January OTP Prompts
Day six lets go! I very much considered not completing this one because I was tired and wanted to read my book but I'm very happy I forced myself to power through!
Warnings: References made to drug addiction / rehab, and declining mental health
6. Lonely
George didn’t know what day it was. He didn’t know what time it was or how much time had passed. The sun had risen and set at least twice, sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, stinging his eyes. It caused him to curl further in on himself, burying his face under the blankets as if he could bury the bone crushing loneliness he felt alone in a bed bought for two. He knew that Matty was sick, he knew that Matty was getting the help that he so desperately needed. But that didn’t mean that George wasn’t hurting too, an ache deep in his chest. The fear that somehow this was his fault, that Matty would come back, healed and whole and see just how broken, just how toxic, George himself was.
George should have been better. He should have noticed that Matty was sick, that he was getting worse, and succumbed to the thrall of addiction. But he liked it when Matty smiled, and Matty had started smiling more, things that would have sent him spiraling now rolling off his back like water off a leaf. He knew Matty had lost weight, he would have been blind not to see it, but Matty brushed him off citing the stress of tour and smiled assurances that I’m fine George, really.
George wondered if he just hadn’t wanted to see it, hadn’t wanted to disrupt the carefully balanced equilibrium that they had reached. He wondered if he was selfish, too worried about disrupting his own fragile mental health that he allowed Matty to put his life at risk. He felt like he had put Matty’s life at risk. And now here he was, making things about himself. Matty was gone, shipped off to rehab for the next who knew how many weeks were left, screaming and sobbing as Jamie herded him onto the chartered plane, begging George not to make him go, not to send him away. And now here George was, alone, laying in the bed they had picked out together, swaddled in the sheets he desperately needed to change but couldn’t bring himself to, the cotton still smelt like Matty.
George had never done well on his own. Everyone saw Matty and assumed he was the extrovert, that he was the one that thrived off of human companionship. They didn’t see that Matty was just as content alone with a cigarette, they didn’t see that George was the one that felt as if the loneliness would kill him. He felt pathetic even thinking it, not daring to even breathe the words aloud. But he was, he was lonely. He was lonely without Matty’s slender form tucked against his side in their bed. He was lonely without Matty moving throughout their home, bumping into things, knocking things over, causing a general ruckus as he hummed to himself, always making noise, always bringing life into the now dismal space. Matty wasn’t just George’s other half, he was the one thing that kept him from feeling broken and alone.
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HEADCANON. Thinking about Sam getting ( or heck, even making ) people stuffed animals, especially of animals that remind her of them. But before she gives it away, she holds each one in her hands and speaks of all the hopes and dreams she has for the person—-things that she can't ever bring herself to say to their face. Especially so if the person she's gifting it to doesn't quite have a 'happy end'.
She knows it's pointless. She knows filling a plushie with wishes won't actually do anything to stop fate, much less make all those wishes come true.
But knowing how powerless she is to do anything, how little she can actually do?
Let her pretend her actions mean something, won't you?
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Pretty people
Thinking bout… pretty people. Just pretty, you know?
Pretty people I’ve dated and their scars and little quirks.
Pretty people I’m friends with who got smiles and voices that brighten my day.
Pretty people who got big friends groups to form a functional human being and look out for each other.
Pretty people who live in my head rent free metaphorically and literally.
I am also thinking of pretty people who just know how to appreciate small things in life to help make the world a lil happier for themselves. I don’t think they know that makes them extra pretty.
Pretty people who got eyes and don’t have eyes. Any color even it brings them all together
Pretty people who’s minds are perceiving the horrors while they act like it’s normal. Those pretty people are more common than you think.
Pretty people who got little features that culminate to make them whole be it stuff they can control like how they style their hair, to stuff they can’t, like having an extra finger.
Pretty people who aren’t people at all. Those are in my head too.
Pretty people can come in many different forms be it size, shape, voices, from a stranger on a subway to even text on a screen.
Pretty people are all around us, it’s a matter of taking in the small stuff that makes them whole.
Why are people so pretty?
Why are you so pretty?
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scara smut when. - :) anon
Hopefully soon! >:D Currently, these are the fics you can expect to see in the near future:
✧ azul thought four - scheduled for 21 december. nine months of hard work can finally be posted!!! i'm very excited. i think this is the longest smut piece i've ever written.
✧ yandere!scaramouche - no posting date for this one as it's still a wip. but i've written half of it, so it could very well be posted shortly after azul thought four! since i wrote a story in which scaramouche receives therapy and gets better, i decided to write a story in which he gets progressively worse. it's set in a modern au and is written from scara's pov!
✧ chills & thrills stories - i hope to finish and post both dottore's and scaramouche's stories in the upcoming future!
✧ scara smut. there are plenty of ideas in my head. i will have to sift through all of them and decide which is best, so until then i hope the other fics can be enjoyed! :D
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@thelegendofjenna replied to your post “me, poking kurt and blaine with a stick: do...”:
if you want someone to bounce ideas off/vent frustration to, you can always message me!
I have my plot points mapped out. Jen @1908jmd actually figured some out in an ask that she sent (*wink wink nudge nudge*) (although, Jen, you're still in for a surprise, but some were close) (I'm not publishing the ask to avoid spoilers, but what you said about [REDACTED] hit the nail!). I just need to fill in those plot points and it is quite annoying to see a clear direction for where the story is heading. I've been seeing that direction for months, but ya know *gestures around* writing.
I did poke Kurt and Blaine hard enough to have them watch RENT, because why not? I'm currently stuck in a part of the next chapter where I just... need them to do something for the middle. Welp, RENT it is. I almost went for Legally Blonde but ssssssh that is Quinn's favourite movie. So yes, Kurt, Blaine, watch RENT and do something!!
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