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Call Me - Pop Art by Peter Tschirky - Switzerland - 2022
Early morning cuddles
Wyatt Oleff x Reader
Word Count: 773
Trigger warning: Neck kisses?, early morning, swearing?, DELETED ZELDA PROGRESS!
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*Ring Ring Ring*.
I slowly wake up to the sound of my phone ringing.
*Ring Ring Ring*.
“Ugh, shut the fuck up, goddamnit”
I turn to look at my alarm clock. '5.30 am'
“I have to film at 7″ I silently say, already in a bad mood.
*Ring Ring Ring*.
Angrily I pick up my phone to see who on earth would be calling me at this ungodly hour of the night.
'Noodles'
The bright phone screen read. I quickly pick up the phone, already pissed off at the stupid boy.
"Wyatt Jess Oleff you monkeys butthole, why are you calling me this late at night?" I say tiredly trying to hide my annoyance.
"(Y/N), I'm bored come over and play video games with me",
"It's 5.30 am Wyatt, I can't just go play video games with you, filming starts at seven today and I really wanna get some sleep" I say.
Truth be told I would rather sit and play Mario Kart or Legend of Zelda than lay in my bed for the rest of the night, not being able to sleep.
"Please, please, please (Y/Nnnnnn) I have snacks," Wyatt says, his voice sounded raspy, but he couldn’t have been sleeping, so why would he sound like that unless... he’d been crying.
Wait... did he say snacks?
"Did you say snacks?" I ask quickly,
"Yeah, I got all your favorites too," he said in a sing-song voice.
"You got (F/S)?" I ask quickly.
"Yes",
"I'm on my way" Jumping out of bed, I sneakily run to my dresser to get a jumper and quietly walk into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth.
And when I'm done running around the house like a headless chicken, I quietly sneak out my bedroom window and climb over the tree to Wyatts window.
I lightly tap on the glass and look inside. I see a tired looking Wyatt slowly make his way over here to open the window for me to get in.
As soon as I step into the warm room Wyatt hugs me tightly.
I could hear a quiet sniffle escape him as we hugged. I pull away from the hug to see his face, and when I did my heart broke; red, puffy eyes, his nose had a pink tint and the bags under his eyes were so dark. He had been crying. The question is just why?’
"Wyatt, are you okay?" I ask as I put my hand on his cheek.
All he did was shake his head and pull me back into the hug.
"What happened, hun? Do you wanna talk about it?" He pulled away from the hug again and pointed at the TV screen.
I took his hand and we walked over there together.
"It's gone," He said.
I looked to see what he meant by 'gone'. And then I saw it... his Legend of Zelda's progress bar was down to zero again.
"All my hard work has been deleted" Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he looked down at the ground.
I pick up the TV remote and turn it off, so there wouldn’t be a constant reminder of his loss glaring him in the face, for the rest of the night.
"Okay, Wy. Calm down, what can I do?" I say calmly looking him in the eye.
"Lay down with me for a while... please," He said, making his signature puppy dog eyes.
"Of course, anything" He took my hand, pulling me to the bed and laying me down, with my head on his chest.
And there we laid for what felt like an eternity, and before I knew it the sun was rising. I look over at my phone to see what time it is. '6.30',
Shit we have to go film in half an hour.
I turn around to see Wyatt sleeping peacefully, with a small smile on his face.
Time for revenge.
I look around his room, trying to find something that would make for a good revenge awakening. Then i spot a pillow... not just any pillow, the pillow. The pillow that was rock hard and horrendously itchy.
Perfect.
I cautiosly move myself away from the sleeping boy, to go get the pillow. The feeling of it making my skin itchy as i pick it up.
“Goodmorning, sunshine” I yell as i smack him in the face with the pillow to wake him up.
His eyes shoot open as he looks up at me with the most irritated look on his face ehich is countered by the morning sun's beautiful, yellow rays dancing across his face in the most perfect manner. I throw myself in the bed and I ruffle his soft, curly hair, before i start to get up again.
“We gotta go film, boyo.” I say to him as i’m almost up from the bed, but before I can go any further Wyatt grips my waist and pulls me back down.
"Please, can we just stay like this for five more minutes? You owe me after waking me up like that" He asks, sweetly kissing my neck.
"Only if I get the snacks you promised me," I quip back sassily.
"Now you ruined the moment," He says fake disappointedly as he start to sit up on the bed, crossing his arms and pouting.
"But you still love me so it doesn't matter," I say, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.
"That I do, that I do," He says with a sigh and a small smile.
"And I love you too" I quickly peck his lips before I get up and start walking towards his dresser.
I get out a fresh set of clothes for him and throw them in his face, as he falls back onto the bed dramatically, before hastily throwing a pillow back at me and we both start laughing our butts off.
God i love that boy.
you can’t control my dreams! dream victor is already my husband~ _(:3 」∠)_
a character in fallout who is aware theyre just an npc in a game (maybe not knowing the whole details. maybe they just know *something* is pulling the strings, only that its completely omnipotent and not at all there)
bonus point if say, they were a friend of the courier and after the shot they just find them to be possessed by whatever strange entity it is and it is *not* just the bullet, nobody can get filled with lead and wake up next morning completely okay
Midnight Call
This was written as a birthday present for @miss-macabre-grey whose favorite fanfic trope is “strangers getting close through technogical misunderstandings”.
Happy birthday, dear! ^^ And I hope you’ll enjoy this!
A buzz filled the room as his phone shifted across the table, making small way among scattered papers, books and one too many mugs.
Lotor refused to look up from his computer and with eyes glued to the screen and a displeased frown continued to type.
His paper on the traditional romantic customs and relationships of humanity wasn't bad per se, no... At this point, it just felt...hollow.
The buzzing started once again, this time sounding even more insistent and annoying.
Lotor huffed.
He didn't need this! But apparently someone was dead or dying and actually had the nerve to call him...
Without looking he reached across the table and tapped to accept the call. On a second note he tapped once more to channel the call to the speakers.
Almost immediately a clash of noises spilled from the line, the distinct combination of murmur, obnoxious music and clinck of bottles filling the silent space Lotor had created in his living room.
"-can't stop me! I'm gonna- wait, where is the dial tone-what is-"
The voice on the other end was unrecognizable, possibly belonging to a young male who was quite intoxicated. That was when Lotor realized how he had accepted the call without checking the caller id. Frown only growing darker he reached to end the call.
"Oh it is open! Heyyyy gorgeous" the man slurred, his voice turning sultry and entirely shameless with the compliment. "Have you missed me?"
Lotor's finger hovered over the end button, his eyes leaving the screen and focusing on the phone.
Huh? For a second a shiver ran through his sleep deprived body, breath getting short. How long has it been since someone actually gave him a compliment?...
...It was something he didn't like to dwell deeply in...
"I don't know what you have expected from this call but I can quite firmly say that you'll be disappointed"
There was a deep breath on the other end then - "so cold!" The man whined.
Lotor imagined he had a cute pout.
"You always push me away, you always break my heart. But babe please, I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want... please, please can I come over?"
Lotor opened his mouth to end the call but the other was babbling continously now. "I know you said- you said we were over but I need- I..I need-"
Suddenly there was another sound coming from the call.
"Lance! Buddy! What are you doing?"
So Lance was apparently the intoxicated heartbroken mess and this other guy-
"Hunk!" Lance exclaimed. "No...no,no! I need to talk to him! I need-"
"Lance c'mon give me the phone! Lance!"
For a few brief seconds, the sounds of struggle filled the line, Hunk and Lance clearly fighting over the phone. The line muffled, indistinct noises spilling. A set of heavy breathing and the final impact of a door shutting later-
"Hey baby~"
Apparently a heartbroken guy was stronger than a sober one.
Ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the compliment, Lotor sighed. Why wasn't he just hanging up?
"Congratulations, you deserve a medal in phone wrestling"
The other man...Lance chuckled. "Yeah?" Would you like to come home with me? I'll show you all of my trophies. Maybe even give you a demonstration"
A horrible and clumsy attempt at flirting... Lotor leaned his cheek against his fist, contemplating the stranger. But...strangely it was tolerable.
With a sigh and shake of his head, Lotor leaned back on his chair. Nonetheless, it was time to conclude this misunderstanding before it wasted more of his time. "Look...Lance-"
"Yes, gorgeous?"
Lotor's lashes fluttered. "I'm not the person you are looking for."
"Babe, please. Not this again. You are exactly the person I am looking for! You are smart, handsome, great in the sack and you have the best damn ass I have ever-"
"No," Lotor cut off, a strange feeling squeezing around his chest and a sudden flush burning his ears.
Was this jealousy?...certainly not...
"I meant I am not the person you think I am. I am not your lover."
There was a hitch on the other line then Lance was crying, actually crying!
"Babe please," he breathed in wetly. "Don't do this, don't give up on me."
Quiznak! This wasn't going as he had planned. Lance was too drunk to think straight.
Looking at his open article and the annoying line that kept flickering, Lotor reached across the table to get his phone. Was he really concerned about this idiot? For all he knew, this guy had been the stupidiest jerk to ever got into a relationship.
Across the line Lance sniffed wetly, his begging turning ten fold as he continued to cry.
Shutting off the speaker, Lotor got the phone close to his ear. Apparently he was a weak idiot as well...
"Lance," he called. "It is going to be okay, just calm yourself. Take deep breaths...yes, slowly...That's right...yes..."
As the line slowly went quiet, Lotor got up from his chair to settle across the couch.
"Babe?..."
The vulnerability of the tone tugged at his heart unexpectedly.
"It is alright." Lotor murmured, trying the soothe the idiot. "Where are you?"
"Shiro..."
Shiro?...Was that a place?
"He and his flatmates were throwing a party and Hunk said we should go! And when we got here they had this huge-"
At least, the idiot was at someone's house.
"- it was amazing! He just drank the whole thing! Can you believe it?"
Lotor had no idea what Lance was talking about but still he hummed appreciatively. "That's nice, Lance"
"No..." the other slurred. "You are nice...you are perfect..."
Lotor highly doubted that, especially since how Lance sounded so hurt by his previous lover. Then again maybe it was how Lance's fault...
"I wish you were here..." the other continued, a muffled but wishful sigh slipping. "I know you don't want me back-"
"Lance-" Lotor warned."let's not talk about that"
He didn't need to listen to the other crying again. Lotor couldn't really understand what came over him but he wanted this guy to be okay.
Across the line Lance sniffed once more. "Okay...."
Lotor needed a neutral topic to calm him.
“Tell me about your day.”
*-*-*
"-and that's when I said to her 'my dear Pidge, you can't use a book to - to charm someone! You need words!"
Lotor had no idea how Lance had stirred the conversation towards flirting techniques but apparently this guy had actually a nickname as obnoxious and funny as 'loverboy'. So maybe it wasn't really a surprise.
At Lance's over excited monologue, Lotor only chose to hum. He didn't really need to elaborate on the issue, since Lance's alcohol induced brain wasn't really big on staying on one topic for more than two minutes.
Predictably the other was now talking about something else, voice only a hoarse murmur. "Remember our third date?"
Lotor stopped his sigh from spilling across the line. He had hoped they could stay away from these issues but apparently no such luck..
Making a noncommittal noise Lotor chose to let Lance fill in the blanks.
"I remember the warmth of the sand...and I had thought- I had-... I wasn't really sure if you could love me..."
Suddenly Lotor's heart squeezed painfully. He didn't want to hear about this, about the other's pain, his insecurities... He just wanted this stranger to be happy.
"Lance..." he murmured.
"No...no...I know it has been my fault. It is! I asked for too much. I was needy and clingy and-"
"Lance, it is okay-"
A deep sleepy sigh flittered from the line. "But we had fun, right?... it was good?...the beach, the sand..."
Lotor smiled a little. "Yes," he assured the other, pleased to hear another sigh, this time even more relaxed. "It was fun..."
".. yeah...it was..."
"Lance? Hey buddy"
Suddenly a soft voice came through the line. If Lotor had to guess he would say it was Hunk.
And certainly it was a relief...right?
Over the line Lance shuffled and murmured unintelligently, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. With a soft smile Lotor reached to hang up.
"Good night, loverboy"
Pushing the end button, Lotor let his phone slide down to the couch. A heavy silence engulfed his flat, a weird sense of loneliness spreading over his body.
But it was fine... a relief even! And it wasn't as if Lance would remember anything in the morning...
For a brief second Lotor gazed upon his article on romance in human culture before rising up to push down the screen with a satisfying thump.
Besides.. he didn't need the mess.
@specialagxntstarling || continued from (xx)
Will snorted, moving over to open the cabinetry. “What in the hell gave you that idea?” he muttered, pulling down a glass. “I can’t imagine what I did to make you trust me over the head of the Bureau.” Most especially since he’d done everything to try and push her away.
Filling up the glass with water from the sink, Will sighed and handed her the drink. Starling’s explanation made his mouth quirk. “You tripped and fell? I suppose it’s a good thing trainees aren’t scored on grace...though coordination certainly plays a part in it.”
Pulling out a cup for himself, if only for the sake of busying his hands, he turned to lean against the sink. His head felt heavy and buzzing like static. “I suppose opting out of a hospital was a good idea,” he finally agreed. “They would’ve laughed you out into the street.”
That wasn’t true, of course, but a part of him didn’t believe Starling’s story.
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