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#like... little dogs are just that screenshot of that kitten
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Id love to see how DOG! Konig actually first saw Reader or even when he knew he fell in love with her <3
König saw reader first time on TV :)
It was one of those boring moments when the latest mission was done and he was coming down from his adrenaline/testosterone/cortisol high, channel surfing at the base with a blank stare.
He passed this one channel that never had anything worthwhile to watch, except this time—wait a minute—there’s some cute girl whipping egg whites there. He changed the channel out of habit but immediately changed it back again, his eyes boring to the screen where this woman was making lemon tartlets.
He pays attention to the nice voice… Nice lips… Her hands, very delicate when she decorates each tart with raspberries and mint leaves. It’s always hot in his opinion when a girl prepares dinner or dessert, and this cutie is doing both. She has a sad smile and a pair of depressed eyes, her body language reminds him of tortured prisoners on the brink of confession. The despair in her eyes resembles the look on women just before they cum, and it drives him fucking nuts.
She’s fucking perfect… So weak, just a poor little thing who’s trying to hide, probably hates the camera and her audience, every small prick she has to work for and with.
König binges her whole show within a few days from some streaming service, even faps during or after watching – just a few times because in a few episodes, they filmed her breasts and hands a lot, although it must be said it’s that helpless look in her eyes that truly makes him cum hard… He fantasizes about arriving at her studio with his guns blazing, wondering how she would react when he stains her cute little tarts with blood. How she would react when she sees a big, able man come to take what’s his – would she kneel and beg him to save her life, or would she gasp and look like a stupefied goldfish when he pulls his dick out after the bloodbath and tells her to give it a kiss?
Next thing he does is he googles her, finds a few articles in some lousy girl magazine where she mentions she has “learned to make peace with solitude” and that “time spent alone feels good nowadays”. Ja, sicher! Poor little thing is lying her eyes out, anyone can see that. She tries so hard to be brave, looks so fuckable when she sighs and looks down at the food she just made like it’s the only thing in this world she can do right. Just cook some food and decorate dumb pastries, looking like a spoiled little princess while she’s doing it.
He gets his hands on the actual, physical articles and keeps them in his locker because they include pictures of her. Finds her on social media and looks at her Instagram feed first time in the morning and last time before bed, chuckling to himself from how pathetic she is, so fucking desperate to get attention... He has a collection of screenshots on his phone: one of his favourites is, surprisingly, not a picture of her delicious ass, trying another dumb hobby that’s supposed to be trendy. It’s the one where she’s smiling at a big mug of coffee in front of her, looking like a cute little kitten who’s been offered a treat. Or her on the beach with a big straw hat on her head, looking at the waves and smiling a big, silly smile, her worries forgotten for a moment. Her at a party, all dolled up and practically begging to get fucked, holding the waist of some weak civilian he could kill with one punch.
But his ultimate favourite is a selfie she took while she was out on a walk. She’s without her makeup, wearing a simple old faded t-shirt, looking up at the camera with a fake smile and those sad, pleading eyes, silently begging for someone to take the pain away. She’s unprotected, and lonely, so pitiful that König would do anything to teleport beside her right now and haul her away like a sack of whimpering potatoes thrown over his shoulder.
Is no one going to fucking come to her rescue and spoil her to bits, is no one going to fuck those dumb little thoughts out of her head? What the fuck is wrong with men these days, he doesn’t understand, but he’s not going to watch this ridiculous shit for a moment longer…
(If you asked König when he realized he was in love with her, he would answer it was love at first sight. Or… maybe… that one time when she asked where she put the cream. She was talking to herself while the cameras were rolling, looking helpless, lost, and dumb because she literally had one job... König found that very endearing.)
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sandwichfordinner · 2 years
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Hi hi! Ok so can we have edgar headcannons with a gn who does digital art and their s/o teaches them on how digital art works? (I hope this isnt breaking your rules and your emil and ada fanfic is hella good :D)
Edgar with a s/o who is a digital artist
Guys I am sorry for not posting.. I am at my writer block era rn..😭
Can we all ignore in the last fic how I wrote that Edgar didn’t like the digital drawing too, thanks.
ALSO TYSM! <33
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* Yours wasn’t a regular one. When you draw something quickly in it it becomes live, and slips out of the screen.
* Yours wasn’t a regular one. When you draw something quickly in it it becomes live, and slips out of the screen.
* Yours wasn’t a regular one. When you draw something quickly in it it becomes live, and slips out of the screen.
* It can be butterflies, birds, anything.
* And that’s the thing that it makes it a lot useful.
* You can even always draw the other survivors items but just once. You’re kinda like lucky guy but more lucky cause you draw those things really fast in it and the screen gives it to you so you can use it.
* All of the survivors excited they always bother you to draw something real quick because they need it, or it’s just because they want to see an animal or toys or other things.
* Example Emil and Ada really wanted to have a pet which is not dog. You guessed they were more of a cat person.
* So you drew a cute little grey baby kitten, and when it came out of the screen you put it in a little box with holes on the top so it can have air and gave it to their 1-2 years anniversary.
* The moment Emil opened the box, and Ada beside him watching , his heart melted when he saw a little kitten in the box.
* Ada gasped and held her hands on the mouth of shock because of how cute it was. Both of them were holding it carefully and petting it carefully.
* Months have passed and the cat has grew, it was a she. She was a really calm and good cat. Both Emil and Ada were really grateful to you.
* Okay to the main part, where Edgar took interest in your digital art.
* Sometimes you watched him in your free time how he draws, Whenever it can be in the waiting room, garden, or even his room if he let you in.
* Every time when you watched him paint , it made him feel special finally. It has been a lot of time since someone took an eye of his art. Sure the others know that he paints, but they have never really took interest in it. How can they be! Art is a very creative , ease hobby. It’s even better than being an acrobat, dancer, batter, postman etc. They don’t understand! Well that’s what he thinks.
* One time when he was painting next to you, you thought maybe you can copy what he paints and draw it on your tablet with different colours.
* So you got out you tablet and pen out of your bag and started drawing. You were glancing his painting from time to time , which made him raise a eyebrow of confusion. He stopped painting and looked at the screen. It was his painting!
* He scoffed, mad how you copied him. You probably will show it to the others and they won’t stop praising you how good you drew it!
,,Why are you copying me.’’ He broke the comfortable silence which made your body to take a screenshot.
,,I… well uhh, I thought you’re painting was really nice and I wanted to try too with different colours… I wont show it to anyone I promise!’’ You looked down at the screen from embarrassment, avoiding eye contact.
,,Tch why are you doing this anyway.’’
,,Because your paintings are nice..’’ you said softly still avoiding eye contact.
* His cheeks reddened from the praise and went back to painting leaving him quiet.
,,I won’t show it to the others I promise!’’ You were waving your hands in front of your face panicking.
,,Okay. I believe you.’’ He said quietly but you heard anyways because there was no one in his room except you and him.
* You calmed down and looked again at your screen. Your drawing was almost like his in the canvas but it was with different colours. Your cheeks were getting hot. ‘Please don’t tell me that I like him..’ you thought still staring at your screen blankly.
* Edgar noticed your staring and asked you.
,,Are you gonna continue or..?’’
* You quickly got up from where you were sitting, face red as tomato.
,,No I am good! I just need to rest-‘’
,,Why is your face red? Let me guess. It’s cause I made you embarrassed right?’‘ He smiled at you.
* Your eyes widened and your face got hotter.
,,I um.. well no?? It’s just i feel uhm hot.. NOT IN THIS TYPE OF HOT ITS JUST THAT MY FACE FEELS HOT AND..FORGET IT I WILL GO REST..’’
* He clearly knew you were lying but he brushed it off.
,,Alright then. Bye.’’
You quickly got out of his room. Hands sweaty and shaky.
* You face palmed.
,,How can I be this weird??’’
,,What’s the matter Y/N??’’
,,Oh uh! Nothing Emma I just feel tired that’s all!’’ You laughed awkwardly.
,,Why is your face-‘’
,,Bye Emma!’’
* You fell in love with the painter 💀.
* From time to time he tried to draw on your tablet. Let’s say he did enjoy it. Actually he did a lot.
* He didn’t need to get dirty and stuff.
* At the beginning you explained to him what to do, effects, blending, details. Although he knew about details.
* He remembered everything you told him and tried to draw in it.
* First tries weren’t bad, but later on he was really good at it.
* So now he was drawing on a paper and digitally.
* Most of the times you needed the tablet for your matches or because someone needed something and you had to draw it. He didn’t mind that.
* Both of you became really close because of art.
* (Thanks to the art🙏)
* You kept falling more for the painter, you thought those feelings would go away..
* So you just had to do it.. confess.
* It took you a day to plan everything. The confession was in his room.
* You were drawing a heart with the name Edgar on it.
,,Hey Edgar?’’
,,Hm?’’
,,Can I tell you something?’’
,,Sure’’
* You shoved the tablet into his arms. He looked at the screen and saw a heart. Before he can think of anything, this heart hit him on the face.
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,,OH MY GOSH EDGAR?? ARE TOU OKAY?!’’ You asked him panicked. He lay on the floor, the big plushie heart hugging his face.
* You quickly snatched the heart which was read ‘Edgar’ on it.
* You tried stopping the heart going to hug Edgar again.
* He got up confused and looked at the heart you were holding in front of your hands.
* He narrowed his eyes to read the text.
* ‘Edgar’ was written on the middle of the heart.
* He quickly understood everything and his face reddened.
* You successfully stopped the heart from moving leaving it a normal heart plushie/pillow.
* Both of you were staring each other’s eyes with red faces.
,,Do you.. like me?’’
,,No.. I don’t only like you.. I love you.’’ You tried avoiding eye contact.
* Something made Edgar’s heart flutter from excitement.
* He was holding where his heart was, sweating and really red.
,,I… I love you too.. Y/N.. I love everything about you.. How creative you are.. how you.. made me feel special too.. you are one of the nicest people I have met in my entire life… protecting me during matches… How can’t I fall inlove with a person like you..? You are amazing..’’
* He tried to confess too.
* Both of you were speechless and with red faces.
* You grabbed his hands and kissed him on the lips.
* The kiss was soft. He returned the kiss when he grabbed your face.
* It didn’t last long after both of you pulled for some air.
* Edgar has finally found the meaning of love. True love.
* And with a talented s/o who knows how to draw digitally.
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If you all are wondering why my fic is weird written and why are the same sentences copied than one time.. than that means I am violating their community guidelines??? I am literally not writing nsfw here?????? 💀💀
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amazinglyegg · 2 years
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A continuation of my Fallout New Vegas blind adventures: Episode 2, the murder arc
So in between learning that Victor is sadly NOT a cannibal and this post, I decided to pick up some companions. Flirted with Arcade, did immoral tests on Lily, and got a sick (both in the slang definition meaning "cool" AND the literal definition meaning "unwell") dog named Rex.
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I got a nice doggy brain from Ceasers Legion for my baby boy. I wanted to use the brain as an excuse to kill them but sadly they gave it to me without a fight. I realized there's no possible morally good ending where the Slave Owner Torturers are still around so I decided to kill them all anyway.
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On my way to picking up Boone at the Lucky 38 for our murder party Mr. House told me to NOT kill Ceaser under ANY circumstance... so... uhh...
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Guess we're not siding with Mr. House anymore!
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I died! A lot! I didn't take any screenshots but after dying 10+ times just to the guys IN Ceasers tent I came up with the great plan of using Boone and Rex as distractions (set to "wait" near the front of the tent) and surrounding them with mines, as most of the legion dudes use melee. It didn't work, but at least Boone and Rex died doing what they love: being in horrible pain all the time.
I grabbed my companions (who were flung halfway across the map due to the power of the explosions) and walked into the tent -
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Is that fucking benny.
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Uhh I freed him. I know, I know, not a popular choice, but in compared to the Legion he's like a poor little kitten. Plus, killing people really did a number on me, and seeing that little "You've gained karma!" notification gave me a boost in serotonin. I wonder if we'll cross paths again or if he'll slowly fade away from the story due to the fact 99% of people would have killed him by now.
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I kinda remember Mr. House saying something about a secret basement and whatnot but honestly every time he talks I just immediately zone out so idk what's down there. Surely if it's protected by Super Special Chip Powers it must be good? Treasure or something?
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No its just fucking Mr. House. The exact guy I wanted NOT to see after beating the shit out of Ceaser. Why are you down here buddy? Are you having a secret affair with Ceaser?? What am I upgrading?? Your robo dick??? No thanks bro. I'm going back to collecting companions like pokemon cards and using my newfound enemy status with the Legion to befriend Boone enough to unlock is edgy backstory. You have fun down here I guess.
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mars-ipan · 3 years
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it’s so weird to me when people make fun of rat bc like... yeah little dogs are just Like That. they’re perfectly happy though. it looks like there is not a single thought behind their eyes yet they are crafting a plan to manipulate you into treating them like royalty. they lull you into a false sense of security with their goofy idiocy but in reality? they fluently understand english. they will break you. you will spoil them
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Cats 101: Who the Fuck Are the Cats You Haven’t Talked About Yet?
Okay, time for the extras! They still do things normally.
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Alonzo is Munkustrap’s second-in-command and Tugger’s primary rival for Sexiest Cat. He helps Munk fight off Macavity and hangs out in the background, flirting with girls and moving in ways that shouldn’t be physically possible. When he hangs out in the background, he’s often joined by his girlfriend:
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Cassandra! She’s better than you. She’s better than everybody. Except for the cats she likes. She respects the tribe’s leaders. Outside of them, the other cats she approves of are Alonzo (her boyfriend, though they have an open relationship), Tugger (must to Alonzo’s frustration), Skimble (she likes his train stories), and possibly Mistoffelees (he picked her to assist in a magic trick and she accepts that).
She spends most of her time in the background being sassy and judging people, often joined by Alonzo.
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Coricopat and Tantomile are the Psychic Twins. I’m introducing them together because they’re the same character around 90% of the time. It’s hard to say much about them, because they’re mysterious. They’re telepathic with some sort of psychic link to each other, so they move in sync most of the time. Though Tantomile flirts with Tugger a bit, the two are usually together in scenes where cats pair off. When other cats are implied to be fucking, they’re just vibing in unison in a corner somewhere.
When they have separate personalities, Coricopat is a bit goofier than Tantomile, who has far more dignity.
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Unlike pretty much every picture of a character I’ve shown so far, you’ll notice that this picture doesn’t have the characters name on it. There’s a reason for that. This is Plato. London productions call him Admetus. When Macavity isn’t onstage, which is most of the show, his actor plays Plato. Outside of sharing an actor, there’s no connection between the characters. Bryn Walters is only credited as Macavity in 1998, which means we actually don’t know if this character is called Plato or Admetus, but the other boys with different names were credited with their US names, so that’s what we’re going with.
Remember the name Admetus, because things are only going to get more confusing from here.
Plato is one of the Big Boys, but he’s also pretty young, young enough that he usually hangs out with the tom kittens. He acts like a sort of big brother to them at times. 
Outside of being an honorary tom kitten, Plato has three other things to do:
1. He helps Munkustrap and Alonzo protect the tribe. He’s a sort of apprentice.
2. Girls! He flirts with Jemima and Etcetera a bit and has a big, sexy mating dance with Victoria. 
3. He’s Tugger’s biggest fanboy. This screenshot of him stroking his leg is while looking up at Tugger, hoping to get his attention, while Cassandra, Tantomile, and Etcetera are doing the same move. The other boys that participate in Tugger’s number usually try to imitate Tugger’s moves to be like their hero, but Plato is doing the same thing the girls are doing. Interpret that how you will.
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George has a similar situation regarding the ending credits and Plato. He’s only credited as another character and might actually be named Admetus.
There’s a number in act one where the cats put on a play for Old Deuteronomy. Most of the pretend to be dogs who get in a fight until the Great Rumpus Cat shows up and scares them all away by...yawning, I think. George got cast as the Rumpus Cat in this little play
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But, this is a human playing a cat playing another cat. The Rumpus Cat is not a separate character.
In London at the time this was made, the cat who played the Rumpus Cat was called George and looked similar to this character in the movie, so that’s usually what people call him. However, an old website for the 1998 film credited the character as Admetus. This website contained several errors, so it can’t be considered a reliable source and we can’t be sure what the character should actually be called. So, we usually stick to George.
George is the :D cat. His personality is :D. He makes a :D expression during most of his screen time. He’s pure of heart, dumb of ass, and just happy to be here. His personality reminds people more of a dog than a cat, so some people headcanon that he was a puppy who the Jellicles found abandoned and raised as a cat.
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Lastly, we have Exotica. You can pretty much forget about her. She’s only in a few scenes and has two different designs. Sometimes she switches between shots in the same scene because the editing in this thing is hilariously bad.
Basically, the people who cast this thing wanting to include Femi Taylor, the original Tantomile who’d done a lot during the show’s early years, in the production, but they’re already cast all the roles and didn’t have anything for her to do, so they invented the character of Exotica just for her. This still didn’t mean giving her anything to do, not even dancing in the chorus. She just makes cameos.
It’s generally agreed upon that the name Exotica kind of sucks and sounds vaguely racist for a character created for a black actress. If you’re on Tumblr, you’ll see a lot of posts that use different names for her with no explanation. Everyone has their own name for her. Off the top of my head, I can think of Wallflower, Hysperia, and Hathor, but there are many others. I like to call her Bastet, after the Egyptian cat goddess, but I rarely ever do it, because I don’t want people to get confused.
So, that’s all the characters in Cats 1998! The original London cast also had a cat named Victor, and there are some other characters that only appear in some casts, but this is what you need to know to watch the most well-known production.
Next Up: What the Fuck Is Going On? (Which will take a while to fully explain)
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toastedkiwi · 3 years
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Goodnight
Summary: Chris facetimes you.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader
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“Bubba, I think your cats are trying to kill me,” Chris said the second you pick up his call.
“What do you mean?” You asked placing your phone up against the wall.
“I mean that I woke up this morning to Marie on my face trying to keep my mouth closed as Berlioz strangled my throat,” he said.
You watched as he paced around getting the house ready for him to go to bed. You know he’s fond of having natural light coming in and he loves opening up the curtains in the morning to get his day started.
“They also keep tripping me,” Chris said. “I’m scared for my life.”
You laughed. He finally looks at his phone screen to see that you’re in his big bathroom with wet hair and one of his t-shirts.
“It’s true, Munchkin! I got so many scratches on my arm. They are out for blood, Y/n, and I’ll be their first victim. Then Dodger will be next,” he said.
“We both know that Dodger gets along with Berlioz,” you said. “He even lets that cat eat some of his food.”
“It’s gonna be a fat cat. I also have scheduled an appointment for your cats so they can get their shots,” Chris informed. “And we can figure out when Berlioz can get his balls cut off and Marie can get spayed.”
You giggled, “balls.”
“You’re such a child,” he said shaking his head.
“You’re such a whiny little bitch,” you said.
“That is not nice— Dodger, bedtime,” Chris said.
“Do we ever call each other nice things?” You asked.
“I call you Bubba—,” he said heading down the hallway to his bedroom.
“You also call Dodger that,” you said.
“Yeah. I also call you Honey, Darling, Sugar— oh yeah! I fucking figured out what a sugar baby is, you fucking cunt,” Chris hissed.
You covered your mouth hysterically laughing.
“You fucking jackass! You embarrassed me on a fucking live. My baby sister had to tell me what the fuck a sugar baby is,” he ranted oozing his Boston accent. “I’m getting fuckin’ DMs asking me if I can be their sugar daddy! I’m not that fuckin’ old! Im only 39 living with a fuckin’ 20 something year old popstar, 2 fuckin’ cats, and a dog! I don’t have anytime for a sugar baby nor you suggesting that you are mine! It’s outrageous! It’s horse shit! Some people fuckin’ believe it too! But your ass makes more money than me!”
“Are you good?” You asked as he takes a deep breath.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
You grinned and put your hair up. He climbs into his bed where a kitten is already on one of his pillows.
“How was filming?” Chris asked seeing that you’re starting your nightly routine.
“It was fine,” you said.
“Was it for... the one song that you and Machine Gun Kelly did or...?” He asked.
“Nah, I did the angsty song that you haven’t heard yet,” you said.
Chris yawns loudly and asked, “when can I hear it?”
“You’ll hear it with everyone else in the world,” you said.
“Lame. I live with you. I’m your emotional support animal,” he said. “I deserve to hear your masterpiece.”
“Dude, you can wait,” you said.
He groaned and pouted like a little kid.
“That look will not work on me,” you said pointing at the camera.
“But, Huuuuuuney,” Chris whined.
“Baaaaaaaby,” you mocked.
“I can put you on the streets, you turd,” Chris said making you laugh.
“Oh, but you see I’m in your mansion while you’re in your suburban white mom’s house,” you said. “All of your expensive shit is here, pretty boy, along with your Camero.”
“That was a gift from RDJ,” he said. “I should probably get it shipped out here.”
“I can make that happen. I was thinking about getting my car out there as well so I’m not stealing yours all the time,” you said.
“You might as well move all your shit out here,” Chris suggested.
“You sure you want that?” You asked.
“I’m pretty fucking sure we’re stuck with each other, Y/n,” he said.
“I knew that the second you practically kidnapped me and made me dog sit Dodger the night we met,” you said making Chris smile at the memory.
“I guess I have been kidnapping you since the beginning,” he said.
You laughed and said, “I told ya.”
“Don’t get snotty,” he sassed.
“How am I being snotty?” You asked.
“You just are— what are you putting on your face?” Chris asked.
“It’s a mud mask,” you said.
“Shouldn’t it be brown?” He asked.
“It’s blueberries and yogurt,” you said showing him the package.
“Then it’s not a mud mask,” Chris said. “That’s just blueberries and fuckin’ yogurt smushed together in that little weird packaging. I can make it myself.”
You giggled and continued to apply the pale blue colored mask upon your skin. He rolled onto his side and propped up his phone on the nightstand. He grabbed his book as well. There’s a comfortable silence between the both of you as you’re finish applying your mask and cleaning up. Chris has Dodger cuddling up with him and he’s flipping to the right page of his book.
“What are you reading this time?” You asked.
“A book,” Chris stated.
He doesn’t need to look that your blue face isn’t too happy about his answer. It makes him smile.
“So,” you said heading into his bedroom.
Chris puts down his book flat on his chest and looks at you. He can’t help but reach over and take a screenshot.
“Why the fuck did you just take a screenshot?” You asked.
“‘Cause I need to look back on that face,” Chris said. “When you look like the chick from Charlie & The Chocolate Factory.”
“Oh my god,” you groaned. “You. Are. Not. Posting. It!”
“Don’t provoke me,” he said.
“You’re so sassy,” you said. “Oh! Guess what!”
“I’m not guessing,” Chris said.
“Please? Please just guess,” you pleaded with a pouted lip.
“Fine... you’re... getting lip injections,” Chris said.
You end up hanging up on him. He laughed and tried to call you back but you don’t pick up. It takes him three tries until you pick up.
“No, Chris, I’m not getting lip injections. I’m going on the VMAs and I’m gonna fucking shit on your name,” you said.
“I can’t wait to watch it,” he smiled.
“I hope you eat shit,” you said.
“That’s my line,” he snorted.
“Whatever,” you sassed going back into the bathroom.
“Are you sleeping in my bedroom?” Chris asked.
“Yeah,” you said.
“Why?”
“‘Cause I miss you,” you mumbled.
“Awww, I miss you too,” he cooed. “You’ll be back soon.”
“I know,” you said.
“Oh, there’s Satan,” Chris said.
Marie jumps up on the bed. Chris is quick to flip the camera around and show you your little white kitten.
“She isn’t Satan,” you said.
“Yes she is! You just don’t believe me,” he said as the kitten made its way up to him.
“Cause you’re a liar,” you said.
“You’re the liar, you fucking blueberry,” Chris said.
“Am I a blueberry or a liar?” You asked turning on the faucet.
“I’m gonna put that on a shirt and sell it,” he said flipping his camera back on him.
Your cat curls up in between the space between his neck and shoulder. You wash away the mask off your face. Chris waits patiently for you to finish up and come back on the screen. He yawned loudly.
“You tired, Bear?” You asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
“Oh look at you three!” You squealed seeing them.
You take a screenshot of them of course making Chris huff.
“Where’s Berlioz?” You asked.
“I dunno. Probably destroying our house,” Chris said. “Or plotting my murder.”
“Why would the cats murder you? You feed them,” you said and turned off the bathroom lights.
“I don’t know their motives,” he said.
You laughed and climbed into his big bed. You get under the covers and lay on your side looking at your phone.
“You’re looking comfy in my bed,” Chris said.
“It’d be better with Dodger and my kitties,” you said.
“Well, Honey, you just outta come back to Boston,” he said.
“And I will,” you said.
You both continue talking until he ultimately crashes. You screenshot your roommate who looks so peaceful in his bed filled with animals.
“Goodnight, Chrissy. Goodnight, Marie. Goodnight, Dodger. Goodnight, Berlioz,” you said.
You watch them for a good minute before hanging up.
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sadweeb69 · 3 years
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OC information
Okay, so, I used to have a super detailed OC on Amino whose information would literally take up half my bio (I'm not kidding. If you followed me on Amino, my bio was hella long, mostly because of the memes and my OC's info. There was a lot of ranting). But since Amino fucking Thanos snapped my account and yeeted the remains to the stratosphere and I'm unwilling to make another account because climbing up the ranks is long and tedious as hell, I had to come here and (hopefully) find some people to roleplay with. Kinda like starting from scratch. So, here's a version of my OC's info without all the excess information.
...Okay, maybe SOME of the excess information ._.
It's just the info I remember, though (my dumb-ass didn't write it down on a piece of paper or copy and paste it on a Google Doc-)
[REMINDER] None of this information is about me (the person typing all this). Just saying this for clarification. ALSO! None of the pictures belong to me. The artwork's not mine and neither are the screenshots of Gerard Way (my beloved)
Name: Matthew Daniel Woods
Age: 21
Birthday: October 7th. He doesn't celebrate it for... reasons.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (he prefers men, but he still feels hopelessly attracted to women)
Appearance: Long, black hair that covers his right eye, ocean-blue eyes, black hoodie, all black clothing, lean but muscular body, scars all over his chest, stomach, arms, and back, one large burn scar on his right cheek that's covered by a face-mask which covers the lower half of his face (from his nose, mouth and cheeks to his neck/throat)
Height: 5'11 (he a tall boi)
Faceclaims
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Realistic
I'm fucking obsessed with Gerard Way, okay? It's not my fault I'm obsessed with hot emo boys. He awakened a... certain feeling in me-
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Shirtless
Hot shirtless bois for... research purposes-
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Anime
Personality
Cold, rude, loner, pessimistic [on the outside], sad, scared, angry, alone [on the inside], probably locks himself in his room while crying to My Chemical Romance
Likes: Waffles, cats, his personal space
Dislikes: Most people, women (most women he dated in the past used him because of his body and didn't care if he was suffering), dogs (he's allergic to them. When he's around them, he sneezes like a kitten), his father, his personal space being invaded, being flirted with, people who don't think waffles taste good, physical affection (he's kinda like a vampire, except he won't shrivel up and turn to dust. He'll just hiss and wish he were either somewhere else or dead)
Weaknesses
This man can't dance to save his life. He can sing, but not dance. When asked to dance with someone, he'll just say he doesn't like dancing.
Do not let this man near an oven or anything that can set a house on fire (lighters, matches, etc.). First of all, he has trauma relating to fire. Second of all, if he hates you (and I mean more than he hates anyone), he'll burn your house down. No regrets. Toasters are fine, though. He prefers those since they don't burn his waffles to a crisp
He isn't really the best at being nice. He can try, but he has a short fuse
He's not good with manners. Sure, he'll say, "please" and "thank you", but that's all
Whenever he's around dogs, he sneezes like a cute little kitten. He's embarrassed by his dog allergy
He smokes. However, he only smokes when he's thinking of his Mom
Strengths
He... kinda has a sense of humor - if you count sarcasm and ranting about how much of a piece of shit his father is
For someone who seems like he has a deep and intimidating voice (which he does! But it's not the seductive kind. It's more like the "I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't shut up" kind mixed with the pretty boy kind. He's basically hot, but he's not afraid to beat your ass if he has to. Think of a mix of Corpse Husband and Jotaro Kujo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), he actually has a pretty nice singing voice
Like I said, my account on Amino got yeeted and I didn't write down the information or copy and paste it on a Google Doc, so this is all the information I remember. I wanted to keep it as simple as possible
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kalakilo · 3 years
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the empty text box answer hall of fame
over 400 of y’all took my stupid uquiz. why.
an anon ask requested me to show my favourite answers to the little text box at the end so i spent like two and a half hours going through every single answer AGAIN since i hadn’t screenshotted any while looking through them the first time. you idiots are so funny and lovely people and here is a big post going through some iconic answers. i hope this can be entertaining but also it is mostly just for me lol
first of all, in one of the questions i mention that i often leave “i fucked ur mom” in the empty text boxes at the end of most uquizes. this then resulted into 43 of you leaving “i fucked ur mom” in the textbox in some way or another and one person asking: “i wonder how many people wrote “i fucked ur mom” after what you said earlier”. some favourite variations of this include:
as a wise uquiz maker once said “I fucked ur mom”
to quote u, i fucked ur mom <3
i fucked your mom but i thought it was you anyways the pussy was bomb
as I was fucking your mom, I realised that I truly am the sexiest bitch alive
i didn’t fuck your mom, but i did make sure she got home safely <3
and a bonus i also enjoyed: Can you ask your mom if she’s single
no, my mother is not single, and i really hope none of you actually fucked her. that being said i laughed at these every time thank you so much
these next ones i just want to talk about even though the original sender will most likely not even see them. or they just need some context. i just need peace of mind
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the first question of the quiz was my favourite one to do because kpop songs are sometimes absolutely fucking bonkers and i wanted to showcase that it was hilarious!!!! i can confirm that not all kpop is like that. i specifically chose the funky ones because i think it does add to character and that is something that i can simultaneously enjoy and also laugh at. but kpop also has amazing lyrics!! it’s not all one thing and kpop is super diverse. i didn’t personally know some of the songs i put in there, i just knew their funky lyrics so i cannot speak for fm but also what the fuck was that song
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as you should. carry on. i was very threatening with “do not leave it empty you bitch”
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this one was just cute!! idk if you’re going to see this person who sent it but my native language is finnish. chuu is an icon.
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one of my questions was if you were a wizard what would you say when you cast a spell and one of those answers was fuck you. this person took it to the next level and i loved it so much i couldn’t stop smiling at this one
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listen i’m fuckin trying
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this person just completed the assignment. left me a wonderful love letter
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and last but not least, this person did everything i told them to do in the actual question. a+ incredible performance!!!
if i could i’d put in all the screenshots i took but since there is a photo limit i believe, i will just write them out exactly as they are. moving on, here are just some random ones that i really enjoyed:
i’m your father, luke
i am so sad, i dont have enough white beads to make a little 3d seed beed chicken sitting down ): i even arranged all the beads i stole from my mom by color, it took me 3 days, and now i cant even make a little chicken ): a little seed beed chicken )’:
you’ll meet the king of fungi in 34 days
today i managed tp find the nether fortress and collect 10 blazerods. im about to beat minecraft for the forst time in my life
Dude every question of this was a riot I love you
Bro I’m just here for the vibe
I think dogs should be able to vote
i killed a man lol
Pebis.
jack sparrow pirates of the caribbean was confirmed some flavor of homo way back when which means HE was disney’s first gay character yet they refuse to give pirates of the caribbean the credit it deserves and they refuse to my calls where I try and tell them they simply must have jack sparrow pirates of the caribbean kiss a man directly on the lips in the next movie
ehhhhhh I’m evil penis boy im gonna steal your penis
I love you, no homo. The homo costs extra
Yo check this out *<|:) he’s in a party hat
theres way too many kpop references in this quiz
\_/____ it’s a slug
that was the weirdest quiz i’ve taken in a while and i truly enjoyed it
My cat is meowing at me i thin i’m going to die today
FUCK (are you pleased)
I wish I was a nac Mac feegle but more than that I wish I could enjoy being a nac Mac feegle
I forgot what this quiz is about already
I hated these questions and have lost 10000 years of my life answering them (no but thanks for the quiz!!!)
on god I was gonna choose the ‘cuddling stray kittens’ option for the how do u sleep question but then I remembered that I actually did sleep in a refrigerator box on my bedroom floor for months when I was like 9 :/ throwback!!!
when i was 7 i put my hand in a food processor while it was running to “see what would happen” and somehow im 28 and still have all my fingers and toes
this last one deserves its own moment. it’s the best message i got:
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congrats on the phd doctor bitch!!!
along with all of these messages, i got a lot of song recs (thank you sm!!) and i got so many lovely messages from people saying they liked the quiz or just other generally nice things and i can’t explain how much serotonin these answers have given me. just wanna thank everyone who took the time to write something in there i loved it!!!!!!!
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austarus · 4 years
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Wells Boys x Reader May The Best Wells Win
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**These gifs are made by me, please credit if used.
***Also, I'm not dead! This is the last complete draft I have in my drafts box until Thanksgiving and Winter Break. I'll promise I'll be back, I'm just super sick and stressed out with Uni and my premed course work. Apologies for the delay, now enjoy the fic :)
“Cisco, it’s so precious,” you gush, sitting beside the mechanical engineering genius as you two sift through various screenshots and fan art on the Cortex main monitors. “When did you say the game was being released?”
The three men honestly had no idea how to respond. None of them were getting any form of attention from you today, coincidentally the one person that they were hopelessly pining over. Regrettably you were unaware of their hidden affections, oblivious to the true meaning to their actions towards you. Sherloque was quietly sipping his tea, Harry had his arms crossed with a little glare, and HR was twirling his drumstick around as per usual. All while you and Cisco continued to gush over the small virtual creature. Yamper, is what they heard you coo out with heart eyes and all. A virtual creature from the world of Pokémon that attains the body of a corgi with electric type attributes.
“He is pretty cute, but I’m just saying my money’s still on Bulbasaur,” Cisco quirks an eyebrow at you with a goofy smile, searching up on a separate monitor. You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, “Should be out by November 15. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Pre-ordering the game and spending every waking second on it?” You rub your hands together with a smile gracing your lips.
“All-nighters included?”
“All-nighters included along with lots of snacks and fizzy drinks.”
“I taught you so well.” Cisco does a little gasp rests a hand over his heart, faking a tear to wipe away like a parent proud of his child. You gave Cisco a big hug before going back to Pokemon surfing for this new game release.
A glare washed over the Wells men at the hug. All three men shared a look of annoyance and rolled eyes at the next set of Yamper photos, this time mini comic panels were included. You were practically in a whole other world because of the dog-like virtual creature. The Wells men reluctantly huddled together in the side lab, a moment of silence passing through them as they looked to one another with blank looks. They neither liked nor tolerated one another yet must play nice for your sake. They find themselves in the same predicament: you were too distracted to be whisked away by one of them.
“All right, I think we can agree here that ‘Yamper’ is our common enemy,” Harry speaks up with a sigh, as three sets of blue eyes glanced back at you. “And it’s only logical for a temporary truce until this Yamper incident blows over.”
“Oui, though ‘e may be virtual, mon cher ‘as rather become infatuated instead of seeking out moi. Such a shame, ‘owever-”
“Hold on there Frenchy,” HR stops the Frenchman. “No one said she’s seeking you out, my handsome friend. If anything, I’m the one that she enjoys coming to whenever she needs to have a good heart-to-heart conversation or for some Jitters outings. Therefore, a point goes to me.”
“Wrong,” Harry roughly shuts HR down as Sherloque mutters to himself about his disgust for the bitterly caffeinated beverage, “neither of you are worthy enough to be in her presence. If anything, I’m the most practical person she comes to whenever she needs advice or wants someone to spend her downtime with. On top of that, I’ve known her longer.” The dark-haired E2 man smirks in triumph, much to HR and Sherloque’s chagrin, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark-washed jeans. He does a little head tilt to accompany his smirk, “Ball is in my court.”
“I’ve got deductive skills, intelligence, and charm. Qualities all women desire-”
“-The only thing you have is that piling debt of alimony to all your exes.”
“Low blow, hardhead.” HR whistled lowly.
“Shut it, you mindless fool.”
“Not mindless, creative and optimistic. I’m not a sourpuss like you.”
“At least I still have my company and my earth as a home.”
“-Wow, rude much? Or are your bedside manners as good as the dirt in hell?”
“-Yet, you ‘ave your daughter running ‘alf of it. And you got kicked out of the council. It seems that your genius brain couldn’t keep up with the dark matter.” HR and Sherloque has spoken at the same time, the latter going for a hard jab. Well, more like a stab instead of a jab.
Harry ignored the dark matter incident comment. “That council was toxic, and you know it. Unlike you two, I’ve got combat experience, especially with metas, so that means I can protect her the most.”
“No woman wants to be with a blunt mallet with raging anger management issues or with a man who can’t keep it in his pants whenever he sees a version of his ex.” HR snapped in a low voice, a little smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“What did you just say-”
“Qu'est-ce que tu viens de me dire?”
Before either man could throw any fists or random objects in the lab, a whooshing sound and red electricity cracks through the air. Harry, HR, and Sherloque found themselves thrown into opposite walls of the Time Vault, one by one. The pebbled interior jabbed at them at the moment of impact before roughly landing on the cold ground. They opened their eyes with an ache reverberating through their body and a groan leaving their lips. HR’s drumsticks had clattered onto the tiled flooring, rolling slightly away from his body. Sherloque's fedora had flown off his head while his cup of tea remains broken in the other room. Lo and behold, the last man they expected to see stood right before them in all his smug speedster glory.
He calmly watched each man gather their bearing and rise to their feet.“I’d say neither of you are the better candidate for my sweet little kitten,” the genius speedster spoke with a condescending tone.
Eobard Thawne with the identity of this earth’s own Wells smirked mischievously at the Frenchman, the novelist, and the war veteran. “My reasons?” He speaks, when they all gave him murderous glares and rude, yet questioning looks. “They aren’t really of your concern. Just remember," he raised a taunting index finger in the air, "that I’m smarter, faster, and stronger than you three combined.” The dark-haired genius emphasized those three key words as if to engrave them in the air that he’s the superior one that would win your heart. Each word directed towards each Wells, knowingly attacking each of man's weakness.
“Don’t kid yourself speedy,” HR stammers out, both drumsticks now in a tightened fist. He's stood up against Savitar, why couldn't he do the same against Reverse Flash? “She’s not into villains. You lucked out, so beat it before BA shows up with Iris and the Team.”
A low whistle leaves Eobard’s lips along with a little laugh, raising his hands up in mock defeat. “Oh, very threatening.” The smug expression and raised eyebrow gesture never leave his face.
“The moron’s right on this.” Harry had already pulled out the miniature pulse rifle (a pulse pistol, if you will) that he always keeps on him. He was blindsided once by Oliver’s Earth-X doppelganger, never again would that happen. Keeping the energy-filled gun pointed at the speedster, "You’re the last one she’d ever want to see or get with. Or have you forgotten exactly what you've done to her friends.”
Sherloque adjusted his cap and remained silent, observing and analyzing the speedster in front of him. He had heard so much about this Wells... Thawne. Stone-hearted, analytical and highly intelligent even from his original time period. A true malevolent strategist to benefit himself, yet he's heard whispers of how his demeanor would melt away when it came to you. However so much pain and underlying anger remain with the individuals of team flash. You wouldn’t choose him surely… Would you?
“Is that so? Well I guess that decision is up to her, isn’t it?” Eobard laughs sinisterly, cocking his head to the side with eyes sparking to life with red. “May the best man win.” The futuristic speedster speeds away with his crimson lightning licking the air. His mocking laughter echoes through the room.
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Spill your heart out about Walter.
Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon
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Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions
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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.
I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW
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Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.
Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.
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Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.
(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)
I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.
Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.
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According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.
Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.
STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.
Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.
He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.
And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!
His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.
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Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??
His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!
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Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.
And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)
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Oh no baby please don’t cry.
He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.
(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)
You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.
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This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.
(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)
I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.
Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:
kiss he
like seriously
just kiss he a whole lot
cover his whole face in kisses
one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle
hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe
then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose
cuddle him
hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest
run my fingers through his hair
listen to his breathing
discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning
fuck he
pin him to a wall and snog he
make him go cherry red
fluster he
compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this
feed pigeons together
listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts
write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time
serenade he
be the love of his life, and have him be mine
just… soft things, man
cook something for this malnourished sticc
make him small handmade gifts
they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried
draw he
have him be my muse in general
not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too
carry him bridal style
be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around
sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly
watch cheesy rom coms
flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness
or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it
have sleepovers together
give him hand kisses
be of emotional support
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bayardboy · 3 years
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God Told a Good Joke Today: On Being Present (tw pet death)
“We often feel helpless in the face of suffering, especially the suffering of those closet to us, and we wonder how we can help. Simple acts of kindness are so meaningful... food can be so much more than physical nourishment. Or perhaps you offer a flower from your own garden, or just listen to the fears and feelings of someone who is suffering, so they know they are not alone. Sometimes just being there with an open heart and a presence grounded in peace and serenity is enough.” - Ram Dass, Polishing the Mirror, 2013.
If you’ve read the trigger warning, you may get a sense of where this story is going... but I would encourage you to laugh with me, in good faith, at what transpired this weekend.
My house has been talking about getting a cat for sometime; Sierra wants an orange kitten named Ichigo, after the Bleach character. Gabby tells us their friend is looking to rehome his old cat, who is being bullied by the other (4!) cats in the house. So, on Saturday, I come down the attic ladder to see Woolie standing on the woodwork.
This cat is beautiful. Purebred Himalayan with sky shining from his eyes and fur like fog. A tuft of fur off the tip of his tail, dark ears that flatten when he asks for his head to be pet, a tiny pink mouth with a mrowl that echoes. 14 years old, moving so gently his footsteps don’t seem to make sounds.
This cat is stressed. We did all the wrong things bringing him home; immediately introducing him to a dog, moving his litter box four times, feeding him brand new treats, and dropping him in the house without a safe space to call his own. Half of our roommates didn’t even know he was coming, until three days before!  Having rehomed a friendly cat Leo in August (a story for another time), I had read some of the tips, so I sit with Woolie as he spun around me and became more familiar with my scent. Then, I let him call my room, his.
Over the next few days, he does not eat; just sleeps in the sunshine on my lofted bed, and asks me to pet him mid-night. He ventures around the kitchen and living rooms, occupying all chairs at one point or another, encouraged to explore. He loves music, looking especially relaxed listening to Bruno Major and Haley Heynderickx. The Book of Love by Magnetic Zeros made him set his head down in the sweetest way.
The other roommates notice his stomach contracting and pulsating in a concerning way chalked up to stress. By Tuesday, I decide to call the vet. Adam, who has had this cat its whole life, offers to pay for the vet visit.
Wednesday, we think he is doing better. He has not eaten. He is a great addition to the house, helping us avoid our existent tensions by talking about how cute he is. He is inquisitive, but never adventurous.
Thursday, we wake up early to drive him. I hope to avoid the visit when he eats some wet food for the first time, but Adam encourages us to go anyway. We put on Bruno Major in the car while driving past my old apartment. The receptionist tells us he is due for many types of tests, so we go down the street to a familiar cafe. I take one bite of my burger before getting the phone call: “Yes, the stressful breathing is compensation for not getting enough air to the lungs, so we’ve taken an x-ray. This cat has cancer.”
I call Adam, cognizant I’ve never heard his voice before. After phone tag with the clinic, he tells us he can’t be there when they put him down, because his sister is having a baby today! He asks us to have the remains sent to his house. 
So, Vic and I go back into the office, and they allow us to stand in a tiny room, double-masked, to pet him and see him off. We cry, a lot, but when they ask us if we want to be witness to his passing, we both say yes. 
I am reminded in this moment of a Ram Dass quote: “To learn how to die is to learn how to live, and the way you do that is by living each moment by being here now. The moment when the soul leaves the body is palpable and deeply profound. To share consciousness with a person who is dying is one of the most exquisite manifestations of service.” He was referring to humans when he said this, but in the moment when Woolie looks out the window at the pink spring blossoms, I am shaken by the feeling to mourn, and to celebrate. I say a silent prayer for God to bring this soul back into Adam’s life, and for his passing to be peaceful. We say goodbye to the body.
We sit by the Willamette river, Vic & I, and I have a Regina Spektor song in my head, “Laughing with God”. Throwing stones in the river, we talk about how to break the news to our roommates: in that moment our phones buzz, and Gabby has already screenshotted Adam’s mourning instagram post to the groupchat. 
Home is dark and quiet tonight, with grief lingering in empty hallways like a stench. 
So why do I think this story is funny? Come on, it’s a little funny. To meet a kitty, get him accustomed to our house, build a relationship, then see him through the end of his life in five days? To do everything wrong situationally, then for life to win out and take its natural, God-given course anyway? He was a sick cat when we got him, and there was no way to know. 
Spending the last few days of Woolie’s life with him was such a gift. I can’t help but think we were collateral damage in God acting in Adam’s life, although I can’t begin to guess at God’s plan. Bringing comfort to this animal with all the attention he asked for! Being finally attentive to his compounding health issues! Being present for his cat’s death, as Adam is called to celebrate the birth of his sister’s child! 
When I first encountered this particular Ram Dass text, I was able to sit with it; I was on a road trip, and over the course of ten days I read these many speeches. I learned to be patient with elders and my self, and that only the body dies and becomes cadaver. 
Returning today, I am reminded today that matter can neither be created, nor destroyed; but everything dies. We are witnessing the suffering of our entire world, but there is a chance for a peaceful death, and somehow I feel comforted, even consoled, by that. 
Death is treated as something morbid, something to be avoided, but we must be aware of it if we are to live. We should be grateful of the moment we go to sleep even as we are afraid of the next morning. I am smiling as I write this. I was of service to an animal that brought love and light into my life for a few meaningful days.
Of course I am smiling with tears cascading down my face. I will acknowledge here that I am not sharing my feelings I believe could bring harm to someone reading this story. My intention is to heal with words, both myself and my reader. Healing is non-linear, but in this moment of being ALIVE, we can choose to release our anger, our grief, little by little, like air from a pocket.
Be Here Now! Use the time you have to LAUGH and RELEASE! to experience the depth of emotion in the moments every human knows. 
 Being aware of our heartbeats is the greatest gift we can give to ourselves. A moment of recognition that we are on this Earth; You Are Here! Be Here Now!
And isn’t it funny, that after all this, we’re still fucking here? and if we’re lucky, we’ll be here tomorrow? And the next day? and the next day... if we’re lucky.
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reginaofdoctorwho · 4 years
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tag game: tag ten followers you want to get to know better.
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✰ name: we'll just go with Murky, which is a nickname, since my actual name isn't common and I've already had one person from my school find me
✰ sexuality: bi
✰ gender: female
✰ hogwarts house: hufflepuff bitches!
✰ time: 3:43 pm when I started, 3:16 am now
✰ cats or dogs: cats. I got a new kitten a little while ago, her name is Agnes and she's SO fucking cute!
✰ favorite animal: tbh I think snakes are fucking awesome. And any animal that appeared in the redwall series. Also cats know exactly how to comfort, so hell yeah.
✰ dream job: a writer, singer, actress, or be able to support myself making videos
✰ when I made this blog: apparently April of 2017. It seemed like much earlier. I made it because I was bored and I had seen all those old Tumblr screenshots.
✰ reason for my url: okay, I was really into writing when I was younger and wanted some other meaning for some of the names. Apparently Regina means queen in Latin. I was also into doctor who, so, queen of doctor who, or reginaofdoctorwho.
tagging: @keyworld1101, @thesquimble, @gabi-with-ravioli, @myusernameisstolen, @friendlyneighborhoodmarauder, @sukaiei, and anyone else who wants to!
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stoopsbookstore · 4 years
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The Fan (Chapter 5)
Warnings - Nothing
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"Alright, this is my nephew, Hongjoong and my sister, Haeun."
Jieun introduced the shy boy, waving at the girls who were disinterested. The guards were moving the girls' belongings in the house, Hongjoong's mom pointing to the guest rooms they were staying in.
"Unfortunately, there is only 2 guest rooms, so one of you girls can choose," Jieun paused, the girls looking at each other, "sleep in the living room or Hongie was nice enough to sleep on a fold-up bed and offer his bed. You can tal-"
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
Sanghee, Chinsun and Yunhee chose paper with Y/N and Aya choosing rock.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
A tie.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!
"Sorry, Y/N," Aya won with rock, Y/N scrunching her face together, Hongjoong pointing to her suitcase.
"I can take that if you'd like."
Y/N stayed mute, almost purposely hitting Hongjoong's shoulder as she walked into the house. Jieun patted his nephew on his shoulder, the boy looking somewhat defeated.
"They've been through a lot in such a small amount of time, just try to make them feel welcomed, okay?"
"Okay."
Hongjoong walked in the house, shutting the door and seeing his mom talk to the girls. Aya was half asleep, Chinsun was on her phone, Sanghee and Yunhee were the only two looking like they were paying attention, Y/N had been staring at the floor, playing with a loose thread of the couch.
"We have food, but if you don't find anything you'd like, Hongjoong will run to the stor-"
"Do you have any gummies?" Yunhee asked the woman, her eyes like a lost puppy dog's.
"No, but like I said, Hongjoong can run to the store, is there anything else you girls would like? How about you girls write it down?"
The girls took the piece of paper from Haeun, writing down their favorite treats and snacks. Hongjoong sat on the coffee table, laughing and making small talk with the girls, his eyes fluttering to check on Y/N every few sentences.
"Are you okay, Y/N?"
Y/N gave a thumbs up to Hongjoong, his face sympathetic to the quiet girl. Hongjoong took the list from a sleepy Aya, looking over the list.
"For idols, you guys sure eat a lot of junk."
"Well, when you dance more than 15 hours a day, you get to eat crap," Aya shakily stood up, Chinsun helping her as they went to their room.
"Hey Y/N, do you need anything?" Yunhee and Sanghee went to the backyard, leaving Hongjoong and Y/N alone.
"I'm fine, not really hungry."
Hongjoong moves from the table to the spot next to Y/N, "are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to come along? I mean with the hair color change, I don't think anyone would notice you."
Hongjoong made a good point, they had new haircolor and hair styles, no one would recognize them and Y/N would get a chance to walk around for a little bit.
"Sure, why not?"
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Y/N and Hongjoong arrived at the convenience store, just a short 5 minute walk from the house. Grabbing a basket, Hongjoong started looking for the list of the girls' request and Y/N pulling down her mask.
"What are SeoNaJung gummies?"
"That would be Yunhee's favorite gummies, she eats at least 3 bags a day," Y/N scanned the candy isle, "I'm looking for those right now. She prefers the green tea or rose flavored."
Y/N grabbed the candy the pair was just talking about, throwing it in the basket, "but she can deal with lavender and cream."
"This is the most talkative I've seen you since you guys got to the house," Hongjoong pointed out as they continued shopping, typing something on his phone and grabbing the veggie sticks for Sanghee.
"I mean, if you had a potential stalker who may be one of your group member's fansite sending you flowers with razor blades in them or trying to temper with the stage," Y/N put some of her favorite sparkling berry waters in the basket, "you'd be quiet too."
"I didn't think about it like that. I know that guy in the photo that Milton creep put up," Hongjoong confessed, "He's my friend, Yunho. I can promise you it wasn't him."
"How do you know?" Y/N fixed her mask and put the full basket on top of the counter, the cashier ringing out the items.
"Because our third friend was taking a shit and we were being told off by a security guard. I promise he was just taking photos of the backstage door because 'erhmagawd it's Blooooom.'"
Hongjoong swiped the card before Y/N grabbed two of the bags. Hongjoong took the other three and the receipt, following Y/N back to his house.
"What? You don't like us?" Y/N teased.
"I'm more of a rock type of guy. If you could introduce me to Day6 or Dreamcatcher, then I'd fanboy."
Y/N faked a gasp, the bags rustling as she put her hand to her heart, "I'm not sure if I should be offended or become your best friend because honestly, same, Siyeon is beautiful."
Hongjoong and Y/N laughed at the other, the sky fading into night as the streetlights turned on.
"We should probably get going. Can't be out too late with an idol."
Getting back to the house, the duo unpacked the bags, all of the girls meeting in the kitchen to grab theit treats.
"Lave-"
"It was Lavender and Cream or Orange Creamsicle," Y/N put her hand up, Yunhee opening the package, pouting her lips at the flavor choice.
Haeun entered the room, taking the card back from Hongjoong and taking one of the mini sushi trays, "Y/N, I have sheets and blankets for you whenever you're ready to go to bed."
"Oh, okay, thank you Ms. Haeun," Y/N went to the bedroom, opening the door to a normal bedroom.
Hongjoong's bed had been cleared off, his bedding moved to one of those fold-out beds one would see at a hotel. Y/N took one of the blankets unfolding it, feeling the warmth from it, letting a sigh out as she wrapped herself in it.
"Having fun? Should I leave?"
Y/N turned around to see Hongjoong, one eyebrow raised as he let out a stifled chuckle at Y/N plopping on the bed, looking like an angry kitten wrapped up in a towel.
"Do you nees to change or anything?" Hongjoong offered to step outside the room to give Y/N some privacy.
"I can just change in the bathroom," Y/N unwrapped herself, grabbing one of her bags of clothes, "but thank you, Hongjoong."
"Anytime. Seeing as we're roommates for the time being, I wanted to make you feel as comfortable as possible."
While Y/N left the room to change, Hongjoong pulled out his phone, a text from Yeosang with a screenshot of a tweet from Milton, along with a photo from his Instagram.
Oh, sweet Y/N. I don't know who this fella is, but I already can tell he's trouble.
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robbiessutcliffe · 5 years
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There For You // Noah X M!MC
A/N : I've been replaying It Lives In The Woods, and I just played the third chapter last night… It got to the part where Noah was talking about his family, and it gave me this idea! Also, the scene at the beginning doesn't have the exact conversation that Noah and the MC actually have, because I didn't think to take screenshots, so… A lot of it is different, but I put most elements of it in there.
Also, this is my first Choices fic ever, so… It's probably not all that great! I will happily take any constructive criticism you have that will help me improve in my writing skills.
Pairing : Noah x M!MC (Alexei)
Summary : Things have been getting harder for Noah at home with everything going on… So who better to go to than his most trusted friend, Alexei?
Word Count : 2,913
Warnings : There is some profanity (not too much), and some talk of emotional/verbal abuse and such. It doesn't focus on these topics too much, but still a fair warning!
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Alexei walked through Gunther’s hardware store, glancing around the shelves for anything that could help them on this ‘mission’ into the woods. Ava, Andy, and Noah were all somewhere else in the store as well, getting ready for their trek. None of them knew what was going to face them, which had to be the most nerve wracking part of this.
A soft sigh slipped past his lips, when he noticed Noah standing in one of the aisles. The other male looked distracted by his thoughts, his chocolate eyes glazed over as he looked over the contents of the shelves. Alexei couldn't blame him though. With everything suddenly going on, it made plenty of sense to be lost in thought.
He stepped down the aisle and stood next to his old friend, though the slightly taller teen didn't seem to notice him. So, Alexei nudged his side softly, looking at him, “Hey, it'll be okay. We'll find Dan, and everything should go back to normal.”
Finally, Noah looked up, frowning a little bit as he looked at his friend, “Normal as in… Before all of this started happening again?” He asked, voice soft, as if he was hesitant to ask the question.
Alexei tilted his head, not seeming to understand the meaning behind the question, “Well, yeah. There isn't really any other normal anymore…” He said with a soft shrug. When Noah didn't reply, he finally seemed to understand, “Maybe not normal. It won't all be magically solved. But even if it is, it still won't be normal. Because this time, we'll stay together.” He promised.
Noah looked over Alexei, as if searching for any trace that those words were simply meant to make him feel better. After a few moments, he looked away again. “You know, after… everything happened when we were younger, it didn't feel like I just lost Jane, but everyone. I lost our entire group, and my mom blames me for what happened to Jane, and for Dad leaving…”
“Oh, Noah…” Alexei frowned, running his hand through his spiked up blonde hair as he shook his head, “I'm sure she doesn't actually blame you for anything.”
“No, she does. She's told me, to my face, a countless number of times,” He admitted, a rueful and strained smile spreading over his lips, “She hates me. She's said that, too.” He said in a grim tone. He didn't actually seem bothered by those words as they left his mouth. And perhaps that's because he wasn't. After all, he had already become accustomed to the thought of being completely alone and hated.
The frown on Alexei’s lips deepened upon hearing this. He didn't know what to say. He felt guilty for these feelings that plagued Noah, because he knew he should have reached out to him. He should have tried to help him. But he let his own guilt over his Jane's death keep him away from his old friend, “I'm… I'm so sorry, Noah. I had no idea. But you know that I'll always be there for you, right? If you ever need anything, and I mean literally anything, you can come to me. Because you never lost me. I can promise you that.”
Hearing those words come from his friend really did make Noah feel better. But he didn't know how to respond, and how to get that across in words. He didn't know how to say that even though they had only really started talking again the day before, and even with everything else going on, Alexei made things feel… lighter. Like he could actually let go of his worries, and try to be happy. How could one say that? Especially when he didn't know what his friend's response to such a thing would be.
So, he ended up putting up the sarcastic wall that he always seemed to have up, and gave Alexei a soft, slightly forced, smirk as he said, “That was corny as hell, you know that, right?”
The other male let out a little laugh, rolling his eyes as he shoved Noah a little bit, “Seriously, Noah, I was just trying to have a moment with you!”
Just as Noah was about to respond, a light pink blush spreading over his cheeks, the pair heard Ava call from where she was, across the store, “Hey, Alexei!” She called out. With one last smile towards Noah, Alexei headed over to the goth girl, leaving Noah alone with his thoughts again.
- - - (the night before Britney's party)
A few days had passed since that night in the hardware store, and things had only gotten worse for the entire group. But, then again, it was nice to be with the entire group again, Alexei thought. Unlike most of the others, excluding Noah and Ava, of course, Alexei hadn't really made any other friends, so once again being with the others, who were practically family to him after everything they had gone through together, was a relief, no matter what was going on.
But tonight was one of the nights that they could all at least kind of relax. And that's exactly what Alexei was planning on doing. Already, he had sacrificed most of his free day to scour through the documents that he and the others had retrieved to look for any sort of clue as to what was going on, but he had found almost nothing. Not to mention, standing on his feet in the shed all day didn't help all that much.
Now it was almost midnight, and Alexei was ready to let himself fall asleep. In fact, he was just about to go to sleep. Hilda was out in the shed, where he usually let her sleep, with Kurtis, the baby crow that he had rescued, as well. After going out and saying a quick goodnight to both of them (and giving them both some extra food), he headed back inside, with Church the kitten on his shoulder.
After making sure all of the lights were off in the house, and all of the doors and windows were closed and locked, he started heading up to his room. He was just starting to get under his blankets when he heard sudden barking coming from outside. Eyes widening in alarm, he quickly kicked back his blankets, leaving Church on the bed, before running downstairs. Out of instinct, he grabbed the first thing he could think of to guard himself from whatever intruder there was. Unfortunately, his baseball bat was out in the shed, so… He was instead stuck with a broom.
Underneath the barking and growling, he could hear something. Or maybe… someone? “Hey, dog, calm down— I'm just here to see Alexei—” A voice scolded, trying his hardest to calm the black and white guard dog down. Even from inside, Alexei could recognize that voice.
Sighing, he propped the broom up against the wall and walked to the door, swinging it open without hesitation. Hilda was backed up close to the door, her ears flattened back as she watched the tall and lanky silhouette trying to approach.
“Hey, Hildy, it's okay. He's a friend,” Alexei assured quickly as he exited the house, scratching the dog behind her ears gently to calm her down. He then looked up at Noah, a little frown playing at his lips. “Noah, what the hell? You do know what time it is, right?” He questioned, unable to keep the slight annoyance out of his tone.
Noah looked down at the porch with a little frown, pulling his backpack a little higher up on his back by the left strap, “Uh, yeah… I know, it's… really late. But…” He bit his lip softly, hesitating for a moment before he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, “It's just… Is your offer still on the table? You know, for if I ever needed anything?”
It took a moment before Alexei registered what must have been going on. It was Friday, so Noah really didn't need his backpack, unless he was running away from home or something of the sort. Not to mention, why else would he show up in the middle of the night?
As soon as he realized, his features softened, and he immediately regretted his original annoyed tone. “Of course, Noah. I said that I'd always be here, and I meant it.” He said. Without another word, he opened the door all the way for Noah to come in. Quickly, he told Hilda to go back to her bed in the shed, before turning back to look at Noah.
“You… don't have to answer, but, if you're comfortable telling me… What happened?” He questioned after closing the front door.
For a moment, Noah hesitated, which was obviously understandably. But, in the end, he seemed to decide that it'd be best to simply tell him. “Ah… Well, mom got drunk, and… She just said the usual things, and then some. She's not all that happy that I'm hanging out with you guys again, because you were around when everything happened, so she must have convinced herself that you were part of it too.” He shrugged, before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he continued, eyes downcast, “And, well… I couldn't really handle it anymore. I thought I was used to it, but, with everything going on…” He trailed off, his voice breaking slightly.
He could handle his mother telling him that it was all his fault, because he was used to that. But when she started to put that blame and hatred onto his friends, he simply couldn't take that.
Alexei listened silently and patiently, not saying a word even through the slight pauses. Even when he was sure that Noah was finished, he didn't know what to say. So, he said nothing. Instead, he pulled the other male into a tight and comforting hug. It only lasted for a second, not even long enough for Noah to react, before Alexei quickly pulled back. Luckily for him, they were still in a rather dark room, so the light redness that started to dust across his cheeks wasn't too visible.
“Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. My parents are out on a business trip for a month, or probably more… They'd probably be alright with you staying even longer after that, if you need to,” Alexei said softly, inspecting Noah. He took special notes of how slouched Noah seemed to be compared to usual, and how there were obvious dark circles under his eyes the closer he looked. Part of him felt ashamed for not noticing these things over the course of the past few days.
“Oh, no— I won't be here that long, I just need some time away from home,” Noah said quickly. He could practically feel Alexei's worried gaze slipping over him, but he pretended not to notice.
After a few short moments, filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, Alexei cleared his throat and nodded towards the stairs, “Come on, it's late, and we're going to need some sleep for tomorrow.” He said, starting to walk up to the second level, until he glanced at Noah, “Uhm, do you want me to set the guest room up? Or you could sleep in my room for the night,” He offered, before continuing, “I'll make a pallet thing on the floor to sleep on, so you can take the bed.”
When Noah didn't respond, he assumed that that meant something like yes. So he went quiet again, going to his room and flicking on the lights. The fairy lights criss-crossing the ceiling flickered on, glowing with a soft white light. A soft mew came from the black bundle curled up on Alexei's pillow.
Quickly, Alexei started to gather things to make a makeshift bed for himself on the ground, while Noah quickly went into the adjoined bathroom and changed into the pajamas that he had brought. As he walked out, Alexei was busying himself with trying to get one of the blankets perfectly straight on the floor, looking up when Noah came out.
A small smile curved up one corner of his lips. “Am I ever going to see you without that beanie?” He asked teasingly, clearly amused by the fact that Noah seemed to be planning on sleeping in it. Yet the only response he got was a soft chuckle and stuck out tongue.
Even with Alexei's joking, Noah was still a little on edge. He glanced around the room, recalling the last time that he was up here. Or at this house at all, really. It felt strange, but also right, in some weird way. But even with Alexei's friendliness, there was one thing that still bothered him.
“I can't make you sleep on the ground,” He finally commented as he watched Alexei.
At those words, the other boy looked up, raising his eyebrows slightly before shaking his head, “No, Noah, it's fine. You take the bed.” He said in a determined tone.
Despite that reassurance, Noah was still not too happy with that response. He sighed softly, looking down at his hands. For a long moment, he seemed to have an internal debate with himself, before looking back up at Alexei, “God, you're actually going to make me say it—” He muttered, in a feeble attempt to try making his request seem less awkward than he thought that it was. It took him a second to breath in, before he said quickly and softly, “I… don't want to sleep alone.”
This time, Alexei understood the underlying request. Which was lucky for both of them, really, otherwise it could have gone on for a while longer, only getting more awkward. “Oh,” was the only response he was able to muster at first, trying to fight back the blush that threatened to appear on his face.
Noah, thinking that he had made a mistake, quickly spoke up again, “You don't have to, of course. Even if you did, I didn't really mean, like, right next to each other… Or, I mean, I can sleep on the ground instead if you aren't okay with it at all—” He was about to continue on with his rambling, when Alexei interrupted him.
“No, dumbass, I didn't say no. I'm perfectly okay with it,” He said with a soft smile, straightening up, “We used to sleep together as kids, remember? Because your parents didn't want a boy sleeping in the same bed as Jane?” He said with a soft smile upon thinking of the memories. He spent many nights at the Marshall household, to spend time with the twins.
Noah chuckled softly at the memory, nodding a little bit, “Yeah… They were kind of over protective of her, even though we were just eight or nine.” He murmured, willing his voice not to crack or break. And yet, it did.
Alexei heard the crack in Noah's voice, though he said nothing. He quietly scooped up the blankets, putting aside the extra ones he had grabbed, before nodding to the bed with a soft smile, “Are you gonna lay down, or are you planning on sleeping sitting up?” He joked as he started to lay down. The response he got was a soft chuckle, but Noah did lay down next to him, seeming to deliberately put at least a few inches between them. Together, they looked up at the fairy lights strewn across the ceiling, comfortable in the silence.
“Hey, Alexei…” Noah murmured after a few moments had passed, turning his head to look at the other male. He didn't wait for a response before continuing, “I just wanted to thank you… For everything. For tonight, and the past few days, and when we were younger. You've always been there for me…” He mumbled, glancing away for just a second as his eyes met with Alexei's cinnamon brown eyes.
A soft smile spread across Alexei's lips, and he shook his head softly, “You have no reason to thank me. I'm just doing what any friend would do.” He said, as Noah rolled his eyes. That was one thing that Noah did not like about Alexei. He always deflected any thanks that he got. Though, when he heard the word ‘friend,’ that slight annoyance turned to disappointment.
There was a moment of silence, before Noah seemed to make up his mind. He had already spoken his mind once tonight, he could do it again, he decided. “Just… friends? I mean, obviously, I'm fine with that, but, I don't know—”
He was cut off when Alexei shook his head, nudging him with his shoulder as he yawned, “No, Noah, not just friends. I had hoped that would be painfully obvious.” He said, clicking off the fairy lights. “Now, we need sleep. At least, I do. You interrupted me earlier, after all.” He murmured, turning on his side.
Noah was a little surprised by this. He hadn't exactly gotten the most forward answer ever, but… He thought that seemed to be a good answer? But, after a moment, he decided not to dwell on it. Instead, he turned on his side, getting ready to fall asleep. When an arm wrapped around his waist, and pulled him closer, he had no complaints.
For now, he'd just settle for this.. Just one person, who he knew would always be there for him. That's all he needed to set his mind at ease as he fell into a peaceful sleep.
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