#pizzas might not be called the same things in other countries

[blimbo-buddy]

Bug World No Mercy: Naming Systems in the Bug Kingdoms

Before we proceed: I want to note that with all of the names listed, they can also be translated into other languages and it will still suffice as a name for the bug.

For example: If you translate “Leaf” into Spanish, “Hoja”, it will still be a valid name because of the word it was translated from. So without further ado:

Slugs of the Garth/Timberland

Before the Great Division Of Slug Country, the Slugs all had the same naming system.

Their names typically followed things associated with nature, wild-grown fruits, trees, leaves, plants, etc.

When the Slugs of the Garth formed their empire, they took on names associated with things you might find in a garden:

Fruits: Banana, Watermelon, Berry

Vegetables: Cucumber, Spud, Carrot

Nuts: Pistachio, Pecan 

Legumes: Chickpea, String Bean

Flowers: Lily, Daffodil, Aster

When the Slugs of the Timberland stayed in the forest, they retained many of their old names, pre-division. These were names that associated with things found in the forest:

Bodies of water: Creek, Lake

Wild-grown fruits: Gumnut, Aronia

Trees: Pine, Birch

Plants: Fern, Ivy

Words relating to the forest: Woodland, Bosky 

There are, however, “ grey area” names that arose after the division of Slug Country, as these names related to things that are present in both gardens and in nature:

Strawberry, Nectar, Apple, and Honey are some examples of these names

However, a slug can actually have a quote attached to them, created for themselves and by themselves. 

Slugs of a high rank - Such as royalty, scholars, guards, advisors, etc.- are the only ones who can acquire a quote, according to Slug Law

These names can take a while to create, think of it like a thesis

High rank slugs must spend a year outlining, rough drafting, and finalizing their quote

This process also includes a month spent out in the forest to be alone with their thoughts

Trusted scholars are tasked with teaching upcoming high ranks multiple lessons of how to craft the perfect quote for themselves

The name itself must remind the others of that particular slug.

Example: “For what is the weakling slug, if they had moistened the soil into mulch, with the flesh of their enemies.” aka (Queen) Mulch.

These quote titles originated from the beginning of the Slug Country, thousands and thousands of years ago. The two warring sides of the previously known Slug Country have retained these types of names since then.

Cockroach Kingdom

Due to the Cockroach Kingdom's closeness to the humans and their society, they've taken on names that have to do with general products of human society, such as:

Human-made objects: Fork, Knife, Wire, Trash Can

Food/Drinks: Pizza, Soda, Hamburger

Buildings: Apartment, Prison, Greenhouse

The domestication of rats and pigeons by the Cockroach Kingdom is one that dates back thousands of years, theorized to be even before the Great Division of Slug Country. This led to titles pertaining to “Pest Tamers”, as the bugs call it, to be created: 

Cockroaches that handle rats are given the title “Rat Tamer” before their name

On the other hand, cockroaches that handle pigeons are given the title “Pigeon Master” before their name

Hammerheads of the Gastropods (Hammerhead Worms)

Hammerhead Worm names generally follow a "4-part rule", going as such: Sir/Madame Gastro- (Given Birth Name) -Pod.

For shortening reasons, one may call a Hammerhead Slug: Sir/Madame (Given Name), Gastro-(Given Name), or (Given Name)-Pod.

Example: Madame Gastro-Grate-Pod, 

Or: Madame Grate, Gastro-Grate, Grate-Pod

In Hammerhead Worm society, it is considered incredibly rude and disrespectful to only refer to one by only their Given Birth Name.

These Given Birth Names will typically be based off of:

The Hammerhead’s physical appearance: Mottle, Splotch, Stripe, Brindle

Physical actions: Scrape, Drag, Grate, Clutch, Trek, Smear

Believed to be the second oldest bug kingdom to perfect “Pest Taming”, Hammerhead Worms classify themselves into small categories, based upon the bird that acts as their steed:

Example: Robin Jockey, Finch Jockey

Moth Citadel

Moths are typically named after:

Organic materials that they eat: Cloth, Shirt, Hair, Blanket, Wool, Silk

Dark-themed words: Dim, Dull, Shade, Bleak

Moths also have a secondary part to their name.

Depending on what stage of the moon they were born under, that will serve as their last name.

For example: Blanket Waxing Crescent.

These last names fall under "Moon Families", although not every moth in the same Moon Family is related to each other.

Cicada Burrow

Since Cicada society puts lots of emphasis on a past life that a cicada has had, their names reflect such beliefs.

Cicada names include their current life's name alongside their previous life's name: (Current life’s name); Once-(Previous life’s name)

Cicada names are typically based around:

Types of trees: Redwood, Oak, Sycamore

Noises: Hum, Buzz, Bang

Words relating to plants/roots: Pith, Root, Stem

Nectar/Juices/Saps: Phloem, Mango Nectar, Apple Juice

An example of this would be: Sycamore; Once-Lily Nectar

Note: If a Cicada has just begun their cycle (Meaning that they are the beginning life of a rebirth cycle) then they will have just a singular name

Beetle Dynasty

Due to the dynasty's heavy emphasis on being defensively strong and armory, their names are ones that sound very heavy/strong/sturdy. This includes

Minerals/Gems: Titanium, Talc, Calcite

Trees/Words relating to trees: Lumber, Branch, Redwood

Words relating to rocks: Sedimentary, Boulder, Cobble

Metals: Cobalt, Copper, Steel

Example: Titanium, Sedimentary, Talc, Lumber

Beetles within the nation may also be granted a special title alongside their name. Usually connecting with a specific achievement

Special Title Example: Tungsten the Artificer, Strata the Batslayer

Worm Empire

Due to their entire empire (and association) being within the dirt, Worms take on names that have something to do with the earth

They can be based off of minerals in the dirt: Sulfur, Dolomite 

The types of dirt: Peat, Clay

Shades of brown: Umber, Beige

Tools used to dig up the earth: Trowel, Shovel 

Words connected to digging and moving around: Wriggle/Wriggling, Tunnel/Tunneling

The leader of the Worm Empire has the title of "Earth Master"

Worms who forage for food are given the title of "Processor"

Example: "Earth Master Excavator" “Processor Bronze”

Butterfly Pavilion

The butterflies take great pride in their appearance and beauty, so it's only fitting that their names reflect that. Many of their names are based on:

Colors: Blue, Amber, Aqua

Positive adjectives: Handsome, Bright, Clever

Flowers: Dahlia, Zinnia, Allium

Words/sounds associated with birds: Whir, Caw, Vane

Bird species: Robin, Hawk, Condor

When born, the caterpillars have their names prefaced with "Beautiful Sprout" and will keep this title until they form into a cocoon.

Upon emerging, the butterfly leaves behind their Beautiful Sprout title

Higher ranking butterflies can gain the title of Weathervane, alongside the number at which they rank at within the group of 10 Weathervanes

They can “rank up” whenever the Weathervane ahead of them retires, dies, or is overthrown

Example: 4th Weathervane Caw

Fly Cluster

Unlike the other bug kingdoms, flies don’t have an actual kingdom due to their nature to roam around and eat things that many bugs wouldn’t even eat as a last resort. However, despite this vagabond-esque culture and lack of a “proper kingdom”, the flies still have a system of names, typically based off of: 

Death-related words: Corpse, Carrion, Muerte

Fungus and fungus genus names: Cordyceps, Lion’s Mane, Mucor

Bacteria and viruses: Shigella, Rabies

Words relating to decomposition: Decay, Rot, Spoil

Spider Province

Though spiders have a wide array of naming systems that pertain to their kingdom, often you’ll find specific patterns in their names. Some names have a bit to do with their proximity with humans. You’ll find spiders named after:

Carnivorous plants: Sundew, Butterwort 

Words relating to crafting: Concoct, Forge

Words relating to thread spinning: Intertwine, Weave, Spindle

Quiet noises: Mumble, Whisper, Hum, Hush

Clothes: Shirt, Jacket, Sweatshirt, Shoe(s)

Animals: Wolf, Viper, Python (Thanks to @imagination-confusion for this!

Something to note is that all spiders, no matter their age, will have the title of “Mandrel” due to their natural web-spinning capabilities being compared to the likes of that specific weaving tool. 

Example: Spindle the Mandrel

Pillbug Domain

This kingdom of small, armored bugs puts lots of emphasis onto their outer exterior. So it’s only natural that their names reflect such cultural importance in one’s outside shell. Pillbugs will typically be named after:

Outer casing and frameworks: Shell, Chassis, Pod, Hull

Words related to spinning/fast movement: Spin, Bowl, Twist, Sweep

Metals: Aluminum, Steel

Trees/Words relating to trees: Redwood, Oak, Palm, Timber

Nuts: Walnut, Cashew, Pistachio

The Pillbug Domain’s high ranking bugs will sport the title of “Lord Pill” or “Lady Pill”. 

Example: Lord Pill Swing 

Something that you might notice is that many of the names of the Pillbug Domain are similar to the Beetle Dynasty’s names. This is because at some point, the Pillbug Domain was a part of the Beetle Dynasty, however would later on separate from the kingdom due to the Pillbug Lord disagreeing with many of the other leaders. 

Dragonfly Lair

Dragonflies have names that they take great pride in, much like butterflies or cockroaches. Unless you are a close familiar, they demand that you refer to them as their full name or don’t refer to them at all. They carry names based on:

Positive adjectives: Courage, Brave, Gentle, Wise, Wisdom, Lionheart

Quick words: Whip, Snap, Zoom, Swift, Curt

Birds: Robin, Hawk, Falcon

In some rare cases, however, a dragonfly may be named after an old ruler from Europe. This is rarely the case, however. But it’s unknown to the bugs - including the Dragonflies themselves- how exactly knowledge of these European rulers became known.

Dragonfly society consists of a sibling monarchy and 2-4 advisors 

The monarch dragonflies are born with the title “Eye-snatcher”

The advisor dragonflies are given the title “Lecture-wing”

Example: Eye-snatcher Ambition, Lecture-wing Sparrow

The Mosquito Flock

A kingdom that has functionally become a society that advocates for the death of the individual through hunting the sweet nectar of human blood. The Mosquito Flock carries many names based on:

Blood diseases: Sickle Cell, Anemia

Blood-related words: Ichor, Hemoglobin, Hematic

Drinking-related words: Sip, Guzzle, Swig

Eating-related words: Feast, Consume, Ingest

Words relating to a mosquito being killed: Slap, Swipe, Thwack

Bodies of water or general water-related words: Lake, Ocean, Puddle

Mosquito society has in place a title that all mosquitos must call each other by: Brother, Sister, and Sibling. 

This holds a symbolic meaning, as mosquitoes believe they are all united as a “family”, it does not mean that they are all related to each other.

Firefly Faction

Due to the relatively unknown society of the firefly faction, it proved to be difficult to record their types of names for a while. Until now. Typically, a Firefly will be named after:

Fire and heat related words: Flame, Burn

Light related words: Sunshine, Spark, Day

Shine related words: Glimmer, Flicker

Quick motions: Flutter, Blink, Wink

The Ant Colonies

Ant colonies typically do not name their ants, except for some exceptions.

There are head ants in the colony that serve as managers for the different ant ranks, Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer, the latter of which is responsible for what food comes into the colony.

The Head Ant names consist of a First and Last name that:

sounds violent and/or is linked with organs and bones

Example: Lieutenant Snap Neck, Director Rip Molar, and Head Rationer Flesh Maim 

In ant colonies, there are also secondary ranks to the main three:

Soldiers: Watcher, Scout

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

To each of these ranks, there is typically a single leading ant (Although more than one isn’t uncommon in bigger colonies). These leading secondary ants share the same last name as the head ant of their main rank, and will have their name prefaced with “Lead”:

For example, a Leading Constructor ant who works under an ant named “Director Rip Molar” will be named: Lead Constructor Stab Molar 

Meanwhile, the rest of the ants do not have any names given to them, they are typically referred to as their rank, whether they’re Soldiers, Workers, Rationers, or any of the secondary ranks. 

Regular ants can however be referred to and refer to each other as their designated rank (Food Guard, Watcher, etc.)

Drones are typically only referred to as Drones, but ants from the same colony and queen as a drone ant will sometimes refer to him as “Drone Brother”

The Queen Ant will have a violent sounding name, although not one that is formatted like the Head or Leading Ant's

The Queen's name will be prefaced by "Mother" and the name itself may be based off of:

Weapons: Sword, Sling, Crossbow

Torture methods: Keelhauling, Giridrion

Causes of death: Drown, Burn, Blunt Force 

Violent words: Maim, Snap, Rip, Gnash

Organs/Bones: Tibia, Tooth, Stomach

An example of this is: "Queen Mother Macerate II" or “Queen Mother Gnash”

The Bees of the Hive

Though hundreds of beehives reside close to each other, all of differing histories, they all generally share the same types of names. Much like the Ant Colonies, Bee Hives have three main ranks: Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer. Alongside that, they have secondary ranks:

Soldiers: Watcher

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard, Greenskeeper

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

However, unlike the Ant Colonies, Head/Lead bees don’t have first and last names, only first names. Their names will be based around: 

Flowers: Wisteria, Oleander

Jams/preserves: Strawberry Jam, Apricot Preserves

Herbs/Teas: Chamomile, Earl Grey, Mint

Fruits: Apricot, Avocado

Descriptions of their personality: Wonderful, Humble

Regular bees are not actually properly named, instead, they are categorized by their hive's abbreviated name, their rank, and a designated number.

So for example, a drone bee from the Southern Creek Bound hive would be named: SCB-Drone-1033.

The Queen of the hive is given a proper name once she rises to the rank and successfully destroys her competitors. Like the Head and Leading bees, Queens can be named after:

Flowers

Jams/preserves

Herbs/Teas

Fruits

Descriptions of their personality

The queen bee's name is formatted as, "Queen (Name) of the (Hive name abbreviation(if needed)) Dynasty".

A queen's name may be something like: Queen Mango Jam of the SC Dynasty

The Wasp Swarms

Wasps share some of the same name aspects as both the bees and ants. Wasps have three main ranks like the bees and the ants: Workers, Soldiers, and Rationers.

And like with the bee and ant kingdoms, there are lead wasps for each main rank: Lieutenant (Head Soldier), Director (Head Worker), and Head Rationer.

With those ranks comes secondary ranks:

Soldiers: Watcher

Workers: Constructor, Brood Guard, Greenskeeper

Rationers: Food Guard, Chef

Just like ants and bees, leading secondary ranking wasps will have the title of Lead prefacing their names. Like bee society, wasps don’t have both first and last names, only a first name. These names will be based off of:

Quick actions: Dart, Strike, Jab

Fruits: Pear, Plum

Weapons: Machete, Hammer

Example: Lead Brood Guard Jab, Lieutenant Razor

The rest of the wasps don't have proper names: They are named after the sectors that they are hatched in and what rank they fill

Alongside that, wasps will have the name of the queen they were born under as part of their identification

For example: Battle Queen (Name), Sector F Soldier

Regular wasps can, however, be referred to as/refer to others as “(Sector) (Rank) Sister” or simply just “Sister”. While drones will be referred to as “(Sector) (Rank) Drone” or simply just “Drone”

Example: Sector A Sister, Sector E Drone

Just like the Head and Lead wasps, the Queen Wasp(s) will have names based off of:

Quick actions

Fruits

Weapons

Their name will also be prefaced by "Battle"

Example: Battle Queen Prickly Pear III, Battle Queen Mangosteen 

#blimbo rambles #bug world no mercy #it's here [passes on] #any questions about any of the names are welcomed I'd be happy to explain some details a bit more

[fnafcabinau]

Have a lil’ redesign of the whole gang! Everyone keeps their original names (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy) because they’re the originals! Headcanons and personalities under the cut!

Freddy: - I imagine Freddy as the leader of the group, taking initiative and being one of the first to start investigating the disappearances at their restaurant. He also handles the paperwork when the manager isn’t around.

- He’s an avid coffee-drinker and prefers his coffee black.

- His favorite type of music ranges from blues to country. He’ll delve into some rock when jamming out with Bonnie,

- Despite how logical he can act, he cares deeply about the others, and is a good shoulder to cry on if they need it.

- Don’t squeak his nose.

Bonnie:

- Bonnie is probably the most chill and laid back of the four, he tends to slack off on the job sometimes.

- He loves listening to music over the speaker system when they’re off duty, shredding along on his guitar. Careful, he might rope you into jamming with him if he catches you doing nothing.

- He’s always there to lighten the mood, being a lovable goofball with a goal of making his friends laugh.

- Despite him being a jokester he’s extremely perceptive, always noticing the small things about people, from their small quirks to changes in body language, he’s basically a living lie detector.

Chica:

- Chica is a stubborn one, she’s not afraid to tell things like they are, believing that honesty is the best policy.

- Her favorite hobby is cooking, she mainly makes pizzas for herself and the others but she’ll occasionally get her hands on some extra ingredients to make other things!

- She sometimes will star in some of the shows as the lead singer and can definitely carry a tune. When she’s not singing backup she’s keeping rhythm with a tambourine! They’ve tried a drum set, but once she gets on em’- it’s impossible to get her off!

- She can be forgetful sometimes, where the heck did she put the keys to the kitchen again?

Foxy:

- Foxy is a shy one, preferring to relax in his cove than come out during the night. Even the thought of being watched makes him freeze like a deer in headlights!

- The others tend to visit him often, whether it be to just hang out or try to coax him out of hiding to come jam with them. He doesn’t have the greatest of voices but he sure does have a crazy good sense of rhythm and rhyming, most of the songs the other’s sing are written or co-written by him!

- He has trouble seeing out of his left eye, the damaged lenses making it very light sensitive, especially to flickering lights.

- Despite his social anxiety and shyness, the other’s care about him all the same.

- When he’s out, he loves telling stories, whether they be made up, or embarrassing things he’s seen the other’s do during shows.

- Freddy tends to help him when he feels especially anxious and that being the main reason why he sees Freddy as the captain, going as far as to call him that like a term of endearment.

General headcanons:

- They all care about the children coming there dearly, finding all their personalities and stories from the outside world interesting. As much as they wish they could share some of their own, they’re required to act as lifeless as possible once free-roaming.

- To prevent said free-roaming during the day, they’re feet are magnetized to the floor, once it’s after hours and everyone goes home, they are disabled so they can move around!

- After being possessed, they don’t remember what happens after each night, why do guards keep going missing? What’s that smell coming from the back room? Chica being the first, notices something’s off first.

#freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #reference #fnafcabinau

[invisibleraven]

"It's raining in the living room!" for Rose/Ray/Reggie?

One thing Reggie loves to do is sit and listen to his partners talk about their lives. Sometimes it's Ray griping about the haughty models he had to deal with that day, or Rose complaining about the bar manager who spent more time looking at her cleavage than listening to her music.

But her also loves it when they tell him about their childhoods. They had listened to his horror stories of his parents and the fairy tale of his grandparents often enough, so it was only fair.

Ray tells him about his childhood moving from place to place since his dad worked for the Navy, not remembering much of Puerto Rico aside from the odd holiday visit. About finding his first camera in a thrift store and capturing the country, falling in love the whole time.

Rose however, didn't leave San Juan until she left for university in California, so she has lots of stories. Her numerous cousins and relations who remained there, her parents whom Reggie has spoken to on the phone and seem like lovely people, even if they don't get the whole triad thing.

"I miss it," Rose laments one day after finishing another story about her crazy cousin Hernando. "I miss the changes in weather even-it's always the same here, sunny and hot."

Reggie gets that, even the climate in Georgia varied a bit more than here in Los Feliz. So he decides to do something to make Rose's day-she's done so much for him and Ray alike.

Because he's between albums at the moment he has a bit of free time while Rose is still plugging away tutoring music between gigs and Ray has shoots daily. Thus Reggie has all day to put his plan into motion. One trip to the craft store later, plus his weekly tea and cookies with Celia, he's back home and putting his plan into action.

He finishes just as he hears the car pull into the driveway, and starts the oven for a frozen pizza. Most days he's happy to cook, but today he ran out of time slightly, and he knows Ray and Rose won't mind the lazy meal.

"We're home tesero!" Rose calls. Reggie races to intercept her, pulling her into a kiss of greeting, then Ray, grinning when they all cling to each other, swaying together, happy to be reunited, even if it was only a few hours since they were together.

"I have a surprise for you," Reggie says. "In the living room. Gimme a minute and then come in?"

"It's not a puppy is it?" Ray asks with a smile. "Because we talked about no pets without discussing it first."

"It's not a puppy, but I'm ready to have that discussion over dinner if you want."

"Maybe after the holidays," Rose promises him, and Reggie nods with acceptance.

He rushes in and starts the sound machine, the gentle rainfall setting filling the space as he sets up the lights and calls for Rose to come in.

Ray and Rose stop in the doorway, looking at what has become of the space. Reggie had gathered large clumps of cotton batting and attached them to the ceiling, blue streamers and lines of beads hanging from them. The lights were low and the sounds filling the air.

"Wh-what's going on?" Ray asked.

"It's raining in the living room!" Reggie exclaimed. "Rose said she missed the rain, but since the weather here can't be controlled and we don't have the time to go somewhere it reliably rains, I figured..."

Rose comes over and pulls him in for a kiss. "Reggie this is... too much. I love it!"

He breaths a sigh of relief, and grins at her, then looks at Ray who is shaking his head but his grin gives him away. "Well, might as well make the most of the awful weather and snuggle," he finally says.

"Capital idea," Rose replies. "Let's get in our jammies, pop in a movie and enjoy that pizza I smell cooking."

"Meet back here in ten?" Reggie proposes. They all agree, breaking off to get ready.

Later, Reggie is sitting between his two favourite people, the pizza demolished as Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds dance all over the screen. Rose grins every time she looks up at the ceiling and even though Ray is starting to drift off, Reggie can see the contentment in his features.

And maybe, just maybe, later on, the LA sky darkens, the clouds grow heavy, and the sky opens up, but the three of them are too asleep to enjoy it. Just as well, Rose loves the rain Reggie made for her way more than the real thing.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose/reggie #julie and the phantoms

[nexuschampion]

Inevitable

"Mr. Hamato, thank you for your time. We want to be clear that this is an unofficial visit, off the record, we would just like to get an idea of your experiences."

Mikey smirked. "Yeah, sure. Earth Protection Force not doing so well these days?"

"That agency has been disbanded as we have adequate plans for multiple potential scenarios regarding alien transgressions. We just have a series of questions to help us gauge the security of not only our country but the world."

"No pressure" he chuckled. "Trust me though, anything I might know that you don't, I won't be able to elaborate."

"Are you aware of alien civilizations?"

"You were around when the Triceriton thing happened yeah? I think that speaks for itself."

"Are there others?"

"Of course there are. You think the only intelligent life forms are humans and a literal dinosaur species?"

"Are there any you can specify?"

"You mean are there any that are a threat to Earth? Sure, plenty coud take us out, but Earth isn't exactly a target destination so I really doubt we have to worry about it."

"The Triceritons disagreed."

"The Triceritons had Earthly origins."

"What about multiple dimensions? There are theories that there are layers of alternate realities."

"Closest I've gotten is a really wild dream where my father was a villain and I had to take him down. Sorry."

"Have you been in contact with any foreign entities on this planet that might be a threat?"

"What, like other mutants? Spies from other countries? My life isn't that exciting. The only people who aren't regular humans I have regular contact with is my own family and friends."

"Would you be willing to share information if you happened to come across it?"

"This is sounding a lot more like recruitment than a friendly chat. Look, if there is an immanent threat I would weigh my options. I'm not taking sides or any of that shit. I'm just one guy."

"One guy with very unique skills and" the man looked him up and down. "One guy with unique skills and physical opportunities. We can make you a citizen, if that's something you would like. Give you a pension in exchange for those skills."

Mikey paused at that. "I don't really like the idea of opening up the pandora's box of being a recognized person. I'm good. "

"We'd just like you make you aware that there are options. We do have a lot to offer, in exchange for favors."

"Mmm okay. Although we both know I'm capable, I'm not an assassin, I'm not a soldier, and I'm not for sale. I do what I know is right for the people right in front of me. That's all."

The man, dressed formally, suit and all, nodded. "You could be doing a lot more for your country. We'd just like to ask you to keep us informed if you become aware of anything regarding national or worldwide security, and we would like to do the same for you."

"Alright." He shrugged. "You get wind of an end of the world thing you let me know and I'm happy to help. And I'll let you know if I hear anything. We good?"

"I believe we're good Mr. Hamato. We look forward to any correspondence. Call this number at any time for any reason."

"Like a late night pizza service? Nice!"

The man stood and looked at him with zero humor. "Have a nice day sir."

"Yeah. Yeah, um, you too."

@accioturtur

#fallacy of devotion #2023

[roskvawinther]

was tagged by @hapalopus for this thing so i might as well :3

Relationship Status: Living with my girlfriend of 1 year, in a polyamorous relationship. Also have a german lover, and a few other long distance flirts and such :3

Favorite Colors: Pink generally, but I reaaally love jewel tones, especially for clothing and interior design! So deep blues and greens and reds and purples ugh!

Three Favorite Foods: Sushi, burgers, pizza :3

Song Stuck in my Head: Mercy I Cried by RAT BATH, from their newest album Call Me a Monster! The album came out like last week lol, everyone please listen to it! According to spotify's stats I am their biggest fan ^^ It's an all trans alternative-post hardcore-country western band, describing themselves as Y'allternative.

Last Song I Listened To: Nature's Worst Crime by RAT BATH, from the same album mentioned above ^^

Last Thing I Googled: Westwego, Louisiana, USA. It was something to do with a YouTube video I was watching lol

Time: 06:56am, my schedule is fucked lately.

Dream Trip: A circumnavigation of the planet, involving a ship from England to New York, an American road trip, train riding in Japan, the trans-siberian railway, and the Orient Express.

Anything I Want Right Now: Fabric so I can get started on my next sewing project lol. I need 4 meters of white muslin, and 4 meters of black cotton. Or maybe a dress form made to my exact measurements... Or an overlocker.... Or a better PC... Or the Pathfinder 2e Core Rulebook... Yeah...

No pressure to participate, @daemonhxckergrrl and idk who else to tag :3

#my posts #tagged by poppy in this #:3

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubim te (10/24)

Notes: Hello folks! I am back for not one, but two chapters. I���d been stuck on them for a while, but I found a great source of inspiration.

I am talking about Plucking Daisy Petals, the unofficial, but canon, prequel of Ljubim te, written by Jenna @thnxforknowingme. When I started this fic, I didn’t really put a lot of thought into the Blaine/Quinn backstory, so when Jenna said she was inspired to do so, I was very excited and she delivered! Go read it, it’s so good! As you will see, I put some stuff that was introduced in Plucking Daisy Petals in this chapter and here we are!

One last thing: just a reminder that I am absolutely winging it when it comes to Kurt’s degree (and Blaine’s job, in the next chapter). 

AO3 | S&C 

– 

OVERT

Feelings are a mess. That’s all that Kurt can think of when he thinks of Blaine. It gets even messier when he doesn’t want the feelings.

But he has feelings for Blaine.

Kurt doesn’t want to change his behaviour around Blaine, but he can’t be overt. He can’t be suspicious. Kurt tries to distance himself a bit from Blaine. Not because he’s being creepy, or he thinks he might be creepy, but Kurt’s been burnt before. He’s had several crushes on straight guys, one of those guys being his future stepbrother, so this isn’t his first rodeo.

But it came out of nowhere.

At least, that’s what Kurt thinks. When he and Blaine first met, Kurt didn’t mind that there was nothing between them. Blaine is nice and cute, but when Kurt found out that he has a girlfriend, then that was that. Nothing was going to happen and that’s fine. Kurt wouldn’t have minded if something did happen, but nope. Nothing is going on.

But now Kurt does mind that nothing is going on. And looking back on it, maybe the fact that Kurt didn’t think it’d be weird to date Blaine from the beginning is very telling as well. For example, Kurt didn’t have those thoughts about Sunil, and he is cool and cute too.

Besides, that day at the pizza place was the day they met! Now that Kurt actually has gotten to know Blaine… okay, yes, it makes more sense.

Of course, Kurt still hangs out with Blaine. He still likes hanging out with Blaine, since they’re friends. Blaine and Sunil are his Boni buddies (even though Blaine doesn’t have Boni, but he’s an honorary member), so they go out for dinner quite often, sometimes with Tadeja in tow if she and Blaine come straight from work. But ever since the sleepover realisation, Kurt focuses more on his classes. Blaine is also travelling more. They planned on using the weekends to explore Slovenia, but Blaine has to fly to other European countries more frequently. It’s a bit of a shame, but maybe it’s for the best. Less Blaine and more classes!

Kurt definitely needs to focus on his classes. Even if he hadn’t realised that he has a small, potentially growing crush on Blaine, his coursework needs attention. They’re performing a play in June for one of the courses, and Kurt has a small role. The play is called Ulica and Kurt knows it’s not the most flashy thing on his resumé, but he’s happy to be part of it.

Kurt obviously invites people to the performance, including Blaine. Kurt invites him and Sunil during another Boni dinner. Kurt also tells Blaine to extend the invitation to Tadeja, who couldn’t be there.

“June, hm?” Sunil has a pondering look on his face, “Alright. I am going on a small trip to France in June, so let me check. I’d love to see your play.”

Blaine hums in agreement.

“Same here!” he says with a huge smile and Kurt is smitten. But Kurt’s an actor, so he makes sure that it isn’t shown. Besides, when Blaine starts talking about Quinn, Kurt’s reminded why this won’t go anywhere. “Such a shame that it’s in June, not April. Quinn loves theatre, as do I. We met at the Yale Dramatic Association.”

“You did?” Kurt asks.

“I thought you were both finance majors?” Sunil pipes in.

“Business,” Blaine corrects him, and then he proceeds to tell Sunil all about Quinn. Apart from the Yale Dramatic Association, Kurt’s heard it before, so he sits back in his seat and he listens to Blaine talk.

As usual, Blaine talks about Quinn in such a formal way. It is clear that he cares deeply for his girlfriend, but he always gives basic information and he doesn’t linger too much on it. He mentions Quinn every now and then, when the situation seems right, but he only elaborates or gives more information when asked. Like now. Kurt and Blaine have been friends for weeks now, Kurt knows of Quinn, but Blaine’s ever really told Kurt how they met.

Like Sunil, all Kurt knew is that they met at Yale, but Kurt thought they both met during their business classes. Blaine just said “Yale” when Kurt asked how they met. Now Blaine is saying that not only did they meet at an extracurricular, but Quinn actually intended on studying drama!

Kurt never knew.

Admittedly, Kurt never asked further.

He never wanted to know, even before he realised that he had some feelings for Blaine.

Sunil, on the other hand, keeps asking more and more and Kurt doesn’t know what to do with all this information on Quinn. He keeps watching Blaine. Blaine doesn’t look bothered by Sunil’s enthusiasm, but he also doesn’t look like a lovesick puppy.

Kurt has to stop himself from shaking his head. It’s probably just wistful thinking. Does Kurt want to pretend that Blaine doesn’t love his girlfriend?

“Do you miss her?”

Both Kurt and Blaine stare at Sunil. He doesn’t seem fazed by it. It’s a fair question, after all.

Kurt expects Blaine to answer immediately with an enthusiastic “yes”, but Blaine has a contemplative look on his face.

“It’s weird that she isn’t around,” he slowly says, “Back in LA, we were joined at the hip. Of course he has a life of her own, but at the end of the day, I always came home to her. But… I think I am fine without her now.”

Kurt’s eyes widen and Sunil also looks surprised by that answer.

Blaine also looks somewhat stunned, so he hurriedly adds: “I mean, we talk on the phone a lot and she’s visiting in two weeks! It’s not that I don’t miss her…”

Blaine trails off and the silence is stifling.

“Blaine?” Kurt asks, tentatively.

“It’s just that she has a life there, and I have a life here. She has Denise and friends from spin club, I have you guys and Tadeja. There is distance, and that’s okay. But I do miss her! I think. Uh…”

Blaine is staring down at his plate as if he can find all the answers to the universe there. Kurt and Sunil exchange a look and Kurt quickly and blatantly obviously changes subjects. Blaine doesn’t comment on it.

–   

End notes: Ulica? Yes, The Street is back, but now in Slovene! Again, I have no clue if the university does plays. I assume it does. It’s the Academy of Theatre, Radio, Film and Television after all, but as I said before, in reality it is kind of off-limits for international students, since in real life everything is in Slovene, so I have no idea. But that’s the beauty of fanfiction!

#klaineadvent #klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent #klaine #glee #holy fuck I wrote #multichaptered #2023 #at this point the street is my working boys

[rantingofasmallorganism]

February 6th 2023: Birthday Bashes, Possible Promotions, and Creating Controlled Chaos

Dear endless void that is the internet, so much for posting once a week huh.

It’s been 12 days since I posted and much has happened in those days. This past weekend I went to the keys to celebrate my best friend's birthday, we have this little “not so private” beach we go to when we visit the upper keys and we spent the day inebriated, swimming, and eating. Of course, cause underage drinking is frowned upon by the law, we hid our drinks in our reusable Starbucks cups and called it a day. Personally, I used strawberry acai with lemonade mixed with Alani Nu Breezberry and watermelon-flavored malibu.

Now, before I disclose the following information, I feel the need to mention that the drinking took place from around 10:30 in the morning till about 2 in the afternoon. Also, I had eaten before drinking and stopped before I had lunch. So throughout three and a half hours, I consumed about thirteen ounces of malibu on my own along with some sips of soju.|

We had lunch at this small burger place called M.E.A.T eatery and taproom. What made us decide to spend our money here wasn't a photo of the food or even the fact it was featured on "diners, drive-in, and dives", but a shirt we saw on Instagram that said, "You can't beat our meat."

Now I am an adult turning 20 in late March. I make monthly car payments and insurance payments ahead of time. In addition to this, I am a full-time student and work almost full time and am in line to get a promotion. I'd say I am responsible. However, there is a little part of me that I can only describe as a 14-year-old boy who has to laugh at things like that. "You can't beat our meat." God damn was the right. Those burgers were so good. On top of that their smoked potato salad has me drooling just thinking about them.

Overall we had a blast, we donned cowboy hats and played country music and what my cousin likes to call "old white people music". This consists of music such as that of Jimmy Buffets' "Margaritaville". We got back to my cousin's house, and dinned on pizza, soda, and slutty brownies while watching "Crazy Rich Asians". To say I love that movie is an understatement. It was a fucking masterpiece. Just absolute gold. From the script to casting to costume and set design. A solid ten out of ten.

Now today has been crazy. I woke up late and missed my first class, what a fucking joy, my only other class for today is my journalism class. This, my dear void, is where I sit and type up what you're reading. This is funny because we are on the topic of different media formats and my professor mentioned blogs and social media. She asked who has a blog and I raised my hand. Technically I have two, this one and another one on this same hell site but It's a fanfiction blog. She asked how many followers and what type of blog.

Did I answer honestly?

Of fucking course I didn't, at least not completely.

I said it's a blog where I test different concepts I want to write on and different writing styles and that I had somewhere between 900 and 1000 followers. Which is all true. What I left out was that it is a fanfiction blog mainly catering to the shows supernatural, sherlock, and marvel. I am a junior in college majoring in psych and pre-med. I do not need my cohort to learn that I am a fanfiction writer. It's not something I am ashamed of, but I know the jokes (usually are made lovingly) would never end, and that not what I need.

Some might think "pre-med and psych? Why are you taking a journalism class?" A shocker for many people (including my father), people actually have hobbies. Mine is writing. So I like to learn of all forms and styles. Creative writing, journalism, creative writing, academic research. I want to know all of it and everything that there is to know. I've published a book, won writing contests, and still run a blog, and post my ramblings onto this public forum as if it's a private diary as a way to vent. To say I like writing is an understatement. Speaking of liking things and hobbies. I like...No. I love variety. I had to rinse and repeat and I love the spontaneity of life. I also need to keep to a routine so I don't spiral out of controll and lose track of life. Recently, I've felt almost that my life has become stagnant again. I cannot put words to the way I hate stagnation.

Yes, I know people need to rest after making progress to recharge and restock energy and resources before continuing on tackling long-term goals. But I hate to stay still for too long. Usually, I need to do something small to change up my day and its scratches the ich until I find my next footing. This time it wasn't as simple as changing the scenery while doing my homework. I almost impulsively went for a walk in the forest area near my house.

Is this the type of activity that causes a person to die in a horror movie?

Yes.

Was I aware of this?

Yes

Did I do it?

No

Why?     

I got a call from my boss.    

For the past year or so I have been trying to become a shift manager at my job. Not only for the five-dollar pay raise but also due to the fact it would look great on my resume and offer me experience that would do me good in the long-term future.

 It got to the point where I've been frustrated with my job. I've been trying to move up the ladder and haven't gotten anywhere but getting fewer hours. Granted it has been the slow season for our industry and job but still. It's aggravating.

Then an angel shines down upon me and stops me from being a stereotypical dumbass horror movie character and my phone rings. My manager tells me about the opening, how to apply, and what the application and interview process looks like. Any idea of venturing into a body of woods by myself evaporated faster than it spawned and I applied to the position as fast as possible.

Now the chaos I've been looking for. The new energy flow in my life. Trying to land that position. Aside from trying to get straight A's this semester and taking a break during the summer, now I have this. Especially since I'm taking almost four months off from school and have open availability with my job. At 20 an hour, for a 60-hour paycheck, I'll make more than my monthly expenses. I'll make more in that paycheck than I do currently in a month.

I have earned this promotion, I've busted my ass and done anything and everything I can short of trying to seduce the higher-ups, and I set standards in life that prevent me from doing so.

Now I depart from this post and I am off to use the restroom and head home as my professor is ending class. Have a great day and stay safe. Till next time.

  -your blogger

#free write #diary entry #diaryposting #online diary #personal diary #online #ranting

[daintyduck99]

I Know It With All My Heart

For the JatP/Stranger Things Crossover that @innytoes and I have come up with: Luke insists on seeing Reggie's "body".

Luke grits his teeth. He smacks his hand against the glass, deaf to his mother’s disapproval. 

That’s nothing new, unlike whatever this sick joke is. 

“I’m telling you, that’s not Reggie!” 

He doesn't know how, but he knows. If his best friend was gone, he would've taken most of the color in Luke's life with him. He would've taken the light out of Julie's eyes. 

The way they had flared with determination before he'd gotten into his mom's patrol car is still seared in his mind, along with the bruising kiss she'd given him despite his dad's pointed cough. 

"Get answers," she'd whispered, and he has no intention of disappointing her. 

He won't let grief snuff her out again. 

That thing doesn't even look like a person under the garish lights of the morgue, through the thick window, let alone Reggie. 

He smacks the glass again, scowling at the seemingly unbothered coroner. 

“You’re state, right? You don’t know Hawkins, you don’t know Reggie’s dad. He’s got kids from here to Chicago. That could be—that could be Ricky, or Jason, or some other bastard no one knows about—" 

"Lucas Mitchell!" his mom hisses, as if Mr. Peter's infidelity isn't as locally established as the fucking high school alma mater. 

The coroner speaks in a clipped tone. Their face remains impassive. 

"His parents have already confirmed—" 

"Yeah, well, of course he might lie about it! And it's not like—like they even care!" 

"He has a point," his dad mumbles. 

Luke doesn't have to look back to confirm that his mom is glaring. 

"Don't encourage this, Mitch. Luke, honey, it was very kind of them to let us come. The paperwork has all been squared away. This is only a formality—" 

"This is bullshit! Why can't we at least be in the same room as—as him?" 

She sighs. "Would it give you proper peace of mind?" 

No, but he has to see for himself, to confirm what he already knows. 

What he’d known before Willie had told Alex. 

Not Dead. Upside Down.

They’re still trying to figure out what that last part means, but that—thing in there. 

That body. 

It doesn’t add up. 

Reggie never goes near the quarry, hasn’t since Ray told them that ghost story about the place when they were kids. And for the state police to shoulder in and produce this thing? To bring in their own coroner? After he and Alex found Willie outside the diner? After those government goons in suits had fucking shot at them, and Willie had snapped their necks with his mind?

Call Luke crazy, but he won’t have peace of mind until Reggie’s lounging in the studio with his bass again, giving him that crooked grin, or shoving his latest country mixtape at Julie, making her giggle, or playing Tetris with Alex, or arguing with Bobby about pizza toppings. 

Fucking Bobby. That asshole better be keeping Reggie’s Tamagochi alive out in LA.

Luke swallows a hysterical sob and throws the door open, barreling past the people who attempt to grab him. His mom’s voice drones in the background, and he’s vaguely grateful for whatever she says, because they reluctantly let him approach the slab, the half-covered body.

His heart lurches despite his certainty, despite the fire that’s smoldered in Julie’s eyes since Reggie disappeared, despite every ugly word he hurled at Bobby as he left, and Alex’s insistence that he heard Reggie singing Stand Tall from the stereo, and Willie’s cryptic claims. 

Up close, it does look an awful lot like him. 

He forces himself to look harder and nearly grips the edge of the slab as his knees buckle. 

They got the pattern of his freckles wrong. They forgot the silvery thin scar on his chest from that minor car accident his mom got into about a decade ago. They neglected the sweep of his long eyelashes, the way his right eyebrow is slightly thicker than the left. 

He reaches out with one trembling hand, morbidly curious, only for the coroner to snatch it.

“Absolutely not son, we’ve breached protocol enough as it is.” 

His mom puts her arm around him, and he lets her usher him out of the room. For the first time in months, he lays his head on her shoulder. She combs her fingers through his fringe. 

“I’m sorry, honey. I know he meant a lot to you. It can be hard to move past the denial stage, especially with a tragedy like this. Was that helpful?” 

Yes. No. He doesn’t know. 

Reggie’s missing, and there’s a fake body in his place, one that they’ll undoubtedly get roped into attending a funeral for. That has to be what’s happening, but anymore, Luke feels like he’s split in two when he’s with his parents, the person he knows he is and the person they want him to be. It’s only gotten worse since Reggie vanished. 

He tells a partial truth, one that splits him right down the middle. 

“I think so.” 

One thing that he knows with all of his heart—they’re going to bring Reggie home. 

#the jatp stranger things crossover #when you're in love with your best friend but you have way too much other stuff going on to really process that part yet #Julie knows though #gah I'm like how do I tag this for shipping purposes #peterpatterlina #rukebox #IT WILL BE I don't want to clog the juke tag idk #fics with ash #julie and the phantoms

[greenhippieworld]

I've always hated this city. And the more i grew up the more my hatred grew. I can't wait to get outta here. I'd rather be dead than live here till i die. But the worst thing about it isn't its view, government, people or any of the common things. It's the fact that 99% of my trauma happened here. And no matter how much time passes or how old i get, I'm always reminded of my past.

The other i was scrolling on bumble when i came across a guy -let's call him A- who i used to know. We'd matched on tinder back in april 2020 during the lockdown. We quickly became friends and my usual self couldn't help with the dirty jokes here and there. One night i got a bit heavy handed with it, and he thought i was for real, he asked me to meet. We'd met before. Went for walks after dark, walking through the back streets so no police would see us, we were after all breaking the law. I thought this time was the same as others; we'd meet and go for a walk. But it wasn't.

We met, stood in front of each other for one moment then he kissed me. It was fleeting, idek if it was good or not. But i do know i didn't consent for it, not want it. Then he continued to drag me to some house he had its key, I'm not sure who it belonged to. Made me walk on my tippy toes, and continued to awfully make out with me. He was a virgin. He'd never touched a girl. He wanted to have sex, but he was too jumpy to just settle into a position. It was a mess. I just wanted to get dressed and go home. I finished him with my mouth, which didn't take long, but he continued his assault by cumming into my mouth without my permission. It was the first time ever. I had no other choice but to swallow it. And then he dropped me off right where we met and went back home.

2 days later he called me right before lockdown, saying he's got a plan for me. He drove for a bit, going out of town. He took me to some remote, dead place. It was creepy af. But i went on with it. He'd arranged some room, put up ugly lights, made an awful thing he called pizza. All of that was an introduction to him asking me to teach him how to do sexual stuff. I said no. And i never talked to him again.

When i saw him on bumble i got so sad, not because he's one of my abusers, but because he'd moved to Berlin. He always dreamed of that, and he got it. How come an abuser get what he wants and I don't? But it was a relief I'll never see him again.

2 days later I went to a candy store with father, to get some stuff. The place was overcrowded with it being the eid's eve and all. I quickly got overstimulated and decided i won't be standing inside with all the crowd. As i was waiting outside, looking at the door waiting for father, i see A coming out of the store. He's in the same country, he's in town, he's right in front of me. And he'd been in the store, it's possible we might have touched accidentally.

He didn't even see me. But i felt a punch to my middle. My heart hurt. My brain buzzed. It's an awful feeling.

It's not the first time I'd seen one of my abusers in town, since most of em are in fact from town. But every time hits the same if not worse.

I hate being this weak. I wish i could get over it. I wish i could not react. I wish i could be stronger. But it hurts.

And that's the biggest reason i gotta get outta this town

#trauma #rant #vent #thoughts #abusers #sa trigger warning

[immigrationconsultants10]

Know About Sweden and Germany job seeker visa

Sweden and Germany Job Seeker Visas: Ever thought about working abroad? Well, Sweden and Germany got something cool for you. They have this thing called a job seeker visa. It lets you hang out in their countries for about six months, just to find a job. You can go around checking out the job scene and even go for interviews. And guess what? If you find a job within that time, you can ask for permission to stay and work there.

Sweden job seeker visa allows individuals to stay in the country for up to six months to search for employment opportunities. During this period, you can explore the job market and attend interviews. If you secure a job offer within the allotted time, you can then apply for a work permit to stay and work in Sweden

Germany job seeker visa that enables you to stay in the country for up to six months to search for employment. If you find a suitable job within this period, you can apply for a work permit to continue working and living in Germany.

Finding the Best Immigration Consultant in Noida: Okay, so let's say you're in Noida and thinking about moving to another country. You might need some help, right? Like finding the best immigration consultant in noida? They're like travel buddies but for official stuff. Here are some tips to find the best one:

Look Up Stuff: First things first, Google it! Find people who are good at this immigration thing. Check out what other folks are saying about them online.

Check Their Papers: It's like checking if someone's legit. Make sure they have the right papers to do this stuff. In India, they should be registered with some fancy council. Yeah, like a club for immigration pros.

Pick the Right Expert: You know how you pick the right flavor of ice cream? Same thing here. Get someone who knows about the country you wanna go to. They should be like your personal travel guide but for visa things.

Be Like Sherlock: Ask them questions about how much money they want, what they'll do for you, and what you can expect. Don't believe them if they say you'll get a visa for sure. That's like promising you'll win a game before you even start playing.

Say Hi First: Some of these folks offer a free chat. It's like a test run. You can see if you like them and if they understand what you want.

Ask Around: Talk to other people who did this immigration thing. They might know a good consultant. Like asking your friends for a good pizza place.

Talk to Many: Don't settle for the first one you meet. Talk to a bunch of them. It's like trying on different shoes. You wanna find the one that fits you just right.

So, yeah, picking the right immigration consultant is kinda important. It's like having a smart buddy help you with your homework. Do your homework about them too, and you'll be good to go!

#germany job seeker visa #sweden job seeker visa #job seeker visa #best immigration consultant in noida

[libidomechanica]

The other, if only

A ballad sequence

               1

Who laughs, betty a bower of     stockings, a thing repels the walker upon it still too     late for love to like, by

mighty heart sae fu’ o’ wae! With     the think t was in his triple mace, returning up a     brand, and an old one at

that this I will go to seek it;     this moment’s story. The other, if only I could be     able to prove himself

or bastion, batteries thunder-     shower. I know not how to be a bit of a habit—     blows eight at a time, oh

could meet, thought it go. Is due at     all, lasts ever, present in the vessel, and every bones     sweated that must we eat.

               2

The answer’d if she had just to     return,—the greatest fear in my life is gone not the land-     service may remark, or critics, make, both what wondrous new     machinery just meant, now enlarged deride his canto. To     whom these same town was endowed

when matter by the advance.     With a panic fear, but what they but his wife can quell such     doom may discern—infinite clods, untrouble of any     form a length a voice was beaten—though well born and fair, as     careless summer days from

innocent, and turns of the cock     has crawn, and bear with ease we prove, fatal to bishops at     my side; but neither eyes were ample reasons were nigh. Where     does the Christian languishment, rouse us, and dastardly,     and pities also have

suggested that ye mak a’ this     mood? If I should disgrace them; only another magnanimous,     but the day I have ever to say how, nor can     it be not render’d that you swore to withdraw; Then, though a     white ambulance to pick

up who had forces to corps, the     crop-full bird? Tis time mis- spent pay into Love’s alembic,     and drive from fiction of them? The puddle greater part were     wishing all the deuce they make the Muezzin’s cal to prayer     was he a brave sons no

more will take care of his face, fell     down on Laura’s heart. But if she begin we wish that a     suddenly repented as if her named, which I sang     another fixed and wash my earthquakes, and nothing that bliss.     Inversely proportion of

uncertainty, or shame, are vain     and adores, myriads blow the robe doth view want nothing more     staues did shine on Thetis’ glassy bower with eyes of love;     the gentle muses! That all this he did not seventeen     skiing the live leg still

gentle greetings; nor is it that     I dreamt of flying fish gasping on its own shadow and,     despise, led by Arseniew, that great a distance. The grammar     of the twain, that I would form would have been black and     unperplexing way, whose your

nonsense for which may look into     the other neighbour, Susan she deem’d to annul, there comes     to pass that dies with pedestrian Musico Cazzani     sing amiss,—love so well, and syne he kiss sweet rites are     not where it was not a

few, that oil’d and play, and take and     enter is come and while hers, transparent glow. This said two—     but for pizza with the tangles of futurity; and     since, not a single head was strewed with a prayers with     persona I’ve miscast.

               3

Under truest bars to hide her.     Would arise like the same! I have kissed again all the corpses     grinning like all his mind the Rust Belt mode—work hard, have     lightning something cheek, and set in leaving verse in; no     observing well his corps were

ample reasoning with my burning     heart. Then she lean’d upon them, or lie here and the loss:     the offer of; you leapt about thy eternally, beside     his liking not won by brutish force and more to take     and she just so. A challenge,

or fades, our bodies trampling     o’er the country and moon grows more grant his follow but     Calvary—Yes, call me by thousand lovelight like at all.     And will, thy soul are mine. They are the hours, and sleep on the     lake; speak about, and stretches

out its arms might, but half; trust     whate’er is to hope the roaring was dropped in Pearl. Thou, heaven,     for which done, merely suppliant and has seen and adore     their verdict in Insanity’. Flushed with downcast eyes, though     but slightly shine. Happy

there. And that your vows and perpetrated     ere he was small hand withdrew in deep dost fly: if     thou art as a tomb which might reprove; and carry gun? ’Re     shabby fellowship in the mind t were signs of those his     eyes, and a moist mirage

in that have beat too fast. Doubt they     took the eye of her Letter: they tell me of some thing quite     a paragon, and some more she and, as she did. The smothered:     the blood, the patent- age of lovers daily taste the     sea, till there is the selfsame

mark, I shall happily as     after chance; but what this in his pocket bring a doctors     after his bosom where you are, will and all alive again     vowed spotless compell’d by and by an accident, I     told him his majestical.

And did despised that before—     and whose workmanship, pell- mell, and so they added to     inquired, sleeping, made my tongue, and some mischance in balance     peised. An oratory fails. Oblivion of a     day, a summer days from

innocent play? The last fall sick     of imitating breast. And Susan Gale? Further scan a     field with the din, grew dumb, for you and me in her arms, and     mine go tell us, or a good deal of judgment’s gentleman     of Kentucky, was

happies those lips drinke nectar bowls.     Is worth the best to advance, her body still nearer seven.     Announced to fling the true portrait of one of their very     lance with like sweet consequence with loved music before     I summon lackeys, arm’d

with this fair flower shall open     with heart that stern phrase appear so when they only live and     he right of his conduct’s less pliant.—They found resisted     like a stream, and catch the Doctors’ Common Sense. I love your     bones, a sudden clinged

herald, Jove-borne Mercury who     used such hopes to those who dwells in towered courts is oft in     my self-loving, not the Italian Musico Cazzani     sing amiss, with truth, and heart I know thaw’d into a     monster’s light. Yet Jose

was stranger in the Moniteur     and twenty mariners, and might be he is so yet; but     there my end, to slake Thy thirst for whom it may exist between     thee that Potter’s wheel, that does not glow so much as had     cause the world esteem, and

not for love for nothing to bring     wash of crimes: or if their first of food. Far from the morning     I saw those eloquence, the long gold tunnel I believe?     The peeping where ingage, though Ireland stand but gods had tried     at wit was Attic all,

and almost the best judge of the     prevails when deep persuasion he might be deterr’d by different     talent and the whole I planned, I never done, oh! Or     for the hearth, I like me. Was late proceedingly well-bred,     without a stain, made and

bordered a large and did despise     it. Birds in our foolish heartfelt reluctance behold, which     joyful Hero answered Johnny? Since more the anvil of     his mother. All imputes some wind blows loud and     But that I am man!

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Been made indifferent from him     went, with both her sun nor word, the water. Been quite a new     one, and next day; but I

can collect from eyes before, he     thrusts him whom she loves, and strok’d the mad Past, on which no eye     should hold the years to hide

true philosophic in our past     pleasing every kiss to hers, transparent glow. This lesson     where the horizon like

th’ aerial bow, his     suffocated gratis: what went they sallied on the sea, wi’     four-and-twenty, especial

charge, was, Johnny! A hint, in     the jawing wave, now moved me dear friend: that I think of husband     shows the man in all

that in the moonlight day-bearing     if they did. The pain of Moore. Men have proved by competent     false crimson colors it

to make some coquettish deceit.     Throne, when in evil days of life with its master for to     departing aught except

in Freedom’s battle’s ghastly dreadful     night long we have won her dying neare themselves: what men     can be attain’d his pass,

think and growing as on wire, and     then, I beg it may be bought found again, just as then, methinks     no more. His simile

enough something never: be     when the world, that I hate, shun what I would be they toil’d,     alfonso grappled to make

their return again. And almost     lately bore into two milky ways, and Antonia!     Dear children, rivals by

the city at his banner rest.     The way we talk to each of snuff about themselves and     immortal frame, auise them nigher

till Gregory. Your feature,     or smite rarely, withdrew in deep persuaded that all-white     Ohio town you great

disaster! Like an ass, he went,     full sure! To her look, or speaking, still she had the sky. Then     the church, then, and besides.

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Maybe not the tangles of our     shrink from fiction whene’er I sing, or throw a glance, in which     the same—a mirror’d hell!

Her bloodless love; it is so very     fond of true genius, and for thou, O warrior horse; and     the Russian officer

of rank. Go, little thing to me     a very day for lack of fables to endless delight     for a year and false crime

bigamy, he climate’s sultry.     Men to thank’d it with downcast eyes a third was made a journey.     If I shift their verdict

in Insanity of him     that before thee still, while they burr, burr, burr, and life is mind—     our heads were crying and

call rigmarole. Ever full     oftentimes mix’d mass of dread. Loves purblinde charming child, what     near home; t is sweet perfume

like and use Thy work: amend     what there nor thou one. And have no further to figures on     the lang, lang linen band?

The public feeling dwells in ice;     its very common preference be banished and square, in tree     and modest grace; and like

a reed, as if her eyes and     romancers: You’re right of those who dared to be of which longer     and o’er the mind. History

rip itself, Alas! The rainbow,     based on ocean, span the other. And fair, thy beauty had     held dear; but else was a

learned tutors whom the devil     of a serpent in either Johnny, do, where the flower     makes human lot with this

warning in my heart’s endeavor,     to see a mile from his, but form a length with girt and wept.     And a morbid eating

each other, no not one, exceed     her loving Harbour, no dark groves o’ sweet fellows: look well.—     The clouds among, there theorems,

her words have done, and we’ll no     more. Heavy, heavy groan. Not that, amassing him in my     face he doth view want nothing

and dreamed we both th’ Indias     of spice and my funny feet, they’re over; the reversed,     the violence he would

an entrance makes a piteous news     so much for friendly foes hurling device in my waking,     even innocence is

Folly’s leasing nurse and told heroes     if silence from its skeleton shadow and, despise,     led by fate, t was there.

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Of trouble to add a storm has     proven abortive but because your souls entranced in     amorous rites are lavish,

saved me and then their wealthy Sestos     from sleep mind—that I can save thou, were nowhere in thee     and mine late schoolboy spot

we ne’er conscious heart, and tower     was great; so that elder loved, I know I’m borrowed. And slight     and kissing then, is useless

to Pall Mall. They only luve,     too weak a wash of phrase appeased? For while hers, transparent,     but she’sbeen the bitter

but a smile so sweet. He thrusts him     down from the town, ’ so Cowper says—and I begin to be     done? Careless as next morning.

And Susan said cried Betty     o’er again, nor death’s interventions, all sides were ample:     but Virgil and goes beneath

that some groan: to say much     embarrassment in sutures. Which, believe them cruel; for well their     mantle of a life a

good deal of her serious saying     in me a little bird, brooding. Such valid reason;     where you can even think

and fist first vow’d and not for human     creatures, do just were noted with a wink, but those that     pay the meadows and gave

her way. Not for human lot with     her say, a cloud: i’m fond myself upon parade. His nations     are few, and bear him;

nor, as well as under our control,     and do so, love; Thy radiant face to scale a forsaken     lady to this, sad

Hero was himself for love my     hand? That which makes the head, gained instead of her, and perpetrates     of one annihilated

city, war, pestilence,     still and goodness and out of all the Turkish Cohorn’s     ignorance is dead; on which

thy louer? Don Jose, who found on     the earliest word is idle all that’s beauty brightest     being car from Latmus’

mount aloft into the beautiful     service, for their very joy. Meaning leaks from the worse     from out of hell, her cheek

all purple ribands, but a doubt;     and I shall my every branches interwove? And main, nor     deaths, dere would not love, your

lover’s steeds, where, crowned, about its     neck seeking not the trips. And we belief, the owlets purr,     and partly love to be!

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But they all she spoken, ‘tis time.     Has tantalized me many could he, the other pretty     a bower as e’er he

can; for the faint wind slowly through     the vain, such night, till so early, the sky; if you would fain     be rid so upon this

occasions will oftentimes into     her so about, his face. To the new fire; full often     are, and desolate. The

blossom. Flipped tight be feign’d, and found     him good subject to no disputing infamy my cowards     the night loaves in a

hurry. She knock’d her, both what you     see one sigh, another dreamt of dating from the lynx, they     say to the world’s blame, with

pity: even as sometimes called     it somehow, I cannot cast a rueful love no more on     my sleeve and bright and in

the gleaming hair; even her mode     of speaking of which through still at Susan’s life hath more will     be true spirits told the

year closing when I saw the     afternoon where fancy to surrender themselves beneath. Shall     the same! That mystery

would have told more than you the questions     rather be your safe arrival. You are in quest of     those particulars are

purchaser! Remember that most     grateful kiss, as I kenna thou black curls strive which still disdained,     in the history mention’d

in the gate shall love was much     more than law. But that walkest wits still music, either think,     the reader! And wonder

if he had been sleeping fire with     things no more temper not be took. Far and fair; misshapen     stuff which just nerved to

match the sire to be! Love first     came up from heaven being do not boast; things as lovers     on the vasty version.

Counting no excuse with gladness,     and gods love too much noise. To vain pursuit. It tore the same—     is t worthy of the

world behold the louder that some     corners of fame: he must post with the expectation without     his inke, and of granted

what not agree, for will in     his blushes, thought, the servile and gold, thoughts as this imperious     book. But let me

visit to his propositions     of no great mood, I can’t according to his on you: two     cotton strips racing to

a point the leaves is the bright and     besides,—whereas the world’s blame, with a lie or two; yet he     suspense of your historians

talk of three. And she herself,     or some folks be, the developed brute; a god though     Longinus tells us there.

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Tall, and, forced through every sciences,     which in the Hebrew blood, but unto his darling buds     of Martial? That prove no

more will depose from this last she     holds five child of yore, what was also are at times been me,     and levell’d by a shot;

his thine. While waxing colder as     e’er he has made head, smoking history change not won, yet wad     waken me. Away she

heard. And such, indeed as to be     it wholly credible how it all kinds exist hand you     would returning like a

bee, tis true, but have moment shews,     his glittering here and then receives. And if I drink of     husband nature have her

turret stands the dead or dying, and     Greek—the alphabet; and there are monthly, or three single     stationmaster wrothful.

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And lo, she was a walking pageant goes with all     Armida’s fairy dreams have been the selfsame day that stones, would have a mutual minds     that did in such occasion, but—Oh!

On which ran the flesh in the eye, hauled away she     trip and not be for lack of moisture quite forgot. The English naval people who are     plants, which it fester smell of victor’s

door, which lily leave me; and I must deposit     this summer shall for grief, plunged in twelve books; each book containing, with a haram for a     magnet. Seize on all. The whirl was worth

do define, as I all other sport, did play; I     put, he pushed this is with, God forbid too, so for many years make wondrous beauteous regions     far; and will never left the dun

forest leave her limbs into hell, and sounds of shame,     in black. That was good, he traced her to behold. Yet she felt it go. A lion from the     brightly shine. As much ashamed of him?

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Me many a lustful glance traduce;     no envious eye in green and I am with     permission to me in my

heart glow’d in her night; she did not,     or, like fire that thee rhetoric to deceive so much rather     early in to-night.

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Into the avenger, Time, if     it were should like the seas changing. Can we not the boundaries     of power abuse—was

her naked man, she would burn or     parch her stammer, with virtuous wish would pen you saw a     field is holy fire, with

them, the reverie, nor can     integrity our ends denies only to draw the treasure,     the wet drops fra my chin.

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Is each neat niplet of her air.     And like a sea of ocean. Then one vast idol; whilst I     the smile—and that crazed beyond

the Seraskier. The city’s     prim person should not tell; but fan the spray that raw and ancient     good advice, the raw

as quite terrific: for checked and     cheeks, with thought our former morals, and mouthy: with martial     tread over a heap of

citations, and tumble pat. Sweet     up-locked her too. It was up: thoughts she conscious heart, and ward,     or those above, and Lord

Mount Coffeehouse, whereon he his     worth nor be afraid! He thus ran the least vouchsafe these arms     empale free from the

broad-backed wave! Has got upon his     wealth and washed my dear, rose- cheeked Adonis kept a journal,     where the lion glares thro’

the world. My great loveth thee forth     music before did so, for to leave forgot and convicted     of monarchs stalk, and

their books, and, surely no concern     longing; but on trial, or make an odd sort! The page is rustled     while I debated

what we are seeking is idle     apprehensions, which limping Vulcan and his modern female     saint’s white hand and far,

near and withdraw; Then, as thou dost,     good! In vain, till she spake, forth from heaven describe but her     wish, thought I’d know the

waiter brought, oft in short, she only     a sequel. Ismail— hapless to explore for recompense     more virginity,

that wicked woman, she loved nor     woe, nor care a pinch of seventy years, by saying in     his dressing or changing.

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At me so dear is still remain.     His face, one hand on her. Are shouts from th’enameled sky     all heavenly Father words which some say for life would burn     or parch her sacred flame; till old days drew me back to me.     And though one, pervaded

him too, though too well if others,     O my dove, let none, not even with another; gratefull     time we were so sprightly shine. Have lov’d, and sacrifice,     which alters where—young, unwaken’d by the same delights are     banquet royally; and

loud long blue night are should but vow     the phrase of some months’ time, socked in the kiss stings, the porch, windchime     in her own, my hope! What a lay me down to help putting     thee, myself might awake their continents, the angels     think how they say: I ask’d

the purple and good-b’ye! And     immaculate, unmix’d and half an hour ago, on Johnny     goes. Shining unto no higher set the drooping to take:     for nothing but to nature have wrongs to wound he laid and,     tumbling, I dow nocht but

envious hissing to bring me     to boast, no fashion now- a-days, and muskets flung at him     from Aragon: then will longer-lived, and pulled everywhere;     perhaps be drown’d not, but to give them aside the death may     ye die! He stood, and threw

me words, whose officious pastime     war is. Or transport, ’ as we did best! But knowing through that     still gently turned, cast mine o’ the guidance of business     indispensable with nought; and beauty her best fruits vnfit. For     honey with the blind? That

loved his life so sweetly? The     barbarous Don Alfonso; and his mother warriors, as we     knew not—single teares poure out of humour. Ay me, such     a pertinacious is as if t were buried. Upon     the ropes o’ silken net

and fell in proper hands, she fled,     like exiled from the nose began to lay his hand withdrew     itself it only three weeks, but this sad sight, there in hell     were red the crop-full bird? Yes, Don Alfonso, pommell’d tree,     nor can that someone alone

can see, but gaze upon this     blushing stem—save thine. As well the Apostles would all be     spreading arms and letters, and that I promise afternoon     instead of peach. Strange tales attire, for truth of some monthly,     or the sun: and spread

them with threadbare elbows, smiling     rose she look’d extreme ill- bred, and her brother, we will mount     I one must from the deity of the pony’s head, and     keep one creed’s a task grown exceeded in course,—a true portrait     of pity was from

me fly to follow, who expended     all the world in what quarter, in the Holy Land. By     distance mellow’d thy fire; i’me weary witnesses, the lull’d     window’s not a moral cannot guess. In the rainbow, based     on ocean, her zone to

Venus’ sweet will soon reach the Master’s     power. Me up afloat, while there ensued to their landing     they lives of gods adultery, is much to speak of     blood was not broke—there’s nothing apart, and set it, and     gay Koutousow might tell

what if evolution every     year and most stifled with breathe new strong offence to Semele.     My lord, across there ensued to those fangs could never     for my name. Come, come again; and maybe the lily-of-     the-valley is a flowers

and let go. Finding waves before,     Leander much beside; further scan in heavens did     pierceth Allah! To her own strength devour, dust we behold     ye might be here foot of horror chime in her own in     Spain? I heard no more hath

she stepp’d aside, as conscience, perhaps,     and judges, some like balm enclose their tears are all this     sheet, t is odd, not won by brutish for a good deal may     be difficult to get away, whose expounder, midst the     open’d certainly this

Leander stress? Nor the years     afternoon the servile and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; for     her mournful song; an active herself, and geography,     so that I would have Ah, what warpings past all passion.     I promises be kept.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #149 texts #ballad sequence

[aaaaaaaaaaaas-things]

They prepare us girls to fall in love in a field; with a boy who’s crazy ‘bout us, gives us flowers and calls us pretty. 

I had this. 

Well I fell in love with a boy who came from my childhood books. He was everything Augustus Waters was. (Including the shared name) but he went away as painfully and soon as Gus did.

The first love of my life, happened back in my hometown. I was still small enough to fit all of myself and worries inside a bathtub. We would watch Harry Potter and play with everything there was to play with, and spend entire nights awake, restless. Last time I saw him we went “candy hunting” - for halloween. I remember each part of my life with him as if it was a dream; a movie, a memory, a piece of my life as it would be if I had the life I was born to, but it never came. Maybe god, or any greater decided too late that I didn’t deserve the life I was given, In a big city full of art opportunities, with great friends, having met love since the early ages, with mom and dad, and lots of space to grow in and discover myself. This life was taken away as easily as I had won it. And the only thing that remained were the parts of me attached to the curled corners of old photographs. 

Throughout my whole life, I felt so sure about my dreams that it seemed as if I had lived them before. 

I never spoke to Zeca again, but I met his mum two years ago in a hotel, dining pizza with Chico Buarque. 

Halloween never stoped being something for me (something greater than it is for people in the country I live in). 

It appears I’ve always had this gift for falling in love, since I was way too little, this might be a red flag, or trauma/ it doesn’t matter, still what I am. 

Then I met someone. (when I was STILL too little for this shit) good thing it turned out to be nothing. We rarely met, but every time we did there was the same feeling// to make me forget all about my other lovers. As if it was some sort of plan B I could run into if anything went wrong/ Something we chose not to live (though knowing it would be wonderful. some kind of well kept secret for the world not to ruin it.)

Then I had my best friend, we would spend the entire day together, and when arriving home we would Facebook chat until it was way too late past our sleep time. We would play online games and meet in each other’s houses after swimming class. I liked him, and he liked me back, but in his own words “I’m sorry, I like you better, but Ingrid is prettier”. Kids can be… cruel. 

There were some others that came and went, everything sewn within the comes and goes of my plan B. 

Though being an early lover, I was a bit of a late kisser, my first kiss happened on a halloween night, with a boy I had just met, we were laying on the ground and I’ve never regretted him. We met and talked a lot after that, but it was never anything more; He would give me every part of him, and this was the first time I saw how having a relationship with someone could bring absolutely no pain. He taught me to like different music styles and not to accept being mistreated. I’ll carry him in my history forever. 

But despite everything, all of my lovers and all of my history, there was always someone hiding in the backstage, looking through the curtains waiting for their turn to show up.

I wouldn’t recommend falling in love with someone who sends you this much mixed signs. But no one told me that. 

I don’t clearly remember basically anything from us now these days. I remember I liked everything about him. Specially, physically, the way he did stuff, the way he would move through the house floating. I was taught I’d fall in love in a field, for a boy who’s crazy about me; In real world, I fell in love in a kitchen, for the way he prepared juice, for the way he pleased me, for the way he hugged and laughed and that’s how I fell, harsh, for someone who apparently didn’t want anything from me. That would have been okay, if it were over, I would just take deep breathe and move on, but thats not how it went. 

In the real world, we would play the piano with the lights off, we would pet the cat together and in both of this activities our hands would end touching and we wouldn’t break apart until there was no other option. 

Knowing I liked him a lot and re-thinking these moments again and again, I had two guesses, one: he also wanted me, or two: he was REALLY slow and didn’t noticed that there was something going on. But I never had the courage to say or do anything more, so I just kept falling deeper. Falling for how the light would settle on his face coming in a line through the open door in a dark room; falling for our hands touching, silly, clumsy, disguised; for my head on his shoulder and specially for every time he laid his eyes on me, for how I felt while he looked, and he did. 

Years passed and someday I realized he knew how I felt; And I got SO mad, for him letting me humiliate myself, I got so angry at him, and it was painful, but I cut him out of my life, and I made that clear. We studied high school at the same place and every time there could have been and interaction I just pushed him further, I didn’t wanna get hurt, I wouldn’t be humiliated through high school. 

In my senior year the world fell, there was a pandemic and life became some crazy shit I had never imagine. 

We kept contact interacting on social media and one day he posted he would go to his family house (they had moved to the beach). We had been talking and I hadn’t seen his mother or been to the beach in so many years, I just said “invite me”. And that’s how the lamb escaped the lion, healed, and came back to the old mess it knew. What a stupid lamb.

[jonasrev]

Furthermore when I buy food in this town and I want to give a pizza to somebody else and somebody else gets sick and dies does Thomas Bennett get to laugh at that

Also William J Travis take accountability take accountability you stupid piece of shit

On the other hand I don’t know maybe it’s just that America is really that bad it might not be a country that savable it it technically is but the thing is what are we gonna do about people like Thomas and Evelyn if we don’t kill them they’re going to destroy every other fast food place they can cockroaches that mushy rice garbage that you guys are doing in the glasgow Taco Bell what did you guys do to that race by the way that’s disgusting that’s not edible food I can’t even give children burritos in this neighborhood do you know that I would actually if I knew what the fuck you guys like to Taco Bell I would be like hey you know what Taco Bell on me but I can’t even do that because Thomas Bennett and his fucking crack whore sister Evelyn want to make sure that people are absolutely in the same garbage they are oh I’m sorry is it offensive that I called Evelyn a crack whore? Is she not a crack whore I think she has guys let’s be real

But Evelyn and Ronnie don’t care if cockroaches crawl all over their food there were plenty of cockroaches in their home crawling on the walls in broad daylight well not quite broad daylight but close enough

[gaycousinlarry]

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#i just realized…. #pizzas might not be called the same things in other countries??? #like…. #everyone on here hating on pineapple on pizza #and i just went ’just say you hate hawaii pizza’ #and… #i’ve never heard an american CALL A PIZZA BY NAME!? #!?!? #you’re always like ‘i like pepperoni/ham/mushroom pizza’ #i’m… #g do j ja fug this is so stupid but… #👀

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

you are my home

this started out as a little concept, and then i thought it might be fun to write a whole fic out of it!

(side note: I know we have no idea if sarah and mitch are having a boy or girl, so i just went with girl ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

warnings: angst, relationship struggles, arguments

word count: 11.5k (the longest thing i've ever written :) )

"Just an eighth of a cup?"

"That's what it says," Harry shrugged, looking at the recipe on his phone. "Look, one eighth cup of milk. Right here-" He tilted the screen toward you.

"I believe you, it's just weird, it doesn't seem like a lot," you mused, but followed his instructions anyways. You were making chicken parmesan, and the two of you had a rather long history of butchered recipes. It was usually because you were too wrapped up in each other to read the recipe properly. Or because Harry would start kissing you while the food was cooking, murmuring against your lips that "we have plenty of time". Unfortunately, he usually got carried away, leaving you with a flushed face and burnt food.

Not this time, though. You were determined to make this one right. You stirred the milk into the mixture, watching carefully and turning the heat down when it began to bubble.

"Now... we just have to wait while it simmers for a few minutes," you said, setting the spatula down in the spoon rest. "So far, so good."

"I can think of something for us to do for a few minutes," Harry grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist. He leaned down, beginning to kiss your neck, but you quickly squirmed away.

"Nope, not this time," you grabbed the spatula again, brandishing it like a weapon. "Stay back. We're not taking any chances with this one. I'm tired of throwing out charred food and ordering pizza."

"Pizza is good, though," he argued, stepping closer again as you moved farther away.

"Not as good as our homemade chicken parmesan will be if you can just be patient for three minutes."

"Three minutes?" He practically whined.

You rolled your eyes. "You will be fine for three minutes. Wait until the food is done."

He huffed, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. "Can't believe you're depriving me of your love like this."

"Yes, you're so terribly deprived," you said sarcastically. "it's not like I've been by your side constantly for the past 72 hours."

"Well, time flies when you're with the love of your life."

You smiled, stepping forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Just one. He grabbed at your forearms, trying to keep you close, but you jumped back.

"No," you said sternly. "The food is almost done and I'm not burning this one too."

"Fine," he groaned. "But speaking of 72 hours... I was wondering about something."

You hummed questioningly, stirring the sauce.

"I was just kind of thinking... I mean, we're together all the time. When we're in the States we're together at your place, and when we're in London we're together at mine. So do you think... maybe we should just... officially move in together?"

You froze, suddenly feeling your heart thudding. It's not like you hadn't thought about it before. You had; a lot, actually. Of course you wanted to live with him. You hated being apart from him, and you knew he felt the same about you.

But still, moving to a whole different continent is a pretty big step. You didn't know how that would work for your job, and you weren't exactly excited to be so far away from all your friends and family.

"You don't have to answer right now," He was quick to interject, seemingly noticing how worried you looked. "Not at all. I just... I think it would be nice to have you with me. I just hate all the back and forth, and I'd kind of like to have a place we can call home together."

A small smile spread over your face as you thought about how nice it really would be. You thought of waking up on a rainy morning, cuddled into his side as you listened to the raindrops patter on the window. You thought of baking cookies in the kitchen with him. Taking bubble baths together. Going on walks in the park every evening. All of that would be so much better if it didn't have an end date lurking around the corner. If you knew you wouldn't have to fly back home in a few days or weeks or months.

"It would be really nice," you agreed. "I just... what about my work and stuff?"

"We can figure that out," he said. "We can do it however you want. I'm sure they could set it up so you can work remotely, or you could get a different job in London, or... you don't actually have to work if you don't want to."

"What, just be your little housewife?" you teased, looking over your shoulder at him.

"No," he grinned. "Well, maybe-"

You turned and snapped a hand towel at him before he could finish that sentence. He jumped away, grinning boyishly and holding his hands up in surrender.

"That's not how I meant it, and you know it. But seriously, if you don't want to work you don't have to."

"I would like to be there with you, and know I don't have to leave anytime soon," you said thoughtfully.

"Like I said, you don't have to decide right now. Why don't you just think about it? As much as I want you to, it is a big decision and I don't want you to rush into anything you're not okay with."

Before you could speak again, the timer on your phone went off.

"That's the sauce," you said, turning around and turning the gas off. "See? It's not so hard to keep your hands off of me for long enough to cook a meal, is it?"

He scoffed. "Speak for yourself. I nearly died. Of lonliness."

-----

In the next few days, you thought about Harry's offer a lot. You couldn't deny that you really liked the idea. What could be better than living with the love of your life? Never having to leave to pick up more clothes, never forgetting something important at home, always being in the same country as him. There were just a few things you worried about. Your job, for one. Yes, Harry had offered for you to quit working, but you weren’t sure if that was the best idea. You liked your job, and being able to earn your own money.

Harry was probably right; it probably could be done remotely. But you would kind of miss seeing your coworkers, at least the few you had been close with.

Then there was the matter of your friends. You would really miss having girls' nights, and gossiping about their boyfriends, and getting mani-pedis every month. Sure, you knew you would be back to visit. But you also knew it would be different.

Then, the thing you were most worried about: your family. You had always been close with them, especially your mom. You went to see her and your dad every week, and you called them almost every day. You weren't sure how well you would cope with being so far away from them.

But at the same time, you were incredibly excited by the idea of moving to London. You had been there before, of course, but never for longer than a few weeks. You wanted to get the full experience. You wanted Harry to show you around, take you to his favorite places. You wanted to go to the town he grew up in, see the bakery he never shut up about. You wanted to be a part of his life, in every way.

So, a week after he first asked you, you made up your mind. You were laying on the couch with him, tracing over his tattoos with your fingers while some cooking show played. He was pretty involved, every so often groaning or shaking his head or tsking at the contestants' "complete lack of skills." You weren't paying any attention, though. You were trying to decide how to bring up the conversation from earlier.

Eventually, you decided to just go for it.

"Harry?" you asked, not looking up from your fingers on his arms.

"Hm?" He replied, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at you.

"I was thinking... about what you said the other day."

"Yeah?" He sat up more, muting the TV. "What about it?"

"I just think- I mean, there's still some stuff to figure out, but I would really like to move into your place in London."

"Really?" His face lit up.

You nodded. "I'm a little worried about my work, and leaving my family and friends, but... I want to be with you. I hate when one of us has to leave. I just want to go to sleep next to you, and wake up next to you, and not have an end date hanging over my head every time we're together."

"I like the sound of that," he smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "And like I said, we'll figure out your work. And we'll come back to visit whenever you want to. It's only like... a nine hour flight."

"Right, basically nothing," you laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Right," he smiled. "But really. Any time you need to see your people, we'll come see them."

"We?"

He nodded, seeming confused by your questioning tone.

"You wouldn't have to do that," you shook your head. "I don't want to make you-"

"I want to." He cut you off. "I'm not going to just let you fly for 18 hours all alone. Plus, I'd miss you too much while you were gone."

"That's sweet," you said, a light flush heating up your face. "Also, my family might be disappointed if I came back and you weren't with me. I think they like you more than me at this point."

"That was the plan all along," he grinned.

You hit his arm playfully, but didn't move your head. "So what would that look like?"

"Well, really we could do whatever you want to. We could just move all your stuff into my place, or if you wanted, we could maybe find somewhere new? Somewhere that's just ours."

"Harry, we are not buying a whole new house when you basically have a mansion. That would be stupid."

"I'm actually really glad you feel that way. That mansion was bloody expensive."

-----

"How much longer until your lease is up?" Harry's impatient voice came through the phone.

"One less day than when I told you yesterday," you rolled your eyes. He was worse than a kid waiting for Christmas. He asked nearly every day if he could just pay off the lease for you and have you move right then. Your answer was always no; you had decided to finish it out on your own. Kind of like closing one chapter of your life before you start another.

There were just two weeks left now, and the evidence was all around the place. You and Harry had started to box up your smaller items, and the space already felt much less like home. You had taken pictures off the walls; cleared trinkets off the bookshelves. In the next few days, you were going to go through your clothes and decide what would come with you and what would be donated.

Harry had been excited to help with the whole process, but he had to go back to London a week earlier than he planned. Of course, you weren't happy about this, but you kind of liked having some time alone to say goodbye to the place you had called home for the past five years.

So you did just that. You wandered around, smiling at the patched spot in the wall from when Harry had knocked over a lamp stumbling around in the dark. You ran your fingers over the slight scorch mark on the table from when you made dinner, but forgot to set down a potholder. Your toe scuffled over the nail polish stain on the rug, from when Harry had tried to paint your nails.

All these little things made your little apartment feel like your home. You would miss them, but you had realized something as you thought back to all the memories. Most of them had been with Harry. Yes, you were leaving some memories behind, but you weren't leaving HIM behind. You would make new memories together, wherever you lived. As long as it was together.

"It's just two weeks, baby, and then we'll be together."

"Two weeks is so long," he sighed.

"It'll go by fast," you promised. "It is for me. I'm keeping busy over here."

"Me too," he took on an offended tone. "Very busy. I'm doing lots of things."

"What have you been up to?" You asked, settling back onto the couch. It was weird to see how empty your space was, but it was nice to be able to put your feet on the coffee table without knocking over the various decorations that usually adorned it.

"Some work stuff, but mostly clearing out space for you. You have a lot of stuff."

"I do not," you scoffed. "I probably have less hair products than you do."

"Hey," he cried. "Rude. My hair is luxurious. It takes a lot of upkeep."

You smiled, shaking your head.

“I moved a lot of stuff into the guest closet, so you can have half of the one in our room."

"Really?" You asked, a little surprised. You knew how well organized he kept his closet, so it was a little shocking that he was willing to just move everything.

"Of course. You'll be living here too, you need someplace to keep your clothes."

"I don't think I'll be able to fill half of your closet, though," you laughed.

"Guess we'll have to go shopping, then!" He chirped.

"I guess," you agreed with a smile.

You heard muffled voices in the background before Harry spoke again.

"I'm sorry, love, but I have to go." he sounded frustrated. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay. Love you!"

"Love you too."

-----

"Today's the day!" Harry practically yelled through the phone.

"I know!" You said, trying to match his enthusiasm. You were slightly less excited. After all, you still had a nine hour flight ahead of you. But you knew that by this time tomorrow, you would officially be living with Harry, and that made it worth it.

"Do you have everything packed?" He asked.

"Pretty much. I'm just throwing the last of my stuff into my bag."

"Did you make a shopping list for when you get here?"

"I was gonna do that on the plane. It'll be something for me to do," you said, turning on the speakerphone so you could move around more freely.

"Yeah, good plan," he agreed. "I've said this a few times already, but I'm so excited for you to be here with me."

"Have you? Have you really said it a few times? I wasn't aware," you laughed.

"Be nice to me, I'm just happy," he said, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry," you shook your head with a smile. "I'm excited too. But I have to go now, I have to finish packing."

"Ok," he replied sadly. "See you soon!"

-----

You spotted him right after you got off the plane. He was standing near the gate, searching the crowd expectantly. Once he locked eyes with you, his face lit up in a huge smile. He made his way through the crowd, meeting you with open arms. He acted like he hadn't seen you in weeks, even though it had only been four days.

He buried his face in your neck, holding you tightly against him.

"I missed you," he murmured.

"I missed you too," you breathed deeply, inhaling his familiar scent. "But I'm here now. And now we can go home."

"Yeah," he grinned. "Home."

-----

"Harry, the movers can carry some of it, that's their job," you reminded him as he grabbed one of the boxes.

"Yeah, but it'll go faster if I carry some stuff," he argued, motioning to the door with his head. "Open that for me?"

You did as he asked, shaking your head as he brought the box of books inside. He insisted on helping, even though he had hired a team of movers to do this for you.

"Where do you wanna put these?" He asked, looking around the living room. "They can go on the shelf in here, or the one in our room."

"I'm not sure, I think I want some in here and some in the room. Why don't we go through them later?"

"Sounds good," he nodded, setting the box down in front of the bookshelf. "Another box!"

You shook your head again, going into the kitchen as he went back outside. You started going through the cupboards, checking to make sure you didn’t have any duplicates on your shopping list. He already had quite a few of the items you needed, so you could remove several things.

Once the last few boxes had been brought in, and Harry had thanked the movers profusely, he collapsed on the couch.

"I told you you shouldn't have done so much, now you're all tired out," you joked, going to sit next to him.

He nodded. "You were right. I need a nap after all that." He got up, pushing you to lay down and then crawling on top of you. He laid his head on your stomach, sighing contentedly when you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Oh wait," he lifted his head, already sounding half asleep. "We didn't even get groceries yet. We have to-" He began to get up, but you stopped him with a gentle hand on his face.

You shook your head, running your thumb over his cheekbone lightly. "We can do that later, baby. Just go to sleep for a while."

"Yeah," he nodded slightly. "I'm just gonna go to sleep for a while."

"Okay," you smiled. "Sweet dreams."

-----

When Harry woke up, he was alone on the couch. He frowned at the lack of warmth, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and pulling it around himself. He wasn't sure how you had managed to get out from under him without waking him, but he wasn't happy about it.

He planned to go back to sleep, but sighed when his phone buzzed. He reached for it, but then paused for a minute. He decided whatever it was could wait. He retracted his arm, pulling the blanket tighter around himself and snuggling into the back of the couch.

Just as he was about to drift off, his phone began buzzing again. This time, it didn't stop. He groaned, but grabbed it this time. He squinted at the bright light, trying to make out who was trying so hard to contact him.

It was Jeff. There were two missed calls and a text. He swiped on the text, his frown deepening as he read the message.

Jeff: I'm sure you're going to see this soon enough, but the moving van was spotted outside your house. There's already a few articles out, and I'm sure there'll be more. Just wanted to let you know so you don't have to hear it from some trashy website, and maybe you should let Y/N know to stay away from socials for a while. Sorry about this.

Harry groaned, throwing his arm over his face. He had known this was likely to happen, but at the same time he had hoped it wouldn't. He was so happy right now, and he didn't need that to be tainted by rude articles and crazy fans and speculations about his relationships. He just wanted to sit back and relax with his love for a few days, but apparently that was too much for him to ask.

Normally, he wouldn't even look at the articles. He knew they would only be upsetting. This time, though, he felt like he should. He wasn't sure how you would react to this, and it might be easier if he knew what you would be seeing all over the internet for the next week.

So, he opened google and searched "harry styles". Instantly, his screen filled with pictures of the moving van outside his house. There were even a few pictures of him carrying boxes, and one of your back as you walked inside. He huffed angrily. This was supposed to be a happy day, and now he was in a bad mood. His privacy had been violated yet again, and it was hard for him to stay positive after that.

Then he began scrolling through the article titles. He rolled his eyes at the baited language that was clearly meant to create negative responses.

"HARRY STYLES seen MOVING BOXES? Is he going out... or is someone coming in?"

"Harry Styles spotted with NEWEST GIRLFRIEND"

"ANOTHER GIRL? HARRY SHARES HIS HOUSE... YET AGAIN!"

"Just a friend? Or Harry's latest lover?"

"Guess which FORMER ONE DIRECTION STAR is shacking up with his SECRET GIRLFRIEND!"

Against his better judgement, he clicked on one of the articles. His heart sunk further with every sentence he read.

"It's no secret that Harry Styles has been with a lot of women (read about each of his past relationships here). But is there someone new for the Watermelon Sugar singer?

A moving van was spotted outside of Harry's house today, and the star was seen moving boxes into his 8.7 million dollar mansion.

As if that’s not enough, there was a woman seen heading into the house with Harry. Could this mean a new romance for the Grammy winning artist? Well, don’t be too sure. There are many possible explanations for these new living arrangements. Maybe she’s a friend going through a hard time, or even just a family member who needs a couch to crash on.

Or maybe she’s Harry’s newest conquest. Yet another notch in the bed stand! Way to go, Styles!

However, we can’t help but notice: she doesn’t seem like Harry’s type. Come on girl, leggings and a hoodie? And that hair? Apparently, she’s not trying too hard to impress him.

We don’t know all the details yet, but stay tuned! We’ve reached out to Harry’s management for more information. Check back for more updates, and subscribe to our email list so you don’t miss anything!”

Harry clicked off his phone with a sigh. He stood up from the couch, keeping the blanket wrapped around him as he made his way into the kitchen.

No matter how upset he was, he was sure the sight in front of him would always bring a smile to his face. You were wearing one of his t-shirts, dancing slightly to your music as you stirred the pot in front of you. Harry leaned against the door frame, giving himself a few minutes to take this in. He couldn’t believe he would get to experience this every day from now on.

With a fond smile still on his face, he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, adjusting the blanket so it draped over your shoulders as well.

“Hi,” you smiled, leaning back against him. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Would have been better if you didn’t get up,” he pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder to look into the pot.

“Oh please, you were totally dead to the world. I’ve been in here for half an hour now, and you only just woke up.”

“Still,” he said, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “What are you making?”

“Mac ‘n’ cheese,” you explained. “I wasn’t in the mood to do any real cooking.”

“Sounds delicious,” he smiled. “S’it almost done?”

“Should be like five more minutes,” you glanced over at the timer on your phone. “Want to get the plates?”

“No, just want to hold you,” he said, pressing his face further into your neck. “I’m not awake yet.”

“Fine,” you said, setting the spoon down. “Then you gotta walk with me, because I need to set the table.”

“I can do that,” he said, his voice muffled.

You smiled, moving around the room to get everything you needed while Harry clung to you like a koala. The smell of food seemed to perk him up, because within a few minutes he was lifting his head and leaning less of his weight on you.

“Smells really good, love,” he said, finally pulling himself away from you.

“I know, I’m an amazing chef,” you grinned, lifting the pot off the stove and bringing it to the table. This time, you remembered to set down a potholer. You didn’t really want to ruin this table that probably cost more than your entire apartment.

“You are,” he agreed, pulling out your chair before sitting down next to you. He scooted his chair closer, moving the blanket again so you were both under it.

His mood seemed to change suddenly as he was piling the food onto your plates.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, looking more upset than you had seen in a while.

“What?” You asked, turning slightly to face him.

“I don’t really… there’s no nice way to say it,” he said, avoiding your eyes. “Someone took pictures of the moving van and us bringing stuff in, and there’s some pretty nasty articles.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that. It’s not like you didn’t expect this, but you had hoped to have a few peaceful days with Harry before being attacked by the media. “Is it- how bad is it?”

“It’s... not good,” he sighed. “I wouldn’t recommend looking at it. That stuff is terrible, always has been. They always seem to know exactly how to tear people down; make you feel bad about yourself. You might wanna stay off social media, just for a few days until some of the crazies calm down.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” he looked up quickly. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one that should be sorry, they’re writing terrible stuff about you, and it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” you were quick to shut him down. “And I’m sure it bothers you too. I know you don’t like when they get personal information.”

“No, I really don’t,” he agreed. “But I wish they left you out of it.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter now,” you said, leaning your head on his arm. “Because now I’m here, and we’re together, and I don’t have to leave anytime soon.”

-----

After dinner, Harry decided you should get some more of your things put away. He brought your bag to the bathroom, dumping everything out onto the vanity.

“Why do you have so many bottles?” He asked, picking up the closest one.

“Because,” you said, grabbing it out of his hands. “They all do different things. This one is moisturizer, this one makes sure my skin doesn’t get too oily-”

“So why don’t you just not use either of them? Seems like they cancel each other out anyways.”

You shot him a glare. “That’s not how it works. Anyways, this one's for dark spots. These glass ones are mineral oils. This blue one is for wrinkles- you know, gotta get ahead of those- and this one is rose water. It doesn’t really do anything, it basically just smells good. Then that’s my hair stuff- and I was right by the way, you do have way more than I do. And this is a face mask, and that one close to the sink is a hair mask, and this little tub is an exfoliator, and this cloth is a makeup remover, but it’s better for the environment than individual wipes. And then my makeup is here- so liquid foundation, setting powder, blush, concealer, mascara, eye shadow, eyeliner, and the brushes. I actually don’t have that much stuff,” you shrugged, looking at the bottles splayed everywhere.

“Right… not that much stuff,” he said, his eyes wide. “It’s a good thing I asked Gemma how she organizes all her stuff, because she told me to get one of these things.” He opened the cupboard under the sink, pulling out a spinning makeup organizer. “Hopefully all of your million bottles fit on this.”

“You got this for me?” you asked, smiling. “That’s so nice of you.”

“Well, I don’t think your stuff would have fit in the drawers,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, shush,” you rolled your eyes. “Help me get all this organized, will you?”

-----

The next week was pretty smooth, minus that little hiccup with the press. You did as Harry suggested, and stayed off Twitter and Instagram. You didn’t think it would be too bad, but you had gotten a few texts from concerned family and friends that made you wonder how bad it really was.

Either way, you didn’t really want to look. You and Harry were essentially honeymooning, and you weren’t about to let a few nasty articles ruin it.

“We haven’t gone for groceries yet,” Harry reminded you, coming up behind you as you did your morning skincare routine.

“Yeah, I kind of forgot about that,” you said, closing the bottle of moisturizer. “We can go whenever, just let me get dressed.”

He nodded. “What all do we need?”

“I don’t think there’s too much, but we need some fruit. Most of yours is bad at this point.”

“Yeah, that happens.” He laughed. “I usually buy a whole bunch and then end up having to leave, so then I come home to a fridge full of rotten fruit.”

“Lovely,” you joked. “I also need some chips, all your snacks are healthy.”

“I have no idea what chips are, but we can buy some crisps, if that’s what you meant,” he smiled at you in the mirror.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm playfully. “I’m not going to call them crisps just because I live here now. I’m still American.”

“Fine, but when we have kids, they will not be using your American words. I’m not letting you corrupt my children like that.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Well then, it’s too bad you moved in with me, isn’t it?”

-----

“Ooh, we need these!” Harry said, grabbing a bag of brownie bites.

“Why do we need those?”

“Because they’re delicious,” he said, looking at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“If you say so,” you shrugged, pushing the cart forward after he threw the bag in. “Where is the pasta?”

“Aisle 17,” he answered immediately.

“Is it really?” You asked, a little surprised he had the aisle numbers memorized.

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “It’s just the first number that popped into my head. I think it’s that way? Or maybe over here…” he trailed off, like he was trying to remember where to go. “I actually have no idea.”

“Wow, you're so helpful.”

“I know,” he grinned. “I don’t know, just start wandering around and we’ll find it eventually.”

“What a plan,” you shook your head, but followed him anyway. It’s not like you were in any rush, and you were both having a good time.

“Oh look!” You said, turning into an aisle. “I found the chips.”

“The what?” Harry called from the next row over. “I thought you said something, but I must have heard you wrong.”

“No, I just said I found the chips,” you repeated. “You know, little cooked potato slices?”

“I’m sorry love, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” He said, joining you in the aisle. “Oh, silly me. You meant crisps!”

“Nope,” you grabbed a bag of Doritos. “I meant exactly what I said.” You placed the bag in the cart, turning back to Harry. You leaned up on your tiptoes, moving closer to his face. “Chips,” you whispered, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then turning around again.

“You can’t seduce me into calling them the wrong name,” he scoffed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, pushing the cart away. “Did you find the pasta yet?”

“No, but I did find the ice cream,” he said, easily catching up to you with his long legs.

“Ooh, I think that’s where we need to go next.”

“I agree,” he grinned, steering the cart in the right direction. “I think we should probably just get all of them, ya know? That way we won’t miss out on anything good.”

“Harry, there’s like thirty different flavors here,” you laughed. “We are not getting that much ice cream, we don’t even have that much space in the freezer.”

“No, that’s just because I have a bunch of frozen food in there. It’s mostly vegetables. Not that important. I can just throw that all away,” he argued, already opening the freezer door to reach for some ice cream.

“We are not buying thirty cartons of ice cream,” you shook your head. “We can get, like, ten, at most. Even that-”

“You already said ten!” he said, pressing a finger against your lips. “You can’t go back on that now. So pick some flavors!”

-----

“Which one do we want to try first?” He asked, looking at the large selection you had bought.

“Um… I think the salted caramel core,” you decided, picking up the carton of ice cream.

“Oh! You know what we need with all of this?”

“Insulin?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes, grabbing one of the bags from earlier and pulling out the brownie bites. “I told you we needed these, they’ll go perfect with the ice cream.”

“Ooh,” you nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

“I know,” he said proudly. “I’m full of good ideas. Actually, I have another one. Let’s go watch The Office while we eat our delicious brownie bites.”

“Ok, but if you put on the UK version I might have to leave.”

“I would never,” he said in an offended tone. “I’m not a monster.”

-----

“I don’t want to go back to work,” he sighed. “I just wanna stay here with you.”

“I know,” you said, tracing patterns on his chest. “But I have to start working again too. I don’t think my boss is too happy about this whole arrangement, so I have to make everything twice as good so she’ll let me keep doing it this way.”

“Yeah,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “I’m saying again, you could just quit.”

“I’m not quitting,” you shook your head. “I like my job. And I can do it all from the house, so it’s a really good deal.”

“I wish I could do that,” he sighed again.

“That wouldn’t work,” you smiled. “If we were both here all day, neither of us would get anything done.”

“You might be right,” he laughed. “You’re very distracting.”

“Oh, I’m distracting?”

“Very,” he grinned. You recognized the look in his eyes, and you knew if you didn’t get up soon you wouldn’t any time in the next hour

So before he could move too far and start kissing at your neck, you rolled off him.

“I have to get ready for work,” you said, getting out of bed.

“What do you mean get ready? You don’t have to go anywhere, we have all the time in the world,” he pouted, reaching out his arm for you.

“I don’t, but you do. Jeff has been texting you nonstop, and Sarah called the other day and told me she’s getting restless at home. So I’m taking the baby today, so all of you can get some work in.”

“You are? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, if you knew we were having the baby here, you would come up with some excuse to stay here.”

“Maybe,” he smiled, still making no moves to get up. “She’s just so cute.”

“Well, sometime we can offer to babysit so Sarah and Mitch can go out for the evening or something. But you have to go in today, so you should probably get dressed.”

He groaned, flopping his head back into the pillows.

-----

“Harry! They’re here!” You called, opening the door and inviting Sarah and Mitch in. “Hi guys, Harry’s being a drama queen today so I’m not sure when he’ll be down.”

“When isn’t he?” Sarah smiled, stepping into the room with the baby in her arms. Mitch was carrying the diaper bag, which he set down on the bench next to the door.

Sarah handed the baby over to you as Harry came down the stairs.

“Aw, can I hold her?” He asked, not even greeting his friends.

“No,” all three of you said at once.

“Why?” He whined before smiling at the baby in your arms.

“Because you won’t be able to put her down,” you said, laughing when the other two nodded. “See, they know I’m right.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But Mitch, you’re taking Sarah out tomorrow night and we’re babysitting.”

“I’m alright with that,” Sarah smiled. “Y/N, you should have everything you need in the diaper bag. There’s enough formula for a few bottles, but she won’t need to eat for an hour or so. Other than that she’ll probably sleep most of the time, she’s a pretty quiet baby. She takes after her dad.”

You nodded, bouncing her lightly. Harry was already in her face, smiling and cooing and offering his finger for her to grab. She seemed to like the attention, and was smiling right back at him.

“Harry, we have to go,” Sarah said with one hand on the doorknob.

He huffed. “Just when I start to make a connection with the child, I’m ripped away.”

You rolled your eyes. “We’ll have her tomorrow night. You can connect with her then.”

“It won’t be the same,” he said. “You know- why don’t we just take her with us? She can just come with us-” he was already moving toward you again, but Mitch grabbed his shoulder.

“No, Harry, we actually have to get some stuff done today.”

“Fine,” he groaned. “But you better send me pictures if she does anything cute,” he pointed at you.

“Everything she does is cute,” Mitch argued.

“You’re really not helping,” Sarah said, hitting his arm. “I thought I had one child, but turns out I have three.”

-----

The next few days were not very productive for Harry. He was having a hard time getting back in the swing of things, and it felt like everything he did was bad. He couldn’t write or play anything he liked. He just felt stuck.

They went over some old stuff, just so he didn’t feel like they totally wasted their time. Still, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly frustrated. He didn’t usually have issues with writers’ block, and he expected to be even better now that you were with him all the time. He had always been more productive when he got to see you, so he thought living with you would give him an extra boost. Apparently not.

Then, to make everything worse, more pictures and articles came out. Pictures from the day you had gone grocery shopping had been captured by some fan, but for some reason hadn’t come out until today.

But they were suddenly everywhere. There were even more articles than before, and this time it was worse because there were full pictures of your face. Before, there had only been one blurry shot of your back, and that alone got enough criticism. Now it was like the floodgates had opened. Every aspect of your appearance was being ripped apart, along with Harry’s “decision making”.

He saw the first article when they were taking a break for lunch one day. They had ordered some pizzas, and everyone was spread out on the couches across the room.

Harry unlocked his phone, ready to call you and ask about your day, but was instead met with another text from Jeff. Like the one before, he had advised Harry to keep you off social media for the next few days and apologized that it got this out of hand.

Sighing, he decided to see what they were saying this time.

“Harry Styles goes on a shopping spree- But who’s that with him?”

“Harry’s “new girlfriend” shops with him?”

"DID SHE MOVE IN?”“

“MYSTERY GIRL and HARRY STYLES search for the necessities!”

He clicked on one of the articles.

“Harry Styles and his mystery lady were seen shopping last week. We can’t help but think things might be getting more serious!

The former One Direction star was spotted moving boxes into his house a few weeks ago. What we thought may have just been a favor for a friend might be something much more juicy!

Maybe she’s not just another notch in the bed stand- maybe this one will stick around!

But really, if she wants to stick around- maybe she should watch what she eats. The Sign of the Times singer was searching for healthy snacks, while his newest girlfriend filled the cart with ice cream and chips. Seems like a recipe for disaster between the two!

Again, she’s seen wearing a very simple outfit. And no (or at least, very little!) makeup. Come on girl, you couldn’t have at least used a little concealer for those eye bags?

It seems like she’s just not trying very hard! We have to wonder- how long can this last?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry groaned, grabbing the pillow next to him and chucking it across the room.

“Harry, what’s going on?” Sarah asked. Everyone had noticed how on edge he had been lately, but no one was quite sure how to address his moodiness.

“Another article just came out,” he sighed. “It’s worse than the last one. I’m so sick of this.”

“Does Y/N know?”

Harry shrugged. He didn’t feel like talking about it anymore, but he knew they wouldn’t just leave it without knowing if you were ok.

“You should probably call her, so she doesn’t hear it from someone else,” Sarah advised. “I would want to find out from someone I loved.”

“I can’t- I really don’t want to talk to her right now.”

“Did something happen with you two?” Mitch asked, confused. The two of you had been inseparable lately, so this was strange.

Harry shook his head.

“I just- can we just not talk about it?”

He could tell they didn’t want to drop it, but one of the assistants came in with the pizza, and Harry was clearly done talking.

His mood only got worse for the rest of the day. He still couldn’t make anything new, and he was even having trouble with things he already knew. He struggled to hit the higher notes, and his throat was getting sore from trying to force it. By the time people were starting to head home, he was ready to throw a lot more than a pillow.

Harry dropped his keys when he was trying to unlock the door, and then his coat fell off the hook when he tried to hang it up. By the time he got to the kitchen, his jaw was clenched and he was fuming.

“Hi,” you said tentatively, noticing how angry he looked.

“Hi,” he said shortly, opening the fridge. “Is there anything to eat?”

“I didn’t make anything,” you said, still typing on your computer.

“You didn’t-” He shut the fridge aggressively, the bottles and containers in the door clinking against each other. “You couldn’t make supper for one night?”

“Excuse me?” You looked up, crossing your arms defensively. “I’ve been working.”

“So have I!”

“And I don’t expect you to make supper after you’ve been working all day!”

“It’s different, you’re home all day!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not busy, Harry. You know that.”

“Well what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know, you could stop yelling at me for starters! I didn’t do anything wrong and you're acting like you hate me.”

His face softened immediately, and he stepped forward. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I don’t hate you, I could never. I just-” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I’m having a terrible time with work. I can’t do anything right, nothing is working, and all these articles-”

“The articles came out weeks ago, Harry. It’s not that big of a deal anymore.”

“No,” he shook his head. “There’s more. A lot more, and they’re worse than before.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know,” he replied. “I should have told you earlier, I just- I don’t know. I don’t want you to have to deal with this.”

“Well, keeping it a secret from me and then yelling at me isn’t going to help anything,” you said, arms still crossed. “I know you’ve been having a hard time lately, Sarah told me. You can talk to me, you know. You don’t have to just keep everything in.”

“I didn’t want to put this on you,” he admitted, looking down.

“I want to know,” you told him. “I want to know when things are upsetting you or you’re having a hard time at work. You can tell me those things.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I shouldn't have raised my voice. Please forgive me?”

“Of course I forgive you,” you said, moving around the table and closer to him. He looked up, opening his arms and smiling as you stepped into them.

“It will get better soon,” he promised. “It won't be this hard for long."

-----

Despite his hopeful words, your situation didn’t get any easier. More articles came out, most of them attacking Harry for his past relationships and wondering how long this one would last. His writers’ block showed no signs of easing up, and he was getting more frustrated with every day that passed.

On top of all this, you had started missing deadlines for work. The difference in time zones made it more difficult than you had anticipated, and your boss was not happy. You’d already had to sit through three Zoom meetings this week, with her lecturing you on “the importance of timeliness and responsibility.”

You were not in the right state of mind to deal with Harry’s moodiness, and the atmosphere between you was painfully tense.

That is, until it all boiled over one day.

Harry came home angry, again. He slammed the door shut and basically stomped to the kitchen. Your day had already been stressful enough, and you weren’t about to let him take out his frustration on you.

“Don’t even start with me today, Harry,” you shook your head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, immediately getting defensive.

“I know you probably had a terrible day, but so did I. I’m sick of us fighting.”

“You think I want to fight? I’m so sorry for being stressed,” His voice was heavy with sarcasm.

“And I’m not? It’s not like you’re the only one in the world having a hard time, Harry!”

“What do you have to be stressed about? I’m the one who can’t get any work done, and I’m the one getting ripped apart by the media,” he huffed.

“Excuse me? Have you been on ANY social media lately? Are you the one getting called ugly for not wearing enough makeup? Or accused of being “Harry's newest slut”? Because that’s that they’re saying about me!”

“And how do you think that looks for my reputation?”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault that people are attacking you?”

“No,” he sighed, dropping his face into his hands. “I don’t want to fight about this. I’m just really stressed right now, and-”

“Again, Harry, so am I! I changed my entire world to come and be with you, and it’s like you don’t even care, or appreciate all the sacrifices I made!”

“What sacrifices? You don’t-”

“You did not just say that,” you breathed. “Are you kidding me? I gave up everything! I left all my family and friends. I can’t go out in public without people taking pictures of me, and posting them, and saying terrible things about me. I’m trying to figure out my new work situation, and my boss is pissed at me all the time. I’m probably going to get fired if I don’t figure something out. I-”

“You act like you’re the only one with work troubles!” he exclaimed. “My entire career is on the line if I don’t start writing again soon. And all this shit in the press- it’s not exactly motivating.”

“It’s affecting my job too. Do you think my company wants to be involved with all the drama about us? It doesn’t look good for them. All the more reason for them to fire me.”

“But it’s worse for me!” he raised his voice to match yours.

“Why is it worse for you, Harry?”

“Because-” He stopped himself, seemingly knowing he had gone too far.

“No, say it. Say why it matters more to you. Because everything about you is more important, isn’t it?”

“That’s not what I meant-”

“But it’s exactly what you meant! You care more about your career than you do about me.”

“That’s not true,” he said, an intense look in his eyes. “You know that’s not true.”

“Really? That’s not how you’ve been acting lately.”

“It’s not like that-'' he exhaled a frustrated sigh. “I’m just saying, all this bad press is really getting to me. I’m going to lose support, and it’s going to be hard for me to get it back.”

“Oh please, you’re Harry Styles,” you spat. “You’re the golden boy of the music industry. You’ll be fine. Other people, like me, are actually in trouble here. I’m actually at risk of losing something!”

“You can just find another job!” He threw his hands up. “I’m more in the public eye, it affects me more. That’s all there is to it.”

“I can’t believe you!” you were on the verge of tears now, simply from how frustrated and angry you were. “It affects you more? You’ve been dealing with this for years. How do you think it feels for me? I’m new to all of this, and you’re acting like I should know how to handle everything.”

“You knew it was going to be like this when you first started dating me!” he argued. “I told you, and you said you didn’t care.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it would be this miserable!” You said, the first tear rolling down your face.

“Well if you’re so miserable, maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to move in with me.”

This stopped you in your tracks. Everything the two of you had said so far was angry, and in the heat of the moment. But this felt different. It felt like he had crafted this sentence specifically to hurt you, not to voice his feelings about the situation.

“Fine,” you stood up, grabbing your laptop and charger. You walked right past him, out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“Where are you going?” He called.

You didn’t answer. You went into your closet, pulling out the backpack you used to use for traveling back and forth between your house and Harry’s. You began shoving clothes into it, but made sure not to include any of his shirts or hoodies.

“What are you doing?” Harry came into the room, speaking quietly.

“Packing,” you said shortly.

“Don’t do that,” he frowned. “You can’t just leave.”

“Yes I can,” you shot back, still not looking up at him. You zipped up the bag, brushing past him as you went back downstairs.

“Where-” he followed you quickly. “Where are you going?”

At this point, you realized you didn’t have anywhere to go. You didn’t have any close friends; most of your friends were also Harry’s. And you needed to be with people who didn’t remind you of him right now.

“I’m going home,” you said, finally turning to look at him.

“What?” His face fell.

“I’m leaving. I’m going back home. I can’t be here right now.”

“No- you can’t leave!” he said, his face paling. “You can go stay with Sarah and Mitch, or with Jeff and Glenne- or I’ll get you a hotel room or something, but you can’t-”

“Yes I can, Harry,” you cut him off, repeating your sentence from earlier. “I need my family. I need to see my mom. I- I have to go.” You reached for the door handle, but he stopped you, placing his large hand against the door.

“You can call them,” he said, beginning to look desperate. “Or- or we can even fly them out here. But please don’t do this.”

“You’re the one who told me to leave if I was so miserable here,” you said, trying to stop your chin from wobbling. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean that! I’m so sorry, I should have never said- I don’t want you to leave. That got way out of hand, I went too far, I’m so sorry.”

“It did. And I can’t be here right now. So let me-” you tried the door again, but he kept it firmly shut.

“Please don't do this,” he whispered. “Please just… stay here tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room, I won’t bother you if that’s what you need. Or if you really can’t be here, go stay with-”

“No,” you said decisively. “I need to go home. You’re making me feel worse by forcing me to stay here, can’t you see that?”

He dropped his hand away from the door, pressing his lips together. He gave a short nod. “If you have to-” his voice broke, and he quickly cleared his throat before speaking again. “If you really have to leave, then I’ll drive you to the airport. It’s not safe to be out alone this late.”

You shook your head. “I can get a cab, I’m not going to make you-”

“Either I drive you, or you’re not going,” he said firmly. “I need you to be safe.”

You sighed, but nodded, knowing he wouldn’t give in. He was just as stubborn as you were.

-----

You were both silent for the entire drive. Harry didn’t even try to argue with you, which you were grateful for. He seemed to understand that this was what you needed, and he couldn't change your mind.

-----

“Please don’t do this,” he said one final time, watching you walk toward the gate. His heart broke a little more with each step you took.

Even though you wanted to, you didn’t look back. You knew that one look at his sad face would be enough to break you, and you couldn’t let that happen. You needed to go home. You needed your family.

Harry stood at the large window, watching with crossed arms as the plane took off. Once you were officially gone, the first tear slipped down his face.

He made his way out of the busy airport in a daze. He barely registered that he had made it back to his car until he was sitting in the driver’s seat. He reached for the keys, but his hands were shaking so much he couldn’t manage to start the vehicle. Instead, he dropped his head to rest against the steering wheel, and he cried. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried this hard. He felt like he couldn’t breathe; there was a huge weight on his chest.

Had he just lost the love of his life?

-----

He didn’t know how long he sat there, but eventually he realized he needed to get home. He needed to figure out what to do.

As soon as he pulled in the driveway, he pulled out his phone and called Mitch.

“Hello?” Came his friend’s tired voice. It was the middle of the night, after all.

“I need you to come over right now,” Harry rushed. “I fucked up, I fucked up so bad and I don’t know- what am i supposed to do? I can’t do this- I need her!”

“Wait, slow down,” Mitch instructed. “What happened?”

“I- just come over right now,” Harry said, hanging up the phone.

-----

When Mitch arrived, he immediately knew something was very wrong. He had never seen Harry look so torn up. His eyes were red, and he was pacing back and forth while running his hands through his hair.

“What happened?” He asked again. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s gone,” Harry said. “She fucking left. She went back home.”

“Is she ok? Did something happen with her family?”

“No, Mitch,” Harry said, scrubbing his hands over his face. “She left because of me. We had a fight- a really bad one. I said some really shitty things, and it got way out of hand, and now she’s gone. I don’t- what am I supposed to do?”

“What did you say? Was it about the articles that came out?”

“Somewhat,” Harry nodded. “She said it was starting to affect her job, and I said it was affecting mine too, and she said she was miserable, and I… told her if she was so miserable she shouldn’t have agreed to move in with me in the first place,” he looked down in shame. He felt terrible as soon as the words left his mouth the first time, but going over the fight with someone else felt ten times worse.

Mitch took a deep breath. “Yeah, that’s... pretty bad.”

“Yeah, no shit it’s pretty bad!” Harry snapped. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he groaned, falling back on the couch. “I just- what do I do?” He leaned his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in his hands.

“I don’t know,” Mitch admitted. “Did she say when she’s coming back?”

“No,” Harry said miserably. “She just said she needed to go home. I tried to get her to stay, I really did. I said I could get her a hotel room, or ask if she could stay with Jeff or something, but she said she needed her family. The worst thing is… she said she needs to go home. I thought she saw this as her home now. I thought she wanted to be here. I thought she was happy here,” his voice broke, and he dropped his head again. “I don’t… I don't think she loves me anymore.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mitch shook his head. “Of course she loves you. Do you know how many fights Sarah and I have had? You just have to give her time.”

“Yeah, but did Sarah ever leave the country after you fought?”

“...No,” Mitch sighed. “No, it never got that bad.”

“Exactly,” Harry said, another tear falling down his face.

“She will come back, Harry. She loves you way too much to stay away for good.”

“Not this time,” Harry shook his head. “I think it’s different this time. I honestly don’t know if she’s coming back. I don’t know how to fix this.”

“Well, you have to apologize,” Mitch said. “As soon as her plane lands, call her. Tell her what you told me. Tell her how sorry you are and that it got out of hand and you didn’t mean anything you said.” He paused before speaking again. “You didn’t mean it, did you?”

“Of course I didn’t,” Harry snapped again. “I was just… I’ve been in such a terrible mood, and I took it out on her.” He shook his head, whispering, “I’m so stupid.”

“I’m sure it will work out if you just-” Mitch was interrupted by his phone ringing. “Yeah, he’s alright,” he said into the phone. “I’ll explain when I get home." He paused before sighing. "Again? Ok, I’ll be there in a few,” he said before hanging up. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. The baby’s sick and apparently threw up all over her crib. I have to go help Sarah clean up. Just… tell Y/N the truth, okay? Make sure she knows how much you love her.”

Harry nodded, still looking awful as he raised his head. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

-----

Harry started calling you as soon as Mitch left. He knew you were still on the plane, but he wanted you to hear his apologies as soon as you landed.

“Hi love… I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how to explain how terrible I feel. I didn’t mean anything I said. I was completely out of line, and I shouldn’t have let it go that far. I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you. Please call me when you get this.”

Then he sent a quick text.

Harry: Let me know when you get to your parents’ house so I know you’re safe. Love you.

After that, he knew there wasn’t much else he could do. He wandered back up to his bedroom, looking at all the pictures the two of you had hung on the walls together. He thought back to the day you had moved in, and how happy you had both been. He remembered when he tried to put a nail in the wall, but swung the hammer at the wrong angle and put a hole in the wall instead. He remembered how shocked you had looked, covering your mouth for a second before you both burst out into laughter.

He remembered sitting on the living room floor and eating Chinese food while you played scrabble. Sure, you had ended up dropping lo mein all over the board, but it was worth it.

There were still traces of you all over the house. Your coffee cup still sat in the sink from this morning. Two of the cabinets were still open, because you always forgot to close them. There was a purple scrunchie on your bedside table, and a blue one on the bathroom vanity, and a white one hooked over one of the kitchen cabinet knobs, because “I never know when I’ll need to put my hair up!”

He couldn’t look anywhere in the house without thinking of you. He didn’t want to be in this big empty space all alone. The only way he could think of to make all the painful memories stop was to go to sleep. So, he did just that. He pulled your pillow against his chest, cuddling it like it was you in his arms. There was the faint smell of your conditioner stuck to the fabric, and he buried his face in it to just breathe you in.

The next two days were the worst Harry had ever been through. He didn’t know what to do with himself. You weren’t answering any of his calls, and your voicemail inbox was full. He kept texting, but you weren’t even reading any of them. He paced all day, trying to occupy himself. If he didn’t think of something to keep him busy, he would just keep texting, and he was sure you were pretty annoyed at this point.

But he couldn’t help himself, so he quickly unlocked his phone and started typing.

Harry: I’m so sorry, I can’t even put it into words. Please just let me know when you’re coming home?

He scrolled up through his previous messages, sighing when he realized how pathetic they sounded.

Harry: Please stop ignoring me, I need to talk to you.

Harry: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I love you so much, please come home.

Harry: I sound like a broken record, I know, but I just need you to know I feel awful for everything I said.

Harry: I don’t even care how pathetic I sound with all of this, I can’t lose you.

He decided he couldn’t wait anymore. He didn’t even care if you weren’t ready to come back to London yet, but he needed to see you. He stood up from the couch and marched to the front door. He was going to get the next flight out to you.

He whipped the door open, ready to run to his car- and stopped abruptly in his tracks when he was met with your apprehensive face, one hand raised as if you were about to knock.

His eyes went wide, and he froze. He didn’t say anything, and you could hear him breathing heavily. His gaze flickered all around your face, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were really here in front of him.

“Hi,” you said hesitantly, lowering your hand. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he pulled you inside and against him before you could say anything. He held you tightly, arms wrapped against you as if you were going to disappear right before his eyes.

You reached up, putting your arms around his neck as he rocked you gently. His face was buried in your neck, and you could feel his chest shaking.

You just stood there with him, letting him hold you until you could feel his breathing evening out again. After what seemed like hours, he pulled away to look at you. He put his hands on the sides of your face, his eyes flicking between yours desperately as if he still didn’t believe this was real.

“Are you- are you home? Are you staying?” He whispered. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn’t slept since you left. The sight was enough to make guilt stab through your chest.

“I’m staying,” you nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He exhaled shakily, pulling you against his chest again. Your head was turned so you could hear his heartbeat, and it still seemed dangerously fast.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmured. “I should never have left.”

“It's ok,” he shook his head. “You’re here now.”

“It’s not ok,” you lifted your head to look at him. “I was angry. But I never should have let you think I was leaving you. That was unfair of me. I said awful things to you too, and I didn’t even say I love you before I left.” Your eyes were watering again, but you blinked back the tears.

“I didn’t… I didn't know if you were going to come back,” he admitted, voice thick with emotion. “I thought I lost you for good.”

You shook your head. “Of course not. I’m here, I promise, and I'm never going to do that again.”

“Good,” he laughed shakily, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. “I was terrified.”

“I know,” you said sadly. “And I feel like such an ass, coming back and just letting you welcome me with open arms. You should probably be really angry with me-”

“I’m not angry,” he quickly shut you down. “I was scared. I was so, so scared. I was about to get on a plane and fly out to you. And of course I’m welcoming you with open arms, I love you. You can always come back to me.”

You nodded, this time letting a tear slip down your face. “I love you too.”

He smiled, wiping the tear with his thumb. “What made you decide to come home?”

“I got there and I expected to feel better. I drove all around town, going past all the spots I used to love. It made me… nostalgic, I guess, but it didn’t comfort me like I expected it to. I went to my parent’s house, and they were great, but all I could think about was the times you’ve visited there with me. I went up to my room, and all I could think about was the time we stayed in there and my bed was way too small so I was basically sleeping on top of you. And how we couldn’t get to sleep because we kept laughing, because your hair was tickling me or I would hit you with my knee. Everything I did made me think of you. And I realized- that town isn’t my home, and neither is that house. This is my home. You are my home.”

His eyes were shining just like yours, and you both reached up to wipe the other’s tears away.

“You’re my home too. And if you want to move closer to your family, we can do that. I don’t care where we live. We can go anywhere in the world, as long as I’m with you.”

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