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berrys-hide-out · 1 year

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A calm evening

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Summary: a calm evening with Fiona and Cylia turns into a not so calm one

Tw: Blood mentions, wound description, tickles, cat(?), swearing!

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Cylia sighed was there no other way to solve this math issue..? “Gooood…” she whined silently “meow?” Cookie asked and trampled over the homework before laying down as if signalling her owner to take a break.

“Cookie come on I can’t work like that” Cylia huffed a chuckle yet gasped rather suddenly when she felt arms wrap around her torso and a head rested on her shoulder, right next to her ear.

“Math..?” Her roommate asked making Cylia let out an exaggerated sigh “yes…” Fiona hummed and about to threw cookie onto Cylias lap.

“Let’s see..” she said and moved closer to look over her shoulder. “A-Ah.. Fiona?” Cylia asked as a soft blush rose on her cheeks. God she’s close!

Close she was but Fiona didn’t seem to notice at all which either meant Fiona was extremely tired or extremely determined to help Cylia.

Probably a mixture of both Cylia figured with a very sure look in her eyes.

“Here look.” Fiona suddenly said tapping the pencil on the paper. “Hmm..?” “If you first get the solution in the bracket, then you can multiply it by the number in front of it.. you can leave the pure number there and throw the letter over to the other side, then you divide the number by the letter number and you’re through the problem.”

She explained rashly but Cylia understood what she meant as Fiona wrote everything down in a neat manner. “Thanks Fiona…” Cylia murmured as she was back on track now.

Fiona looked at her in surprise which Cylia didn’t see- not that the younger wasn’t glad for that. She smiled and retracted herself, walking out of the room.

A little later Cylia was done with the problems and send them over to her teacher. “Waaaaah~ done!” She chuckled before a sweet scent entered her nose.

She rose up from her chair and followed the sweetness, ending up in the kitchen. Fiona was cutting up blueberry cake “oh!” She whispered when she had turned to the other “are you done?” Cylia chuckled “yeah thanks for the help” she nodded and walked towards her. Fiona hummed “no problem, I made some cake while you were learning an- h-huh?”

Cylia hugged the smaller, holding her head to her chest and her other hand rested on the youngest shoulder.

“Are you alright Cyl?” Fiona asked with a light smile “yeah I’m fine..” the taller murmured into her roommates head.

Fiona chuckled “have some cake will you? I’m gonna lay down” Cylia hummed in agreement before taking some cake.

Yet when Cylia went to Fiona’s room she wasn’t even inside! So much for laying down that liar.. “Fiona?” The older called through their shared home without luck. “Fiona?” She asked and poked her head into their garden, finding the girl there

Bow and arrow in hand as she elegantly stood there, hair open and waved in the soft wind, the weapon and her eyes were glaring at their ‘prey’

She let go.

Bullseye.

“Yes!” Fiona hissed and lowered the bow.

“Fiona” Cylia called from the door “get inside it’s getting dark and you’ll catch a cold you moron!” Fiona huffed and pouted “alright alright!” She answered in defeat and went to collect her arrows.

The two got ready for bed and Cylia was the first in bed, which was rather unusual as Fiona was usually the one too tired to do anything.

A loud clang followed by a thud made Cylia shoot up from her bed and rush into the main room “FIENE?!” She yelled letting herself Slide Over the wooden floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake up up” the girl said with a light blush. Cylia frowned and walked towards her “geez your hand is bleeding! What happened?!” The older of the two asked a little desperate.

Fiona “a-ah.. it’s nothing really- I’ll get it patched up no problem” she smiled in a reassuring manner making Cylia scowl “not until you tell me what happened.” “Come on! As if that’s so important, what happened happened, come on you can’t actually make me wait to patch it up!” Fiona whined the last part and yanked her hand out of Cylias.

The elder sighed “what do you need?” Fiona looked at her blood covered hand “The first aid…?” She whispered with a tiny unsure smile “the- alright fine..” Cylia sighed and stood up walking to true bathroom.

Once back she found Fiona work with her wound. “Alright I’m back.” Cylia said and placed the first aid on the table, finding blood covered splinters of what seems to have been a plate.

Had she really missed the broken plate on the ground when she noticed Fiona was hurt..? Cylia looked over and yes. There it was.

“Doesn’t that hurt..?” Cylia asked the smaller. “I mean.. I won’t lie it’s not pleasant.” She plainly answered before flinching when she got out the last of the shards.

“Thanks for bringing it” Cylia sighed and took a seat “what were you doing anyways?” “Putting away the dishes” Cylia felt her eye twitch “at nine?!” Fiona pouted “I wouldn’t have needed to do them if you had just done as I asked!” Cylias eyebrows raised “the dishes can wait until tomorrow!”

Fiona frowned “they cannot, we are having guests over tomorrow morning remember?” She scowled at the pain as she held the alcohol pad to it to clean the ends.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Fiona suddenly exclaimed rather loudly before flexing her injured hand. “Are you okay..?” Cylia asked a Little amused “yes im Fine!” Fiona wheezed out and finally placed the cream and the bandages.

“Damn it..” she sighed when she was done and cleaned up the first aid. “WOAH-!?” She yelped when she was picked up from the ground “C-Cylia let me down!” The smaller squirmed yet her right, injured hand wasn’t doing anything

“We are going to bed if you want to or not!” Cylia announced and threw her over her shoulder. “Oi! You moron let me down! We still have shards to clean up! And the blood on the ta-HAHahaha quit ihit!” Fiona abruptly giggled when Cylia squeezed her side.

“You’re the moron for spending your energy on stuff you don’t need to do!” Cylia sighed before entering her roommates room and throwing her onto her bed “Cyl- wait we caHAhahAh~”

Fiona subdued into soft titters in no time as Cylias digits skimmed along her bare sides and ribs. “I’m going to teach you your own lesson then.” Cylia grinned “first..” Fiona squealed when her upper stomach was targeted “dont do the others tasks unless they ask for help or it is to fasten the time.”

“BUhuhUHUhut iHIHIt waHAhas neHEheHEEDEd! CYHyl!” Cylia raised an eyebrow “no it was not, they’re not here until 9 am and you and I are awake at seven latest.”

Cylia huffed a smile at the girl underneath her. She doesn’t quite look or act the part but she was immensely weak to tickles. The girl was trembling underneath each touch while she sometimes lost strength.

Seemingly not today though as even her right hand came to fend her off.

Cylia grabbed it “careful Fiene, we don’t want you to get hurt even worse” she smirked and raised the hand above her head “w-wait Cyliaha- HA! BWAHAHAHA~” Fiona squealed again as Cylias pointy nails scribbled over her soft stomach.

“Now second lesson was-“ “DOHOHON’T HUHURT YOUHUHURSEHEHELF!” Fiona interrupted “exactly and what did you do?” “IHIT WAHAHAS AHAN AHACCIDENT! PLEHEHEASE CYHYHYLIAHAH~”

Fiona bucked and squirmed left to right as her stomach was brutally scribbled over without a show of mercy.

“Hmpf then you have to be more careful!” A sly grin spread across Cylias features “just how you so brutally tickle attack me and tell me to watch out whenever I run into something!”

Fiona laughed even more at that and a snort escaped her, the youngest tapped out shortly after.

Cylia chuckled at the disheveled hair, blush was, lightly red stomach and ears. Fiona giggled and even when she was let up her right hand stayed over her head. “Ahahand thihird; respect eheach others lihimits”

Cylia chuckled before laying down on her and flipping off to the side, keeping her in her grasp. “I’ll clean the mess up, don’t make a move out of bed, you hear me?” She asked sternly- yet the amusement was still in the air as the giddy atmosphere hardly faded.

“Hmmm~ if I don’t listen you can’t quite stop me right?” She asked before yelping as Cylia jumped onto her and stretched both of Fiona’s hands over her head and getting dangerously close to her hips “wait! Wahait okay I got it! I got it! - CYL!” She squealed and squeezed her eyes shut when the hand shot down-

yet nothing happened.

Fiona opened an eye meeting a sly smirk and the playful eyes of her roommate. “Tsk! You fucking moron!” She cursed and kicked her off as her blush gained a crimson red.

“Hahaha! Sorry Fiene!” “It’s Fiona you jerk!” Cylia laughed and quickly stood up- one pillow after another following her out of the room.

“NIGHT FIENE!” “NIGHT LIA!” Cylia stopped in her tracks and looked at Fiona who held a proud grin. “Pfff alright good night”

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#my oc’s #cookie #cylia #Fiona #Fiene jokes #TW blood mention #Lee!Fiona #Ler!Cylia #oc #berry talks

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shello · 2 months

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Alastor x reader

Wow you see a period clot looking man in hell. You think: "Wowza, this shawty kinda fien.." because your such a weirdo. You walk up to the man and tap his shoulder, and his neck snaps to look at you. After seeing his stanky ahh piss stained teeth, you think "I dont think hes shawty anymore 💔💔💔" little did you know you said it out loud so he grabbed your head and bashed it against a wall repeatedly. Then he ate you for supper the end

(This is a joke pls 😭😭😭)

💗

-shello

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #fanfic

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asillyartist · 1 month

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p.1 One of explaining the chart between the NPCs and Mike

(Here is the oringla Chart!) (more questions are welcome!!)

if you wanna know just keep reading har har~

Retro~ He does not hate her but she mentally is disgusted by his behavior and the fact he somehow gets along with Mr, she does not talk to him or try to avoid him, and when the chance comes she will hit him with a laser when the elevator is full if she can Bive~ Mike himself finds her funny, a joke, he loves to scare her with her dumb theories and makes is own ones to get her stressed or parenoid

Mark~ he himself has a crush on him as Mike does not see the appeal and mocks Mark about Wallter, but overall they get along with many stuff and can work together

Wallter~ Mike reminds him of Mark, he also seems to like Mike due to his habits of living ''gray stuff'' but so on they don't have big contact

Unplestant~ Mike does not understand why everyone is so mean to it, he himself tries to talk to it but it just stands there, in fact, Mike might be the only one who likes the unpleasant colors

Split~ aw he and her chill out when they can, Mike loves to get a better mood by her she makes his day better, as he tells her about his dumb passions as she listens

Spud~ Mike feels bad for this little guy as he tries to be friendly to him when he can and Spud finds him like a friend but... Spud Spud...

Reddy~ Never meet/will not care for him

Prototype~ He loves him like he thinks this the little bot is a girl, he also helps him with basic human stuff so he can explore more and more

Pilby~ same thing as Prototype he thinks they a girl, they also love to scare them at times but he will care and be gentle when needed

Pest~ They both hate each other Mike tries to explain to others how Pest steals but nobody notices it, as Pest tries to shut him up and steal from him

Poob/Party Noob~ Mike is fien with Poob but Poob does not like when Mike gets annoyed by him making up stories to annoy their little happy place

Lampert~ Mike likes the lamp a lot, he can be related to him because they both have weird kinds of bodies, Lampert is fine with him as a friend but hates Mike's dirty wooden hands

Infected/Kasper~ Kasp likes Mike he remembers him of something but he can't remember what it is, Mike likes the kido because he reminds him of his PAST self

Gnarpy~ Mike finds xem quite annoying and finds xem xemself but they get along when needed to get their ways

FleshCousin~ Mike does not like them and does not understand what they ask, he rather throw that thing in the trash when needed har har

well that's it for now...

Boo!

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twenty-faces · 4 months

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🎭 Welcome to our system blog 🎭

Quick view: plural blog | diagnosed traumagenic DID system but very pro all system origins as well as self dx | no DNI

Follows from: @tennisthemedhatesex

✂️ More about us under the cut ✂️

Collective Names: Crow, Hal, Joule / Joulean, and Howl. For this blog, Twenty is also fine.

Fun fact: the only names out of these that were not chosen by me are also the weirdest. My mom almost named us Joule (double pun because she's a jeweler, and my dad is a physicist and chemist, so it's the name Jewel but spelled like the unit of energy) but my dad vetoed it. I'll die mad about that. Howl has a WHOLE TON of lore behind it, but in short: because my ex-girlfriend tried really hard to assign kin Howl Pendragon to me and because I was mostly raised by a wolf.

Collective Pronouns: fi/fien/fiend/fiends/fiendself, they/them, any neos our alters use

This blog is Twenty Faces themed for ~reasons~

There's 20 of us + favorite character of all time + why is he me. like why are we so similar fr + I think 20 is plural coded. there's so many reasons for this. watch trickster.

Alters: (I apologize for how long this is)

Keiko: Sign-off: ~K | Emoji tag:🧸🌈 | Pronouns: bon/bonk/bonks/bonks/bonkself, fizz/fizz/fizzs/fizzs/fizzself, strawb/strawb/strawbs/strawbs/strawbself, joke/joke/jokes/jokes/jokeself | Identifies as: a kid | System roles: child alter, euphoriamate, battery | Main system

I made banners 1-4. The others are by: @/angryuserboxes @/mogaispiderpunk @/sweetpeauserboxes and @/another-userbox-blog

#pinned post #intro post #system intro #plural system #plurality #multiplicity #did system #endo safe

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transbot-brian · 8 months

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so when you fu kin send me a million messages its fien but if i do i have to fuciung warn you. ffs mute your ohone if its annoying or can you not do something as simole as that

another fuckibg example of the double standards. if i miss olans a few times i have to apologise but you always have something come up like fucking your boyfriend and getting pissed. not like wvee been best freinds f9r half a decad

or you necer lwt me talk about my interest just ignoring me and talking about soemthing else while i let you go off on eveyy fucking thing else. your boyfriend tlou god of war but you always fucking move on when i takk for more than 2 minutes

you also use autistic jokes and phrases but qre not autistix and DENY being aitostic evry time 8ts so fucking annoying

#vent #its ni one on tumblr #she stopped following me becsuee i posted a lot about ky interests #iys just so fucking annoying and i vant say it to anyone

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cryptic-michael · 3 years

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Me: *Calling my dad to ask if I need to go to the school tomorrow for early collage testing*

Him: *doesn't answer after 3 calls*

me: Alright I'll tell mom he said no I don't have to go it's pointless, I wanna sleep tomorrow anyway.

#He's fine he's probably running #or showering and geting ready for bed...or in bed #He gose to bed so god damn ealry #once dads hit a certian age their bed times just keep getting earlier and earlier I swear...#But i mena it's fien I technicly don't HAVE to be there tomorrow #the porgram of early collage in my town is shit and a joke anyway so its rally meh

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straightgirlsbreakhearts · 6 years

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Me: "Hey, you look really great today!"

Them: "What do you mean, do I not look good every other day?"

HOW THE HELL DOES FLIRTING WORK WHEN I CANT EVEN COMPLIMENT A FRIEND?!

#Fiene vs college #srsly how did that compliment backfire #today was crazy #i am also the butt of the newest joke #me #personal

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pompadourpink · 4 years

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hi mom can you share french jokes please

Hullo,

C’est deux oeufs, l’un dit à l’autre “Putain, on se fait chier!” et l’autre répond “Argh! un oeuf qui parle!”

C’est l’histoire d’un têtard qui pensait qu’il était tôt mais il était tard

Que dit une imprimante dans l'eau? J’ai papier

C'est l'histoire de Napoléon qui rentre dans un bar. Il dit "J'ai vaincu". Le barman répond : "Désolé, j'ai que dix-neuf chaises."

Que fait Platon quand ça le démange? Il Socrate

Comment appelle-t-on un jeudi vraiment nul? Une trajeudi

Qu'est-ce qu'une frite enceinte? Une patate sautée

Qu’est-ce qu’une fraise sur un cheval? Une fraise Tagada

Pourquoi la petite fille tombe de la balançoire? Car elle n’a plus de bras

Qu'est-ce qui est vert et qui se déplace sous l'eau? Un chou marin

Pourquoi les anges sont-ils sourds? Parce que Jésus Christ

Quelle est l'arme préféré des vegans? Le lance-roquette

Qu’est-ce qui est orange et qui pue? Une carotte qui a pété

Pourquoi est-ce que Napoléon n'a pas voulu acheter de maison? Parce qu’il avait déjà un Bonaparte

Que fait-on aux voleurs de salade? On les tue

Que dit Frodon devant sa maison? C’est là que j’hobbit

Pourquoi Harry Potter chuchote? Parce que Dumbledore

Qu’est-ce qu’une manifestation d’aveugles? Un festival de Cannes

Qu’est-ce qu’un petit canif? C’est un petit fien

Pourquoi met-on une selle sur un cheval? Parce que si on la met en dessous, on tombe

Zoé demanda à Robinson de la croire et Robinson Crusoé

And scene!

#ask #lols #spotted on tumblr #good god

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nbrook29 · 3 years

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love you to the moon and to saturn

This is part 4 of my Sander in NYC ‘verse. I posted it on ao3, but recently I’ve also been posting my fics on tumblr so here it is 😌

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: mild sexual content

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Saturday, 10:00

His sleep was anxious, mind too preoccupied with stress to allow him to get a proper rest. The wake up was even worse as mere seconds after he blinked the sleep away from his tired eyes the memories of last night crept back in, flooding him with worry and making his brain replay the argument over and over again like a broken cassette. And then he checked his phone only to find a string of messages and missed calls, all from Sander, causing his stomach to twist with nerves at what they were going to say.

His abrupt leaving had been a dick move and if Sander was pissed, Robbe knew he couldn’t blame him. So he stalled, finger barely swiping at the screen as he was unsure whether to unlock it and face the consequences or maybe throw the phone back on his bedside table and bury himself under the covers to wait for his courage to come back and for his nerves to settle.

Heaving a sigh, he chose option number one because it was the only rational one.

He tapped Sander’s photo, holding his breath without even registering it.

Two seconds later he knew.

He didn’t need to worry.

Sunday 13:00

Robbe hides another smile into his glass at the thought of yesterday’s evening, trying to focus on what Marie is saying. She’s talking animatedly about a guy she met at her new internship, hearts almost flowing out of her eyes as she swoons on the wooden stool and sips her black coffee. She’s the kind of girl who falls in love quickly and falls out of love just as quick. Across from where he’s sitting, he sees Fien and Lucas rolling their eyes at her exaggerated lovesick sighes making him snort in his marshmallow latte.

“Weren’t you obsessed with that lanky guy from Starbucks last week? What happened to him?”

Marie shrugs, tossing her long brown hair back from her shoulders. “I decided he was too old for me.”

“Didn’t you say he was 21?” Robbe interjects with amusement, remembering their group messenger chat he caught up with this morning.

“Exactly!”

They all start bickering about the appropriate age difference in relationships, Robbe watching them as he munches happily on one of the soggy marshmallows he fished out from his cup, trying not to giggle at Lucas’ scandalized face at Marie calling 21 old. Robbe knows from the many stories Lucas has shared so far that his own boyfriend is a senior at college so his reaction is even more entertaining because of that.

It feels good to be around them again, Robbe thinks to himself. He’s been canceling on them way too often those last few weeks and he still feels guilty about it. They’re a fun bunch, their bantery dynamic established since day one when they all chose the middle row to sit in during their morning classes, and then promptly spent half of it bonding over the outrageous occurrence that was the absence of a coffee shop on the campus. Not long after, Robbe also discovered that apart from the passion for filmmaking, they all also like skateboarding. After that, the rest was history.

They were for sure a nice distraction from Robbe’s intrusive thoughts in the beginning of the semester. He lucked out, finding his group, his people, so early on in his college journey. But at some point even their goofiness and honest attempts at cheering him up weren’t enough. Not since the news from Sander came that he’s staying in New York until February and since the thing with Jens.

Now, observing them from over his half-drunk coffee, lips twitching at some of the more creative but still lowkey insults Marie and Lucas throw at each other, he realizes he has really missed them. They’re like siblings, the two of them, constantly bickering and teasing one another, but it’s all good-natured and amusing to watch.

“Oh my god, let it go, children, for the love of god,” Fien cuts in abruptly, before turning her big expectant eyes on Robbe, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger and adding innocently, “I’d finally like to hear about Sobbe’s makeup.”

Heat rushes to Robbe’s cheeks and he scratches at the back of his neck, bashful all of a sudden. She’s the number one fangirl of his relationship, he has learned recently, but in a cute way, not creepy like Aaron sometimes used to be with his invasive questions. She always moans about being forever single, pouting at Robbe for some fluffy snippets and claiming in faux-seriousness that he owes it to the world to share them with others for being lucky enough to have a fairytale-like love story.

Robbe has never disclosed to them how unfairytale-like some of the details are because it’s not his story to tell. But he really likes her so he always indulges her, usually after a bit of teasing. And, sue him, but he’s proud of his relationship and the fact that he of all people can call Sander his boyfriend, so even if he brags a little, he thinks he has good reasons for it.

(He’s still kinda smug when he thinks about the time when he showed the three of them a photo of Sander, a pleased little smile on his face at their reactions and playful threats of stealing him for themselves.)

“Oh yeah, I wanna know too,” Marie agrees excitedly, scooting her chair closer to him. “You’ve been all smiley ever since you came over here so I’m guessing that hottie of yours did something right,” she ends on a teasing note, her waggling eyebrows leaving Robbe no doubts she expects some saucy details.

“Oh my god, stop,” he groans as he hides his face in his hands, his friends giggling at his embarrassment. “It wasn’t like that! We just… finally talked things out.”

Saturday, 18:00 (flashback to last night)

Robbe’s been gnawing on his bottom lip relentlessly, completely unaware, to the point it’s a few bites away from drawing blood. He can’t help but feel nervous, the cursor hovering over the 'accept' button as he's rolling his eyes on himself internally, telling himself to stop making a bigger deal out of this that it needs to be. There is a bit of embarrassment clouding his logical reasoning to be honest, embarrassment about his overreaction last night.

Was it an overreaction? He's still not completely sure, but it's not like avoiding the situation is going to magically fix everything between them. Even though he'd really like that. It feels so awkward to be in this position. Robbe doesn't know what the protocol here is. They bicker, quite often even. Fight a little too, stomping off out of each other’s room grumpily but only over stupid stuff, nothing like this.

He's walking on an unknown ground just hoping he's not going to make things worse. He desperately needs their dynamic back because he's already over it.

Not being able to share the most mundane every day stuff with each other over texts to joke about it, rile the other up or just vent about something stupid like their coffees not being hot enough on a given rainy morning sucks.

So he takes a deep breath and clicks on the button before he works himself into a never-ending second-guessing.

When Sander says a soft hi and smiles at him with the usual warmth in his eyes, something akin to relief courses through him from head to toe.

He gives him his own tentative smile and a short hi, pushing himself higher against the pillows. Before Sander can say anything more, he lets go of what has been weighing down on him the entire day.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, contrite. “About yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just logged off like that without explanation. And then ignore your messages,” he adds after a pause because that’s what he feels most guilty about. He knows he’d freak out if Sander just cut him off without giving him an opportunity to talk things out, would worry himself sick.

Sander looks conflicted, brows knitted together, like a part of him wants to reassure Robbe because it's in his nature, but the other part is genuinely hurt. Robbe doesn't want compassion. Not for that, because he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Causing Sander distress is the last thing he wants.

"Yeah, it did suck," he finally admits after a moment passes, and Robbe finds comfort in his honesty. It’s a good start. They won’t get anywhere with false niceties and pretending everything’s fine. Robbe tried pretending, yesterday and most of their calls before that, and it got them where they are now.

“I mean, I know you didn’t want to talk about your problems yesterday,” pausing, he scrunches up his nose a bit, “but maybe next time just don’t log off so abruptly so I know you’re okay?” his voice tilts on a hopeful note.

Robbe just nods, feeling shameful, hating that there’s not much more that he can do when he’s talking to him through his computer, and can’t exactly reach out to cuddle up to Sander’s side or kiss the underside of his jaw as a silent apology to then stay close for the rest of the evening as they heal together.

It’s frustrating and disheartening, but it affects them both the same amount and Robbe needs to remember that. Because the truth is, Sander didn’t exactly give him a legitimate reason to doubt him or to think he didn’t miss him. Those full of hurt eyes Sander gave him yesterday at the suggestion have been eating away at him all day.

Robbe just got swallowed by his own insecurities and let the little things that bothered him consume him all instead of, well. Communicating.

Sander was right yesterday. Of course he was.

He knows he has some more apologies to give.

“I’m also sorry for not telling you earlier how I felt,” he keeps pouring his heart out, “and for, you know, assuming you don’t miss me much, and-”

“Woah, hey,” Sander stops him before he can get himself deeper into the spiral. “Robbe, I fucked up too, don’t take it all on yourself.” He adjusts his laptop and Robbe can see his face clearer now, his eyes bloodshot and tired, a clear sign of a sleepless night, and the guilt clogs his throat even more now.

“I should have seen something wasn’t right.” When Robbe shakes his head and goes back to apologizing, Sander shoots him a pointed look that makes him shut up. “I should have, don’t deny it. You know, I took a long walk yesterday after you hung up, to clear my head, but also to get a perspective on our latest talks. And I felt so dumb for not realizing you were not doing okay.”

“Sander, I don’t expect you to read my mind,” Robbe tries to joke, but it falls flat even in his own ears. But he can’t bear those big regretful eyes on him. He doesn't deserve them.

“Baby, I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you the way you needed me to. Please tell me now? What’s been bothering you, hmm?”

Robbe scrubs his face trying to collect his thoughts, to find a concise way to get everything out of his chest, but he doesn’t know where to start.

“It may take a while.”

Sander makes a show of fluffing the pillow he placed against his back and getting himself more comfortable on his bed, sighing with contentment for a better effect.

“Look, I’m in my comfy clothes, got an energy drink on my nightstand, the computer battery is full and I told everyone I’m busy so they won’t nag me with anything. I’m all yours today.” He gives him an encouraging smile, fondness etched into every crevice of his face.

Robbe’s heart does a little skip at his words, Sander’s demeanor so comforting that he feels the last pieces of apprehension ebbing away, the need to vent overpowering the hesitation of showing his vulnerability.

“I think I just found myself overwhelmed with some things,” he admits quietly, picking at his nail, an absent-minded habit when he’s nervous, as he’s trying to find the right words. “A lot has changed in those last few months, almost all at once, and I kinda have trouble coping. And like,” he scoffs at himself, “I’m angry with myself ‘cause I should be enjoying most of it, being in college and majoring in something that I actually like, and it’s great, but I can’t help but focus on all the things that are different now, things that are not so great.”

Before continuing, he flicks his gaze to Sander for a second, only to then cast his eyes back to his lap. “The last two years with you were the happiest of my life, you know? After years of bullshit and constant misery and pretending to be somebody I wasn’t I-,” he sighs, bittersweet smile on his lips,”I finally found my person, you know?”

Sander mirrors his smile, but he’s frowning a little. “But you still have me,” he reminds him softly.

“I know, but it sucks when I can’t just, I don’t know, snuggle up you and forget about stuff. It’s all your fault, by the way, you’ve been too good to me and now I have withdrawal symptoms,” he pouts, and hears Sander chuckling on the other side of the screen.

“You have no idea how much I wish virtual hugs were a thing. And kisses, oh my god, kisses too. I’m so kiss-deprived. Once I finally get my hands on you, I won’t let you go for a week.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

For a short moment, Sander manages to bring a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly disappears when the reality sets back in. There are still almost four long months to get through. He watches Sander’s smile slipping off his face slowly and he knows they’re both thinking about it.

The boy sighs deeply. “You know, sometimes I feel like it was a mistake to-”

Robbe’s eyes snap to him. “No, no, no, don’t think that, it wasn’t a mistake. Please don’t feel guilty or something, that’s the last thing I want you to do,” he stresses. Sander still looks conflicted, and fuck, this is exactly what Robbe wanted to avoid.

“Hey, I’m serious. Look, you not being here is tough, but like I said, it’s just things piling up, changing. Shit like school work that has been piling up and me getting so stressed about the end-of-the-semester project because I still haven’t figured out the details. Plus people moving away, all of that makes it difficult for me to adjust. So don’t go thinking it’s because you’re the center of my universe or something,” he ends his rambling with a feigned-offended huff and Sander easily lets them slip into their usual banter.

“I’m not?! Wow, the things a guy finds out after being such a devoted and doting and loving boyfriend.” He wipes the imaginary tear, letting out a long-suffering sigh. “Such a menace, breaking my heart in half on this lovely Saturday afternoon.” He purses his lips in offence and Robbe is grateful for Sander’s attempt to lift the mood, trying to be upbeat.

He feels a tug in his chest thinking about how if Sander was here, he’d be tackling him to the nearest surface to shut him up with tickles and loud smooches and playful jabs in the sides and how they would make much more noise than necessary, acting like the rambunctious teens they are.

That’s going to have to wait too. But he discovers this thought doesn’t hurt as much as it would have yesterday because their conversation right now, this opportunity to vent and Sander’s texts last night, all of it makes him feel better, helps him see he’s not alone.

“I love you,” he blurts out all of a sudden, and it’s something he’s wanted to say since he read his heartfelt texts this morning that almost made him cry in relief.

Sander blinks a couple times, surprised, but then his previously playful face melts into such a fond look it makes Robbe blush like it was the first time he said it.

The I love you too comes right away, soft and quiet, like he’s telling a secret, and it’s heart-stoppingly precious.

To keep himself from drowning in fuzzy feelings, he shoots him a private little smile and steers the conversation back to his friends, telling him how it sucks that it’s they all now live away and how unexpectedly difficult it is to meet up. Robbe’s used to basically having everyone at arm-reach.

“We do video call, obviously, but you know, Milan is all loved up with Ralph in Amsterdam and not that keen on leaving their love nest and Zoe and Senne keep traveling between Genk and Ghent, which with Zoe’s coursework and internship is already a struggle. I don’t think they’re doing that well, actually,” he winces, remembering their last conversation.

If during freshman year somebody had told Robbe who his best friends were going to be, he’d looked at them as if they had grown two heads. Because for real, Jana’s new friend and her roommate? And school’s fuckboy?

But life’s funny like that sometimes. Moving into their apartment in his sophomore year has been one of the best decisions he’s ever made. His number one best decision is currently frowning at him from his dirty screen.

“Oh, that sucks. Do you think they’ll work it out?”

Robbe sighs deeply, propping his chin on the heel of his palm. “Senne has been thinking about finding a job in Genk so I hope so.”

Sander huffs a laugh suddenly, shaking his head. “Wow, I wish I was in his place and there were only 2 hours between us, instead of a whole ass ocean.”

“Yeah, I think once you’re back we’re gonna have a master's degree in that long distance bullshit,” Robbe smiles at him wistfully.

“Ugh, never again though. You’re not getting rid of me, it sucks without you, Robin.” He sounds so grumpy Robbe can’t help the short giggle that escapes him, but deep down he’s happy they both share that sentiment.

They’re staring at each other now, enjoying the moment before Sander shoots him a knowing look. “You haven’t mentioned Jens.”

That sobers him up enough for the fuzzy feelings to disappear from his stomach.

Jens. There’s not much to talk about really. And isn’t that a punch-in-a gut kind of truth considering it was his best friend? Isn’t it heartbreaking that Robbe didn’t even feel like fighting for that relationship and there’s a nagging voice in his head telling him that Jens didn’t either? Just a regular heated argument was enough to finally cut that last string, to put a stop to a friendship that had been hanging by a thread long before. Not that they had noticed.

He felt awful, afterwards. More alone than ever before. But deep down he knew it had only been a matter of time. He just wished Sander had been there to pick up the pieces.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Robbe winces, going back to apologizing once he translates his feelings to words the best he can, hoping he made Sander understand.

The boy pulls a face at him, eyes narrowed as he pretends to give him a stern look. “Enough with apologizing today, okay?” He waits until Robbe nods, albeit begrudgingly, because it’s in his second nature to keep saying sorry when he knows he messed up.

He nestles against his pillows to get more comfortable as he glances to the window, registering that sometime during their call it got completely dark outside, November days getting shorter still. He can feel tiredness starting to creep into his bones, the nervous anticipation before their call he had endured all day wearing him down significantly.

There are still some things he needs to get out of his chest and Sander coaxes them gently one by one, listening to him moaning and groaning about his school course load and how he thinks he’s not skilled enough to come up with interesting ideas and being quick to cut him off and reassure him when Robbe’s words get self-deprecating. He’s so attentive and so patient with him, not even an ounce of judgement in his eyes that Robbe feels the pressure and stress that have accumulated over the last few weeks finally letting go with each word he pours out.

When the conversation eventually steers to Robbe’s uni friends and he admits sheepishly that he kinda ghosted them lately, feeling too blue to go out and have fun, Sander interrupts him mid-sentence.

“You should reach out to them, tonight.”

At Robbe’s unsure look, he continues, “If they’re as cool as you made them out to be, I’m sure they’re gonna understand you needed some time to figure things out.”

He then proceeds to cover his ears and whistle, refusing to talk more until Robbe caves and shoots a text to the group chat, trying to keep it short, but explaining things along the way and making amends. Sander’s very pleased with his persuasion skills, beaming at him when Robbe reads him the replies he gets from Lucas, Marie and Fien, wearing a small smile himself as he rolls his eyes at Sander’s smug face.

Sander then asks about his mom and it’s so sweet because he always makes sure to ask, and Robbe falls for him even more each time he does. He’s a bit reluctant when Robbe tries to make him talk about his recent days, keeps saying this call is not about him, but he gives in before Robbe gets upset about it.

Watching his eyes light up with excitement when he talks about his classes works like a balm for Robbe’s yearning heart, Sander’s genuine happiness making his own struggles worth it. It’s a nice reminder that he’s there to make his dreams come true and that it’s everything Robbe has wished for him.

When Sander talks about shenanigans with his friends, Robbe recalls the TikTok video he watched some days ago.

“Nice Michael Jackson moves, by the way,” he comments, trying to sound innocent, but it ends up coming out a little coyishly as he bites at his finger to hide his smirk.

Confusion clouds Sander’s face but only for a second. Then, his lips stretch in a wide grin and he looks very pleased with the confession. “Have you been stalking me, Robin?”

Robbe shrugs, a picture of innocence as he keeps peeking at him from under his lashes. “I might’ve seen a video or two. They’re all so thirsty for you in the comments though,” he adds, putting a note of faux-jealousy in his voice. He quickly noticed that Sander’s new uni friend is semi-popular on the app so his videos always get a fair share of comments. Ever since Sander appeared in them, the hoard of the guy’s fans has been declaring their love for Robbe’s boyfriend under every video. They mostly make him laugh, but sometimes he’ll roll his eyes at some of the raunchier ones, possessiveness that he didn’t know he had activating in his brain.

He waits for Sander’s cocky comment, but to his utter delight, he blushes deep red and scoffs.

“Shut up, it’s so embarrassing,” hiding his face in his hands, he adds, “All of my friends have been teasing me about it constantly.”

“Aww, poor you, being fawned over must be such a hardship, how do you cope?”

“Oh I don’t know, smartass, you can tell me from experience ‘cause I saw those comments under your old vlogs.”

Robbe huffs a laugh. “They were nowhere near as detailed as yours!”

“What can I say, I’m irresistible,” Sander quips back and yeah, there he is, Robbe’s favorite (cocky) dork. “If I’d known you’re my TikTok fan, I’d have sent you those videos right away so you wouldn’t have to waste your time searching for them."

Robbe sighs. “They are a nice window to your life there,” he replies offhandedly, not even registering the implied double meaning to his words, but the immediate change in Sander’s amused expression makes him aware of the slip.

Fuck.

“So you noticed. That I’ve been texting you less.”

Robbe drops his gaze, pulling the cover further up his body, feeling awkward again. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of this.

Sander shifts on his bed, scratching at his head. “I felt like I was too much, you know? I wanted to share every silly thing with you, but then, well, it was something Josh said that I should,” he waves vaguely trying to find the right words, “cut back on my ‘running commentary’ ‘cause it’s probably annoying.”

“Tell Josh he’s stupid,” Robbe cuts in with a huff, grumpily beating his pillow into submission to make it more comfortable.

The corners of Sander’s mouth twitch at his comment, but his face remains sheepish. “I think he was mostly joking, but it got stuck in my mind and made me question every message. In the end, I didn’t send like half of them,” he explains softly, voice colored with poorly hidden self-consciousness. “I didn’t want to give you the impression I don't have time for you, I’m sorry.”

And, fuck. They’re both idiots.

Sander’s brows shoot up when Robbe bursts into giggles out of the blue, clearly surprised with the reaction. But at this point, it feels like the only proper thing to do.

“So basically we could have avoided this whole bullshit if we just talk about all this sooner,” he groans at the realization, burying half on his face in his pillow to hide his heated face because he’s a little embarrassed he blew things out of proportion.

There’s a visible relief on Sander’s face too, eyes crinkling as he regards him with a dopey grin, and Robbe knows.

They’re gonna be fine.

“Here I thought we were masters of communication,” Sander sighs with a faux-disappointment, leaning back to smile at the ceiling. “Fuck, no more of assuming shit, what do you think?”

And that sounds like something Robbe can get behind one hundred percent, more than ready to leave their misunderstandings in the past and just do better. So he nods, chin digging into his collarbone uncomfortably with the position he’s lying in, but it doesn’t matter, he’s too preoccupied with staring at his happy face and swimming in his fuzzy feelings.

“Prepare yourself for an onslaught of photos and messages, I’m not messing around,” Sander warns, smiling at Robbe’s soft okay. “You know, just a few days ago I ended up at Pebble Beach, it was cold as all fucks, but the view was just,” he imitates an explosion over his head and Robbe giggles at his childlike enthusiasm. Then, Sander’s face softens and becomes a little sad. “That place is so romantic that it made me feel like shit without you there,” he sighs, and Robbe can relate. “I’ll take you there one day.”

“You’re gonna take me to New York?” Robbe asks, doubt lacing his voice as he cocks his brow which makes Sander scoff in indignance.

“Hell yeah! You don’t believe me? What do you think I’m doing here everyday? I’m scouting the best places for dates, finding the best skateparks and checking out all the museums so I can be the perfect guide for you!” Sander throws his hands, a duh expression on his face, but there’s a wide smile brewing on his lips letting Robbe know he’s not really offended or anything. And, honestly, Robbe just melts with his words.

“I can’t wait, baby,” he sighs dreamily, rubbing his cheek against his pillow as he gazes at him with what he’s sure is the softest look.

Sander narrows his eyes playfully from above the can of Redbull he’s been sipping on. “Don’t ever doubt I’m gonna go out of my way to impress you.”

Robbe blows him a kiss that morphs into a huge yawn, eyelids growing heavy, forcing him to blink repeatedly to stay away which prompts Sander to tease him a little about boring him, but it quickly dies out and he’s just looking at him fondly.

“You should go to sleep.” He ignores Robbe’s melodic neeees, giving him a stern look that was probably supposed to be intimidating, but he looks too amused to keep it up. Once Robbe gets his promise they will see each other tomorrow, Sander sends him several virtual kisses and goodnights before logging off.

Robbe falls asleep with Sander’s beaming face flowing through his mind.

The sleep that comes is unsurprisingly the calmest he’s had in weeks.

Sunday, 18:00

Sander: And?

Robbe: And what?

Sander: Was I right?

Robbe: About?

Sander: About your friends

Robbe: Kinda

Sander: So it means I was 😎

Robbe: :):):) yes

Sander: Thank you sander

Robbe: Thank you sander

Sander: See, you're so precious everybody's in love with you and forgive you in seconds

Robbe: 🙄

Robbe: Precious srsly?

Sander: So precious 🥰

Robbe: Omg

Sander: Haha

Robbe: We're good 😊

Robbe: But I don't think they are in love with me 😂

Sander: They better not be 🤨 I'll fight them all! 🗡💀🧟🤺

Robbe: Dork ❤

Robbe: I think they a little bit in love with u though 🤔

Robbe: They've been babbling all afternoon about how cute you are 🙄

Robbe: A g a i n *yawn*

Sander: They have good taste 🤷♂️

Robbe: Nah they just don't know your annoying habits so that's why

Sander: 😮 I don't have any how dare you badmouthing me like that

Robbe: 🥴

Robbe: You never wash your coffee cups right away so they lay around

Robbe: You always tickle me when you want sth

Robbe: You're full of corny jokes

Robbe: You eat my fries when I don't look

Robbe: You hog the covers

Robbe: And I still remember that Wednesday when you ate my last bag of chips 💔

Sander: Okay first of all

Sander: Wow

Sander: Don't hold back 🥺

Sander: Second of all

Sander: I THOUGHT THOSE CHIPS WERE MILAN'S I TOLD YOU!!!

Robbe: That's what they all say 💔

Sander: You're unfair, I thought I made up for that lil mistake 🍆

Robbe: Well you did 🙈 but I still remember 😝

Sander: Also you love my jokes

Sander: They're awesome 🤧

Robbe: I'm just messing around 😘😘

Sander: 🥰

Robbe: But I swear to god if I have to listen one more time to Marie waxing lyricals about your 'perfect moles' I'm gonna 🤮

Sander: What haha 😂

Robbe: I mean they are but like

Robbe: Chill girl he's not your man 🤨

Sander: That's right cause I'm your man 😏

Robbe: And don't you forget that

Thursday, 3:48

Soft knuckles brush his skin, body arching into the touch that turns his muscles into jelly and sends liquid fire rushing through him. He’s overheated in the best way possible, seeking out Sander’s tongue, but the boy denies him access, smirk well in place as he pulls back, green eyes cloudy from lust. He’s staring at him like he wants to eat him whole and Robbe almost whimpers, bones melting and lids closing when Sander takes the tender flesh of his neck between his teeth and bites at it ever so gently, but just enough to make Robbe see stars.

He sighs as he feels a ghost of touch on his nipple, Sander leaving a trail of kisses down his sternum as he’s moving so teasingly slow to his final destination, and he doesn’t even hesitate, spreading his legs wider around Sander’s hips in a blatant invitation, blushing hot pink when Sander sends him a fox-like grin, mouthing at his inner thigh.

The details get fuzzy for a few seconds, Robbe blinking rapidly to get his surroundings and finding himself on top of Sander, and there’s an inkling at the back of his brain telling him something’s messed up about the logistics here. He decides to ignore it, focusing back on the moment and Sander’s glistening, kiss-swollen lips, on his eyes transfixed on the place where they’re connected, and he leans down, his tongue sweeping over his Sander’s bottom lip before he starts pressing soft, spit-slick kisses into his mouth. He pushes Sander’s hands up over his head and intertwines their fingers, arching his back as he takes over, the rush of pleasure almost overwhelming him.

“Ohmygod, Sander,” Robbe breathes into his mouth. His hands are trailing all over Sander’s chest and stomach now, squeezing and rubbing almost like he’s his personal plaything.

It’s not long before Sander’s warm hands draw him back towards his chest, lips ghosting along Robbe’s, teasing, always teasing, but not granting permission to properly meet, making Robbe impatient and whine in desperation only for Sander to grin wickedly at him. He feels nails dragging along his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping at his cheeks, massaging them to his heart content while Robbe can only pant, rocking back and forth and biting his bottom lip to keep from coming.

He’s an oversensitive, blissed out mess, trying to keep his eyes open to take a mental snapshot of Sander’s lust-blown pupils as they watch each other, Sander fucking him slowly and punching the prettiest sounds out of Robbe’s mouth.

Hips stuttering, he drops back down on his elbows to crash his lips against Sander’s, feeling his body tensing he’s so close and-

Eyes shot wide open, blinking harshly against the darkness of the room. His first instinct is to reach out to the other side of the bed, snuggle closer to the source of heat lying next to him, but his brain catches up with his hands quickly and he stops himself mid-reach, groaning as he flops back on the bed, disappointed. He kicks his covers down grumpily, letting cold air hit his overheated skin, frustrated and too awake to go to sleep now.

Fuck.

Thursday, 13:08

*photo attached*

Sander: Good morning x

Robbe: Heeyy sleepyhead 😘

Robbe: You look cute

Sander: I had very interesting dreams last night

Robbe: Oh yeah?

Sander: Yeah I'm still affected by them 😏

Robbe: Stop it I'm at a coffee shop with the guys!

Sander: I'll have to tell you about it tonight then 😈

Robbe: Can't wait 😘

Sander: Today at 16 my time right?

Robbe: Yep :)

Robbe: You know

Sander: Hmm?

Robbe: I might have some of those dreams too last night

Sander: 🥵🥵🥵

Sander: Do tell

Robbe: 🙈

Sander: Now I’m super intrigued 😈

Robbe: How about I tell you tonight

Robbe: With details

Robbe: Lots of them

Sander: Tonight can't come fast enough 😩

Sander: Looks like I will though 😏

Robbe: Omg you're such a dork 😂

Sander: Did it get u hot

Robbe: No wtf 😂

Sander: ☹🥺

Sander: Kay

Sander: I have to get up now

Sander: I'm late 🙄

Sander: Robin it's raining I don't wanna go out 😩

Robbe: Haha get your pretty ass out of bed and go be a good student!

Sander: Ugh fine 🙄

Sander: I love you ❤

Robbe: ❤

Sander: Hey no, not an emoji, tell me you love me ☹

Robbe: Haha

Sander: Come on

Robbe: 🤐

Sander: Robbe

Robbe: Gotta go 😌

Sander: Okay then 😔💔

Robbe: I love you too idiot ❤❤❤💯

Sander: Yesss 🥰

Sander: Hey that's my emoji 😏 so you like it after all

Robbe: 😂 go to class!!!

Sander: I'm going I'm going

Friday, 19:00

Robbe checks his phone for time again, not wanting to be late for his call with Sander, but there’s still about half an hour until he should get going. It’s been a pleasant evening and a while ago he would have never called any time of the day spent with his father ‘pleasant’, but there he is. Enjoying his dinner not only with him but also with his girlfriend of six months that he met in July when the first attempts to salvage the relationship with his dad have been made.

And it’s all because of Sander. The fact that he’s even here speaks volumes about his skill of persuasion. If it hadn’t been for his boyfriend, Robbe would have continued to stew in his own juices and ignored his dad.

“How is Sander doing? New York is a jungle.”

Robbe huffs a laugh. “He’s good, he fits in well in the city vibe. But, um, he needs to stay a bit longer, till February actually ‘cause the school postponed the art show.”

He goes for another bite, frown on his face at the mere reminder of the change of plans.

“You probably hate it, huh?” his father questions.

His only response is to throw him a duuuh look, making his dad snort.

“You should visit him.”

Robbe looks up from over his spaghetti, expecting to see his dad laughing or winking at him, but both him and Margaux are looking at him with unsuspecting smiles, like the suggestion is the most obvious thing in the world.

He exhales a short dad in a laugh, glancing at them back and forth. “I don’t have a spare several thousand euros lying around waiting to be spent on a trip to New York,” he explains, slight exasperation in his voice.

“Oh I don’t think you’d need that much, Robbe,” Margaux smiles at him as she puts away her fork and reaches for her phone. “A few months ago I was actually backpacking with my friend through the East Coast and, wait, let me check, I have everything saved on my AirBnB account.”

Robbe gets back to his dinner as she scrolls on her phone, trying to squish the building hope in his chest away because even if it’s cheaper than he thinks, there’s still no way he can afford it; his equipment and books for school have eaten all of his savings.

“There it is! Look,” she scoots her chair closer to him, his dad peeking at the phone from the other side. “We stayed in Brooklyn for 98$ a day for a double bed, in Bedford to be exact and the conditions were really nice, plus the train station was close by. I’m sure you could find something half as cheap since it’s just you and the room can be tiny, just to sleep really.”

“That’s a reasonable price, I think,” his dad joins in, and then proceeds to ask her questions about her other expenditures while in the city and the flight prices, debating whether it’s better to drive to Frankfurt and take a direct flight from there or maybe decide on a layover flight from Brussels.

They are so into the planning and discussing the best options that they both jump slightly when Robbe speaks again, clearly forgetting he’s sitting right next to them, a picture of confusion.

“Guys, guys, wait. It doesn’t matter if it’s 1500 euros, or even 1000 euros because that’s still a 1000 euros more than I have to spend on a trip anywhere.”

His dad is so enthralled into checking different flights that he barely raises his head from above his phone, replying offhandedly, “I’ll pay for it.”

And, okay, no. Robbe gapes at him like he grew two heads, spluttering, because hell no.

“No way, I won’t take your money, dad.”

His vehement tone finally makes his father properly regard him and he sighs after a second. “Robbe, please don’t treat it as an attempt to buy you or your feelings.”

Straight to the point, his dad, always has been. It definitely is one the reasons for his refusal, but it’s not only that.

Robbe takes a deep breath to calm down. “Look, dad, it’s still lots of money. I can’t-”

“I’m many things, but irresponsible with money I’m definitely not. So if I say that I can pay for it, it means that I can afford it and it won’t affect me.” He gives him a pointed look. Before Robbe can argue again, he continues. “We can treat it as your Christmas gift. And next year’s birthday gift. And last two Christmases gifts as well.”

Robbe thinks about the packages he received from his father those holidays, and how he sent them back without even opening. Then, it definitely felt like buying his affection.

“You’ve been doing good at school, got into the university you wanted, you’ve been more responsible those last few years that I could’ve ever asked from you. Then you worked during the summer because you were adamant about paying for school stuff yourself. I think you earn it, Robbe. If you don’t want to go for other reasons, then that’s fine, but if it’s just about the money, please let me give you this.”

“New York is the kind of place everyone should visit at least one,” Margaux says gently. She has a warm smile that immediately made Robbe like her, despite really trying not to for obvious reasons. “And I think Sander would love for you to come visit too.”

Robbe has been torn before she spoke, but the mention of Sander reminds him of their videocall a while back, Sander telling him about places he was going to show him one day, being his guide and taking him to his favorite spots in the city. He can see it all vividly now when the opportunity is at his fingertips, can’t stop the excitement filling his body at the thought of seeing Sander before that dreadful February, even though he’s still now sure what to do.

While he’s been lost in his thoughts, trying to come to some conclusion, Margaux has been typing away at her phone. “Dates around Christmas are very expensive, but what would you say about, let’s say, December 8th? Til December 17th?”

Robbe wouldn’t even consider Christmas because there’s no way he would leave his mom alone for the holidays, but… the dates Margaux offered seem kinda perfect. His main project is due on December 4th so he wouldn’t have to worry about that and it’d be fine if he missed classes for those several days. Completely unaware, he finds himself making plans in his head before he even made a decision to accept his father’s money, but when his eyes snap to his dad’s, the small smile he gives him lets him know he already knows Robbe’s answer.

December 7th, 22:00

His excitement has been uncontainable the entire day, making him so giddy he had to cancel his regular call with Sander because his boyfriend would figure him out in seconds. And that’s the last thing he wants.

He’s still in shock that he somehow managed to keep it from him, planning a surprise in his head ever since he agreed to his dad’s help and working extra hard at uni to afford missing those 8 days of school. There’s apparently been one close call when Younes almost spilled the beans to Sander during their Zoom, but thank god for Yasmina who managed to effortlessly salvage the secret, improvising and coming up with an easy lie, leaving him unsuspicious of any ploy going on.

And Robbe just. He just can’t wait. He’s been counting hours since last week, his lips yearning to be kissed by his favorite person, body pining for touch and caress.

Lost in the dreams of their reunion, Robbe’s startled by a ping from his phone, lips stretching in a wide smile when he sees a notification from Sander’s instagram. He opens it, curious, melting when he’s greeted with a graffiti sign saying ENKEL LIEFDE, Sander’s style easily recognizable to him. Underneath, there’s a heart and his own handle and that shit never fails to make Robbe heart stutter. There’s a DM from Sander waiting for him as well, the same photo, but Sander’s caption says The High Line needed its own version of my love declaration for you, but unfortunately I couldn’t find enough space for a redo of your gorgeous face Robin :( So I did this :) You like it?

He replies with a bunch of red hearts, likes the post and adds another heart in a comment because there’s never too many of those. Then he flops back on his bed, a smile glued to his face.

Nineteen hours.

#wtfock

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How about that soulmate au where you wake up in your soulmates body? Especially in a mansion au, can u imagine waking up in a house full of killers? And your apparently one of them??

I only did Jeff, Jack and Masky for this one. I didnt want to get too repetitive with my scenarios.

Jeff

You wake up in a bed that isnt yours.... in a body that isnt yours???

You sit up, fully alert as you remember, oh yeah, your birthday was yesterday. You are your soulmate right now.

You run your hand through your hair, noticing how long it is, before running a hand over your face. Stopping cold when you feel scars.

Youre eyes widden, as you shoot up out of the bed. Searching for a mirror and finding none in the room... meaning you would have to explore the rest of the house... and talk to whoever else was in it...

You look around for a phone first, finding one on the table near the bed. You grab it quickly and input your phone number into it, hoping the call would be picked up by whoever was in your body... oh god... you dont even know his name.

Your phone picks up on the second ring, silence greets you as you fumble for something to say.

“Uh... is this...” “...yeah... who are you? Did you leave my room yet?”

You’ll reply with your name and that no, you havent left his room yet.

“Good, stay where you are. Dont leave my room I’ll come to you. Try not to let anyone come in and talk to you. They’ll know something’s up.”

He hangs up, and almost immediatly after, a knock on the door.

“Jeff, come the fuck out here. Youre missing the best fight ever. Jack and Dark ran into each other again, they are frothing at the mouth man.”

Oh no... you can pretend to sleep... but is that normal? What do you do?

Jack

You wake up, crumpled on the floor, a man in an orange Hoodie looking down at you seemingly worried.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

You groan, rubbing your eyes as you recollect just where exactly you are. Youre in your soulmates body... and his name, apparently, is Jack.

Your vision is still funny as you pull your hands away after rubbing them. You look up to the man in orange and contemplate just what youre supposed to say.

“... yeah, nothing to worry about. I’ll get over it soon.”

He looks at you suspiciously, and then shrugs. “You and your demon shit. Fine by me if its fien by you, but I need those pills by Friday for Masky, okay?”

You fumble at ‘demon shit’ and blank out for a second... your a what now? No way... its probably just an inside joke.

“Haha, yeah. Pills by Friday, no problem.” Is he a pharmacist? Doctor? ... drug lord???

He gives you another suspicious look before his phone rings. He excuses himself to leave and answer it, and as he exits the room, you take a chance to look around.

You dont know why you lied to him, persay, but you felt you were in danger somehow... your instincts??? Gut feelings??? Feeling slightly off.

You finally get a feel for the body your in, realizing as you look at your hands, that your skin is... grey??? Wtf wtf wtf!???

The man in orange comes back in, phone still against his ear as he finishes his call.

“Dont worry, I’ll make sure she doesnt leave.”

Oh... guess youre stuck here then, huh?

Masky

You wake up in a shared bed room. The other bed empty, and you take your time to get a good look at your surroundings.

You dont get a lot of time before a man in an orange hoodie walks in. Glancing at you, before nodding and making his way to the other bed.

You dont know what to do... ‘whats his name? Whats my name? Where am I? Should I wait for him to talk? Do I tell him I’m not... whoever this is?’

You have a mini panic session, Hoodie watching the whole thing from the side. Wondering what the hell was wrong as Masky didnt typically panic, especially with nothing to panic about.

“Tim? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

You stutter as you struggle to answer, grasping onto the name Tim as you do. So thats who you are.

“Uh, yeah, never better. Just fine.” You struggle to sit up, apparently looking panicked as you struggle with the sheets wrapped around your legs.

He moves to the bed you are occupying and sits on the edge, grabbing your hand and proceeding to speak in an odd language yoo dont recognize.

You didnt know how to respond, not knowing this was Hoodie and Masky’s secret language they use when they are uncomfortable/just need to talk to each other in secret. (Personal hc of mine)

You stare at him, confusion rulling your features as he narrows his eyes and repeats the phrase. This time, a little questioning in the sounds.

‘Oh no... im caught.’ You get to think that before you are suddenly staring down the barrel of a gun.

“You have one minute. Tell me who the fuck you are and what you did with Masky. Right now.”

#jeff #jack #masky #soulmate au

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nostalgiaispeace · 3 years

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1950.

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? i think i do a good mix

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? no

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? i use bookmarks

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? coffee = sugar. tea = sugar and honey

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? yeah

6: do you keep plants? no

7: do you name your plants? -

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? poetry

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? sure

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? side

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? idk

12: what’s your favorite planet? earth

13: what’s something that made you smile today? my husband

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? idk...bookish

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! no.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? pesto

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? blonde

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. idk

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? sometimes

20: what’s your favorite eye color? blue

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. it is a lana del rey tote.

22: are you a morning person? no

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? tumblr, watching a movie or reading

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? yeah

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? not my thing

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? idk

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? peppermint

28: sunrise or sunset? sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? idk

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? yeah

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. i’m not a fan anymore; sure; no; no

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. we went to bed

33: what’s your fave pastry? i’m not really a pastry person

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? it’s a frog; nanny; a frog; yes

35: do you like stationery and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? sure; no

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? none

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? i don’t really care tbh

38: tell us about your pet peeves! leaving out dirty dishes

39: what color do you wear the most? black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? it’s my wedding band, yes

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? troubled blood

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! no

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? idk

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? yesterday

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? sure

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. no

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? sushi

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? loved ones dying, yes

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? yes; AA like a house on fire

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? nothing odd

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? helpless

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? idk

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? yes, no, yes, yes, i like them fien

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? idk

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? idk

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? idk

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? no, it makes me happy tho

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? idk

59: what’s your favorite myth? idk

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? yeah sure. i like emily dickinson and lana’s

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? idk

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? no

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? music yes books no. no

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? blue

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? jordan

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? idk

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? peaceful actually

68: what’s winter like where you live? COLD

69: what are your favorite board games? Life

70: have you ever used a ouija board? no

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? chamomile

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? yes

73: what are some of your worst habits? biting my nails i guess

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. no

75: tell us about your pets! she’s my baby

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? yeah

77: pink or yellow lemonade? pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? neither

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? idk

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? off white, no

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. nooooo

82: are/were you good in school? yeah

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? idk

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? not really

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? i have, the umbrella academy

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? sure

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? not sure

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? idk

89: are you close to your parents? my mom

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. no

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? no where

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? drowns it

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? bun

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? my dad

95: what are your plans for this weekend? chill

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? depends on my mood

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? idk, capricorn, hufflepuff

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? idk not my thing

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. no

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? back.

#me #survey

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trashpandaorigins · 4 years

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GOTG Holiday Extravaganza: Christmas

“If such a man attempted to break into my home I would HOPE his rear end got burned by a thousand flames! How dare he trespass so! And watch my children as they slept? Who is this fien?”

Rocket snickered, watching Peter blink in shock at Drax’s proclamation. There was no way the tattooed man was going to let this one slide. The Benatar was decked out with all the holiday workings Star Lord prescribed: tinsel, garlands, a plenota tree, everything.

“He’s not a fein, he’s a jolly friendly dude!” Quill defended. “He brings gifts to children who have been good all year!”

“Where do we find this man? I must inquire about his requirements for what constitutes naughty and nice. I believe I have been the nicest person on this team,” Drax looked sidelong at Gamora, who only raised a brow. “.....but I do suppose disemboweling someone might count as...how did you say it? Naughty?”

“You’re all losers,” Rocket examined a shining glass ball ornament in his paw. “This holiday is the lamest one yet. Why would you celebrate a guy and gal who didn’t think ahead to book a room at a hotel. What’s a baby in a dumpster got to do with the man who makes the presents?”

“A manger,” Quill corrected.

“Tsch, whatever. Point is this terran holiday is dumb. You might have celebrated it as a kid but not all of us got the warm coco, carols, feasts and family yadda yadda bullshit growin’ up.”

“I am Groot!” Groot exclaimed.

“Yeah well that’s an even weirder celebration,” the raccoonoid chucked shaking his head. He slid down from the co-pilot seat and into the main hall of the ship. Thanks to the constant “fire place,” Quill had insisted he make the ship was overheating on a constant basis requiring even more cooling fluid to be pumped through the pipes. Christmas, what a joke. Holly and candles and shit. Who has time for that? He certainly didn’t. Not while growing up anyway, if being created by mad scientists could count as growing up. Gamora talked about celebrations on her old planet, before Thanos. Qraren a Zen Wobarian holiday, Drax’s people gathered in festivities around the winter solstice, even Groot has some strange traditions on his old homeworld of Planet X. Nebula never spoke of any holidays she’d had growing up but she seemed eager to participate in this Christmas thing. And by eager Rocket noted that that meant she didn’t outright threaten to burn down the tree or stuff any stockings with knives. Rocket sighed, scurrying down the halls. He wanted to believe what Quill said, deep down inside but every time he thought about those “true meaning of Christmas,” things as the humie put it, he found he didn’t know what it could possibly mean. What true meaning? There wasn’t much meaning in anything he’d known during his time on Halfworld. No meaning at all. That was the worst part about it.

He shook his head, holding the cooling jet in his hands and got to work.

“ Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light.”

The raccoonoid looked up from the panel on which he worked. Blinking in the dark, someone had turned off the lights.

“ Next year all our troubles will be out of sight, have yourself a merry little Christmas.”

The soft sound of jingling bells echoed off the dark interior of the ship.

A warm yellow glow illuminated the end of the hall. He sniffed, spicy cinnamon and...what were those trees, pines? Rocket dropped his tools and made his way towards the inciting light; the smells getting stronger as he approached.

“Quill? Gamora?”

The common area was empty apart for hundreds of little Groot spores, golden and casting ethereal light.

“Groot, Drax?”

The shadows across the room danced, gentle light bathing him as he tip-toed through the room. The ornaments on the plenota tree shimmered.

“ Make the yuletide gay, next year all our troubles will be miles away,” the songs melody was sweet, peaceful.

“Guys seriously what are you?”

“Merry Christmas!!!”

Lights of green and red flooded the room, Nebula, Mantis, Groot, Gamora, Drax and Quill leapt up from hiding places

Rocket stepped sideways, taken aback.

Quill’s Santa hat toppling from his head. Drax held a tray of cookies piled high and Groot had his armful of decorative wrapped presents. Mantis and Nebula head held bottles of whatever festive beverage Quill told them to purchase.

“What is all this?!” He managed, looking between each of them. Nebula shoved a drink into his hand and Quill presented him with some wrapped gift in the suspicious form of a gun.

“This is Christmas man! have a cookie!”

They ate and drank in exuberance, while Quill blasted song after song. Rocket indeed got a gun from Quill, a very large bushel of pink flowers from Groot and several other gifts from the rest of the team.

“Why’d you do all this?” Rocket asked later as they sat amid the wrapping paper and empty dishes, cups and bottles and trays of food thrown about. They ignored the mess for the time being, sitting in front of the glowing flames of the impromptu fireplace. The song Quill had played to lure him towards the common room now played again,

"Once again as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, will be near to us once more."

“Well, we figured you never got the chance to have any celebrations when you were…well, .before we met,” Quill choose his words carefully. The raccoonoid nodded, looking over all of them. Nebula and Mantis curled up together, the empath sitting on the cyborg lady’s lap. Quill had his arm around Gamora who bopped her head along to Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly and even Drax seemed subdued at the moment, looking into the fire with a sad smile on his face.

“Well ...you didn’t need to do that,” he managed lowly.

“Yeah well we wanted to,” Quill countered with a sardonic smile. He took a drink of spiked coco and moved some presents out of the way, leaning back and enjoying the flicker of the flames.

The song lulled on, quiet and soothing.

"Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow, until then we'll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now."

They sat and watched the fire as the ship cruised through the vast galaxy. All but Rocket, who instead curled inward in Groot’s lap as if the beauty and serenity of the fire was no match for the shadows dancing across the cracks of the flora’s bark. Belly warm with food and drink, surrounded by these people ...his...friends, his family. Safe. Warm. Loved, and what was more, he thought, small claws clinging to Groot’s chest, he loved them . Drax mumbled some joke, Nebula and Gamora responding in shared laughter but Rocket only smiled content, listening to them all. Watching the ever moving reflection of the fire dance across Groot’s bark. He wasn’t no kid in no barn he was just a strange little raccoonoid who’d found a home.

Awesome Holiday Mix: X-Mas

Joy to the World - Bing Crosby

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland

Run Run Reindeer - The Beach Boys

Santa Claus is Coming to Town - Lonestar

#gotg holiday extravaganza #gotg xmas #gotg christmas #holidays #holiday fanfic #groot #drax #nebula #mantis #rocket raccoon #starmora #peter quill #gamora

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