#and i’m not sleepy at all because it’s only 10pm so i’m just stuck here not wanting to do anything

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[3wisellamas]

More Boxbot / Voxman Family Headcanons, Jumbo Bonus Edition!

Because I'm still here, dangit!

-Shannon's holographic "phone" is an actual thing that people in the OK KO universe have, but usually it comes built into a watch rather than their wrist. It's a super-expensive model, that she likes to show off to her siblings who are still stuck with regular smartphones.

-Since Ernesto is hollow, he likes to hide things from his siblings inside himself, and forgets about them. It's not an uncommon occurrence for him to split apart during a plaza fight only for confiscated magazines to spill out, or for the Bodegamen to explode him and have snacks fall out like a robot piñata.

-It's also the best hiding place for his diary. Which the Bodegamen always return to him at Boxmore, after reading it cover to cover (and even writing feedback in the margins) of course.

-ALL of the robots have issues sometimes with thinking out loud, and even blurting out embarrassing things or straight-up Boxmore corporate secrets -- the bigger the hivemind, the more likely this is to happen, with Darrell and Ernesto being the worst offenders. With hundreds of mouths to keep shut, sometimes they just miss one.

-Things the Boxbots are forbidden from eating/drinking, since they can melt, get stuck in their inner workings, or otherwise cause serious malfunctions: Marshmallows, chocolate, peanut butter, all varieties of cheese, WD-40, lit matches, dish soap, gummy worms, live worms (Raymond found this one out the hard way on a dare), live birds (ditto for Mikayla), glue, wet cement, broken glass, water.

-Things the Boxbots will eat/drink anyway, and just reboot themselves right after: All of the above.

-The main exception to this is the peanut butter -- Professor Venomous is allergic to peanuts, just like his son, and Boxman threw out everything in the factory containing them the day he moved in. The bots all miss their peanut butter and (petroleum) jelly sandwiches, but not enough to potentially hurt their stepdaddy!

-(They do still keep one last jar of the stuff hidden in their playroom, however, just in case. And so does Boxman, in his office.)

-Also, Mikayla doesn't care what it does to her, she LOVES chocolate -- it's her catnip.

-Mr Logic likes hip hop, and will actually get up on stage and freestyle sometimes when he and Gar go to open mic nights together. He's surprisingly good at it!

-Since he's just as embarrassed about his human feet as Shannon, if not more so, Darrell's got an extensive collection of cute patterned socks to cover them up, and wears a different pair underneath his boots every day that NO ONE is allowed to see but him. His favorite pair have tiny horses on them.

-The robots all wake up at 6AM, on the dot. They have to, in fact, since it's programmed into them -- they're physically incapable of sleeping in, though they can take short naps in the afternoon. They're also programmed to start feeling sleepy at 10PM, though their bedtime is a couple of hours earlier, and they are able to stay up if needed (for instance, if Boxman decides to do a late-night plaza attack...)

-And that line about having to "recharge every night" was accurate -- glorbs naturally replenish their spent energy when not in use, so the robots need to get a full nights' sleep every night or their glorbs could eventually burn out on them!

-Boxman also gets up at 6, or around there, because he MUST crow at the sunrise, every morning. Raymond sometimes joins him.

-Darrell gets migraines, a side effect of having to convert and process all of his electronic thoughts on an organic brain. There's an entire protocol to swap him out for Shannons and Raymonds on the factory floor so he can shut down his hivemind and rest -- however, it can be tough to get him to admit he's in pain and to stop trying to work through it. (He hates the idea of his family having to go through so much trouble for him...)

-When PV found out, as a fellow migraine sufferer, he and Darrell actually bonded over it, and he got a little less resistant to taking "sick days" with his stepdaddy's encouragement.

-After he was upgraded to a robo-adult, Ernesto started refusing to celebrate his birthday, so that the other three quadruplets could have it all to themselves. However, they'll always throw him a small surprise party of his own a week later.

-For their dad's birthday one year, the bots got him a pet goldfish, since he used to be so into aquatic creatures. Boxman ADORED that fish, even if he claimed otherwise, and gave it the prettiest tank decor and fanciest fishy flakes he could. However, sadly, it didn't last long, with the robots doing the cleaning and water changes for him -- fish and rust don't mix. ;-;

-Though it's INCREDIBLY humiliating for them, you can in fact plug all six of the bots into a wall outlet if there aren't any glorbs available for them to run off of. Except for Mikayla, their AC adaptors are sold separately.

-Fink keeps trying to flush cherry bombs down the Boxmore toilets, Bart Simpson-style. It helps that she can just escape down them into the pipes if she gets caught (though, she's also blown herself up this way once or twice...)

-Leggy Jethro did eventually trust all his siblings enough to let them know he was still around, and they helped hide him from Boxman, reattached his limbs, invited him to their dance parties (the one in The KO Trap was him), and even got him out of there when things started getting bad with Shadowy -- though, since all they did was shove him into a waste pipe during one of their stepdaddy's and stepbrother's rampages, they never were sure if he made it or not until he showed up with Boxman at the Plaza Tournament.

-Post-reset, he's allowed to openly be himself as a member of the family! No labor uprisings or union talk at the dinner table, though.

-This was originally posted by someone else, but I love it so I'm stealing it: "Deathro" from Thank You For Watching the Show is actually just Jethro's edgy robo-teen phase. It lasted only a week before everyone else got sick of it, just like Ernesto's.

-The Boxman family is Corn-tholic (Corn Catholic), though Boxman himself doesn't really practice it too seriously. In fact, he didn't practice at all until the kids came along, and he started going to Corn Church again for them.

-He dragged PV along with the rest of the family one week, but the whole "corn-fessing your sins" aspect didn't go too well for our favorite professor, who already has problems facing and dealing with his checkered past...

-The robots are EXTREMELY multilingual, since they can just switch their language settings. However, Shannon and Raymond did try to legitimately learn French together once, though they eventually gave up. The only thing they can really say is "omelette du fromage."

-Sadly, this does not include sign language for the four original bots, though Raymond and Mikayla were updated to include it, and they'll sign to each other to in order to speak privately or hide things from / trash-talk their older siblings.

-Lord Boxman has no idea where Darrell got the Daddy belt, and it haunts him, as does whether his innocent baby boy knows the full meaning behind it. Darrell actually pulled it out of Boxman's old college stuff -- there may or may not have been a LOT of alcohol consumed the night he procured that belt, and he'd long since forgotten it.

-And Darrell does know exactly what it means. The fact that everyone, especially his dad, expects Darrell to act an innocent baby boy forever due to his personality, and expresses shock whenever he displays knowledge or behavior more appropriate to the teenager/young adult he is, really annoys him sometimes. Not that he'll voice his complaints, especially not to his father, but he does rebel in small ways, like his graffiti habit, and brute-forcing his way past the parental block on the TV to watch the PG-13 movie channels. (He absolutely can say fuck, and in fact has done so in private, he just chooses not to.)

-After he and Boxman reconnected, Mr Logic did eventually start visiting his family at Boxmore again, though only on rare/special occasions. And after a LOT of time and consideration, he agreed to let Boxman perform a few upgrades, and bring his construction more in line with the newer robots.

-Logic refuses to have a hivemind set up, though, or any copies of himself made, not even just as a safety precaution in case he's ever damaged or destroyed.

-Boxman made a copy of Logic anyway, and a backup of his memory during one upgrade, and just never told him about it. It's set to activate if something ever does happen to the original Mr Logic, even long after Boxman retires.

-Shannon LOVES roller blading, but is banned from every skating rink in the Neutral Zone, since she keeps trying to use her saws instead of actual skates.

-There's a villain-oriented equivalent to Sidekick Scouts, for minions-in-training, that PV took Fink to a few times, before she decided her own style of minion-ing was superior.

-She first learned how to blackmail people from their annual cookie drives, and even got a badge for it!

-In addition to robots, Boxman is a HUGE car guy, and can give you engine specs on any make/model from memory, as well as ways to tweak them for maximum horsepower. He originally went to Evil Engineering College for automotive stuff, but switched to robotics instead.

-He's actually trying to pass on his mechanic skills to Darrell, who he trusts to do all his own car's upkeep as well as that of the Boxmore trucks, and Raymond, who...can barely change a tire. (He tries, he really does, but it's just not going well in his case)

-Raymond actually does have his motorcycle from that one mobile game, and enjoys riding around the Danger Zone! However, since he stinks at maintaining it, it's almost always breaking down, and he keeps having to go to either his dad or Darrell to fix it.

-He passes it down to Robbie later on, who thankfully DID get the Mechanic Skills. ;v;

-Ernesto once tried to teach PV how to make a spreadsheet in Excel. He somehow managed to crash the entire factory computer system, including poor Ernesto's hivemind server, while trying to add two cells together.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Dangerous Night Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 危夜之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Do note that this date features S2 Gavin, but doesn’t contain S2 spoilers.

Timeline: The STF Filming Plan -> Dangerous Night Date -> Saving the Young Troublemaker Project

[ This date was released in CN on 28 Sep 2020 ]

Female Anchorwoman: Next, our focus is on breaking news.

On the television, the two words “Breaking News” are displayed on Loveland Night News. The female anchorwoman looks into the camera and starts presenting the news. 

Female Anchorwoman: Around 10pm today, a building in the suburbs of Loveland City collapsed for reasons still unknown. According to sources provided by eye-witnesses, the building was part of a certain estate development project, and has not been put to use. Typically, no one goes in or out. But this does not eliminate the possibility of people being trapped within. The municipal administration has expressed that this incident could have been caused by Evol. The STF has been engaged to carry out a rescue mission. Loveland Night News once again calls citizens...

Squadmate: Captain Gavin, we’ve contacted the base. The search and rescue dogs will be here soon.

Gavin sits on a chair, his legs crossed as he pulls the strings on his leather boots tightly.

Gavin: Got it. We’ll set out once the search and rescue dogs are here. 

Squadmate: Yes.

Gavin stands up, adjusts his equipment to a comfortable level, then picks up his phone on the table. 

The phone displays the time: 22:59. It’d take an hour to reach the collapsed building. 

Gavin taps on a message he received three days ago. The sender is MC.

Message from MC: Gavin, when I was out for location scouting, I discovered a slightly strange building in the suburbs of the city. There seems to be special Evol fluctuations inside. 

Message from MC: Does the STF want to make some time to investigate?

Message from MC: Just to be clear - I’m really not joking this time. 

His response was: I’ll take a look next week.

There’s a cute emoticon in the white message bubble opposite. 

And the conversation ended there.

The response section still retains the draft he didn’t send at the time: Don’t go there alone.

By the time images of the collapsed building appeared in the news, the surrounding area had already been cordoned off.

Gavin makes a call... “du”, “du”, “du”, again and again.

When the female automated voice resounds, Gavin hangs up.

---”the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

-

It’s dark.

I open my eyes, attempting to stand up in the dark. 

MC: ...I’m not dead. 

I rub the dull ache at the back of my head, panting while my heart flutters with fear. 

The collapse of the building happened so suddenly. I instinctively ran to a corner to hide. From the looks of it, that decision saved my life. 

I reach out to feel around my surroundings--

There’s a wall in front of me. It’s slanted, so it must have fallen. It just so happened to shield me from broken stones that fell.

But precisely because of this, I’m stuck in a narrow space and can’t really stand up.

MC: Cough, cough cough...

My mouth is filled with the taste of dust, and I don't know how long I've lost consciousness. 

The building was swaying very violently when it collapsed. I couldn’t stand steadily at all, and my entire body collided with a wall. 

I return to my senses, using both hands to feel the ground.

My phone... I remember gripping my phone the entire time.

No one knows that I'm here. This unfinished building has been left empty for several years, so no one might come to my rescue. 

I need to hurry and find a way to call for help.

Air is still flowing here, so there’s no danger of oxygen deprivation. But I can only survive for 3 to 4 days without a water source. 

Before the building collapsed, I was in the basement level. Logically speaking, it’s near the surface, but I can’t tell if the upper floors are crushing on it...

The wall above me doesn’t seem to be able to hold much more weight. If it gets weighed down slightly, there’s a risk of a collapse.

I frantically feel around the mess on the ground - it’s all pieces of rock, broken steel bars, glass shards...

Suddenly, I see a single, cold ray of light--

The phone touchpad recognises my fingerprint, lighting up the screen. I hurriedly pick up the phone, and on it displays: “2 Missed Calls”.

MC: Gavin. 

Upon seeing this name, the tautness in my heart suddenly relaxes. 

I immediately give him a call. The “du”, “du” of the dial tone resounds in the empty and quiet darkness, amplified infinitely. 

Countless thoughts fly across my mind--

Maybe Gavin is resting. Maybe he’s on an important mission. Maybe he isn’t in Loveland City now...

“du”, “du”, “du”...

When the fifth beep sounds, I’ve already set down the phone, preparing to hang up.

Gavin: Where are you?

MC: Gavin!

I suddenly hear Gavin’s voice. I stare at the screen and am stunned for a moment.

And react immediately!

MC: Gavin! The unfinished building in the suburbs I told you about just collapsed. I’m trapped in it, in the basement--

Gavin: Got it.

His voice is overly calm, which I find odd.

MC: You already know about the collapsed building? 

Gavin’s calm voice drifts from the phone, mixed with the clamour of his surroundings. 

Gavin: I’m in charge of tonight’s search and rescue mission.

MC: ...

MC: ...haha! That’s great.

Gavin: What’s wrong?

MC: Nothing much, I just feel the happiness of a disaster survivor.

Gavin: I haven’t even rescued you out yet. 

MC: With you around, there won’t be a problem. 

Gavin breathes composedly, as though not knowing what to say.

Gavin: If you were afraid of death, you shouldn’t have gone running around in the middle of the night. 

Gavin: ...I can’t leave out a single reminder.

Gavin raises his volume. 

Gavin: Where were you before the collapse? 

MC: The carpark in the underground basement.

Gavin: I’m looking for you now. Take care of your own safety.

MC: Hold on. Gavin, there’s no hurry to look for me. I was only here for a short while and there won’t be any danger. But I saw some vagabonds staying here at night. There are definitely other people in this building. Save them first!

Gavin is silent for a few seconds.

Gavin: The STF will not decide who it will save first or later. I’ll save everyone.

-

I don’t want to wait here alone, so I don’t hang up even after a long time. 

Neither does Gavin.

Sometimes, the sound of Gavin and other members of the STF would drift from the phone. 

Gavin: Do you have the plane figure of the building?

Squadmate: Got it. Captain Gavin, we’ve asked around the vicinity, and there are a few vagabonds living in this building. Most of them are on the third or fourth floor. 

Gavin: There’s been a rainstorm these two days. This building doesn’t have covered windows. Locations near the windows will be drenched from the rain. They should be in the middle parts of the floor. Two people per group - bring the search and rescue dogs and begin the operation.

Squadmate: Understood!

I hug the phone in contemplation.

Before sending Gavin the message, I had already visited this building a few times to investigate. 

I familiarised myself with all the entrances and exits to have the confidence to deal with any surprise situations. But I completely didn’t expect that this would happen.

Gavin: [with a gentle voice capable of making flowers bloom] Are you all right? 

After a moment, I realise that Gavin is talking to me. 

MC: Huh? I’m fine.

I look at the time displayed on the phone - It’s already 1am.

Gavin: Are you sleepy? 

MC: ...I’m not that brave. How could I be drowsy under such circumstances?

Gavin: The scope of the basement level is too large. I need a more detailed lead.

MC: Are you holding the plane figure of the building?

Gavin: Yes. Relate your route to me.

MC: I came in using the east entrance, and planned to take the stairs up from the fire exit. So I should have been heading west.

The sound of a finger gliding across the paper can be heard. 

Gavin: During the collapse, did you see the fire exit?

MC: I didn’t. It was probably around a hundred metres away. I’m currently trapped in a corner. The structure here is pretty stable, so it could be a load-bearing wall.

Gavin: I know your approximate location. Wait for me.

MC: Mm.

Hearing my soft sigh, Gavin laughs. 

Gavin: Are you afraid? 

MC: Maybe a little. It’s a new experience in life, so of course it’d scare someone.

Gavin: Knowing what it means to be afraid is a good thing. If I didn’t come, how did you plan to rescue yourself?

MC: There’s no such “if”. The moment I felt something was amiss, I gripped my phone and wanted to give you a call.

I hold onto the phone, staring at the light on the screen, and staring at the word “Gavin” on it.

Just this name alone harbours the ability to make one feel at ease. 

Gavin: You’re so certain that I’d come rescue you?

MC: Mm! Captain Gavin is someone who will never leave a single Loveland City citizen in the lurch.

Gavin ignores me. 

MC: ...

MC: Have you found the other people who are trapped? 

Gavin: We’ve found two. They’re being rescued now. 

MC: That’s fast...

Gavin: STF’s search and rescue dogs have undergone professional training. They can accurately locate people who are trapped. 

MC: Search and rescue dogs? 

??: Bark!

A bark suddenly drifts from the other end of the line. 

Gavin: Little Grey should have found you.

MC: Little Grey? What a careless name... Were you the one who named it?

Gavin: What’s wrong with the name?

...I don’t give him a response.

In the darkness, I seem to hear sounds from above. 

Tiny rocks are pelting from above. The steel bars seem to be weighed down by something, releasing a whimpering sound.

Gravel and dust rustle as they fall...

MC: Gavin!

MC: Leave quickly. Bring your men and leave immediately, it’s dangerous! There’s going to be a second collapse--

Gavin breathes, as though he’s about to speak, but doesn’t. He quickly issues out orders. 

Gavin: Everyone, take note. Evacuate immediately. I repeat - Evacuate immediately! 

I hug the phone, not sure what I should say to Gavin.

Gavin: [with the gentlest of voices] MC, you’ll be okay.

His voice carries with it his usual confidence.

Gavin: I guarantee. 

I press the phone to my ear, capturing every breath in his voice. After adjusting my breathing, I raise my volume.

MC: You have to leave quickly, don’t stay here! I’m very safe where I am. Shouldering another collapse is no problem!

The creaking of the steel bars grows closer. I’m not sure if it’s just my misperception, but the wall above me seems to have caved downwards slightly.

Already set to the lowest brightness, my screen becomes even dimmer.

A few large rocks pelt down in front of me, channelling large gusts of dust. 

MC: Just bring Little Grey to look for me later, I...

Rumble!

-

The building collapses once again, causing dust clouds to billow.

The STF team members have rescued two elderly folk who are in their fifties, who collect scraps for a living. 

Gavin stares at the ruins in front of him wordlessly.

His eyes are mixed with imperceptible, repressed emotions. It’s as though underneath the tranquil ocean hides turbulence and fierceness. 

The searchlights illuminate the location he was standing at just now, and the search and rescue dogs had already sent a signal to him -- it meant that his target could have been under his feet.

Maybe only five metres away. Maybe three metres.

Gavin: Everyone--

He squats down, rubbing the nape of the rescue dog, pulling on its leash again.

Seeming to sense something out of the ordinary, they wag their tails at Gavin, as though comforting him without words.

With a heavy gaze, he looks towards the two rescue dogs, as though he’s handing over all his trust. 

Gavin: Recommence the search and rescue operation. Be sure to rescue everyone who has been trapped.

-

The phone has already exhausted its battery, and has shut off automatically.

I’m huddled in a corner, trying to reduce the amount of energy expended.

I know that the slanted wall has already collapsed, and is hanging above. Maybe the steel bar didn’t snap, which is why only half of it has weighed downwards.

There’s a wall behind me, and a gigantic fallen rock in front. I don’t have any space to move.

But it’s far too dark. I can’t check the condition of the wall behind me, and I don’t know how much longer it can hold. 

MC: Gavin. 

There’s nothing I can do. I lean on the wall and wait patiently. 

I know he’ll come.

MC: ...

A few hours pass, and I hear some sounds from above, but they disappear into the darkness quickly. 

Perhaps knowing that Gavin will definitely appear, the fear and anxiety in my heart dissipates with the passage of time. 

The most distinct feeling is tiredness. 

Maintaining my posture of sticking close to the wall, my back is hunched, and I’ve been sitting until my bottoms hurt.

Time passes so slowly here. Every second is elongated. 

The physical fatigue I’m experiencing tells me that an entire night has gone by.

In the middle of sleeping and waking, a bright light suddenly appears before my eyes...

I immediately turn my back towards it -- as expected, in the next instant, a strong wind suddenly lifts the tiles and bricks in my surroundings.

I lift my head to see Gavin standing above the ruins. 

The sun is faintly discernible behind him and the layers of clouds, illuminating a faint glow in the blue horizon. Wind brushes his fringe, revealing that pair of resolute amber eyes. 

Gavin: Are you okay?

His voice is very light, and exudes a rare fatigue. It seems he has been busy the entire night. But a faint smile still hangs at the corners of his lips. 

...as compared to the wry smile I’m wearing now, Gavin seems more like the disaster survivor.

Gavin: Give me your hand!

He takes a step forward, reaching out to me. I hurriedly hold onto it, but I don’t want my entire self to be towed away by him.

My vision is turned upside down. Gavin suddenly hoists me onto his shoulders.

MC: ...Gavin?!

I see that under his protective gear, his shirt is drenched with sweat, sticking to his broad back.

Reason tells me to put up a bit of a struggle. But after hanging by a thread between life and death for an entire night, I seem to be unable to triumph over the tiny greed in my heart.

The doctor from the ambulance comes over to help, but Gavin waves a hand at him, signalling that there’s no such need.

He walks forward by around ten metres, leaving the site of the ruins. He sees me down on the hood of a STF car. 

His brows are furrowed, looking as though he’s suppressing his emotions. My gut feeling tells me that he’s angry.

MC: ...I was wrong! I was wrong because I shouldn’t have gone running around in the middle of the night, and troubling the STF to rescue me. As for using the community’s resources, I’ll be sure to do a serious self-reflection.

MC: I guarantee that this is the only time. There won’t be a next time! 

Gavin was probably about to say those things to me, and didn’t expect that I’d acknowledge everything. So he remains silent for a period of time.

Although are elements of a joke in my words, I shoot him a resolute, apologetic and sincere expression.

I know that he’s worked hard for an entire night, and has been worried for an entire night. 

After a moment of silence, he releases a faint sigh. 

Gavin: You said it yourself - there won’t be a next time.

While he speaks, he reaches out to place a hand on my head--

MC: Ah it hurts...

The back of my head suddenly hurts, and I exclaim softly. When I reach out to touch it, I discover that there’s a big lump on the back of my head.

Gavin: You’ll only learn your lesson after experiencing some pain. I’ll send you to the hospital for a check up later.

MC: No need, I...

Information must have been sent through his earpiece. Gavin lifts his hand to signal that I should be quiet. He leans his head to the side, listening seriously.

Thinking that the search and rescue operation has yet to be completed, and that he definitely has other things he’s busy with, I hop down from the hood of the car, making a “I’m off” hand gesture towards him.

The world around me suddenly darkens a few times--

My legs grow weak, and my vision dims. Dimmer and dimmer...

Just before I lose consciousness, I seem to feel Gavin’s hand on my cheek, the rough fabric of the military gloves, his calloused finger pads...

I feel it all.

-

Doctor: The nuclear magnetic resonance shows that it’s just a mild shock of the brain. It’s nothing serious. The loss of consciousness is only temporary. It could also be due to low blood sugar levels and insufficient rest.

Doctor: If you’re worried, she can remain in the hospital for observation for two days. Are you a family member of the patient? I’ll bring the documents over in a while.

Gavin: All right.

With a sound of acknowledgement, the doctor leaves the ward.

The girl lying on the bed hasn’t regained consciousness. The IV on the back of her hand is strung to glucose.

Gavin walks over, reaching out to brush aside her fringe, which is damp with sweat. His brows furrow slightly, as though he’s angry. As though he doesn’t know who he should be angry with.

Gavin: ...why are you so bold - daring to go anywhere on your own.

He sits on a chair in front of the bed, leaning against the back of the chair in fatigue.

His deep gaze sweeps past her pale cheeks and haggard shoulders, stirring up great waves within his eyes which differ from usual.

After a while, deep breathing fills the quiet room.

Sunlight pours in through the curtains, chasing away all the darkness and unease of the night before.

-

Phone call: here

-

🦮 MOMENTS 🦮

Gavin’s Post: The team received a box of canned dog food.

MC: I don't know the address of the base for search and rescue dogs, so I could only send them to you.

Gavin: Got it. I’ll send it to the base.

-

Gavin’s Post: The team received a box of canned dog food.

MC: I sent it - it’s for Little Grey.

Gavin: They don’t eat outside snacks, but I’ll convey your kind regards to them.

-

Gavin’s Post: The team received a box of canned dog food.

MC: Only cans of dog food? Captain Gavin, check the box again...

Gavin: A silk banner for Little Grey? All right, I’ll accept it on its behalf.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 15 - Sleepy mornings and try outs

*this is pretty much just a filler chapter srry if its boring*

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You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, Harry groaning into your neck as you smacked it to make it shut up. You peeled open your eyes, letting out a harsh breath as the sun just barely peeked through the shut curtains. “what time-“ you glanced at the alarm clock, harry yelping as you suddenly sat up and knocked him off your torso “WHAT THE FUCK ITS 9 AM?!”

You tried to remember what time you and harry had gone to take your nap…you got back to your room at like, 1:20 pm, Harry took a thirty-minute bath, it was twenty minutes doing his nails and-2:10pm that’s when you and Harry went down soo that was…19 fucking hours of sleep holy shit.

“What's wrong?” Harry's groggy voice finally broke through your bewilderment. You turned and let out a soft sigh, smiling at his slightly grumpy look, his eyes almost completely closed and his hair a fluffy mess.

“We slept for nineteen hours hun” you chuckled, bursting out into laughter as Harry just stared at you for a moment and then pushed his head into your pillow and tried to pull the blanket over his face. “Harry no, we have to get up, we missed lunch and dinner, we need to eat” you pulled back the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek “Come on”

He made a grumbled complaint but obeyed, slowly sitting up only to rest his cheek on your shoulder and lean heavily into you. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile on your face as his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you into him “Yes yes I know, cuddles are great, but Saturday pancakes are even better” he peaked up at you again and seemed to consider your bribe before closing his eyes again and tightening his grip. “Alright, then I guess I’m going to breakfast alone and leaving you here in this warm bed that’s going to turn cold without me here to cuddle you~” Harry groaned and finally sat up, pouting as he dragged his feet to his room to get dressed “Thank you!”

He let out a small grumble and opened your door, shaking his head to wake himself up more. The door closed behind him as he stepped out and you jumped off your bed to get dressed.

You decided on a comfy red long-sleeved shirt that you had also commandeered from Harry a few weeks back, your most comfortable pair of jeans, and some black sneakers.

You freshened up in your bathroom and sighed, grabbing your key to lock your door when you saw a note on your corkboard. You walked closer to it and took it off the board, holding it close to read.

-Thank you for helping me design yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s outfits, it saved me a lot of brainpower I needed for other things :3

-Evie <3-

You smiled and set the note on your desk, grabbing your bag and checking inside, nodding as you spotted your sketchbook, pencil, eraser, and some snacks inside. You grabbed your phone from your desk and walked out of your room.

As you locked your door you heard Harry's dorm room door open and close, arms wrapping around your waist moments later “Hi love” you hummed, turning in Harry's grip and pecking his nose, smiling at the small grin that came from your affection “Come on, let's go get some food, we need the energy for today” He gave you an odd look before he remembered

“oh, righ’ cotillion” he grumbled, hands sliding up your waist and trailing down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand and walked down the halls with him, humming to yourself as you walked towards the cafeteria.

“So how are you feeling today?” Harry thought for a moment, rolling his shoulders and tensing his arms, then shrugged.

“Not sore anymore, I think the bath helped with tha’” you nodded in relief.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable the entire day, soreness is not good for dancing” Harry rolled his eyes at that and snorted.

“Yes, because that’s all I’m goin’ ta do, dance” you gently pinched his arm with your free hand “oi!” you snickered at the noise he made and pushed open the cafeteria doors, the smell of pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, and many other breakfast foods invading your senses.

“Yum,” you hummed, squeezing Harry's hand one last time before moving to get in line for your food “find a table for us?” Harry nodded and looked around, spotting the vks sitting around a large rectangle table with two more spots open. He walked towards it and plopped down next to Carlos, who shifted to the side a bit to give harry a bit more room.

“morning~” Evie sang, giggling a bit as Harry crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down on them “oh someone’s sleepy~”

Harry just grunted and lifted one of his arms from below his head and placed it over his face, hiding the light from his eyes. “I haven’t seen you or (y/n) since the talk…where the heck have you been?” Jay asked through a stick of French toast, reaching forward and poking at Harry's bedhead.

“When I went to go drop off (y/n)s dress they were asleep…I think It was like, four-thirty? So, I think they’ve just been sleeping the entire time” Evie laughed, turning and smiling as you passed around the table and set a tray in front of Harry and sitting down across from him. Harry parked up, licking his lips as he looked at his pancakes, sunny side up eggs, bacon, and strawberries. “so, where have you two been for the last day?”

You snorted, facepalming a bit “we slept for nineteen fucking hours Eve” the table stared at you in shock as they snickered at the absurdity of your words “I know I know, but one moment it was two-thirty the next it was nine am”

Carlos sighed, shaking his head “you two are not going to be able to sleep for two days” Harry grunted through his fork as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I have a fucked-up sleep schedule anyway not like that’s going to do me any worse” Harry snorted at that, pausing the inhaling of his food and gulping down his apple juice.

Evie clicked her tongue in disapproval and stood, taking her empty tray with her “I bet you’re happy that summer vacation is soon, then you can sleep till your heart's content without missing class” you grinned at her as she walked away towards the trash cans.

“When’s summer vacation start again?” Gil asked, shoving a hard-boiled egg in his mouth, nodding as Carlos answered for him.

“Monday, I think yesterday was the last day of school but I think we were all a little busy doing something else heh” you hummed, tapping your finger on your cheek.

“I think yesterday was a start of a three-day weekend, FG said something about letting everyone get a day of rest before cotillion” Carlos squinted a bit and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I remember her saying something like that, well, at least we won't get in trouble for missing algebra” the table snickered a bit, Harry pushing his empty try towards you and laying his head back down on his arms. “Geez you two sleep for nineteen hours and he’s still tired.”

“Well, I don’t think he slept on the isle, plus sleeping too much can make you even more tired, Harry come on, you can’t go back to sleep” you shoved at his shoulders, giving him a soft smile as he glared at you “I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some coffee from the café how bout that?” he kept glaring for another moment before it softened.

“Mocha-Caramel frappe” he flopped his head back down and his shoulders rose and sank in a quick motion.

You stared at him for a moment before looking at the others “those don’t have a lot of caffeine, right?” Mal shook her head “okay you answered that way too quickly” she snorted and smiled at you.

“Just order with an extra shot of espresso, that’ll keep him for the day and through cotillion” You mentally noted that and thanked Mal, turning back to Harry and pushing at his shoulder.

“Harry, come on, go with Gil to the amphitheater, I apparently have some people to watch try out for the team” he let out another grumble, pouting as Gil stood from the table, handed you his tray, and hoisted Harry from his seat, carrying him in a fireman's hold before Harry forced Gil to put him down. You giggled as Harry grumpily made his way to the amphitheater with Gil just behind him, hopefully preventing Harry from running back to your room to get more sleep.

“When did you learn ‘bout the new ones?” Jay asked through a mouthful of waffles, swallowing them down with cafeteria coffee.

“When I woke up to a text from Fergus, get this, we have ten people who signed up for the team” Jay and Carlos’ jaws dropped “I know right?”

“Probably cuz you kicked off Chad, right?” Mal guessed, popping her last strawberry in her mouth and laughing as you winked at her.

“yep, I’m fully betting on that” you took yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s empty trays and walked towards the trash can, raising your brow as you saw Evie was still standing there, now talking to some of the girls who had gotten their dresses asking styling questions.

“oh, I would do a natural look with some rouge lips, it would make your eyes and dress pop a bit more” Sophia; Robin Hood’s daughter, nodded and pulled out her phone, going to look up make-up references before you pulled Evie away.

“Sorry girls, I’ll be stealing the princess now” the others whined as you set your trays on top of the can and pulled Evie by her arm back towards the vks.

Evie let out a sigh of relief and slumped against you “thank you (y/n)! I would have been stuck there for ages! I love helping style but I’m still not fully awake and ready to deal with all that” you hummed in response and let go of Evie as you arrived back at the VK table.

“alright I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go look at R.O.A.R tryouts” the four VKs nodded and engaged in their own conversation.

You spun on your heel and walked out of the cafeteria building, making your way back towards the main school to get to the amphitheater inside. Passing by a couple of students who were grabbing the last of their school supplies before summer vacation started.

You pushed the doors to the amphitheater open and nodded to the group that was standing just to the side of the main ring, they nodded back and you walked over to Harry, Gil, and coach, the latter handing you a clipboard with the names of the those who were trying out.

Amra Triton

Raven Loxley

Kuzo Emporia (made up last name don’t come for me)

Ellie DunBroch

Alvin Oldenburg

Yuan Yao

Adrian Liddell

Tyron Maldon

 Eva Fitzherbert

 Pax Darling

You nodded to yourself as you looked over the names, you glanced up from the clipboard and let out a piercing whistle, the new recruits immediately falling into line. “alright! We’re gonna do this tournament style! The last one standing gets the spot! Any cheating and you’re permanently banned from even trying out for the team. Line up just in front of the boxes, two lines please!”

The recruits obeyed and lined up, two lines of five in front of you.

You started to call the match.

“Ressembler!”

“salute”

“lower the point”

“masks down”

“en garde!”

You waited a few tense moments before letting out another whistle, the chaos of the fight almost immediately deafening the room. Ellie quickly took out two others, flipping over Pax and landing behind them, spinning on her heel and smacking their butt. Pax quickly spun around and blocked another swing of Ellie's sword, the two quickly delving into their own match.

You looked over at Tyron and Yuan, the latter of the two easily kicking the former's ass. Tyron let out a yelp as he fell to the floor, sword sliding across the ring and hitting the wall.

“Tyron; out! Stand behind the line!” the teen smiled at Yuan and hopped up from the ground, jogging over to the line that was behind you and coach and continuing to watch the mini-tournament.

Amra and Adrian’s swords were flung out of their hands, coach quickly calling them out of the ring. They moved to stand by Tyron and watched the rest with rapt excitement.

Ellie finally managed to disarm Pax and caught the sword she had sent flying with her free hand. Pax let out a sigh and ran over to the others who had been called out.

Ellie turned to Raven and the two immediately began to clash swords, the others still in the match stopping for a moment to watch with wide eyes as the two girls easily matched the skill of the other and blocked and parried so hard the blades shook.

Eva took the chance of the distraction and took Kuzo out of the match, the latter pouting as they stomped over to the others.

It was down to five; you let out another whistle, making them split apart and stand at attention.

“stand around the blocks and wait for the signal” once more they obeyed and stood around the ring, just next to the parkour blocks.

You and Gil watched with rapt attention as the last five started at each other with giddy looks, Eva and Ellie flipping their blades to release some of their energy.

You let out another whistle, laughing a bit as Ellie launched herself at Alvin and took him down within seconds. The boy huffed to himself and scooted out of the ring, sitting crisscross on the floor and leaning back on his palms with a grin.

Now only four left, it was two versus two for a moment before Yuan kicked Eva out of the ring, leaving just the three girls to battle for the spot on the team.

Ellie jumped back as Yuan swung at her, the latter blocking a stab from Raven in a swift motion before spinning into a crouch and kicking Raven's feet out from under her. Yuan kicked Raven’s sword away and ran towards Ellie as Raven was pulled out of the ring.

“last two” Gil muttered to harry, mentally wishing he had popcorn, this was better than those action movies Ben had shown them. Harry let out a low grunt, while the fight was exciting, he was still pretty tired and was just wanting to go back to bed until cotillion.

Ellie and Yuan quickly clashed swords, the two evenly matched as they danced around each other.

Swing, parry, block, thrust forward, block, flip over parkour block, parry, swing, miss, flip, block, repeat.

Then, at last, Yuan’s foot slid just a bit more than she was meaning to and Ellie took the chance, placing her foot behind Yuan’s and sliding it back, throwing Yuan’s balance off.

Ellie ducked under Yuan’s arm and hoisted her up, flipping her over her shoulder and slamming her into the ground.

“call it!” Coach yelled out, the two girls halted in their fight and stared at each other, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

You walked into the ring, holding out your hand to Ellie who grinned and eagerly took it “congrats Ellie, welcome to the team!”

The others who had been defeated cheered and walked over, ruffling Ellie's hair and congratulating her “and great job to the rest of you, if there's ever another spot open, I want you all to try out again!”

They call cheered in agreement, setting down their gear and walking over to coach as he called them over.

You walked over to Harry and cupped his face, tilting his head up to you and smiling at him “hey sleepy baby, how bout that mocha-caramel frappe now hm?” he gave a soft smile and nodded, grabbing onto your offered hand and pulling himself up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning towards the doors “Okay okay we’re going, see you guys!”

Ellie and the others waved back before turning back to coach.

You, Harry, and Gil walked out of the school and headed to the campus café.

-

It was only two hours to Cotillion. And Uma was pacing around Ben’s room, she had spelled the king only 10 minutes before, but now she had to wait the two hours till 6 pm to even do anything, lest anybody get suspicious.

Luckily Ben had let her stay in his room at the castle and informed everyone that his room was not to be entered till after cotillion. Possibly; that it could have also created suspicion but Uma was not aware of Ben's habits enough to know that it would or not.

But she would have her revenge on Auradon, and do what had been promised 5 months ago.

The barrier would come down.

And Harry and Gil would regret betraying her.

-end part 15-

Srry again if this one was boring but at least it ended interesting?? Anyway, cotillion starts next chapter!

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Week 48.4/52: November 29th - December 5th 2021 | Jerry Part 2

Morning shift with Matt and it was nice despite me only sleeping for 4 hours again HDJSJKSKSSKS. Forever a zombie. I refuse to do any CSR now because I’d rather just sleep when the students are checking in LOL. I’m glad that Matt lets me :^) Anyway, shift went okay but I was SO SLEEPY. Survived working, went back home to rest for a bit and Jerry came to pick me up and first stop was Panda Express because my dumbass was determined to get it before I leave and I have learned the hard way that some places here are impossible to get to by public transit. But Panda smelled so nice and nostalgic (suddenly transported back into CAB). I got chow mein, honey sesame chicken, orange chicken, and Beijing beef!

Next stop was Green Bottle for dinner. They gave us free "welcome" fries (with seasoning and honey) and a free polaroid photo of us to keep. Apparently they can tell we are not from here... help lol my tourist vibes (oh wait maybe it's because of my BC vaccine passport lmao). We ordered their fried chicken with cheese corn fondue. Very delicious!!! Also got this free lychee lemon shot lmao it legit tasted like lychee calpico water LOL. Not sure why they give so much free things but I support it. Next stop was Don't Yell at Me for bubble tea. I got their aiyu jelly frose yakult drink. Pretty good but I went for 多肉葡萄 but they don't even have it because it's seasonal. I also went for their cup logo but due to shipment problems they only had plain cups and I have never been so disappointed LOLLL. Why am I obsessed with logos :/ 

After bubble tea, I thought that we were going home but Jerry said we were going to karaoke and that the night has just started LMAO IM LIKE ITS 10PM but okay so we ended up at a KTV place. It was fine but after around 1.5 or 2 hours into it, we heard so much yelling and screaming and fighting and things getting smashed..... and then people kept running across our room and we were so scared and confused. T___T Eventually the police/ambulance all arrives and carried someone away on a stretcher. Police officers came and started questioning us if we knew the people who were involved. But we were literally in our room the entire time... I opened our door and looked out and saw drips of blood and then a huge pool of blood. The area was closed off with police tape. We were not allowed to go to the washroom or leave the place at all because it was a crime scene....... the KTV had the audacity to ask us to pay for the entire 3.5 hours even though half of our time was spend in fear and not actually singing because wtf......... how are we supposed to sing when people are dying outside and there was an attempted murder....... plus we couldn't ding anyone in because there was an entire squad outside our door???? anyways so scammed and traumatized lol. I wanna put this place on blast. 

We were not allowed to leave until 2:30am (literally I was having a meltdown in the room while Jerry did Kpop girl group dances to distract us HDJSSKSLS LMAO he’s like “it’s fine, I work at a hospital, people die on me all the time” DJHJKFJSKFJKS). After the police took photos of our ID and we filled our witness account forms, we were finally allowed to go. It was so JAJDJDKSLSLSSL. Jerry and I were just two lost uninvolved kids..... I was so scared that they would trap me in there until 8am or something but I had to work so???? I had no battery on my phone and my contacts in my eyes for 20 hours....... and I had no idea how long we would be stuck in there. Someone pay for our therapy omg. So done. What is life... HDSJSSKS we were just trying to be productive and hang out lots but this is the result. Cries.......

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A gift for @supremeuppityone for kicking our asses in Klaroween Bingo : ) I'm sorry it took me so long, I hope you like what I've done with your prompt. It's a very loose fusion with the movie of the same name.

"She met him while robbing a stagecoach - which meant she had no time to get distracted by a pair of dimples."

Maverick

Wyoming, USA - July 1883

"I suggest you drop those reins and step down from the coach real slow," she demanded, her gun pointed squarely at the driver's chest. It wasn't an easy feat to catch a passing stagecoach but it seemed they had stopped to water the horses and Caroline decided it was the perfect time to attack.

She looked down briefly at her once pristine dress now caked in dust and god knows what else from the elements, Caroline was hoping she could get this whole ordeal over and done with so she could bathe and change. She considered herself a lady after all, not that you could tell from her current appearance.

In all of the time surveying her clothing situation the driver still hadn't moved an inch. Caroline rolled her eyes annoyed that a chauvinistic, male idiot couldn't take her seriously even with a gun trained on him. Tiring of his inaction she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger, knocking off his cowboy hat in the process.

He was shaken, so much so that he fainted from the coach without any further effort on her part. Caroline made a mental note to do that first next time. What robber bothered with conversation anyhow?

“Admirable effort, love,” the voice seemed to materialise from nowhere. Unfortunately, it was a rare accent in these parts that she knew well and was immediately annoyed she hadn’t shot him instead of the driver. 

“There’s that condescending attitude I know all too well, Mikaelson,” she growled, her gun focused on his smirking expression. Now directly in her sights, it was difficult to ignore those crimson lips but even more so those dimples that seemed to be taunting her.

Caroline shook her head determined to get those particular facial features out of her mind and focus on her current task at hand. 

“Seems I beat you to this stage coach, Forbes,” he offered, stepping from the carriage and making his way towards her gun in hand. It was difficult not to notice just how handsome he looked in that suit. “But I’m willing to share as long as you don’t shoot the driver just yet.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really like manual labour or getting my hands too dirty if necessary.” Klaus replied crisply, his eyes travelling over her dress, his meaning not lost on Caroline. 

“How about I just shoot you instead? Between you and me I’m beginning to warm to the driver, you not so much.”

“That’s not what you said last night, love.” 

Thirteen hours earlier...

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t from here and it was fairly evident given the dubious welcome he received as he journeyed throughout the sleepy towns of Wyoming towards his final destination. 

He’d rebelled from his high society upbringing to travel from England to take advantage of the lucrative beef export trade that was thriving in the United States. Well, that’s what he told his family anyway. It was really an excuse to escape the rigid life they had mapped out for him to follow.

Klaus wasn’t one who liked to be tied down and although he expected it, it took him a few months to realise that he wasn’t cut out for the life of a rancher. The climate and conditions were foreign and so too the people who saw him as nothing more than a spoiled Englishman with few skills to offer.

But he’d always prided himself on his wit and intellect. His speed to finish a book with minimal effort, his exceptional knowledge of history and, thanks to his grandfather, an impeccable poker record and ability to read even the most unreadable of people.

It was edging close to 10pm, Klaus had been playing at the poker table in the local saloon. Generally, most of the inhabitants didn’t take him or his poker skills seriously given his origins. But that was the best part.

He was up a considerable amount, the cowboy to his left wasn’t taking it too well. Klaus kept his eyes firmly trained on his hand flickering over his gun holster ready to draw at any moment.

What he wasn’t expecting was a sharp intake of perfume and a beautiful blonde to take the empty seat to his right. Her skin was pure white, her eyes the deepest of blues and those lips a cheeky shade of pink. Not that he noticed at all.   

Klaus didn’t consider himself old fashioned but women didn’t play poker, that was how things worked here last time he checked. 

“Deal me in,” she instructed, glancing curiously at the cowboy with the itchy trigger finger. Not surprisingly he sat up straight and did as she’d asked. He no doubt thought he’d get something sweet in return.

Klaus watched as the cards were dealt swiftly, the blonde picked up her hand her expression stoic at first. It was only after she’d procured two extra cards that her nose twitched briefly. It was damn cute, first and foremost, but her biggest tell. She had a good hand and Klaus knew it. He surveyed his cards noting nothing more than a pair of sixes. 

They went around in a circle, the cowboy raising the stakes. Given the way he was tapping his left index finger on the table, Klaus knew he had nothing and was attempting to bluff his way out of trouble. He decided to do the same, his eyes resting on their newest competition. She called it and won the hand as he’d expected. 

Klaus was more entertained than anything, the cowboy not so much. Rather than draw his weapon, he berated her and her place at the table like the sore loser he was. Klaus meanwhile was intrigued. It was clear she could fight her own battles given her steely gaze, strong stance and equally sharp tongue. 

“Seems like someone has a little man complex and can’t handle losing to a woman,” she bit back, gesturing towards his groin. 

“She does have a point,” Klaus murmured. “My apologies for your shortcomings and I don’t mean those less than impressive winnings.” 

Any goodwill the cowboy had previously shown was destroyed in an instant as he drew his gun and fired. Klaus didn’t think just ducked and covered her protectively as a round of shots peppered their surroundings. 

It wasn’t an unexpected occurrence but it was inconvenient. Klaus had hoped to secure the funds needed to enter the big poker tournament on the Green River Paddle Steamer in a week’s time. 

What he hadn’t expected was for the woman he was trying to protect to push him away and pull her own gun from beneath the multiple layers of her dress and aim it squarely at the cowboy. Seems like she didn’t need him at all. 

A shot fired which landed just south of his little man syndrome which was enough to scare him away, leaving his money in his wake.  She scooped it up happily, handing him a share.

“Even if you did cower like a girl, I’ll still give you half.”

“That was actually trying to protect you,” he shot back gruffly. As much as he wanted to hate her it was far too difficult given the way she made him feel. Frustrated with a side of begrudging attraction.       

“Is it the stuck up Englishman in you?” She mused. “Because it’s kind of cute.”

“Oh really?” He smirked. 

“How about we just have a drink, don’t want your head to swell any more.” 

Present day...

“I said nothing of the kind,” she argued, thinking back to their evening together but dismissing his version given it implicated her actually feeling something. 

“You said I was cute.”

“Obviously I was delirious,” she shot back. “It wasn’t difficult given all the male egos I was trapped with under the same roof.”

Caroline Forbes didn’t need a man, she never had in the past or ever would in the future. Seeing just how badly how mother had been treated by her father first then subsequent men, Caroline had decided they were all bad news.

When her mother passed away unexpectedly, Caroline knew she needed to make the best of her own life. She’d decided the only way she could improve her existence was to try and make a better life for herself.

Caroline had shown promise in poker from a young age. That much she knew given how the saloon staff who minded her while her mother looked after clients praised her talents.    

She had always worked alone and today wasn’t any different. When he decided to ruin both her poker match and first stage coach hijacking, Caroline knew this guy was just bad news. Moreover, he just liked to rain on her parade. 

“I’m getting the impression you don’t like me very much.”

“What gave you that idea?” She scoffed. “I just need to be at Green River and you’re messing with my timeline.”

“Something we happen to have in common then,” he offered. “Seems like we have a perfectly functioning stage coach to take us there.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’m riding up front with my new driver friend, I’m sure there’s no hard feelings after that whole shooting incident.”

“That scared to be in such close proximity of me huh?” He replied, cheekily. “If you’re taking part in the poker championships I could give you some tips.”

“Like not to blink?” He was silent at first, absorbing what she was saying. “You do it if your hand is bad.”

“But how...”

“Turns out you’re not as wonderful as you think.”

“Says the girl whose nose twitches if her hand is good.” At that point they stopped bickering and just looked at each other carefully considering their options. 

“How about we make a deal then?” Caroline offered. “We exchange notes in time for the poker tournament in transit then go our separate ways?”

He’d nodded half heartedly, Caroline put it down to the fact the horses were riding on uneven ground at that moment. 

It was only when the sky darkened and Caroline found herself in the coach due to the inclimate weather that things became more clear. He’d offered the blanket immediately, Caroline not expecting such a kind gesture from a man. But his blue eyes were kind and she found herself sharing the warmth.

Morning broke, Caroline nuzzled against the nearest surface not expecting it to be his toned chest and his crimson lips so dangerously close to hers. If she moved an inch they’d be kissing. Surprisingly it didn’t bother her at all.  

“Pretty sure we’re going to be wanted across the state now,” he murmured against the bare skin of her neck. “But I’d bet on you anyday, love.”

“You just wanted me to say you were cute again, right?” She grinned, cuddling into him as close as possible.     

Maybe,” he drawled, pulling her closer and placing a chaste kiss on her temple.

“Because I’d bet on you any day too,” she murmured, finally feeling at peace even given what they might face. “But that poker match is ours to lose and you know how much I hate losing.”

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Repetitive Treatment: Chapter 6

Words: 1340 AN: This chapter is shorter than the rest. Sorry! I will have Chapter 7 up tomorrow, though. :)

"What?" Sweet Pea questions.

"I think- I mean- I just- It's hitting me, I guess. That Alex actually put me here, that he abused," you spit the word out in disgust, "me." You look at your parents in sorrow. "I wasn't raised that way. I wasn't raised to be the victim, or to allow someone else to hit me. I wasn't raised to take shit from anyone, yet here I am. I became something I wasn't raised to be." Emotion clogged your voice. 

"(Y/N), listen to me, okay? We'll fix this." Sweet Pea looks uncomfortable. It's almost enough to bring a smile to your face, but your parents step up to your bed.  

Your mom speaks first, "Sweetheart. I'm so sorry." Grief clings to your mother's voice.

"Mom, it's okay. I'm alright. I'm still breathing, okay? I'm right here." You reach for her hand. For a moment, you think this is backwards. Why are you comforting her? Shouldn't you be the one sobbing? But as quickly as that thought comes, it disappears without a trace. Your dad grabs your toe, as your hand is occupied. You smile. "Be careful, Dad. My toe might just wiggle from your grasp, old man." You tease, which brings a small grin to his weary face.

"I'm so glad you're okay, munchkin. When we get home, we're gonna pig out on ice cream and watch lots of movies. Kay?" You see the tracks from where rivers of tears have fallen, and your heart breaks. He was supposed to be the strong one of you three, allowing your mother to break on him, and you to lean on him. But now, you notice that he and your mother are leaning into each other, seemingly drawing their last remnants of strength from one another. It humbles you. After the "love" you've had, it awes you that two people can be as in love as your parents are. You nod in agreement before looking around the room at the faces gathered around you. Hog Eye stands next to your pillow again, Toni leans against the wall, your parents leaning against each other, FP standing near the door, and Sweet Pea sitting in the chair next to the window. It helps you come to the realization, that no matter what happens, these people will love you forever, and you might actually heal from this.  

 

Toni looks at your almost-smiling face, and she wonders how you seem to be okay. You're smiling and talking as if it were just another day, while she can't get past the fact that you are in the hospital. Almost all she wants to do right now, is order a drink at the Wyrm and get lost in the music and alcohol. She doesn't think she has the mental fortitude to keep pretending like everyone else. She knows Sweet Pea is pretending because she can see the little lines of tension that haven't left since they arrived here. FP isn't okay, because she can see the struggle he's having to keep standing. Hog Eye isn't okay, because she sees him balling and unclenching his fists, but only when you aren't looking at him. Suddenly, she feels exhausted, like today's events have been too much. No longer does she want to go back to the bar, instead she wants to go home. She wants to curl up in her bed and sleep, for like, a thousand years. She wishes her parents had stuck around. Toni wants them around so she can go home and scream and cry and let them take care of her, convince her the world isn't as bad as it seems right now, and if she wants to go lay in her bed and ponder everyone's existence, well, that's okay, because they have everything else under control. But, she can't do that, and she realizes she is kind of jealous of you. Well, jealous of the relationships you have anyway. But, there isn't much she can do about it.

 

FP wants to go back home and just sit. One of the worst things about growing up, he thinks, is that no one will hold you until all your problems go away, and no one says that. They just expect you to mature without any knowledge of how adulthood works. They don't tell you how to fill out taxes, or that no one will hold you when you get injured, at least not until you have a significant other. And he wishes that Riverdale wasn't as split as it is, as maybe then, someone would've heard the screams from your ex's house and called the cops, but the northsiders don't really consider that a major issue. No, instead their issues lay with the mayoral issues, not the well-being of their own residents. After all, it was a group of teens who figured out who Riverdale's very own serial killer was, and none of their parents knew. Their parents who are so wrapped up in their own drama that they don't realize the danger their children are putting themselves into. Not that he could say a whole lot, after all, Jughead had been one of those children. But, he was trying to be better. A better man, a better father. If only you knew how lucky you are.  

 

Your mother is wracked with guilt, all because she convinced your dad that they were overreacting to you staying out without letting them know. Your dad had wanted to call you, as it was 10PM, and you hadn't called or texted to let them know you'd be late. Your mother had argued with the fact that you were a model student, and when was the last time you had done something stupid? Your dad hadn't had a foot to stand on, as it had been a while. Most of the time you thought about the consequences of your actions first. Granted you did the small things every once in a while, but what teenager didn't?  As one o'clock rolled around, your dad wanted to drive around Riverdale, but again, your mother argued with the same point. Besides, she'd said, they could punish you when you got home. You were a teenager, though, and needed to be young, stupid, and slightly reckless. You didn't need to become a homebody in your teenage years. You needed to live a little. With that, your dad had followed her to bed. And even though she wanted you to be a normal teen, your mom still had a bad feeling in her gut, which she chalked up to hovering mom instincts. So she ignored them, and now she was looking at her little girl in a hospital bed, bandaged and casted to avoid further injury.  

 

After a little while, with everyone lost in their own thoughts, the nurse comes in and announces that visiting hours are over. FP, Sweet Pea, Toni, and Hog Eye head out, but not before showing their affection for you in their own little ways. Once they leave, you convince your parents that you'll be okay if they want to go home and sleep. They're reluctant to leave though, so they attempt to insist on staying.

"Mom, Dad. Alex is in jail, and I'm in the ICU until at least tomorrow. You both are worn out, go home and get some real sleep. No point in staying in these very uncomfortable beds while I sleep. And trust me, that's all I am going to," you yawn," be doing. Go home."

"Fine, but we love you so, so much, darling. Remember that. Now, we're going." Your dad kisses your head, and your mother kisses your forehead, following your dad out. Silence fills your room again, but it feels a little lonelier this time. You feel sleepy and briefly wonders if it's the pain meds the nurse brought in when he announced visiting hours were over. Gradually, your eyes feel heavier and heavier until you can't seem to keep them open anymore. Not too long after that you fall asleep.

Chapter One; Chapter Two; Chapter Three; Chapter Four; Chapter Five

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@quinn-e-dawson

@writing-yj

@chipster-21

@serpentmo

@falling-stars-never-cry

@poolpartyingwithjaws

@acidparadox

@theyouthfulmoon

@fallen-for-fall​

@multifandomphenomena

@shanetoo

[pixiealtaira]

Snowflake Wishes

Drabbles and Drawbles 2016 prompt 16: first snowfall

Pairing:None.  Kid!Kurt fic...

Kurt Hummel wasn’t a kid who slept well.  His Momma told him all the time that she wished he’d sleep longer so she could sleep longer.  Or at least take a nap!

He just didn’t like to sleep much.

Usually, it was not Too Much A Problem. Daddy got up early with him and took care of him in the morning before he went to work and Momma got an extra two hours of sleep there and then in the afternoon he went to the shop to Go Work with Daddy and Momma either taught lessons or took a nap there and then Daddy went to bed at 10pm, 11 pm at latest and Momma stayed up until Kurt went to sleep…usually after 1am. The lady at the doctors said they could drug him…but Momma had said No! So they lived with it.

But Momma was sick. Daddy said she had the flu.  It made Momma sleepy. Daddy had hoped Kurt would nap, because Kurt had NOT gone to sleep the night before until 4am.  There was just THINGS to think…he thought he almost might be thinking and figuring out the whole word in books deal…and if it worked like he kept thinking it worked the night before he was SET…but no one had read to him today, not out of more than one book. Daddy just read the animal picture book and that was not a book that would break the code. When he tried to get Momma to read to him, she sat all the way up and then looked a bit green and her eyes went funny and she had to lie back down.  Anyway, Daddy had hoped Kurt would nap.   And Daddy had to run to the garage to take care of a Disaster…and so Kurt was supposed to Sit Down and Be Quiet and Watch The Cartoons…and hopefully fall asleep.

Which was all fine and dandy, but…Kurt saw outside when his Daddy opened the door and it was snowing.

For the first time all year.

Big flakes that drifted and danced and that were meant to be TOUCHED.

“Momma,” Kurt said. “It’s snowing.  We need to go outside and touch the snow flakes and make wishes.”

“That’s nice, dear.” Momma mumbled, trying very hard to keep her eyes open.  

“Great!” Kurt shouted.

“Ugh.” His Momma replied, holding her head. “Don’t shout, kidlet, Momma’s head hurts.”

“Ok,Momma.” Kurt whispered really loudly. “I’ll find something to do that is quiet.”

“Just watch TV, honey.”

“Ok, I just gotta go get something.  Watching TV without other things is boring.” Kurt said.

“Just don’t take long.” Momma said. “Call Momma if you need help with anything.”

Kurt nodded.

He went and got his coloring books and coloring pencils. He was bringing them back when he walked past the window and could see the snowflakes falling faster.

Wishes had to be made on the first snow BEFORE it covered the ground unless it snowed while one was asleep.  They just did.

Kurt couldn’t open the front door…and Daddy had locked the side door when he left and would KNOW Kurt hadn’t being sitting down if it was unlocked.  But the sliding glass backdoors were not locked and he could unlock those anyway.

Kurt pulled on his slippers and left his coloring stuff on the floor by the stairs.  He would have preferred his boots, because you wear boots in the snow, but if he put on his boots his momma would need to help him and then she’d know.

He pulled on his jacket, but couldn’t zip it and he put on his mittens.

Then he slid the backdoor open and slid himself out.

The backyard was quickly filling with snow and soon the whole ground would be covered…Kurt had to hurry.

The stairs were slippery but he didn’t fall.  Then he ran about trying to catch the snowflakes so he could wish on them.  His cousin said he could catch them on his tongue, but Kurt wasn’t sure wishes worked if the snowflake was caught on your tongue.  But Maybe they only worked if caught on tongues.

Kurt decided to do both. He held out his mitten hands and then tilted his head to the sky and stuck out his tongue.  Then he chased to the snowflakes in the air trying to catch them.

He kept missing.  He wasn’t having luck getting his hands under the big flakes or getting his tongue under them.

He’d just got his tongue under a big flake and his hand under another and he was SURE they were going to land right when suddenly he was flat on his back.  Snowflakes landed on his tongue, which he thought might be bleeding and his eyes and nose and head.  They were on his mittens too.

Everything hurt though.

Kurt made his wishes anyway and struggled to get himself up and see what had happened.

The stupid dump truck had happened.  He was supposed to have put it in the shed three days before when his dad decided it was too cold out to play with metal dump trucks.

Kurt got up and Kicked it…and hurt his toes because he’d forgotten he had slippers on.

He sighed and picked it up and took it inside with himself.

He slid into the house and slid the glass door shut.

He went to the stairs and picked up his coloring stuff and took off his mittens, jacket and slippers.

His Momma was almost asleep, he could tell by her almost snores.

“It’s about time.” She mumbled looking at him as he sat down.

Then she sat up fast and fell back down.

“Oh stars. Let’s try that again.” She muttered and sat up slowly.

“Kurt Hummel.  Come see Momma NOW.” Momma said.

Kurt turned to face her.

“What did you do!?”

“I tripped.”

“I didn’t hear anything. What did you trip on?  Stick out your tongue.”

“The dump truck.” Kurt said before sticking his tongue out.

“Thank god it doesn’t look like you bite it too bad.  Now turn around so I can check your back. And slide closer.  I have a feeling if I leaned towards you, I’d fall off the sofa.”

Kurt scooted back so his Momma could see better.  She fussed at his back and felt his head for bumps.

“Good.  Looks like just a small scrape on your head and back and dirty clothes.  Wait a minute.  The dump truck was outside! Kurt Hummel, did you go outside without Momma with you?”

“Umm….I guess.” Kurt said.

“You guess?”

“Yes.  But wishes Momma.”

His Momma sighed. “We do not leave the house without adult company unless it is an absolute emergency. And wishes are not an emergency.”

Kurt turned to his momma and just looked at her with a sad face.

“Not gonna work, baby boy. You will sit here and not move until your Daddy gets home.  You can sit up on the sofa at my feet and wrap in the blanket but YOU will not move.  You will have to be in dirty damp cold clothes until then and I’m not even going to feel sorry for you for being dirty.”

“Dirty?” Kurt asked, sitting straighter and looking at his pants leg backs by lifting his leg up and leaning down.

“Momma, I’m dirty!” Kurt shouted.

“And you can be dirty until your daddy comes home.”

“But, stains!”

“You went outside without an adult.”

“But Momma….”

“Nope.  Sit down and Watch TV.” Momma said.

“Momma, stains.”

His momma scooped him up and held him in her lap as Kurt pouted. “Outside without an adult.”

Kurt sighed and settled into his Momma’s lap.  She was way warm and her outside sounded more like oudside again.  He should try to be good for a bit, he guessed.

“Do you think I might have a cotussion?” Kurt asked.

“Cotussion?” Momma asked back.

“Yeah, cause I bumped my head.  Daddy said Rob got a cotussion when he hit his head on the under the truck last week at the garage.”

“Concussion.  Probably not.  We’ll have your Daddy check when he gets home.” Momma said.

“That’s too bad.  It sounds interesting.  These cartoons are boring.”

“How about we find some Scooby Doo?”

Kurt nodded.

“Can I get my coloring stuff?” Kurt asked.

“No.  You are staying on my lap, where I can feel you and see you. You can color when your dad gets home.”

Kurt sighed and snuggled into as his Momma changed the channel to Scooby Doo.  His wishes had better all come true considering he couldn’t even get down and color and watch TV but had to SIT and just sit and watch TV.

[sherl-watson-holmes]

Drunk (y/n)

So, I haven’t updated Welcome to London in a while and to be honest, I’m going to have a harder time updating it now because school has started and I’ve taken on an extremely heavy course load. So, this oneshot from my wattpad is sort of a sorry for that.  All of my oneshots are on my wattpad and Welcome to London will also be updated earlier there, just because I’m an idiot and forget to update both sometimes, anyways read on.

My Wattpad: -kavacado-

You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight pouring through the window in front of you. Your head was pounding and you couldn't even remember getting into bed yesterday, only that you left your brother John's apartment around 10pm for a night out with your friends.

Speaking of not remembering, you definitely don't remember a periodic table poster being hung in your room... shit. You were suddenly aware of an arm draped over your waist and the fact that this was most definitely not your room. Terrified, you lifted the covers on you and looked down to find, thankfully, that you still had your clothes on, as did the man next to you. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you turned around in the mystery man's arms in order to face him.

3...

2...

1...

You opened your eyes, only to see a mess of dark curls peeking out from the covers. Your heart started beating rapidly as you realized who it was. Still, you lowered the covers from his face. Lo and behold, there was Sherlock sleeping peacefully with you in his arms. Your face burned at the realization of your situation. You had liked Sherlock for quite some time now, it was the one thing the bloody idiot couldn't deduce about you. You were going red at the face just being in the same bed as him, in his arms, even if it was clear nothing had happened between you two.

Slowly as you had time to think, you remembered how you ended up in this situation.

"Come on (y/n), loosen up. You've had exactly one drink since we've gotten here." Your friend Tina flagged over the bar tender . "Would you please get us a few rounds of tequila shots? Honestly, keep them coming until this one-" she pointed at you with her thumb "looks absolutely wasted."

"Um, Tina, I don't know if i want to be "absolutely wasted". How the hell are we gonna get home if both of us are drunk?" You gave her a worried look.

She giggled before answering you "Don't worry sweetie, I can handle my alcohol pretty well, you'll get drunk waaay before me."

'I'm pretty sure you're already drunk' you thought to yourself  rolling your eyes.

You're first round of shots were placed in front of the both of and you sighed before pinching your nose and downing it. By the third shot, Tina was piss drunk and you started to wobble on the fourth as well.

You were both laughing about god knows what when a man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes sat at your table. "Hello Gorgeous, What's a pretty little lady like you doing drunk at a bar?"

You slowly turned around and rolled your eyes at the man "Really dude? That's the best you've got-" You spoke a bit too loudly "I'll have you know, I have a boyfriend and he will beat. you. up. So go awaaay." you dramatically pointed in a random direction and he took off giving you a weird look.

Tine started laughing "Why'd you tell him you have a boyfriend? He was haaaawt." she dragged out her last word.

You snorted "Because I do have a boyfriend." you paused "in my dreams." You both started laughing hysterically as if you had just said the most hilarious thing in the world. You continued "and that boyfriend is Sherlock. He would be my boyfriend in real life too if I could just get the courage to tell him I like him." You groaned in frustration "That has to be the one thing he can't deduce about me, god, do I have to spell it out to him?" You looked down at your lap frowning.

Tina frowned as well before smiling widely as she repeatedly smacked your arm. You looked at her and sighed "What is it Tina?"

"I have an idea." She sing-songed. "Call him! You're drunk, alcohol gives you a lot of courage." She widened her eyes and nodded at you, trying to convince you to follow her plan. You squinted your eyes "You know what? I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna call Sherlock." Sherlock was in his mind palace when his phone began to ring. He was going to ignore it when he realized that it was the ringtone he'd set specifically for you and jumped up to get it. Looking at the clock, he got a bit scared as it was nearing one in the morning, what could you possibly be calling for right now? "Hello?" "Hey Sherrrrrrly!" You slurred out. "(Y/n), what's going on? Where are you? Why is it so loud? Are you okay? Is-" "Shuuuuush." You cut him off "I'm fine Sherl. I need to talk to you" "(Y/n), are you drunk?" Sherlock sighed. "What?! Nooo. Just a little tipsy. Okay, a lottle tipsy." You giggled at yourself. Sherlock huffed "What pub are you in?" "The one five minutes away from your apartment, but who cares? Forget that, I need to tell you something." You heard Sherlock open and close his front door through the phone. "Okay, what is it that you need to tell me?" "Oh, um, shit, Tina, what was I gonna tell him." Sherlock sighed, why the hell were you with Tina of all people? He heard a muffled conversation between the two of you before you started speaking again. "Oh yeah, Sherl, I needed to tell you that I like you. A lot. I like like you." He heard you giggling and smiled to himself. "That's lovely (y/n), I like you as well." He said softly. You whined "Noo Sherlock, you don't get it! I like like you. Meaning I wanna be your girlfriend. I wanna cuddle with you on rainy days. I wanna kiss your gorgeous face until you can't breathe. I wanna have mind blowing se-" "I get it (y/n)! I get it! Just, hold on, I'm walking into the pub right now." You looked around till you spotted the tall detective. You frantically began to wave at him, getting his attention immediately.He walked to you and you fell on to him, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up. "Helloo Sherrrly." Sherlock turned his head due to the smell of alcohol from your breath. "Hello (y/n), come on. Let's get you home." He began to walk towards the door with you as you whined. "But I was having so much fun." You stuck your bottom lip out. He walked you to 221B, taking longer than he expected since you decided in the middle of the walk back that the ground would be your throne. He was pulling you inside the front door when you started to pull away from his grip. "My car is over there, Sherl!" You pointed to your small black car. He tugged you inside "No. There is no way that you're driving like this. You're sleeping here tonight." He walked you through the sitting area and into his room. You closed the door and grabbed his coat, yanking his face to yours in a rough kiss. He immediately pulled away and you frowned. "I thought you said I was sleeping with you tonight. Am I not pretty enough?" You began to tear up. Sherlock's eyes widened, he'd never dealt with a drunk (y/n) before. Murders? He could handle. Criminal masterminds? Piece of cake. But a crying drunk (y/n)? This would be the death of him. "No, no, no, (y/n), you're absolutely beautiful, gorgeous even! But, love, you're drunk and you need rest. I said you're sleeping here not with me." He sputtered out. You immediately stopped crying and smiled. "Okay." You flopped down onto Sherlock's bed. He shook his head smiling, what the hell was he gonna do with you? He pulled the covers up to your chin and turned to leave when he felt you grab his wrist. "Stay with me." You looked up at him with big eyes. He debated this for a minute before melting at the sight of your puppy dog face. Sighing, he shed his coat and shoes before getting into bed with you. You snuggled up to his side and fell asleep, snoring softly. You cringed at yourself, remembering everything that happened the previous night, everything you'd done. You saw Sherlock slowly waking up and hid your face in the covers. Sherlock woke up and saw you hiding your face. He chuckled before removing the covers from your face. "(Y/n), stop being embarrassed, what happened happened, it's doesn't matter. I'm not mad." You furrowed your brow, giving him a wary look "You're not?" You asked softly. "No, I'm not. And if you'd let me, now I would like to kiss your gorgeous face." You giggled. He propped himself up on his forearm and hovered over you as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away and looked into your eyes before capturing your lips with his once again, slowly making the innocent kiss a bit more intense. He pulled away once more and smiled at you. Falling beside you he chuckled. "If you want maybe we can even have mind blowing se-" You shut him up with your lips against his, giggling as you pulled away. "Shut up, Sherl." Grinning you snuggled into his side, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You looked up at him "By the way, where was John during this entire situation?" He shrugged "Maybe at Sarah's, although he should be back about now." As if on cue the door to Sherlock's room swung open as John called his name, freezing as he saw you both in bed. Sherlock jumped out of bed and you realized that he had shed everything but his boxers at night. "Listen John, just relax, this isn't what it looks like." Sherlock tried to reason. John went red in the face with anger "You bastard." John lunged for Sherlock and he dodged John's attack and ran out the door. John chased after him as you sat on the bed laughing at them. Feeling sleepy, you fell back onto the pillow beneath you and went to sleep again.

[unwrittenscar]

To The Girl Who I Always Call Late At Night And Still Wonders Why

It has been a month since I started calling you at night. Every time I here your phone ringing, there’s no wonder you would pick it up.

It has been a month since I got comfortable calling you in a special name that I’d prefer to. Every time I hear myself saying the word, I know you would slightly smile and get confused.

It has been a month since I started to use my phone as a daily dose of keeping myself up just to feel your presence through screen. Every time your name popped up, I know you would only want me to reply as fast as I could.

It has been a month since I confessed my feelings for you. Every time I recall those moments, I know you would remember how impossible it was for me to like you. You always think that it was just a joke or I was just hanging around.

It has been a month since I developed an emotion towards you. Every time I say I like you, I know you wouldn’t know what to reply to.

It has been a month since your perfume lingered in my nostrils. Every time I smell your scent, I know you would only tease me.

It has been a month since I considered you a home. Every time my day went tiring or exhausting, it’s you who I want to end the day with and I know you’re still wondering why it has to be you.

It has been a month since I felt safe within your hands. Every time you hold it, I never want to let go.

It has been a month since you introduced me with your friends. Every time you asked me out, I know you would want me to come because you said it’s gonna be fun.

It has been a month since my feelings grew into something I never expected it to be. Every time I call you, it’s like an assurance for me that whenever you pick up the phone late in the middle of the night, there might be a reason why. I let myself assume that you love talking with me too.

Whenever you pick up the phone, you never knew how happy I was to be spending more 12 minutes with you before I go to sleep.

Whenever you pick up the phone, I always thought that we will be running out of topics but I guess it’s you that made me talkative enough to create more stories to talk about just to save more 12 minutes with you.

Whenever you pick up the phone at 10pm, I know we will only last for 2 hours and 3 hours would be long enough for us to talk what have happened in our day, or what stupidity did we do, or whatsoever.

Whenever you pick up the phone I know there’s a thin line there of you asking me why do I have to call you every night, when in fact we’re always texting.

I know you’re still wondering why I pull all of these stuff on you.

My heart did it. My heart wanted to. Don’t wonder why because I told you already that I like you being around me and you know what? not talking to you even just in an hour or in just a day, makes me sad and miss you even more.

I became so clingy and I forgot that I was still courting you.

I became so clingy that I forgot to respect your time. Sorry. I just really really like talking with you.

I became so clingy that I tend to act as if you’re my girlfriend. If that offends you, I’m sorry. I almost forget where I should stand. It’s just that I love you.

I hope you don’t get tired of me.

I hope you don’t get tired of picking up the phone.

I hope you’ll also learn when to drop the call and face it through if you’re sleepy already ‘cause I won’t get mad at you.

I hope you’ll learn when to decide and to speak up with all of your agonies in life ‘cause I will always be here listening.

I hope you’ll learn when to ask question by yourself and not turning the tables. Because I know, you also have questions stuck there but you don’t know how to let it out. Don’t be afraid of asking. Be afraid that you won’t be able to ask the same question anymore. We don’t have all the opportunities in this world but with you, I can make myself create an opportunity of my own.

I won’t let any other things hinder me from doing what I love.

I hope you’ll learn to say I love you without worrying I might get the wrong idea because I already know what it means.

I appreciate every little moment we have had through the phone.

Everything we talked about, I won’t forget it just like the scent of your perfume. I think I will always remember you not just at night, but also during the daylight. I love you more than words.

To the girl who I call late at night and still wonders why, sleep as much as you can and by the time you wake up, I’m still there. Waiting.

I love you.

Take care.

-R.

04.06.19