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Ive been trying to combat the thoughts HOWEVER i feel like im going insane
I cant, and I stress that i CANT, watch Grian's or Scar's POV normally, SIMPLY BECAUSE, of the existence of "that's all we've got"
BROTHERRRR YOU CANT JUST DROP THAT WITH ALL THE TIREDNESS IN THE WORLD. YOU CANT JUST ECHO WHAT HE SAID WITH A BITTERSWEET FOND UNDERTONE. YOU JUST CANT !!!! IM GOING ON STRIKE
I think I’m asexual and all the cute little ace posts made me feel better. It’s like I’m 15 again learning about myself :3
Hi hello!!! Lil idea for ya :p Blackout in the flat/dorm and Buttons tryna find a flashlight or some candles and Elmer waking up from a nap and accidentally scaring him as he puts a hand on his shoulder. Buttons near jumpin a foot in the air, "are you gonna help me or just scare me to death?"
sdfghjkkjhg sorry this took so long!! Schoolwork is a bitch lol
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Buttons looked up as the lights flickered rapidly above his head. He frowned slightly to himself in confusion, sliding a bookmark in between the pages of his book. The lights stopped and Buttons’ frown deepened. He shivered, even though he was under a thick blanket, wearing socks, and had the heater on full blast, he was freezing. The snow outside swirled viciously outside his bedroom window and he silently cursed the cold. Elmer shifted in his sleep and Buttons looked pulled the blanket up around them both a little higher. The fact that Elmer managed to sleep through the snowstorm outside amazed Buttons, how anyone could take a nap when the world was trying to usher in a new ice age was beyond him. The lights danced dangerously again, and Buttons looked up, silently threatening them not to blow. However, the lights weren’t scared of him and decided to do the exact opposite of what he asked. With a zap, the lights blew, leaving him in complete darkness. Great. He thought. The power’s out. He sighed, putting his book on the nightstand and sliding out from under the blanket. He gave a small yelp as the cold night air hit him, it hadn’t even been a minute since the hot air had stopped, and the room had already dropped a dozen degrees. Buttons pulled his socks up higher and stood next to the bed, shaking violently as he looked around for something extra to layer himself with. He spotted the pink and grey cat hoodie that belonged to Elmer at the foot of the bed. He snatched it up and pulled it over his head, rubbing his hands together before blowing hot air into them. He gave another mental ‘fuck you’ to the lights and shuffled out of the room.
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Making his way to what he thought was the kitchen, Buttons couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He was alone in the pitch black, in a small house outside of town, just far away enough from neighbours that no one could hear him. He held his hands out a little more hesitantly as he felt his way around the house. He took a corner and slammed his knees on the coffee table, Buttons could already feel bruises starting to form. Swearing quietly to himself, he hopped back, recharting his path. Making sure he walked around the table this time, he continued forward into the kitchen. Buttons felt around for one of the bottom drawers, the last place he remembered putting the torch. As he reached blindly, he felt his mind stray, and every horror movie he’d ever watched began to play in his head. He felt his heart quicken. What if the power out hadn’t been an accident? What if something or someone was watching him right now? He already knew he couldn’t scream for help, no one besides Elmer would hear him. The horror movies continued playing, each creature or ghost or murderer flashing before his eyes. What if there was a ghost or murderer here? What could he do? Nothing. He could do exactly nothing. He couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face! There could be a murder creeping up on him right now, sharpened knife twirling in their hand as the laughed to themselves about what an easy target he was! They could be raising the knife, ready to slice and dice Buttons into mincemeat, they could be about to spin him around so he could face his doom- A hand clamped down on Buttons’ shoulder. He screamed and spun around, batting the hand off of him, ready to meet his maker. “Woah, geez Buttons, you okay?” Buttons squinted into the darkness, looking for the faint outlines of the face in front of him. “Elmer?” He asked. “Is that you?”
“Yeah,” Elmer responded. “Why are you walking around in the dark?”
“The power’s out,” Buttons grumbled, feeling heat flush over his cheeks in embarrassment at his overreaction. “Now, are you gonna help me or just scare me to death?" Elmer laughed.
“Sorry about that,” he said “Are you looking for the torch?”
“Yeah,” Buttons replied. “Do we have any candles?” Elmer fumbled around in the dark, trying not to run into Buttons. “Uh, I think so. I think they’re somewhere in the garage, I’ll go have a look.” He shuffled towards the hallway. “Oh, while you’re here, can you grab some snacks? I’m really hungry.”
“I literally can’t see anything-”
“Okay, thanks, bye, I love you!” Buttons could hear the smile in Elmer’s voice as he stumbled down the hall, using his hands to guide him. Buttons shook his head fondly and continued looking for the torch. Sifting blindly through drawers and cupboards, the search turned up fruitless and after another few minutes, Buttons gave up, the hunt only making him annoyed and angry. He sighed and shook out his hands, deciding on fulfilling Elmer’s request for snacks. Stumbling over to the pantry, he flung open the doors and shoved his hand in reaching for whatever he could find. He had a faint recollection of what the pantry looked like and where everything was. He felt around wildly, tapping against containers and packets, and boxes. Cornflakes, flour, raw sugar, spaghetti, tinned fruit… He listed off everything he tapped, hoping he was getting closer to his goal. He heard a rustle and felt the foil packet of what felt like a bag of chips. He mentally cheered, and grabbed onto it, he felt around a bit more, finding Oreos and a bag of m&ms. Snatching them up he turned back to the bench, placing the food down as he went to complete his next goal of finding some bowls. He sniffled in the cold night air. If he woke up the next morning with a cold he was going to scream. This night cannot get any worse! He grabbed two bowls and began sharing out the snacks. He rolled up the half-empty packets and put them back in the pantry, before picking up the bowls and staggered in the direction of the bedroom. Suddenly there was a little mrrp! From by his feet and Buttons felt a large fluffy body brush up against his legs, tripping him. He yelped and curve his body in attempts o avoid hitting the fluffball on the way down. The bowls hit the floor, spilling their contents everywhere. He groaned, rubbing the spot where his chin connected with the ground as he sat up. The tripping culprit sat at his feet looking only mildly concerned about the trouble she’d just caused. Lucy meowed and padded toward Buttons’ head, rubbing her body against him as she wound herself against him in an attempt to crunch on some of the spilled chips. “Lucy, stop!” Buttons picked her up, heaving himself to his feet and moving her away from the mess. “That’s human food, not kitty food.” Buttons chucked the now chipped, but thankfully not broken bowls in the sink, and stared down at her, only the white patches of her fur slightly visible in the dark. “Did you do that on purpose so you could steal our snacks?” Lucy meowed, trying to feign innocence. “Naughty child.” He scolded gently. Buttons shivered and stepped back towards the pantry, searching for the snacks he had just put away. Between the freezing cold, his tiredness, and the bruises on his shins and now his chin, Buttons couldn’t be bothered to clean up the mess. That’s Tomorrow Buttons’ job. He thought to himself, grabbing the bags. He looked back down at Lucy, who was creeping slowly back towards the spilled snacks. “Not so fast, little lady.” He said, scooping her up too. You’re under arrest for kitty crimes, you’re coming with me.” Lucy meowed in protest. “Don’t back-chat me, or I’ll double your time!” He turned back to the hallway. “Let’s try this again.” He sighed, setting back off to the bedroom.
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“Hey, I’ve got- woah!” Buttons stared at the bed in amazement. Pillows and blankets were piled high to form a large cave-styled fort. Fairy lights lined the inside of the fort and Elmer’s laptop sat on a mound of pillows. Candles burned on the nightstand and shelves around the room, throwing flickering light against the walls and filling the room with pleasant scents. Elmer sat inside the fort, snuggled under several large blankets, and turned as he heard the door open. “Buttons!” He smiled. “Come here and cuddle me, I’m cold!” Buttons chuckled and set Lucy down.
“Where did you find the time to set all this up? How long was I gone for?” Elmer shrugged.
“Like twenty minutes, I was starting to get worried!” He said, “Thought you’d frozen solid and fallen over out there!” Buttons nodded to the fluffy lump who had sprinted over to the bed.
“Talk to Lucy-Lou over there, the nasty bug tripped me!” Lucy hopped up on the bed and curled up in Elmer’s lap, meowing pitifully. Elmer gasped. “Don’t say that! She’s just a baby!”
“She tried to steal our snacks!” Elmer stuck his tongue out at Buttons. “And now she’s stealing my boyfriend!” Elmer laughed.
“Aww, come on,” He opened his arms, holding the blanket out. “There’s room in here for two people and a cat!” Buttons folded his arms and pouted dramatically. “Come on,” Elmer coaxed. “I know you’re cold, so come cuddle with us.” He motioned to his laptop. “I’ve got Home Alone up on my laptop.” He looked to Buttons, turning his puppy eyes up to eleven. “Come on.” He whined. Buttons sucked on the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the small smile from spreading across his face. “Okay,” he sighed. “Only because I love you so much.” He shuffled over to the bed as Elmer cheered quietly, giving Lucy scratches under her chin. Buttons crawled into the fort and slung his leg behind Elmer, snuggling up behind him and resting his head against Elmer’s shoulder. Elmer leaned back into Buttons’ chest wrapping his arms up around his back. He tilted his head in confusion. “Hey is that my hoodie?” Buttons looked down at what he was wearing.
“Oh, yeah.” He replied. “It was the first thing I saw, sorry.”
“No, no, It looks nice on you.” Elmer mused and cuddled into Buttons’ side.
“Careful,” Buttons said, moving the bags of food out of the way. “I washed the bedsheets like two days ago.” Elmer ignored him, instead focusing on the food.
“Ooh! Snacks!” Elmer unwound his arms and immediately sat back up motioning for the food. Buttons squinted in the dim lighting, trying to distinguish what bags were what. “Uh, chips, Oreos, or m&ms?”
“M&ms please!” Elmer clapped his hands together lightly as Buttons chucked him a bag.” He rustled around with it for a few seconds, then stopped, scrutinizing it under the faint light. “Uh, Buttons?” he asked. “This is rock salt.” Buttons leaned over his shoulder, trying to get a better look at the packet. “So it is.” He shrugged. “I told you I couldn’t see anything out there. Want me to go find the real m&ms?” Elmer put the bag down.
“No, it’s okay.” He replied, “You’re too warm and comfortable to let you leave.” Buttons smiled and ran his fingers through Elmer’s hair. “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, tell me if you change your mind though.” Elmer hummed in acknowledgment and leaned forward to press play on the movie. He cuddled back into Buttons, and Lucy sprawled out on his lap, yawning slightly. Elmer cooed down at the cat and Buttons chuckled, still brushing his fingers through Elmer’s hair. “Your hands are cold,” Elmer mumbled quietly, shifting against Buttons’ chest.
“Is that so?” He felt Elmer freeze against him, realising his mistake.
“No…” He trailed off.
“Oh,” Buttons smiled. “So you won’t mind if I do this?” he ran his hands under Elmer’s sweatshirt, much to his boyfriend’s displeasure. “No!” Elmer laughed, flinching away from his hands. “You’re horrible!” Buttons giggled as he pulled Elmer closer to him, Lucy glaring up at them, not looking too happy with the disturbance to her sleep. “Sorry baby,” Elmer said, running his hand down Lucy’s fur. “Look what you’ve done,” He scolded Buttons. “You’ve disrupted our baby!” Buttons clicked his tongue. “Sorry sweetheart,” he scratched behind her ears and Lucy meowed in forgiveness. Elmer yawned. “Can we watch the movie in peace now?” Buttons smiled and hugged Elmer tighter.
“Yeah, okay.” He pressed a kiss onto the top of his head. Elmer yawned again and rested his head on Buttons’ chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie?” Buttons spoke, his voice rumbling in Elmer’s ears. “I am.”
“With your eyes closed?” he teased.
“Shut up,” Elmer muttered against his hoodie. Buttons laughed.
“Okay,” he leaned against the headboard, letting his eyes flutter shut too, the sound of the movie playing faintly in the background lulling him to sleep as the snowstorm ravaged the world outside.
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A thousand thoughts may go unspoken every day, but I hope I never forget to tell you I love you when it crosses my mind.
Colors that make me think of you: Red: the blood of angry men! Black: the dark of ages past! Red: a world about to dawn! Black: the night that ends at last!
You are my favorite person
D. E. And L.
From this post? Okay,
I'm a big dumb dummy and I love my girlfriend.
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My mother also told me not to have children with you.
She knows she wants us to reproduce. Our kids would be fabulous.
