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catsofcalifornia · 2 years ago

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Daffodil and Tulip from Animal Rescuers Without Borders in San Diego, California

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Hello! My name is Tulip, but you can call me Miss T!

I am looking for a furever family who is READY for a lifetime companion in me.

Let me tell you a little about myself now that I have lived in a foster home in San Diego. I was rescued from a high kill shelter in San Bernadino when my foster mom read about my plight being red listed for lack of space. I found myself in that shelter when someone turned me in as a stray. I was exited from the shelter a couple of days later along with another feline friend who happened to be rooming in a kennel next to mine who also had the same fate as me AND another friend. So, our foster mom named us Daffy, Tulip and Sebastian and away we went to safety. She made room in her home for us all and Daffodil and I ended up being roomies in her spare bedroom while the boy named Sebastian took the bathroom. We were saved the first week of march and had to wait to be ready for adoption since we were ALL extremely sick with nasty shelter germs that made us sickly with what they called a upper respiratory infection. Our foster mom had to give us daily medications, fluids and help us eat because we all had lost our appetite, we were a little depressed remembering what we had to endure in the streets and then that shelter. Once we realized we had lucked out being chosen and under a loving safe home we decided to trust humans and slowly got to know them and trust them. We are SO happy now and our quarantine and medical has been finally finished and we are now READY to find loving families of our own so this amazing human can continue to help friends we left behind who will also need her home to be saved. To find the right family for me, this is what our foster mom has to say about me on 03/29/23 "........

Tulip and her best friend Daffodil were rescued together from a high-kill shelter in San Bernardino. They were found together in a field. It is not certain if they are siblings, but they sure act like best friends! Tulip is about one year old and is a tabby over white domestic short hair. She is on the smaller side but big personality! She loves to rub up against her human and give lots of head bunts. She enjoys sleeping in her cat tree by the window and acting as the neighbor watch. She also likes playing with her rainbow string toy and scratching on her cardboard scratcher. She will also get on your lap and love on you. Tulip would do best with her friend Daffodil in any home. She is not phased by household activity, and just wants to hang out with her partner in crime. ..... Daffodil is about one year old and is a medium haired black and white kitty. She is more on the petite side. Daffodil is so curious about everything! She likes to follow her human around everywhere and check the surroundings out. She enjoys hanging up on the highest part of the cat tree and rolling around with her catnip toy. If you stand there she will put her paws out to love on you as she's purring. Daffodil would do best with her friend Tulip in any home. She is not phased by household activity, and just wants to hang out with her partner in crime "

I have EXCELLENT Manners in the 'sand box' and I do like to look out the window but never tried escaping, I am content with this lifestyle. I have only lived in the same room as Daffodil and we are friends, NOT sure how I would be in a home with other cats BUT I am happy to try it if you would like to foster to adopt me. However, I do know I would LOVE to stay with my friend Daffy, if you are open to adopting us friends? I think I would be happy as a single cat as well, but I just wanted to mention I enjoy the companionship of my friend "Daffy" as well. I have not lived or seen dogs so I am not sure how I would feel around them, nor have I lived with little humans called 'children' but I suspect they would be good friends to have, especially if they want to adore me and present treats through the day for me.

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migilini · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Can you do another request for Charlie Gillespie? Can it be the 5 times he tries to propose and the one time he actually does? Thank you!!

Fifth Time Works A Charm - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I loved writing this, especially because I’m procastinating to write the next Chapter for my Luke ff. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Requests are open!

Words: 3k

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He knew from the moment he kissed you goodnight on your second date that you were the one he was gonna marry one day. He loved the way you always complained about back pain, yet you never sat normally in any chair and the way you still paid attention to him when he talked about a topic you had no clue on. The spark in your eyes and the curve of your lips when you laughed at one of his awful jokes. Every Morning he woke up next to you was a good one and he loved you more and more everyday. He was totally and completely whipped for you that wasn't the hard part, finding the right moment to propose was.

The two of you were on vacation in Hawaii at the same resort the two of you accidentally met a couple years ago and learned that you actually only lived 30 minutes away from each other. You were laying on the beach, the soft towel brushing your skin slightly, a big sun hat shielding your eyes and face from the hot sun.

Cold drops of water hit your exposed stomach “Baby look, the water is so nice!” more water hit your warm skin. Screeching you sat up and saw your boyfriend standing over you, with a big smile while he wrenched out his hair, letting all the cold water hit you.

“It's cold.” you giggled. “And you're warm!” He dropped on top of you, instantly cooling you down with his cold skin. You tried to protest but he was faster and stronger than you are. Putting his elbows around your face, he lifted some weight off of your chest then he stared at you.

“Hmm? What are you staring at me for?” you asked, amusement evident in your voice. “You just look very beautiful right now. You look relaxed.”

Blushing, you cupped one of his cheeks and responded “Thank you handsome. I am relaxed, really needed this getaway.” He smiled and leaned down a bit to kiss your forehead, your nose and then your lips. You savoured the saltines that lingered on your lips for a second longer before he pulled away. He got off of you and rested on his own towel.

Sitting up a bit more, you pulled out your book and read for a bit, when suddenly something made your toe wiggle. Looking over the border of the book, you noticed that Charlie wanted your attention. You looked at him for a moment, taking in his small smile.

“I have something planned for tonight.” He said and buried your foot in the sand. “Yeah? Care to tell me what it is?”

“Nope that's gonna be a surprise! Let's get back to the room and get ready.”

He told you to get dressed casually yet fancy so you wore your hair up in a bun, light makeup with a bold red lip and a flowy maxi dress. You were sitting on the hotel bed when you heard someone vomiting.

“Babe? You okay?” you questioned and walked to the bathroom door. “Did you eat something weird?” the door opened and you were faced with a pale Charlie. “Oh baby.” a small frown sat on your face when you saw him. “Let's stay in. We can do your surprise tomorrow when you feel better, okay?” Pouting, he shook his head “No. I feel fine, let's go.” he went to grab your hand but you took a small step back.

“Charlie, you're sick. There's no harm in staying in today. Health first, adventures second okay?” His shoulders dropped in defeat, there was no way he could convince you to still go out, so he nodded and followed you back to the bed. But before, in a second that you went to grab a water bottle, he pulled a small black box from his pockets and stuffed it back into his suitcase.

Unfortunately he was sick for the rest of your trip.

You and your boyfriend Charlie were chilling on the couch in the living room. Charlie was responding to some emails while you scrolled through instagram. The radio was on in the background, filling the room with soft music. It was late evening and you put some candles on and turned up your little lights that were scattered all over the place to make it cozy.

Your ears picked up the familiar tune of ‘It's been a long long time by Harry James’ and a big smile spread on your lips. You jumped up, throwing your phone somewhere on the couch and started pulling on Charlie's arm. “Dance with me.”

“Baby I’m working.” he said with a grin, already closing his laptop.

“Please just dance to this song. It's our song babe! Then I won't annoy you the whole day.” you pleaded, jumping from one foot to the other, while still pulling on his arm.

“Okay. Just this song. I know how much you love it.” He stood up, his arms finding your waist as you interlaced your hands behind his back. Your manicured fingers immediately start playing with his longer hair. The two of you swayed to the music, he was humming along to the music, while you closed your eyes. He dipped you, waking you laugh. Then you twirled him around your arm. The song came to your favorite part and you wholeheartedly sang along, beaming up at your boyfriend.

‘Kiss me once’ You gave him a kiss on the shoulder and he kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer into his chest.

‘Then, kiss me twice’ You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose.

‘Then, kiss me once again’ finally you kissed his lips. Charlie hummed in approval, tightening his grip on your waist.

Slowly the song came to an end when your phone started to ring. Charlie looked at your expectantly, waiting for you to pick it up.

“If it's important they'll call again.” you muttered with your face pressed against his shoulder. Sadly for you both a second later it began to ring again. Groaning the two of you left your little bubble as you picked up your phone.

“Oh hi grandma. How have you been?” You excused yourself with a swift kiss on his cheek and left the living room, leaving behind a lonely boyfriend.

“We got a special request to play this song today.” The radio host announced “I hope she said yes man!”

You just finished your last exam of the last semester of college. You were done. Finished. Now you only have to wait and see if you're actually gonna graduate or if you have to repeat the semester. Still, you felt like celebrating. Charlie had interview after interview scheduled for today so you didn't tell him right of the bat. You spent the day doing some mundane household tasks and grocery shopping. The moment your boyfriend was finished for the day, he ran out of your office to search for you.

You laid on the couch, watching a new netflix series when you heard footsteps approach. “You’ve done it baby!” he pulled you off the couch and twirled you around. Giggling you answered “I haven't graduated yet.”

“And? You will, I'm sure of it because I have the smartest girlfriend in the world and she just finished her last test. This needs celebration!” he left small kisses all over your face.

Due to the pandemic, you had to stay in the appartement to party. You didn't care though. Charlie ordered something from your favourite italian place and you pulled out the wine from your kitchen cabinet. Somehow the food took ages to arrive and to pass the time you decided to open the bottle.

Wine always had an interesting effect on the two of you, especially on an empty stomach. Charlie got very needy and you always blacked out during the night (He does too but he won't admit it). But the one thing both of you had in common was the touchyness. It wasn't like you two were not always touching when you were sober, it was just that wine drunk Charlie and you took it to a whole other level. By the time you were on your third glass, you wondered if Charlie even ordered the food.

“Could I have this dance with you ma lady?” Charlie held out his hand and bowled a little. You put down your now fifth glass of wine and stood up, taking his hand in yours.

“Oh, yes of course.” This dance was different from the dance you had a couple of nights ago. It was more of a makeout session than a dance. At some point he picked you up, so your legs were wrapped around his torso, yet he still swayed to the non existing music.

“I love you.” You murmured against his lips.

“I love you more.” he said and pulled away slightly.

“No way that's possible.”

“Oh really?” he raised his eyebrow.

“Marry me then.” he whispered looking you in the eyes with a spark in his.

“Yes! I do!” You slurred and kissed him harshly. A smile spreading on both of your lips.

You woke up the next morning with an aching headache and practically no memory of the evening before. You turned over to see Charlie sleeping next to you. You slowly traced the outline of his face. He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Hi” he croaked out in his morning voice that still made butterflies rise in your stomach. “Hey. How much do you remember?” You asked him sheepishly. He pulled you in with his arms, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Not much to be honest and i'm guessing you don’t either?” You only shook your head.

“I remember that our food somehow didn't arrive.”

Next time Charlie should really read the text of the restaurant he orders from, because there was a perfectly cooked meal waiting in front of your door.

Charlie missed his best friend and you knew this. So you arranged a little get together with Owen and Jeremy at Owen’s new apartment. Your plan was to drive down from Canada, make a quick weekend stop at Owens and then make your way to your apartment in LA.

Currently it was a monday morning and you were still at Owens. His guest bed was just so comfortable it was harder than normal to get out of bed. On this particular morning, you woke up to an empty side of the bed and some talking from the living room.

Lazily, you put on one of Charlie's hoodies, some cozy socks and a beany. You shuffled to the living room where you assumed the boys would be sitting, not realising that you interrupted a conversation.

“I don't know man. Everytime I have something planned it goes wrong.”

“Look Char, In my experience the chance will… morning y/n.” Jeremy was quick to notice your figure shuffling towards them, your eyes scanning your phone. The boys tensed up and quickly tried to do a normal activity.

“Morning everybody.” You smiled at them. “Am I the last to be up?” you asked and only got noods in return. Still too sleepy to notice the atmosphere, you made your way over to your boyfriend, who was standing at the kitchen aisle, wrapping your arms around him from behind and nuzzling your head into his back. Your hands instantly go under his hoodie and on his bare skin to warm your hands.

“Kofe…” you mumbled into his back, barely audible.

“What?” Owen asked, confused while he sat on the kitchen counter, eating a toast.

“She wants some coffee.” Your boyfriend translated with a smile.

“Oh.. I just used the last capsule... I’m so sorry” Jeremy apologized and offered you the last sip of his cup of coffee.

“I’m fine, I'll survive thank you though Jer.” You yawned, releasing yourself from cuddling Charlie, knowing you're not gonna be fully awake without a cup of coffee. Your boyfriend also knew this and eyed you closely, then he leaned over to whisper in your ear that he's gonna get you a coffee after his workout. He looked at you lovingly and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Jesus Christ man, you're whipped. Just ask her.” Owen said while rolling his eyes. The second the last words left his lips all the boys looked at eachother with wide eyes. Owen went to cover his mouth with his hands.

“Ask me what?” You asked in a soft tone and turned to your boyfriend who had a really panicked look on his face.

“I- I-uhm…” he stuttered, fiddling with his fingers.

“Charlie here wanted to ask you if you would mind staying one more day.” Jeremy came to the rescue and sent Owen a mad look, while he pulled one of his arms over Charlie's shoulder, who gave him a thankful nudge.

Your face softened “Of course bubby! If it's okay with Owen it's okay with me, we have no hurry to head to LA. I love spending time here. Gotta teach Owen a few tips and tricks of living alone.” you sent a wink in the blonde boys direction.

At this point Charlie nearly gave up on asking you to marry him, maybe it was a sign from the universe that the two of you weren’t ready for that commitment yet. You were both still so young and just started with your careers.

He looked over at your mess of curls that spread all over the pillow case. The peaceful up and down from your chest and the small smile on your slightly opened lips as you slept. He had to ask you to marry him, there was no way he wouldn't.

The sunlight peeked through the curtains and illuminated the bedroom on this sunday morning in a pretty yellow. You opened your eyes as you heard something shift beside you.

“Where are you going?” You asked, squinting your eyes that still needed to get used to the light.

“Just for a walk baby. Go back to sleep.” He pushed some hairs back that touched your face. Pouting, you put your much smaller hand on his hand that laid on your face.

“Noo. Don't go. Come back to bed.” you whined, leaving kisses on his hand. He sat there for a while, contemplating if he could say no to your face. In the end he sighed and you felt the mattress next to you go down.

“Thank you for staying.” you whispered and pulled him closer, letting your head rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and he shifted in a comfortable position, so that you were basically laying on top of him. With the tip of your fingers you drew little constellations on his chest and he played with the strands of your hair.

“Charlie?” You broke the silence and went to look at his face, propping your chin on your hand.

“What's on your pretty mind?”

“When will you ask me to marry you? Or should I ask you?” You finally asked the questions that have been running through your mind for months now.

He stopped breathing for a second, stunned at your declaration. A wide smile broke out on his lips and he started laughing. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Is that such a funny concept?” You asked, slightly hurt. “I thought you wanted to do it in Hawaii but then you were sick and I also heard you and the boys talking about something. Plus I found the ring.” you admitted.

Charlie shifted again so you were both sitting up and facing each other. “You found the ring?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah I put some of your stuff into the drawer and it fell out. I didn't look at it though! I still wanted that part to be a surprise. But you never asked, so im gonna do it, fuck the gender norms. Charlie Jeffrey Gillespie will you...”

“Oh my god. Baby no.” he chuckled and cupped your face, making you stop in the middle of the sentence. “I had so many different ideas planned but something always came in between me actually asking you. So let me do it right.”

He got up from the bed and pulled out the little black box from one of the drawers in your bedroom.

“Uhm… could you maybe stand up?”

You obliged eagerly, your hands shaking like crazy.

And then it was finally happening. Your boyfriend got down on one knee and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“This wasn't at all how I originally wanted to do it but now thinking about it, it's just perfect. I knew pretty early on that you were gonna be the girl I marry one day. I know we’re both still very young but I couldn't imagine myself spending my life with anybody else other than you. You're the person I want to wake up next to every morning and the person I miss the most when I’m away. So would you do me the honours and make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” he took out the ring with shaking hands, while you tried to stop the sobbing. You got on your knees as well and cupped his face, whipping away some tears.

“Yes! One million times yes!” You kissed him softly, afraid that this was all a dream. Charlie pushed the ring on your finger and lifted you up, kissing you again and again with a tear soaked face and a smile that hurt his cheeks.

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mrs-gucci · 3 years ago

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A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit).

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it.

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time.

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon.

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal.

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber.

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand.

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright.

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building.

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down.

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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aereres · 4 years ago

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4 times you pressed play on your song + 1 time he did - Auston Matthews

Summary: Basically, what it says in the title lmao

A/N: This was so random lmao, don’t even ask why I got this idea

Word Count: 2,2k

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Song: Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

"God, I missed date nights so much," Auston whispered, letting his arms slide around your waist and nuzzling his face in your hair. You detached your eyes from the sizzling pan in front of you, sending him a quick smile as you let one of your hands trace his tattoos.

"Well, I missed you so much," you whispered, grabbing the wooden spoon and using it to mix the pasta that had just been put inside a pot. "Can you pass me my phone?"

He obliged, his warm embrace leaving you for a small moment before he was back behind you, holding you close to his chest as he overlooked your cooking. After fiddling with your device for a bit, you pressed play, the intro of one of your favorite songs filling the walls of Auston's condo, making you lean your head back into his chest.

You look so wonderful in your dress I love your hair like that

You turned around in Auston's grasp, finally facing him as you let your hands tangle themselves behind his neck, his own arms never leaving your waist. Your cheek pressed itself against his chest as soon as he started swaying the two of you around the kitchen, feeling the slow thump of his heartbeat.

The way it falls on the side of your neck Down your shoulders and back

He kissed the top of your head just before resting his chin on the same spot, letting the soft rhythm of the music lull the two of you into a stage of calmness. His hands were soft against your body, moving from your smaller back towards your cheek, rubbing the skin there gently.

We are surrounded by all of these lies And people that talk too much

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop missing you," Auston chuckled, letting you pull apart from him just to let your eyes find his. You leaned on the tip of your toes, arms still wrapped around his neck as you leaned in for a kiss

His lips, just as soft as you remembered them to be, were gentle, but not hesitant. He pulled your body even closer to his as he got lost in the kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before he pulled away to breathe in some fresh air. His forehead rested against yours, your bodies continuing their dance to Ed Sheeran's voice.

You got that kind of look in your eyes As if no one knows anything but us

Should this be the last thing I see I want you to know it's enough for me 'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need

Your heart started beating out of your chest as you finally found the courage to say those three words back to him, your hands resting flat against his chest, making him look down at you.

"I love you," you whispered, getting lost in his dark orbs all over again, a small smile appearing on your lips as soon as he kissed the top of your head, trying to hide his teary eyes from you.

"I love you, too," he said gently, his forehead leaning against yours. Your moment was interrupted by the smell of burnt food that filled the room, right next to the sound of water hitting the burning stove.

"Shit!"

II.

"I'll probably just spend some time at home, eating take out," you chuckled, answering Auston's question about your Christmas holidays plans. "Calling my family, missing you,"

Auston was silent as he listened to you, trying not to focus too much on your fingertips tracing his tattoos. "That has been my Christmas for a while now," you joked, eyes finding the fireplace as you cuddled closer to him to find more warmth. "What are your plans?"

"My family is going to Los Cabos," he said after a beat, dropping the hand that was playing with your hair to your waist. You hummed grabbing your phone to change the song, deciding to let the soft tune of 'Tenerife Sea' play.

"When are you leaving?"

"On the twenty-second," he mumbled. Ed Sheeran's voice was the only thing that could be heard as the two of you stayed in silence. You felt Auston's heartbeat quicken when he pressed a quick peck to the top of your head. "I was wondering if you wanted to join us? Breyana has been begging to see you for ages,"

You bit your lip to hide your too-excited smile, your own heart going wild against your ribcage as you lifted yourself up from his chest to properly look at him. "And I know you've been wanting to go on vacation for a while,"

"I- uh, I'll have to think about it," you whispered, pecking his lips before getting back to your previous position, your head lying against his chest. "I don't want to intrude, you know?"

"My parents love you, Y/N, and my sisters do, too," he said. "We'll just relax on the beach, have some fun,"

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, straddling his waist as you gently kissed his lips. "I won't waste a chance to see you shirtless," you giggled.

"Is that a yes?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Count me in,"

III.

The sand was cold against your feet as you clung close to Auston, his hand gently playing with your hair as he stared at the moon. The sound of waves crashing was the only thing you could hear apart from his heartbeat, bringing you to a state of calmness.

The annual trip to Los Cabos had been a dream. You had managed to get even closer to Auston's sisters and mom, to have a great time, and to spend every single moment of the vacation with him.

"I don't want to go back home," Auston mumbled quietly, his hand still playing with your hair. "I feel so relaxed here,"

"Same," you agreed, letting your eyes gaze at the stars before finding his orbs again. When the warm, salty water hit your toes, you remembered the song. Your song.

You scrambled for your phone, finding it in the back pocket of your jeans, before letting the melody fill the air. Auston chuckled, his eyes finding yours as you rested your head against his chest again.

'Tenerife Sea' had quickly become your song after the events in the kitchen back in Toronto, and the gentle melody started to hold all of your best memories with Auston, from lazy mornings in bed, to romantic getaways during the off-season.

"I feel like you're obsessed with this song," Auston chuckled, taking your hand and making you twirl gently. You stumbled back in his grasp, your palms resting flat against his chest as you giggled.

"Aus, this is our song, now," you explained, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. "I'll never stop playing it,"

He chuckled, leaning down to press a swift kiss on your lips before looking back up at the moon. "I'm so in love," he sang along softly, slightly out of tune as he held you close.

"So in love," you took the lead, singing back just as out of tune as he did, a laugh escaping his lips as you clumsily dragged his body along with yours in a silly dance. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment with the love of your life as the two of you jammed to your song, your bodies close.

Auston's hands gingerly slipped away from yours, but you kept dancing, turning your back to him as you twirled gently. When you finally turned around and opened your eyes to pull him back in your dance, he was on one knee, holding up a small velvet box.

"Aus-" you whispered, teary eyes gazing at him as he smiled nervously.

"Will you marry me?"

IV.

You giggled as you watched your grandma interact with your husband, Auston's hand on your smaller back as you leaned against his side. Your heels had been killing your feet, and he was trying to be as helpful as he could, handling most of the conversations thrown your way.

Your name was called from the other side of the place where the reception was taking place, the DJ waving his hand as he tried to catch your attention. You could see some of Auston's teammates bringing in the projector, and the white sheet had been rolled down just for the occasion.

"We're ready," the DJ smiled your way, showing you his laptop screen where the video was ready to be played.

"You guys need anything?" You asked with a smile, ready to grab the guys a water bottle or anything they needed. "I feel like that's the only way I can thank you,"

"Just go on the dance floor, alright?" Mitch stated, giving you a quick hug before pointing at your heels. "And get those off, you're going to break an ankle if you don't get rid of those,"

You giggled before handing him your shoes, a small yelp leaving you when they announced your moment loudly. Auston looked at you from the other side of the room, a smile on your lips as you pressed play on the computer.

As quickly as you could, you sprinted towards him, dragging him on the dance floor just as Ed Sheeran wished you a happy life together as husband and wife. "I can't believe you've done this," Auston chuckled, his warm palm finding your smaller back when the chords of 'Tenerife Sea' filled the room. "How did you even get Ed Sheeran to record us a video?"

"Justin helped me out," you admitted, letting your arms wrap around his neck as you started to slow dance. "I couldn't just forget about our song,"

Auston chuckled, kissing the top of your head as other people started joining you on the dance floor. As you looked around, Steph and Mitch were quietly dancing, and right next to them were Auston's parents, having their own moment.

An excited Felix stood to the side, his tail wiggling as Breyana tried to hold him back from sprinting towards the two of you.

"I love you," you whispered, your hand gently playing with the hair at the back of his neck as you let your head fall against his chest.

"I can't believe you're finally mine," he mumbled quietly in your ear. "Mrs. Matthews sounds good on you,"

You giggled, looking up at him before kissing his lips. "I do think it sounds really good, actually," you joked, letting your hand cup his cheek as you went back into your relaxed state. "I don't want this night to end,"

"Me neither," Auston sighed with a smile, his fingers tracing figures on your smaller back. "But, I can't wait to have you in our bed, later,"

"Auston!"

+ I.

Auston woke up to the distant sound of Connor's whines, the lights coming from the cloudy city coloring the master bedroom in a dark shade of grey. His eyes found your sleeping body, cuddled gently against his side. He kissed the top of your head swiftly before making his way towards the nursery, where his newborn son was fussing.

"Hey, buddy," he whispered, a smile on his features as he gently lifted the baby in his arms. Connor's small head rested against his chest as Auston moved around the house, settling on the couch.

He pressed a few buttons on his phone until the familiar melody of 'Tenerife Sea' filled the room, making him sigh out. Connor was out in less than a couple of minutes, and Auston was equally as tired from all the waking up during the night, which led to him falling asleep, too.

You woke up after you heard the familiar tune repeat itself multiple times, your body still tired. You left the comfort of the bed to go search for your husband, only to see him cuddling with Connor, both of them sleeping.

Auston had taken his role as a dad seriously, which resulted in him having as much skin-to-skin contact with Connor as possible, just like the nurses had told him. You were sure the baby already had him wrapped around his finger. What you hadn't noticed, though, was the lack of facial hair on your husband's features.

You walked closer to your boys, lying a small kiss on your son's forehead before letting your hand card through Auston's hair, waking him up. "Hey, babe," he grumbled, protectively holding Connor close to him.

"What happened to your beard?" You asked, trying to hide a giggle as he touched his own skin. "And your stache, you loved it so much,"

"Shaved them off last night while I was waiting for the bottle," he mumbled, scratching the sleep away from his eyes as he sat back up, facing you. "I didn't want to hurt the baby with my scruff, so I just shaved it all off,"

You shook your head with a giggle, leaning down to peck his lips as you started swaying your hips to the music. "How am I the one obsessed with this song when you listen to it every day?" You joked, helping him up on his feet and letting him pull you in closer.

"Honey, this is our song," he mocked you, making you chuckle. "And Connor seems to love it, too. Ed definitely relaxes him,"

You leaned up to kiss Auston's lips, leaning your forehead against his soon after.

"I'm so in love," you sang along softly, eyes closed as you let yourself relax against Auston's body.

"So in love,"

Taglist: @thirsthy-bitch @bellaguarneri @celestialblae

#auston matthews #auston matthews x reader

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riversmithmelody · 3 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: The Doctor/The Master/River Song, Thirteenth Doctor/River Song, Missy/River Song Characters: River Song, Missy (Doctor Who), Thirteenth Doctor, Susan Foreman, Irving Braxiatel Additional Tags: Reunions, Happy Ending, Fluff, riverdoctorpromptweek, Sunsets, Happily ever after only means time Series: Part 6 of River & Doctor Prompt Week 2021 Summary:

“Everyone is asleep even mother.” Susan said and there was humor in her voice. “Well Hope and Melody are still in the kitchen and talking about stuff I don’t want to know about, but they don’t count.” River shot her granddaughter a look that was more fondness than the warning it probably should have been. “Don’t be mean to your sister.” She scolded lightly and Susan beamed. “Grandfather would be proud of me.” She countered and River didn’t need to ask which one Susan meant. She just shook her head.

*** River waits for the sun to set and her spouses, but this time she isn't alone and she knew's she's loved.

This kind of is a continuation of my first Prompt "The Price of Freedom" Excerpt beneath the cut!

River watched as slowly, the sun set. Turning the bright orange sand of the Gallifreyan desert into a bloody red sea. Once upon a time she had feared this. Sunsets and what they brought, because after all there was only one night left with her husband. Her beloved idiot, before her story would end. She never anticipated that her story would only begin with a sunset.

It started with 24 years and ended with her waking up in the cluster of Gallifrey with the voice of a woman in her head.

Thank you for showing me love .

The words still rattled her from time to time. She would wake up to them. With the taste of time vortex on her tongue and the happy laughter of a child in her ears. Especially after first Theta and then Koschei left her alone on Gallifrey to see the universe and live the live River already had lived through. Still the voice haunted her more and more often the closer they came to the Time War.

“Aunt Patience's!” A cheerful voice called and River turned just in time to catch the little body of her youngest niece.

“Hello darling.” River said and pressed a kiss to the Child's cheek.

“Aunt Patience's grandfather said I would meet my uncles today?” The child Ana as everyone called her, because nobody liked the name her parents had given her, was Brax’s youngest grandchild and like everyone in the family, beside her own kids and grandchildren, just called her Aunt Patience.

River’s smile faltered a bit and she sighed. “I sure hope so, but then remember what I told you my dear. My spouses do tend to forget that they have a time senses. Ana giggled and wiggled out of River’s grip to run over to the other children of the family.

“So it’s time?” Brax’s voice was calm and yet River could hear the slight excitement in it. He might not like to admit it, but he sure as hell was excited to see his little brother again.

“Mhm…” River muttered. It wasn’t the first time they stood here together. Next to the barn River had turned into a house for herself and her family. Looking at the desert for the whole night waiting for the sound of brakes and a blue police box. River sighed and leaned back against her brother-in-law. They had come a long way until here. Casual touched off affection. Nights curled up together in the hope of finding comfort. His spouse had died in the time war and River, who had been already alone for so many years at that point, had offered him the comfort of understanding. Their family hadn’t said a word about the closeness between them.

Understanding after all, everyone had lost someone. No matter how much research River had done. No matter how long she had talked to the high council. She hadn’t managed to save everyone.

It was one of the perks of being an archeologist with a focus on the Time War and more importantly Gallifrey. River, who was a child of the TARDIS and connected to every single TARDIS in Time and Space, had made the impossible possible and found a safe place for the children to hide. For everyone who wasn’t equipped to fight,she had found a hide out. She had saved billions of people by finding the cave system beneath the desert and hiding her people in there. And yet there had been so many lives lost. No matter how much regeneration energy was filling the air.

“Two-hundred and twenty-four years after the move.” River muttered. “That was mothers message that day. Meet me at sunset 240 years later.” River sighed and relaxed even furthering to Brax, when his arms came around to embrace her. “24 it’s…him. Only he would use that number. Only he knows the meaning of it, especially combined with the sunset.”

Brax hummed and then called out for the children to stop it. River smiled. In the beginning she hadn’t told anyone about the message she had gotten from the TARDISes when Gallifrey had been quantum locked. It was too personal and at the same time she had given up hope of seeing them again. But then just about a hundred years after the move as everyone called it, her husband had come. Her husband with the eyebrows. Furry burning in his eyes. Challenging Rassilon and eventually, banning him from their planet. River had watched all of it, from the shadows smiling. She had told the old man that he shouldn’t challenge her husband and shouldn't use his friends as pawns, but of course she was only a halfling. Not a full Gallifreyan no matter how many lives she had saved. River had watched her husband and led him through the Cluster, after all that was her territory. Nobody knew the cluster better than her. She had lived in it for centuries after all. Hidden away by Cal, until the voice had freed her.

Only after her husband had fled with another stolen TARDIS had River found it in herself to hope. Hoped to see her spouses again. After all he already had done it once, why wouldn’t he do it again? So River had waited for the 240th year to arrive and then spent every day next to her home staring at the dessert. Waiting night after night for them to arrive.

After a few weeks Brax had started to stand next to her and after she had told him what she was waiting for. Who she was waiting for, the rest of the family had started to stand with them. Rivers children first. Her two brilliant daughters, although one of them was a boy now. Then her grandchildren. Susan, who almost bounced with excitement over the thought of seeing her grandfather again. Hope next and then Melody. Melody, who never had met her Grandfather, even though he left long after the Doctor and Susan. The rest of her grandchildren, nieces and nephews soon started to play around them in the sand filling the silence with laughter and happiness. It was so much better this way. No heavy silence and sadness, that had been with her in the nights she had stood here alone.

“Stop worrying.” Brax muttered and then shouted for his grandson to stop harassing his cousins. River giggled and shot him a look.

“He’s becoming more and more like Koschei.” She teased and her brother shot her a look.

“Don’t you dare bring that up. It’s worse enough that Tony somehow managed to be nothing like his father, but Melody is the worst kind of mix of you and Koschei.” River only grinned. Oh yes her granddaughter was a whirlwind of mischief and trouble and she was way too clever for everyone's nerves.

“He will be so damn proud of her.” River muttered and looked away from the gangle of children to look back at the blood red sky.

“They will come soon.” Brax promised, but there was doubt in his voice. River understood, Brax hadn’t seen the way the Doctor had fought no matter the odds. River had seen him try and find a solution for her ending for years. Cal was connected to the internet and so was the TARDIS. She had spent centuries watching her husband brood over plans. Had seen them all fail and yet he never stopped.

“They will.” She said and it sounded so much more believable from her.

“Mother?” Rory came up the hill with a smile on her face. “The council just failed again to change the protocols.” Her daughter said once she was close enough and River started laughing. Brax too was smiling and Rory beamed with them.

“Did you take a picture of their faces?” River asked, still giggling and Rory nodded.

“Of course mothers, who do you think I am?” River brushed through the brown curls her daughter had in this regeneration. Rory looked so much like her fathers fourth regeneration this time around. Unlike Tony who was a perfect replica of his fathers first face down to the stupid goaty.

“Grandmother?” Susan came up to them now too. “I’m taking the children into the house.” She said quietly holding her little sister, Jane, in her arms. The four years old was peacefully sleeping against Susans shoulder. River nodded.

“Do that Susan.” She said and gently brushed a smudge of dirt from her grandchild's face. “Use the large living room and set it up so everyone can sleep there.” Hope, who had come up behind her sister, smiled brightly.

“Can we build a blanket fort again?” She asked and River nodded, winking st them.

“Of course. Your uncle and I will stay a bit longer.” Rory went back with her daughters to help bring all the children inside and River watched the large group disappear into the house.

#riverdoctorpromptweek #River Song #doctor who #fluff #sunset #Happily ever after #missy doctor who #river x thirteen #thirteenth doctor #just me indulging in my OT3

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mamichigo · 4 years ago

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Title: at the bottom (where the eyes can't see)

Pairing: Kokichi/Shuichi

Rating: G

Word count: 2,1k

Tags: Hope's Peak AU, Post Hope's Peak, Bittersweet, Fluff and Angst, Pre-Relationship, Aged-up characters

Summary: "Because, one year ago, Kokichi disappeared without a trace before he could even attend the graduation ceremony."

Shuichi meets Kokichi again.

Notes: Gift for participant #32 in the @kokichigiftexchange

"Ouma-kun?"

It's too early in the morning to encounter anyone; the only sound at the beach is the quiet murmur of the waves. A lone person stands where the waves come to lap at their bare feet, and the person shivers in what he can only presume is freezing water. Shuichi is compelled to attribute it to a Christmas phantom, a hallucination born out of wishful thinking.

But he recognizes that messy head of hair, the diminutive stature. Kokichi Ouma looks like he hasn't changed at all, just like he stepped out of one of Shuichi's restless dreams.

His feet crunch on the sand, and it's that rather than the whispered name that alerts Kokichi to his presence. He turns with eyes narrowed, but suspicion melts into recognition when he spots Shuichi. To his surprise, that look morphs into horror almost immediately. Kokichi takes a step back and looks around.

"You don't need to run away," Shuichi hurries to reassure him. "If you don't want to talk, that's… That's okay."

It isn't. Just insinuating it is makes him nauseous. Kokichi smiles in a cynic way that tells him he's still just as good at spotting lies. But, right now, as long as he can make Kokichi stay, Shuichi will tell as many white lies as necessary.

Because, one year ago, Kokichi disappeared without a trace before he could even attend the graduation ceremony.

"It's been awhile," Shuichi whispered.

Kokichi's shoulders hunch. Shuichi is sure that if he could, Kokichi would be putting up a physical barrier between the two of them. In the absence of that, he keeps his body language closed off, not even bothering to fully face Shuichi.

"It would've been much longer if I had my way," Kokichi snaps back. There's none of the joking, childish tone that used to always be in his voice.

"Your plan was to never see any of us again, wasn't it?" Shuichi muses to himself. He watches Kokichi's tense form. "Then, why are you here?"

Kokichi scoffs. "It's a big city, as if I ever planned to just accidentally bump into you. Or anyone, for that matter."

"No, but why would you still be in the city at all? It's not what you'd do, if you wanted to disappear."

Kokichi raises his eyebrows at him in challenge. Shuichi tries to tell himself he isn't trembling as well.

"I'd know. I looked for you."

Kokichi's eyes widen, and just for a moment, there's a crack in his mask. He bites at his bottom lip and a pained twitch appears at the corners of his eyes. Kokichi turns his head down and away, staring at something. Shuichi only now realizes Kokichi is clutching something in his hands.

"I wouldn't expect any less from the Ultimate Detective! Ah, you must be an active detective now, so I'm sure you have all kinds of resources at your disposal now. It wouldn't be hard to look for little ol' me, right?" Kokichi swirls to look at him. The smile on his face looks like it hurts his cheeks. "That's what it means to be an Ultimate, right?"

Shuichi shifts his weight, and realizes he has nothing to say to that. Kokichi was right. It was frighteningly easy to look into Kokichi's whereabouts, and even more terrifying to realize even then he couldn't find his missing ex-classmate.

Everywhere he goes, he sees his other classmates, even the ones he is no longer in contact with. On TV, billboards, online forums, on the news. Every single one of them, except Kokichi.

"What have you been up to all this time?" Shuichi asks, like he has done so many times to the silent copy of Kokichi that appears to him whenever he closes his eyes.

"This," Kokichi deadpans. "But that's not really the question you want to ask, is it, Saihara-chan?"

Shuichi looks to Kokichi's shoes, lying on the sand. To his clenched toes, dipped in water. To his fingers, almost purple at the tips where they clutch some mysterious box. Finally, he looks into Kokichi's eyes, and finds nothing but guarded apathy. Shuichi has gotten no better at reading Kokichi than he used to be when they were both attending Hope's Peak.

"What question do you think I want to ask?"

"Oh, please." Kokichi rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. "I'm not in the mood for the charades."

"That used to be all you were in the mood for."

"But we're not at Hope's Peak anymore, are we?"

Shuichi opens and closes his mouth a few times, but can't settle on an answer. Shuichi swallows.

"But you're still you."

"Don't act like you know me."

"Ouma-kun…"

Shuichi tries to touch his arm, if only for the comfort of knowing this Kokichi is not an illusion, but Kokichi knocks his hand away before he can get close enough to do it. Kokichi pins him with an angry look.

"Is it just me, or have you gotten bolder, Saihara-chan? Assertive, even!" Every word drips with sarcasm. "My sincere congratulations!"

Shuichi presses his lips into a straight line. He looks away for a moment, and is reminded of how cold it truly is when a gust of wind makes goosebumps raise on his flesh. Shuichi watches Kokichi's still trembling figure.

"What are you doing here, Ouma-kun?" Shuichi asks again, dread at the back of his throat.

Kokichi hums in thought. He kicks at the water half-heartedly and winces when droplets of it fall on himself. He shakes the box in his hand, and it rattles.

"To dispose of useless things," Kokichi says.

"On a Christmas morning, in the middle of Winter?"

"What can I say, it's a little symbolic this way."

"What's inside the box?"

They look at each other for a moment that's a few eternities too long. Slowly, slowly, a smile tugs at Kokichi's lips. It's small and secretive; it's the same smile Kokichi had given him the last time they talked, framed by pouring rain and dark clouds. Shuichi's breath catches in his throat.

"Nothing worth remembering."

Perhaps it's the shock of the sudden memory that makes him stand there and watch as Kokichi raises his hands above his head and throws the box into the ocean. Kokichi turns like he means to leave, and the box falls into the water with a wet plop. Shuichi looks from one to the other, and chases after the sinking box.

He manages to see Kokichi whip his head back to look at him, but he doesn't have the time to think about that.

"Saihara-chan!" Kokichi yells when his body hits the water.

Shuichi takes a deep breath and dives. The freezing cold shocks him into almost inhaling the water, but Shuichi slaps a hand to his mouth and swallows the urge to gasp for breath. The seawater stings at his open eyes, but he has enough visibility to see the dark polish of the wooden box. Shuichi grabs for it and resurfaces with a gasp.

He doesn't get out of the water immediately, floating there and breathing with his eyes closed. His fingers are slippery, but he cradles the box to his chest and doesn't let go.

"Saihara-chan!" Kokichi yells again.

Shuichi raises his head slowly. Numbly, he waves to Kokichi. It takes some effort to drag himself out the water with his clothes weighing him down, but Shuichi manages to get back to shore.

Shuichi never imagined he'd spend his morning diving into the ocean, with a fuming Kokichi glaring at him. He almost laughs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Kokichi hisses. He gets into Shuichi's personal space, raised to the tip of his toes to grab Shuichi by the lapels of his coat. The seawater in his hair drips onto Kokichi's cheeks. "I know you can be stupid, but this is a new low!"

Shuichi nods numbly. "A-At least…" His teeth chatter. "At least I got it. The box."

Kokichi stares incredulously at the wooden box. Shuichi can nearly see it when the thread that holds him together snaps.

"You think I care?! I was here to throw that away, you idiot! This was supposed to be the last of— Of all this!" Kokichi shook him roughly.

"Wait, Ouma-kun, that hurts—"

"That stupid school, this city, this useless thing they called a talent. I'm getting rid of all of it."

Kokichi continues his barrage, and Shuichi has to step back when Kokichi gets too close. In the frenzy, they end up tangled in each other's feet, and they both fall painfully. Shuichi winces, but Kokichi isn't deterred. If anything, he looks all the more furious.

"You can't stop me from doing it, Saihara-chan," Kokichi says in a fervent whisper.

"You were trying to say goodbye," Shuichi realizes.

For a tense moment, neither of them speak. Kokichi is still furious above him, expression twisted. Shuichi has a feeling that, if he was capable of doing it sincerely, Kokichi would be crying. Shuichi wants to hug him.

He chuckles quietly.

"What are you laughing about?"

"That's the first time you've ever been this sincere with me," Shuichi says with a smile he knows is too soft.

Kokichi sighs exasperatedly and hangs his head. He ends up with his forehead to Shuichi's collarbone. He's still clutching Shuichi's coat tightly.

"I hate you," Kokichi says.

"I missed you," Shuichi answers.

He dares lay a hand on Kokichi's head, and though he flinches, he doesn't say anything about it. Shuichi runs his fingers from his scalp to the tip of his hair. He gently plays with the tips like he so starkly remembers Kokichi doing whenever he was focused on whatever thoughts were on his mind. Shuichi can see it, in his mind's eyes: Kokichi sitting on the table, legs crossed, grinning as he lies through his teeth about one thing or another.

He doesn't have the time to dwell on the memory, as Kokichi grows antsy in the prolonged contact. He pushes himself away and sits on the sand next to Shuichi. He's still within arm's reach, Shuichi notes as he sits up as well.

Kokichi forces him to remove his outer layer and offers his own coat in exchange.

"Thank you."

"Whatever."

Kokichi rests his cheek on his knee and doesn't bother looking at Shuichi again. Shuichi frowns, just a little bit, but concedes that at least Kokichi has yet to leave.

"Why did you disappear?" Shuichi asks.

"There it is, the million dollar question," Kokichi deadpans with a huff. He draws on the sand with his finger, and Shuichi can see he's pouting too. "Does it really matter?"

"I spent the last year searching for any clues of what might have happened to you." Shuichi allows for just a hint of steel to appear in his voice. "It matters."

Kokichi pauses for a moment. Then, he's right back to doodling. Shuichi can identify what looks like the hat he used to wear.

"There's only so much time you can spend on a farce. Every game has an ending. That's part of the fun too. You could say I got bored."

Shuichi observes him. He wonders if taking Kokichi's coat was a good idea, as he's shaking now more than ever. What he can see of his face is pale, with the exception of the underside of his eyes. He looks shockingly smaller. Shuichi realizes it's because his personality is so muted, a stark difference to how he presented himself so loudly before, impossible to ignore.

"Rather than bored, you just sound tired," Shuichi gently says.

"Thanks, Mr. Detective."

There is more to it than Kokichi is saying, but this is already more personal information than Kokichi would ever reveal about himself. They have time, enough for Shuichi to prod at his motivation, to peel the layers of what happened to Kokichi. He can only hope that's true.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Same thing I've been doing. Which is to say, nothing." Kokichi seems to remember something. He shifts a little to point at the box Shuichi is holding. "Ah, you can keep that. You went through the trouble of throwing yourself into the ocean for it, so you win."

"I didn't know we were playing," Shuichi jokes.

"Aren't we always."

Carefully, Shuichi undoes the clasp that holds the lid closed. Inside the box, they are a number of little trinkets that he doesn't recognize, and a few he does. He sees a star pin he had won for Kokichi in a festival.

At the bottom of it all, there are a couple of pictures. The one at the top had his own face smiling up at him, with a laughing Kokichi clinging to him by the neck, half raised off the floor.

Shuichi turns a fond smile at Kokichi, but he's still resolutely avoiding eye contact. Shuichi keeps that secret to himself, and reaches for his friend's hand instead. Just a touch of his pinky to Kokichi's. Kokichi twitches, but his hand stays right where it is.

"I'm glad I didn't let you throw it away."

#kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oumasai #danganronpa #ndrv3 #my writing

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Quarantine

When Chris’s honeymoon gets cancelled and Scott ends up getting quarantined with them to avoid New York, their lives turn to absolute chaos. This ended up being SO long!

“Can I, uh…?” Chris cocked his head at the door to their home office, where his wife of a full week was sitting at her desk. She nodded, turning off her microphone and getting up. She didn’t even know why they wanted her sitting in on that meeting.

“Yeah?” She asked as she joined him at the door. He smelled like the shaving cream he had just used in his shower.

“So, uh, Scott’s boyfriend might or might not be sick,” Chris started, eyes squinting like he was waiting for a blow. “And he can’t be around the kids, or Mom and Dad until he tests, so can we…?” She knew what he was asking before he even finished.

“Yes, he can stay here,” she sighed. “But no funny business, okay? I still have to work until I finish this project.” Chris grinned like a little kid whose parents said he can keep the stray dog.

“Thank you, I love you, and he’ll be here in two hours.”

“New York is three and a half hours away,” she reminded him, tilting her head.

“I know. I told him he could come an hour and a half ago.”

“Christopher!” She chided as he chuckled. “You have to make dinner tonight, then, because I’m not doing it.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “If you feed the dogs.” She rolled her eyes and went back to work. The next time she even looked up and out the window was when Scott’s car pulled up in the driveway and he began taking a suspicious amount of luggage from it. Chris ran to the front door, guarding Dodger and their puppy, Rex, from getting out. She stood up, ready to greet Scott from six feet away.

“No, no, no, you have to read the definition!” Scott exclaimed to his brother, holding his cards against humanity game in his hands. “It’s in the rules!”

“Because you go by all the rules!” Chris taunted back, shaking his head. “I’m not reading the definition of fuckin’ Bukkake in front of my wife.”

“You gotta!” Chris rolled his eyes but took his phone out of his pocket anyway, his face turning as red as a tomato as he read.

“A relatively common prono fetish that includes one sperm recipient, usually of the female variety, and at least 3 or more sperm donors,” Chris read, slapping his phone down on the wooden table. “There! Happy?”

“Oh, very,” Scott grinned like a mad man, so much so that it made Chris get up and whack the back of his head. She realized what was happening and held her arms out.

“Nope!” She said. “No fighting. Scott’s card is the winner, and…”

“Ha!” Scott yelled. “I won!”

“AND he has to go walk the dogs before they poop all over the house as punishment for making Chris read an embarrassing definition out loud when it isn’t even in the rules!” She finished, putting all of her cards down. Both boys exclaimed in disgust, but they stopped arguing. Scott stood up, and so did Rex, who was sitting under the table waiting for scraps that would never come.

“Maybe I should’ve gotten sick,” Scott groaned as he walked over to where they kept the leashes. Chris’s earlier disgust turned to laughter as he watched his brother gather the plastic bags they kept for a very specific purpose. Within a minute, Scott had both dogs leashed and was walking out of the door, while Chris cleaned up the six pack and two extras they’d had and she picked up the box of cards Scott had brought along.

“I can not believe you let him win!” Chris said as he poured the last few drops of a beer bottle down the sink drain. She smirk. “You literally married me last week!”

“And if it weren’t for Coronavirus, we would be swimming with pigs in the Bahamas! And drinking for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! And it would be socially appropriate!” Chris chuckled.

“It’s better to be stuck here than there, you know that.” He knew she was disappointed, and not just because she hadn’t moved her boarding pass from the dining room table. “But I was not about to have you getting sick and die of fuckin’ Coronavirus right after I marry you.”

“But pigs on a white sand beach, Christopher. Pigs.” He put the last of the bottles in the trash and slid it closed, then walked over to where she was standing sorting cards. He grabbed her from the back, hugging her tightly to him, and kissed the exposed skin on her shoulder.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, pulling her hair aside to kiss her again. She cringed at the feeling. “Give me about ten minutes.”

“Your beard tickles.”

“Get used to it. It’s a quarantine beard and it’s happening.” She giggled.

“How long do you think this’ll last?” He shrugged.

“I don’t know, but I can guarantee we’ll get stir crazy within a week.” She took in a deep breath.

“It better not last long because I’m going to need, just, like, an hour at some point.” Chris chuckled again, hugging her tighter.

“I’ll finish up here. You worked hard today. You should sleep.”

“And that’s why I love you,” she replied. “It takes minimal to no effort to get you to do things for me.” Chris scoffed, but watched her disappear up the set of stairs to their bathroom to take off the makeup she had been forced to put on for a meeting.

“Please tell me why you thought this was a good idea,” she groaned as she pushed the heavy couch toward Chris, who was standing on top of the dining room table, as she and Scott moved every single item of furniture around until it was in the same place it had been for the past six months.

“Because I thought the couch would look better exchanged with the loveseat and then the loveseat with the old armchair and the picture of the creepy sea captain with the sea shell thing you have?” Chris suggested. She just glared at him.

“Chris, we’ve been here for two hours.”

“You didn’t even let me have a water break!” Scott complained as he flopped down on the couch. Chris got down from the table, arms crossed against his chest.

“Well, what if we switched the piano with the sideboard? Then it would be easier to find the leashes and-”

“I,” she started to reply, “am not moving anything else in this house.” She sat down on the loveseat, putting her feet up on the coffee table. Chris leaned down to the floor to pet Dodger.

“At least my dog loves me,” Chris said.

“Dodger, come here!” Scott interrupted. The dog perked up his ears and left Chris’s lap for his brother, curling up against him immediately.

“We’re not talking to you until you make us quarantine grilled cheeses,” she said to Chris as he stood up.

“We’re going to run out of bread.”

“Not if I go get the sourdough starter from Ellie.”

“Ellie doesn’t live in this house.”

“But I can get it without even touching-”

“We will make our own bread!” Chris declared. “Nobody leaves this house unless it’s Scott because he’s sick.”

“Dude, thanks for giving me up.”

“Thanks for taking my dog.”

“How much longer are we going to be in actual prison?” She asked Chris as he laid back down in their bed holding a cup of coffee in each hand.

“How many mornings are you going to make me make this?” He asked in response, handing her the Dalgona coffee she saw on Tik Tok the day before.

“It’s good, so….” Chris sighed and put his arm between her head and the bed’s headboard, trying to wake up enough to understand what the TV was saying.

“… Has been extended through May 4th, 2020, with another possible extension…” Both of them groaned so loudly that Scott thought they were doing something else when he walked by. He walked into the room with his own cup of hot coffee, looking at the TV before his brother and sister-in-law.

“I’m not fuckin’ staying in this house until May 4th,” she said loudly. “Chris, make it go away.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, call the senators and make them stop it.” Chris rolled his eyes.

“Babe. That is not what ASP is about.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at her husband, mocking him much like Scott did.

“Don’t start with that again,” Scott said, “it’s great, but annoying.”

“You’re annoying.” Chris shot his brother a threatening look until he went back to the guest bedroom. “I don’t wanna stay here until May 4th either.”

“That’s Star Wars day.”

“Oh, hey, we could watch the new one,” Chris suggested. “Unless you lied and watched it without me.”

“Like how you took Miles and Stella and bought them lightsabers and didn’t get me one?” She pouted.

“Are you still mad about that?”

“As mad as when our honeymoon got cancelled because of Coronavirus.” Chris put his coffee down and hugged her close to him. “I wanted to fuck you on a beach.”

“And you will. You… already did, that one weekend in the Hamptons. But my point is…” The two dogs jumped up on the bed, joining their parents in a cuddle. “We’ll go when the stay at home is lifted, okay? I really don’t want to get stuck somewhere else or get sick. This shit’s serious.”

“I know.”

“And at least we can still spend time together. And I don’t have to be in LA next week.” Chris pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. She tasted like instant coffee. “I love you and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

It had been three days and she was waiting for the I’ll-make-it-up-to-you that Chris promised. He always made promises and always kept them, always, so it was only a matter of time before something was done. It had been two weeks since Scott tested negative at a drive-thru, too, so he’d finally gone to see his sisters and the kids. Rex and Dodger weren’t battling it out for some reason, instead on their respective beds on the floor on either side of the TV stand. She was on the couch, playing Animal Crossing for the third day in a row since she’d gotten it from Target drive-up. And Chris was, surprisingly, nowhere to be found. He’d been gone since he delivered her coffee that morning. Until she heard the back door slide open and Chris walked inside in the clothes he usually painted or cleaned in.

“Come outside,” Chris instructed. “I’m not letting you negotiate, come outside.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face, one that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Why?”

“Humor me, baby, please?” He asked, walking up to her and offering her a hand. He smelled like chemicals. For some reason, she loved him so much that she was about to cooperate with whatever scheme he had come up with to entertain them for the day.

“Why are you taking me to the backyard?” She was suspicious. The same kind of suspicious she was on the day that he proposed to her nine months ago. But Chris didn’t answer. He just kept holding her hand and leading her outside with a stupid smile on his face and a Patriots hat on his forehead to hide it. She reached the door and looked outside to where the pool had been covered since October, since Chris was too lazy to get it heated. But this time, he had opened the pool and balanced the chemicals and cleaned the algae out. He’d cleaned off the chairs and the tables. Her tan lotion and a towel was sitting on one of the chairs, Chris’s towel and water bottle on the other. He’d taken her old sorority cooler out and filled it with beer and White Claw. He’d tried to make the honeymoon they couldn’t have.

“Christopher,” she said as he dropped her hand. Her heart melted into a million fucking pieces at the sight, and she just looked over at him.

“Did I do okay?” He wasn’t playing – he was genuinely asking her if he did okay.

“Yeah.” Tears started coming to her eyes, too quickly to stop, and she stood up and kissed him. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.” He gave her a watery smile and a kiss on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug. “I promise we’ll go swim with pigs once quarantine is over. Now go put your swimsuit on so I can take it off.”

“You’re a fucking child.” She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, thanking him again, as she turned to go change clothes. That was when a certain SUV rolled up in the driveway and Chris’s demeanor changed.

“No,” Chris said to himself. Scott was back.

“Chris, it’s fine!” Chris didn’t listen, instead crossing the backyard to the gate and then the gate to Scott’s car, where he tried to wave him back inside.

“No, no, no, no, you said you were gonna be gone all day!” Scott turned off his car and got out.

“What?”

“I made… Oh, come on! Go back to Mom and Dad’s!”

“I was just there!”

“Then go play with Miles and Stella!”

“Why?”

“Because I made the Bahamas in the pool for my wife.” Scott scoffed. “I didn’t even show her the blow-up flying pig floatie I ordered off Amazon.”

“That’s all you needed to say, bud.” Scott patted his brother’s shoulder.

“What, I needed to say a flying pig floatie or…”

“Go spend some time with your wife, man. It’s fine. God knows when this thing is going to be over. You deserve a little happy.”

“Dude, I live here.” Scott shook Chris’s shoulder before slipping his sunglasses back on his face and slinking back into his car. Chris sighed happily, walking back to the backyard. She was standing there, phone in her hand, and only in the towel Chris had left out for her.

“Hey,” he replied, “good news, Scott…” He chuckled. “Are you filming this?”

“There’s a thing on Tik Tok where you go to your boys and drop your towel,” she said with a little sad face, thinking he wasn’t into it.

“Oh. Then go ahead.” She held her phone in the hand, dropping the towel, and watching Chris’s face light up.

“Thank you for making our Bahamas,” she said as she shut the phone off, having recorded his reaction. She reached for the towel on the floor, but Chris shook his head.

“There’s no way that’s going back on. If all I had to do was this to get this, then what will doing the dishes do?”

“Chris!”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #384

“watch your tongue or have it cut from your head”

Do you post to say happy birthday on other people’s walls? Sometimes. Depends on my mood and the person. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Idr. What’s your favorite television commercial? I don't watch TV enough at all to have one. And who has a favorite commercial, anyway? Do you trip a lot? I don't really trip a lot, but kinda fumble over my footing and stray a bit. I'm horrible at walking straight, and it's gotten worse as my legs have. How old is your television? The one in the living room is god knows how old. My parents were still together when they bought it. When did you last talk on the phone with someone? A couple days ago for my appointment with my psychiatrist. Are you currently sleepy? I'm quite convinced I'm permanently tired. Are you hot or cold natured? I am ALWAYS fucking hot, ugh. Do you take any advanced classes? I took mostly Honors classes in school. Do you have weak upper body strength? My body is just weak as a whole. What is the worst insult someone can call you? Emotionally weak. Are you good at sketching? If we're talking meerkats, haha. They're the only complex thing that I can freehand no problem without needing a reference, honestly. Ever play Angry Birds? Nah. I thought the movie was cute, though. Have you ever been to the zoo before? Yeah. Has anyone ever been weirdly obsessed with you? No. Are you afraid someone might steal your identity someday? It's not something I actively worry about at all. Like, you don't want my identity, I promise. Do you have any talents that come naturally? Growing up, adults always told me I was a "gifted" artist and writer. Also that I seem to have an unnaturally strong connection with animals. I've always been that person where a pet's owner is like "omg ____ never lets people do that" and whatnot. Have you ever had plastic surgery before? I haven't. It's funny though, how opposed to it I used to be... Like goddamn, I was such a fucking stupid and honestly judgmental teenager, regarding many things. I look back on her and cringe. Like damn dude, if you have a safe surgical procedure to help you enjoy the body you're stuck with the rest of your life, you go for it, boo. Are you afraid of airplane rides? Not really. What’s the best Valentine’s Day gift you’ve gotten? There was this one year where Jason had to go to work on Valentine's Day and I was super bummed, yet he still surprised me with a heart-shaped box of chocolates, roses, and a game I really wanted, Heavy Rain. I thought it was the sweetest. What is something you lose often? My phone. ;-; Do you enter a lot of sweepstakes? I don't enter any. Do you consider yourself physically active? *chuckles nervously* Do you have Netflix? Yeah. Favorite salad dressing? That Olive Garden replica you can buy at the store. Do you enjoy dancing? Once upon a time I did. My body could never handle it now. Have you ever considered writing a novel? Many times. Snow or sand? Snow, by twenty thousand miles. It is VERY hard for me to walk through sand, and I also hate hate hate hate HATE the sensation. Do you like sour candy? Heeeeeell yeah man. Have you gotten any injuries lately? If so, what & how? Nothing notable. Are you a clumsy person? Like you would not fucking believe. Last male you talked to in person? I think my primary physician's nurse. Are you thinking about asking anyone out? No. Pink lemonade or regular lemonade? Pink lemonade, for sure. But I love both. Chocolate or strawberry milk? CHOCOLATE. Strawberry milk is disgusting. Have you ever won a contest on the radio?No. Is there a song that reminds you of your best friend? There's quite a few. Has a book ever made you cry? Yes. Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up? Yes, for the time. Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? Not that I'm aware. What store or website would you most like a gift card for? Rebel's Market. How do you feel about wolves? I adore wolves. Beautiful, majestic creatures with very interesting social dynamics. Name your top 3 favorite musical instruments. Electric guitar, violin, piano. What was the last book(s) you bought at a bookstore? At an actual bookstore, I think it was The Fault In Our Stars, which I never actually read. Do you use Pinterest? Yes. Do you know any sign language? No. Do you have a favorite poem? No. Do you have a dog? No. The one we were pretty much stuck with has a home now. Have you ever read The Little House on the Prairie series? I haven't. Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No. Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? Yes, for dance. When (if ever) was the last time you went to church? Forever ago, I don't even remember the last time. What's a quote you think is really powerful? There's a whole lot. The first one that came to mind was, "An eye for an eye will leave the world blind," which I do believe has great depth in it. Have you ever had to do your laundry at a laundromat? Yes. Are you the oldest person who lives in your household? No. My mom is turning 60 (... I think?) this year. If you have tattoos, how long have you had them? I got my first the day I turned 18. Do you and your dad have similar personalities? We're alike in some ways, imo most notably in that we have NO fucking common sense, embarrassing as that is to admit. We're both kinda slow at understanding things, too. What were the last three things you had to drink? Mountain Lightning, milk, and water. What did your family usually do for Easter when you were a kid? Us three kids all got Easter baskets full of stuff, and we'd go egg-hunting when we were all awake. My little sister Nicole would always wake our parents up in excitement, haha. My parents hid plenty throughout the house, and there was always this one "special" egg that was actually from Mom's childhood and was extremely intricate and beautiful. You basically "won" the hunt if you found it, and it was extremely well-hidden. When you have house guests over, where do they sleep? Historically since living here, my two half-sisters and their spouses (the only people who've stayed over) slept in what is *technically* Mom's room, but for whatever reason this woman still insists on sleeping on the couch in the living room, I guess because she's used to it after all the years she didn't have her own room and bed. Are you emotionally stable? LOLOOLOLOOLLOLOOLOOLOLLOOLOLLLLLLLLLLL Do you still talk to the very first person you had sex with? No. Are you an atheist? No. I don't quite know how to define what I am, but since I believe there's SOME higher power, I don't think it's fitting to call me an atheist. What’s the largest bug you’ve ever found in your house? Hm... I'm unsure. Probably a male mosquito, 'cuz them bitches are big'ins. Would it annoy you if a stranger called you "sweetie?" If it was a man, I'd be creeped out. Are you into fashion design? Not really. What’s the worst thing you’ve gone through in the past year? My leg muscles continuing to degrade, honestly. I have to do something about this shit. How did you get your last bruise? I fell when stepping over the stupid dog gate. Have your parents ever forgotten your birthday? Yikes, no. Would you rather have some bacon or beef jerky? Bacon. Do you like your orange juice with lots or no pulp? NONE. Do you wear skinny jeans? Back when I wore jeans, they were the only kind I wore. What projects are you doing now for school? I'm outta school. What’s the most number of comments you have on a Facebook picture? What is the picture of? I have no idea. Do you like coconut flavored things? No. Have you ever met a famous author before? No. Do you know anybody who has been raped before? No, thank god. I know someone who might've almost been, though. I don't know what the fucking pig was going to do to her if my sister and I weren't there. Have you ever wished for bigger boobs? No. Being overweight, I just want smaller ones now, haha. Have you ever gone a full day without interacting with another person? I've gone many days without it. How many relationships have you been in that lasted less than a year? Four, if you're counting everyone that had the "boyfriend" title. Where were you going the last time you were on a plane? Home from Illinois. Where were you going the last time you were on a train? I've never been on one. Have you ever been significantly more physically fit than you are now? Holy fuck, yes. You would never guess now that I was perfectly healthy in high school especially, yet I still thought I was kinda fat. It hurts so much to look back on. When growing up, did you parents keep the house very tidy? I mean not excessively, but Mom was pretty dedicated to keeping the house in decent condition. With three kids though, of course the house was somewhat messy with toys and all. When you shop at IKEA, do you always stop to eat a snack/meal in the cafeteria? ... There's a fucking cafeteria in a furniture store? o_o I've never been there before. How many watches do you own? None, save for one in my "treasure box" from when I was a kid. I was SO SO SO obsessed with Finding Nemo that I kept my broken one. I did the same with my horribly aged sneakers, like the soles were coming off and Mom finally made me stop wearing them, ha. Are there any ways in which you greatly differ from everyone else in your family? I do fucking nothing and am useless to society. Should teenagers be allowed to have their cell phones with them in class? Yes, because emergencies happen. I personally think it's best to maybe have your cell phone flipped over on the corner of your desk or something and on vibrate, that way the noise isn't too disruptive and the teacher can see you're not just using it for other purposes. Do you have any gay relatives? Yes. Have you ever had to have a pet put down? Sigh, multiple. Have you unfollowed, deleted, or blocked anyone on social media recently? If so, what was the reason? Not recently. How many cups of coffee do you typically drink per day? None. Do you know what your vocal range is? No, but it's not very broad. What’s the biggest financial mistake you’ve ever made? I haven't been in this position before. Have you ever been in a relationship where there was a large difference in maturity levels? No. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? I wanna say over a month while we were technically homeless. How bad was your acne when you were a teenager? Oh dear, it was rough. Like there were people who had it worse than me, but ya girl was lookin preeeetty rough lmao.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''hail to the king'' by avenged sevenfold

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crackcrocs · 4 years ago

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DEATH WILL ONLY BE THE BEGINNING #3

3. Transformation Central

the entities of my personalities would like to come together in one voice that speaks through me, we or I call this collection of words from the mustiest corners of my brain to this note page to voice something that might come close to what I feel underneath the skin I wear. In all my unorganised words- I might even go as far as to call this a poem, titled:

‘TRANSFORMATION CENTRAL’

sub characters in my head would appreciate if this could be visualised & understood through as deep a lens as humanly possible. even I confuse myself so if you can decode or relate to any of this, wonderful. If not, I’m locked in my own mind, swallowed the keys to my soul.

SIMILARITIES & INTERCONNECTEDNESS BETWEEN HUMAN & PLANT CONSCIOUSNESS EXIST! if you look closely at my nose freckles you’ll see the resemblance of the constellations above. if you look at the human veins & the layout of a tree, this is further proof.

{VISUALS THROUGH A SEPIA WINDOW STARING @ THE AUTUMN LEAFS; IMAGINING THE SEEDS UNDERNEATH, THROUGH NUMB ROOT VESSELS THAT PERMEATE THROUGH EVERY MEMBRANE OF MY EXTERNAL TO INTERNAL ENVIRONMENT}

~FEATURING THE VICIOUS CYCLE OF DEPRESSION & PERFECTIONISM.

here goes:

What is this part of my mind ?

If you want; delve inside-

I may look sweet like Alice,

but underneath it all

I deteste looking in the mirror

-cos I see the mad hatter.

my inner child needs a platter-

full of care not distortion & abuse pls.

less fibbin would’ve been a breeze.

now following the dead fish in the stream!

HOW on EARTH do I fit with the cod & the Haddock?

I’m the rainbow fish- beat & battered.

dim my own light cos I’m too afraid to shine.

alone.

thieves tried to steal my shiny scales.

I sat and watched them grow.

In the sea realm they were mean gargantuan selfish whales, with poisonous shark fangs & alligator tails. scorpion hands. (gremlins)

and still they make me feel like the alien-

I cant take it.

Make it make sense ?

I can’t.

controller in my hand-

Off balance stance.

anxiously I move round like a wobbly jelly.

where’s the button to balance my chi & shut out the ego ?

the teLLIE telling lies to our vision!

change the channel aura terracotta orange- daily dosage of vitamin D & C.

catch me sun gazing by the sea

head buzzin like a bee.

speaking from a dusty box

stuck on top of a forbidden shelf

cos I dunno how else.

I’m tryna delve deep but forgot how to dive

How can i visualise? scenery foggy-

the establishment man with the glue gun got me xD

inner monk burning but at peace

Cos I refuse to believe

If the only way is the American dream

Interconnected; like the frog in science -let’s dissect it!

down to every floating atom spirit neighbouring your door

subcategories & divisions, it’s more!

than the rich and the poor -prism that’s been built

do we all feel like a performance monkey on stilts?

will my data be extracted & used to mould a robots personality some day?

well obviously not.

does the price of our lives all amount down to slave ways?

LABOUR YAY!

but morals & values it seems we’ve forgot.

sO If i don’t speak its cos I’m lost.

or maybe i’m enlightened-

Standing at the edge of the porch;

watching TRYING to understand how the flowers grow.

questioning eVERYTHING man made!

I’ve stepped out of the perfect picture frame

I can see the coal pollute the sky

I need to hop on the train-

but I’m comfortable

Sunset to sunrise statue standing still.

what’s the ingredients to life’s yucky pie?

I’ve exceeded mental lotteries.

Sanity n universal peace would be a trophy.

TIL then I’ll be crafting & shaping a solid pottery reality,

with a few pence, gum, and a bandana of belongings tied to stick.

thinking one day I’ll be laying the bricks

& building a kingdom of bliss.

guess for now I’ll use the intricate delicate materials in my tool box- that’s all I’ve got.

might have a long way- maybe worth a shot.

I observe, cruisin in the sky.

dunno why..

I jus look @ the hills.

Only time & history reveals.

no thanks mr men-

I don’t want your prescription pills.

there’s enough propaganda as it is.

I won’t jump on the merry go round-

til my core trusts & envisions we’ll actually feel safe!

I don’t want to take part in this faux fur, sweet nothings & a jack in a box punching blur, so called future.

oh and genuinely thanks quarantine-for once again, I can hear bird sounds!

guess this is me tryna speak out loud!!!...

it’s not thrilling

system time killing everything-

mother nature’s oxygen

everything is nauseating

clock ticking, I better start creating.

they should write a book on how to be free when the system set us up to believe that we’re tied to the cut down trees that gives them a currency of greed that they breed.

If blindfolded, I don’t wanna eat what they feed.

Whilst they profit of us -tell us smile and the bandits don’t wanna see us happy.

they’re too busy robbing all our hoods.

In exchange for the silence, they’ve granted us with a 21’st century fashion garment of a slave muzzle! labelled conform.

More delusion to add to the already desensitised norm.

zootonic diseases, welcome covid 19 to your plastic kiddy tea party!- apologies for questioning your motive!

Been handed too many hot plates with a post it note saying HOLD THIS.

we’ll be okay just hush.

Same Shan message told to every generational seed.

If we don’t TRY overpower-

we’ll never succeed!

it’s getting even more scary.

Artificial intelligence.

Societal negligence..

my canvas isn’t clear-dunno am I schizo ?

finger painting, cos it makes more sense.

struggling to blend.

borderline conspiracist pretending to be fine;

moving the goal post, hovering above the race line.

who made the chalk? who set the lanes?

I wanna know it all, maybe¿ far past insane.

I can fit all I need in the palm of my hand,

Maybe even less! cut a finger off not sure it’ll even add stress.

hi from personality Peter, even sober- always away with the fairies.

Pass the pixie dust, I’m in a rush

Found shelter in the comfort of pan physicists timer, no not the one on your phone!

Ring ring, skeptical! is it my demon or my mommy on the phone?

I’m stuck in the airspace of an infinite glass filled with beach particles trying to form myself standing up still attempting not to slip through the hands of my very own discovery.

time is running out & ill go when I go.

I’m sitting inside the fly trap -

stardust, chakras can you feel the sensation colors like a starburst.

deep emotion is a curse.

still entrapped in the sand dune of nothingness-

flipping a domino monopoly of solidified thoughts as I sway with the wind.

I’m the trapped sandbox in the playground & the slipping sand in my own hands.

Inhale chronic but I wanna enter the quiet realm of white noise

-color of a wife beater vest, calmer than the ease in ignorance of a red neck.

sadomasochistic, messes.

but oblivion, seems like less stress.

Unfortunately I can see, with all eyes

empathetic paralysis, gets me vexed.

Punching truth into the core of your chest!

It’s not funny, neither is the one on the receiving end..

My limbs are numb

& im done playing octopus alchemy.

I want minimalism & life can be simple,

Evil entities have made it hard.

Maybe I’ve got stars above my head like an old cartoon character.

But I can’t make it make sense, are they out to get me. worse all of us? Or have I bottled myself tryna re mesh the broken shards,

I feel glued to the floor cos there’s a pretty price to pay if you want more.

I see life through a different lense, maybe born downside up, Benjamin button I came out the back door-

Outside looking in, digesting confusion.

Is to be a product of environment a sin?

rummage through my messy brain.

personalities sardine packed in this tin

I’m the wizard of my mania

Scaring & attracting the black crows-

they’re my friends.

Sometimes still a cowardly lion

Roaring pain & true riddles at the wrenching wicked witch posse of the west.

will my voice ever be loud enough to shed light wit my words and grate the sweet zest

In to the cake i’m baking?

Probably not.

Got more thoughts than the autumn leaves collected by the garden rake. alone.

gathering & storing the pains of yesterday.

sometimes I stay in line

Other times in my head Im on my hands juggling out of time.

but I really don’t mind if I lose or win.

we all have a pace

I jus don’t want the 1% to win the race.

It’s unfair!

Humanity does anyone care ??

Half lady

half fairy

Good MOOrning-

from my anagrams.

no I’m not a cow.

twister fidget spinner brain in the flesh-

form of expression this time around lyrics.

feel I’m jus a silly rubix

& still mourning

I don’t like dairy

pass the oat milk.

Are you aware the industry are sabotaging our diets?

we want peace!

the powerful elite-

perceive & deceive

the scene they want us to be.

chuck the narcissistic psychopathic pie back in our face-

every time we almost found & addressed the Programme & Control man in the maze.

evil & extroverted- he said that the anarchists have to be the cause of riots.

working isn’t class. I said let’s switch roles- he said pass.

It’s piss! Who’s got the bomb & the guns?

Who got the land? off wit OUR heads 4 fun!

it’s pure scary.

Pharmaceutics handshake.

with the cooked up suppliers, also crooked wack liars.

I’d rather shot a gallon of bloody blubbery infused slaughter house milk

If it meant we didn’t use cocoons for silk.

why not add a drizzle of bleach to the concoction & maybe that’s a reach.

every time I guzzle fakeness, it taste peak.

I want real fruit, what next-

a seedless peach ???

what’s the difference between a weirdo & a freak?

layers & levels to the shit.

Magnifying tapping the window of society, I’ll be puffing green til I get to the land of Oz.

sponge soaked soaking up emotions

Suffocated by deduction of care in life

feel entrapped in this paradigm

what am I thinking ?

got the verbs & a cuppa tea

It’s mixed with torment & desire to be free.

I’d rather be awake than asleep

When I get too comfy I feel weak

Demons they reap

underneath

rip the seems as I bleed

Concrete

Solid

Emotions

Is all you’re getting

It’s all sad scenes in the imagery I’m setting

people need care we seem to be forgetting

why are we in debt wit

a posse of clowns

pay the price so we can get a frown

here’s some seratonin

quit ya moaning

life is all sound

aw yeh¿ if you’re not an over thinker!

product of environment- Sirius flickers

theyve done a ritual like it’s Wicca

now here’s your gold sticker..

for managing to co operate.

In this world fuelled off of evil n hate

waking ups a bloody disgrace

I am not amazed.

Man I love my fam n my friends

Just hate this part of my brain that feels the need to play pretend

sometimes I feel insane

but I’m calm

need to escape so I don’t do harm

Gold lioness in the sky by the sea

with puff the magic dragon

fire out my mouth, fuel helps me breathe

I will shine bright

Promise imma be alright

even tho I’m not sure why

I function like this

I wanna be myself

It’s just hard to find the comfortability

To feel happy and pretty

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Ring around sing about overdose emotions

Sorry dunno how to communicate

Heads in a constant debate

Should I go or should I stay

My head clashes

Burnin the next ciggy as my thoughts become ashes.

#LCZABIBU #deathwillonlybethebeginning

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smallfrost · 4 years ago

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MFSRI Motherland: Fort Salem Musical Breakdown; Gone to Stay – Freakwater

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Music has been an integral component to the Magic that is Motherland: Fort Salem. From the hauntingly beautiful original score, to the perfectly chosen music accompaniments like Higher and WLCM, the music has really elevated the show to another level. So perhaps you were like us when Scylla walked into the Spree safe house at the end of the finale, our ears perking up at the sound of something…. Unique. So, what is that song that is playing? Just a weird country song?

At surface level, Gone to Stay by Freakwater is simply aesthetically fitting and provides the final bit of foreshadowing; the Collars are a southern family. But when you listen to the lyrics, this song in a way serves as a perfect nightcap for the entire season while potentially providing insight into the depths of Willa’s mind and motivation. Let’s break it down verse by verse to see how.

How many heartaches do you think you can stand I used to count 'em all on the fingers of just one hand Way back in the distance before these sad times began Now I'm down by the ocean counting grains of sand

This is Willa telling her story about how the military slowly chipped away and left her broken and grasping for anything to stop the onslaught of heartaches. It’s about the flaws she saw in the military system, the number of times she was heartbroken by being pulled away from her family and from seeing so many of her sisters be killed. This can symbolize the accumulation of events that pushed Willa over the edge to the Spree and that she’s remembering a time before everything went to shit, when she had her love, Edwin, and her daughter… longing for that happiness in the future. And the grains of sand? That perfectly mirrors her supposed “death” on a beach in a fire fight; now she’s counting days till she Raelle again.

And not only is this verse about Willa and her accumulating heartbreaks from her time in the military, it’s also about Scylla and her parents. It’s about Scylla and the absolute roller-coaster she went on all season, that ended with her imprisoned and heartbroken with a bleak looking future instead of a bright one.

When Anacostia hands her the photo of her dead parents, she whispers to herself “better times”. This poor girl witnessed her parents be murdered by the hands of oppressors. And now she is locked in a dungeon, her heart in pieces over losing the first person she had allowed herself to love since she lost her parents. So here she is, remembering the happy times that were once before.

And the reference to sand not only mirrors how Willa supposedly died, but also the beach Raelle and Scylla were supposed to escape to; a beach was how they were going to obtain happiness.

There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid

These are the lines being sung as Scylla enters the house and they can honestly apply to the unselfish acts of many of our ladies throughout the season:

- Raelle trying to save Porter even though she could have died - Raelle saving Khalida even though she was going to likely die by taking on a plague that had killed many before her - Scylla choosing Raelle over her mission, even though it would mean a bleak future for herself - Quartermama letting Scylla go, against her better intuition (though... it does seem like she may have some ulterior motives here too) - Tally sacrificing her youth to save Alder - Abigail ready to die to try and save Raelle from a fatal wound

So many acts of selflessness shown this season...

And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist When you think you just can't stand it

Scylla pauses right before entering the kitchen… right before she discovers that Raelle’s mother was the one behind the balloon. And this is perfect because these lines are Raelle. Raelle has self-destructive tendencies as she drowns in her own grief. Her death-wish when she was first conscripted because of her mother’s “death”. Her sorrow over losing Scylla driving her to risk her life carelessly (i.e. taking Salva and almost dying, willingly attempting to heal Khalida when it would have likely resulted in her own death b/c of her grief).

You're gonna leave empty handed Do you still dream of being saved

The closing words of the season. The fade to black. These words are here to tell us that sometimes, when you’re in an abusive, painful situation, the only way to save yourself is to just drop everything and leave it behind in order to escape. Willa had no choice; she had to quit cold turkey and leave with nothing for a chance of having everything in the future. Also, Willa knows about her daughter’s destructive tendencies. She’s telling her that after she reaches her lowest, when she has nothing left, not to give up because that is when she is going to be saved.

Friends and relations they all stand around As the casket is lowered down into the ground The shovel dirt and gravel - all his mother hears is the sound Of a little baby crying somewhere in the crowd

And now we’re onto what wasn’t played in the episode but these words perfectly fit Willa once again. This is her POV from her choice to fake her own death. The pain that she knows it will cause her family; it’s even more painful for her to watch from a distance and not be able to do anything. That baby crying? Yeah, that’s Raelle. Willa had to leave her behind and that hurt her the most (killed her inside to do it, but knew it was necessary). And Raelle was left mourning her mother.

Jesus wouldn't save you and you cried I knew I couldn't save you so I lied

Oh, the parallels continue. We’ve already established that Raelle parallels Jesus Christ (aka is Lesbian Jesus). But beyond the obvious parallels to Raelle attempting to save people, this verse fits both Willa and Scylla. Scylla kept her past a secret and lied about her true motivations in order to save Raelle. Willa couldn’t save Raelle from conscription, so she had to lie and fake her own death – the only way she thought she could save her daughter.

The doctors couldn't save you but I do believe they tried After dying together we die alone side by side

As a family of fixers, this could again be paralleling how Willa is trying to save Raelle. Willa sent Scylla in to “save” Raelle but Scylla failed her mission even though she was ultimately trying to save Raelle by doing so. So now, Raelle has “died” alone, never having known that Willa never really died at all. Both will have “died” with the same “heartache” for each other. Together... but alone.

There's nothing so pure as the kindness of an atheist A simple act of unselfishness that never has to be repaid And there's nothing so sure as a razor blade above your wrist When you think you just can't stand it You're gonna leave you empty handed Do you still dream of being saved

I really must say, I was a strong opponent of Willa still being alive until I really listened to this song. Because of this, I feel like I can accept the possibility of this being real Willa, that she never really died on the beach, that she really believed she had no other choice and that this really was the only way she could save her family.

Nothing about Edwin though… so I hope the writers find a way to provide closure for Edwin. Poor guy. and because of this I’m still in part on team this is estranged aunt and Willa did actually die. I have multiple apples in different apple boxes currently until we get context next season.

Props to @mellysaddiction for drawing this to the attention of the MFSRI analysts who collectively freaked out over these intense parallels. Nerd hive mind united to bring you this breakdown.

#MFS Research Institute #MFSRI #mfs theories #mfs analysis #motherland: fort salem #motherland fort salem #raelle collar #scylla ramshorn #willa collar #abigail bellweather #tally craven #anacostia quartermaine #raelle collar aka lesbian jesus

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mhdiaries · 5 years ago

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Wave 2 Lagoona Blue Diary

9/15

I finally got the big wave board that a friend of mine down under custom made for me. I can’t wait to try it out at Cyclops, Dungeon Beach or maybe Ghost Trees. Of course now that school’s in I can’t just take off whenever I want. Hopefully there’ll be some monster swells over one of our holidays - fins crossed till then.

9/25

Conditions for the surf meet were perfect today and I was able to score my first 10 of the season off this killer wave that I totally could feel breathing down the back of my neck. I thought it was going to eat me alive but it only nipped me a bit and then let me escape. Draculaura, Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd all came out to watch which was totally awesome only... Gil was supposed to be there too but he wasn’t. He texted me after it was all over to tell me that Frankie sent him a video of the wave and that I was totally bonzer... I didn’t have the heart to tell him no monster uses that word anymore but he’s so cute when he tries to use slang from down under. He also said he was totally sorry he couldn’t make it but he had some kind of family thing come up and he couldn’t get out of it. I told him no worries but I really was bummed that he wasn’t there to see me ride.

9/28

Today I hung out with Abbey Bominable. She’s new this year and I think she’s been having a hard go of it. Her family lives way up the mountain and so Abbey stays with Headless Headmistress Bloodgood during the week so she doesn’t have to make the up and down trek every day. She can’t even count on calling home every day cause they don’t have cell phones on the mountain, which I can totally relate to since my dad doesn’t have one either. Of course he does live in a place that’s not exactly friendly to electronics. Anyway, I told her that I understood how hard it is to be in a strange place away from your friends and family where no monster speaks your language or really understands your culture. Even at Monster High where there are all kinds of monsters from all kinds of different places it can still take a while to get your sea legs. So when she asked me if I was some kind of fish girl - =) - I did start laughing but I let her know that I wasn’t laughing at her and even though she wanted to walk away I made her come back and we talked for a long time. Abbey is very... direct. She is also very tall and quite strong so I think some monsters get intimidated by her. But you know what? She’s also scary sweet and funny. When I told her that her language skills were fine she said, “No they are abominable.” I didn’t know if she understood what she had just said but she cracked a little smile and said, “It is joke.” I think Abbey is going to be just fine at MH.

10/7

A rumor cyclone hit school today and nearly turned the whole place into a disaster area. Mum once told me that there are three things every monster should know about a storm:

1. You can’t stop a storm by being in the middle of it.

2. A storm brings out the best and worst in every monster that goes through one.

3. Storms take far longer to clean up after than they actually last.

Being raised on the ocean, I’ve seen and been through some monster cyclones but I never figured mum’s rules for a storm would apply to this kind of situation.

10/12

HH Bloodgood wants us to write about our monster heritage for this book she wants to put together and give out to all of us at the end of the year. All right then - this should be easy or possibly not. Problem is my dad is a very private monster and not even the mates on my surf team know him very well and that’s after he has been a volunteer at all our competitions. Until he met me mum he barely had any contact with dry land monsters at all. ‘Course mum’s not exactly a dry land monster either - she’s an ocean nymph. She still lives in the same scary sweet little grotto as she did when dad met and married her. Being a nymph means that mum can leave the water and hang out on land as long as she doesn’t travel too far from her grotto otherwise she gets really weak. Dad will only leave the water for very short periods of time and that’s only if there’s a real emergency - like one time when I was just a small fry I was playing on the top of this rock and didn’t notice the tide going out. When I finally did pay attention I found that at low tide it was a long way from the top of that rock where I was to the bottom of that rock that was now sticking out of the sand. Mum couldn’t come and help me cause I was too far from the grotto and I was too little to climb down on my own. I remember the sun being very hot and my skin was starting to not just dry out but to burn. I was really scared and I thought I was never going to get down when I heard my dad calling my name, “Lagoona it’s okay - be brave and jump to me so we can get you back in the water.” I had to jump down a little but not too far cause dad climbed almost to the top of the rock to get me. It was still a long way from that rock back to the water though and it couldn’t have been easy on my dad to cross that distance twice. He told me later that being on land for him was like swimming against the strongest current in the ocean and never being able to rest. I reckon to have the best of both me mum and dad though since I’m at home when I’m in the water but I don’t feel like a stranger when I’m on land.

10/16

Mad Science class had to be cancelled today after poor Heath Burns let his impulsive nature get the best of him. A bunch of us walked into class just as Mr. Hackington finished unpacking a large piece of lab equipment. He said it was a gift to the school from a former student who was now a famous mad scientist. It looked like a monster sized shoe box standing on its end and was painted completely black except for one shiny metallic button about half way up on one of its sides. Mr. H. was just about to tell us what it was when he got called to the office for some reason. The last thing he said before he left was “All right, me little Pandoras - nobody touch the box while I’m gone.” Of course Heath was out of his chair and standing at the box as soon as Mr. Hackington stepped out of the room. Sometimes Deuce will stone Heath before he can get into trouble but this time Deuce just shook his head and said, “He’s got to learn sometime.” Heath just laughed and said, “What? Nothing’s going to happen - watch.” Heath pushed the button and there was a noise like a tea kettle makes just before it starts to whistle. Heath jumped back and then the noise stopped. I guess we’d all been holding our breath... cause we all let them out at once which Heath thought was funny and he walked back over to the box and leaned against its side. “See I told you nothing was going to hap...” was all he got out as a panel in the box opened up and two tentacles shot out and pulled Heath in. The panel immediately closed and we could hear Heath yelling for help and lots of banging and what sounded like splashing. Mr. Hackington came back at that moment and he must have figured out what happened pretty quick cause he ran to his desk, grabbed something that looked like a remote control and pointed it at the box. All of a sudden a panel at the bottom of the box opened and a Heath shaped package wrapped in what looked like spider silk dipped in tar shot out and bounced across the floor. Mr. Hackington made us all leave before we could find out if Heath was okay but later on in the day Headmistress Bloodgood told us that he was going to be fine only he was going to need a few days off from school. Poor bloke.

10/24

Gil and I got into a fight today. =( I’m not even sure how it started although he did seem to be a bit preoccupied and crabby today. Anyway, one minute we were swimming laps in the MH pool and the next we were shouting at each other. All I said was that we should mix up our training with some laps in the ocean. The next thing I know he’s accusing me of being a snob who doesn’t like fresh water. I was totally gob smacked. I shouted, “Gillington Webber!” “Why would you say such a thing?” I don’t think I’ve ever used his full name before and it seemed to snap him out of whatever funk he was in. He apologized and left the pool but later on in the day he put a scary sweet card in my locker. I wish he would tell me what’s going on but he totally clams up if I push him so I guess I’ll find out sooner or later... I’m hoping sooner.

#monster high #monster high diary #lagoona blue #wave 2

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abbacchiosbelt · 4 years ago

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This is unlike anything else I’ve ever written, just as a warning going in. A good friend commissioned me to write a creepypasta about Mario Party 2, specifically the game ‘Quicksand Cache’ after everyone on their stream was laughing about how weird it was. So, it’s semi-serious and a little edgy, but you you like video game creepypastas, enjoy.

Quicksand Cache | 2370 words, T for spooky themes.

Everyone who has played Mario Party growing up has a favorite minigame – even if you’ve only played the game once or twice, you can usually fondly remember a few of the minigames. There are so many choices that it’s hard to pick a favorite minigame, let alone a favorite Mario Party game! Despite that, my friends and I have always enjoyed playing Mario Party 2 the most.

Mario Party 2 was the pinnacle of Mario Party games to us. Sure, you could argue subsequent games got better and better, but nothing beat MP2 for us. The minigames, the costumes, the boards, and the music all brought us back over and over. It was our favorite.

At least, it was our favorite.

You might be asking yourself why we stopped loving Mario Party 2. It’s been a long time since we played or have even seen each other. The last time we played together was the culmination of something… strange. I might as well tell you what happened since you’re reading this post on my little corner of the internet.

Let me start from the beginning… Mario Party 2 came out in 1999. The game came out when I was just a kid. It was easy enough to play. It didn’t require much reading, and anything we didn’t understand was easy to figure out with the help of a parent. Either way, I loved it! I played it all the time, happily choosing Donkey Kong as my character every time. I remember loving how silly he looked compared to the rest of the cast. As time passed, I began to make friends in school and would often invite them over to play on my N64. Of course, we’d always end up playing a game of Mario Party 2! Luckily for me, no one else wanted to pick DK, so I always got to play as my favorite character.

My favorite minigame, in particular, was one called Quicksand Cache. It was a 3-vs-1 minigame where we could work together, or the odd player out could work against the other three. My friends dreaded it when it came up because I had become a master at it! Nothing was funnier than me than seeing Donkey Kong’s big head on top of a Bowser suit as I made him spin the quicksand in circles to collect the coins falling from the sky while my friends tried to resist being sucked under. I always won, much to the chagrin of my friends.

All was well, at first – we grew up and didn’t have as much time to play games. People moved, new consoles came out, and Mario Party 2 was put into a box filled with other old games and consoles. It wouldn’t be the end for the game, though. Nostalgia called once my friends and I graduated from high school and found ourselves wanting to reconnect. What better to do than hang out and play old videogames that we used to love?

We found free time a couple of times a month (sometimes more if we were lucky) to get together and hang out. This particular evening, our choice was Mario Party 2. After digging it out of storage, I blew on the cartridge – old habits die hard – and put the game in the N64 as my friends and I sat back, watching the silly opening. Nothing was amiss as we pressed start, quickly picking our old favorite characters. As always, I chose Donkey Kong. This time, my friends chose Yoshi, Wario, and Luigi.

Our first game was a little off. We noticed we were getting a lot of 3-vs-1 minigames. While the game works by using RNG, 4-player minigames were the most typical choice. Nearly every turn, I was landing on red spaces and my friends were landing on blue spaces. It was frustrating losing 3 coins every turn, but it was quickly made back up to me by the game choosing Quicksand Cache for every minigame.

Over and over we watched the screen fade and open up to an arena filled with quicksand, Donkey Kong’s head on top of a Bowser suit in the very middle as Yoshi, Luigi, and Wario stood on the outside. The game went as normal, at least, the characters eventually getting sucked into the vortex of sand as DK raised his arms and spun in the middle of the screen.

While the game was frustrating, the sight of DK in the middle was still just as funny to my friends and me as it had been when we were kids. At first, anyways… As the game came up over and over, something about the game felt almost unsettling. Nothing had changed, but the whole room could tell there was something off. We chalked it off to frustration over the game giving us bad RNG and moved on to the next game.

Again, the same issue was bothering us – the game was determined to pick 3-vs-1 minigames, forcing us to play Quicksand Cache repeatedly. We pushed through, but after the second board, my friends were done with Mario Party 2 for the night. I couldn’t blame them, as I was getting annoyed too despite how many coins I was winning from the game. The night went on and eventually, my friends departed for their own homes, leaving me by myself.

Out of curiosity, I decided to boot up Mario Party 2 and see if I got the same results I had earlier. I chose Donkey Kong, of course, and picked the same characters my friends had. The only difference is that they were set to COM. Strangely enough, the game was back to normal. I texted my friends about it, and they agreed it was just a strange fluke.

Months went by where my friends would pick Mario Party 2 for game night and we’d have the same issue. We decided that enough was enough and put the Mario Party 2 cartridge to rest for good. Perhaps its long life had corrupted the game. I couldn’t help but give the game one last try, though. I had loved it for so long that I wanted to play one last game, even if the cartridge was starting to glitch out.

I loaded up the game and went to the character menu, but something was off. The characters, normally cheerful, had blank expressions on their faces. I figured the game must really be messing up, but I was determined to play one more time. I picked Donkey Kong and his model stayed static. Undeterred, I picked the other characters to play as COMs and went into a board.

The game had gone silent except for the rolling of the dice – the mechanical, whirring noise was a stark contrast to the upbeat and cheerful music the boards usually played. I checked the sound settings, but nothing was turned off, so I continued. I thought that maybe blowing on the cartridge so many times had finally caught up to me – I’d had it happen with other games, so this one must simply be on its last legs. I pressed A to hit the dice, and the game officially started.

I landed on a red space.

The COMs landed on blue spaces, and to no surprise, we were brought back to Quicksand Cache. This time, though, the COMs were still. They did nothing as I made DK spin, which meant they were sucked under almost immediately. The game quickly ended, confusing me. I knew the COMs did weird things sometimes, but they hadn’t moved at all. Still, I wasn’t convinced it was anything other than the game glitching out.

As I looked at the screen, though, I noticed the character portraits were frowning. It was the same portrait the characters got when they were in last place on the results screen. Their sad faces were unnerving, and even Donkey Kong was frowning. There was no way I was going to stop, though, especially not when the game was acting so weird.

I hit the dice again, and by the time the turn had ended, we were back in Quicksand Cache. This time, instead of standing still, the characters went into their losing animation. They even exclaimed out in defeat like they were supposed to when they lost – but they hadn’t lost. The game had just started. I put the controller down and watched as DK sat still in the middle, the other characters still quickly succumbing to the quicksand before the minigame ended.

By this point, I was creeped out. Other things could be passed off as glitches, but this was more than that. My heart was pounding. As much as I wanted to shut off the N64, I couldn’t make myself move other than to pick my controller back up. The rumble pack vibrated at full force as soon as my hands wrapped around it, forcing me to drop it in surprise.

I watched in shock as the game began to play itself. I hadn’t set the game to all COMs. Even if I wanted to, I hadn’t checked the menu since I started. When I looked at DK, he suddenly had COM under his name. The whirring of the dice filled my ears again as the characters moved around the board by themselves, but even the game itself could do nothing against the pull of Quicksand Cache.

The game opened up for the third time. This time, Donkey Kong was frowning as he sat in the middle of the screen. The other characters still had their sad expression plastered on their face. When the game started this time, the COMs ran desperately to the edge of the map while DK seemed to move uncontrollably. He spun faster and faster, faster than should be allowed, until once again Yoshi, Luigi, and Wario were sucked underneath the sand. There was no happiness when the game ended. Donkey Kong’s expression remained sad, almost pained looking.

The game continued as I sat frozen, watching as the character’s expressions became sadder as each turn was played. Quicksand Cache was played over and over as the COMs tried desperately to escape their fate, occasionally giving up again and remaining still while DK was forced to spin.

The final turn loaded up and I gasped as the only character that remained was Donkey Kong. The other profiles were completely gone, and the board was empty – neither Toad nor Boo nor any of the other NPCs were present. Even the dice was silent, the only sound remaining the step of DK’s feet as he moved for his final turn.

There was no final minigame, the game abruptly cutting to the final ‘battle’ with Bowser on each board. There was no Bowser, though – the only thing there was DK’s Quicksand Cache sprite, his head resting atop what was allegedly a Bowser suit. He stared straight ahead, and it’s then that I noticed the rust-colored edges around the neck of the suit.

There was no way – this was a kid’s game. I scramble to shut the console off but DK’s screech from the screen stops me, his cry pitched up so high that it almost wasn’t identifiable anymore. I look back up and DK’s face is fully taking up the screen, his frown turned back into his emotionless smile. The victory music starts to play, but this time, it’s slow and somber. I can’t handle it anymore - this time when I go for the power button, nothing stops me and the game blinks out as I press it.

I pull out the cartridge as fast as I can and run downstairs to throw it into the trash, not even taking a moment to give it a second thought as I throw away what I thought was one of my favorite games. I even take the trash out despite the bag not being full, desperate to get as far away from the game as possible.

When I walk back in the house, I feel sudden exhaustion that forces me to sit on the couch. I pull out of my phone and consider talking to my friends about it, but where would I even start? Even though the game was acting weird when we played together, they’d never believe this. I sigh and put my phone back in my pocket. I decide that I don’t want to sleep in my room tonight because of the N64’s presence. Even though it hadn’t been the console itself, there was no denying the negative aura that had been present in my room ever since we started playing the game again.

For now, I decide to rest. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to play again after that. Maybe one day, just to reassure myself that what I experienced wasn’t the game… I know I’m not dreaming, but surely something was off with my copy.

I can only hope no one else had to go through what I did.

Donkey Kong squeezes his eyes shut as the screams of his dying friends fill his ears again – he can’t keep count of how many times they’ve been forced to do this… He was forced to be the catalyst of death as he pulled his friends into the pit of sand, their final words lost to the sand filling their mouths as they suffocated to death. The other games were not like this, but this one was different.

It was real. The body he wore was Bowser’s skin, the Koopa King having died long ago once Donkey Kong was forced into the suit. His friends were no longer themselves, but copies, just like everyone else in the game.

Except for him. Only he remained as the original, the one who had been programmed to have fun with his friends. This, though, was not what he wanted. He was forced to smile as his friends die over and over again, his unending spinning in the sandpit the cause.

Maybe one day it would stop if he could convince the copies to break from their part. While he wouldn’t be free, at least it could end.

Donkey Kong would wait.

One day, he would get his wish.

#my writing #mario party 2 #commission #creepypasta #mostly just a lil spooky but slightly edgy at the end

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cofficionado · 4 years ago

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Mutlu yıllar

"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you - you have been just as foolish as I."

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.

Serkan

'If the place has a sea view, then that is enough for me. It beckons at me every time I look at it.'

There was something wrong with Eda. She always said whatever was on her mind, but not in the last few days. Especially not that day.

She said that it was normal that as they spent time together, they shared a few things. It was only natural, she was the one who said that. And yet, he was having dinner with Selin on the night of his thirstiest birthday, and Eda was the one who arranged it.

Which is how he usually spent it, he sighed as he reminded himself.

It's just not how he wanted to spend it that year. There was something wrong with him too, as a matter of fact. He wasn't sure of what he wanted anymore. He hadn't been for some time if he was truly honest with himself. He looked at the sea view and realized that now it reminded him of Eda.

What was she doing tonight? She said she had no plans. Was she at home?

'Serkan? Have you been waiting long?' He saw Selin sitting down in front of him out of the corner of his eye, not really looking at her.

He shook his head at her, 'No, I'm admiring the sea view. We're very privileged to be able to have it here. We have the sea right under us.'

'You come here all the time, you've seen this view plenty of times,' she looked at him as if she wasn't really sure it was him. He was becoming familiar with the feeling.

'You can't remember the view. It doesn't stay the same. Something always changes, the clouds, the light, the boat that sails by right over there. Look, was it there the last time you were here? There is always something to see, Serkan bey.'

Was that what this was about? She was just changing because the wind changed direction? Maybe she was just fed up with this game, with this contract. He knew she'd definitely had enough of him, she's said it plenty of times before. She was even counting down the days for the end of their agreement.

She probably had a calendar marked all red and black. He remembered what he did to his photo. He felt his lips twitch at the thought.

He nodded at her when she ordered him the salad he usually had whenever he was at that restaurant. Then they began their usual back and forth, he was used to Selin giving in to his ideas. Now, she always went head to head with him when it came to their business, and he was fine with it. He lived for those games, and Selin knew better than anyone how he operated, so they understood each other.

He just would not allow her to mess with Eda.

'What about Eda? Is she the right fit for you? Be honest.' If only she knew...

'Actually, she's not. But she's not the one who doesn't fit me. I am not right for her. I mean, she's already started to get tired of me. Or rather, she already is. I guess I'm just too boring for her.' Thankfully, their waiter brought their plates and they could move on from Eda. He didn't feel right discussing her with Selin.

The fuck of it was, he hadn't been bored for one day of his life ever since she put those cuffs on his wrist and drove his car so fast he barely remembered the drive to that hotel. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and thought for one brief second that it could be Eda.

He dismissed the thought at once. Why would she call him in the middle of the dinner with Selin that she arranged? He really needed to sort out his head. He looked at his screen and smiled.

'Hello, enişteciğim? İyi ki doğdun!'

'Melek.Thank you.' He realized it was his first genuine smile of the day.

'I told Eda that we should be throwing you the best party in the world. We were going to have fun until the sun came up, but Eda said you didn't like that at all.'

'Did she now?' So they did speak about his birthday...

'Evet, she said that you wouldn't want that, so I didn't say anything. This time. Next year, you're not running away from me. I'll throw you a party that you won't forget for the rest of your life, tamam?'

Next year. He felt his chest tighten and was grateful Melek was babbling on his ear, it was easier to ignore whatever it was that he was feeling.

'She didn't even tell us what she bought you!' He felt his eyebrows going up. What?

'Huh?'

'What? We spoke about how difficult it must have been for her to buy a gift to Serkan Bolat, you know what I'm saying? But she had this big deep green box, with a very beautiful wrapping. Didn't she give it to you?'

She did not. 'No, I guess there was no time, we had a busy day at work today. And she had to leave to sort out some important papers for me for a good portion of the day.'

Selin didn't look too happy that he was speaking with her assistant. Well, that made two of them. This was all wrong. He shouldn't have told Eda he was coming to this dinner.

'She said she found out about your birthday on social media. How could you not tell her, enişteciğim? She said you didn't celebrate your birthday and you didn't enjoy parties. Why is that? She said you wouldn't let anyone celebrate it. But she said she was going to find the time to give you her gift, for sure. Why don't you go find her? Are you still with Miss Selin? She said she couldn't find a place for you to go eat together that you'd approve. So, I suggested soup, since you're so healthy! Eda decided to go there have soup by herself because they have these very delicious recipes, I'll text you the address if you want to try and go find her there. Go get your present, enişteciğim!'

He was, he was curious to know what she got him.

He stood up and told Selin he was sorry but something came up and he needed to leave.

'But you barely touched your salad.'

'I'm not really hungry. I'm sorry, Selin. Next time.' But he didn't stay to hear her answer, he was already on his way to settle their bill and out of the restaurant.

~*~

She was right where Melek told him she'd be. He breathed easily for the first time that night. He walked up to her table and sat in front of her. He wished he could take a picture.

He managed to surprise Eda Yıldız.

'What are you doing here? Do you also know about this café? Do you have a little notebook with the names and addresses of the best places to eat? Serkan Bolat at a local café, just unbelievable.'

'Melek told me about it. She said the soup here was delicious and so I wanted to try it.' She looked beautiful. Then again, she was always beautiful but... there was a light in her eyes. Almost like in the day he played the guitar for her... almost.

'Why are you hungry? Didn't you have dinner with Selin?'

Selin. Of course.

'I did, but as you've once said, you only eat with your eyes in those types of restaurants.'

She smiled playfully at him. 'Who knows how much you paid for the meal, and yet you're still hungry.'

'Yes, I also thought I should be spending my birthday with my fiancée... otherwise, people will begin to suspect something is up,' it was his truth and he was sticking to it. 'What are you having?'

'Terbiye soup. I mean, terbiyeli soup. It's amazing. You should try it too,' she was a bit flustered, defending the honor of her soup. He was just happy she didn't seem to want him to leave. He didn't want to leave. It was his birthday and he realized that he wanted to be there, with Eda. After a bit more than a month, they had formed this kind of odd and unique friendship. She knew so much about him, she knew things he had forgotten about himself. And she brought out his competitive side in a different way. Like when they cooked together.

'Don't be afraid, you won't get poisoned. This is a very clean place. I've eaten here many many times and I'm still alive.'

'I think we've already gone over this on the market. I have strengthened my immune system. Excuse me, can I have what she's having, please?'

Eda asked him how things were with Selin. He knew what she meant, but he didn't want to talk about Selin. So, he didn't.

'Fine, it was good. And you chose a great restaurant, thank you very much.' He was sure she chose it because of the sea view, and he was grateful for it.

She smiled cheekily at him and he knew she was about to be sassy. She didn't let him down, 'great restaurant, huh? Then why are you here?'

He wanted to ask her if it was true that she spent time thinking of restaurants to take him for his birthday, if she had planned something for them to do together. But he knew he couldn't. They had this sort of unspoken agreement when it came to these matters. It was his own fault. He drew the line on the sand and he knew it.

Still, he couldn't help but be curious. Since he could not ask what he really wanted to know, he went with the most unoriginal thing he could think of on the stop, 'so how do you know this place?'

She looked around them nostalgically, 'see that hill right there? We went to school there, Melo and I, when we were children. One day, my aunt could not pick us up at the right time to leave, so she asked the director for us to stay there the whole afternoon. We ran around the playground for hours on end. Until we decided it was a brilliant idea to go down the kid's slide together.'

He smiled at her, being able to picture it clearly, two girls up to no good, 'did you get hurt?'

She nodded sheepishly at him, 'Melo hurt both her knees and I but my elbow. There was blood, we cried, and when my aunt finally got there, we were hugging each other with tears in our eyes.'

'Was she scared? Of seeing you both hurt at the same time?'

She shook her head and smiled at him, 'No, at least she didn't show us, she just said that this was what happened when one had too much fun. We should just learn when to stop. She said we should remember we all have our limits.'

Yes, we do. 'It's a piece of good advice.'

'It is, but we were too young to understand it, or we didn't want to, since we fell and got hurt plenty of other times. But, she did say she knew what would make us feel better since we couldn't play for a few days.'

'Soup?'

'Evet, she took us on this whole new route on the way back home to try some amazing magical soup. '

'Here?'

'Yes, it's a family restaurant. Maybe not magical, but it is special. Maybe it was her way of distracting us from our 'battle' wounds. I often wonder if she just didn't know what to do with the pair of us. She never showed. But I'm sure it couldn't have been easy.'

'Well, I believe she did a great job.' They had a beautiful loving family together.

She smiled at him and they kept on eating and talking about nothing and everything. When they looked up, they saw they were getting ready to close the restaurant. Serkan settled the bill and pretended not to hear when Eda claimed it was his birthday and she wanted it to be her treat.

She might get her way on a lot of occasions, but he wasn't budging on this one. When she saw his face, she decided to let it go. They thanked the owners and kept walking down to the stairs that led them to the street where both of their cars were.

'So, did you buy me a present? Melek said so,' their night was in the end so he decided to just ask for it.

She dropped her head back and looked up at the sky, 'I would be surprised if Melek had called you and said nothing. If you were to tell me, oh, by the way, Melek called me and wished me a happy birthday, I'd tell you it wasn't my Melo...' When she saw he just kept looking at her, she sighed, 'It's just a little thing. It'll look funny next to all the gifts you were given, so never mind. It doesn't matter.'

He didn't even look at any of those gifs, why would she think he wouldn't want something she got him? He still wasn't used to seeing this side of her, 'I'm asking for my gift, I want it. Can I have it?'

There, a smile. Small, but a smile all the same. 'It's in the car. All right, you sit down. I'll go get it.'

Only Eda would think sitting on this floor in his clothes are okay but, he was the one who asked for his gift so, 'All right.'

She came back with a whole bunch of things, as he looked closer he almost didn't believe his eyes. She really was meaning to do something for him. She gestured with the box, 'here, will you hold it? It's yours.'

He took the box and looked at the other items she was arranging on her hands. 'Is that a bakery cupcake?'

She smiled at him,'evet. You don't eat sugar or sweets, so what difference would it make if it was the most delicious cake in the world, Serkan bey?'

He was still stuck on the fact she had a small candle on the cupcake, 'I see.' Maybe to other people it wouldn't look like it was anything special but for him, that was like she went all out.

'Mutlu yıllar♥. Make a wish. Something you want so so much and that you can't have. Or something that worries you and you want it go to awa-' she couldn't help it, she always had something to say.

'Eda. Ssshhhh.' He looked at her and thought of how much happened between them. How much he learned after he met her. He knew it was all temporary. She was going to leave someday soon. Something he could't have... even in the middle of all the caos that was his life currently, he still could not help but wish for... her presence.

He blew the candle and lifted the box, 'now the gift.'

She nodded and waited for him to begin unwrapping the box, 'I thought, you know... what can you buy for someone who already has everything...'

He looked down and found a globe inside something that had an outlet, it looked like some sort of a lamp. He bet it would look great on his coffee table. She really had a very good eye for these types of designs. She'll be an amazing landscaper, one of the best, he was sure of it.

'So you got me the whole world, right?'

She asked him hesitantly, 'did you like it?'

How could she think he wouldn't like it? But she still looked unsure of him. He still had to figure out what happened to her that day. But they seemed to have reached a truce that night, so he wasn't going to mess with that. Their relationship was already complicated enough, their connection a fragile one.

So, he kissed her. Right on her dimple. It was a favorite spot of his. After her eyes. 'Thank you very much.'

Yes, their relationship was unique. And even though he didn't see it coming, she now meant a great deal to him. He asked her about her car.

He wanted to have it fixed. He hated her car. Not because it was an old car, or because it was a cheap one. But because it was always acting up on her and leaving her in a vulnerable position. It was not safe. He needed her to be safe.

It was as simple as that. He followed her home and waited until she got inside. He got home, plugged in his gift and saw that he was right. It looked great, like he knew it would. He saw it was getting close to midnight and went to get Sirius' collar to take him out to walk a little. His birthday was over, and it was the best one he'd had in some time.

And he was grateful to Eda.

It was what he wanted and he didn't know how to ask for it. Maybe he should begin to ask for what he wants, and he will. As soon as he figure it out.

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#sen çal kapımı #sen çal kapimi #EdSer fic

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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The Proposal

Part 1: Saved by an Angel , A side of tits with your pancakes, Fires Burn Hot , Spending the Nights, Learning and Loving, The end is not always the end, Part 2: Axel Grease , Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass Dangerous Waters , Nursing the patient , Making it Work , Never Have I Ever The Masquerade Part 3: The proposal , Emotional Turmoil,

tag: @dragsraksllib @super-pink-a-palouza @loomiz @waywardtigersandwich @shkaboodle @theskarsgardcult @babyboy-cody @bskarsgardlove92 @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass @shenevertricks1831 @hornyhetero @taintedglass @grandpa-sweaters @bskarsgardlove92

Warnings: Fluff, angst

As dusk descends on the beach of Cozy Cove, Eric and Tami walk hand in hand. He licks his lips nervously before taking a deep breath. “Right here.” He stopped her. “This is the spot it happened.”

She turned to look at him a little confused. “What happened here?”

“It is the place I first saw you.” He smiled taking her hands in his. “I was walking out of the water with my board when I saw you jog down the beach in front of me.”

“I have a confession to make.” She laughed. “I was running on this beach at that time of day just to possibly see you emerge from the water. I was just good at averting my eyes just as you looked my way.”

He smirked. “You little minx.” He cupped her face as he smiled. “I love you.”

“Ditto.” She smiled.

Eric played with the box in his pocket before sliding it out as he got on one knee in the warm sand. He popped the lid on the box looking up at her. His hands shook. She covered her mouth with both hands in utter surprise.

“Will you, Tamara Lasey Lanks, Merry me?” He held his breath waiting for her answer.

Luckily, he didn’t have to hold his breath long. “YES!” Tami screeched.

Eric put the ring on her waiting finger. Got up. And swung her around. Both screamed. “We’re engaged.” Then they fell to the sand.

“I am so happy Tami.” Eric kissed her plum kissed lips. “I wasn’t sure you were really ready to say yes or not, but I am ready to make you my wife.”

“I have been ready.” She looked in his eyes lovingly. “I knew you would ask when you were really sure. Let’s go home. I need to call my Mother and sisters and friends and start planning. There is just some much to do.”

He loved that she was so excited. “I will help however you want. Our wedding should be everything you ever wanted and more. I told Axel I had the ring. I should call him, Josh and Dad to tell them you said, yes.” He helped her up. They raced back to his place giddy as could be.

Axel was just getting home from work when his brother Eric called him. He was stressed. He had talked to Susie at his lunch time and encouraged her to go out with her friends to celebrate getting an “A” on a group project. He wanted to ensure her friends he wasn’t the type of boyfriend that didn’t let his girl have a girls night out. He just wished she was closer in case she needed a ride. He convinced her to go all the same. Now he was worried as hell.

When his phone rang, he didn’t look before answering, “Baby are you alright? I mean are you have fun?”

“Well sweet cheeks I had the best day I could.” Eric chuckled. “Wound a little tight aren’t you little brother?”

“Fuck off.” Axel growled.

“I’m sure your girl is fine.” Eric sighed. “When is the last time you heard from her?”

“Lunch, I encouraged her to go out on a girls night.” He huffed. “I don’t want to hold her back, but I am freaking out. “

“How about you take me out to celebrate to get your head on straight?” Eric suggested.

“Celebrate what?” Axel asked. “You finally get around to proposing?”

“Actually, yes.” Eric emoted.

“No shit?” Axel took a deep breath releasing some stress in his tense shoulders.

“No shit.” Eric cleared his throat. “And I would like you to be my best man.”

“Fuck, of course bro.” Axel was a little shocked Eric didn’t choose one of his close friends, but he was happy for his brother. He did not think the, official, married life was right for him. He knew it was what his brother had always wanted. “We can celebrate tonight. Then I will put together a proper bachelor party in a few weeks.”

“Cool, we still have not set a date.” Eric confessed. “I’m just glad she said yes.”

“How about I pick you, Tami, Josh and Jen up in a half hour to celebrate.” Axel was going to take his best man duties seriously even if he really did not feel like having fun right now.

“Good deal.” Eric thought a moment. “Tami is good friends with Alison so invite her and Henry. I’ll call Josh.”

“Cool.” Axel get a buzz to open his video caller. “Gotta go. See you in a bit.” He hung up on Eric and answers the video call. “Hey Babe, I’m so glad you called. You have fun.”

“Axel?” Susie’s complexion was a little green. “I don’t feel right.” She is stumbling around outside a house.

A guy walked over to her. Axel could see the man’s smirk over her shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” She giggled. “No thank you. Get Rachel. Axel?”

“Show him the phone.” Axel stayed calm for her even though he was going nuts he wasn’t there to take the guy out. He hoped he could be intimidating over video. “Show the boy your phone Babygirl.”

Susie turned her cellphone toward her would be attacker holding it out like it was a crucifix towards a vampire. “My boyfriend.” She turned her head puking in the grass.

Axel could hear her but had to pull up every bit of bravado to deal with the guy before trying to help her from afar. “Get the fuck away from my girl you son-of-a-bitch.” Axel growled. “If you try to touch her, I will find you. I will beat you within an inch of your life. Your mind will never be right again so whatever career path you are on will be done. You will be lucky if you are able to work at a fast-food joint when I am finished, and no one will know it was me.”

“Bitch isn’t worth shit anyway.” The guy mumbled. “Good luck making it home alive.”

“Baby girl, can you hear?” Axel was loud but back to a calmer voice than he felt. “Susie Q? I need to see your face.”

She was sitting against the side of house. Her eyes were barely focused as she turned her phone towards her. Her eyelids were getting heavier by the moment. “I’m sleepy.”

“I know Babygirl, but I need you to get up.” She started to put the phone down. “You look at me right now. I mean it.” Axel demanded.

“Axel.” She cried tears rolling out of her partially lidded eyes.

“Get up right this instant young lady.” His voice was curt. “If you don’t see a friend you need to find campus security.”

She slid up the wall slowly. “Axel you are being mean.” She whined but did as he told her. She looked around for her friends, but everyone was inside. Just looking in the open door, the strobe lights blinded her. She turned away stumbling the opposite direction.

“I’m not being mean. You just need to listen to get safe.” Axel assured her. “I can’t come get you.”

“Why not. I’m sick. You take care of me.” She dropped to her knees by the roadside.

“I said stand up.” He growled.

“I...’ She looked up to see lights falling over her. It was campus security. She passes out with Axel still on the phone.

“Susie?” Axel screamed into the phone. “Who is there? Are you alright?”

A young security person picked up the phone seeing Axel pleading. “It is campus security. We have her. Can you tell us what happened or what she took.?”

“She called me from the party feeling sick.” Axel tried to explain. “Her name is Susie Q um Quinnby. I’m her Boyfriend but I live in Cozy Cove California. Is she going to be okay?”

“We will take her to Ohio General Hospital.” The security officer explained. She will probably be back at her dorm by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Alright, I will contact her parents and be there in the morning.” Axel hung up and got right on airline website to book a ticket and rent a car. Then he filled her parents in on the incident. They planned to see her within the hour.

As Axel was about to board his flight his phone rang. It was Eric. “What happened? I thought you were setting something up tonight.”

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. Susie is in the hospital.” He said hurriedly as he held his ticket and ID out for the flight attendant. She waved him on. “I am getting on a flight right now to go be with her. I will make it up to you all. I promise.”

“Go to her.” Eric replied. “That’s where you should be.”

“Oh shit. Can you call Sam to open the garage?” Axel asked. “He will be up anyway. I have to turn my phone off.”

“Will do Axel.” He got in before Axel hung up.

#cozy cove #the proposal #proposal #fluff #romance #angst #drunk #dosed #long distance relationship #love

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orangeoctopi7 · 5 years ago

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A Nostalgia Trip

: Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 :

The end of the school day finally rolled around, and the twins met up at the STNLYMBL. Stan's bag was noticeably heavier and bulkier than it had been this morning.

“Take a look through there and make sure I got everything you need.” Stan said as he handed his pack over to Ford.

The scientist pulled out three different sized spools of copper/nickel solder, and a thin, almost needle-like soldering iron.

“And these are the smallest spools they had?”

“Smallest I could find.”

Ford sighed. “I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s an auto-shop in a high school. I’ll make it work.”

It was an unusually warm day for January, and they drove home in the melting slush. “Wait, stop here!” Ford commanded as they passed the beach. “I’m going to need fine sand for molding.”

Stan pulled into a nearby parking lot. Luckily he had a shovel in the trunk of his car, although he couldn’t remember why, and they found an empty paint can in a nearby dumpster they could use as a bucket.

Ford strode purposefully down to the edge of the surf, where the finest sand would be, when a dark shape at the corner of his eye caught his attention.

"Oh…" he breathed when he turned and saw several tarps that concealed what they were protecting from the wind and snow. He knew exactly what was underneath.

Stan came to a stop beside him, eyes locked on the same tarp-covered shape sitting just far enough up the beach that no waves reached it. They stood there in silence for a solid minute, their errand to collect sand completely forgotten.

"Great…" Stan finally spoke, reaching up and wiping his eyes with the back of his coat sleeve. "Guess it's my turn to get hijacked by hormones."

"Do… do you want to go give her a look over?" Ford asked hesitantly, "For old time's sake?"

Stan just nodded mutely.

They two of them strode solemnly to the tarp and gently removed the layers, revealing the almost-completed Stan’o’war underneath. It was so much smaller than either of them remembered, not even half the size of the repurposed tugboat they’d turned into the Stan’o’war II. The little schooner was just big enough to hold two teenage boys who had reached their full height, but not their full girth.

Stan reached down and picked up the neatly folded sail sitting at the base of the mast. They’d originally just used some old bedsheets they had ‘rescued’ from the trash, but after doing some research and tests, Ford had found the soft, thin fabric wouldn’t hold up under the strain of a sail. So, over the past three years, they had been hunting down and saving every scrap of sturdy canvas they could find. Stan’d had to carefully stitch them together. That was when he’d first learned how to sew, a skill that had come in handy when he was living on the road, and when cobbling things together for the Mystery Shack.

Ford was appreciating the worn wood of the mast. When they’d first found the wrecked hull as children, most of the structure had rotted out, and they’d had to find a way to replace and attach new wood to the old planks and boards. He had researched old ship-building techniques, and learned a lot about woodworking along the way. He remembered using those woodworking techniques a lot later in life, to make repairs to his research cabin that would later become the Mystery Shack, and to build shelter, transportation, and weapons as he traveled the multiverse.

“D-d’you know what happened to her?” Stan eventually asked, pulling them out of their thoughts.

“...I’m not quite sure.” Ford admitted. “I know mom kept it because Shermie liked to play on it when he was little, but I didn’t ever go home after I got my degree, so… I don’t know what happened after he grew up.”

“Hmm.” Stan grunted in reply. He wasn’t sure what to feel about that. Should they call Shermie once they were out of this, and ask him what happened to it? Or was Stan better off not knowing?

The two of them stood in a pensive silence, taking in this unexpected opportunity to see their old childhood project one more time. They probably could have stayed there all evening, reminiscing and appreciating the hard work they’d put into the schooner, but it was winter, and the sun went down early in the afternoon. As the sun dropped, so did the temperatures.

“Come on, we’d better get that fine sand before we completely lose the light.” Ford finally said, pulling himself away.

* * *

Once they returned home, Ford traced out tiny circuit lines in the sand with a toothpick he'd filed to a fine point. He then melted the solder spool into the miniscule mold.

"Ok, that will need to set all night, then I'll have to pick out all the sand grains and file down all the points and areas where it's leaked out of the mold."

"And how long will that take?" Stan asked.

"As long as I don't break it while I'm filing, another day."

"And if you do break it while filing?"

"Then I'll have to start over again and melt a new circuit into the mold. If I had a smaller soldering iron, I could just piece it back together, but this one is too big and clumsy."

"So what I'm hearing is we're not gettin' back to our own time before my boxing match with Crampelter tomorrow."

"Probably not."

"Heh, looks like I get to pound that bully's face in one more time."

Ford turned away from his work desk. "I almost wish we could switch places for that."

"It's not worth the hassle." Stan shook his head. "Besides, I dunno if I have the heart to do that again after… y'know, last time."

"I did say almost."

They shared a small chuckle, and Ford started climbing up to the top bunk.

“Kinda early for bed. Especially for you.”

“I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“And I didn’t bounce back from it nearly as well as I thought I would.”

“Guess all that junk they say about teenagers needin’ more sleep is true.”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

* * *

Going to bed earlier seemed to have helped Ford’s mood, come morning. He wasn’t nearly as groggy and grumpy as he had been yesterday. He still insisted that Stan stop by the doughnut shop on the boardwalk for coffee on the way to school, but he at least had the good sense to swipe enough coins out of the change jar at home to pay for it himself.

Stan, for his part, seemed a little more confident going into school today. Perhaps it was because he was looking forward to the boxing match tonight. It was something familiar, something he and everyone else knew he was good at.

It was another day of trying to lay low. Another day of coasting through classes. No one seemed suspicious of them. No one seemed to notice how Stan was actually answering questions in their math and science classes. No one seemed to notice that Ford actually managed to climb all the way to the top of the rope in PE. Stan wondered about it out loud to his brother at lunch.

“I believe it’s the timeline resisting change.” Ford mused quietly. “We know changing the greater flow of time is difficult, even when someone is actively attempting to change the past. So far, we’ve been going out of our way to keep things more-or-less the same, so perhaps the time stream just… diverts their attention elsewhere. It makes me wonder: what kind of enormous act would it take to make people notice? To actually alter the flow of time?”

“Ford, we’re not gonna test that theory.”

“No, of course not. Not on this trip at least.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “I’d prefer not on any trip, but honestly I’d be worried there was something wrong with you if you didn’t say something like that.”

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