Hey everyone, I know I’ve been away for a while. My excuse for the past week is that I was too busy journaling on the roof and listening to the ocean. It was probably the last spring break my family will have together for a while, so we enjoyed every minute of it.
Pen: Pilot Vanishing Point, EF
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RFA+V+SAERAN: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
A/N: Here guys, I wrote this MONTHS ago (like right before we made the blog. It’s kinda like a part 2 to the one I wrote about who’s a doodler or a writer) And I figured i could give y’all something to read <3 ~Admin 404
sure I’ve already established that this guy is a DOODLER
doodle anything and everything
MC and himself, animals
his hardest to professionally draw his LOLOL character
the type to write out his characters stats on said piece of paper
- Kind of like Dungeons and Dragons
inch of the paper is left blank
makes no difference to him if the doodles overlap, they’re all beautiful in his
Yoosung, sweetie, we can’t hang this up in a museum I’m sorry
your lines is the best way to memorize them!
of the lines are written multiple times in a row
you can’T EVEN READ THEM
LEAST BE ORGANIZED ABOUT THIS???
written up, down, side-ways, diagonal (how do you read this, I’d get a
can you help me with this? Just read it and tell me if I’ve gotten it
yeah, okay sure um lmao
turning the paper around in circles to read the lines
TIME WILL YOU JUST WRITE NORMALLY”
baby is so over worked, she’d probably be so confused over a blank piece of
is blank?? Shouldn’t there be reports printed on this so I can proofread?? What
just stares at the paper for a while before it finally clicks
I don’t have to work on this, this is GREAT why don’t I have MORE blank pages
Uses it as scratch paper to test if her pens are working
little angry emoticons every time she thinks about Jumin and his stupid
has no other use for this blank piece of paper
want to use it for work but also just….doesn’t…know…what to do
every time she comes across one in a folder, she brightens up a little
is blank. This should not be blank. Who compiled this folder? Did they mean to
leave a blank page at the end? Why is it-” JUMIN P L E A S E
more files to look through? No more reports?
this blank page is now filled with more information on the project he was
working on at the time
writes notes on the paper and keeps it with the file
can’t you…I dunno… do something fun with it
isn’t using the paper for notes, he’s using it to keep track of his future
“Cat hotels, cat wine, cat cat cat cat”
sure he finds this piece of paper is as organized and pretty as he finds Elizabeth
the Third MC
what else is he gonna do with his spare time
he’s (surprisingly) not drawing memes on said piece of paper, he’ll write on it
you keep handing me this paper but I have no idea what it says”
it out :^)”
likes to see how frustrated you get when you spend hours trying to figure it
out on your own
just Google it but he shut off the WiFi
decided that he’ll write cute little messages in binary every time he finds a
blank piece from now on
better not be a meme in binary, Saeyoung.” “MC! I would NEVER!”
but this dork actually writes such sweet things to you, and can’t wait until
you actually figure it out
MC? Why are you handing me a blank piece of paper?”
probably be confused as well, but will quickly think of something to do
you’re sitting with him, he’ll ask you to play silly little games with him!!
Dots and boxes! Pictionary!
to mess with you when you play
look out the window, do you see that bird? Isn’t it beautiful? What are you
talking about? I’ve had this many boxes before you turned around”
smiles and laughs, giving himself away
aren’t around to play, he’ll probably write cute messages for you to find
around the house
Here! Draw your feelings on this piece of paper!!!”
that’s a bad idea…
accept the paper, but waits until his brother leaves the room
draw on it, but scribbles words onto it that he hides from you
calls Saeyoung back into the room as he folds the paper into an airplane
for his “Idiot Brother’s” face
the room in disgust when Saeyoung starts to pout and fake cry
know the paper just had a big “Fuck You” written on it
*peeps out of a box* Did someone say love?!?! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m love you too! I’m a love dove! I don’t ‘not love’ and I don’t want to not love! Have you ever seen me without this box that says 'Party Place Love Space’? That’s cute!
Y/D/N Y/D/M/N was born in three in the afternoon weighing a healthy seven point five pounds. As soon as Pete laid his eyes on his little girl he was dumbstruck. Pete was madly in love with his little girl, he couldn’t quite believe that she was real. Right here in front of him. How could he have taken part in creating someone so innocent and pure? But now that she was here he was going to do everything in his power to maintain his Daughter’s innocence. If anyone dared to hurt her, he’d give them the beating of their life and that would not be a threat it would be a promise. He’d tear them down limb from limb.
While you and Y/D/N were in the hospital, Pete was perfectly composed, he watched the nurses teach you both how to do something. Pete had learnt how to hold Y/D/N, Pete was comfortable. Well, he was at the hospital. When the nurse came into your hospital room and informed you and Pete that you and Y/D/N could go home. Pete’s confidence was gone. It had turned into sheer panic, there was no longer a professional teaching him how to do things or instructing him how to do things.
Pete was terrified, he was on his own. While he knew he had you for support, he couldn’t help but let the fear swarm his head. Normally Pete had no fearless, he didn’t care what he had to face, he just went about it. But bringing Y/D/N home terrified him. If Pete wasn’t trying to maintain calm and ready for your sake, he would have fallen apart. He knew that parenting would be difficult but he didn’t realise that bringing Y/D/N home would be so terrifying.
Throughout the entire ride home, Y/D/N had slept, Pete drove home while you were in the back with Y/D/N, this was the first time Pete had ever been happy with you away from him because he knew one look you would be able to know what was going through his head. It worried him sometimes how much you were able to read him, he was an open book to you. But as long as it remained to be only you then it was okay.
Pete took hold of Y/D/N’s baby carrier as he had made his way towards your house. The area you lived in wasn’t perfect, your neighbours were loud and at times rude but neither you and Pete had the time to look for a house with Y/D/N on the way and Pete working more frequently. Life had gotten in the way and while you and Pete had often put up with his living arrangements. Pete refused to let his little girl live in this house more than all three of you had too. There was no way Y/D/N was going to spend her childhood in this hellhole, Pete’s words not your own,
Pete walked into your small house, several boxes dotted around the hallway containing the last remaining things that you had brought for Y/D/N, on the counter was a stack of post. Hopefully, there would be something from the estate agent in the stack. He settled Y/D/N’s baby carrier on the coffee table watching her as she slept soundly in her baby grow with her gloves. Pete jolted when someone touched his shoulder.
“You can relax now, she’s here and everything is going to be okay?” You reassured as you kissed his neck gently.
“Except we live in this hellhole.” Pete turned around, cascading his arms around your waist holding you gently. The Doctor warned him you would be sore for a while and he didn’t want to hurt you.
“Why don’t you check the mail and I’ll make us some coffee and we will see if there’s anything okay?”
“Love, you heard the Doctor take it easy.” Rolling your eyes at Pete, he couldn’t help but smile. You were one of the few people who weren’t afraid to challenge him.
“Pete I gave birth, I can lift a couple of mugs of coffee.” With that, you walked slowly towards the kitchen with coffee in mind.
After the coffee’s had been made and Pete had gone through the mail it was met with relief that the Estate Agent had indeed sent you a package of possible homes, some were what you and Pete specifically asked for, others were not but there was a lot to go through. It wasn’t as if you and Pete were looking for a temporary situation, you and Pete were looking for a home where you could raise Y/D/N and any other children you and Pete may have in the future.
“I’m glad your Mother gave us the name of that Estate Agent. I didn’t want to continuously get three or four possibilities it would have been too time-consuming.” Pete was sitting on the couch while you were sitting beside him with your legs rested over his lap.
“According to her, these are the best Estate Agents in the world. You know my Mother doesn’t like to stay in the same place for very long. Beside’s she wants us to get out of this hell hole too.” Pete drew patterns on your leg lazily. He was going to get all three of you out of this place.
“There’s a few we could look at like this one” Pete held up a picture of a house for you to look at and you smiled. It did look pretty for the outside and the interior was to match however you and Pete wanted to do this properly so you were not going to make any decisions from a peace of paper you were going to view it in person.
“You can add that to the viewing pile or do you want to write something on the paper so you don’t forget.” Playfully teasing Pete he licked his lips not so quick to reply when a blast of extremely loud music startled you and Pete, Y/D/N instantly being awoken by the intrusive sound, her wailing alerted both of you as you moved to remove her from her baby carrier holding her close to your chest to reassure her. Her sensitive ears bombarded by the noise.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Pete’s relaxed nature had suddenly changed into one you had seen a few times. Pete stormed over towards the wall knocking it several times
“Will you turn your crappy fucking music down? We have a newborn here!” Pete waited a few moments but nothing. As per usual, your neighbours were going to be an annoyance. This was not your original intention to have as Y/D/N’s first day home, you wanted to chill out and relax get accustomed to having Y/D/N with you. This was turning into a nightmare. You knew Pete’s patience would only last for so long.
“Love stay here. I’m going to knock some sense into them” Pete stormed out, Pete was known for his hot-tempered attitude in the past you would have run out to calm him down but since Y/D/N is here, you can’t run after him with her arms or leave her in the house alone. You needed help and there were only two other people who could calm him down. Unable to call, you sent a text hoping someone would turn up and soon.
You stood outside watching Pete hammering the crap out of the neighbours’ door. They were either secretly intelligent or because the music was so loud they couldn’t hear a thing. It was certainly the second option. Y/D/N would not settle, no matter what you tried nothing was working. It wasn’t like you could take her to a nice quiet place to relax. You were getting restless at just how useless you were being as a Mother.
It was the parking of a car that stopped you from focusing on Y/D/N, you had never been so relieved.
“Now I know why you never let us come over. I could hear their horrendous music all the way down the road.” Trent’s distinctive accent broke through the loud noise just. This was ridiculous.
“Well until we move this is what we have to live with or Pete gets arrested. He’s been hammering on their door for the past half an hour.” You looked down at Y/D/N who was still crying away. Frowning you looked up at Trent who was looking at Y/D/N only a few days ago you and Pete had asked Trent to be Y/D/N guardian if anything ever happened to you and Pete it was his duty to look after Y/D/N.
“Tyler, do me a favour get Pete here before he does something he regrets. There is no way you’re staying here with a newborn. You can live with me and Tyler until you find a new home. Come on let’s go pack some of your stuff.“ You led Trent into the house. This was not how you imagined Y/D/N homecoming to go…
I rang the door bell and not more than a minute later the door swung open.
“Trick or treat.” I smiled.
“We’re all out of candy so you’ll have to take a kiss instead.” Hayes joked.
My eyes knitted together in fake disappointment as Hayes slid his arm around me. “But I want chocolate.”
“If you chocolate all you have to do is ask;I’m here if you need me.” I heard Tez joke. I threw my head back in laughter.
“Sorry Tez, this cute little woodland fairy is all mine!” Hayes was referring to my costume he was Peter Pan and I was Tinkerbell. I fell back on my heels as Hayes dipped me kissing my like in one of those romantic movies.
“Hey you guys can’t be doing all that with a bunch of kiddos around out there.” Tez put his hand between us.
“Are they seriously going trick or treating?” Nate came out of the kitchen.
“Yea and don’t complain when you can’t have any of our candy when we get back.” My eyebrows raised as my arms came together crossed.
“Well excuse me.” Nate grumbled.
Hayes grabbed two pillow cases out of the kitchen and off we went.
Later that night
“I’ll trade you a kit kat for,” Hayes peaked over into my bag fiddling around in it. “One of these.” He pulled out a box of dots.
“No thank you and how many times do I have to tell you we’ll trade when we get home.” I snatched my box of dots out of his hands and rang the door bell to the next house. The door flung open.
“Oh well it’s Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. Wait a minute, are you guys teenagers?“ The lady raised her eye brows. Not another one. So far Hayes and I had only encountered a couple of unimaginative adults who didn’t give us candy because we were “too old”.
“Yea.“ I sighed as if I was disappointed with myself for growing up.
The lady sat the bowl down on a table behind her door and then pulled out a box. In it were long brightly colored wrappers, that’s right full sized candy bars. My eyes darted to Hayes who had his mouth open before I took one.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed.
“Best Halloween ever.” Hayes smiled.
The lady chuckled as we placed our candy in our bags.
“Have a nice night.” She smiled.
“Thank you, you too.”
“You too.” Hayes waved as we walked away.
Hayes wrapped his arm around me as we went to the next house.
“Now isn’t this way better than sitting at home.”
“Yea, but I could be locked in a empty room but still have fun if I was with you.”
“You’re so cheesy you should’ve been a cheese ball for Halloween.” I said trying not to smile.
“You love it.”Hayes kissed me.
A/N: I’m going to try to stay up until midnight making Halloween imagines so send in a request.
A/N - I have to say that my brother is a real inspiration to me, really he is. And truth be told, he sneezes like a kitten and I tell him every single time I hear him sneeze! Ah, what it’s like to be a little sister!
“You sneeze like a kitten!” You exclaim, a smile brightening your face.
“No, I don’t.” Damian blatantly denies, crossing his arms over his chest before letting out another sneeze. Somehow, the baby bird had caught a cold when out patrolling and as his older sister, you got to play the doctor card and let’s just say you were enjoying not only a day off from school, but you were abusing your power. Hey! You can’t help if the truth hurts!
Ever since Damian has moved into the manor, he’s either been slicing the poor animals made out of hedge outside on the lawn or following Bruce around like a lost puppy. It was quite pathetic in your opinion, but hey, who were you to judge? You did the same when you first came to live with your father. To be honest, you’re just excited to spend the day with him, he’s barely uttered a word to you since he came to live here!
Maybe it was because of the pranks that you and Dick have tried to inflict upon him…
Nope, that was impossible!
He sneezes again and holds out his hand, beaconing for a tissue. “You do realize that the tissue is on your side for a reason, right?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at the child. “As if I will touch that-that thing!” He points at the tissue box, tiny minions dotting the white surface. You give him a blank look, “Why not? It’s just a tissue box.” you press on, leaning closer to him. “Don’t tell me brave little Damian is afraid of minions!”
Damian narrows his eyes at you and scoots back until hitting the arm of the couch, “I-I’m not afraid of little yellow creatures wearing overalls!” he shouts and you stop, “So you are?”
“I just said I wasn’t, you imbecile!” A sneezes follows behind that statement and you begin to laugh, “No offense,” you manage to say between the manic giggles that have erupted from your lips, “but I can’t take you seriously,” your insides began to burn with laughter, “with your smol sneezes!” you’re finally able to spit out, the words sounding forced and in a way, they kind of are.
He must of snatched a tissue out of the box when you were laughing your heart out because the next thing you know, Damian’s curled up in his blanket with a tissue to his nose, his blue eyes looking as if they were melting in anger. You smirk before swinging your legs over the side of the couch, stretching your arms out before standing up. He’s careful not to give you a look of interest, which you can admire, but his eyes told a different story.
You walk over towards the giant television that was mounted upon the wall and turned it on and it’s now that Damian decides to speak, “What are you doing?” he inquires, but you shoot him a smile before crouching down e/c eyes scanning over the disc collection before pulling out a case. You pop open the case, shooting a look over your shoulder to check on the tiny demon. You slide the disc into the Blu-Ray player, and walk back sliding next to Damian and stealing a bit of his blanket. He shoots you a look of distaste but you know he really doesn’t mean it.
You pick up the remote that rested on the clear glass table before pressing the button to take you to the disc menu. Your brother’s eyes widen in terror before scrambling up the back of the couch, eventually falling off. “YOU-YOU TURN THAT RIGHT OFF!” Damian demands, an audible moan of pain shortly falling in place. You turn around and peer at him and shake your head, “No can do, brother. After all, you’re just a sick widdle boy!” you pout before turning back, counting down from ten in your mind before expecting an attack from the small child.
What? You’re the child of fucking Batman! You knew how to time your enemies!
He jumped over the couch, trying to tackle you but he failed… quite miserably. “You’re sick, lay down, and watch the movie!” You yell, wondering how Alfred can’t hear the two of you over in the kitchen. You weren’t exactly angry, more like you just wanted to torture this kid with Despicable Me! Is that too much to ask for?
Why did sibling bonding have to be so hard?!
Remember that ships and requests are open! So far I have seventeen ship requests and I’ll probably close them around twenty-five! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! I’m going to start writing the requests tomorrow!
I love my husband so, so much. Like, romantic love, obv, but also friend love, and the “omg look at this character he’s so wonderful I love him” kind of love. Like, I couldn’t write a character like him if I tried.
He reads textbooks and learns things for fun. He just decided one day he was going to learn chess, so now he does, and he reads up on theory and loves every minute of it. He finds new games and new interests based on how useful they could be to him, and loves it. (Like, a while back he downloaded a mod for Minecraft that made it more realistic so it would teach him to think about long-term survivalism. Recently he found a military-grade macro battle management simulator where you control a bunch of dots and boxes and stuff.) Atm he’s in a mode about learning tactics and strategy, so he bounces between chess and military stuff, because both teach your brain how to think about strategy.
It’s so dang precious.
But anyway, he’s been playing a few free FPS’s, and I love sitting next to him listening to him talk about it, because he’s so gentle and reactive, so it ends up being adorable because he gets all gently stressed out and just narrates to himself and it’s hilarious nonsense. Like, these are things I’ve heard in the past few minutes.
“Good, good, holding dynamite now. Wait, is that live–? OH NO it was live, now I am dead. Cool.”
“You! Get back here you! I–Oh. You shot me! I’m going to follow you, and find your family, and…. give your mom a Mother’s Day Card and I’m dead again. THanks.”
“I just killed myself. No benefit.”
“Well, my team is stuck in a vent. I’ll bring grenades!”
“5 minutes left to do what? Well, I’m gonna become and Engineer and die by my own grenade.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m just going to keep doing my do.”
“Well, we lost. Cool, I don’‘t want to be in this server anyway. First of all, boobs. Second of all, they’re all bots. Also, the character models range from disturbed pretty lady to Hitler, so there’s that.”
*noticed me typing this* “Oh, I didn’t know I was being recorded for posterity, I’ll just keep going then!”