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Hello, everyone! This is the LONGEST TEXT EVER! I was inspired by the various other "longest texts ever" on the internet, and I wanted to make my own. So here it is! This is going to be a WORLD RECORD! This is actually my third attempt at doing this. The first time, I didn't save it. The second time, the Neocities editor crashed. Now I'm writing this in Notepad, then copying it into the Neocities editor instead of typing it directly in the Neocities editor to avoid crashing. It sucks that my past two attempts are gone now. Those actually got pretty long. Not the longest, but still pretty long. I hope this one won't get lost somehow. Anyways, let's talk about WAFFLES! I like waffles. Waffles are cool. Waffles is a funny word. There's a Teen Titans Go episode called "Waffles" where the word "Waffles" is said a hundred-something times. It's pretty annoying. There's also a Teen Titans Go episode about Pig Latin. Don't know what Pig Latin is? It's a language where you take all the consonants before the first vowel, move them to the end, and add '-ay' to the end. If the word begins with a vowel, you just add '-way' to the end. For example, "Waffles" becomes "Afflesway". I've been speaking Pig Latin fluently since the fourth grade, so it surprised me when I saw the episode for the first time. I speak Pig Latin with my sister sometimes. It's pretty fun. I like speaking it in public so that everyone around us gets confused. That's never actually happened before, but if it ever does, 'twill be pretty funny. By the way, "'twill" is a word I invented recently, and it's a contraction of "it will". I really hope it gains popularity in the near future, because "'twill" is WAY more fun than saying "it'll". "It'll" is too boring. Nobody likes boring. This is nowhere near being the longest text ever, but eventually it will be! I might still be writing this a decade later, who knows? But right now, it's not very long. But I'll just keep writing until it is the longest! Have you ever heard the song "Dau Dau" by Awesome Scampis? It's an amazing song. Look it up on YouTube! I play that song all the time around my sister! It drives her crazy, and I love it. Another way I like driving my sister crazy is by speaking my own made up language to her. She hates the languages I make! The only language that we both speak besides English is Pig Latin. I think you already knew that. Whatever. I think I'm gonna go for now. Bye! Hi, I'm back now. I'm gonna contribute more to this soon-to-be giant wall of text. I just realised I have a giant stuffed frog on my bed. I forgot his name. I'm pretty sure it was something stupid though. I think it was "FROG" in Morse Code or something. Morse Code is cool. I know a bit of it, but I'm not very good at it. I'm also not very good at French. I barely know anything in French, and my pronunciation probably sucks. But I'm learning it, at least. I'm also learning Esperanto. It's this language that was made up by some guy a long time ago to be the "universal language". A lot of people speak it. I am such a language nerd. Half of this text is probably gonna be about languages. But hey, as long as it's long! Ha, get it? As LONG as it's LONG? I'm so funny, right? No, I'm not. I should probably get some sleep. Goodnight! Hello, I'm back again. I basically have only two interests nowadays: languages and furries. What? Oh, sorry, I thought you knew I was a furry. Haha, oops. Anyway, yeah, I'm a furry, but since I'm a young furry, I can't really do as much as I would like to do in the fandom. When I'm older, I would like to have a fursuit, go to furry conventions, all that stuff. But for now I can only dream of that. Sorry you had to deal with me talking about furries, but I'm honestly very desperate for this to be the longest text ever. Last night I was watching nothing but fursuit unboxings. I think I need help. This one time, me and my mom were going to go to a furry Christmas party, but we didn't end up going because of the fact that there was alcohol on the premises, and that she didn't wanna have to be a mom dragging her son through a crowd of furries. Both of those reasons were understandable. Okay, hopefully I won't have to talk about furries anymore. I don't care if you're a furry reading this right now, I just don't wanna have to torture everyone else. I will no longer say the F word throughout the rest of this entire text. Of course, by the F word, I mean the one that I just used six times, not the one that you're probably thinking of which I have not used throughout this entire text. I just realised that next year will be 2020. That's crazy! It just feels so futuristic! It's also crazy that the 2010s decade is almost over. That decade brought be a lot of memories. In fact, it brought be almost all of my memories. It'll be sad to see it go. I'm gonna work on a series of video lessons for Toki Pona. I'll expain what Toki Pona is after I come back. Bye! 'm back now, and I decided not to do it on Toki Pona, since many other people have done Toki Pona video lessons already. I decided to do it on Viesa, my English code. Now, I shall explain what Toki Pona is. Toki Pona is a minimalist constructed language that has only ~120 words! That means you can learn it very quickly. I reccomend you learn it! It's pretty fun and easy! Anyway, yeah, I might finish my video about Viesa later. But for now, I'm gonna add more to this giant wall of text, because I want it to be the longest! It would be pretty cool to have a world record for the longest text ever. Not sure how famous I'll get from it, but it'll be cool nonetheless. Nonetheless. That's an interesting word. It's a combination of three entire words. That's pretty neat. Also, remember when I said that I said the F word six times throughout this text? I actually messed up there. I actually said it ten times (including the plural form). I'm such a liar! I struggled to spell the word "liar" there. I tried spelling it "lyer", then "lier". Then I remembered that it's "liar". At least I'm better at spelling than my sister. She's younger than me, so I guess it's understandable. "Understandable" is a pretty long word. Hey, I wonder what the most common word I've used so far in this text is. I checked, and appearantly it's "I", with 59 uses! The word "I" makes up 5% of the words this text! I would've thought "the" would be the most common, but "the" is only the second most used word, with 43 uses. "It" is the third most common, followed by "a" and "to". Congrats to those five words! If you're wondering what the least common word is, well, it's actually a tie between a bunch of words that are only used once, and I don't wanna have to list them all here. Remember when I talked about waffles near the beginning of this text? Well, I just put some waffles in the toaster, and I got reminded of the very beginnings of this longest text ever. Okay, that was literally yesterday, but I don't care. You can't see me right now, but I'm typing with my nose! Okay, I was not able to type the exclamation point with just my nose. I had to use my finger. But still, I typed all of that sentence with my nose! I'm not typing with my nose right now, because it takes too long, and I wanna get this text as long as possible quickly. I'm gonna take a break for now! Bye! Hi, I'm back again. My sister is beside me, watching me write in this endless wall of text. My sister has a new thing where she just says the word "poop" nonstop. I don't really like it. She also eats her own boogers. I'm not joking. She's gross like that. Also, remember when I said I put waffles in the toaster? Well, I forgot about those and I only ate them just now. Now my sister is just saying random numbers. Now she's saying that they're not random, they're the numbers being displayed on the microwave. Still, I don't know why she's doing that. Now she's making annoying clicking noises. Now she's saying that she's gonna watch Friends on three different devices. Why!?!?! Hi its me his sister. I'd like to say that all of that is not true. Max wants to make his own video but i wont let him because i need my phone for my alarm.POOP POOP POOP POOP LOL IM FUNNY. kjnbhhisdnhidfhdfhjsdjksdnjhdfhdfghdfghdfbhdfbcbhnidjsduhchyduhyduhdhcduhduhdcdhcdhjdnjdnhjsdjxnj Hey, I'm back. Sorry about my sister. I had to seize control of the LTE from her because she was doing keymash. Keymash is just effortless. She just went back to school. She comes home from school for her lunch break. I think I'm gonna go again. Bye! Hello, I'm back. Let's compare LTE's. This one is only 8593 characters long so far. Kenneth Iman's LTE is 21425 characters long. The Flaming-Chicken LTE (the original) is a whopping 203941 characters long! I think I'll be able to surpass Kenneth Iman's not long from now. But my goal is to surpass the Flaming-Chicken LTE. Actually, I just figured out that there's an LTE longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE. It's Hermnerps LTE, which is only slightly longer than the Flaming-Chicken LTE, at 230634 characters. My goal is to surpass THAT. Then I'll be the world record holder, I think. But I'll still be writing this even after I achieve the world record, of course. One time, I printed an entire copy of the Bee Movie script for no reason. I heard someone else say they had three copies of the Bee Movie script in their backpack, and I got inspired. But I only made one copy because I didn't want to waste THAT much paper. I still wasted quite a bit of paper, though. Now I wanna see how this LTE compares to the Bee Movie script. Okay, I checked, and the Bee Movie script is 50753 characters long. Not as long as some of the LTEs I mentioned, but still longer than mine and Kenneth Iman's combined. This LTE is getting close to 10000 characters! That means it'll be half the length of Kenneth Iman's LTE. That's pretty exciting. Also, going back to the topic of the Bee Movie Script, I tried to write the entire thing out by hand once. But I never finished it, especially since I'm focusing on this thing now. Maybe I should write this LTE out by hand. Nah, I don't think I will. Yay, we're at 10000 characters! Let's celebrate by talking about MUSIC! Music is cool. That concludes our celebratory discussion about music. Thank you, and have a good rest of your day. Hi, I'm back now, and I got a book! It's a dictionary for a language called Elefen. It's like Esperanto, but better. Now I can learn Elefen even without internet! That's pretty cool. I will now write something in Elefen. See if you can understand it! Here goes: Si tu pote leje esta, tu es merveliosa! Elefen es un lingua multe fresca! Did you understand that? Maybe you can't speak Elefen, but you still understood that because of your knowledge of other languages. Elefen is cool because it's an actual language, not an English code like Pig Latin or Viesa. Oh, I forgot to mention that my sister is back from school. She's blasting Rhett and Link songs right now. Have you seen that picture of Rhett and Link standing with a bunch of *******? Sorry, I almost said the F word there. That would've broken my rule of not saying the F word. I wrote something in Elefen, so I will also write something in Toki Pona. See if you can understand it now! sina sona e toki mi la sina pona mute a! I can speak Toki Pona fluently, by the way. It's also a pretty cool language. My sister is still playing annoying songs. It's hindering my focus right now. But it's fiiiiine. Okay, luckily she's run out of songs to play. At least for now. She's trying to think of another annoying song to play. Now she's playing a song by Green Day. Not NEARLY as bad as the other songs she just played. I should go for now. Goodbye! Hello, I'm back once again. I don't know why I feel obligated to say that every time I come back. But I'll keep doing it anyway. My sister stopped blasting annoying songs, so that's good. She's cooking something in the microwave. I'll go check to see what it is right now. Nevermind, it's already done cooking. Right, I remember! It's mac and cheese! Now she just started singing "I have a tongue, you don't, because I cut it off yesterday". I don't know what goes on in her mind when she does stuff like that. I've been messing around with my Elefen dictionary for a while, looking up whatever random words I can think of. By the way, the whole reason I'm doing this longest text ever is because of pointlesssites.com. That's how I found the Flaming-Chicken LTE, which inspired me to start writing this LTE. So thanks, pointlesssites.com! I check that website every day to see what new pointless websites they add. You know, I could double every letter I type so that this text would be twice as long as it normally would be. But nah, that's kinda cheating. So I won't. Also, SUBSCRIBE TO PEWDIEPIE! There, I did my part. Not that anyone will read this, but still. 'Twould be nice if you subscribed to PewDiePie. That's another word I invented. Actually, I looked it up, and I didn't invent it. Someone came up with it before I did. That's pretty sad. Also, LEARN VIESA TODAY! IT WILL CURE YOUR DEPRESSION! Seriously though, learn Viesa. It won't actually cure your depression, but I'm desperate for speakers. I only have one other person to speak it with. I should go now. Goodbye. Hi, I’m back. I just came up with an idea: SIMPLIFIED ENGLISH! Or, in Simplified Engish: Simifid Enis. It’s where every group of consonant letters is reduced to the first consonant in that group of consonants, and same goes with the vowels. If a word ends up being just a single consonant with no vowel, put ‘a’ at the end. So “I like eating my waffles” becomes “I like etin ma wafes”. Isn’t it the most amazing thing ever? Nah, it’s not quite as amazing as Viesa. Actually, Viesa isn’t a real language, so it’s less amazing then Elefen and Toki Pona, both of which are cool languages. I kinda figured that half of this text would be about languages. Oh well. I just really want this to be the longest text ever, without using copy and paste, keymash, etc. If you remember, my sister did a little bit of keymash in this text a while ago. I would’ve deleted it, but nah, I didn’t feel like it. And besides, it’s not like it took up half this text. I have an estimate for how long it’ll take me to be the world record holder: about one month. I think I can manage one month of writing this. You know what? I’m just gonna break my rule of not saying the word “furry”. There, I said it. Now I’m allowing myself to write “furry” whenever I want. So with that out of the way, let’s talk about how I first became a furry. For some reason, I have the exact date when I became a furry memorized. It’s May 4, 2018. At that time, I discovered that I was a furry by watching some furry YouTube videos. I knew about the existence of furries years before this, but I didn’t know much about it until this time. I said to myself, “You know what? I’m a furry now,” and that’s what started it all. And I’ve been slowly learning more about the fandom ever since. I would like to participate more in the fandom when I’m older, but I’m too young for most of it right now. Guess I’ll just have to wait. But in the meantime, I can write about it in this text. I should sleep now. Goodnight. Hello, I'm back once again. Happy Pi Day! I memorized a bunch of digits of Pi once, not sure how many I still remember... I have literally nothing to write about now. I've been trying to come up with something for the past 10 minutes, and I still have no idea. Literally nothing is happening right now. It's pretty boring. My sister is watching Friends, as usual. Okay, since there's nothing for me to write about, I should go now. Bye! Wow, it has been a while since I last added to this. It is now July 10, 2019. Last time I edited this page was Pi Day, which was March 14. Those 4 months of this thing being untouched end today! Wait... 4 months? That means I was supposed to get this past the world record three months ago. Oh well. I have put many things into this text. A lot of them were cringy, like how I keep mentioning furry-related things. You know, I should stop putting things in here when I know I'm gonna cringe at them later. I'll try not to do that from here on out. I just know I'll fail though. I'd hate to be aware of someone reading this entire thing... like, if I had to sit and watch a family member or something read this entire text, I would cringe so hard. I would not want that to happen. I am currently pasting the entirety of the FlamingChicken LTE onto a page on OurWorldOfText. The frustrating thing about pasting stuff there is that it pastes one letter at a time, so it takes forever to paste long text. And when the tab isn't open, I'm pretty sure it just stops pasting, so you have to keep the tab open if you want it to continue. Why am I even doing this? No idea. I might not even paste the whole thing. I probably won't. Hey, I just had a thought. What if, in the future, students are reading this for a class assignment? What if this LTE becomes part of the school curriculum? If so, hi future student! I hope you're enjoying reading my CRINGE. What is my life coming to? That's enough writing for now. Goodbye. Hey again. Might as well continue writing in here for a bit. Hey, have you ever heard of 3D Movie Maker? It's a program from the 90s (that still works on modern computers) where you can make 3D animated movies. It's pretty cool. I've made a few movies with it myself, and many other people use it to make interesting stuff. In case you want to try it for yourself, I'm sure if you google "3dmm download" or something like that, it will take you somewhere where you can download the program. It's kinda aimed at younger children, but hopefully that doesn't stop you from making absolute masterpieces with this program. I have a keyboard in my room (the musical kind, not the one you type words on), and I don't really know how to play it properly, but I do it anyways. I can play a few songs on the piano (albeit with weird fingering because like I just said, I have no idea what I'm doing), including HOME - Resonance and PilotRedSun - Bodybuilder. You might not know one or both of those songs. If you don't know one of them, why not google it? You will have discovered some new music, and it will all be because of me. Why are you reading this, anyways? How did you even find it? Were you like me, and you were browsing pointlesssites.com, eventually finding the FlamingChicken LTE and going down a rabbit hole of discovering random LTEs? Literally the only reason I'm writing this right now is because that happened. I just discovered a new LTE: the RainbowFluffySheep LTE. I'm gonna see how many characters long it is. 75,957 characters. Pretty long, but not as long as the top two LTEs (FlamingChicken and Hermnerps, both with around 200,000 characters). I wanna write as much as possible into this text today. I'm gonna see how much LTE-writing I can do in one day. Hopefully it's a lot, because I wanna hold a world record! Imagine having a world record. Well, would it really be a world record? Because I don't know of any world record books that have "Longest Text Ever" as a record. Oh well, I just hope this LTE passes exactly 230,634 characters. That's all my goal is. I'm not even a tenth of the way there yet, but give it a month and I'm sure I'll get there. Hey, remember last time I said it would only take a month? That was four months ago. I should just stop promising things all together at this point. Forget I said anything about that. Did you know my sister has an LTE? That's right! It's not very long, though, and you can't read it because it's on her phone. She made it while bored at the library. That library was where I used to have web design classes. Those were fun, but I don't do them anymore. Now all I do it sit at home and write stuff in here. Well, I'm exaggerating. I go to the convenience store with my sister sometimes. But that's pretty much it outside of being bored on a computer. I should be a less boring human being. One day, I should translate this entire LTE into Viesa. That would be a big waste of time, even bigger than writing the LTE itself. But I could still do it. I don't think I ever will. This text is simply too long, and it'll be even longer than that by the time I pass 230,634 characters. By the way, if you think I'm gonna stop writing this once I pass 230,634 characters, you're wrong! Because I'll keep writing this even after I pass that point. It'll feel nice to be way ahead the record. My sister's alarm clock has been going off for half an hour and I haven't turned it off. Why? Because LAZYNESS! Actually, I really should turn it off now. There, I turned it off. First when I tried to turn it off, it started playing the radio. Then I tried again, and it turned off completely. Then I hurt myself on the door while walking out. So that was quite the adventure. I'm gonna go sleep now. Goodnight! Hey, I'm back again. My computer BSOD'd while writing this, so I have to start this section over again. That's why you save your work, kids! Before I had to start over again, I was talking about languages. Yes, I decided to bring that topic back after a while. But I no longer want to talk about it. Why? Because it'll probably bore you to death. That is assuming you're reading this at all. Who knows, maybe absolutely zero people will read this within the span of the universe's existence. But I doubt that. There's gotta be someone who'll find this text and dedicate their time to reading it, even if it takes thousands of years for that to happen. What will happen to this LTE in a thousand years? Will the entire internet dissapear within that time? In that case, will this text dissapear with it? Or will it, along with the rest of what used to be the internet, be preserved somewhere? I'm thinking out loud right now. Well, not really "out loud" because I'm typing this, and you can't technically be loud through text. THE CLOSEST THING IS TYPING IN ALL CAPS. Imagine if I typed this entire text like that. That would be painful. I decided to actually save my work this time, in case of another crash. I already had my two past attempts at an LTE vanish from existance. I mean, most of this LTE is already stored on Neocities, so I probably won't need to worry about anything. I think I might change the LTE page a little. I want the actual text area to be larger. I'm gonna make it a very basic HTML page with just a header and text. Maybe with some CSS coloring. I don't know. Screw it, I'm gonna do it. There, now the text area is larger. It really does show how small this LTE is so far compared to FlamingChicken or Hermnerps. But at least I made the background a nice Alice Blue. That's the name of the CSS color I used. It's pretty light. We're getting pretty close to the 1/10 mark! That's the point where we're one tenth of the way to making this the longest text ever, meaning all I have to do is write the equivalent of everything I've already written so far nine more times! Not gonna make any promises, though. How come every time I try to type "though", it comes out as "thought"? Why do I always type the extra T? It's so annoying that I have to delete the T every time. Okay, only mildly annoying. Not as annoying as I previously described. I apologize for my exaggeration of the annoyance level of me typing "thought" instead of "though". I just realized that most of the games I play are games that I've been playing for at least six years. I started playing Garry's Mod in 2013, Minecraft in whatever year version 1.2.3 came out. Now I have to look that up. March 2, 2012. So I started playing Minecraft approximately during that time. Wow, seven years ago! Coincidentally, I was also seven years old then. I remember the days of 2012-13. That was when I still played Roblox and made terrible YouTube videos. I was called "Infinite Budgets" back then. I also remember the days of 2016. A lot of people thought that was a terrible year, but for me personally, it brings me a lot of nostalgia because I talked a lot with my online friend at the time, and I did livestreams on YouTube and stuff. It was fun. 2016 was also when I got the phone that I still have to this day. Yup, my phone is three years old. My life was completely different when I got this phone: I was 11 years old, my YouTube channel actually had activity, and I wasn’t writing this text. I’m currently writing this in the car. We are on out way to the dollar store. And since I’m writing this on my phone, I’m making a lot more typos than usual. Some of them might make it through, so be prepared for that. Anyways, we appear to be getting close to the dollar store. I have a gift card for that place. I think so anyways, it might be for a different store... Yup, this dollar store is different. Oh well. My sister has an obsession with sponges. I’m sure she’s gonna find the sponges and go crazy over them. Why does she like sponges so much? No idea. She just found a bag of tiny baby dolls, and she wants to put them in ice cubes and call it “Ice Ice Baby”. She is truly a strange human being. My sister also has an obsession with stuffies. She has such an addiction, that she’s banned from them. Now she found the wigs and she’s considering buying one. She’s been looking at them for quite a while now. We’re out of the dollar store, and now we’re going to the computer store. I have no idea why we’re here. I guess we just are. Now we’re going home. Welp, that was a fun adventure. Stay tuned for more fun adventures as you read through this LTE. I should go now. Bye! Hello again. I made a private world on OurWorldOfText for my sister and I, but she doesn't want to join it. She doesn't think it'll be fun. Now I'm just editing it alone. How sad. But oh well. Now I’m here adding more to this text. I once made a Discord server specifically for a language called “Bo”, where the only word is “bo”. I made it almost four months ago, and somehow, it’s still going. People are still spamming nothing but “bo” there. It’s great. I also once made a server where you’re not allowed to use any vowels. It was a very strange server. I deleted it after some time though, so all that insanity is no more. I also used to own a Pig Latin server, but it got inactive so I deleted that too. We had some good memories in that server though. Now there’s a new Pig Latin server, but it’s not owned by me. Dang, my YouTube channel has been dead for so long. I haven’t posted a video in a year. I want to revive it, but I don’t know what to post there. I’ll figure it out. I doubt my channel will ever go back to it’s 2016 legacy, but I’m sure I’ll post something eventually. Random fact of the day: there are thirty-nine question marks so far in this text. Am I about to make it forty? Yes, I just did. Now the fact I initially stated is no longer true. Or is it? Because I said “so far” in the fact, that implies that we’re talking about the moment that fact was said, disregarding any future events. Now I’m pretty sure that fact is still technically true. Welp, I guess I should just accept that I’m editing that world of text alone for the rest of my life. I originally put a bunch of complaining in there, but I deleted it all. The thing is, now that world will never be same without all of that complaining about my sister not being here. But that’s fine. Hey, I just had a cool realization. Basically, there’s this conlang (constructed language, for those not in the know) server where we have a Sentence of the Week activity. In this activity, someone posts a text with a maximum of nine sentences, then people translate it into their own conlangs. My realization is this: if we take nine sentences from this LTE every week, there would be a whole year of sentences for people to translate. There are approximantly 523 sentences in this LTE. Divide that by 9 sentences each week, and you get 58 weeks worth of sentences, which is approximantly the number of weeks in a year. Quick maths. I actually suck at math, but that’s besides the point. I should go now. Goodbye! Hello, I’m back again. I really need to come up with different hello and goodbye messages, because I’ve already said “Hello, I’m back again” once before. Same with the “I should go now. Goodbye!” I said at the end of the previous section. I was going to explain what a “section” is, but I’m terrible at explaining things, so I’m not going to anymore. I guess you’ll just have to figure it out yourself. It’s probably not very hard to figure out, anyways. I guess I can just say that a section starts with me saying hello, and ends with me saying goodbye. That should be enough explaination, now that I think about it. Hey, do you ever feel like you never have any idea what you’re talking about? That’s my entire life. I just summarized it all in one sentence. On an unrelated note, I feel like half this LTE is just me talking about the LTE itself. I mean, press CTRL+F on this webpage, then type “LTE”. Look at all the times I use it in this text! Not counting the ‘lte’ in the word ‘multe’, of course. Dang, now the search results will include that, too. Anyways, half of this text is just me talking about how I’m trying to get this text to be the longest. Well, the longest LTE, anyways. I still have a long way to go. I’m only 12.7% of the way there. I mean, minus the four month gap, my estimation is that I’ve only been writing this for not even two weeks. So it makes sense that this LTE isn’t very long yet. Whenever I look at this webpage, it looks long at first glance, but the longer I look at it, the more I realize how short it actually is. It’s something that I can’t explain. For real this time. I just realized that none of this is helping the fact that half this LTE is about the LTE itself. I should bring up a new topic, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about much else. Why? Because, like I said, I never have any idea what I’m talking about. Most of this LTE is just me talking about LTEs or languages. Sometimes furries, but I don’t wanna go back into that territory at this point. But it doesn’t matter, because I’m still gonna write this LTE for as long as possible, even if it means talking about the same things half the time. Also, LEARN VIESA! Haven’t said that in a while, so I might as well bring it back. The documentation for Viesa is on this very website, so go ahead and read it! You might need to know some linguistic knowledge to understand it, though. In fact, you probably won’t understand most of it unless you know some amount about lingusitics, so you have been warned. If Viesa is too much for you, Pig Latin will probably be better for you. If it's so easy that kids can learn it, you can too! It's a language you can learn in probably five minutes, so why not give it a try? You may also enjoy Ubbi Dubbi, where you place 'ub' before every vowel sound. It's also a very easy language to learn, although not quite as popular. The thing is, none of these are even real languages. They're just codes, and very simple codes at that. You could probably crask Pig Latin or Ubbi Dubbi rather easily. Viesa too, actually. But I still enjoy them occasionally, even if Pig Latin and Ubbi Dubbi are inefficient and easy to crack, and Viesa is easy to crack yet unneccesarily difficult. I do make real languages, but I never put in the effort to learn them to fluency. At least I make them at all. Here’s a fun game: I will open up a random page from a book, and tell you the first word I see. English. That’s the word. Stay tuned for more fun games as you read through this LTE. We’re back, and we’re gonna play the same game as before. Ready? Subject. Now we’re gonna do it again. Reading. And again. Itself. Constituent. Grammar. Colloquial. Black. Outline. Add. About four of those words were language related. You’ll never guess why! (Spoiler alert: it’s a conlanging book). I’m running out of ideas now. I’m just gonna generate a random word and try to talk about it. Forbid. That’s the opposite of “allow”, I’m pretty sure. I don’t really know what else to say. Well, I guess I failed at generating a topic I could talk about. You know what's weird? My favorite word hasn't been used once in this entire text. I'm about to change that forever. Epic. Yup, my favorite word is "epic". I use it on a regular basis. I say "That's epic" all the time. It's a word I can't live without. Hey, I've now written more of this text after the 4 month gap than before it! Just thought I'd share that fact. Also, I'm gonna try and write as much as possible in this LTE today. I've already written more today than the day I first said I was gonna write as much as possible, so that's a good sign. The thing is, I don't know what to write about. I need to write about something, otherwise I won't write at all and I won't accomplish my goal. Wait, what goal should I set? How many characters should I write today? I'm gonna try and get 10,000 characters. I've already written almost 5,000 today, so from here I just have to write the equivellant of everything I've already written today. I'm just gonna try it and see if I make it. Maybe sometime in the future I'll do a bigger goal, like 15,000 or even 20,000 in one day. Actually, I don't know if 20,000 would even be possible for me. It might be, but it sounds like somewhat of a stretch for me to write that much in a single day. We'll see how long 10,000 takes, though. I'm already doing a bad job at this. I haven't typed anything here in several minutes. I need a topic. Um, Vabungula, I guess? Basically, it's a conlang created by Bill Price in 1965. It amazes me how one can work on a single conlang for that long. Most of the conlangs I start making die after 15 minutes. Anyways, I really like it because... um, I don't know, actually. There's not really anything about it that's super interesting (other than how long it's existed), it's just his personal conlang. Maybe it's the amount of development that went into it. It has over 5,000 dictionary entries and several texts written in the language. I'm sure most people reading this don't care about my language related talk, but I gotta make this long. I'm desperate to reach my 10,000 character goal. I've got 4,000 to go. I just found a website that generates random art from a seed. I just put this entire text as the seed, and it generated something quite nice. I would put the picture here, but I want this LTE to be nothing but text, so I won't do that. I've been playing with this for a while now. Many of the seeds produce boring pictures, but some of them are nice. For example, I just used "e" as the seed and it produced a nice looking picture. "a" looks nice too, arguably nicer. I've been using nothing but the word "nice" to describe these pictures. Maybe it's time to get a bigger vocabulary? "b" looks, um, good? I don't have the right vocabulary for this. I also don't feel like doing every single letter, because the pictures take some time to generate. But if you want to do it for yourself, just go to random-art.org and try it out! By the way, this is another website I found through pointlesssites.com. You know, the same website that lead me to the FlamingChicken LTE, which lead me to begin writing this whole thing. But what made me discover pointlesssites.com? Vsauce mentioned it. But what made me discover Vsauce? YouTube Reccomendations, probably. But what made me discover YouTube? As far as I remember, my dad showed it to me when I was 6. So I would like to thank my dad for being the reason I started writing this. He's the one who showed me YouTube, which reccomended me Vsauce, which mentioned pointlesssites.com, which brought me to the FlamingChicken LTE, which inspired me to start my own LTE. If he had never shown me YouTube, I wouldn't be here writing this text, and you wouldn't be reading it. Well, that's probably not true, because I probably would have discovered YouTube by other means, thus leading me to Vsauce, leading me to Vsauce, leading me to pointlesssites.com, leading me to the FlamingChicken LTE, leading me to... okay, I really need to stop now. I've gone too far. But you know what I haven't gone too far with? This LTE. I don't think I even can go too far with writing this text. Unless this text gets so long that it surpasses the 1GB storage limit of Neocities. In which case, I'll need to upgrade to Supporter in order to get a 50GB storage limit. But what if the text gets so long that is surpasses that? I don't think I'll ever make it there. I mean, 50GB is about 50 trillion characters. So I think we're good. I still need to get to 10,000 by the end of today. I've got 1,500 to go. Currently watching a livestream. It's reminding me of when I used to livestream back in 2016. I still kinda miss those days. But at the same time, I was quite awkward and had zero social skills, so I'm not sure if I'd want to go back. At this point, everything I've written today is longer than what can fit on the screen at once. At least on my computer screen. It probably changes with different screen resolutions and devices. But anyways, it's pretty unusual for that much of the LTE to be written in a single day. I don't want to pressure myself into writing this much every day, though. Last time I forced myself to complete a certain amount of something every day, it was overwhelming and I ended up losing motivation, thus letting down all my fans who were anticipating the August 30th, 2016 release date. Okay, the amount of eager fans was probably a number you could count on one hand, but still. By the way, if you're wondering what this "something" was, it was GoAnimated Garbage: The Movie, which was supposed to be an hour long episode of a series I made to make fun of random GoAnimate videos. In case you're not the type of person who knows what GoAnimate is... hoo boy. Basically, it's a drag-and-drop animation website infamous for the "grounded videos" that people made with it, among other types of videos. It's this whole community that I neither can explain nor want to explain. But I had somewhat of an association with that community back in the day. On my YouTube channel, I used to make a genre of GoAnimate video known as the "OS video". Typically an OS video is where some sort of hated character within the GoAnimate community forcefully installs their operating system onto a user's computer, and the user has to deal with this OS until they eventually find a way to "destroy" it. I made five of these videos. In chronological order: Caillou OS, Boots OS, Franklin OS, Little Bill OS, and Crap OS X. Caillou OS is the most viewed video on my main channel, which is unsurprising since Caillou is pretty much THE character associated with the GoAnimate community. When I made that video, it was a big transition for my channel. The channel's name was changed from Infinite Budgets, which had been my name since 2013 when I made crappy Roblox videos, to Allisima. All of my old videos were deleted, with the exception of my "Barney Errors", which was yet another genre of GoAnimate video. Basically, a Barney error is when a user's computer/console/whatever session is interrupted by a "Barney Error", a message informing the user that Barney has been killed, and the device must not be turned off because it's an "important message". There's also a bomb that's placed in Barney's "lair", the timer for which is displayed in the error. The user gets some amount of "chances", and every time the device is turned off, the user looses a chance and the time until the bomb explodes decreases. Eventually, the user turns off the computer enough times that there are no more chances left, the bomb explodes, and some sort of punishment happens. These punishments can range from having to downgrade your operating system, to having your computer destroyed, and in extreme cases, even to death. I once made a whole channel for Barney Errors, where I made about twenty of them before quitting. After that, I eventually quit GoAnimate all together, but I still made Crap OS X, an OS video made with Powerpoint. I also made an interactive OS parody called Windows Poop Editon, again with Powerpoint. Before that, I also made one called "Atch OS" using my old Windows XP netbook. I just checked to see if my old Weebly website still exists, since there's an Atch OS download on there and I wanted to see if it dissapeared from existence or not. Appearantly it does! I'm getting so much nostalgia from this website. It's like a window into 2016, when I had fun making these videos on a regular basis. I'm way past my 10,000 character goal now. I'm kinda glad I set this goal, but again, I'm not gonna force myself to do it everyday. I think I'm gonna stop writing for today. Bye! Hey, I'm back. Yes, that hello wasn't original either, since I already said it once. Specifically, after my sister seized the LTE and started spamming. You remember that, right? I hope you read through this whole thing instead of just picking a random part (which just happened to be this part) and reading only a tiny bit. Nah, I'm just kidding. Read this text however you want to, it doesn't matter if you read this entire text from start to finish or not. I mean, I did put some cringy stuff in here, as I keep mentioning. But it's on the Internet, and since recently, on my homepage, so I know people are gonna read it. Really the only reason I'm making this is because I have a weird obsession for writing giant walls of text. Guess what? I just added translations of this LTE into various conlangs on my website! But they're all very incomplete, and I probably won't finish them ever... I mean, if I'm gonna finish any of them, 'twill probably be the Viesa translation since it's the easiest to do. Hey, 'twill's back! I remember the very beginnings of this LTE, when I first mentioned 'twill. That was 40,000 characters ago. Appearantly I'm measuring time with characters now. Hey, what's the average amount of text I write per day in this LTE? The four month gap probably significantly drops that amount. Let's see! The trouble is finding out when I started writing this LTE, because I don't know the exact date. I'm just gonna estimate that it was March 12, based on the amount of times I said goodnight before I said "Happy Pi Day". It's not a very accurate measurement, though, because sometimes I stop writing for the day without saying goodnight. But anyways, from March 12 to today, July 16, is 127 days. As of that previous sentence, there are 42,549 characters in this LTE. 42,549 characters divided by 127 days equals about 335 characters per day. That's not very much at all. To get an idea of how short that is, the first 335 characters of this LTE consist of about 64 words and 8 sentences. As I predicted, the four months of no activity had a big impact on this number. But what if we ignore the 4 month gap, which was from March 15 to July 9, I've only been working on this LTE for ten days. 42,549 characters divided by 10 days is about 4254 characters. That's much better. It might be that big because of the 12,600 characters I wrote yesterday. I said I wouldn't do it every day, but honestly, I'm feeling like doing a goal again today. I think I might even go a bit higher than yesterday. Let's do 15,000 characters! I have zero life outside of this LTE, anyways, so I think I'll make it. As long as I keep typing about random stuff for the entire day, I'll probably get past 15,000 easily. I think I'm insane. Literally all I do anymore is write this LTE. My mom is almost certainly concered for me, because I was in my room pretty much all of yesterday and my sister told her about how I'm trying to write the longest text ever. But enough about my descent into insanity for now. Let's get this LTE to over 55,000 characters today! This is probably the most meta LTE in existence. Like I've said, I talk about the LTE itself as much, if not more than anything else. By the way, if I were to write as much as I did yesterday every day, I would reach my goal in just 15 days. Now I'm tempted to do that, even though I said I wouldn't set a goal like that every day. I think I might end up doing it subconciously. I kinda wanna convince some other people I know online to start their own LTE. Wouldn't it be fun if we all had our own LTEs? They would probably all die within a day, but at least I wouldn't be the only one writing an LTE in 2019... The most recently updated LTE I've seen is the RainbowFluffySheep LTE, which I believe was last updated in late 2018. That wasn't really that long ago, but still, I don't think it's being updated anymore. Now let's do an LTE Timeline! The original FlamingChickens LTE was probably started sometime in 2004, and Hermnerps was started the same year. The FlamingChickens LTE stopped in 2005, while the Hermnerps LTE actually lived on until 2009, although edits after the end of 2004 were rather sparce. The Kenneth Iman LTE was started in 2013 and was last updated in 2015. The RainbowFluffySheep LTE both started and was last updated in March 2018. And of course, the WhileTrue LTE was started in March 2019 and is still being updated today. Wow, 15 years of LTEs! I think my LTE is the only one still being updated. It would be nice if someone else was writing their own LTE along with me. But 'twill be hard to convince other people to waste their lives writing a useless wall of text. You never know, maybe an LTE that stopped being edited years ago will come back from the dead. That seems kind of unlikely though. Very strange fact incoming. A certain word has not been used since the very beginning of this text. Ready to learn what it is? I shouldn't tell you, actually. Of course, that would ruin it. Unless you want me to ruin a really cool fact. Surely you wouldn't want that to happen. Okay, I'll just tell you, because I'm probably gonna end up using it again someday or another. The word is "various". If you search for "various" in this LTE, you'll only find it at the very beginning as well as here. And I was gonna keep this a secret, but just now I did this thing where if you take the first letter of each sentence, it spells out "VARIOUS". Kinda clever... I guess? Anyways, for those who are insane enough to be reading this entire thing from the start Wow, you have quite the dedication. My LTE isn't even the longest yet, but perhaps in the future, when it is the longest, people will be challenging themselves to read the entire thing. And maybe you're one of them! Perhaps you're reading this long after I've passed my goal, in which case you still have quite a bit to go. So I wish you luck on your Longest Text Ever reading adventure! I've been talking about LTEs all day. For the past 6,000 characters, in fact. I need to find something different to talk about. But first, I just had an idea pertaining LTEs. I should compare this LTE to the longest joke in the world! The longest joke in the world is 56,554 characters long, which is about how long I'm trying to get this LTE by the end of today. So if I reach my goal today, this text will be longer than the longest joke in the world! That's pretty cool. I would also be a quarter of the way to my goal. But let's get back to finding something different to talk about. I can't think of anything. My sister is singing a song about wanting Subway. I will never understand her. What goes through her brain that makes her decide "Yeah, I think it would be a good idea to sing about how I really want Subway"? I don't get how her brain works. She also likes eating paper. I asked her and appearantly she was perfectly okay with me writing that in here. She probably thinks nobody's ever gonna read this. But she's gonna be wrong! Eventually. Now she's asking me to write about how she likes yogurt. "Because I didn't used to", she says. She's eating mango yogurt, and she has water in a Gatorade bottle. Now I'm asking her what else I should put in this text. She says I should write about how there's wild sage where we live. Now she's having hot chocolate. She didn't ask me to write that, but I told her I was going to write it and she said okay. My sister might start her own Longest Text Ever, again. She says it will have only one word repeated throughout the entire text. But I told her that it defeats the purpose of an LTE. In the original FlamingChickens LTE, one of the very first things that is written is "I will just type, and type, and never, ever use copy and paste". Okay, I just made a webpage for her LTE (it's gonna be an actual LTE this time). Stay tuned for "The Best Longest Text Ever", as she calls it. I think it should have just been called "KKs Longest Text Ever" or something, but whatever. She types really slow, but I hope her LTE will be successful nonetheless. Warning: if you do go and read her LTE, she spoils Spiderman: Far From Home at the very beginning, so be careful about that. In fact, she's basically typing the entire plot of the movie. Well, that's one way to increase your LTE's length, I guess. My sister is listening to her terrible songs instead of writing her LTE. Well, she has her LTE page open, but she's not writing anything and is singing instead. Actually, she's writing stuff now, so ignore everything I said previously. She's still writing the entire plot. Her LTE is now 2,000 characters, which isn't very long, but she's only been working on it for an hour. Plus she's a slow typer. She types everything with one hand. It might take a while for her LTE to get to this level. But assuming she keeps writing it and doesn't forget about it after today, it'll get pretty long eventually. I still need to write 7,000 characters today. My sister is watching a cringy video made by our old elementary school. They became a French immersion school after I left. She found one of the videos I was in... oh god, I can't stand to look at that video. It hurts me to think about those days. My sister's LTE webpage has text now! Maybe I should create a page linking to all the LTEs I know about. I think I'll do that. Boom, it is done. I think I'm gonna also put a link to it on this page. There, that's done as well. Guys, I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it to 15,000. I still have 5,000 characters to go (I was completely off earlier, I don't have 7,000 left to go), and there's not much left of the day. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to make a goal for the day in the first place. After all, LTE writing is supposed to be fun! Sort of. There's zero need to make unneccesary deadlines. I think it just reduces the fun, as well as the part of my life that isn't just writing huge walls of text. From here on out, I declare character-per-day goals abolished. I will no longer make attempts to write a certain amount in a single day. I should have listened to my past self, who said not to do goals every day. But I didn't, and now I regret it. But anyways, here's a fun fact about this LTE: excluding my upcoming usage, the pronoun "he" is only used twice in this LTE, and they both refer to my dad. On the other hand, the pronoun "she" is used forty times! Almost all of these refer to my sister. Only one refers to my mom. I guess I just really like talking about the weird stuff my sister does. But not as much as being meta and talking about my own LTE. Here's another fun fact: "LTE" is the fourteenth most common word in this text! That's insane. It's more common than words you'd expect to be common, like "you", "I'm", "for", "be", "about", "was", and so on. I really need to talk about other things once in a while. But since I have zero creativity, I always resort to talking about the same topics. From what I've seen, most other LTEs are pretty diverse, but mine isn't at all. Honestly, this is likely the most boring LTE to read. But my absolute lack of creativity means it's probably gonna stay that way for a long time. I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to sleep. Maybe I'll be more creative by tomorrow. Probably not. Anyways, goodnight. Hey, I'm back, and I don't feel any more creative. But I did have a dream last night, so I'm gonna talk about that. Last night, I dreamt that I was in one of our old houses, and I saw that someone made a video roasting Viesa. They talked about how you shouldn't say "dog" in Viesa, because appearantly "deeg" is bad or something? I don't know. Then they said the rule where W becomes V is weird, but I don't remember the reason they said it. I didn't really care about how they roasted my language. Then I watched a Minecraft video for whatever reason, and then the dream ended. How do other LTE writers have so many topics to talk about? All I ever talk about is either LTEs themselves, or the fact that all I ever talk about is LTEs. There's no diversity. I very rarely talk about anything else. And when I do, it's usually about languages and lasts only a few sentences. There, I deleted it. Oh, you don't have any context. Basically I wrote a bunch of depressing stuff, then I decided to delete it all. I knew I was going to regret it later, in the same way I regret writing all that stuff about furries. Not that I think there's anything wrong with being a furry, it's just that it personally makes me uncomfortable looking back on it. I'm not even into that stuff as much anymore. I don't watch furry YouTube, and I don't talk about how much I want a fursuit/go to a convention. That's a part of me that's slowly disappearing. Okay, I'm gonna stop talking about that, because I literally just said how I regret talking about it in this text. You know, I've been feeling kind of down about this LTE lately, because as I just mentioned, all I ever talk about is this LTE itself, there's no diversity, blah blah blah. It's especially been like that ever since the four month gap. In fact, I barely talked about LTEs before that gap. It's like I lost all my creativity after four months. You know what? I'm officially gonna say this: If, for some reason, you are reading this before you decide you want to start reading this entire text, READ EVERYTHING FROM "WOW, IT HAS BEEN A WHILE" TO HERE AT YOUR OWN RISK, BECAUSE YOU WILL LIKELY DIE OF BOREDOM DUE TO THE MONOTONOUS TOPICS! There, now I'm gonna try and forget that half this LTE is the same exact boring topic. I will also try to avoid writing about the same exact boring topic for the rest of this text. Let's celebrate the End of Monotonous Topics (EMT) by talking about how we (my sister and I) had lunch and did various other things with our grandpa! So grandpa asked if we wanted to have lunch and spend an afternoon with him, and we said yes. Then he picked us up, and we went to a nearby town where we had lunch, went to a museum which was a house built in 1909 as well as the town's first hospital, and got ice cream from what is appearently one of the best ice cream places in the country, according to grandpa. So today was a fun day. I'm gonna go now. Bye! Hey, I'm back. That's the fifth time I've said that. I need to come up with more original... nah, whatever. Anyways, I had a dream last night which was basically a whole movie I don't remember most of. All I remember is playing a keyboard at the store for some reason, and that the dream ended with a random car horn. Oh, and there was Minecraft involved in the beginning, which I'm pretty sure is becoming a recurring theme in my dreams. I don't know why that happened, because I rarely play Minecraft anymore. Do any of y'all remember the DVD screensaver meme? That was one of my favorite memes. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, many DVD players had this screensaver where it was a DVD logo bouncing around the screen. The big moment that everyone anticipates is when the logo hits the corner of the screen perfectly, because, well, it's just so SATISFYING! I used to watch a livestream that was literally just this screensaver running endlessly. And when it hit the corner, it was a huge celebration for both me and everyone else watching. I got so excited when the logo hit the corner. My computer's screensaver is even still a DVD screensaver. But nowadays when I see it hit the corner, I don't have as much enthusiasm as I used to. I've just seen it too many times for it to be exciting anymore. Plus, the meme isn't even a thing anymore. I doubt that livestream is even still running. But you never know, so I'm gonna check to see if it's still going. Oh wow, it is! That was the last thing I expected to see in July 2019. But only four people are watching it, which makes sense. The title now says "DVD Logo Screensaver For 1 Year", even though it hasn't quite been going on for a year. But when it hits that point, perhaps that's when it will finally end? It should have ended months ago, if you ask me. Yup, I was right. There's a countdown on the livestream to when it ends, and it says 181 days, 9 hours, 12 minutes, and 3 seconds. Wow, the corner hit and wall hit numbers are much bigger now. The most corner hits I'd seen is around 1400 or so, but now it's at 4776! The wall hits used to be in the hundred-thousands, now it's at over two and a half million! Hello, I have returned. There, I came up with something original to say! Anyways, I just combined every single LTE I know of (including this one) and put it onto one single page on a Wikia wiki called "No Rules Wiki". That wiki exactly as you would expect from the title. I found it a while ago, and I thought it was about time I made a contribution, even if pasting over half a million characters into a single article is breaking some rule... I've been wanting to make Viesa an actual conlang for so long now. I think it's long overdue at this point. Hey, I'm back again. These sections are getting shorter and shorter each day. But oh well. I just discovered how much I like the word "number". I don't know why, but it's just so fun to say! I think I've liked that word ever since I was a toddler learning my numbers! I remember thinking it was a fun word even back then. At that time I had two little electronic toys: one was orange and for numbers, and one was purple and for letters. I'm pretty sure those were the colors. I also vaguely remember having a fan that lit up and displayed custom messages. I haven't seen anything like that since then. All I hear right now is Baby Shark being blasted upstairs. You know that song, right? I don't know who doesn't know it at this point. I can't think of a single person I've seen that doesn't know what that song is. Dang, ever since the EMT I haven't been writing as much in this text. Looks like LTEs were all I could talk about. Oh well. How many times have I said "oh well"? Probably a lot. About eight times, in fact. I'm back again. I went a full day without writing anything into this LTE yesterday! There were a lot of things happening that day, so I didn't feel like writing. I could've written at least a little bit, but I didn't. Time for me to use this LTE as my dream journal yet again! I had a dream where my domain was "exin" (or something like that) instead of "whiletrue", so that was a thing. I also had a dream where there was this game that I thought existed in the real world, but it didn't. Dreams do that sometimes. I don't remember much about the game, but it involved the Simpsons, I guess? Also, I was in a weird store where they had an... iCarly laptop? And a bunch of gift cards. That's all I remember. For now, at least. My sister does not like synthwave. She says "it's repetitive", "the sounds they use don't sound like music", and she doesn't like how it doesn't have lyrics. First of all, she's hypocritical because she always listens to the same songs on repeat. And why does it matter that it doesn't have words? Why does she think every single piece of music in existence has to have words? YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR OPINIONS THERE! (That was a reference to a cringy GoAnimator that no one reading this will get, unless you came to this website from my YouTube channel which you subscribed to during my OS video days). Anyways, synthwave is objectively the best genre of music. I remember hearing HOME - Resonance for the first time in a Discord voice chat, and it was magical. I wish I could listen to that song for the first time again. That was how I got into synthwave. You know what my favorite color combination is? Yellow text on a magenta background. Oh, and don't forget the Comic Sans. That is just pure beauty right there. In fact, it's used in the first frame (well, close enough) of "history of the entire world, i guess", which makes me love that video even more. We're at 60,000 characters, 1,000 sentences, and 12,000 words! Weird how all those counts hit such round numbers in one day, huh? I need to stick to the EMT, so I should stop talking about that. My sister is attempting to build a Lego city. Her goal is to have three buildings, since she doesn't have THAT much Lego. Have you noticed how quickly I've been switching topics in this text? That's because I can't talk about anything for a long time. That is, unless that thing is languages or LTEs. I am currently trying to revive a language my sister and I started making a while back. Sometimes my sister has days when she doesn't hate languages for some reason, then she ends up starting one. But of course, she regained her hate and abandoned it. Now I'm the only one working on the language. By the way, the language is called Lazay, which was the successor to Zula, the first language we made together which is now deleted. We started writing the language on paper, but then I started a Google Doc. I'm sure the papers are still here somewhere. I'm just too lazy to find them. I’m back again. I haven’t been ending these sections with goodbyes recently. But whatever. We’re on our way to IKEA to get a dresser for my room. We’re listening to Queens of the Stone Age right now, and I’m just waiting for “Fortress” to come on. I sing that song in Viesa, but I make up half of the lyrics. It goes: Ванавар јак фиртрас кува, ма башег ђара, ја сок. Try and translate that! The song is playing now. I like this song. We’re back from IKEA now. Actually, we’ve been home for hours now, and we’ve already built the dresser. My computer crashed (but don’t worry, I started writing this in Google Docs on my phone), and now Google Chrome won’t open. So I have to use Microsoft Edge for now. I’m gonna sleep now. Goodnight! Hello, I'm back. My sister is brushing my back with a hairbrush, and I don't know why. I asked her what I should write about (because I have zero creativity), and she said I should write about that. I'm gonna type whatever comes to my head now. Hi, I'm a boring human being who has zero creativity whatsoever and still happens to be writing an LTE. Isn't that insane? How could this be? Nobody knows, and nobody will ever know. It is a strange mystery that has yet to be solved. Hmm, I wonder if I should go and eat pancakes now? I'm so random right now. In fact, there's an entire subreddit for that: r/iamsorandom. You should check it out! I mean, you don't really have to, but it would be nice if you did. I use Reddit a lot, but I only use it for language-related stuff. Well, I make posts in language-related subreddits, but the non-language subs that I look at are ones that I don't post anything to, because I know nothing about literally anything that isn't languages. And heck, I don't even know much about languages! I only make English codes and call them "conlangs". Sort of. I usually don't actually call them conlangs, but I use them for such purposes. I speak Viesa as if it were a real language, but it simply is not. Why did I make Viesa in the first place? Well, you see, it all started out as a joke for April Fools' Day. I called it "the new universal language", despite it literally being a cipher of English. What!? A cipher of English being a universal language? How silly! What a funny joke, right? Maybe? Somewhat? Anyways, I then made a SECOND VERSION! DUN DUN DUN! This second version had CLICKY SOUNDS which, spoiler alert, dissapear in the next version of Viesa. Sad, right? RIP CLICKS 2018-2018 NEVER FORGET! I also added WACKY GRAMMAR STUFF and PRONOUNS! WOAH! How crazy! Then I made the next version: VERSION 3.0! This version added CYRILLIC! (you know, that alphabet the Russians use, as well as the Serbs, whose version of the Cyrillic alphabet I stole for Viesa. Hehehe!) And that's the entire history of Viesa, explained in a Zany way! Do you like how I capitalized "Zany" there? Aren't capital letters so cool? They let you YELL AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS! They add EXCITEMENT! And most of all, they let you capitalize words like This. lowercase letters are also cool. without them, we'd all be yelling and screaming all the time. That would be pretty tiring, wouldn't it? I see two water bottles. One is empty, while the other still has some water in it. The empty one is blue, and the one with the water is pink. I should also mention that the blue one is mine, while the pink one is my sister's. I got that water bottle because I lost my other one at school. But GUESS WHAT? I FOUND IT IN THE LOST AND FOUND! Wow! Now I had two water bottles. How Wacky and Crazy and Zany and Bizzare and all those adjectives that perfectly describe this epic moment! Wow, writing your mind is a great way to increase your LTEs length! Before I was actually THINKING about what I was writing. But now I barely do, and it's greatly improving my LTE! Except the overuse of capital letters might throw the reader off guard a little because of how sparingly I've used them in the past, but oh well. I could fix it, but I don't feel like it. I want to continue writing, but I need to sleep now. Goodnight! Hi, I'm back again. My computer crashed AGAIN, and I was ignorant enough to not save my work, so that means I have to start this part of the text all over again. That's quite unfortunate. But did I mention that my Google Chrome is working again? That's the good news. It's good news because Google Chrome has all my logins, websites, and stuff like that. Hopefully you know what I mean when I say that. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. I don't even know what I mean right now! I'm probably insane right now. Especially since I'm writing this right now, as I have been for about 18 days minus the four month gap... I think. I hope I did that right. As I've said before, I'm bad at math. My sister just read the entirety of what I've written today for some reason. My sister just sang "I want your computer to crash again because I'm evil". She IS evil if she wants my computer to crash. At least I'll have this section saved. In fact, right now I'm pressing Ctrl+S after every sentence! Including this one. And this one. Also this one. I think you get the point now. My sister keeps typing into this LTE without my consent, and I keep having to delete it all. It's pretty annoying. Hey, flashback to when I said that way at the beginning of this text! You know, the part where I talk about the Teen Titans Go episode called "Waffles" where the word "Waffles" is said a hundred-something times. You know what else is said a hundred something times (in this LTE)? The letter J. So far it's been used 115 times in this LTE. That's your Interesting LTE Fact of the Day! Well, not really "daily", but whatever. Here's a story: Once upon a time, people got tired of starting off their stories with "Once upon a time", so they stopped doing that. But one person decided not to stop using "Once upon a time", and used it at the beginning of this story. And that person is ME! The end. Wasn't that a lovely story? You're probably not thinking that. Again, I'm not creative in any way whatsoever. That's why I don't usually write stories and instead write giant walls of text full of meaningless information, like the one and only WhileTrue's Longest Text Ever that you're reading right now. Hopefully nobody died of boredom from reading between "Wow, it has been a while" and the EMT. That's the most boring part of the LTE! 90% of it is just me talking about LTEs themselves. How uninteresting is that? Very uninteresting. Penguins. What are they? I don't know. What am I even writing right now? I haven't a clue. Isn't it weird that I said "haven't a clue" like that? Normally "haven't" isn't used if it's alone as a verb, as in "I haven't my keys". Who says that? Nobody, that's who. And yet "I haven't a clue" is an actual thing I've heard people say. Anyways, AFRICA! That was random, but let's discuss it anyway. Africa is a well-known song by Toto. It's a good song. I can kinda sorta play it on piano? Maybe? I don't know. Another song I can play on the piano is All Star by Smash Mouth. You know, the Shrek song? Anyways, I once made a video called "All Star but it's played on a Sesame Street piano" and it got almost a million views. It's been stuck at 900,000 for what seems like forever now. I'm gonna check to see if it's at a million now. I doubt it, though. Nope, still at 926,000 views. And I doubt it's gonna get any more, to be honest. It had a good run though. My sister is chugging applesauce. She thinks she's epic because of it. I don't know anymore. I seem to keep saying that after everything I type at this point. It's strange. Hello, I have returned after yet another long absence. When was the last time I added to this? I think it was somewhere in July. So yeah, it’s been three months, as it is now October 17, 2019. The end of the decade is approaching fast. I’m a bit excited, because I’ll have significant memories from more than just one decade! My earliest significant memories started in Kindergarden, which was in 2010. This means that I only really remember one decade. But now that an entirely new decade is coming up, I’ll be able to remember another! Part of me feels like I shouldn’t be excited over this, since the boundaries between years is arbitrary, and a decade is 10 years only because we count in base 10, so if we counted in base 12 or something, a decade would be 12 years long. That was kind of a run-on sentence, but I don’t really feel like making this text perfect, anyway. Have you heard of the Library of Babel? libraryofbabel.info is a website containing every possible combination of the lowercase letters a-z, space, comma, and period. The library is divided into hexagonal chambers. Each hex contains four walls. Each wall contains three shelves. Each shelf contains 32 volumes. Each volume contains 410 pages of 3200 characters each. Everything you could ever say or write is on this website. Even this LTE! See for yourself: https://libraryofbabel.info/bookmark.cgi?lte. Okay, that’s only the first bit of it, but every other bit of this LTE is somewhere in the library! In fact, here’s the next bit: https://libraryofbabel.info/bookmark.cgi?lte:1. It’s split up into about 20 different pages. I don’t feel like putting links to all of them here. It also removes punctuation that the library doesn’t use, like the exclamation point, question mark, colon, and so on. But it’s pretty mind-blowing stuff, if you ask me. If you try and browse the library yourself though, you probably won’t find much more than total gibberish. It’s crazy to think that everything we could ever possibly say or write is massively outweighed by meaningless strings of letters and punctuation.

#Lol i tried also im not a furry ignore the furry part #nor am i young

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starcrossedimbecile · 3 years

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Femboy Hooters

The imagine(?) is finally here! It's slightly male x male, and it involves some of my original characters (OCs)! It's also a crackfic (though taken somewhat seriously), but I hope you enjoy!

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I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Today I was supposed to be starting my first day at work at Femboy Hooters. It was a new joint that just opened up not far from where I lived, and it was honestly the stupidest shit I've ever heard. And yet Baba somehow managed to talk me into applying for a job there. He wouldn't stop talking about it, saying how amazing it was and that "I should TOTALLY get a job there."

I hesitated at first, but I eventually caved in. I applied for a job, went to the interview, and they pretty much hired me on the spot. They told me that I was "perfect" for the job. As much as I hate to admit it, it was actually a pretty good ego boost hearing that in spite of my overall opinion on Femboy Hooters. And besides, I've gotta earn money somehow.

As I laid in bed doing absolutely nothing, my phone buzzed. I lazily picked it up and stared into its almost mesmerizing glowing screen. It was a text from Anzu.

Bitch-ass Springtail mofo🌚: Hey Ken, I heard you got a job at Femboy Hooters.

How the hell did he know about... that? Oh, Baba probably told him. The little bitch doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

You: Yeah, I'm supposed to be starting today. I've gotta leave in a few minutes.

Bitch-ass Springtail mofo🌚: I see. Well, I'll see you there, I guess?

Damn, Anzu sure is quick to reply. Wait, what does he mean by that?

You: What?

Bitch-ass Springtail mofo🌚: Uh... You'll see. And when you do, PLEASE don't laugh. Already got enough of that from Rei.

You: Um... Okay? Well, I've gotta go now. If I don't, I'll be late.

Bitch-ass Springtail mofo🌚: Alright. See you there.

I turn off my phone and stuff it in my pocket. I put on my shoes and toss on a generic black jacket over my generic t-shirt and walk out the door. I get in my car and set my phone's GPS to the Femboy Hooter's location and drive off.

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I arrive at the Femboy Hooters, which looks like every other Hooters with the word "Femboy" slapped onto it. I assumed it must be some new chain Hooters decided to open, as if the original wasn't doing well enough (albeit not because of the food).

I exit my car and lock it with a sigh, walking up to the building before being stopped by a guy standing at the door. Wait, they have bouncers? I thought this was some low-class restaurant, not a fucking club.

"Excuse me," the guy spoke. "We don't open for another-- wait, are you Kendric?"

"Yes, I am. And..." I let out an audible gulp, swallowing my hesitation. "I... work here."

"Oh! You're the new guy, right?! Right this way~."

Suddenly, the guy took me by the hand and led me inside, where I was soon met by a guy who was a bit taller than I was. He wore professional-looking clothes, but dressed in a way you'd probably expect a woman desperate for head to wear them. Uh, to put it simply, he dressed somewhat like a woman. And in all honesty, I was pretty fucking intimidated by him. I mean... from the looks of it, he might be the goddamn manager of this place! I definitely don't wanna get on his bad side.

"Ah, you must be Kendric!" He spoke in a slightly feminine tone, which threw me off-guard. "Welcome to Femboy Hooters. I'm Aiden, and I'm the manager here. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He extended an arm for a handshake, and I shakily accepted it, trembling in my own skin for some reason. "I-It's nice to meet you, too, Aiden..." I spoke, but my voice cracked like a little bitch.

"Oh, there's no need to be nervous. It'll take some time, but you'll get used to everything here soon enough," he reassured me, which helped me to relax a bit.

Aiden then handed me a bundle of clothes, which I immediately recognized as the uniform I was supposed to wear. "Here's your clothes. You're going to be a waiter here. You can change into these in the employee bathroom."

"Um... Thank you, sir. Err..."

"Sir is fine."

"Right... Thank you."

After that, I headed to the bathroom to get changed, entering an empty stall and locking it thereafter. I stripped out of my clothes and into the uniform, which immediately made me feel embarrassed as fuck. The "uniform" was a small revealing(?) white tank top with the Femboy Hooters logo on it coupled by a pair of tight, orange booty shorts that I swear to god revealed the bulge of my dick.

I can't believe Baba talked me into this. I think I'm gonna commit toaster bath. Or maybe step on a lego and die.

...Eh, I guess if the other employees will be wearing this, then I guess it's not that bad. I'm probably just being overcritical.

Letting out a deep sigh, I exit the bathroom. I happened to notice a few of the other employees (who looked oddly familiar) and decide to see what they were up to. Sure enough, some of these employees were people I knew, but the one that really caught my attention was the small winter springtail standing at the bar—Anzu.

Anzu was wearing the same uniform as, well, everyone else, and I almost burst into laughter. I know I had no place to laugh at him, but he looked so ridiculous in it! There was no way I could look at him without desperately trying to stifle my laughter.

"God dammit, you said you wouldn't laugh!" Anzu shot a glare at me as he spoke, his small insect arms making their way to his hips.

"A-Actually, I didn't," I responded through stifled laughter.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're wearing the same thing, too, you know."

"I... I know, but..." I took a deep breath in attempt to get myself to calm down. "It's just... You're so tiny! And it just... You look hilarious."

"What does being small have to do with anything?!"

At this point, Anzu seemed pissed, which told me that I should probably back off. It wasn't until Junpei walked over to us and tried to calm us down, her bug antennae bobbing as she did. She had the body of a human male, just like me, but had antennae extending out of her head. It's kind of like what you'd see in a kitsune or okami, where their animal ears stick out of their head, if you know what I mean.

"Come now, is it really necessary to fight? I'm sure Kendric didn't mean to laugh at you."

"What?! I... He... Err... I guess you have a point."

"Very good. And Kendric, apologize to Anzu for making fun of him."

As much as I didn't want to apologize, I knew that that was the only thing I could do in this situation. So reluctantly...

"I...I'm sorry, Anzu, for making fun of you..."

"Alright, I suppose I can't stay mad at you. I forgive you," Anzu replies.

That went surprisingly well.

After that incident, a large, muscular ant-like creature walked over to us. "Alright, they're about to open up this place!" he shouted. "So get busy! I'll be in the kitchen if any of you need help."

"Ah, well, I guess we'd better get to work. Take care!" Junpei waved to us, then left. I watched her walk away before I felt a cold hand resting on my shoulder, causing me to jump.

"Ack! Hey, get your hands off of--" I was about to turn around and roundhouse kick the owner of the hand before I locked gazes with the ant. He looked big looking at him from a distance, but now he was practically towering over me. Holy shit.

"There's no need to be alarmed. You're the new kid, right?"

"U-Um... Yeah." I gulped as I spoke.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Alexei, one of the chefs here."

"K-Kendric. I'm Kendric."

"I see. Well, don't get discouraged during your first few days working here. You'll eventually get used to it."

"Ah... Thank you." As soon as I'd said that, Alexei nodded and began walking over to the kitchen and entering. I sighed as I turned to the sound of one of the main doors opening and closing in the distance. Oh, it's a customer.

Shaking off my anxiousness, I approached the customer as they took a seat. The customer was a man around my age who had dark purple hair with a small tuft of white highlights around his right ear. The clothes he wore were almost classy, as though he was a businessman of sorts. If he's that professional, assuming he is, then what the fuck is he doing at a place like this?

Anyway, before I could take the time to think of a response, his indigo eyes met my topaz ones and began to speak.

"Ah, hello there. Come to take my order?"

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Was this guy seriously talking to me? I mentally panicked. I was never good at talking to people. I have no idea what to say! Frantically, my gaze darted around the room. I happened upon Junpei, who was also taking an order. She was talking to them in such a strange manner, but perhaps...

I turned to the man and began to speak.

"Hello! Welcome to Femboy Hooters~!✨ How may I help you today~?"

He simply chuckled. "Aha, someone seems awfully happy today. I'd just like a Pepsi and a grilled cheese."

I flustered a bit at his response, but took his order nonetheless. "Wonderful! Will that be all~?"

"Hmm... Yep. That's it. Unless..."

"U-Unless...?" What the fuck? What was that about? A hypothesis came to mind, causing me to fluster a bit more... before he laughed again.

"Nah, I'm just teasing. But that's about it for my order."

I let out a relieved sigh and nodded. "Very well. Your order will arrive shortly~!✨"

After that, I made my way towards the kitchen area to give the chefs the order. In all my life, I'd never expected for something that... strange... to happen. And Junpei wasn't making anything better, either.

"Hey Ken, were you about to get some head over there?" she asked in the worst teasing tone imaginable.

"Ugh, Junpei, you're being fucking ridiculous." I will admit, though, he did seem a bit attractive. Dunno if he's straight though.

Junpei laughed at my response. "Whatever you say."

I sent her an annoyed glare as she walked away, but recovered quickly. Before I knew it, the chefs had finished the man's order and handed his dish and Pepsi to me through the window. I carefully took it and made my way to him.

"Here you go! A grilled cheese and Pepsi, just like you ordered~!✨"

"That was fast. Thanks, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? Holy shit, he was definitely flirting with me. At this point, I couldn't help but blush at his statement.

"Ah, there's no need to feel shy. I'm Dmitri Ashford, by the way. I'll definitely be coming here more often."

Somehow, just hearing his voice made me calm down a bit. Feeling my embarrassment wash away, I began to speak. "I-I'm Kendric. It's nice to meet you."

"A pleasure to meet you, too, Kendric. Perhaps I'll be seeing you tomorrow?"

"Y-Yeah... I'd like that."

"Wonderful. Well, I guess I shouldn't be holding you up. I suppose you have more customers to attend to."

"Yeah. Well... I'll see you later, then!"

"Without a doubt."

We waved before I departed. In the distance, I could make out Junpei's faint chuckles. God fucking dammit.

I guess I'll be looking forward to working here every day after that encounter.

#original characters #ocs #anzu #alexei #junpei #kendric #dmitri ashford #imagine #fanfiction #crack fic #crack treated seriously #femboy hooters #femboy #cross posted on ao3 #male x male

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bittysvalentines · 4 years

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of course (it’s us)

From: @willdexpoindexter

To: @crocophant

Giftee, I hope you love this! you said you loved bed sharing and mutual pining and boy did I chock this full of those.

Justin’s bed broke on a Tuesday morning.

He wasn’t even sure how it happened, but when he swung his legs over the side, the frame just split. Holster chirped him about breaking his bed in the most boring way possible but then offered to share his own. Justin made his excuses about using the couch and not putting him out, but Holster wouldn’t back down and he eventually caved to his best friend.

Holster had a queen mattress at Haus 2.0, and while it felt so much larger than the twin bunk Justin had sometimes shared with him at Samwell, it suddenly felt tiny when Justin joined him in it that night. Holster climbed in first, taking the spot by the wall and the air felt charged as Justin pulled back the covers and laid down.

“Thanks again, bro,” Justin mumbled as he nestled into his pillow beside Holster.

“Anytime, bro,” he whispered back. “I wasn’t gonna make you sleep on that couch. You don’t even fit on it.”

Justin didn’t know why Holster was whispering but it suddenly felt important not to break the silence.

“It’s different,” Justin answered in his own whisper, even as his body relaxed into the bed.

“‘S the same, Rans.” Holster reached out and pulled Justin into a loose cuddle. “Just two bros, cuddling. Let the cuddles happen.”

Justin smiled up at him and let himself be held, pushing down on the weirdness he was feeling for being in Holster’s bed. ‘It’s the same,’ he told himself.

Because the thing was, ever since they’d graduated and moved to Haus 2.0, Justin had been missing Holster. He had no reason to! They had bedrooms next door to each other and desks on the same floor at work. They commuted together, ate nearly every meal together, talked constantly. But at the end of the day, Holster went into his own room and Justin missed him.

There was just something wrong about not sharing a room with Holster anymore, and the more it bugged him, the more he retreated into himself and then felt bad for doing so since Holster hadn’t done anything! He just had to get his head straight.

His subconscious clearly had no qualms about being close to Holster, because the next morning, Justin woke up spooned around him. He took a deep breath and reveled in the feeling of Holster in his arms. ‘It’s the same,’ he told himself again.

Holster stirred and woke up, rolling so he was flat on his back and looking up at Justin.

“Morning, Holtzy.”

Holster smiled. “Hey, Rans. Sleep alright?”

“Yeah,” Justin answered with a soft smile. He couldn’t remember ever sleeping this well in this Haus, actually. And he’d slept in Holster’s bed before! After anxiety attacks or just stressful days, Justin often sought out a bro cuddle. But those nights, Justin was exhausted and never slept well. Last night though? Oh my God, he had slept so well it was kind of embarrassing. He swallowed it down. “You?”

“Yeah,” Holster answered with an easy smile. “We should get up.”

“You’re right but you shouldn’t say it.” Justin groaned as he hauled himself out of the cocoon of warmth.

Holster laughed and followed him out of bed. They got ready for work together as always but it felt different. Like they had been living in a different universe briefly in that bed and now he had to step out of it. Justin wanted nothing more to go back.

He pushed the thought from his head and pulled on his coat.

The day passed in a blur. A big pitch was coming up at work and Justin didn’t have any time to think about the latent feelings of the morning. By the time he collapsed into Holster’s bed that night after staying late and working until well past nine o’clock, Holster had just wrapped him up and held him close. He felt himself relax into the hold slowly and finally looked up at his best friend.

“Thanks, Holtz.”

“Rough day?”

He knew it had been, he was just giving Justin room to rant if he needed it. God, Holster knew him so well. “Yeah. I’m okay now, though.”

“I got your back,” Holster assured him with a smile.

“I didn’t have a chance to call the bed place,” Justin mumbled into Holster’s chest. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Don’t even worry about it, bro. It’s not like it’s some great hardship to cuddle you,” Holster chirped. His chest rumbled with laughter beneath Justin’s forehead and he grinned. He loved Holster so much.

Oh shit, did he love Holster? Was that what this was? The missing him from right next door, the ease of falling into his arms, the misery of not being by his side all day?

“Rans? You okay? You’re kinda weirding me out, bro.”

Justin took a deep breath, consciously relaxing his muscles and looked up.

“I’m okay,” he lied. Holster didn’t look like he believed him. He wasn’t yet, but he would be. “Just stressed, I guess.”

“What can I do?” Holster asked.

Justin shrugged. “I just wanna sleep I think.”

Holster nodded and nudged at his shoulder until Justin rolled over, then pulled him to his chest. “You’re little spoon tonight. That’s the rule for stressful days, Ransy.”

Justin chuckled as he let Holster hold him and hoped he would fall asleep quickly so Justin could worry in peace.

As Holster’s breathing evened out behind him, Justin let his mind wander. He felt so secure in Holster’s arms. He felt at peace here. He loved being held by Holster. He loved being with Holster. He missed him when he wasn’t around. He wanted nothing more than to stay in this bed forever.

He was in love with Holster.

The morning dawned bright and Justin woke to find himself laying on Holster’s chest. He had slept just as well after his realization as he had the night before, and it only made him feel more secure in himself. As with everything related to Holster, even things that should cause anxiety did the opposite. A small part of him thought he should be worried that he had fallen for his best friend, but it was Holster. Holster made him calm.

He looked up at Holster and found him looking down at him sleepily. The sunlight peeking through the curtain lit his hair in a fiery halo and Justin fought to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. Even though he was secure in his realization, it wasn’t the time to share it.

“Morning, Rans,” Holster yawned, and Justin’s heart beat faster. Yep, this was happening.

Justin took a deep breath and decided to just let it happen. For too long, he’d been fighting this new (ish) urge to look at Holster, compliment him, touch him, hold him. He was gonna let himself do it.

“Hey, Holtzy,” Justin murmured, staring up at his best friend. He squeezed him a little where he was holding on and Holster smiled at him. “You ready to kick Thursday’s ass?”

“With you? Always.” Holster grinned.

They got up and seamlessly orbited around each other as they worked through their morning routines. Holster got dressed while Justin used the bathroom and then they switched. Justin started coffee while Holster threw bread in the toaster. Holster grabbed their jackets from the closet while Justin double checked both bags were zipped all the way and handed Holster’s to him in exchange for his jacket.

As they walked out the door, Justin let himself bumped into Holster’s arm playfully. Holster smiled over at him.

“You’re the best, Holtzy.”

“Pretty sure that’s you, Rans,” Holster nudged him back.

Justin’s heart soared and a new thought introduced itself: he could press up just a couple of inches and kiss Holster.

It wasn’t a scary thought. He almost expected it to be, such a big change from how he’d previously thought about his best friend. But that same calm settled over the new thought, too, and Justin just smiled. Soon.

Justin spent the rest of the day, through the commute and lunch together at work, through making dinner together with Shitty and Lardo, and through getting ready for bed, absolutely failing to keep his newly acquired heart-eyes to himself. The more he thought about Holster, the more he wanted to never stop thinking about Holster.

“The bed place is coming out Saturday morning,” he told Holster as they settled in for the night. He’d pushed aside thoughts of prolonging the forced bed-sharing and called the place he’d bought the bed from that afternoon. They assured him they would come out as soon as possible and replace the frame under his warranty.

“That’s good. Sucks that it broke so fast but at least they’re taking care of it.”

“Yeah,” Justin agreed. “This is nice, though. Getting to hang out with you more.”

Holster gave him an indulgent smile. “We hang out all the time, Rans.”

Justin just smiled back and shrugged. “Still nice.”

He’d come to the conclusion that he shouldn’t make a big deal about his feelings until after the bed was fixed. If it was weird, he needed to have somewhere to go. Not that he thought it would be weird! He had been basically flirting with Holster all day and he was pretty sure he was flirting right back. But his anxiety demanded a back-up plan. He’d know on Saturday.

Friday was absolutely lovely, as far as Justin was concerned.

He’d woken up to Holster spooning him again and he had basically refused to get up. They’d gotten seats on the train and been pressed into each other the whole ride. Justin let himself rest his head on Holster’s shoulder and Holster had responded by wrapping an arm around him.

“You can nap on me if you want, bro,” he’d said, tugging Justin flush to his side. Justin had grinned to himself and cuddled in.

At lunch, they’d been eating in the kitchen and a couple of coworkers invited them to a happy hour after work.

Holster had been loose with his affection at the happy hour, too, squeezing into a booth and dropping his arm over the back behind Justin.

“Not enough room for all of us,” he’d murmured in Justin’s ear. Justin had squeezed his knee beneath the table in silent thanks and chatted easily to Paul on his other side.

They’d gone home together and Justin had eagerly crawled into Holster’s bed.

“Ransy, it’s like eight o’clock.” Holster regarded him with a chuckle.

“Shut up and cuddle me,” Justin demanded, reaching out for him.

Holster laughed again, loud and free, before crawling into the bed.

“You good?” Holster asked, his voice suddenly serious after the big laugh he’d let out the moment before.

“Gonna miss this,” Justin admitted.

“You’re always welcome to come cuddle, Rans,” Holster promised, squeezing Justin tighter.

“Gonna hold you to that, Holtzy.” He let the silence sit for a moment before looking up at Holster. “You wanna watch some 30 Rock?”

“Only always,” Holster grinned, reaching for his laptop.

Justin let himself relax into the comfortable sound of Holster quoting half the episode to him as they lay in bed together. A small part of him was still wondering if Holster felt the same way, but curled around each other like this? It was them. It had always been them.

He woke up to his phone alarm. He didn’t remember falling asleep or setting the alarm, but of course Holster had his back.

“Gotta get up,” Holster grumbled. “Bed people in an hour.”

Justin chuckled and sat up. “I’ll make coffee.”

The installers worked quickly and his bed was fully functional again less than a half an hour after they’d arrived. He sat on the mattress and stared at the wall. He could tell Holster now, but he was suddenly nervous. Not about them, never about them. But about it not being enough. Holster deserved the world! He deserved to be wooed! Justin would have to come up with a plan and ask him out properly, not just kiss him the minute he could.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in his thoughts when a knock sounded on the doorframe to his room.

“All done?” Holster asked when Justin looked up.

He gestured to the bed lamely. “All done. Don’t gotta share your bed anymore.”

“You know you’re always welcome,” Holster said gently.

“I know.” Justin stood. “Let’s go out for lunch?”

“Okay,” Holster smiled, wrapping his arm around Justin’s shoulders as he came level with him and walking them out of the house.

By the bedtime, Justin still had no plan to woo Holster properly. Everything he thought of was too small for the bigness of his feelings. So he hugged his best friend goodnight and went to his own bed.

Where he laid awake and stared at their shared wall.

His bed felt too big without Holster to wrap himself around and too cold without Holster’s body heat and too quiet without Holster’s small snores. He tried to put it from his mind, clear it of anything and just drift away. He tried to firm up a plan to woo Holster properly.

Nothing worked.

Justin grabbed his phone and checked the time. Nearly two. He was never going to sleep without Holster. Maybe he could just slip into his bed and Holster would accept the cuddle. He decided to go for it.

Justin swung his legs over the side of his newly fixed bedframe and froze as a soft knock sounded at his door. He crossed to the door and opened it.

“Hi,” Holster said shyly.

“I can’t sleep either,” Justin replied. “Get in here.”

Holster’s face split into a giant grin and he climbed into Justin’s bed with him, wrapping around Justin and humming happily.

“Night, Ransom.”

“Night, Holster.”

Justin’s eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep almost immediately.

As had been the case for the last four days, Justin woke up first. As he looked at his sleeping best friend, he realized there didn’t need to be some grand gesture. Things between them were simple, they always had been. They understood each other like that. Besides, Justin had been wooed by this ridiculous man long ago, who’s to say it wasn’t the same for Holster?

“Hey Holtzy?”

Holster blinked awake and smiled shyly at Justin.

“Can I say something? It’s kind of scary, but just… hear me out. I think you should know.”

Holster suddenly looked a lot more awake and grabbed for Justin’s hand. “You’re scaring me, Rans. You know you can tell me anything.”

Justin gave a smile he hoped was reassuring and took a deep breath. “I can’t sleep without you. It was only four days, but I can’t do it. And I need to tell you why. Because I never want to sleep without you again. I’m in love with you, Adam.”

“Oh.” Adam blinked.

Justin gave him a moment to process, squeezing his hand.

“You are?” Adam asked.

“Yeah,” Justin said. He was trying so hard not to be nervous but now that it was out in the open and Adam hadn’t said anything he was starting to worry.

“Since when?” Adam asked at last, his voice cracking slightly.

“I, um, I don’t really know. But I realized it this week.”

“And, uh, what do you wanna do about it?”

Justin laughed, of course this was the one time Adam couldn’t read his mind. “I had hoped to kiss you at some point,” he chirped. “Maybe be your boyfriend if you wanted?”

Adam’s cheeks flushed pink and he nodded fervently.

“Do you have anything you want to share before that happens?” Justin prompted, cupping his free hand to Adam’s cheek.

“God, of course I want to be your boyfriend, Justin! I love you, too; I’ve loved you for so long.” He reached out his free hand to wrap around Justin and pulled him into a searing kiss.

Fireworks burst behind Justin’s eyes.

This was nothing like that time they’d made out at a kegster as frogs, all sloppy and drunk and inexperienced. This was the kiss of a couple in love, who had always been in love and would always be in love.

He melted into the kiss as he slid his hand into Adam’s hair.

They fit together like puzzle pieces because of course they did. They were Ransom and Holster. Justin and Adam. Insta-friends and forever partners.

Boyfriends.

Of course they were.

#holsterransom #bv2020 #bitty's valentines #omgcp fandom #omg check please!

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 11

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 3,817

Warnings: none

It's been a long time since I rock and rolled

It's been a long time since I did the Stroll

Oh let me get it back let me get it back

Let me get it back baby where I come from

(x)

The shrill ring of an alarm clock awoke the couple on Sunday morning. Elle's hand shot out from under the covers, frantically trying to turn it off. After a few seconds of fumbling and silent cursing, the alarm ceased it's screeching. Peaceful silence filled the small bedroom of her apartment, and for a moment he thought of just drifting back off.

He was persuaded out of this thought as he felt a pair of lips press to his neck and a few stray curls tickling his cheek.

"Time to get up," Her voice was full of sleep.

"But it's so warm here," He responded, wrapping his arms around her naked waist.

"I know, I wanna stay too, but we've got work to do," She laughed as he nuzzled his nose with hers.

"We could hold class here, I could teach you a few things while still under the covers," He teased, his calloused hands running further down her body.

"Babe," She half-scolded him, biting back a laugh as his beard tickled her neck as he kissed her.

"I know," He sighed dramatically, letting her break from his hold. The two crawled out of bed, their bodies tensing when greeted with the chilly morning air.

She walked to the bathroom while he retrieved a pair of sweatpants from his bag. He was unfolding them when he felt a sharp smack across his rear. He turned to see her smiling up at him, toothbrush in her mouth.

"Can you blame me?" She asked.

He answered by grabbing a handful of hers before giving her a light smack.

"Brush your teeth, dear," He smiled back. She rolled her eyes but retreated back to the bathroom.

He finished getting dressed, a grey t-shirt from his boot camp days and a pair of sneakers that didn't get much use other than working out in the minuscule station gym.

He switched places with Elle, brushing his teeth and slashing some water on his hair while she got dressed.

He met her in the kitchen, where she was pulling out a frying pan and a carton of eggs. She was wearing a blue tracksuit and a N.O.W. New York chapter t-shirt with a pair of converse.

"Scrambled or Over Easy?" She called to him.

"Over Easy," He answers, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and throwing a few slices of bread into the toaster.

He retrieved the morning paper from the hallway while she turned on the radio. The voice of Carole King drifted from the speakers and filled the kitchen as she cracked the eggs into the pan.

He retrieved the newly toasted bread and set it on the table. He grabbed some plates from the cabinet and held them out so Elle could scoop the eggs on to them. They sat at the table together, her feet in his lap.

He read from the morning paper as they ate, with her adding commentary every once in a while.

"Election Day is coming up, they seem to be writing about it like Nixon was already re-elected,” He shared, absentmindedly moving the egg around in his plate.

"Ugh, I hope not. He's kept us in this war for too long," She scoffed.

"He's been pulling troops out though, it sounds like he is ending it soon,"

"This close to Election Day?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "We'll see what he does after the 8th,"

"So you're for McGovern then?" He asked, putting the paper down so he could finish eating.

"I mean I was hoping Chisholm was gonna be the democratic candidate but McGovern seems pretty strong too," She explained. "Chisholm was an assemblywoman in New York City, did some great stuff there. And it would have been cool to see a black woman as president,"

"Do you think America would be ready for that?" He asked.

"Probably not, but times are changing. I hope to see at least one in my lifetime," She finished her orange juice and poured another glass. "In the meantime, McGovern would end the war, he's been against it since the beginning. No offense to you of course,"

"None taken. I went because it seemed expected of me. Military family and all. And I probably would have been drafted if I'd waited," He explained. "I was 18, didn't really know what was going on, just that I was going to help those in need,"

"And once you were there?" She asked. He realized that he'd never really talked about his service with her before. He could see now the contained curiosity in her face, like she'd been wanting to ask but was unsure of his to brooch the topic.

"I didn't really know why we were there. We didn't seem to be doing much. I barely saw any action. We mostly were in the jungle, keeping watch and being bored. Probably one of the reasons why we came back so quickly,"

"I heard much different stories in college. Not that I don't believe you, but protesters always made it seem like you guys were slaughtering innocent people everyday,"

"I didn't experience that in my time, but I've heard other stories from other people. Some just won't talk about it at all, they freeze up. I don't think anyone really wants to stay though,"

"So you don't think we should be there?" She asked. He paused, thinking about it.

"I don't know if my opinion matters. They aren't going to pull out of Vietnam just because I have an opinion,"

"I think it matters. You were in the thick of it, your opinion probably matters the most. You fought in a highly controversial war that's still going on, and came home to a very divided country. There's protests and media coverage, it's almost impossible to not have an opinion at this point," She stated.

He ran his hands over her feet in his lap. He knew she had strong opinions, he appreciated it. But he didn't himself. He pushed any thoughts of being in Vietnam out of his head, didn't want to think about it. She was making him consider it.

"As I said, I'm not sure if what we're doing over there is helping. Nixon says he's pulling out troops, which is probably for the best. We could be using that money back home,"

"Yeah I think so too," She said quietly. He went back to eating and she poked him with one of her feet a moment later.

"Hey," She called. He looked back up at her. "Thanks for talking to me about your service, I know it must have been hard. And you know that I love you no matter what, right?"

"Yeah," He smiled, tickling the bottom of her foot, making her squeak. "And I love you even if you’re going to protests and making my job harder,"

"Peace and love man," She put up the V symbol with her fingers.

"Just don't run off and become a Hare Krishna. You can't pull off bald," He gets up and kisses her forehead. They both laugh.

"It's almost nine, do you want to start heading over?" She asked him, clearing the table after they were done eating.

"Yeah, let's go," He agreed, helping her set the plates into the sink. He'd volunteered to do dishes later.

They got into his car and drove towards the station. The streets were quiet, with most of the shops being closed for the day.

"Everyone must be in church," She noted, staring out the window as they drove.

"Yeah, it's pretty quiet out here on Sunday mornings," He noted.

"It was like that in Indiana too," She said, "New York was never quiet. Someone was always out and about. And I lived in a pretty diverse neighborhood so we had a lot of different religions around,"

"They do say it's the city that never sleeps," He mused.

"Something always seemed to be going on. Buffalo too, to a lesser extent. That’s were I wen to college upstate,” After a beat of silence she switched topics.

“I took a self defense class when I was home on break once. There was a studio offering a women-only class uptown,"

"Did you ever wind up needing to use them?"

"No, I was pretty fortunate that way. And at home I was always with my brother or friends so no one really bothered me,"

"So you gotta be a little rusty then. I want you to show me what you learned when we get inside," He instructed. "I want to see what I'm working with,"

"I think you've seen what you're working with," She teased, running a hand up his thigh as they pulled into the precinct parking lot.

"You really are trouble," He sighed, cutting the engine and ignoring the pressure building. "Save that for later, we got work to do,"

"You love it," She whispered, pulling him into a kiss by the collar of his jacket. She leaned over the seat to reach him better. Her hands wandered down his chest before settling near the fly of his jeans. Before she could go any further he ran his hand over the polyester covering her ass and gave her a quick smack.

"That's enough," He murmured, his voice pitching low enough to send vibrations through his chest. "Let's get inside, we've got a lot to cover,"

She smiled at him and touched her nose to his before climbing out the passengers side. They walked quickly into the station, getting out of the frigid morning air. The buzz of the fluorescent lights hummed above them as they walked down the deserted halls. Flip explained that the station wasn't as busy on Sunday's, especially first thing in the morning. A lot of the guys were at church or home with their families. Who was left was mostly newbies scattered between the office and patrol duty.

He led her to a room near the back of the station, holding the door open for her before flicking on the light. It was a mid-sized room with a few mats on the floor and a punching bag hanging in the corner.

"It's not much, but it's useful to brush up on stuff from time to time," He explains.

The musty smell of the room hits his nose and he tries to ignore it. They throw their coats by the door and walk to the center of the room.

"So what's first, coach?" Elle asked, pulling her curls out of her face with a hair tie. They settled in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, remaining as unruly as always.

"First, tell me what you know," He stood in front of her, hands on his hips.

"Well, its mostly ju jitsu," She explained. "It was a lot of using other people's strength to your advantage. Like if someone is trying to punch you you can use that arm to launch yourself away from them,"

"How so?" He was genuinely curious, he hadn't heard of this technique.

"Put your arm out like you're coming at me," She instructed, her body positioning itself for action.

He stood there, unsure of how much force he should use. He didn't want to accidentally hurt her.

"You can just do a slowed down punch if that helps," She offered.

He complied, throwing a gentle punch her way, just far enough away that his fist wouldn't connect. She grabbed his extended wrist with her left hand and put her right hand under his armpit, using his force to propel herself past him. He hadn't fully registered that she was behind him when he felt a nudge on the back of his knees.

"From here I could get a good head start on running away, or I could attack you. Maybe knock out your knees, or kick you in the balls, something that would throw you off," She explained, moving back in front of him while she let her fingers trail across his waist.

"That's good," He praises. Elle was a small woman, she was decently strong but still on the easier side to overpower. She would have a lot better chance to get out of a situation by doing moves like that.

"What else you got?"

"I can fuck up your wrist if you grab me,"

He chuckled, not out of disbelief, but because he loved how she would talk. She had a mouth that would've rivaled anyone in his platoon, but she was much prettier.

"Just grab you?" He asked.

"Yeah, get a good fistful of my shirt, and you don't need to be gentle. I won't be," She winked at him.

He took a breath and stepped toward her, fisting his large hand in the cotton of her t-shirt, right by the collar. She grabbed his wrist and dug it further into her chest at an angle, causing a sharp pain to run up his arm. He let out a surprised grunt and tried to use his other hand to push her away.

"That's enough Elle," He gritted out, and she let go of his arm. He shook it out, letting the pain dull before inspecting his wrist. "What did you do? That fuckin hurt,"

"I compressed your wrist," She explained. "Here, I'll do a slowed down version, I won't hurt you this time,"

He cautiously offered his hand again, which she balled up back into a fist at her collar.

"What I did is I bent your wrist so your palm was against me, and then trapped your hand in my armpit at that angle so you can't move. I then bent your elbow and used my hands at the back of your elbow to drive your wrist into me as I drive my weight down. If I kept going, I could probably break your wrist. Or at least do some damage to the tendons," She broke down the steps for him, moving in slow motion to demonstrate where her hands were going.

He watched in silence and, as promised, she didn't put the pressure on his wrist. When she was done explaining, he let go of her shirt, allowing her to smooth it out.

"That's pretty clever," He told her. "Maybe I'll teach those to the guys. You can never be too safe,"

"You could bring me to the office one day, I could kick everyone's ass," She grinned at him.

"You just might, detectives spend a lot of time behind desks. We could use the exercise," He admitted. "Could I show you some stuff now?"

"Sure, tell me what you know," She crossed her arms and waited for his instruction.

"Do you know how to throw a punch?" He asked.

"I can punch," She said simply.

"But can you throw a punch effectively, there's a difference," He started to explain. "Here, punch me in the chest,"

"You sure?" She seemed unsure of his request.

"Right here," He patted his right pectoral. "Hit me as hard as you can, it's okay,"

She took a breath, focusing on the spot his hand just touched. She bounced back and forth on her toes for a moment, one leg in front of the other. She wound up her right arm, drawing it back before quickly propelling it into his chest.

He let out a small grunt, she let out a louder one. It hurt a little, but her technique was sloppy. She shook her hand as she took it back, her knuckles red from impact.

"That was a good start, but the way you hold your hand is slowing you down and could hurt you more than your target," He took her hand in his, manipulating her fingers.

"Curl all your fingers in like this, it'll protect your joints because they're tucked away. You see how no finger sticks out more than another?" He pulled his hands back so she could see before he continued. "Next, don't tuck in your thumb like you did before , keep it under your knuckles out of the way. But don't hold it there too tight, you could fuck up your wrist on impact,”

"Now, when you're throwing your punch, keep it fluid. Anything too jerky or tight isn't as effective. Now you take your first two fingers and push those further forward. They're stronger, they'll lead the punch," he showed her with his hand how to bring the index and middle finger ever slightly forward in the first. She mimicked his movement.

"Now I want you to hit me again, but this time, as soon as you connect, bring your arm back to your body. It keeps you out of my reach, and it's easier for you to strike me again if needed," He patted the same part of his chest as before.

She nodded and got into position, she took a moment to flex her muscles in her arms, getting them ready. She threw the punch quickly, it landing with much more force than before. He braced himself by throwing a foot back, and she brought her arm back as quickly as it shot out. It hurt that time, the technique giving her more force.

"Better. Much better," He complimented, voice slightly strained.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her facial expression shifting to one of worry.

"I'm fine, it's supposed to hurt. Next time you throw one of those, go for the throat or the nose. It'll hurt a lot more,"

"Can do coach," She nodded. "Have you got anything else?"

They ran though a few more basic techniques. He had her throw some kicks at the punching bag, and teaching her to break out of a tackle. The latter eventually turned into a tickle fight, with Flip running his fingers under her shirt and along her waist until she was gasping from laughter.

"Flip! Quit it! I give up!" She yelled breathlessly, both of them laughing until it hurt their stomachs.

They barely heard the door to the gym open until a voice broke them out of their play fight.

"Well what do we have here?" An excited voice inquired.

Flip looked up to see officer Landers towering over the two of them, a sly smile covering his greasy face.

"Zimmerman, are you smuggling girls into the precinct? I hope you brought enough to share with the class,"

"She's allowed to be here, I'm teaching her self defense," He stated firmly, he was in no mood for the officers shit. And was definitely not in the mood to share.

"If thats what self defense classes look like, I might have to sign up for one. Are you free for another session after this?" Landers asked Elle, who looked ready for murder.

"If you don't mind being a punching bag," She shot back, her voice barely holding back any venom.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" Flip asked his coworker.

"Mmmm not at the moment, just got off shift. Maybe I'll stick around and watch the lesson," He leered.

"I think we were just finishing up, actually," Elle removed herself from under him, brushing past Landers to retrieve her jacket.

"Oh I won't be any bother sweetheart. I'll wait my turn," Landers called after her.

He got up soon after, following her lead, his coworker trailing behind. He threw on his jacket, catching up to Elle and putting a hand around her waist protectively. Landers called a few more things after them that they pretended they couldn't hear. He quickly got tired and went off in the other direction laughing to himself.

"Is it illegal to assault an officer if he's a creep?" She asked him, letting him continue to hold her as they walked.

"Yeah, unfortunately. Don't mind him, he's mostly harmless," He told her.

"Mostly? You know what? Forget it, I don't want to know, it'll just make me angry," She shook her head.

"So do you feel like you'll be able to do something like what I taught you if you were in trouble?" He asked.

"Yeah, that was helpful. Thanks babe," She looped an arm around him as well. She opened her mouth as if she were to say more but then closed it. They walked in silence to the car, climbing and settling in.

“Where to now?” He asked. “Home to practice under the covers?”

“You’re insatiable,” She swatted at him, grinning from ear to ear. “Maybe the diner first? That workout got me pretty hungry,”

“Diner it is,” He smiled.

He turned on the engine and pulled out of the Lot, taking the route through town. He turned the radio on and let her fiddle with the dial to find a station. She finally settled on a song with screeching guitars and thundering drums.

"Oh I love this one!" She exclaimed, turning it up.

"What is this?" He asked, slightly jarred by the loud music so early in the day. It was only noon after all.

"Led Zeppelin, you haven't heard of them yet?" She asked. He shook his head and she laughed. "Do you live under a rock?"

"You've seen where I live, thank you very much," He sasses. "I didn't take you for the rock and roll type,"

"I don't think I have a type with music, I just like it all," She says. "My brother was just telling me the other day that he's getting into Led Zeppelin, he saw them in concert a few months ago with some friends. Said it was the most fun he's ever had,"

"Are you sure he hasn't gone deaf since? I bet those guitars are no joke in person,"

"You're just an old man," She teased. "He's doing fine, for the most part. A week ago he was at the bar with a friend and the police raided it. It was a gay bar, and the police aren't too friendly with the patrons there,"

“Is he—” Flip began to ask.

“Yeah. Alex is gay, not that my family knows. I only found out by accident really, ran into him and his ‘friend’ one night,”

He sat listening, knowing he couldn't offer much to the conversation.

"He's of age, and knows he should be able to have a drink where's he's comfortable. He refused to leave and an officer punched him and dragged him outside with the friend. And it's not like he can report it to the police, because it's the NYPD who assaulted him in the first place. He had to tell mom and dad that he got it from a mugging and now they dont want him going out anymore,"

"Is he okay?" He asks, not knowing what else to ask. He felt ashamed that someone would do that, someone who he shared a job with.

"He's fine, just pissed. Like, so many of these gay kids are coming to the city because it's like a safe haven for them. Gets them out of their white picket fence suburbs. But they still can't really be themselves. My brother isn't hurting anyone with how he's living his life, and yet he can't even get a beer without being assaulted," She was getting angry, her voice raising as she continued to speak.

"I don't even want to think about what would happen if he lives in a town like this, with an active KKK chapter. Gay and Jewish? What kind of life would that be for him here? Part of me wants to tell him to just come live with me, get a break from our parents, but the other part knows he wouldn't be any better off here,"

“You sound like you miss him,” Flip noted.

“I do. But I’m not gonna have the money to go back home for a while. I spent a lot on the move here, even after selling all my furniture and getting cheap stuff here I’m still struggling to get my savings in order. It’s gonna be a while before I can see him in person again,”

“You’ll get there, I’m sure he understands,” He took a hand off the wheel to rub her shoulder in assurance. “I could teach him how to shoot a gun or something, if he ever comes out here,”

“Phillip Zimmerman don’t you dare,” Elle laughed at the thought. “The last thing I need is my baby brother running around the city with that knowledge. I think my mother would faint,”

“I think you’ve done far more that would make your mother faint. Does Mrs. Blum know about your long list of rebellion?”

“What mama doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Her lips twisted into a sly smile.

“You’re trouble,” He murmured lovingly as they pulled into the parking lot of the diner.

“I’m your trouble,” She shot back as the two of them climbed out of the car.

She reached for his hand as they walked toward the chrome plated building, he gladly took hers.

“My trouble” He thought to himself with a smile. “Absolutely worth it,”

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NOTES

Did you know that jiu jitsu was used by first wave feminists as a self defense technique? And that self-defense classes became more popular with women in the 1970s and 1980s? With Elle being a N.O.W. member, I would assume she’d take at least a class or two.

The 1972 presidential election was fascinating for a number of reasons. Nixon using the war as a way to get reelected, the beginning of the watergate scandal, McGovern’s vice presidential candidate having to drop out because of a mental health scandal. It was a whole mess!

The American Psychiatric Association didn’t remove homosexuality from it’s list of psychiatric disorders until 1973. The Rainbow flag won’t be created for another 6 years.

Taglist: @ladygrey03 @tinydancer40

#a reason to believe #artb #ARTBmasterlist #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x oc #flip x reader #flip x oc

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Charmberry Cove Chapter Seven.

Chapter Name: Weekend Whimsey: Saturday.

Wordcount: 5,062

AO3

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6.

Taglist: @aularei, @softest-emo or I guess it’s @oh-itscherry now?

When Logan wakes he realises that he’s the first to do so, no matter though he’ll just quietly leave the rest to slumber, so he decides to leave the room as to not disturb anyone.

Well, he would like to not disturb anyone but Remus is clinging to him, he sighs reaching for his glasses that he placed securely under Roman’s bed and now to stealthily remove Remus from his extremities but it’s not as easy as he thinks, Remus’ arm is around his torso and his leg wrapped around his own.

He picks up Remus’ arm and as he does Remus snuffles, mumbles and turns himself over to cuddle the body on the other side of him who just so happens to be Patton; who is snuggled up to Virgil.

He gets up and quietly opens the door and closes it behind him, he descends the stairs and walks into the kitchen where Valerie is sitting at the table with Thomas having coffee.

“Hey there Lo” Thomas greets “I’m guessing Patty’s not awake yet?”

“Good morning Thomas, no he is not, he’s stuck in a cuddle pile but I could probably go get him if you want me to” he offers.

“Nah he can wait, no point in waking everyone” Valerie waves off “jam toast for breakfast Logan?”

He sits at the table “yes please.”

“you’re always so polite” Valerie remarks.

“Right?” Thomas agrees with a chuckle “I wonder where he gets it from, cause it’s not from Joan and Talyn.”

“I’m gonna tell them you said that” Valerie laughs back.

Some toast pops up from the toaster, apparently she was already making some, she puts in some more bread and then gives him the toast and jam jar.

“Thank you” he says and starts to butter the toast.

Valerie and Thomas continue chatting while Logan eats, when he starts on his second slice Remus bounces down the stairs, Roman is sleepily trudging behind.

Remus smiles when he sees Thomas and loudly says “oh hey Thomas!”

Roman stops right at the bottom of the stairs not stepping into the kitchen quite yet, from where Logan is sitting he can see Roman fix his hair and brighten his face from his sleepy one before striding into the room, Logan rolls his eyes.

“Hello Thomas! Good morning mother!” Roman greets as he goes to the cupboard to fetch the Captain Crunch.

“Good morning my little royals” Valerie says.

“Morning boys, I’m just here to drop off Patton’s inhaler, won’t be intruding on your weekend for long.”

“You can never intrude Thomas, you are always welcome” Roman proclaims.

“He should be down soon” Remus informs, pouring milk into a bowl than putting a handful of cereal in and while he takes his first bite Virgil and Patton come in the kitchen groggily “shee?” Remus says with a mouthful, pointing his spoon in their direction.

They both walk to the table like they’re zombies, it doesn’t help that Patton’s glasses are on the top of his head and not in front of his eyes. Patton is leading them over and when he bumps into a corner of the table he whines at the impact but deposits himself on a chair with no more hassle and then lays his head on the table top.

Thomas snickers “hey kiddo” he lays his hand on Patton’s back, Patton moans sleepily in answer “I brought your inhaler.”

Virgil is staring at Thomas with surprise “you say ‘kiddo’ too” he notes.

Thomas smiles “sure do” he agrees.

“It’s, just that I’ve only heard my Pops say kiddo is all” he says like he feels he needs to explain himself.

Thomas chuckles “where do you think I picked it up from?”

Virgil startles at that “you know my parents?”

“Yeah, they used to babysit me when I was like nine or something, I’m glad you guys are back.”

Virgil looks confused “’you guys?’ I’ve been here before?”

Thomas and Valerie share a confused look themselves.

“Yeah, they didn’t tell you anything? You guys lived here for almost a year when they first got you” Valerie explains.

“Yeah I’m surprised you don’t remember anything, you were almost four when you left” Thomas says.

Virgil’s face contorts into one of contemplation.

Interesting Logan thinks.

~0~

They’re all eating breakfast with different levels of awareness, Virgil is thinking about why his dads haven’t said anything to him about this, though he supposes they haven’t really been super honest with him since moving here, with their secrets and such.

“So” Valerie starts “what are you boys doing today?”

Roman swallows his food before answering “we’re going to go to the quarry to swim.”

“Oh that sounds fun, be careful out there” Thomas comments and stands up, he takes an inhaler out of his pocket, placing it in front of Patton (who is still not wearing his glasses and is slowly munching on toast.) “I’ve gotta go now, but don’t forget this when you go out to play alright Patty?”

Patton mumbles something and nods to Thomas slowly, Thomas only chuckles “someone please inform him when he’s awake” he kisses the top of Patton’s head and goes to leave.

“Farewell Thomas” Roman crows “and worry not! I shall keep dear Patton safe!” He makes an over the top hand sweep; he’s the most extra person Virgil has ever met, and he was best friends with Dee.

Thomas smiles “thanks kiddo, I know I can count on you” and he’s out of the door.

Roman pouts at the word ‘kiddo’, Virgil snickers and Remus snorts while shoving Roman.

“Shut up” Roman huffs.

“Didn’t say anything bro.”

Valerie gathers the dishes with an affectionate eye roll “when are you guys planning on leaving? And do you want me to pack a lunch?”

“Maybe an hour” Roman says.

“Uh” Virgil cuts in, they look his way “we, we can go to the café for lunch… if you guys wanna” he suggests.

“Fine with me” Valerie laughs “I’ll leave the cooking to the professionals then; how are you getting to town center, need a ride?”

“Biking!” Remus chirps.

“I brought my bike” Patton mumbles, he’s leaning his cheek on his hand to keep it upright, his eyes are still closed.

Virgil nudges Logan “is Patton always like this in the morning?”

Logan nods “yes, Patton has a hard time waking up, he’s not much of a morning person but just wait another ten minutes or so and he should be hyper again.”

“Lock up when you leave, I need to head out soon too” Valerie says.

“Alright mom” the twins chorus.

~0~

“Alright!” Roman announces while they’re all putting their shoes on “we have three bikes and five people, who’s doubling up?”

“Well” Logan begins “you and Remus both have pegs on your bikes so logically someone would be with you two, I can go with Remus and Virgil can ride with you.”

He smiles, yes, yes you can go with Remus.

He turns to look at his twin, who has his own smile in place at the suggestion.

Really Roman wonders how neither of them notices the obvious pining; they’re not smooth in any regards, not like he is.

“I’m sorry, we’re doing what?” Virgil asks, Roman turns his gaze to the emo.

“You and Nerd Alert there are going to stand on out bike pegs, what of that is confusing to you?”

“Isn’t that, oh I don’t know… dangerous?” he says with snark.

“Well, if you think that’s dangerous, I don’t want to know what you’re going to think about what we’re doing today.”

“You said we’re going swimming” he says accusingly.

“We are; how are you with heights?”

“They’re fine” he replies warily.

“Then you’ll be fine” he pats Virgil’s shoulder.

“Well this bodes well” Virgil mumbles.

“If it makes you feel better, we do this all the time and I can look into today if you would prefer me to” Logan offers.

“Mmnah, that’s alright, you don’t need to do that.”

“Let’s go then!” Roman says impatiently.

“Don’t twist your panties in a knot bro, we’ve got the whole day to do shit” Remus says but he’s he first one out the door excitedly rushing to his bike, leading the rest of them outside.

Roman mounts his trusty steed, his beautiful shimmery red and gold bike.

Virgil is hovering around him, he looks unsure of what to do, so Roman instructs him.

“Alright, so just put one foot on a peg, hold on to my shoulders and then when we take off put your other foot up, got it?”

Virgil doesn’t look too sure about it but he complies.

“I’m gonna die today” he mumbles as he holds on to Roman’s shoulders.

He looks around to find that everyone else is ready to go.

“Let’s ride!” He declares and starts to pedal, Virgil wraps his arms around his neck in surprise, but he settles back quite quickly.

~0~

The bike ride to the forest path that leads to the quarry is a short one, they didn’t really need to ride there, but it’s just easier than going back for the bikes later he supposes.

They ditch the bikes at the tree line out of the roads way to walk the rest of the way there.

Virgil thinks that’s too trusting to leave them there like that, but he surmises that in a town like this it probably doesn’t matter.

Remus and Patton are at the front of the trail leading the way, Virgil and Logan are placed in the middle and Roman takes up the end; he’s swinging a branch around like a sword.

The forest is gorgeous, he doesn’t think he’s ever been in a forest like this before, it just tingles with life and beauty and everything is bright on the trail.

“How long are we going to be walking through here?” He asks.

Logan answers “it goes uphill so we’re going to have to hike some of the way, but it’s going to take approximately fifteen minutes.”

“Approximately? I thought you would have things like time down to the second.”

“I don’t look into things that don’t particularly matter, and anyway I’ve been on this trail a considerable amount of times to know how long it will take.”

“Right… are, are there things in this forest?”

“Things?” Logan inquires.

“Like, creatures” he reiterates.

“Oh yes, plenty. Many a creature lives in these woods, but as long as we don’t stray from the path we should be fine.”

“Should be?” Well that’s reassuring.

“You have nothing to worry about Virgil, Patton can calm almost any beast.”

“Almost?”

“Yes, there are some that are… more aggressive and feral than others and feelings don’t do a whole lot to them, but they usually don’t stalk around this part of the forest.”

“Usually? Logan man, you gotta stop using words like that.”

“My apologies, would you be more at ease if I look into our trek there?”

It would be, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s using Logan, even though he did offer to do it.

Roman slings his arms over their shoulders, scoffing.

“Pssh, you don’t need the psychic to tell you everything will be fine, for I am here to protect you all” he boasts.

Logan looks slightly annoyed as he knocks Roman’s arm off of him. “Not a psychic” he simply replies.

Roman sticks his tongue out at Logan.

Virgil shrugs Roman off as well which makes Roman pout.

“And who do you think you are? A knight? A prince maybe?” He asks sarcastically.

“Precisely!” Roman crows with a flourish of the sword branch.

Virgil snorts “alright there Princey.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I’ll take it.”

The banter really took his mind off of the maybe doom of the forest because Remus yells out to them.

“I can see the parting of the trees! We’re almost there!” and then he sprints off.

“Remus! Watch your step you can fall!” Patton yells out, rushing after the reckless boy.

They break through the tree line not long after and the view is just, amazing.

The quarry is surrounded by cliff from all sides and the forest on the other side seems never-ending.

From where he’s standing he can see a slope of rocks that lead down into the cliff, probably the way to the water he deduces.

The others start taking off their top clothes to reveal bathing suits underneath, Remus is the first one done; Roman tries to grab Remus’ wrist to stop him from rushing off again but he’s too slow.

Remus runs at the cliffs side and jumps off, a few seconds later and too long for Virgil’s liking he hears a splash.

Oh. That’s why Roman asked about the heights thing.

He’s never jumped off a cliff before, even if there is water at the bottom.

Patton giggles at Roman’s squawk at his brother.

“Remus! We were going to go down to-“ he sighs “-he can’t hear me.”

“Guys” he gets their attention and they all turn to him “I’ve… never done something like this before, is there, like anything specific I should know to not hurt myself?”

“Don’t second guess yourself, just do it” Roman says.

“Also” Logan interjects “go feet first and make sure you jump far enough from the cliffs side and you’ll be fine.”

“Right right, all that safety stuff too” Roman flippantly says.

He nods in understanding.

Okay, it’s no biggie; just jumping off a cliff is all.

Oh man.

The other three move into a line at arm’s length from each other at the ledge.

Patton waves him over “c’mon we’re gonna jump together, stand next to me but at arm’s length kay?”

He lines up with them and looks down into the water, Remus is almost on the other side of the quarry looking up at them from his floating position on his back; he spits water out towards them.

Roman looks excitedly at them “okay, we back up and on the count of three we run and jump off the edge.”

Oh man, okay no second guessing, just do it.

“One.”

Ah shit.

“Two.”

He can do this.

“Three!”

And they’re running, they’re at the edge now and he pushes himself off the side as he jumps to get more air as to not hit the side of the cliff.

There’s butterflies in his stomach going down, it’s exhilarating, the wind rushes at him as he falls fast towards the water, he lets out a whoop of pure exhilaration as the adrenaline buzzes through him and before he knows it he’s hitting the waters cold surface.

Under the water is slightly disorienting for a few seconds but he can see which way is up from the blaring sun so he kicks his way up, it takes a bit longer than he expected it to be and he almost runs out of breath before breaking the surface with a gasp.

Everyone seems to have come up at the same time, all gasping and laughing, Virgil is right there with them.

“H-holy shit”- he breathes, letting out another laugh- “that was insane!”

Everyone is looking at him with smiles, Remus splashes him “city boy over here” he stage whispers with a goofy accent. “You like the adrenaline don’tcha?” He adds.

“It’s definitely different from what I’ve ever done before, it’s exciting and… and really fun” he smiles at his group of friends softly “I, I don’t think I’d ever have done something like this without you guys, so… thanks.”

“Aww Virge!” Patton coos, swimming towards him to give him a hug.

Roman shoves him but he’s smiling too “you’re a bit of a sap huh Stormcloud?”

“Shut up” he says splashing Roman in the face.

“Splash fight!” Remus yells sending a large one at Roman as well.

“Oh it is on” Roman growls playfully going to splash his twin back, but before he can a wave comes at him from Logan who just smirks at Roman’s glare “oh what? Is it attack Roman o’clock or something?”

“Maybe” Logan goads.

“You want some of this, nerd? I’ll wreck you.”

Logan raises an eyebrow “come at me” he narrows his eyes with an amused but cocky smirk “bitch.”

“Ohhhh!” Remus hollers, hovering a hand over his mouth and the other air dunking at Roman.

Roman launches himself at Remus rather than Logan and dunks him underwater.

Remus comes up laughing and rushing over behind Logan for cover.

“You can’t use him as a shield!”

“And why not huh?”

“Because that won’t save you!” he bellows then dives under the water, he swims quicker than Virgil thought he would cause in the next second both Logan and Remus are pulled under.

He and Patton are watching the spectacle with twin looks of amusement.

Patton looks at him mischievously “hey, wanna team up?”

Virgil smirks “definitely.”

~0~

When they emerge from under the water Virgil and Patton are gone.

Remus and Roman are splashing each other and making a general ruckus, but Logan is looking around trying to spot the other two.

He suddenly feels something grasp his ankle and he’s being pulled under again, but it’s not Roman this time.

The twins splashing ceases and their voices stop as well except for a muffled: “Logan? Virgil? Patton?”

He notices Patton smiling at him under the water as he and Virgil swim towards the twins.

They both yelp as they’re pulled under.

He swims up to the surface; Virgil and Patton soon follow.

They’re all gasping.

“I’ve never held my breath for that long before, it didn’t even hurt, a bit uncomfortable though” Virgil remarks.

“Patton probably made you calm enough to slow your heartbeat so you can stay under longer, he does it to himself all the time” he explains.

“He did kind of explain that to me, I just didn’t think it’d be that effective.”

“You dissin my power?” Patton cheekily says.

Virgil puts his hands up in front of his chest in mock surrender “oh no of course not.”

Patton nods “that’s what I thought” his tough façade breaks quickly into laughter though and he can’t keep the ‘scary’ face up any longer.

Roman and Remus come spluttering up.

“You two were under there suspiciously long” he says.

“Dunno what yer talkin ‘bout” Remus says looking to Roman “Roman? You know anything?”

Roman shakes his head “nope, no idea at all.”

“Oh no” Patton whispers “they’ve formed a truce.”

“It appears so” he replies.

“I’m guessing we’re all doomed then” Virgil says.

“Quite possibly, they are a force not to be reckoned with when teamed up.”

“Great, let’s bring it.”

Roman and Remus’ smiles are wide and asking for a challenge.

With that, an all-out water war begins.

The water war lasted for a while and even though he doesn’t think there was a victor, the twins are sure that it was them.

At the moment they’re back up on the cliff, drying off and basking in the sun.

Virgil’s stomach growls “heh, I didn’t eat much this morning” he says.

“It’s quite alright, should we head over to the café?” he directs the question at Virgil.

“Uh, yea can I just borrow someone’s phone to call my dad?”

“Here” Patton says handing Virgil his charm infested phone.

“Thanks” Virgil says as he gets up to walk off a little ways to talk.

When he gets back he affirms “yea we can go now.”

So they head back into the forest.

About six minutes on the trail they hear a loud howl shriek, they all pause in place.

“That’s not what I think it is… is it?” Patton asks uneasily.

“Can’t be, they don’t come to this part of the forest” he says, but he’s not confidant that it’s not one.

“Usually” Virgil whispers.

“Usually” he agrees turning to face everyone. “Okay we all know this, but Virgil does not, I am fairly sure that there is a Shadow Mimic not too far from us, do not believe anything anyone says unless you can see us speaking the words and try to stay out of its line of sight, we can’t fight it, the only thing that will kill it is an immense amount of fire. We’ll be safe once we hit the road but we need to be cautious until then.”

Virgil’s eyes are wide, he’s scared and Logan can’t fault him for that, he’s pretty sure all of them are scared.

They try to quickly and quietly make their way through the forest; the howls are nearing them though and everyone is on edge.

He’d look into it if it would be beneficial, but there are too many variables to go through to come up with a confidant and precise estimation to safety, so they have to go in blind and Patton can only do so much against a Shadow Mimic .

It’s close to them, but they’re almost at the end of the forest, just a bit further.

He looks behind them to where the latest howl came from and his stomach drops, it’s not far, he can see it in the distance and they’re fast; they just need to be faster.

They need to go right now; he can see where the trees end, they can make it.

He turns to everyone so they can see his lips move and tells them as calmly as he can to run for it.

They sprint to the forests end and all of them make it except Roman who trips and gets caught in an upturned root.

Logan freezes looking at Roman’s scared face, he doesn’t know what to do, his brain isn’t working, why isn’t his brain working? He can feel Patton sending out calming vibes to the creature to try and stall it, but that’ll only work at half power on a Shadow Mimic.

Remus goes to rush back in to help Roman and Logan’s brain boots up enough to grab hold of Remus to keep him out of the forest.

“You can’t fight it, you have to trust that Roman will get out” he tries to logic his way through to Remus but Remus is just squirming and screaming at him to let go.

“Ah fuck” Virgil hisses and sprints into the forest.

~0~

“Roman!” He yells as he runs towards his friend, he’s not sure what he’s doing but his fight instincts kicked in and now he’s going to what? Throw down with a fuckin Shadow Mimic? Whatever the fuck that is!

Roman looks to him in wide eyed fear “Virgil?” he squeaks.

He drops to his knees in front of Roman’s captured foot to help him escape.

“C’mon, c’mon” he growls as both he and Roman struggle to get the root to yield.

“Virgil it’s almost here” Roman’s voice is thick with fear.

“Just focus!” He snaps.

The root comes undone and as Roman’s foot is freed the Shadow Mimic pounces.

His instincts rush to him again and without thinking he turns and holds his hands out, palms towards the monster.

A wave of heat hits him as a large wall of fire engulfs the creature, it shrieks as it’s burned into ash.

He’s shaking.

What in the actual fuck was that?

He looks at his palms then to Roman who is also shaking.

“You, you saved me” Roman says in awe.

“Yeah well, what was I supposed to do? Let you die? Not on my watch Princey” he replies; Roman surges forwards to hug him.

The others are now rushing to them, Remus drops harshly to the ground to tackle his brother in a teary hug.

“You fuckin idiot! Watch where you’re running!” he clutches at Roman.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“We should go” Patton murmurs looking around and fidgeting “you guys okay?”

“Shaken and confused, but sure” he says.

“We can look into your new found power after we leave the forest, Shadow Mimics sometimes travel in packs” Logan says.

Well that’s enough for him to get up, he pulls the twins up with him, Roman limps a bit as they walk to the bikes.

Remus hitches on Roman’s bike this time around so he doubles up with Logan, it doesn’t change anything, they’re all still too shaken up to talk.

He can’t stop thinking about the fire, how it just came out of his hands at such a forceful power, how it immediately went out when the threat was gone and how nothing around it burned, like the only thing that can be affected was the thing that he wanted it to.

He has no idea how it happened or how he did it or even if he can do it again.

They arrive at the café in what feels like no time at all, he must have been so lost in thought that he wasn’t aware of his surroundings.

They walk through the doors and Pops greets them from behind the counter “hey kiddos! Hungry?”

“Uh” he flounders, not anymore he’s not.

They all share the same sentiment that Virgil does if their faces are anything to go by.

Pops gives them a concerned look but Logan interjects before he can say anything.

“Yes, we are. We need to regain our energy after swimming for so long.”

Who knew Logan was a good liar?

Everyone nods along to Logan’s statement.

“Alright” Pops says a little unsure but he doesn’t press them “just take a seat and I’ll be there in a sec” he tells them and then steps into the kitchen to no doubt talk to Dad about their weird behaviour.

The group trudges their way to their regular seats at the bay window, taking the same spots as last time.

Dad and Pops come to their table and hands each of them a menu.

“We just made these up, we’re just about ready for a grand opening” Dad informs, he looks at Virgil and he feels like he’s being scrutinized from behind those sunglasses.

“Your hands are really red Pumpkin, you okay?” He asks.

He looks down at his hands, just now noticing the slight sting from them.

“Uh yeah, just fell. I guess I scraped up my hands…”

He and Pops glance at each other, Pops’ face is indistinguishable but Dad looks agitated.

“So what’cha boys gonna have today?” He asks in a tone that doesn’t fit the look he was just wearing.

They all order their food, and they wait in relative silence when his parents walk away; only talking at a whisper at most and not at all when either parent is in the room.

When the food does come he feels hungry again, like the smell and sight of it just made him remember that he was.

It seems like most of them feel the same cause their whispered words are replaced with eating; except Roman who only picks at his food and barely gets any of it done.

~0~

Things have been kind of tense since the Shadow Mimic situation, even through their little whispery conversations.

He knows, he can feel every ones moods even if they don’t fully show them, but he can feel them as if they were spoken out loud.

After their meal they bike back to the twins house, they’re all a little bit loosened up when they get to Roman’s room in the fort where it’s comfortable and safe from prying eyes and ears.

Remus and Logan start up a video game, Virgil sits to watch but Patton can tell his mind is elsewhere.

And Roman isn’t even trying to pay attention, he’s sitting knees up to his chest staring off into nothing; wallowing in self-hatred.

He’s had enough of the solemnness; even Remus is muted, still shaken up from almost losing his brother.

“Hey guys” he says and his voice is quieter than he meant it to come out.

The game pauses and all eyes are on him now.

Oh gee.

“Um can I…” should he just let it be?

“Go ahead Patton” Logan encourages.

“Can I lighten the mood a bit, does anyone want that?”

“Please” Roman says.

Virgil shrugs.

“I don’t see why not” Logan says.

“Oh yea I don’t see what can go wrong there” Remus says sarcastically “but yea sure, fuck us up Patty!”

He smiles but it’s not in amusement, Remus is right, but he closes his eyes anyways to focus on lighting the air in the room to take everyone’s worries away.

It instantly has an effect and both Roman and Virgil sigh out in relief.

Remus turns to Virgil “fire powers huh?”

“Yeeeah, I don’t know what happened there, I was working on instinct and feeling”- he looks to Ro -“I couldn’t let anything bad happen and it just… overtook me.”

“The sensible thing to do would to be to ask your parents” Logan says “but I have a feeling you don’t want to do that.”

“Not yet, no… I, I heard my dad and uncle arguing about me the other day and I’m not sure what it was about.”

“Well that’s concerning” he says.

“You should snoop” Remus suggests.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” Virgil retorts.

Remus shrugs “I would, I do it all the time.”

Roman snorts and shoves Remus “yea that’s cause you’re a creep.”

Remus laughs “guilty!”

“Can we rest for the rest of the day?” He asks.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m down for anymore adrenaline today” Virgil agrees.

“We can research your power tomorrow if we’re up for it” Logan proposes.

“And where would we go for that?” Roman asks.

“The library of course” Logan replies.

“Of course” Roman deadpans.

So they do basically nothing for the rest of the day, movies and video games and an early bedtime.

~0~

He runs down the dark corridor to the main chambers in a rush, the large cavern is illuminated with candles, The Leader is at the center, they’re doing something at the altar.

“How did the Shadow Mimic fair?” His Leader asks of him, he gulps.

“It’s dead” he flinches at his own words.

“What?” The Leader growls.

“Um, the boy killed it, big ‘ol fireball shot right out of his palms.”

“Damn it” The Leader hisses “he’s coming in to his powers, we must make haste, get out of my sight; I need to think.”

He scurries away quickly to let his Leader plot.

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Reptiles & Rogues: The Accidental Florist (Part 2)

Part 1

Tag list: @malibubarbievince @ace-is-back-and-he-told-you-so @fanofnightz @sunshinesuska @sodalitefully

Warnings: cussin’, hangover, reluctant career change, we’ve already established reader is hot in their pants for Izz

Notes: look for a special hairdressing appearance by @ace-is-back-and-he-told-you-so

Before you’d gone to bed, you’d set a glass of water and a couple of aspirin on the end table next to your handsome visitor. They were still there when you got up and quietly showered and dressed, because Izzy hadn’t awakened.

You tried not to stare at him at you made your way through your apartment, though it was hard. You couldn’t help thinking again how angelic he looked, even though he was crashed out drunk on your couch and called himself Izzy Stradlin.

You tilted your head, smiling faintly. There was something boyish and vulnerable about him while he slept, and when you’d mentally added, and innocent, you”d made yourself go into the kitchen before you slapped some sense into yourself and woke him up.

While you were starting yourself (and him) some breakfast, you’d hear him stir, then holler, “Oh SHIT! SONOFABITCH! Oh, my head.”

You came running into your living room to find Izzy sitting upright on your couch, ruefully rubbing his right eye with the palm of his hand. “What is it?” you asked in a whisper, then nodded at the water and painkillers.

He gulped them down, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I can’t be late today, I’ll be fired. And it’s 10 o’clock and I was supposed to be there at 9.”

“Oh no. Where do you work?”

“The guitar store on Sycamore. Well, I used to,” he added wryly. Izzy had a dry, flat way of speaking, quiet like Slash but without his Valley twang. His voice sounded raspy this morning too, incredibly sexy, and you had to force yourself to focus on the problem at hand.

He absently dug into his shirt pocket and fired up a cigarette, then he rubbed his face with his palm and looked over at you. It took him a second to register that you didn’t smoke, then he muttered, “Shit!” again.

“Sorry,” and he looked around, presumably for an ashtray. You didn’t have one, so you went back into the kitchen and dug out a small plate.

“I’m sorry,” he said, at the same time you said, “I don’t mind if you smoke.” His eyebrows raised, then he took another deep drag. “Y/N? Is that right? Slash’s friend?”

You nodded. As fucked up as he’d been, he’d still remembered.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Can I use your phone? I wanna get this over with.” He stretched a pale arm over and stubbed out his smoke, then dialed the number.

You silently watched him, noticing he wore a small silver hoop in his nose. It suited him, it all did, the unrelieved black clothing and the long hair you were pretty sure was dyed to match, his effortlessly cool personality and husky tone. You were sitting close enough to him you could feel his warmth, and it was definitely heating up in your apartment.

He was right, his boss fired him as soon as he’d heard Izzy’s voice. He handed you back the phone, hiding his embarrassment behind another cigarette.

You tried to make him feel a little better. “Uh, would you like something to eat?”

He shrugged, but slowly followed you into the kitchen. You poured him a cup of coffee and cracked open a few eggs. He shook his head at that, and you placed some bread in your toaster.

The two of you ate in silence, you tucking into your eggs and him hunched over his coffee and toast. It’s not uncomfortable, although to be honest, it’s a little unreal. You never eat breakfast with anyone that doesn’t have scales, and here was Izzy, gaining a little color to his face and unshyly meeting your eyes. His gaze was so direct it nearly took your breath; you definitely hadn’t expected this when he was dozing like a wrecked angel on your couch.

“Do you have to be at work?” he asked.

“I have the day off,” you admitted.

He lit another cigarette. “What do you do?”

You’d learned early on not to say “reptiles”; too many guys were just pussies about them. “I work with a veterinarian” was your standard answer, and it was the one you gave Izzy.

He nodded, and you could see the hint of a smile at his lips. Then he pursed them around his smoke.“You wouldn’t happen to have a paper, would you?”

Your neighbor Mrs. Dunn always gathered them up for you to take to work and line the snake cages, and luckily she’d just dropped some off yesterday. You rummaged through the bag until you found the most recent one and handed it to him, then fetched him a pen and the phone.

Six phone calls, half a pack of cigarettes and one pot of coffee later, a frustrated Izzy had no job and one remaining ad circled for a position at a flower shop.

Your eyes met his.

“No. Just NO.”

“Well, can you draw unemployment?”

He flicked an ash onto his de facto ashtray, then crossed his arms and slouched in his chair. “No,” he finally said, “I was only there for two weeks.”

“Your last job?”

He looked at the floor. “The less said about that, the better,” he muttered.

“Then you might have to be a florist.”

For a second, you think Izzy might’ve growled at you. Actually growled.

“Do you want to live in a cardboard box down by the river?” You joked, trying to lighten his mood.

He shook his head. “No. And I’m tired of the couch circuit. No offense to you, it was nice of you to let me stay here.”

None taken, although you had to ask him, “Izzy, why did you get so wasted last night?”

“I dunno,” he sighed, those fierce greenish eyes locking onto yours again, “have you ever just wanted to feel something, but you don’t really know what it is?”

Every day of my life. You nodded.

He looked down, then back up at you. “I’m gonna have to call that number, huh.”

“Looks that way.” You smiled at him. “You can do it, soldier.”

When he hung up, Izzy looked absolutely stunned. “They want me to start this afternoon,” he mumbled, eyes wide.

You had only heard his side of the conversation, so you asked, “Are they going to teach you how to arrange flowers?”

He shook his head. “No. I just have to sell them.”

“Oh, you can do that.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“You sold guitars, didn’t you?”

He looked up at the ceiling. “I played guitars while I worked there…” He snorted, one side of his mouth twisting up. “Guess I don’t have any choice.”

Izzy had asked if he could shower at your place, and the first thing you’d noticed when he got out was he looked utterly edible with wet hair.

The second was he was wearing your gold blouse, a few buttons left undone and tied at the waist.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, he’d smirked and said, “I’ll give it back, I promise. I’m just dressing for success.”

You let out a surprised squawk and he fought back a smile. You had to admit, he did look good in it.

He probably looked good in everything.

An unyielding melancholy was beginning to settle in, bringing a lump to your throat as the two of you got into your car. You were going to take him to work, then swing by the hairdresser’s, but you weren’t at all prepared to say goodbye to Izzy.

Neither one of you said much on the way. Izzy held a cigarette between his lips and fiddled with the dial on the radio until he found “Honky Tonk Women.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you like the Stones?”

You glanced over, hearing what might be a flicker of hope in his voice and sensing this was very important to him.

“Never heard of them.”

Izzy’s head swung around, and you barked out a laugh at his open mouth. He wryly smiled and nodded, then the two of you retreated back into your respective silences.

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

You parked on the street in front of the florist’s and you wanted him to stay so badly your chest began to physically ache with sadness.

“Well.” Izzy didn’t seem all that enthused to exit your car and begin his new career. He fidgeted and shifted in his seat, drumming his fingers on the door.

Those penetrating eyes finally looked over at you. “Thank you,” he said quietly, then he was gone.

You’d spent the rest of your day in an impenetrable fog. You hair looked great, but Madiliene could’ve shaved you completely bald and you wouldn’t have noticed.

When you returned to your apartment, you could still smell Izzy’s cigarettes, even though he’d cleaned up his ashtray and taken out your trash. Instead of opening a window, you’d plopped down where he’d sat on your couch and fought back tears as you realized how heartbreakingly lonely your place really was without his piercing eyes and raspy voice.

He’d left his black t-shirt on your bathroom floor, you’d discovered later, and when you went to sleep that night you’d slept with it in your arms because it still smelled like him.

#izzy stradlin x reader #guns n roses x reader #izzy stradlin fanfiction #guns n roses fanfic #izzy

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azaraspirit · 4 years

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Transfusion-Chapter one

OKAY im too excited to wait till wednesday to post this. my good friend @hoforhaz proof read it for me and said it was awesome so i thought why not? also, this moodboard is made by the amazing @hazshauntedbelle! thanks again jo!

summary: you’re the daughter of bruce banner and natasha romanoff. what happens when tony recruits a new avenger named Peter Parker?

warnings: mild language

word count: 2389

tagging some friends: @peppermintpete @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @starksparker @thollandthot @blissfulparker @angelic-holland @angelhaz11 @osterfield-holland-andcompany @heyhihellowhatsup0

Being the daughter of Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff wasn’t easy. You felt overwhelmed at times, having high expectations from everyone. Both your parents being an avenger meant that maybe you would be one too. But you were only a teenager with the IQ of 164 and could break a guy’s neck half your size. You once solved a Rubik's cube with a blind fold in under a minute. You were a black belt by age nine and were home schooled at the avengers tower where you lived since you were a kid.

You were by far the youngest one living in the tower which you enjoyed. You would be lying to yourself if admitted that you liked the attention. Everyone being impressed with your skills at your age. How great your parents were doing for raising you. Getting to stay up for hours working in the lab with your father.

That was by far your favorite thing to do. You had a special bond with your dad that you couldn’t explain. Yeah he was the Hulk which was cool and all but the part you liked about him was Bruce. The genius with the PHD’s. It was like you two had your own nerd language no one else understood. Not even your mother or even Tony Stark could decipher it. You practiced morse code, sharing inside jokes.

And your mom. She was like your best friend. Mostly because you didn’t have any your age in the tower to hang out with and you didn’t go out much. You could tell her anything, even trying to explain your secret language with your dad but she quickly gave up trying to understand it. With her, she was the best mom a mom could be. You trusted her with your life. She taught you everything you knew about self defense. Your mother was a badass and you hoped to only be half as good as her. When you weren’t in the labs with your father or Mr. Stark, you with you mom and Wanda. Being the only ladies in the tower, you three became quite the trio.

You have sleepovers at least once a week. Wanda was like an aunt to you. She showed off her powers and you were in complete awe, trying to wrap your head around it but you couldn’t. Something you did keep to yourself was the jealousy. You didn’t have powers. But you wish you did. Having a high IQ and knowing how to fight weren’t exactly super powers.

“That is so cool.” you breathed in aw during a sleepover. Wanda’s red energy glowed around her hand, her eyes a shade of ruby red. “I still can’t understand it.” you chuckled.

“Me neither.” Wanda admitted.

Nat just smiled as she was braiding your hair in a French braid. “So,” she quipped, wanting to change the subject. “I hear we might be getting a new team mate here soon.

Your eyes perked up, moving your head. Nat scolded with her narrowed eyes since she was still braiding. “Really? Oh sorry.” You turned back so she could finish.

“Yeah. Tony told me. Sounds about your age, a boy.”

Wanda cooed and you rolled your eyes. “Oh hush. So what?”

“He could be your boyfriend!” Wanda said excitedly.

“Please, I’m too busy to be infatuated with a boy right now.” you said, waving off her comment.

“Okay. maybe not a boyfriend but you could use a friend your age to hang out with.” your mother pointed out.

“I’m too mature for kids my age.” you bragged.

“Good god you sound like your father.” your mother groaned making you and Wanda laugh.

“Anyways he’s coming over tomorrow.”

“When?” you asked.

“Why does it matter? You’re too mature for them remember?” Wanda teased with a giggle.

You gave her a dull look. “I want to make sure I won’t be busy when he’s here, that’s why.”

“Suuure.” she sang.

You sighed. “This is already annoying.”

“We’re just teasing.” your mother said, patting your shoulder to let you know your braid was finished. You picked up the mirror to admire her work, smiling. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Welcome, baby.” She kissed your cheek, making you giggle.

***

The sleepover ended and you found yourself tossing and turning, wondering about this possible new avenger recruiter. Was he a boy like your mother said? Was he cute? You had no idea and it was driving you crazy. You couldn’t sleep.

You realized sleep wasn’t happening. It was well after midnight. Normally you would be in the lab right now working on a formula or something. You sighed and slipped on your robes and slippers, tying it around your waist. You went to the kitchen to get yourself a hot cup of tea then made your way to the labs. It was normal for you to be around this around so you wouldn’t startle anyone.

You paused when you saw the light underneath the door to the labs. Who else would be there this late? You quietly opened the door to see Tony. Figures.

“Might as well come in.” Tony said, startling you.

“Sorry.” you said, closing the door behind you.

He looked over at you from his hologram, floating in front of him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“No.” you said before taking a sip of tea. “Would have made you some if I knew you were down here.” you shrugged.

“It’s okay, I’m not offended.” He went back to the hologram, clicking on a push pin repeatedly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you looking at, Mr. Stark?”

“A profile.” he said.

You stepped closer, getting a better look.

“Of who?”

“A possible recruit. Surely your mother told you by now.”

“Yeah she did.” you said with an airy chuckle. “Not much though.”

“His name is Peter. Peter Parker.” Tony said. He touched the hologram, revealing a photo.

“Why him?” you asked, rather curious to know the answer.

“He has powers I haven’t seen before. Calls himself Spider-Man. He’s on youtube.” Tony played with the hologram to pull up the video. He pressed play and you watched in aw.

“Whoa.” you said, impressed. “How old is he?”

“Your age.” Tony replied. “Fifteen.”

“A fifteen year old did that?” you asked, referring to him lifting up a two ton truck.

“Yup. From what I understand, he has spider-like powers. He has super strength, travel with this web like stuff and wears a onesie.”

“A onesie?” You looked more closely, paying more attention to the suit he was wearing in the video. Blue sweats, red hoes and a matching jacket and a red mask goggles.

“Obviously he doesn’t want his identity to be found out.” you observed.

Tony nodded. “I started a prototype suit for him. No avenger is gonna get caught in that onesie.”

“A prototype? You mean like a suit?” A touch of jealousy ignited in you. All these years, Tony never brought up the idea to make you a suit but he makes one for this new kid who hasn’t even been in the tower yet? You already began to resent Peter Parker.

Sleep evaded you that night. You decided fuck it, and not worry too much about Peter. You might have been more of a friendly mood if you slept more than a couple hours the night before but alas, a false smile will have to do. You took a shower and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

“There she is,” your mother greeted.

You gave her a lazy wave of your hand.

“Rough night?” she smirked into her cup.

“You can say that.” You yawned as you poured your mug of coffee. You rubbed your eyes, not bothering to put any makeup on earlier that morning.

“You know Peter is coming over today.” she said.

“I know.” You went to make your breakfast, putting a bagel in the toaster and getting some eggs.

“So you’re just...not gonna dress up at all?” she asked.

“No,” you spoke, your back to her as you stood at the stove.

Nat chuckled. “I see what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything.” “You’re saving yourself from future heartbreak.” your mother continued. “So you’re already building up a wall.”

“Mom,” you whined. “Please. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“Okay, I’m just saying. You could use a friend.”

“I don’t want any friends.” you lied.

“Oh, please.”

“And this is the kitchen!” you heard Tony’s voice say from down the hall.

“Oh great.” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“It’s bigger than my apartment.” a new voice spoke who must have been Peter.

They came into view, Tony smiling. “Ah! And here are two teammates! Natasha Romanoff and her daughter, y/n.”

“Whoa, you’re black widow.” Peter beamed at your mother.

Your mother smiled, giving a small wave. “The one and only.”

Peter turned to you. “Nice to meet you, I’m Peter.” He offered his hand but you focused on your eggs that you were making.

“Uh, yeah.” you said. You could practically see your mother’s eye roll from the back of your head. “Nice to meet you.”

Peter awkwardly lowered his arm, glancing over at Tony who shrugged.

“Want breakfast?” Tony asked.

“Ah thanks but I already ate.” Peter said.

“Surely a growing young man like you could use a snack.” your mother spoke up.

Peter chuckled. “Guess I can eat.”

You had to fight the groan that so badly wanted to escape your lips. “I’m gonna eat in my room. I have homework.” you lied. You hastily finished making your breakfast, taking it to your room.

“Hey, wait up!”

This time you did groan, seeing Peter chase after you. “What?” you said annoyingly.

“Did I do something?” he asked, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“I kinda got the vibe that you didn’t like me back there.” Peter explained.

“And?”

Peter paused, looking back and forth. “And, I wanna know why?”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. Now if you don’t mind, I wanna eat my food before it gets cold.”

You left Peter, stunned and confused. It felt good as you smirked yourself.

“What happened?” Nat asked as Peter returned to the kitchen.

“Uh, I have no idea.” he admitted. “She doesn’t like me.”

Tony scoffed. “What? How could she not like you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Boys are so dumb.” she murmured.

“I heard that.” Tony replied.

“You were supposed to.”

“You’re her mom, what did I do wrong?” Peter asked Nat.

She sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie. She’s just stubborn and not used to being with teenagers her age.

“Oh.”

“Just give her time, she’ll warm up to you eventually.”

You groaned to yourself, trying to eat your breakfast. That didn’t go like you wanted. You weren’t ready to meet him. By that you meant, you were hoping you’d never meet him.

“Honey, it’s me. Mind letting me in?” your mother spoke.

“Fine. It’s open.”

Nat stepped in your room, closing the door behind you. She stood awkwardly in your room. “So, uh, that went well.” “Mom.” you whined again. “I had no idea I was gonna meet him then. I was caught off guard.”

“You still could have been nicer to him.”

“Mom, please. I don’t need to be friends with him.”

“Least be mutual, respectful. He asked me if he did something wrong when you left, which he didn’t. I can tell he’s a good kid and you know I have good instincts on reading people.”

“Yeah, I know. I just...I’m scared.” you admitted. Something you would only admit to your mother.

She joined you on your bed, resting a hand on your thigh. “I know honey but you can’t just ignore him. He might be a part of the team so you might as well be friends.”

You sighed. “I was kinda rude wasn’t I?”

“Yeah.” your mother said.

You scolded at her making her laugh. “I’ll apologize when I see him again, okay?”

She patted your leg. “That’s my girl.”

Nat left you be with your thoughts. You finished your breakfast and went back to the kitchen to wash out your dishes. Tony was there but no Peter.

“Hey, Mr. Stark, where’s Peter?” you asked.

“Oh, he left.”

“What?”

“He said something about you not liking him not made him wanna join the team.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait what?”

“Yeah, I even tried to bribe with him a billion dollars but it wasn’t good enough. You might still be able to catch him.” He pointed at the glass that was the front of the building.

You rushed downstairs, almost tripping.

You saw Happy in the driverseat of a limo, about to pull off.

“No wait!” you shouted.

Happy looked over at you and stopped the vehicle. “Is Peter here?” you asked him.

“Yeah, in the back.”

You went over to the back of the limo, knocking. The window rolled down, revealing Peter. “Oh it’s you.” he said.

“Yeah. Uh why are you leaving?”

“Well I didn’t feel very welcomed. Didn’t see the point of staying if no one liked me.” he shrugged.

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I was a bitch. But you shouldn’t leave.”

“You weren’t a bitch.” Peter said.

“I kinda was. And it wasn’t anything you did. I’m just not around people my age…” you shrugged.

Peter looked at you with soft brown eyes. He was like a puppy. “You said you had homework...but I never saw you at school before?”

“I’m homeschooled.” you explained. “See what I mean?”

Peter smiled just a bit. It was cute. “I also have a high IQ. Makes social interaction tricky sometimes.” you admitted.

“How high?” he asked.

“A hundred and sixty-four.” you said.

Peter stared at you.

“So please...don’t leave just because I was rude. I can tell Mr. Stark likes you and that’s not an everyday thing.”

“You really think I should stay?”

You nodded. “I saw you on youtube. Thought you were pretty cool...Spider-Man.”

He chuckled and maybe blushed? “Uh thanks.”

“So...will you stay?” you asked, still unsure if you changed his mind or not.

“I will...on one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“We become friends.” Peter grinned.

You smiled, playfully rolling your eyes. “Okay fine. You drive a hard bargain, Peter Parker.”

#mysmileyspideyboi #my fics #transfusion fic #peter parker

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steviemae · 5 years

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expecting // sp

requested by @serpentgirll

You stared at the stick in your hand in complete disbelief. Your mom standing outside the bathroom door asking if you were okay when you were quiet for a few minutes. You stood up and walked over to the door, opening it, shock hitting you like a tidal wave.

“What’s it say, sweetheart?” she asked taking in your expression. You handed her the test. Your mother was a teenage mother, so she knew that you needed her more than you needed to be lectured. “Hey, don’t cry okay. We’ll figure this out. Your father and i aren’t upset, we’ll help you. Sweet Pea can move in and we’ll help you as much as we can. Everything is going to work out, alright. Don’t you worry, my love.” She caught you before you collapsed to the ground and held you close as you cried out.

“I don’t know how to tell him, mom.” You cried.

“He loves you, baby. He’s going to be happy but scared just like you are.”

You and your mother sat down in the living room discussing everything. Going over your options and trying to figure out what to do from here. Your mother called and made an appointment for as soon as possibly. You decided that you wouldn’t tell Sweet Pea until you had confirmation from the doctor and proof to show.

You grabbed your bag to head out for school, trying your best to calm your nerves. Sweet Pea’s always been such a good reader of your emotions without you even saying a word to him. The last thing you wanted was for him to notice anything was wrong with you today.

“Hi, baby!” he said as he came up behind you.

“Hi, Pea.” you smiled up at him, standing on your tip-toes to kiss him, “where are you heading?” you asked him as you laced your fingers with his.

“To the lounge before class starts. I was hoping i could copy your notes for history since i didn’t go.” he gave you a hopeful look.

“Sure, Sweets but you have to promise me you’ll start actually showing up for class. We’ve talked about this.” you scolded as the two of you walked into the lounge. He rolled his eyes playfully at you. “I mean it Sweet Pea. don’t make me use your full name cause i won’t hesitate.” you pointed your finger at him.

“Alright, alright.” he threw his arm over your shoulder and kissed your head, “now what about those notes.”

Thankfully, Sweet Pea hadn’t suspected a thing. You convinced yourself that you weren’t pregnant and that until you found out from the doctor, you had nothing to be nervous about.

It was friday and you had called Sweet Pea to tell him you didn’t feel too good, that you’d be skipping school for the day, but you’d call him when he got out. You made sure he wasn’t going to skip and come see you.

“You ready, dear?” your mom asked as you walked into the kitchen. She offered you some food to which you declined.

“No thanks. I don’t think i can eat anything right now. My nerves are shot.”

“I remember when i was just finding out i was pregnant with you. I can understand, but you need to eat something. Let me at least make you some peanut butter toast.” you finally agreed and sat down at the bar while your mom popped some bread in the toaster.

“How do you think i should tell Sweet Pea?”

“I think you should show him the ultrasound. That’s how i told your dad. Put it in a cute just because card. It wa sa very emotional conversation. It’s simple and gets the job done.” she explained as she placed the plate of toast in front of you. Soon, the two of you were in the car and heading towards the doctors office. The closer you got to the office, the more your stomach started to turn. You stayed silent the whole ride. Your mom sensing your uneasiness and reached over to grab your hand.

“Everything would be alright, darling.” she gave your hand a squeeze and she parked the car. You took a deep breath as you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, your mom following suit. The two of you walked into the doctor's office, hand and hand. Your mom gave your name and they took you back immediately seeing as how dead they were. There was no one but you in the waiting room.

“How are you today, ms y/l/n?” the doctor asked as she walked in with your chart.

“Nervous to say the least.”

“As i presumed. It’ll be quick i promise.” she sat your chart down on the counter as well as some other things she had with her, “i’m just going to take some blood to test if you could roll your sleeve up for me.” you did as she said, pulling your sleeve up, exposing the inside of your elbow for her as she took some blood. When she got what she needed she told you she’d be right back and walked out of the room.

The longer you sat waiting, the more nervous you grew. The more you pictured you and Sweet Pea as parents. You were slowly beginning to get excited. You knew that Sweet Pea would make a great father. You thought about sitting in your bed, cuddled up going through baby names together. You thought about finding out what the gender is and the baby shower and putting a nursery together. Teaching the baby their abc’s and colors and shapes. Hearing their cute little laugh. You pictured what they would look like - whether or not they’d look more like you or Sweet Pea. You didn’t realize how much time past and before you knew it, the doctor came back with your results.

“The test came back positive.” she said sitting down next to you, “so i brought some pamphlets for you to go over some of your options. I’m not sure if you’ve thought about anything quite yet.”

“I decided to keep the baby before i even knew for sure that i was pregnant. I just have to figure out how to tell the father. Got anything for that?” you joked.

“Unfortunately not, but i wish the best for you.”

You and your mom talked with the doctor for a few more minutes, discussing future doctors visits and when you would be able to find out what you’re having. You left more excited than you imagined you’d be and more than ready to tell Sweet Pea.

“Can you drop me off at Tent City? I wanna tell Sweet Pea now.” you asked your mom who smiled brightly at you.

“Sure thing, dear.”

You called Sweet Pea to make sure he was even at Tent City and telling him that you would be there soon. You shoved the papers with your test results into your bag, tapping anxiously on your leg as you looked out the window.

“He’s gonna be thrilled, y/n.” your mom assured you.

“I sure hope so.” you took a deep breath as your mom pulled up. You saw Sweet Pea walking over, waving at your mom as you exited the car.

“Hi, baby. I thought you weren’t feeling well?” he asked pulling you into a hug.

“I may have lied to you.” you mumbled into his chest.

“Um about what?” he pulled away from the hug, giving you a quizzical and confused look.

“I feel fine, but i did go to the doctors.”

“For what? y/n i’m not following.” he shifted his weight, furrowing his eyebrows together. You sighed, pulling out the paperwork the doctor gave you and handed it to him. You were too scared to tell him out right so you opted for him reading the results himself. He took the papers from you, unfolding them and reading over the text.

“No fucking way. No. Absolutely not. Is this a prank?” he asked.

“No, this is real, Sweet Pea.” you whispered shaking your head. You watched as he read and reread over the results. A smile soon found its way to his lips which made you smile slightly as well.

“I’m gonna be a dad. Oh my god, we’re going to be parents. This is exciting, but scary. Oh shit, is your dad gonna kill me? I bet he’s gonna let me have it the next time i’m over. Uh and your mom is gonna lecture me. But i’m so happy!” he rambled making you laugh.

“Actually, my parents are pretty calm about the whole thing. They were young parents so they know what we’re going through. Plus, mom’s parents kicked her out and haven’t so much as called since so she wouldn’t do anything but support us no matter what. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Sweet Pea pulled you into a hug, spinning you around as he kept mumbling over and over again that you two were going to be parents.

#riverdale imagines #sweet pea imagines #riverdale imagine #sweet pea x reader #riverdale #sweet pea #writing #imagines #steviemae

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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Tiny (Bucky Barnes X Male!Reader)

Summary: Tony Stark and Bruce Banner have one rule-- well, one rule that everyone actually tries to listen to-- in the compound. And that’s not to mess around in their lab. But when the cat’s away, the mice will play. Then, one of the mice will get hit with a shrink ray and actually become mouse-sized.

Requested by HauntRavensong (AO3): I had a prompt in mind. Only if you don't mind and I know you're busy. The prompt is that male reader (again, only if you don't mind) and Bucky are playing with the electronics in the lab and reader gets shrunk so Bucky takes up the mantle of watching out for him until it gets reversed. Maybe some snark and teasing from any of the others about the situation :3

Key: (Y/N) - your name

Warnings: Cursing probably, what’s an infinity wade

Word Count: 1,470

Note: i used this thing called Fighter’s Block (google it) and wrote this in like 20 minutes??? holy shit. also babe i will write whatever pronouns reader u want, i am physically incapable of being consistent anyway lmao

Tony had exactly one rule in the compound. Well, admittedly, he had a lot of rules. But there was only one that the team actually paid attention to. Tony and Bruce were very touchy about their labs and their rule was that no one-- no one-- was allowed to mess with stuff in the lab. Of course, it's the Avengers, so one would think they have the sense to listen to each other, at least on occasion.

You are an Avenger and you know this to be false.

If there is one team in the world that won't listen to orders, it's them.

One day, you and one of your best friends of the team, Bucky, were bored. You were bored out of your minds, because no bad guys decided to come out of hiding for the day and none of your teammates were around to entertain you. Bucky wasn't allowed out of the compound since the whole Civil War incident, so there wasn't much to do otherwise. That said, you probably shouldn't have agreed to his idea of sneaking into Tony and Bruce's lab, no matter how bored you were. But you agreed anyway.

Most of the lab's toys were pretty standard, but once you figured out Tony's passcode to the back part of the lab-- it was Morgan, of course-- things got way more fun.

"What does this look like to you?" Bucky hummed, holding up a box painted in Cap's signature colours.

You shrugged. "Something for Cap probably."

"Well, yeah, but what does he have in mind for the punk?" He teased.

Weapons were plentiful in the lab, but so were suits of armour. You found a few updated War Machine sets, a few bow and arrow upgrades for Clint, and even an anesthetic meant for the Hulk. A label warned that it hadn't been tested yet, though.

"Woah," Bucky breathed out, holding up a ray-gun looking thing. "What's this?"

"Freeze ray?" You asked.

He laughed. "Wouldn't put it past Stark. It doesn't really look like one, though, does it?"

You walked over to him and plucked the gun from his hands, turning it around with curiosity. "Weird," you muttered to yourself.

Upon later consideration, you decided you should've been safer when handling a gun. Alas, present you had the genius idea to look down the barrel directly, trying to get an idea of what powered it.

Then, it shot you straight in the face and you blacked out.

When you came to, presumably hours later, you could hear nothing but Bucky freaking out. He was talking to himself and pacing, from what you could hear, but when you opened your eyes…

You weren't sure where you were. You were on metal ground and something akin to a giant stapler was beside you, but it was all you could see before you looked up. Holy. Shit.

Bucky was a lot taller than you remembered. In fact, you didn't remember anyone ever being that tall.

"Uh...Buck?" You asked, looking down at your hands.

He turned to you in a sort of slow-motion movement. "Oh thank God, you're awake. Are you okay? Except for the tiny thing, I mean..."

"Tiny...?" You looked down at yourself and suddenly it all made sense. "A SHRINK RAY!?"

"It's okay! It's okay!" Bucky instantly said. "Don't freak out. I'm gonna go find Stark and we'll figure everything out. Let's get going."

"Oh no," you whined as he held out his hand for you to climb onto. "The others are never gonna let this one go."

"What do you MEAN (Y/N) shrunk himself?" Tony raved over the phone.

Bucky sighed. "Just what I said. He pointed the gun at his face--"

Bruce, who was standing beside Tony from what you could see on the screen, sighed and rubbed his face. "We have one rule, you guys. One, single rule."

"Sorry!" You squeaked, having to shout for them to hear you. "We were really bored and, well, Tony's passcode is like the easiest thing ever."

"I'll kill you," he hissed. "I'll kill both of you."

"Whatever," Bucky said, diverting the conversation. "Just come back here and fix him already."

"That's gonna be a problem, guys."

"Uh oh," you said as soon as the words left his mouth.

Bucky clenched his free fist, seeing as his left was holding you up for them to see. "What kind of problem are we talking?"

"We just got called to a situation out here," Tony explained. "HYDRA is all over this stinking place."

Bruce chimed in. "We won't be free to go until it's cleared up. We don't know how long it'll take."

Bucky facepalmed. "Great. Just...great."

For the next few days, it was you and Bucky against the world. And it wasn't a pretty world to say the least.

Being tiny was much more difficult than people gave it credit for and not 5'2" kind of tiny, but more like a few inches kind of tiny. How Scott Lang ever managed it, you have no idea. Everything you wanted to do required help, because everything you needed was made for big people.

Even making a cup of coffee just to feel life in your veins in the morning was a pain.

Everyone thought it was pretty hilarious, too, except for Bucky. Sam would burst into laughter at the sight of you jumping up and down on the TV remote just to get to the channel you wanted. Thor thought you putting PopTarts in the toaster was pretty great, too. Bucky was the only one who took your frustration seriously.

In fact, he was the one to come up with a solution.

"Now, I'm not saying it's ideal..." He started.

"Please," you interrupted, "I just need to not have to ask someone to do everything for me anytime I need something."

Okay, so his plan did include that, but it was a specific person: him.

He wore shirts with pockets. It was a miraculous little thing, but it made your whole life terrifyingly simple. He carried you everywhere and anywhere, all over the compound.

After talking to Scott, he even had a few more ideas. There was a little makeshift bed for you on his nightstand, just in case of midnight emergencies, that was made out of a shoe. Scott gave you a few of his shrinking disks to shrink down some silverware and other necessities, so eating became impossibly easier. Admittedly, you had gone swimming in a cup of coffee more than once. Nobody thought that was funny. They either thought it was relatable, like Peter and Shuri, or kind of disgusting.

But Buck stayed with you the whole time.

Four days into it, you were sleeping peacefully when he poked at your shoe-bed.

"Leave me alone," you muttered into the blankets. "I don't wanna get up."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," he said. "You've made it this far. Just give it a few more days."

You groaned. "If this has to go on for a few more days, I will die. If Sam has Redwing chase me around anymore I'm just gonna jump off the roof."

"Hey, don't talk like that." He huffed at your silence. "(Y/N), you're not dying."

"Really?" You asked drowsily. "Because it feels like it."

Bucky sighed and, despite your protests, grabbed your PJ shirt between his index finger and his thumb, pulling you from the bed. He held you up in front of his face. "(Y/N)," he chided.

"I don't like being manhandled," you muttered mutinously, crossing your arms.

The soldier gave a devilish grin. "Speaking of being manhandled...I know how to cheer you up."

Bucky knew the way to your heart. A good movie and great snacks was an instant win. Of course, it helped that the movie was Night at the Museum, then the second one, then the third one after it. He just knew all the ways to get you to like him and, to be honest, you liked him a lot more than you would like to admit.

Anyway, you really related to the tiny cowboy and his Roman boyfriend. Being tiny sucked.

Nobody understood the struggle like they did. Maybe it was why Bucky wanted to watch the movie with you. That was sweet of him.

You were just finishing up the third movie when FRIDAY spoke over the PA system.

"Sergeant Barnes, Agent (Y/N)," she said. "Boss said to tell you he's home."

"OH THANK GOD!" You exclaimed. You leapt from the edge of the popcorn bowl by instinct and landed on Bucky's hand, which was outstretched for you already.

Okay, so maybe you had gotten used to the tiny thing. And maybe you had gotten used to being with Bucky 24/7. But your point still stood. Being tiny sucked.

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Summary: Cyrus has always been good with words; there’s a reason English is his favorite subject. But with TJ, he seems to be at a loss for words. When they get paired up for a summer assignment, Cyrus slowly starts to build a new dictionary. One that involves TJ and everything they do together. Along the way, maybe he’ll find the words to tell him how he feels.

Chapter 14: Querencia

Word Count: 4570

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A soft pattering of rain tapped against Cyrus’ window, crescendoing and getting softer at random intervals. Cyrus was eventually made aware of this, but didn’t want to open his eyes. He felt warm, safe, and a little lethargic, so he wasn’t in the mood for moving. But once he opened his eyes, boy was he glad he did.

TJ, snoring softly, lips slightly parted, was mere inches away from him. He looked like an absolute angel, and Cyrus had to remind himself that staring was impolite. But he’s asleep, so how would he know? He took his hand out from under the covers, reaching out and brushing a lock of the other boy’s hair out of his face. It was soft, delicate, and Cyrus thought if he even breathed, he would shatter this moment. He wanted to be bold, to lean in a little and give him even a quick peck on his head, but that would be weird, right? Wanting to kiss your best friend?

He sighed, pushing off the covers with his legs and being careful not to wake TJ. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he felt a rush of blood from his head, shutting his eyes for a moment to regain his senses. Standing up, he tugged the covers to make sure that TJ was warm, grabbed his robe, and quietly padded down the stairs.

Leslie was already there, making breakfast when Cyrus arrived. “Morning,” he yawned, stretching his arms.

“Morning sweetie,” she greeted with a quick peck on his head, “how’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he mumbled through a bite of toast, “so, listen. I know this is going to sound weird, but TJ’s upstairs,” he started, “he came over last night, and, well,” he sighed, setting the food down, “he told his mom that he was gay, and he kind of left,”

Leslie seemed to reply with a sad smile. “That’s terrible. No child should ever have to go through that,” she murmured, putting a few more slices of bread into the toaster.

“And I sort of let him stay here overnight. . .and I’m not sure when he plans to go back, but, is it okay if he stays here for a while? I just, I wanna make sure he’s going to be safe before he goes back,”

Leslie smiled, buttering the toast and putting it on a plate. “Of course,” she agreed, handing the plate to Cyrus, “give him some breakfast, okay? Make sure he eats something,”

“I will, thanks,” he returned, climbing the stairs again. Entering the room, he saw that TJ was still asleep, so he set the plate on the nightstand, and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“TJ, wake up,” he whispered, gently nudging him awake. TJ groaned, mumbling in his sleep.

I love you too. You’re so cute.

Cyrus felt his cheeks go red hot. He’s dreaming, he reminded himself, touching his hands to his cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. “TJ, c’mon, it’s time to get up,”

This time TJ reached his arms above his head, taking in a deep breath and puffing it out. His eyes fluttered open, revealing his brilliant green eyes once again. Cyrus really needed so have some self-control; soon he’d be getting lost in those eyes.

“Morning,” TJ mumbled, taking note of his surroundings, “wh-oh,” he remembered, a frown marking his face profoundly.

“I brought you breakfast,” Cyrus offered, handing him the toast.

TJ shook his head. “Not my meal. I’m not hungry,”

Cyrus persisted. “You are hungry, but you being upset is hindering that. Happens,” he explained, shoving the plate towards TJ, “just a few bites, please? I promise you’ll feel better,”

TJ scowled, tentatively holding the piece of bread that he thought would crumble before his very eyes with another touch. “Fine,” he grumbled, tearing off a piece and popping it in his mouth.

“So,” Cyrus started, flopping back onto the bed, “what should we do today? Probably can’t go to the park or anything, considering it’s been raining,”

“We can always invite people over and hang out as a group,” TJ suggested, finishing off his breakfast, “I don’t think we’ve hung out as a group in a while,”

Cyrus nodded in agreement, pulling out his phone and texting the groupchat.

journalism junkies

[cyrus: hey do u guys wanna come over at like 6 to hang out?]

“How are you feeling?” Cyrus asked, as if he was a doctor. He reached out, putting his hand on top of TJ’s, awakening a surge of butterflies trapped in his gut,

TJ shrugged, kicking the covers off. “Okay, as much as I can,” he admitted, trying to brush it off. He worried that he’d start crying all over again if he opened this wound again.

“You deserve the world, you know,” Cyrus mumbled, rubbing TJ’s hand with his thumb, “I’m really sorry about all this. My mom said that you could stay with us as long as you needed,”

TJ shook his head, rubbing his eyes with his hands; he really missed Cyrus’ touch in that moment. “I don’t want to impose on you guys,” he murmured bashfully, “I’ll go back really soon, I swear,”

Cyrus abruptly sat up, feeling the blood rush again; he had to stop doing that. “Are you insane? I’m not letting you go back until I know you’re going to be safe,” he said firmly, crossing his legs.

TJ waved him off, dismissing him as though he’d just apologized for bumping into him. “She’s not gonna hit me, Cy, I’ll be okay,” he promised him, but he didn’t mean the last part. I’ll be okay. Would he though? Not even he knew the answer to that.

“Okay, you’ll be fine physically, but what about emotionally? Teej, I don’t want you to have to suffer through living with her,” Cyrus worried, his teeth grazing his upper lip.

“I can’t just leave Amber alone,” he informed the other boy, shaking his head.

“Tell her she can come too,” Cyrus offered blindly, putting a hand on TJ’s shoulder,

TJ shook his head, placing his hand on top of Cyrus’. “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t have you just taking us in. It’s not fair to you,” he pointed out. Cyrus looked hurt at that, but TJ knew it was the truth; he already felt guilty that Cyrus was being so generous and letting him stay for a little while, but having him help Amber too. . .the guilt would consume him whole.

Cyrus frowned, gingerly removing his hand from TJ’s touch, and letting it fall into his lap. “I just. . .I wish there was actually something I could do,” he whined, screwing his eyes shut.

TJ placed a hand on Cyrus’ arm, using his free hand to lift the other boy’s chin. “You are doing something. Just you existing is enough, you know. I can be me around you, and that’s more than I can say about anyone. You’re the only person I can talk to like this. You’re…Cyrus you’re everything to me,” TJ admitted, feeling like his body was being pulled towards Cyrus’. Try and explain that one, physics.

Cyrus started leaning in, and for a split second, TJ thought he was going to faint or wake up from a dream where things ended happily and romantically. Instead, Cyrus pulled him in for a hug, rubbing circles into his back. It still felt really nice, having someone here for him.

“You are my everything, you know that? Without you,” he pulled back, lacing his hands with TJ’s, “I don’t even know who I’d be,”

Hot, hot, hot, hot. Fire. Warm. Heat. TJ comprehended what Cyrus had said, but all he could focus on was the budding heat between them. It was like they were a match and a matchbox, lighting each other aflame whenever they were together.

[andi: i’m down and so is amber!]

[walker: im there]

[jonah: if walker is coming, i’ll def b there]

[marty: party time laid ease]

[buffy: hm fine]

Smiling at his phone, Cyrus shut it off again, putting it aside. “They’ll be here at six,”

TJ nodded, rolling off the bed and grabbing his clothes. “I’ll change in the bathroom. Wouldn’t wanna give you a heart attack,” he joked, turning his back on a very flushed Cyrus. Shaking his head, the boy reached into the drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out his journal. He didn’t need help with this word.

querencia: a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

He shut it quickly, slipping it back into the drawer. Lord knows what would happen if TJ saw it and flicked through a few pages; it would progressively get worse, he mused. Shaking his head clear of negative thoughts, he sifted through his closet to get ready for the day.

“Left foot blue!” Marty called out over the music, struggling to contain his laughter as Cyrus, Buffy, and TJ all scrambled to try and move their legs. They looked like a tangled mess, each of them in a position that nobody would ever call natural.

TJ bumped Cyrus foot as they went for the same spot, and both of them came crashing down, ending up on top of one another. A chorus of gasps and ‘oohs’ swept through their friend group, effectively making their cheeks redder than the red dots on the Twister tarp. Cyrus giggles, sending TJ into a fit of laughter as well, both of them crawling off of the mat, and leaving Buffy alone.

“I win!” she cheered, collapsing to the ground with a soft thud, “I knew I’d beat you guys,”

“The modest Buffy Driscoll, ladies and gentlemen,” TJ teased, chuckling softly.

“What should we do now?” Walker asked, folding up the Twister tarp.

“Ooh, we could play paranoia! I’ve always wanted to play, but there’s never been enough people,” Jonah suggested, motioning for people to get into a circle.

“How do you play?” Amber chimed in, crossing her legs.

“Okay, so basically, you ask the person to your left a question, so like I would ask Andi,” he explained, “and you whisper a question in their ear, but the answer has to be a person. So like, if I would ask her ‘who has the prettiest hair’, she’d answer out loud,”

“Amber,” she replied, grinning like an idiot.

“But you guys don’t know what the question was,” he continued, “but you could! We flip a coin after Andi answers; heads she spills the question, tails she doesn’t,”

“Okay, but why is it called paranoia?” Marty wondered aloud.

“Because people are paranoid when other people say their name, but don’t know the question. For all the know, it could be ‘who would you kill’,” Jonah mused, shaking his head, “that probably won’t happen. Wanna play?”

Everyone agreed that this would be a fun way to pass the time, save for Buffy who was still riding the high of winning Twister. And even after Marty explained to her that there were no winners or losers of this game, she wasn’t totally convinced, even though she agreed to play.

“I’ll go first,” Andi chirped, turning towards Buffy and whispering a question in her ear.

Who is most likely to cry at movies?

Buffy snorted, crossing her arms. “That’s easy. Cyrus,”

Cyrus perked up, hearing his name. “Ooh, drama,” he exclaimed giddily, clapping his hands together.

Buffy rolled her eyes, pulling out a coin from her pocket and flipping it. All eyes were on the coin as it rolled on its side, and then landed on heads. A whisper of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ filled the room, a few people eyeing Cyrus.

“I asked her who would be most like to cry at movies,” Andi piped, up, smiling sympathetically, “sorry Cyrus,”

Cyrus crossed his arms in mild annoyance, tilting his head up. “I just happen to be a little emotional,” he huffed.

TJ reached over Amber and patted him on the shoulder. “We know. It’s endearing,” he mumbled, earning what may have been the most incredulous look from Amber.

“Okay my turn,” Buffy cut in, turning towards Cyrus and asking him his question.

Who would you go watch a scary movie with?

“TJ,” Cyrus said with confidence. Jonah gave him a knowing look but Cyrus chose to ignore it. He flipped the coin, and it landed on heads. Suddenly he felt a lot less confident about his choice.

“I asked him who he would watch a scary movie with,” Buffy cooed, poking Cyrus’ side, while he attempted to swat her away.

TJ felt pairs of eyes staring him down. His face was an unnatural shade of pink, and he prayed that this awkwardness would die out soon.

“Because he’d warn me when all the bad part come,” Cyrus cut in, as if he could read TJ’s thoughts, “and he’d buy me popcorn,” he added, dissolving all tension in the room as people cracked up.

Cyrus leaned over and asked Amber her question.

Who would you trust with anything?

“. . .TJ, I guess,” she mumbled, taking the coin and flipping it. This time, however, it landed on tails, and everyone groaned. Everyone, that is, except for Amber, who couldn’t help but smirk.

“Alright, TJ,” Amber rubbed her hands together, her nose wrinkling up when she smiled, “your turn,”

Who is someone you have something important to tell?

TJ looked like he was going to leap at her throat, he he managed to maintain his cool. Trying to act nonchalant, he leaned back on his hands, saying “Cyrus,” in the most casual tone.

Amber looked at him as if she’d just won the lottery. Handing the coin to TJ, she watched as he flipped the coin. . .and it landed on tails. “For fuck’s sake,” she muttered, giving him a gentle shove, as he was giggling now.

“Boo hoo, Bambi didn’t get her way,” he toyed, leaning over to Walker.

Who is the most trustworthy person?

“Jonah, obviously,” he replied, blowing him a kiss, which Jonah happily ‘caught’.

Walker flipped the coin, which landed on heads. “I think you’re the most trustworthy person,”

“Aw,” Jonah cooed, smiling so hard his dimples looked like crevices in the earth.

“It’s true,” Cyrus chimed in, giving him a knowing look before turning his attention back to the game. It didn’t go unnoticed by TJ, who lingered on this for a moment. Why was Jonah the most trustworthy to Cyrus? Was he not trustworthy enough? Was he embarrassed to admit it if it were him? Ah, the lovely process of overthinking.

“My turn,” Walker piped up, turning to Marty.

Who do you wanna travel the world with?

Walker pulled back, crossing his arms proudly and waiting for a name to fill the room.

“TJ,”

Well, not that name. Walker gawked at him, his gaze flitting over to Buffy for a split second before he shook his head. “Oh. Okay,”

The rest of the group looked confused and bubbling with excitement, all at once. Buffy appeared unfazed, TJ was on edge, and the girls looked like they were barely paying attention. Walker handed Marty the coin, who flipped it with the utmost care. It rattled on the ground, rolling on its edge until it landed on heads.

Oh no.

Walker swallowed, picking up the coin and playing with it in his hands. “I-uh, well, I asked him who he’d. . .want to travel the world with,” he said quietly, his cheeks going hot.

Marty didn’t flinch, instead lifting his head to meet Buffy’s eyes. “Yup,” he stated, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

Everyone tensed up. TJ felt like he was going to be the subject of an interrogation. He bowed his head, not willing to make eye contact with people. Cyrus did the same, but for different reasons. He felt like part of his heart was being torn out, and he didn’t even know why.

“What about Buffy?” Jonah piped in, and TJ wanted to just pull him out of the room. Sweet Jonah, ever the oblivious one.

Marty didn’t bat an eye, narrowing his gaze. “I don’t think she’d want to travel the world with someone that she doesn’t like,” he spat, watching her face contort into one of confusion.

“I never said that!” she shot back, crossing her arms, “I said I-”

“-doesn’t matter,” he cut her off, waving his hand to dismiss her, and clearing his throat.

Andi looked between them, before clapping her hands together. “Next question?” she suggested, and Walker passed the coin along. Marty turned towards Jonah, scowling.

Who is most likely to fall in love with their best friend?

“Oh, Cyrus,” Jonah answered smoothly, turning his gaze towards his friend. Cyrus didn’t even seem phased; his feelings felt so overwhelming that it was almost as if he was numb and on high alert at the same time.

Jonah took the coin from Walker, and flipped it. He groaned when it landed on tails, but he shrugged it off, passing the coin down. Cyrus was beginning to understand why the game was called paranoia.

Jonah turned towards Andi, asking her her question.

Who would you wanna switch lives with for a week?

Andi thought about it for a moment, looking around at her group of friends before finally saying “Amber,”

The blonde perked up at that, her eyes lighting up like a fire. She waited for Andi to flip the coin, which, fortunately, landed on heads.

“I asked her who she wanted to switch lives with for a week,” Jonah supplied.

Amber’s smile quickly faltered. “What?” she asked, “why would you wanna switch lives with me of all people? My mom sucks,”

Andi shrugged, knitting her hands together. “I know, I just wanna see what it’s like in your shoes,” she admitted, earning a few coos from the crowd, “plus, I’d probably get to listen to TJ talk about Cyrus,” she blurted out, clapping her hand over her mouth after she’d said it.

The room fell silent; even the music they were playing had stopped. Cyrus looked like he was going to cry, and TJ was worried that if his face went any redder, he’d burst. The rest of the crew looked around, trying to survive through this awkward bout.

“I mean, like, in a normal friend way,” Andi added quickly, but there really was no use in her saying anything else. What was said was said, and there was no way she could take it back.

Cyrus dug fingers into his palms, trying, in vain, to distract himself from what was going on. Everything seemed to be falling apart right before his eyes; not just things with TJ, but everything with Buffy and Marty. . .it all felt like too much. He could feel his eyes burning, his lower lip start to wobble, and his breathing becoming shallow. Before he could break down right there and then, he quickly stood up, bolting towards the bathroom, and shutting the door. He locked it, sliding down the door and holding his head in his hands.

“Cyrus?” there was a knock on the door, and then a voice. Andi’s voice.

“Go away,” he snapped, but there was very little edge to his voice.

“Cyrus, please let me in,” she pleaded, her hand on the doorknob. Cyrus rolled his eyes, even though she couldn’t see her, but he moved away from the door, unlocking it. She pushed through, and shut the door behind her.

“What do you want?” he retorted, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry,” she started, her voice small and meek, “I didn’t mean to bring up you and TJ and-”

“-and my silly, stupid-ass crush on him, I get it. I fucking get it that it’s pointless because he probably likes Marty or some shit like that,” he spat, the curse words tasting a little strange. He never really used them, and heck, he usually reprimanded people for using them.

Andi looked taken aback, her eyes softening. “That’s. . .not what I mean at all. Marty?”

Cyrus glowered at her. “Travel the world, don’t you remember?”

“Oh,” Andi mumbled, “I don’t think he really meant that,” she tried to soothe him, reaching out her hand, but Cyrus pushed it away.

“Oh, really? How the hell do you know that, hm?” he grumbled, “you don’t,”

“Cyrus, please,” she tried, but he cut her off.

“No Andi,” he interrupted, looking like he was on the verge of tears, “I’m done with this. I’m done letting you guys convince me that there’s something else between me and TJ. I’m breaking my own heart loving him. For the longest fucking time, I was torn between holding on to what you were promising and accepting the reality that it wouldn’t happen,” he choked out.

“Cyrus, Marty and TJ aren’t-”

Cyrus put a hand up. “You don’t have to say it, Andi,” he said softly, “I care about him so much. and you know what people say about love; you do whatever is best for someone else even if it doesn’t include you” he whispered, his voice weak, and his eyes threatening to spill over with tears. Andi tried to say something, but Cyrus got up off of the floor, and left the bathroom.

He looked around for Amber, but he didn’t see her. Walker and Buffy were over by one of the couches talking, presumably about what had happened. Andi had walked over to Jonah, and her mouth was moving so fast that Cyrus couldn’t keep up with what she was saying. And, near the back of the room, were TJ and Marty. They were talking, yes, but when TJ pulled Marty in for a hug, Cyrus felt so small. He wanted the ground to come alive and swallow him whole. He wanted to block that out from his mind, but he knew that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. Cyrus shook his head, running up the stairs and into his bedroom, shutting the door. He really didn’t to cry, but it felt like he didn’t have a choice.

Grabbing his journal, he started to write.

6/29

Today I invited all my friends over to hang out. We were playing paranoia, and then Buffy and Marty started to argue about their relationship. That wasn’t even the worst; Andi brought up me and TJ, and I just felt so exposed. I really didn’t want people to know about my feelings for him, but now I feel like they will. Things with Marty and TJ escalated, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more there. Andi tried to tell me that there isn’t anything there, but I don’t believe that. This is why I always want to lock all my emotions away. Because the moment I let them loose, I fall hard. I fall with no one there to catch me, so I hit the pavement and shatter.

Some of his writing had smudged, as a result of his tears. TJ and Marty’s names blurred into one blob. How fitting, he thought. His phone buzzed a few times, and he opened them, out of habit.

[amber: went home. hope things are okay <3]

[jb: walker n i left, lmk if u need anything]

[slayer: see u tmrw, cy, ily. sorry about the fighting]

[marty party: went home dude, hope everything’s fine]

[andi another thing: cyrus im so sorry about what i said. im going home, but i really want things to be okay with us. i love u]

Putting it back on his nightstand, he lied down on his bed, putting the palms of his hands on his eyes. There was a soft knock at the door, and then it opened. Why knock if you’re going to come in anyways? Cyrus wondered, sitting up.

“Hey,” TJ said softly, shutting the door, “you okay? You kind of disappeared,”

Cyrus really didn’t want to talk about it; he especially didn’t want to talk about it with TJ because he’d probably explode with feelings. And that was exactly what he wanted not to happen.

“I’m fine,” he snipped, clearly lying. TJ frowned, taking a seat on the bed with Cyrus.

“Okay,” he replied worriedly, “. . .do you wanna do something else?”

“Why don’t you go ask Marty,” Cyrus drawled, “I’m sure he’d love to do something with you,”

“What are you talking about?” TJ asked, “what do you mean?”

“Why don’t you lovebirds go travel the world together,” Cyrus suggested, bowing his head down.

“Oh,” TJ mumbled, remembering, “that’s nothing, really.”

Cyrus didn’t respond, instead remaining fixated on one spot on the floor.

“It’s. . .stuff with Marty and Buffy,” TJ explained, earning a nod from Cyrus.

“Ah, yes. Love and not love,” Cyrus mused, lying down on the bed. TJ leaned back as well, both of them now staring at the ceiling.

“Marty’s just pissed because he feels like his relationship with Buffy is in shambles,” TJ sighed, running a hand through his hair, “don’t tell him I told you that,”

Cyrus nodded, miming zipping his lips. “I think I’m going to turn in early,”

TJ bopped his head, getting up off of the bed and sifting through his bag.

“Hey TJ?”

“Hm?”

“What did Amber ask you earlier? When you said my name?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

TJ felt his face heat up again, as he pulled out his pajamas. “Oh, uh, she asked me. . .who I had something important to say to,” he winced, hoping Cyrus wouldn’t press on.

“Oh, really? What is it?” Cyrus asked, suddenly feeling more alert.

TJ pretended to yawn, stretching his arms up above his head. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m kinda tired,” he said, shifting his focus to his pajamas again. He hated lying to Cyrus, but he really didn’t want to get into this tonight.

“Oh, yeah,” Cyrus mumbled, disappointed, “totally,” he added, scooting over to the opposite side of the bed, and patting the spot next to him.

TJ crawled into the bed, frowning at the added space between him and Cyrus. He knew they weren’t fighting, exactly, but he could still sense something. He turned to face Cyrus, and sure enough, Cyrus turned to meet his eyes as well. God, he looked beautiful.

“What?” Cyrus asked softly, bringing his hand under his head.

“. . .nothing,” TJ whispered, smiling weakly, “night, Cy,”

“Night, TJ,” Cyrus mumbled, tugging the covers up and shutting his eyes.

TJ reached down off the bed and grabbed his phone from out of his bag. Sure enough, he had a text from Amber.

[andi’s girlfriend: jesus are things between you and cyrus okay?]

[Me: yeah, things are good. how are things at home w/ mom?]

[andi’s girlfriend: weird. it’s weird not having u here]

[Me: whats she saying about me?]

[andi’s girlfriend: nothing really. she’s acting like nothing happened]

[Me: figures. i’ll see u tmrw?]

[andi’s girlfriend: night tj. i love u (and so does cyrus skdjfhdsj)]

[Me: love you too (platonically)]

TJ dropped his phone back into his bag and turned so that he was facing Cyrus. He was already asleep, his knees up in his chest, his breathing soft and slow.

“I love you, Cy,” TJ whispered into the night, pressing a kiss to his own fingers, and lightly touching Cyrus’ temple. Smiling, he tugged on the covers, and shut his own eyes, letting fatigue overcome him.

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