign. He would usually take his hand whenever he's sad, scared, or exasperated and it would ease the feeling. It always works, but not that he's not on his side. Not for long though.

Numerous sighs and pauses can be noticed on Akaashi while in the middle of the call. His faith in Bokuto's recovery doesn't falter and nor is his overthinking.

"Akaashi, I'll be f—"

*Beep*

The phone once again rang which Akaashi immediately picked up.

"SORRY— MY HAND'S A LIL' SLI—"

*Beep*

The setter couldn't help but wheeze. It might be bad timing to laugh while in a middle of a serious matter but Bokuto's clumsiness kicks in the wrong time.

Without waiting for his ringtone to ring, he quickly dialed his number which was eventually picked up without a second.

"Sorry Sorry— really."

"It's fine, you can hang up on me anytime, just make sure you're ok. Let's dance under the snowfall after you get discharged."

After hearing a muffled squeal from the line, Bokuto replied. "I love y—" *Beep* which was once again cut off by who knows what happened.

I love you too, Koutaro. You

better rest before the operation.

Aye aye, captain!!

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A winter without Bokuto Koutaro, the idea saddened Akaashi Keiji. Every winter of his life without Bokuto Koutaro, devastated him.

"Sir, I'm sorry."

Beep

"We tried everything."

Beep

Who knows a mere long beep with a different meaning is as damaging as an abrasive sidewalk salt on a snow foam.

He hoped to one day, hear the beeps from the next line once again. He hoped that one day, he finishes his sentence and not his life.

Akaashi heard everything on the line— the apologies, sobs, and long unending beep before they turned off the machine. He should've known, if those were their last calls, he should have said his last farewell.

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Emil my luv.

I've decided to make this acct. Into IDV related smh?

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Doing commission.

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Interact with this post if you saw it in your fy >:))

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Loving Stranger Things and Identity V atm..

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happy venti day:)