The Meme || Accepting

The day had been long and difficult for Bryan. He’d submitted three articles that morning, only to have two denied. He’d gone to get a coffee and a cupcake to cheer himself up, and had ended up spilling the coffee and dropping the cupcake. Then he’d planned on going to dinner again with the man he’d been seeing from Tinder… only to sit for two hours and never have the man show up, and text him after yet another hour that ‘something had come up’ as it always seemed to. Which, altogether, made the day something he was glad was over.

He’d returned to the apartment after the dinner, but had decided not to stay in. Climbing out the window and leaving it ajar, he’d headed up the fire escape, to the roof, forgoing bringing a blanket or anything else with him. Instead, he laid back on the concrete, staring up at the sky and trying to spot any stars that the city lights didn’t block out. It was one of those nights where he missed home so much, missed his parents so much, and the ache in his chest was worse.

“You okay?”

He hadn’t heard anything, but Octavia had gotten great with not making any noise on the fire escape; probably due to her sneaking out far more than he did. Her voice didn’t startle him though; he’d figured that once she, Harper, or Monroe saw that he wasn’t in the apartment, one of them would come looking for him, and he tended to escape up to the roof. Lifting his head up off the ground, he tried to offer her a faint smile.

She had a couple blankets and pillows in her hands, and he couldn’t help the watery chuckle that escaped him. “I am now,” He stated softly, sitting up and reaching out to help her spread the blanket out on the ground and set the pillows out, before they laid back down, curled up together as Bryan reached out to play with Octavia’s hair in an absent gesture. “Thank you,” He added out softly then, “I needed the company.”

Later he’d explain to her what had happened that day and why he felt ready to cry. But for now? For now, laying with one of his very best friends and nudging each other to point out stars and count the airplanes that went over them was exactly what he needed.

The Meme || Accepting

Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby

Bryan had the day off; he’d submitted the rough draft of the article he’d been writing to the newspaper he was working for, and was waiting to hear back, but they said it would be tomorrow. All his other work was complete, and as for his novel; well, he was having writers block and wasn’t going to attempt to force anything to happen. Today was supposed to be just a relaxing day, him sitting on the couch and playing Spyro.

That was, until a baby was suddenly unceremoniously plopped into his lap.

“What the f–fudge?” He stammered out, dropping the control and making sure to hold the small, giggling child so that she didn’t fall out of his lap. She looked to be a few months old, and Bryan glanced at her and then at Octavia, who’d parked herself in a chair nearby.

“Octavia, if you’re going around stealing children, I would really not like to be a part of this,” He deadpanned then, “As cute as she is, you can’t just take children, that’s called kidnapping, you know.”

“I’d throw this remote at you if you weren’t holding her,” was the response he got back, “We’re babysitting. I promised the girl downstairs that I’d watch Rose for a few hours while she went to work, because her usual babysitter is too sick to come in.”

“… Generous of you to volunteer both of us,” Bryan snorted out at his best friend, “Since when did my day off turn into the both of us babysitting? No, don’t answer that. I don’t know if I’d trust you babysitting by yourself. Or me by myself. So I guess we’re stuck and she’s just gonna have to help me beat this level in Spyro, yeah?”

This Meme || Accepting

Bryan looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, sputtering and putting his hands up in his own defense. “Hey, it’s not my fault!” He huffed out, “Look, I said I’d keep an eye on him and see what he was up to, but I’m not a babysitter, nor am I actually any good at sneaking around or following after him. I’m not about to get my head chewed off because I decided to follow him a little too closely or something.”

Crossing his arms over his chest then, Bryan added in an almost pout, “Besides, Bellamy is a big boy, ‘tavia. Whatever our fearless leader is doing, I don’t want to get into trouble for asking questions. He got up and said he had to go take care of something, and took off out the door.” He shrugged, then paused and added absently, “Actually, I think I may know where he went, but…”

headstrongblake:

_{although bryan had been in a sour mood when he walked in the door, octavia couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on her lips as he talked about just winging it. it was exactly the attitude the young brunette loved. besides, bryan needed a fun time. “exactly!” she laughed, leaning her shoulder against the wall as emerald hues followed bryan around the room. “see, this is the perfect idea,” she admitted. much better than the night she had planned out where there would most likely be a chance she could cause some sort of trouble. spend too much money and make stupid decisions. spending her time in with bryan was definitely the better option. “cool, we can pull all our blankets and shit out here to make the living room comfy for the night, you ready?” she asks, cocking her head towards the door.}

Bryan felt better at seeing the smirk on Octavia’s face, knowing for sure that they would have fun and his bad mood would go away quickly. “I do have some pretty great ideas most of the time,” He stated with a grin in her direction, “You have to admit that, right?” He finished grabbing his bag and getting ready to go to the store, making sure his card was still in his wallet. “Yes!” He looked up and bounced a little almost at her words, “We can make a complete blanket fort with it and it’ll be cozy and perfect.” He moved after her, playfully pushing her a little as they headed out of his room and towards the door to the apartment.

headstrongblake:

_{as soon as she’s inside the apartment she wanders towards the couch, plucking a forgotten tank top up off the side of it before she wanders towards the door. “sounds like a mighty fine plan to me, anything else we need b?” she asks, throwing the shirt on before shaking her hair out in front of the small mirror by the door. though the younger blake knows her brother doesn’t do well with emotions ( really, neither blakes did ), she was sure that if she pressed him long enough that he could give her some sort of inkling to his best friends recent behavior towards her roommate. “you want to make this a whole night?” she asks, grabbing her bag off the floor to sling around her shoulder. “we could grab some movies from harper’s after we hit the store – you work tomorrow?”} 

Bryan hummed thoughtfully, trying to decide what else they might need to pick up while they were out. “I dunno, I guess we see if anything looks good in the store?” He chuckled out then, “Always find things you don’t realize you need until you’re there, right?” At her words about making it a whole night, his shoulders relaxed and he looked a little more at ease; focusing on that instead of Miller and what might or might not be going on was a much better idea than anything else. “Yes!” He agreed quickly, “Let’s make it a night. I have the day off since I finished that article early today, so lets’ do it.”