#though if this ain't gone by tomorrow I'm calling out

[miyuhpapayuh]

eighteen.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Zora asks, plopping down beside his slumped body on the couch.

“Craig saw Eryn out with my old best friend. It's just fucking me up a little bit.” He says with his hand covering his face, his headache doubling by the second.

“Oh,” she says softly, rubbing his back, not knowing what else to say.

“Have you talked to her?”

“I was about to head her way, actually. Just tryna clear my head before I blank on her.”

“Yeah, definitely talk it out with a leveled head. As leveled as can be, given the circumstances.” She nods.

He sighs, removing his hand to place it on the one that's still sitting in her lap. “Why didn't she tell me?”

“Maybe she was waiting for the right moment.” She answers.

“There's no right moment for this.”

“Maybe she knows that, too.”

“Then, why not come and talk to me? Am I that scary?”

“Maybe— maybe she's not exactly scared of you, but what the outcome would be. I mean, you're her brother. Y'all have a tight bond. I'm sure she's nervous.”

“You sure? Or you know?” He asks, looking up at her now.

“Huh?” She asks, hoping he can't feel the way her heart leapt into her throat.

“Did she run this by you already?” He asks, squeezing her hand lightly.

“S-she might've,” she stammers, “but I told her immediately that she needed to talk to you.”

He nods, before standing up from the couch. She instantly felt bad.

“Leon, I'm sorry. I told her that I didn't wanna be in the middle of it.”

“It's okay. I'm not mad at you.” He shrugs, looking around for his keys.

“You sure?” She asks.

“Positive. It's just killing me how she needed to talk to somebody else before her own brother. Maybe that bond ain't as tight as I thought.” He shrugs again.

Zora sighs. “Now you know that's not true. She just needed advice from someone that doesn't have all the inside information— someone who sees the situation as black and white and can give her a clear direction. It has nothing to do with your bond. I mean, haven't you ever gone to your mama about something between the two of y'all? Even one of your boys? Just to see someone else's perspective before you bring it to that person?” She asks, watching him still look around for his keys.

“Yeah, sure I have. I ain't never hung out with one of her friends behind her back though. Never thought about it. But yet..” he trails off, shrugging yet again, really tearing up Zora’s nerves.

“Leon, wha—”

“Ya know,” he cuts her off, clasping his hands together in front of him. “I can't do this right now. I don't wanna blank on you cause you don't deserve that, so I'm just asking that we just taper this off, okay? I got what you're saying and I appreciate you for telling her to talk to me. I'm not mad at you, this is just really irritating me.” He sighs.

Pursing her lips together, she nods, not saying anything more. She wasn't expecting that from him.

Finally locating his keys, he exhaled roughly and pulled out his phone, shooting Eryn a text that he was on his way so they could talk.

“Okay, I'm gonna head on over there. Will you be here when I get back?” He asks, moving to kneel in front of her.

“I don't know. I might just head home.” She says, not looking him straight in the eye. “I gotta work early tomorrow.”

A look of hurt flashes over his face, but he nods anyway. “I hurt your feelings.”

Still not looking at him, she nods. “It's cool. I get it. It's a touchy subject.”

“I'm sorry, baby. I didn't– I didn't mean to cut you off like that. It is a touchy subject, but that's no excuse.”

She raises her brows in agreement, still having nothing to say.

“Zora.” He calls out, covering her hands with his own.

“I hear you, Leon. Go talk to your sister. We're fine.” She smiles, her eyes finally finding his own. He still wasn't convinced, though.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asks, fearing she'd deny him.

However, she leaned in and placed a sweet one on him. It didn't linger like usual, but he understood.

“Okay,” he says, not wanting to leave now. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, you'll see me.” She smiles, pulling her hands from his.

Standing back up straight, he stuffs his keys in his pocket and looks at her one more time.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.” She says back, while he reluctantly heads out the door.

She lets out the shaky breath she hadn't known she was holding in, along with a sob as her emotions get to her.

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“So, I got a call from Craig. He was tellin’ me about your lil lunch date with Brandon.” Leon gets straight to the point, watching Eryn’s face scrunch up.

“What was he doing? Spying on me?”

“Nah, just happened to see you. What were you doing, sitting across from that– from him. What's that about?”

“We were just catching up, honestly. We ran into each other when I was down in Florida and he wanted to stay in touch. He even said when the time was right, he wanted to see you.”

“When the time was right.” He repeats, scoffing to himself. “Wassup with y'all and right timing?”

“What's wrong with that?”

“Sometimes ain't no right time, Eryn. That's what you was waiting on, too, right?”

“Yes, cause look at you. Mad as fuck, understandably, but I know you're not tryna hear nothing I have to say, cause I ain't tell you right away. That's where it stops for you.”

“Really? You think I came all the way here for that? Yeah, I'm pissed cause it's been months since you've been talking to that bozo, but I'm still just tryna figure out why you're even doing it. What is this, E?” He asks, almost pleading.

She frowns, chewing on her lip. “I uh.. I like the guy.”

She'd said it so low, he almost thought he heard her incorrectly, but he knew what she said.

“Hm.” He nods, finally sitting down on a barstool. “You like him.”

“I- yeah. I know how it sounds, and that's why I wanted to wait to tell you. I wasn't sure what was going on between us and I didn't wanna start anything with anybody.” She stresses, while he just stares at her.

He snorts. “You're serious?”

“See?,” she scoffs, waving him off. “You can go back home if that's how you're gonna be.”

“How I'm gonna be. Eryn, there's no way you think this is cool, for real. It's nice to know that I fall out with muhfuckas and you pick ‘em up like charity cases. What, you buildin’ a man outta him or sumn?”

“You know, he's really changed. I'm not doing anything but seeing him for who he's trying to be. I mean, isn't this what you always wanted for him?? To be better??” She argues.

“Yeah, of course but when the fuck did that involve dating someone five years younger than him?? Why can't you find somebody else to fool around with?” He asks, regretting his word choice as soon it left his mouth.

Her head jerks back. “Fool around with? Damn, I'm a whore now, too?”

“That's not what I meant. This is just so ridiculous! You're too smart to be chasing behind him or anybody, like he could get you into a world of trouble. I've seen him do it to other people, and you just takin’ his word for it cause he makin’ you feel special.”

“I'm n-not going into this blindly, Leon.”

“But, you're not listening to me either. Brandon is not a good dude. You haven't even told me how he's even been keeping this detrimental promise to you. Huh? How is he gonna make sure I don't have to black both of his eyes?!”

“Always threatening to fight somebody is a character flaw,” she nonchalantly responds, over and done with the conversation at this point.

“Man, fuck you Eryn. I come over here, tryna make sense of all of this and you just sit here in my face, not even caring how this shit looks. I just hope it doesn't get ugly for you.”

“It's already ugly, right?? Since you know everything! I try and figure out a way to bring this news to you, myself. and I got friends beating me to the punch, cause I guess we can't just have lunch with people anymore.”

“It's more than just lunch, Eryn.” He stresses for the millionth time. “How'd you feel if one of them bitches you ain't like no more was calling my phone, wanting to see me and take me out to dinner? Wantin' to be friends with your brother behind your back and you hear about it from me when I'm ready. How would that shit make you feel?”

She sighs, her eyes darting around the room now.

“I… I see what you're saying.” She nods, sighing as a tear falls. She quickly wiped it away and he hates that it softens his rage, cause he was far from finished but he sighed and went to sit beside her anyway.

“I'm sorry about the name calling and everything,” he says, reaching up to wipe another tear away from his baby sister's face.

“I didn't mean for it to go down like this. You gotta believe me.” She whispers, looking up at him now.

“I know.” He nods. “I just want you to think about it. Really think. I'm not just upset ‘cause you're my little sister. I'm upset because regardless of whatever time we've spent apart, he should've reached out to me as soon as this was going on, and he definitely shouldn't be waiting for you to do it. It's a respectful thing to do.”

“Yeah, I understand. I just— he was being so nice and I haven't had the nicest relationships as of late, so maybe I did jump ‘cause of that. Maybe he is lying about being a better man. And I did take everything that happened to you two in consideration. Of course I did. I haven't done anything but sit across from him in public places. He hasn't been here, I haven't been over to his place. We haven't kissed or anything cause I knew how dumb that woulda been. I knew that.” She frowns, wiping away another tear.

Sighing to himself, he pulls her into a hug. “You're smarter than I've been giving you credit for.” He softly digs, earning a sock to his ribs and a muffled laugh.

“Shut up!”

“I'm just sayin’,” he shrugs, still rubbing her back. “But I'm glad we could talk. I really didn't come over to make you cry. But I needed you to understand where I was coming from.”

“Yeah, I know. I do appreciate the tough love, but I also would appreciate it if you toned it down a bit. I'm a bit more sensitive these days, as you can see.” She points to her tomato red face, and he softly laughs for the first time.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He nods. “So we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” She nods, sighing to herself.

“Okay. What happens next?”

“Uh.. I tell Brandon to find someone else?”

“Sounds like a great next step to me.”

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Making it halfway through her shift, Zora was beyond tired and still a bit sad from the previous day.

It was exactly why she didn't wanna be involved in whatever Eryn and Leon had going on. She knew how touchy those sibling situations could be.

She didn't wanna be at odds with him because of it, but him cutting her off really threw her for a loop.

Wiping down a table, she hears the chimes on the door go off, her eyes carrying her to the man of the hour, holding a bouquet of roses.

Unable to stop the frown from forming on her lips, she looks up at him as he stops in front of her, an uneasy look covering his face.

“Let's uh,” she trails off as they move to the side.

“Hey,” he starts. “I wasn't gonna let the day go by without truly expressing to you how sorry I am for yesterday. I feel like I triggered you and that's the last thing I wanted to do. You know I love you more than anything. I hated making you feel that way. No matter how frustrated or angry I get, I don't ever wanna blow up on you cause that's not fair. You don't deserve that.”

“Every day's not gonna be perfect.” She softly says, as she leans on the counter while they're not too busy.

“Of course not, but still I wanna vow to do better. You're far too important to me. I don't ever want to hurt you.” He stresses, and she can see the sincerity all in his big brown eyes.

“I accept your apology.”

“You do?” He asks, blowing out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

“Yes. I know yesterday was a lot for you. Even though I was beside myself, I knew you didn't mean it.”

“I swear I didn't, baby. As much as I love to hear you talk, I hope you'd understand that. It was just so much going on in my head, I just c-couldn't focus.”

“It's okay,” she assures him, touching his arm. “I know.”

Sitting the flowers on the counter, he couldn't help himself from pulling her into a hug and burying his face into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent that kept him up last night.

“Couldn't even sleep right without you,” he mumbles, semi-squishing her in the process. She laughs and holds on tight, feeling her tears come right back up.

Pulling away, her hands quickly found her face and he felt bad all over again.

“Oh, baby I'm so so sorry.” He coos, prying her hands away and wiping every last tear away, pulling her right back into his chest.

He knew how much she hated crying, and being the cause made him feel like the worst guy in the world.

“I-I'm fine. I just didn't get any sleep last night, and this really bothered me. Please don't treat me like that again.” She pleads, looking him straight in the eye.

His heart could jump out of his body right now, at the look on her face. “I-I promise. Never again.”

“Okay,” she softly responds. “I missed you.”

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he stresses, pulling her right back into another hug, squishing her again.

“You're gonna suffocate me!” She squeals, playfully beating on his back as he rocks them side to side. “But uh, you can always make it up to me.”

Anything you want, baby.”

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Carrying her into his apartment, she audibly gasped at the many vases of roses littering the countertops.

A box of the good chocolate and a promise to make her favorite meal made her happily swing her feet back and forth in his hold.

She smiles as he plops her down on his bed, heading into his closet to retrieve a bath and body works bag, full of goodies.

“Aw, what's this?” She asks as she looks inside.

“Another I'm sorry gift. I know how you love your sprays, so I replenished them and got you a couple bath bombs since you liked the last one so much.”

“How sweet of you, thank you baby.” She pulls him in for a kiss, feeling a spark hit them both as they pull away.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you, too.” She responds.

An hour goes by and Zora's soaking in the tub, surrounded by pink tinted bubbles while Leon is at her side, rubbing her feet with his magical hands.

Her favorite song is currently playing on the stereo, while they both hum along, stealing glances at each other.

You're the only one to keep me sane

You

I know no matter what, we're gonna be ok

We cool

Ain't no folding, we growing

Bloom like a rose

Through vines

Every single moment,

every single sacrifice

You're worth it

I don't doubt it

Yeah, you're worth the compromise

Maeta’s sweet voice carries on, setting the tone for their night. No matter what, they needed to have each other.

“Even on the ugly days, I still choose you.” Zora says, pulling him out of his deep concentration, her feet feeling soft and brand new now.

He smiles at her, pressing kisses to her skin. “I never take it for granted.”

Soon wrapping her up in a towel and carrying her back to his room, he dries her down and lotions her up from head to toe, dressing her in one of his favorite t-shirts and nothing more.

“I might just fall asleep, right now.” She jokes, her heavy lids about to give way. She looks so comfy in his bed, propped up on his pillows.

“Go ahead, baby. I'll start cooking in like an hour or so, give you some time.” He softly speaks, helping lull her to sleep.

“Can you lay with me? Please?” She asks, reaching out for him with her eyes closed, making him smile and climb right in, holding her like she'd slip away.

“Mmm, I missed this.” She mumbles, getting more than comfortable.

“Me too. Sweet dreams, sweet stuff.”

About an hour or so later, she woke up in bed alone, smelling the delicious food from where she lay.

Rubbing her eyes, she pulls the comfy covers back to get up, just as he's coming into the room with her plate. They smile at each other for the thousandth time.

“Hey, dinner in bed?” He asks.

“Hm, yeah why not?” She agrees, pulling the covers right back over her lap and sitting up. He pulls out a tray table to sit her plate upon so she doesn't have to hold it.

Shrimp alfredo stares back at her, making her mouth water. She licks her lips and looks up at him, who's anticipating her first bite just as much as she.

“Get your food, babe. Come sit.” She says, patting the space beside her.

Immediately leaving and returning with his own place, two glasses and a bottle of white wine, he makes himself comfortable right beside her, pulling another tray table up to sit everything onto.

“For you, beautiful.” He says, handing her a glass half full.

“Thank you, handsome.” She replies, taking a few sips before taking a couple bites of her food.

“Mmm,” she hums a laugh, “this is so good!”

“Yeah? Not too salty?”

“No, it's perfect. It's got a kick to it, which I appreciate as a spice connoisseur.” She giggles, reaching up to pat his back for him, making him laugh.

“I'm so glad you love it, baby. Had to win you all the way back over, tonight. I knew that would do the trick.”

“Aw, you really couldn't stand it could you?”

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, frowning as the image of her wet face comes back to his mind. He reaches out to caress her cheek, “I fucked up bad, knowing all of what you went through with that jerk and here I was, pretty much pushing you off just like that. I coulda kicked myself in the ass, the way you were brushing me off. That's never where I wanna be with you. Ever.”

Covering his hand with one of her own, she leans into his touch. Her pretty brown eyes look at him with all the adoration and understanding in the world.

“I'm glad you knew just how deep that hurt me. That shows me that you truly do love me, even on the sticky days. Shows I made the right decision in choosing you. All those times I spent telling you about what I wanted and what I didnt, didn't go out the window. It's not all overnight, I know… but as long as you're trying, I can't ever stay too mad. Now, that doesn't mean do it again,” she smiles, watching him crack up and pull her closer to him.

“I will never, I promise. I swore to give you a stress-free life and that's what I'm gonna do. I'll stick to my promises.” He says, holding out his pinky, cheesing as she links hers around his own.

“I'm so glad we made up,” he continues. “Coming back to an empty apartment blew my whole world up. I knew you wouldn't be here when I got back, which made me not even wanna leave.”

“I know, but I felt like you needed some time alone— I know I did. I was crying way too much for you to see me like that.” She softly laughs.

“I'm so sorry.” He says again for the thousandth time.

“Stop apologizing. It's okay, we're okay.”

“You sure? Nothing else you need me to do?” He asks. “I'm on my knees, ready to please.”

She smirks. “We'll keep that in mind, but seriously, I'm fine. I forgive you, we are good. Just keep your promises.”

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[bimb0fy]

00; prologue

pairings; treech x covey!reader

warnings; drinking, mentions of death

wordcount; 600 words

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The District was cold as you passed by the beggars. District twelve was always rather unfortunate, being fed scraps by the other districts, coal miners, that was all you were. 

Not you though, you were a preformed, a covey you liked to be called. Well, you did until your sister was taken from you by the hunger games. 

Lucy gray was everything to you, she was the reason you woke up every morning, she was the one to take care of you, she loved you and supported you. 

To many eyes, she was weird, an obnoxious singer. To you, she was everything. She took you in from the streets without question, she raised you, cared for you when your own kind left you. 

And to your surprise, when she was picked, you wanted it to be you instead. You even tried to volunteer but Lucy wouldn't let you. 

She was so close, if it hadn't been for the lumberjack. Many call him a Victor, the first victor of the seventh District, but to your eyes. He was the reason Lucy wasn't here with you right now.

Deep down, you knew he wasn't to blame, but forgiving him felt like a betrayal to your sister. You couldn't do that to her. So here you sat, in a bar as you watched your family perform. 

You knew you were up soon, but the thought of singing without your sister hurt you.

So here you sat, vodka in your hand, perks of working in the bar. You smiled at the bartender as he handed you another one. “Tough day ain't it birdy?”

“Call me that again and I'm shoving this bottle up your ass.” You threatened as you held the Vodka bottle in your hands as he smirked. Troy Abernathy was your best friend, he’ll always be your best friend, or favorite drinking buddy as he certainly knew how to put it away.

“You always were feisty, I believe it's your time to fly.” He said before walking off, you turned around to find your cousin, Maude Ivory, she sat down beside you, laying her head onto her propped up elbow. 

“Don't.” You whispered as Maude sighed, taking a glass of water and taking a sip before turning back to you. 

“You already know what she'd say. You didn't survive for this.” Maude mumbled as you sighed, drinking from the bottle. You knew they all suffered from the loss, but it hit you the hardest. 

You two had a special sisterly bond that no one could even imagine. When you two were apart, it was like a fish out of water. You couldn't breathe when she was gone and she couldn't think without you. 

Your luck ran out when you were picked right after her games. Even if you wanted to go back to her, you couldn't leave the rest after Lucy. You knew that if you too had left, Maude would be the one drinking instead of you. So if the consequences of Maude living a happy life were you drinking your sorrows away, it was worth it. 

“I'll sing next night.” You muttered as she shook her head. 

Next night. 

I'll do it next night. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

I'm too ill, maybe next night. 

The same excuses, all over, and over, and over again. Maude sighed before walking off to the stage. You smiled as you watched her preform instead of you. It was nice seeing your little sister sing. 

That was until the peacekeepers barged in and dragged you to the stations where you were shoved into an empty capitol train.

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[moosemonstrous]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Stolen from @swaps55 bc it looks fun and I'm stuck on a scene.

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern.

stillness of remembering

Zeb was old enough to be at peace with his personal limitations.

what you lost and what you had

Kallus would never admit it out loud, but there were certain things he missed about the Empire.

with open arms and with open doors

Caspar would be the first to admit he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

trying not to tell you always

Lorenz is in something of a predicament. That it is of his own making only makes him feel worse about it.

today is always gone tomorrow

Claude didn’t see Byleth fall. He was on the other side of the battlefield, doing his best to hide his terror and hold back the enemy soldiers from overtaking the south gate.

A long life

"Do you ever think about it?," Lexi asks, unable to keep the hollowness out of her voice.

Ashes

They haven’t always been together. Baze chose not to think about it, most days. It’s been over a decade since Chirrut was any further than an arm’s reach away from him, and he intended to keep it this way.

amid the voiceless mountains

It’s not that Echo doesn’t need sleep. He doesn’t need as much as the others, though, so the graveyard watch is usually his. He doesn’t mind. It’s nice to have a little time to himself --he hesitates to call it ‘quiet’ between Wrecker’s snoring and Marauder’s creaking-- to do some TLC on his connectors without Tech staring over his shoulder.

in spe salus

Wolffe knows he gets a little muddled sometimes. He prefers it to the sharp, hollow point his mind used to be before Gregor crashed their transport. It’s embarrassing, maybe, but a little embarrassment doesn’t hurt anything but his ego, and he doesn’t care for that as much as he used to, either.

did not go where I was knowing

The Charger is somehow more menacing up close than it was from across the hangar. Robbie tries to swallow and realises how dry his throat is.

Conclusion: Introduce POV character, apparently, either via a thesis statement or their immediate situation at the beginning of the story. A quick look through my wips confirms I haven't departed from this formula much over the years 😅 Well if it ain't broke...

No pressure tags: @ulfrsmal, @kermit-coded, @floralegia, @doreyg and anyone else who feels like it!

#tag game

[visceravalentines]

Hi hellooooo!!😭😭😭💖💖💖 You absolutely do NOT have to write this but uhhh some Bo comfort please? Y/N has been working a LOT and is either at their workplace or in their room, music blasting and functioning through life but is not... THERE with the Sinclairs, if you get me. Tensions and worries rise but then one night Y/N is found in Bo's doorway, looking Out Of It - exhausted, upset - and essentially uses him as a gigantic teddy bear? Lies on top and squeeeeeezes him 'til he grunts. It's the most interaction they've had for weeks💔

If you have anything you want then please please send it in😭😭😭😭

Erika thank you for requesting this, it did me so much good to write it. 💚 We all need some Bo lovin', that's just facts.

Workaholic

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

1.3k words

No CWs, just fluff and comfort. Reader does eat at Bo's behest, if that counts as a warning.

It was funny, how you somehow missed the signs every time. 

Overworking yourself was a bad habit you fell into again and again. It wasn't hard to do; you liked your job even though it wasn't perfect, and the exhaustion never seemed to set in until you were on your way back to Ambrose. And it was so easy to scavenge through the fridge, curl up in bed, disengage entirely. 

Your boys checked on you, of course they did. You'd pull off your headphones and smile at them, tell them about your day in vague detail. But it took such effort to relive it all. It was easier to shrug and characterize it all as "fine." 

You sensed their concern. Lester tried to convince you to take a drive with him after work. Vincent wanted you to sit and model for him. Even Bo tried to coax you downstairs to watch trash TV together. You politely declined every time. You were tired. You just wanted to stay home. Maybe next time. Maybe tomorrow. 

The days ran together and your sense of time dissolved. Friday night found you curled around a pillow, blasting metal, staring into the middle distance until your phone died abruptly. 

It was like breaking out of a trance. You hadn't even realized your battery was low. With a sigh, you plugged in your phone, sat in silence for a minute. 

It was very silent, as a matter of fact. What time was it? You couldn't check your phone. 

You crept into the hallway. The house was dark. Everyone had apparently gone to bed but you. 

Well, almost everyone. 

There was a dim light coming from under Bo's door. Sometimes he was up late reading. It hit you, suddenly, that you didn't know what book he'd been into lately. As a matter of fact, you weren't sure what any of them had been up to. You felt guilty for being so checked out. If he was up, maybe it wouldn't hurt to peek in and talk with him for a minute. 

You knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," he called softly. "'S that you, darlin'?"

"It's me." You pushed open the door, leaned against the frame. 

Sure enough, he was propped up on two pillows with a paperback in hand. "What are you doin' up?"

"I was just…in my room. What time is it?"

"Almost 2:30. You weren't sleepin'?"

You shook your head. 

Bo furrowed his brow. He was rough on books and flipped the paperback rather forcefully facedown on the bed beside him to save his place. He laced his fingers together on his chest. "No offense, but you look like hell."

You heaved a sigh. "Bo…I feel like hell."

"You been workin' too much."

"I don't know, I don't feel like it's been that much…."

"Honey, I ain't seen you in days."

You laughed once in disbelief. "How can that be, we live in the same house."

"You tell me. Every time I talk to you it's like talkin' to a reflection of you. Lester asked me if I thought you were sick, said you didn't even want to go out to the lake with him 'n Jonesy yesterday."

You felt heavy and hollow at the same time. "I…I mean, it's not that I didn't want to go, I just…." You swallowed hard. "...I don't know."

Bo looked concerned. "You ain't been yourself for a bit. Got us all worried."

"I'm sorry…I don't mean to worry you…I-I guess I just…I've just been…." Your throat tightened and you looked at him desperately, begging him to understand. 

He unlaced his fingers and opened his arms. "C'mere, darlin'."

You shuffled over, climbed on top of him, buried your face in his chest. His arms were warm and solid around you, his hands familiar. He was sturdy and safe, your Bo.

"I-I don't know what's wrong," you whimpered. 

"You don't gotta say anythin', sugar. It's okay." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I missed you."

You wormed your arms underneath and around him, squeezed him tightly, tighter, until he huffed out a low grunt and tapped the small of your back. "Easy, killer," he wheezed. "What y'crushin' me for?"

"I just need you close," you mumbled. He squeezed you back. "Closer."

Bo kicked the blanket off his feet and wrapped his legs around yours. "How's that?"

"Can you just absorb me?"

"Lemme see." He flipped you to the side and rolled on top of you, went limp to press his full weight against you until you slapped at his chest. "What's the matter, I thought this is want y'wanted."

"Bo!"

"'S my name."

"Bo!" 

"Sorry darlin', this is what happens when you starve me of attention. Just can't help myself."

"You're gonna kill me!" you gasped.

"Nah, I ain't never killed nobody."

Your fingertips found the edge of his book and you flung it off the bed. His jaw dropped. 

"Well, now I gotta kill ya."

You giggled and he buried his face in your neck, blew a raspberry, held you down as you tried to squirm away. He was ticklish in a particular spot on his ribs and you dug in mercilessly. Bo's whole body jerked and he grabbed onto you for balance.

"Now don't you start with me."

"I'm paying attention to you!"

"You're gonna be payin' for somethin' here in a minute." You tried desperately to poke at him and he pinned your arms to your sides with almost no effort. "I don't remember you bein' so weak."

"Hey!"

"When's the last time you ate, darlin'?"

"I had some crackers not too long ago."

He gave you one of his trademark withering stares. "What are you, a bird?"

You rolled your eyes. "Bo."

"Don't 'Bo' me, c'mon. Let's get some food in you."

He rolled off the bed and led you down to the kitchen. "What d'you want for an appetizer?"

"An appetizer?"

"Yeah, I'm cookin' you a four-course meal real quick."

"It's three in the morning."

"Do I look like I care?"

"I'm not even hungry."

"Look, I know you ain't from around here, so I'll cut you some slack, but we don't say those words in Louisiana." He was already pulling out dishes. "You best tell me somethin' or I'm gonna start throwin' stuff in this pot with no rhyme or reason and it ain't gonna taste good and you still gotta eat it."

"How about those potatoes you made one time? The really good ones?"

"Mmm. I can do that."

"Can I help?"

"Sure, only if you tell me 'bout work." He shot you a look. "I mean really tell me, none o' this 'it's fine, it's fine' bullshit." His imitation of your voice was high-pitched and whiny and he smirked when you glared at him. "Y'sound just like that when you're blowin' me off, darlin'."

You rolled your eyes and slowly started recounting the details of your last few shifts as you chopped potatoes. Despite all assumptions to the contrary, Bo was an excellent listener, and it was cathartic to empty your head of all the stress and bustle of your job. 

Once the potatoes were fried and ready to eat Bo divided them between two plates and you sat next to him on the couch, one leg hitched over his. 

"You're callin' in sick tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly. 

"I don't know if - "

"I do know. We need you. They can last without you for a day."

You sighed. "Alright. You're right."

"Usually am."

"These potatoes are delicious. You're a good cook."

"Go on, tell me more nice things about myself."

"If I squint like this your head doesn't look so big."

He laughed and elbowed you. "'S good to have you back, darlin'."

You smiled at him, hair disheveled, sprawled on the couch in his pajamas, taking care of you like he always did. God, you loved him. 

"It's good to be back."

#ajokeformur-ray #bo sinclair #asks

[patscorner]

FEEL BETTER

Tw: emethophobia

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Chris POV

"Alright guys, I'm tired and I'm going to bed." I say picking my phone up.

"Really? It's only 10. You feeling okay?" Nick asks looking up from his phone.

"Yeah. I'm just tired, I guess." I say plastering a fake smile on my face.

Nick looks at Matt and shrugs. "Uh.. okay, love you bud." Nick says.

"See you tomorrow, Chris." Matt calls after me as I leave.

"Seeya, love you too." I yell back, walking down the stairs to my room.

Me being tired is only the half truth. My stomach had been killing me all day, and I'm hoping I can sleep it off.

I put on some sweats and a long sleeve shirt. I'm so cold, even though it's 85° outside. I lay down and try to get some sleep.

I'm calling to sleep but it ain't answering. I keep tossing and turning, my stomach doing the same but on the inside.

It's keeping me awake no matter how hard I try to got to sleep. I finally decide to check my phone. 1:30AM. I get up and go into my bathroom,  turning the water on and letting it run on my hands, which I wipe on my face.

I get back into bed and finally fall asleep for a while.

It doesn't last long.

My stomach feels like it's  turning itself inside out, it hurts so much.

"Holy shit..." I grumble. I start to sweat profusely, letting out a wet burp.

My throat starts to burn. "Oh shit." I cover my mouth as another wet burp escapes. I stand up and run into the bathroom, knocking over my lamp, not looking back as it shatters behind me.

Matt's POV

I wake up to something falling downstairs near Chris' room. I fell asleep on the couch with Nick, but he must've gone to his room because I was alone.

I check the time on my phone. 3:45AM. Then I hear shuffling downstairs, and weird noises. I rub my eyes and go downstairs.

I knock on Chris's door. No answer.

"Chris?" I say rubbing my eyes again. "You okay bud?"

I hear a burp and a whimper.

"Okay I'm coming in." I say. I open the door and turn on the light. I see his lamp shattered on the floor.

"What..? Chris?"

I hear a whimper come from the bathroom.

I turn the corner and see Chris hovering over the toilet.

"Oh shit. You okay bud?"

Chris answers with a gag, followed by his stomach contents being emptied into the toilet.

"Oh, Chris." I say, kneeling next to him. I rub circles on his back, while he gags but nothing comes up.

Afte 5 minutes he collapses into my arms. "Are you done, sweetie?" I ask.

He shakes his head. Tears are coming down his face. "N-no. No-Nothings coming u-up." He swallowed thickly.

"Are you lying to me?" I say raising an eyebrow.

He nods

"You gotta just let it out, honey. You'll feel much better, I promise."

"I- I need it t-to stop. It hurts s-so much." He says through broken sobs.

"I know, I know but you gotta let it out." I say. I got an idea but he's not gonna like it. "Let's try one more time?"

He nods slowly, sitting up.

As he gags I slowly put pressure on his stomach, helping him relieve some of the tension.

"Matt stop, I'm gonna-" he's interrupted by vomit. I look away. Not a pretty sight at all.

Chris collapses into me as I lean on the wall across the toilet.

"You did great, babe." I whisper, running my hand through his hair." Can I get a hug?"

Chris nods, clearly exhausted. He turns around to give me a hug.

We sit on the floor for a while, both of us eventually dosing off. Finally, peace. Or so I thought.

Chris started to stir in my arms. I open my eyes in time, to see him vomiting on my shirt.

"Chris..." I say, gagging. I cover my nose and look away. I must process this... this man just threw up on me.

"Oh, Matt. I'm sor-" he interrupts himself to sit up and vomit into the toilet.

"Its okay Chris. I'll be right back, okay?" I stand up, take my shirt off and ball it up. I run upstairs grabbing a new one. I'm surprised to see it getting brighter outside. How long were we out?

I grab a clean shirt from my room as well as a wet rag.

I run back down stairs to see Chris lying on his back on the bathroom floor.

"You think you're done?" I ask.

He nods, clearly tired from losing all of yesterday's meals.

"Okay. Let's get you up then." I put the rag on his table, making sure I don't step on any glass from his shattered mirror.

I help him up slowly, not wanting to incite anymore projectile vomit.

He's got some on his shirt, and he's almost sweated through it.

I grab him a clean shirt and help him take his off.

After he's changed his shirt, I lay him down and put the rag on his head.

I turn to leave to grab the broom, but he grabs my shirt.

"Don't leave. Please stay." He slurs.

"I gotta clean up this glass and I'll lay with you, okay. I promise."

"Matty, please.."

I sigh. "Fine." I grab his trash can and set it next to his bed just in case.

Then I lay down with him until he had to throw up again. Which happens 2 more times. But after that, Chris sleeps peacefully.

We dont do anything the next day because me and Chris were pooped. Nick slept wonderfully, of course.

After a couple days, Chris is fine and we all continue our lives.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher owen sturniolo

[marksbear]

just unearthed my obsession with the boys with that one 😍

could you make a pt2 or just something similar with smut where as hughie sort of starts to see how reader could actually be the bad guy, kinda confronts him about it, and then reader would either

a. deny it, convince hughie he's good and loves him (shows him with sex)

or

b. embrace it, convince/tell hughie he still loves him and be all like "what would you do without me" to hughie (also shows him with sex 💀)

(i had those two ideas and couldn't pick one so i'll leave a or b up to you, and sorry if b didnt make sense or was worded weird, i hope you can still understand what i'm trying to say lmao)

Hell yeah I can make a part 2! I'm going to choose B then write A maybe later tonight or tomorrow 😘. I just love villain supe reader!

HUGHIE CAMPBELL X SUPE MALE READER

Warnings, Y/n is mean and evil as HELL, manipulator Y/n, hard smut, blowjobs, fingering, Y/n killing someone with one punch, ofc Homelander a little. The boys being NOSY AF

The H/n and The Homelander.

The two superheros did it again. Almost every single week the two are trending about being the best superhero duo ever. Even though the two are in the best superhero group in the world the two are always out shine the rest.

Hughie looks at the news on his phone watching all of the new interviews of you and reading the new articles about you smiling to himself.

Y/n and Hughie have been going great with each other for the longest. Y/n has gotten more serious in the relationship so has Hughie. The two spend everyday with each other.

Mostly Y/n has been planning all of their hangouts and dates. Hughie was confused at first why Y/n was spending so much time with him. In their relationship in the past Y/n has been always busy with hero work and with meetings and all that.

But now this time Y/n he has been spending so much time with Hughie. Y/n has a reason for this. He has been keeping so many secrets from Hughie he doesn't even know more. He doesn't want Hughie one day to look for him and he's killing a civilian.

It's not like he'll ever do that right. Since you know hes H/n and all...

One day Butcher and threw a fit about H/n how hes a "Stupid killin bastard" And of course Hughie was in denial. So Billy grouped up all The Boys and went to a place where H/n will supposedly be stopping a villain at.

Somehow Billy was right and H/n was here to stop them. The Boys watch in the shadows as H/n fights. It doesn't take long for Y/n to take down the villains goons.

The villain begs for his life as Y/n stalks up to him all bloody with a sinister smile on his face. Y/n laughs at the poor man and says. "I ain't going to kill ya. Thats Homelander job... I'm just gonna--- f-fuck!" Y/n head starts to spin. He quickly knocks out the villain.

Y/n gets his phone out of his pocket calling Homelander. "Mi---ssion complete. Need you to pick... me." Y/n falls on the floor past out as Homelander hears Y/n falls on the floor and sighs. "Gotta stop using that power all the time H/n. I'm tired of picking you up all the time." Homelander hangs up and goes to his college mission to pick him up.

Billy picks up the villain telling everyone to go. Hughie stands back looking at Y/n worried and runs up to him giving him a quick kiss on the head before running away with the gang.

Somehow Y/n wakes up early as soon as Homelander arrives about to get him. "Where the hell did he go!?! I had the fucker on his knees begging for me not to kill him." Y/n says angrily standing up not even caring about his headache.

"And my phone is gone too! just my luck. Homelander can you be a good number one and carry me to an electrician store." Homelander let out a huff and picked up Y/n flying him where he wanted to go. Y/n waves Homelander off making sure hes actually gone before going to Hughie's house.

Y/n opens the door and shouts. "Sorry for not telling you that I was coming! Hughie! The most bizarre---- V/n?" Y/n stares at the villain that he was just hunting down. He sees stacks of paper about him on the table and Y/n walks up to them. He sees his phone unlocked and on his hidden. His hidden is filled with dead victims Y/n killed brutally.

"Y-y/n why did you lie." Hughie says throwing more papers from years and months ago about him doing evil things some even a couple days ago. How could this happen... Y/n made sure to use his hidden power to delete and hide every bad thing he had done from the face of the earth.

"Hughie... How did you get all of this? AND why do you have my phone?" Hughie becomes silent at the phone part and looks away.

"You were there!?! Weren't you Hughie! I told you to stay out of my missions! And don't follow me when i'm working! We can't be seen together Hughie!" Y/n grips the papers and out of anger he throws them around.

"AND YOU EVEN GOT V/N HERE! That's how you got all this information didn't you Hughie!" Y/n doesn't even try to mask his anger. He walks up to V/n and gives him one strong punch hearing a crack from V/n skull killing him instantly.

"Y/n. You lied. I trusted you! You told me you weren't like the others! I believed you. I even love you Y/n!"

"Hughie...I love you so much. But you have to understand I love it. I love the thrill of the kill. I love the thought of being caught. And just rule the world and no one can touch me or say anything about me because I am the best thing god made on this sick planet. I am the chosen one."

Hearing Y/n confession scares him and he backs away. But Y/n was faster he took Hughie's wrist softly pulling him into his chest.

"We both know that were made for each other. What would you do without me? You would have been dead right now without me... I am your savior, i'm your hero and most of all i'm your fucking boyfriend." Y/n lets go of his wrist and moves his hands to Hughie's cheeks pulling him in for a kiss.

One part of Hughie hates himself for giving into him. He hates how his cock begins to get hard from Y/n rubbing their crotches together. He hates that he keeps moaning in his evil boyfriend's mouth. Y/n guides him to the couch basically tackling him on the couch.

He is so mad at himself for begging you to fuck him. He hates the spell you have him locked in. He hates the way he grinds his own ass into your hard bulge. He hates everything about you.

But god why did he love it so much. He liked the way you made him feel. You make him feel happy, more confident, safe you made him feel that he was loved. And boy he loved you too.

Both of y'all's clothes were ripped off by Y/n who was eagerly jerking his own cock off as he watches Hughie finger himself. The two of you get more and more turned on by the other beautiful sight. Both of you watch each other like prey and a predator. Hughie adds two more fingers into his ass and becomes a moaning and whining mess. Hughie cock twitches and the precum starts to leak out of the tip. Y/n lets go of his own cock and goes down on Hughie's cock licking around the tip lapping all of the precum in his mouth.

Hughie hips bolts into Y/n mouth making him take his cock all the way in his mouth. Y/n lets Hughie fuck his mouth until his jaw goes limp and his chin is all covered in spit and cum. Y/n rest his head on the base of Hughie cock as Hughie fucks the back of his throat. Y/n grows bored and slips Hughie cock out of his mouth. Y/n uses his hand to gather all of the cum and spit from Hughie's own and applies it to his own making his cock all wet and sticky.

Y/n holds Hughie by the waist aligning him up so his hole is above the tip of his cock. Y/n spits on his cock head a few times before moving his cock forward into Hughie's insides. Hughie moans and screams fill the house as he arches his back holding onto the cushions of the couch for dear life. Y/n stops moving until only the tip is in fucking him with the tip for a while until Hughie begs for more. "Y/n!! please mo--re! I need more!~" Y/n slams his cock all the way inside Hughie.

Y/n thrust is animistic like he's using Hughie like if he was just a toy. Y/n grip on Hughie hips tighten probably gonna bruise for the next few days. Y/n only chases down his own orgasm not even caring about Hughie's own pleasure. "H/n! f-fuck h/n plea---se slow down!~" Hughie beg was filled with moans. Wet skip slapping is heard throughout the house. "Fuck! Hughie I'm close!" Y/n warns aiming his thrust into Hughie's prostate showing Hughie a bit of kindness. Y/n pulls himself down kissing Hughie jaw and chest.

"C-cum with me Hughie! I- I aM cumming!! Fu---uck I'm cumming!" As Y/n asks Hughie he cums with his boyfriend. Y/n doesn't pull out just yet looking at the mess he made with Hughie.

"I told you that you're nothing without me. No one can fuck you the way I can or love you like me."

THE END!

#hughie campbell #hughie campbell x male reader #the boys x male reader #x male reader #the boys #male reader #the bear club

[putuponpercy]

Hi I haven't written a fic for this fandom in over a year but I saw the first couple paragraphs in my drafts last night and went in a trance at 1am finishing it anyways here's a little snippet from The Early Days section of my They're Just People AU enjoy

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Thomas glared at the small flock of seagulls a short distance away, fighting over the small scraps of food Edward threw in their direction. "You shouldn't feed them.”

His colleague merely shrugged. "A little won't do too much harm," he said, chucking another scrap towards the hungry birds.

"Nasty things," grumbled Thomas, shaking his head. "Lost many a decent meal to them back when I was on the streets.”

"Well you needn't have to worry about that now. You're plenty fed.”

A tut and an eye roll was Thomas' only response.

Come to think of it, the young’un had been in a particularly sour mood for the majority of the day. More so than usual. Reaching into his lunchbox, Edward pulled out half a sandwich then held it out to his companion. “Sarnie for your thoughts?”

Thomas wrinkled his nose. “Ain't tuna is it?”

“Chicken and sweetcorn.”

Satisfied Thomas plucked the sandwich from Edward’s grasp, wasting no time in scarfing it down while Edward waited patiently for his colleague to spill the beans. He didn't pressure Thomas, even after the young lad had finished eating and opted for fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater in silence. He knew Thomas would speak up in his own time. For whatever reason, ever since that fateful night the pair crossed paths at Barrow Central Thomas had chosen to put his full unwavering trust in Edward, although Edward wasn't exactly sure why. All he did was offer the lad a hot meal in exchange for getting him and his engine across the bridge.

“Reggie and Bart returned to the Main Land this morning.”

Speaking of.

Edward's brow raised in surprise. “Have they? Huh… that's the first I've heard of it.”

“And Alfie and Raymond are leaving this evening,” continued Thomas. “Isaac and Harry too.”

Humming, Edward grabbed the flask sitting next to his lunchbox. He unscrewed the cap and took a small sip of his tea. “Seems more and more are heading back by the day.” After another sip he gave a reassuring smile. “Worry not, I'm sure it'll be us soon.”

“And then what? What happens after we leave here?”

“Well… I suppose it's back to passenger trains and goods runs across the Furness line. Shame really. Not that I'm complaining, no. But Sodor’s been a breath of fresh air I suppose. Nice to feel useful after…” Edward trailed off, trying to shake off the memories of how his coworkers back on the Main Land often spoke down or belittled him. “Still, the Furness Railway is my home.”

The two lapsed into silence, though it wasn't comfortable, the air still felt as if something was left unsaid. Taking a quick peek at his pocket watch, Edward wasted no more time in packing up his lunchbox. “Right, come along you. Sir Topham Hatt wanted to see us before our goods train this afternoon.”

“Is’at right? What could the Fat Controller want to see us for?”

Edward tsked. “I do wish you wouldn't entertain the other's idea of such a demeaning nickname.”

Thomas waved him off. “Shove off will ya, it's not like we call him that to his face.”

“I dare wonder if that makes it even worse.” Shaking his head, Edward continued, “Regardless, we should make haste. Who knows, perhaps he'll tell us our loan period is up ‘an all. That this time tomorrow we'll be the ones crossing that bridge back to the Main Land!”

“Back to Furness Railway, you mean?” Thomas asked quietly, expression unreadable.

“Precisely.” Tilting his head to one side, Edward frowned. “Hadn't we just gone over that?”

Abruptly, Thomas stood, balling his fists at his sides. “But Edward- I don't work for Furness Railway, remember? You picked me up off the streets because you didn't have a fireman. What's going to happen to me once we go back? They'll kick me out the moment they realise I'm not one of them! I can't go back to living on the streets, Edward - I can't go - I don't want to go back there! I-”

Two warm hands gently clasped Thomas’ own that had found their way up to gripping his hair somewhere amidst his panic. “Thomas, I need you to breathe for me. Deep breaths now, in - and out. Good lad, and again.”

Thomas followed suit, taking a few shaky breaths. When had his breathing gotten out of control? When did he start crying for Christ's sake? His hands slowly lowered from his head, feeling Edward give them one last reassuring squeeze before pulling away. “...sorry,” he said pathetically.

“Don't be daft, you've got nothing to be sorry for,” Edward replied without a beat. His gaze softened. “I should apologise. I had no idea how distraught you had been feeling about all this. I just wished you had brought it up sooner rather than letting it build up like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas said again. “It's just that, coming here - to Sodor - has been the best thing to ever happen to me, least from what I remember. I have a roof over me head, I don't have to worry about when my next meal will be, I have a job, and you- Edward you've been ever such a good friend to me.” He paused, batting a hand across his damp cheek. “I'm terrified to lose it all.”

Edward swallowed a lump in his throat at being called ‘friend’. He never had quite gotten along with his coworkers back home, so in a sense, Thomas was his first real friend since joining the railway. He placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “I wouldn't be such a good friend if I allowed you to go back to living on the streets, would I?”

Confused, Thomas asked, “But where else would I go?”

Edward shrugged. “Well, while my flat isn’t exactly grand in size I'm sure there's some room to squeeze you in.”

Blue eyes widened. “What? You're saying I can come live with you?”

“I mean- only if you'd like to-”

“Of course!” Thomas cried, leaping over to squeeze the other in a hug. “Thank Edward, thank you! I won't cause no bother I swear!”

Edward grinned. “No bother? That doesn't sound quite like you,” he teased, giving the other lad a pat on the back.

Pulling away, Thomas matched him with a cheeky smile of his own. “Well- within reason, of course.”

“Of course. And I'm sure we can try and get you work on their railway, although the chances are it won't be as my fireman, there are still plenty of opportunities. Even if it's something as giving Old Coppernob’s engine a good polish.”

“As long as it's nothing to do with stinky fish I'm up for anything!”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Edward took another glance at his pocket watch and almost gawked at the time. “Right, come along you, we're running late! Don't want to keep the Fat - I mean - Sir Topham Hatt waiting.”

Renewed with energy and anticipation for the future the pair climbed aboard their engine together ready to tackle the rest of the day ahead, unbeknownst to them that the Fat Controller was about to drop the bombshell that Furness Railway had expressed that they now had zero interest in having Edward, nor his engine, return home to them.

#ttte #ttte humanized #ttte fanfic #ttte thomas #ttte Edward #the other names mentioned are just random people that were also on loan to tfc #the early days #tjp au #pup's fics

[styleslistic]

How it Turned Out - Harry Styles Fic Part 8

Y/N and Harry have their first date and define their relationship.

Masterlist

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Y/N and Harry hadn't managed to get another moment to themselves for the rest of rehearsal day one. When, late in the evening, they were shipped off to their respective hotels, on opposite sides of the city, they parted with a tight hug and a promise from Harry that he'd call her later.

At her hotel, Y/N ordered room service, and tried not to think of when she and Harry had eaten room service together after the Grammys.

Her phone buzzed and Harry's name popped up.

"Hi love," he said.

"Hey you," Y/N replied.

"This feels so silly, you literally flew to see me and we can't even be together because people might guess we're doing a stupid project together."

"Yeah, it's pretty shit, isn't it. They're right though, people would probably figure it out," Y/N admitted.

"Just 'cause they're right doesn't mean I have to like it. It was ok talking on the phone when we were in separate countries, but we've spent all day together. It's like you're just out of reach."

"And now I have to sit and play over that fucking phenomenal kiss all alone in my hotel room," Y/N sighed, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Well now you're just being a tease, aren't you," Harry said. "Tell you what, I'll send my assistant out to grab us some pizza and a bottle of wine after rehearsals tomorrow, and we can have a picnic in the studio after everyone's left. We'll tell them we're staying back to keep practicing the dance."

"That sounds nice," Y/N said.

***

So, here they were 6pm the next day, alone in the rehearsal building.

They found a pile of yoga mats hidden behind a curtain in the rehearsal room, and pulled a few out to work as a makeshift picnic blanket. Harry fiddled with the lights, until he figured out how to dim them.

"Sorry this is like, the least exciting date ever," Harry said.

"Oh this is a date, is it?" Y/N said with a cheeky smile.

Harry whipped around, wide eyed. "Oh thank God you're joking," he said when he saw her face. "Nearly gave me a heart attack." He turned back to the panel of light switches and flicked one with bravado.

"Mood lighting," he said, giving some jazz hands for effect. "For our date."

"Kind of wild the lengths weve gone to just to eat pizza in a smelly dance studio, isn't it?" Y/N said.

"Yeah I think it kind of fucks with your sense of scale living like we do. The little things become ten times harder than the big things. Like, whycis it easier to get hired for a movie than make it home for my mums birthday? Doesn't make any sense."

"I feel that, everythings all or nothing you know?"

"God ain't that the truth ,it's exhausting."

Harry's phone rang. "That'll be the pizza," he said, and moved towards the door.

Y/N caught him by the hand. "Wait," she said. She pulled him to her and planted her lips on him, stopping herself before she could get too lost in the kiss.

"What was that for?" Harry grinned.

Y/N shrugged. 'Does there need to be a reason? I just wanted to."

Harry nodded, and pulled her back for another short kiss then, finally answered the phone.

"Hi, yeah sorry. I was a bit preoccupied, I'm coming to the back door now." This time he really did leave the room.

He was gone less than a minute, but it gave Y/N plenty of time to mull on everything she wanted to do to Harry now that they were, for the first time since they'd met, properly alone.

"Put the pizzas down," said Y/N, when he re-entered the room.

"Um, ok,' Harry said. Doing as she'd asked. 'Why, is everything ok?"

Y/N slid a hand onto Harry's waist, the other finding its way to cup his jaw. "I figured maybe the pizza could wait a minute?" she breathed, her forehead coming to meet his. Their lips were just inches from each other. Harry stared searchingly into her eyes, then gave a shy nod. He closed the gap between them, snaking an arm behind her to pull her closer. Y/N's hands clutched at his chest, as she lost herself in the deep kiss. Control of the kiss seemed to swing to and fro between them like a pendulum. Harry would push closer to her, then she would pull him her way. Soon enough, hands found their way under shirts, creeping onto bare skin.

Y/N broke away, leaving both of them panting, and Harry looking a little bewildered. "What are we doing standing up when there's a perfectly good bed of yoga mats right next to us?"

Harry let out a huff of laughter, sat down and dragged her onto his lap by the hand. "Better?" he rasped.

It was all Y/N could do to nod, achingly conscious of how much closer to one another they were now. She draped her arms over his shoulders and leaned into him, just as his lips connected with her jaw, kissing along it. Almost without thinking, Y/N found her hips grinding on top of Harry's, eliciting a shaking breath from him. Harry's hands came to rest on her hips, guiding her motions. The slow friction was delicious. They lost themselves in it for a little while, before Y/N's fingers started to itch with the need to feel Harry's skin.

"Take your shirt off," she panted, pushing the hem up even as she spoke. He obeyed, and reached to take hers off too. He paused, giving her a moment to stop him if she wanted. But Y/N just lifted her arms to ease the process.

"Are you sure you want to..?" prompted Harry, as Y/N made a motion to take her sports bra off too. He left the question hanging in the air, before adding "I just thought you might not want our first time together to be in a smelly dance studio, you deserve something much nicer."

"I'm sure if you are," Y/N said. "I don't really want to wait."

Harry grinned. "OK then."

"Plus, I didn't put a pack on condoms in my bag just to not use them," Y/N added with a wink.

***

Later, sated and now very hungry, Y/N and Harry finally got their hands on the pizza. They were still half tangled together, and while they had half-heartedly thrown t shirts and pants back on, you could hardly say they were dressed. They ate their first and second slices in comfortable silence, still basking a little in the pleasure they'd just given one another.

"So I'd say that confirmed that we're pretty compatible?" Harry said hopefully.

"Oh for sure," Y/N confirmed. "It's actually quite inconvenient for me, I was hoping you'd be terrible. My life would be a lot less complicated then," she continued with a chuckle.

"Hey!" said Harry in a joking burst of outrage.

"This is gonna be hard though to make work though, right? I mean the only reason we're seeing each other now is because we've made it a work thing."

"Yeah," Harry admitted. "But I don't wanna not give this a shot, just because it's gonna be hard," he said pleadingly.

"Me neither," Y/N said with a small smile.

"You said earlier that this life was all or nothing," said Harry. "But there has to be a third option, yeah? Not all or nothing but... something. And we'll see how it turns out. I just have such a good feeling about this thing between us, you know."

"Something," repeated Y/N. "I can work with 'something'. Because I dont think either of us has the time or freedom to give a relationship priority over work at the moment. Or the will, we both love what we do and I don't want to not give it my all. So we find a way to make it work between us that takes that into account."

"Like something that works with how busy we are, rather than in spite of it," Harry clarified. "Man that sounds good, haha."

"Okay," Y/N agreed. "What does 'something' look like then?"

Harry's brows furrowed as he considered the question.

"Well, we keep texting like we have, I know it's not ideal because we're often busy at different times but it still works, yeah?"

"Yeah and scheduling calls in probably wouldn't work, but I don't mind a spontaneous phone call."

"Me neither," nodded Harry. "It's just gotta be no hard feelings if the other person doesn't pick up, because we're both busy."

"This is why most couples only have one workaholic, two is just asking for trouble," Y/N laughed.

"I think in our case, it might work in our favour, though. Usually people don't get that work is always gonna come first. At least we have like next-level amounts of understanding for that."

"Maybe its appropriate that our first date is work-related then," Y/N laughed.

"There's definitely some unwritten rule that says you're not supposed to do this, but I wouldn't be opposed to working together more. We could, I don't know, write a song or something?"

"You'd wanna write a song together?" Y/N said, sounding a little shocked.

"Yeah of course," Harry said. "I think it'd be fun, and I reckon it'd end up sounding pretty great."

"I'd love that," Y/N said. "Well, that's our second date sorted, then."

"And I guess if we keep track of when we each have a few days off we can try and meet for that time, and be like, properly together then."

"Properly together, huh?" Y/N said.

"Yeah, we can't see each other much, but when we do I'd like to go all in, you know. Act like a couple."

"Is that what we are then, a couple?"

"Um, I don't know."

"I don't think I've ever been exclusive with anyone after one date," Y/N laughs awkwardly. "Well, actually usually it's not exclusive at all."

"Oh," said Harry. "You're polyamorous?"

"I don't if I am like, innately or whatever, but I don't know, being monogamous has always made things more complicated when things are long distance, which they nearly always are."

"How so?" Harry asked curiously. "I've never really gotten the chance to explore that stuff, its always been 'single and hooking up with people' or 'monogamous relationship' for me."

"Have you ever felt like your past partners have just been like, waiting for you to fuck it up and cheat on them? Like they're eyeing up the tabloids and wondering when they're gonna see you with someone else. And you're just left there waiting for the other shoe to drop, when the things that's gonna make them feel like they can't trust you anymore is gonna happen?"

Harry stared at her. "I feel like that all the time, you've just described every single relationship I've ever been in."

Y/N lets out a gentle huff, angry for him that he's had such a shit show of a time. "Yeah, well I say fuck that."

"Fuck that?"

"Yeah it's like we said, it doesn't have to be all or nothing, we can make up our own rules. Who the hell says that me kissing someone at a bar when you're half a world away says anything about the way I feel for you. And who says that if you slept with someone else that has to say anything about what we do when we're together?"

"You're right, that makes so much sense," Harry said. "Those things wouldn't effect how I feel about you. Usually I get kind of jealous-"

"Haha, I know, I've listened to your songs," Y/N interrupts.

Harry rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "But I think that's more a case of being scared someone's gonna leave, rather than actually minding the thought that they may be with someone else."

"So we're a couple, then but we'll make up our own rules about what that means?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed.

"Ok then, I mean we probably need to talk more about like, boundaries and everything at some point right, but I think that's enough serious chat for now. We can talk relationship logistics any time we fancy, but there's a few other things I can think of that are a bit trickier when we're not together..."

***

Round two had been softer than their first time. Gentle kisses, hips rolling together and fingers trailing over every inch of skin they could find.

It left them both in that warm sleepy state, where they just wanted to stay near each other. Y/N pushed aside the nagging knowledge that she ought to be making her way back to the hotel, and instead let herself lie with Harry a little longer. Against their better judgement, the pair of them found themselves drifting off to sleep on their makeshift bed.

Next thing she knew, Y/N was being gently shaken awake. She groaned as she opened her eyes.

"What's going on?" she murmured through her sleepiness.

"We fell asleep," explained Harry, who was crouched in front of her. "Its 6.30 in the morning now, everyone's gonna be here in an hour."

"Shit," muttered Y/N. "How'd we manage that?"

"Guess we were both pretty relaxed," Harry smirked. "C'mon, I think there are showers here, and I'll get someone to pick up some breakfast on their way here."

"What's our excuse this time? They're not gonna believe that we got here before everyone else to practice even more, are they?"

"We'll think of something."

#harry styles fic #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #how it turned out #musician!y/n

[mlmxreader]

Let the Walls Fall | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "You shouldn't talk like that"+"Just close your eyes, it's alright"+"I got you, don't worry" Thank you so very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Tommy's only got one person who he knows he can turn to.

tws: brief mentions of bruises and other minor injuries, swearing

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Tommy was falling apart, and no one seemed to even notice; the people he usually saw throughout the day just assumed that he was in one of his usual moods, maybe he just didn't get much sleep. Maybe he wasn't eating enough again. They shrugged it off either way, even though it was plain to see that he wasn't himself; he was almost dazed, doing everything on autopilot. Like nothing actually mattered anymore.

Even when he got through the door at last, Tommy wasn't himself; usually, he would have paused at the door frame to the kitchen, arms folded across his chest to hide the bruises on his knuckles, and watched you for a moment.

Often catching you singing along to Slipknot songs, he could sing along to 'Vermilion' these days. But he didn't today. He just barged in, dumped his bag at the door, and all but collapsed on the kitchen counter with a huff; you stopped immediately, halfway through making two cups of coffee.

You knew well enough what time he would be home, you prepared in advance. But something was off about him. It wasn't like Tommy to not say hello and to not give you a quick kiss on the temple before he swigged back his coffee and ran to the shower; you frowned as you turned to him.

Brows furrowed as you raked your eyes over him. Bruises on his knuckles. A cut on his bottom lip. Sweat dripping down his sides and his back. You shook your head, glaring at him as you dared to slowly approach.

"Everything alright, Tom?"

He shrugged, sighing heavily. "Everyone stops loving me after a while. Everyone leaves."

"You shouldn't talk like that," you told him gently, shaking your head. "You know you shouldn't… I ain't gone anywhere, have I? I haven't stopped loving you, have I?"

"Not yet."

"Not ever," you insisted. "What's gotten into you?"

Tommy shrugged, running a hand across the back of his neck as he sighed heavily. "I dunno. I guess I'm just fucked."

"Fucked as you are, I still care," you told him softly, coming to stand between his legs. You gently tapped his thigh. "And I'll always care. I've got you, I've got your six."

He nodded slowly. "Thanks…"

"Why don't you give the therapist a call?" You asked. "Maybe they can help, or at least get you out and away from this shithole for an hour."

"A shrink? Really?"

"Tommy, I love you," you started, "but what's going on up in that pretty head of yours? I'm not able to help it that much. You can do just two sessions and see if they say anything of use. That's all."

"You think I'm that fucked up?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No. Therapy doesn't help everyone, it might not do anything for you, but… but I'm worried about you."

Tommy sighed, daring to nod slowly as he searched for his phone. "I'll call tomorrow."

"Thank you," you breathed out. "I'm not saying it's gonna make everything okay, but it's just-"

"Just to see if it does," he grumbled. "I know."

"C'mere," you sighed, taking a step back and waiting for him to slide off of the counter before you put your arms around him tightly.

You knew better than anyone that the one thing that always got to Tommy, the thing that got under his skin in the exact way that he so often needed and wanted, was physical affection; hand holding, kissing his cheek when you left the room, tracing his tattoos with your fingertips.

Tommy and physical affection were jam and cheese.

The second your arms were around him, he slumped against you, and eventually returned the embrace as he clung on tightly; you were the only person he could touch like that, you were the only person who knew how much close contact meant to him.

It was a shame, really. Tommy would have liked to have introduced you to his mother; she would have liked you, and would have told him that you were good for him. He pressed his face to the side of your neck, grumbling under his breath and refusing to let go.

"Just close your eyes, it's alright," you told him gently, rubbing his back. "You're alright, Tommy, I got you, don't worry."

He nodded against you, daring to close his eyes as the last remnants of tension left his body; he relaxed almost entirely, clinging onto you like you were his only lifeline. The only thing keeping him there. Tethered to you as always.

Tommy could actually be vulnerable with you, he could let his guard drop and he could smile; he did as he pulled away, gently cupping your face with his rough hands as he took a moment to examine your features.

Silently thanking you for always being there, yet trying to reassure you that you didn't have to be. He was grateful, but also guilty. You didn't have to do so much for him. He would have been content to know that you were just there; even if he did know that he would do the same for you.

You and Tommy knew, you both knew that you would go to the tip of the universe if the other only asked. You smiled as you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes for a moment.

Tommy could see that you were tired, and if he was honest, so was he. "Come to bed?"

You nodded, holding his hand the entire way to the bedroom; you didn't need to talk, even when you had changed into pyjamas, you and Tommy didn't say a word. Just content and happy to be together. Just needing to be in the other's presence.

Tommy smiled when he cuddled into your side, even now he still expected you would push him away. But you never did. He made himself comfortable against you, tethered to his rock and knowing that no amount of choppy and stormy seas would never take him away from you.

#mlem writes #tommy conlon #tommy conlon imagine #tommy conlon x reader #warrior movie #warrior film #warrior #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy

[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

Chapter 20

Word count : 2942

I think I may actually adore this chapter it’s adorable and everything about it is just so awkward and cute and fluffy , no warning needed , I hope you enjoy it

Matty's POV

I don't take my phone out again until I get up stairs after having a small conversation with my mum about how work was, I said I'd be more open with her so telling her that I got a little stressed but made my way through it is being open right, she gave me a hug and told me to get some sleep because we're going to try to get me back into school tomorrow even if it's just for one lesson , which I made sure to tell her I'll go in all day I'm not "that broken".

Once I open my phone again I notice that there's a small message from George only emojis of the phone , so I text him with a smile on my face "someone is needy tonight huh 🤣", I throw my

Phone onto my bed and strip my shirt and look around for my rucksack because I really need to study and it's not that late so I could do a little bit tonight. I riffle through my rucksack and find my English work because that will bring me the least amount of stress. I pull the work out of my rucksack and place them on my desk then the text alert comes through my phone and I smile to myself and blush when I see it's from George the knot in my stomach that I feel tightens everytime I get a message from him

"Only for you 😉, so can we?", God , this man , Jesus , Im constantly in awe of him all the time, This smile I'm currently sporting never seems to leave my face when I'm talking to him, I bring my phone over to my desk and take a seat as I type my reply

"I really have to study tonight darlin" , I place my phone back down as I hear the sending tone go through, and open my textbook preparing to read through everything I've gone over through the last few years. Without even a second to read it a Snapchat message comes through. This time a picture message from George, he's just sat there at his desk I believe , with his bottom lip perturding outwards, like he's sulking, so I send him the same picture back captioned "don't be like that darlin , I can call you once I've finished" . He reads it instantly so I don't put my phone down and watch his little icon appear on in the corner , even his icon is cute the reply comes through instantaneously

"How long will that be then?", I roll my eyes at this message , affectionately though I have no issue with it it's precious really. So I send back telling him that I shouldn't be too long it all depends how long it takes for me to pull my hair out but also ask what he's being so needy tonight. "I just miss you Matty"

"I miss you too darlin , how about we call but you gotta be quiet while I study , can you do that for me?" , I smile again as I see his little icon pop back up in the corner with and immediate

"YES THAT I CAN DO"

"Go ahead then but shush okay", at this I wait for his call to come through and start going over my last analysis of "The death of a salesmen" text. It takes no less than a second for his call to come through when I answer his face is beaming he's smiling to brightly "heya love"

"Hiya Darlin" , I smile at him before I get myself stuck into my work, I understand he's want to talk but I really need to get in the headspace of studying , as I'm studying I hear tapping from his end his Xbox remote in hand and I want to ask him what he's playing but I shake my head to get myself to concentrate and get back to my book, I've gone over this thing a million times I know it forwards , backwards and sideways but I can do English so if I know it all properly I have a better chance at passing at least one exam you know. After a further ten minutes of reading over the script. I feel like I'm being watched "darlin your starin"

"Nah I ain't" , I look up at him and he is indeed staring, looking at me like I'm the only human in the world that's ever existed

"You most definitely are"

"Aren't you supposed to be studying, sounds like your the one talking, you asked me to be quiet you didn't say I couldn't watch you" , he's smiling at me again looking like such a cheeky fucker that he is

"Alright fine, but stop distracting me okay?, play your game alright" , I sit and watch him smirk at me while he continues clicking away at his game , which gets me to continue with my studying , making notes about all the metaphors and symbolism throughout the text , for a while we just get our stuff done just living in our own worlds but with each other company, when he got bored of his game I'm pretty sure he left for a while but came back with the biggest bowl I've ever seen but I tried to not let him know I noticed he was gone because I'm supposed to be concentrating but I keep finding myself zoning out and just watching him doing his own thing , this last about half an hour just working away at my desk before I zone out completely and find myself just staring at the wall infront of me.

"You tryna shot lasers out your eyes there Matty?" , his voice cracking through the screen startled me out of my day dream

"Huh!", pulling me out of my day dream I shake my head again a little as my hair bounces and look at him just staring at me giggling. "Sorry was just daydreaming"

He puts his bowl into his desk and turn to look at me properly "what you studying , maybe I could help you stay focused?". I roll my eyes and giggle at him again

"I'm doing English, I would be concentrating fine but my heads still banging , and I can't fuckin read it properly cuz I ain't wearing my glasses and can't find my contacts"

"Why aren't you wearing them love, your heads gunna hurt if your straining your eyes"

"I hate them, they just make light lighter and that hurts my eyes so either way somethings gunna hurt", sighing I hold my head in my hands again and shove my books away from my view. "I'll finish it another time, how are feeling anyway darlin?"

"Yeh I'm doing alright", he picks up his bowl again shovelling noodles into his mouth waiting for himself to finish then he continues on "my dads doing my head in now though", that fact that he's really enjoying those noodles makes me smile,I make a mental note to remember that if he's ever here to make sure I have some.

"Why's that Darlin?", just watching him talking about what's bothering him and not being able to just be there for him, he told me about how he hadn't gone to school that day and his dad was just on his back about it really making him not want to go even more. Which I get because I hate it when you get told to do something repeatedly. "I'm sorry Darlin , is there anything I can do to help?"

"No love it's okay , just being here in your company is help enough", I know what it can be like and I understand where he's coming from, I just feel so calm when I'm around him , is that codependency already maybe , but I don't want to change it. "I've wanted to talk to you all day, and just hearing your voice has made the day so much better Matty honestly"

"We spoke earlier darlin , are you sure your okay?", I could get used to needy George so long as it doesn't mean he's upset, I adore this boy more than anything. After asking my question I get up from my seat stretching my legs and it relaxes me so much once all my muscles are stretched out. Picking up my books to return them to my rucksack and come back to the seat. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time which makes me smile.

He's smiling again and cheeks blushed because he knows I caught him "yeh love I'm alright , I...I don't ...I just wanted to hear your voice again....after earlier I suppose...I just feel a little needy right now is all"

"Can I talk to you about earlier actually?", I don't want him to think I wasn't enjoying it as much as he was because Jesus I was but there's a lot going on with me and I need to be sure that he understands "but don't worry about it, I just need to explain stuff."

"Sure thing love , what's up"

"Well , first off please don't think I wasn't as interested as you because , yes I did I want too like really wanted too but um...I was on all these meds for stuff and it just messed me up a little, just made it hard for anything to work...my labido has been kinda none existent for a while , but , but uh , man I don't know what I'm saying, I wanna try with you"

"I didn't think you weren't interested love , you had work and I was just feeling the way I was , don't feel like you have to be that way with me every-time I do", he's moving his hands around like people do when there having an awkward conversation "I'm interested in you but I'd never force sexual stuff on you"

"But..but I...I want too, like I really want too", I'm blushing due to the nature of the conversation and the honesty but also because of how precious his little face is.

"We'll we can , when your ready love, just let me know" , he's got the biggest smile plastered on his face and he looks amazing "you know ...you never have to explain anything to me love..I just wanna be around all the time"

I nod at him while I pick up my laptop and take it over to my bed yawning, I remove my shirt and slip into bed getting cosy. Today has been so busy my muscles are stiff and being in bed really helps me relax.

"Are you tired love ?, I can go if you'd like?" , he still looks wide awake and I swear he's got other things to be getting on with instead of looking after me right , but I just don't want him to go.

"I'm tired yeh but I'm not going to sleep yet, you can stay if you like , but if you've got other stuff to do, then your allowed to go"

"No , I don't want to go yet , I just don't want to keep you awake", he mirrors my actions gets himself into bed "we can watch something if you'd like"

"Oh, oh , oh, have you seen game of thrones , we can watch that if you want", I'm sure everyone has seen that show by now but I love it and the world it surrounds amazes me

"I have seen bits of it yeh , We can watch anything you like love, want me to screen share or can you do it ?", he looks so cute wrapped up in all those darn blankets he has on his bed and it makes me smile and totally forget to answer "Matty?"

"Huh!" , I release my gaze from his face for a second and try to gather what he had asked "oh sorry um yeh , no , um I'll do it", I pull my laptop closer to me to work the screen , while I'm typing away getting the show ready I can see him in the corner of my screen just staring. This in turn makes me blush and roll my eyes "your doing it again", with that I pull up Netflix and share it with him getting ready to play.

"I can't say I know what your talking about love" , we both settle down smiling like madmen and blushing as the title screen plays. The theme tunes send me into a complete other dimension I swear and I love it so much. It makes my smile so much bigger , which makes him giggle "someone's a little obsessed with this ain't they"

"Shush it's playing", he smiles at me again a big toothy grin this time and rolls his eyes. But does start paying attention to it. His eyes grow wide at a few point when something unexpected happens. I get overly excited at certain parts asking him if he understands what's going on which he replies with a nod as if to say he's heard me but isn't listening also he's engrossed and I swear it's amazing. We steal a few glances every now and then and blushing like teenage girls when we catch the other doing it. When the first one ends I ask if he wants to watch the next one which he gladly accepts, midway through the next one I see his eyes start to drop slightly as our mine "Darlin you still with me?"

"Mhm", he shakes his head a little and rubs his eyes trying to look more awake as he continues watching, his eyes still slowly dropping every few moments

"Darlin, we can watch this tommrow if you like, your tired ", I pause the episode and wait for him to reply as I yawn myself.

"I was enjoy it though" . He pours at me like a petulant child hoping I'd continue to play it but I can't keep him up and we both need sleep

"We can come back to it tommrow Darlin get your head down and we can get some sleep yeh?"

"Okay then if you say so". He moves his laptop to the other side of his bed so he can get properly comfortable in bed and lays down on his pillow his eyes shutting almost instantly "goodnight love" he blows me a kiss and turns over.

"Good night darlin" , I watch his back rise and fall for a little while hopefully he's asleep because I really need to talk to Ross. Once he's sure I'm asleep. I pick up my phone and send Ross a quick text to check if he's awake "DEFCON 5 ROSS , DEFCON 5". I move my laptop onto the other side of my bed also and sit up a little bit. A text from Ross doesn't take to long to come back "call me then dickhead"

I quickly pull him up on the offer and click the call button and bring the phone to my ear and start biting my nails while I wait for him to answer which doesn't take to long to come through.

"What's up ?" , he sounds a little groggy like I awoke him up.

"Did I wake you ?"

"No I'm just tired but I was on call with John and saw your message and thought I should call you", told you hes a fuckin gem "so what's up Matty?"

"I think I'm down bad Ross , like really down bad" , I continue bitting on my nails which makes the senatnce come out a little mumbled but he still catches onto what I'm saying.

"For George?", the fact that Ross remembers his name is a good start.

"Mhm" is all I can muster up the strength to say right now.

"What do you want me to do about it. I don't know him, Just talk to him Matty, he's seems like a good bloke"

"But how do I tell him"

"With your words Matty , you know use your voice box that thing that I've never known for you to close since I met you , you numpty" , I roll my eyes at this response because it's the most Ross response I have ever heard to a question

"But what do I say I meant , you dickead"

"Just tell him you like him or something I don't know"

"Much help Ross much help"

"Man honestly just go for it, if he makes you happy just let him know , I'm made up for you lad but you need to take the steps for yourself and I'm sure if he's a grand bloke he'll like you too why shouldn't he?"

"I don't know , he seems to like me but I'm scared it's to early"

"It might be , but all you can do is talk it through bro its can't go too wrong right ?"

"I'll try , anyway, I'll let you get back to your lover man ey , don't do anything I wouldn't yeh?" , I can physically feel him rolling his eyes at me.

"Ha-ha , very funny , but alright lad , I'll see you tommrow yeh?, and we can talk about it tommrow"

"Alright see ya"

"See you tommrow lad" , we both hand up and i through my phone into charge after I sent my alarm for school, with this I lay down properly and pull my blanket up to my chin to feel the warmth engulf me and I go back to watching George's back rise and fall . Which helps lul me to sleep. But what I didn't realise was while I was having Thai conversation George wasn't fully asleep yet and heard everything and was just laying there with the biggest grin on his face.

#george daniel #matty healy #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic

[sweetiehyuka]

The Biggest Hits Of Bighit

a Tomorrow X Together fanfiction by my non-moa bff that has been forced to know everything about TXT

wc - too long for bullshit like this

warnings - obviously satire, absolute nonsense, not even funny 😭, space dinosaurs, bang pd does backflips, british supermarkets, sonic the hedgehog, wigs, clones, references to lita ford's song kiss me deadly, bts don't exist in this universe to make txt the most famous group from bighit 💀, a very joking mention of hueningkai dying but it's not serious and he comes back lmao

besties note - hi this is julias friend. hello to her followers. I am incredibly sorry for this fanfiction, we've been having a three day long sleepover and we're driving eachother insane :) also, in the original version, julia featured heavily but she made me remove it cuz I was just making fun of her 😭

100000000 years ago, five boys called Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Kai defeated space dinosaurs to stop them from destroying the earth. Now, they have been named the rulers of the universe, and cat and dog is the national anthem of every country on earth. They are the five most beloved people in the world, so what happens when these good boys...go bad?

Yeonjun is alone. He is sat outside co-op on a bench, crying. Soobin senses that his bestie is sad, so he gets in a taxi and rides to the co-op. Unfortunately, I just changed my mind and decided that I want Kai to comfort him instead, so Soobin crashes into a Sainsbury's Local, where he is mobbed by fans.

Suddenly, Yeonjun hears a voice behind him.

"Yeonjun, why are you about to Huening Cry!"

Oh my god. It's Hueningkai.

"I'm gonna Huening Try to make you feel better."

"Kai, I think what's wrong is..." Yeonjun hangs his head. " When we defeated that space dinosaur and wrote cat and dog, the most famous song in the universe, we were good boys. But now... I think we've gone bad."

Hueningkai gasps.

"No we haven't gone bad! What do you mean?"

"Well... I went to a party last Saturday night, I didn't get laid, I got in a fight."

"Huh? That ain't no big thing..."

"Well you see, I was late for my job cuz the traffic was bad, and I had to borrow ten bucks from Soobin's dad!"

Hueningkai gasps. Yeonjun collapses on the floor crying.

"Oh my god, you have gone bad, lol!"

Once Kai says lol out loud, he realises that he's also gone bad, so he collapses and cries too.

A helicopter flies above the co-op, and Bang PD does a backflip out of it and lands infront of the crying boys.

"Omg stop crying u losers lmao we got to film a m dash v"

"But Mr Bang PD, we're good boys that have gone bad."

"Oh my god, write that down! That's your comeback song." Bang PD says, before picking them up and flying into the sky and landing in the helicopter that is being flown by Beomgyu.

Since they are the rulers of the universe, the hybe building is in space. So they go to the hybe building that is in space. When they arrive, Taehyun calls a team meeting, and has to tell the other boygroup - I forgot their name - to leave because it doesn't concern them.

He stands on a soapbox.

"Guys, we are good boys gone bad."

They decide to hold an intervention to discuss why they think they've gone bad.

Yeonjun explains that he had to borrow money from Soobin's dad.

I mixed up yeonjun and taehyun by accident so I don't know a reason for taehyun 😭

Hueningkai says that it's because, even though he's not scared of lions and tigers and bears, he is scared of losing someone special.

Beomgyu just runs in a circle, screams, and goes to his room to cry.

They look around, waiting for the final confession.

"Wait, where's Soobin?"

~

Soobin is Soo-being crushed by fans in Sainsbury's Local. He slithers out of the door and runs to the taxi. Sadly, the taxi driver was tragically killed in the crash, so Soobin had to get his My Little Pony razor scooter out of the boot of the taxi and speeds away towards space - because since it's an MLP Scooter, it has the magic of friendship that can make him fly. However, since it's literally a scooter, he's gonna be flying for a rly long time 😭

"I wish this scooter went faster... by the time I reach home, Yeon-jun might be Old-jun!"

A voice errupts from nowhere.

"Did someone say... fast?"

Way past cool! Gotta go fast! I'm outta here! Other catchphrases Sonic says...!

It's sonic the hedgehog!!!

Soobin gawks, extremely happy.

"Odi, you grew up!"

"Woah, tall guy. I'm sonic."

"Oh,,, anyway... Sonic, the blue blur, the master of fast, how do I go faster?!?! I need to get home!!"

"Idk lol, I just get summoned every time someone says fast." He says, taking a bite of his chilli dog.

"I'm outta here!"

Sonic disappears into a cloud of smoke.

Due to sonics presence, the scooter goes 0.25x speed faster. Yay.

~

Back at bighit, the boys have no choice but to film the music video without Soobin, because the comeback is tomorrow. Hueningkai has to put on a blue wig to pretend to be Soobin, and they just hope that nobody will notice.

~

The music video is released. Everyone notices, but it's okay, because they love it and think it's a post modern work of art masterpiece.

~

At this point, they're really worried, because it's literally been weeks since Soobins disappearance 😭 the people in Sainsbury's Local hadn't reached the self checkout yet, so they couldn't share the news that Soobin was alive. TXT put out ads for a temporary replacement for Soobin, but it didn't gain much traction because the picture in the ad was just Hueningkai in a blue wig.

Just when they were losing hope, they see a huge silhouette at the door. The door opens.

"SOOBIN!" beomgyu shrieks.

"I'm finally here oh my god, let's just film the music video"

Taehyun shakes his head.

"You're late, it's out. Hueningkai wore a wig to replace you. Where were you??"

"I was stuck in Sainsbury's Local! I can't believe you replaced me..."

Odi walks in.

"Sorry lol just getting some milk from the fridge."

Odi walks out.

"Soobin, you need to understand, we've gone bad."

"YOU REPLACED ME WITH KAI IN A WIG!?"

"We're good boys that have gone bad!"

The argument gets literally nowhere because they're arguing about different things.

"But I'm irreplaceable!"

"Guys, stop!" a hysterical yeonjun yodels. "We need to hold a world announcement."

~

The boys stand on top of the Eiffel tower, and look out into the crowd of loving fans. Taehyun accidentally left his soap box at the space dorm, so he just kicks Beomgyus shins and stands on his back instead.

"We have an announcement."

"As you may have realised by our comeback song, we are good boys that have gone bad."

"No!" A fan yells.

"You're still good boys! You're uwu babies!" Another fan adds. "Do aegyo!"

Hueningkai pushes Taehyun off of Beomgyus back and steps up onto him.

"I also have something to say. I lied. I'm a pretty little liar! I AM scared of lions and tigers and bears, but I still wanna be a good boy for our MOA!"

He winks and pokes his cheeks. Everyone screams and cries and throws up.

"So, from now on to work on my bad boy antics, if I see a bear whilst I'm out in the woods I will treat like one of my plushies!"

Two weeks later, Hueningkai was mauled to death by a bear after trying to cuddle it 💔

Suddenly, a large crowd of people with blue wigs on emerge from the streets of Paris.

"Oh my god, the ad," yeonjun says, laughing, as the clones of soobin start climbing up the Eiffel tower.

Just as the clones are about to eat soobin so they can replace him, bang pd does a triple somersault and sprinkles grass on them, and they all immediately hiss and run away because MOAs are allergic to touching grass <3

~

The future is great for TXT. Hueningkai magically comes back to life and they release their new song "Bad Boys Gone Good', which receives amazing reviews.

'omg this song is SO different from the last one 😮🤪 versatile kings 😍😁 - beomgyustoenail123'

They go on to rule the universe for the rest of eternity.

The End <3

[If you read all of this, I'm very shocked. :D]

#txt fanfic #kpop fanfic #soobin fanfic #taehyun fanfic #beomgyu fanfic #yeonjun fanfic #hueningkai fanfic #txt #tomorrow x together #kpop fic #txt crack #yeonjun fic #soobin fic #beomgyu fic #taehyun fic #hueningkai fic #good boys gone bad

[incarnateirony]

Okay so, you guys know I went from some pretty recent highs to a series of unfortunate lows as disability onset. But as I see the finish line clear as day, and things actually getting REAL GOOD HERE SOON, I really got no choice to ride it instead of stress--and I've been laughing.

So enjoy the story of:

"Man, you guys think autistic executive function is bad? Let's try Autistic Executive Function With Effectual Narcoleptic Disorder.", which I'm actually now laughing at myself the last few months.

Because god DAMN is it debilitating to pass out all the time.

So anyway, some months back, monnnnths back I got REAL sick. It used up most of my PTO. Afterward, I started passing out, which they wanted separate notes for, for any kind of leave. But I have my funky medical history and my clinic was backed up and by the time I got in, it was too late basically. I mean doc has on file I'm basically screwed, so there was that. Weird silver lining but okay.

My bosses were great, apologized, said if I ever felt I could do the old 9-5 style again they'd take me back in a heartbeat rehire policy be damned, but that was a pretty big limiter. And like that, poof--my insurance, including my disability insurance I was trying to file for at the same time which would pay me about 1200/mo forever even BEFORE federal SS--boom, gone.

So at this point, you're probably like, wow, I'd be panicking. But really I was too tired from falling asleep over and over through the day to care? I was like. well i have some savings and I can pull my peasly lil one year 401k i'm good.

So at this point it's like early november. You know you're an industrious person and can make this work. You got time, and a variety of side income options. And. You fall asleep. And--you know you're an industrious person and-- you fall asleep.

Yo okay this rebooting shit is getting wild. Is today tomorrow new zealand? Wait, what day is it. Oh shit how did I lose a week?

So around then it's like. Mid November suddenly. You're not sure when that happened somewhere in the last 100 times you passed out but it sure the fuck did. In that time you've been getting up to do various processes that need done. Like dishes. Or trash. Or posting online. Or stuff. But there was zero concept of time much less ability to prioritize by it. THINGS WERE ACCOMPLISHED SUCCESSFULLY, BUT NOT NECESSARILY AS NEEDED.

So in this time you're like, trying to fill out paperwork and shit, like disability and all that good stuff. Only this also falls in the various miscellaneous life tasks pile, complete with passing out a few times at processes like 'get a copy of id' or whatever. So somehow this only gets in at like. End of month. But now it's holidays anyway so god knows ain't nobody opening it until today when I'm making this post, if I'm lucky.

So. Like. Somehow you just had to pay out not just October and November, but December from those spare funds and you realized, wait. When's the last time I paid my FUCKING utilities. FUCK. FUCK I DIDN'T PUT THAT ON MY LIST.

Even while I was working, I realized my passing out schedule; what I didn't think about was why it was a passing out schedule. I spent months, these many months, fighting it. Like, maybe if I try this diet thing or cutting coffee or doing whatever, I can do... something. It has to be something I can adjust. But no.

And some point around early december I got an insomnia bit, it shifted my schedule half a day, and I slept through what I can only call peak passout period. And yeah I woke up groggy like mornings and took a while to get moving but... I really only passed out like once in a few weeks, and that was while figuring out this could, in fact, be a schedule.

But you know. That's in a few weeks. So basically, Merry Christmas, go you, you figured out How To Fucking Function Again.

So this last week has been primarily that, and I've even scouted out a WFH job that might suit even these limitations, though still letting other things pend. I got stressed from the roomies being late on shit and went full middle class suburban housewife in panic for a second there. And yeah I'm in the red bad this month, but I can just post another garage sale in the basement if I really gotta push just enough to hop ahead.

For what it's worth, the doctor literally put on file that he can't figure out what's causing it, just that it's clearly debilitating. But my health is so complicated the simplest thing demands minimum 12 blood panels because, for most people, it's usually X thing, but for me, it could be 100 things, something he's literally said. He has to treat me like an episode of House whenever I come in, only instead of being an asshole, he's quirky and gay.

not all doctors get a zebra in their lifetime, but the ones that recognize they ARE there instead of regular ol horses tend to end up REAL keen docs.

But that said, that IS why I pushed my patreon and stuff a bit this month, to help bridge the gap if you will, but I brought myself down like. Nono, LET them bring this to court, this will go so bad for them. I show up with my 1700 receipts from THEIR negligence they've been dodging and they come at me over being a few weeks late once like their weird autotrigger threat emails. Nawwww. open that can, assholes. So I'm good. Got what I need for the second, and know over the next week I got enough liquid cash coming in to do whatever it is i need to do.

So now that I'm sitting here realizing I'm 100x better than good just Not Right This Second, but finally in relative mastery of my schedule as long as I stop trying to conform, I can't help but look back at the lunacy of the last 3 months.

Like sure, in life I was always more nightowl aligned. But I could snap into Adult(TM) schedule. With the random passouts, I couldn't. I literally couldn't. And for some reason the heat of them came pretty much during normal 9-5 work hours. Then, duh, I decide to sleep through the worst period of my flares after a few months instead of Trying To Make It Work, and omg, I'm mostly functional.

Who woulda thunk if I didn't spend all my spoons fighting my body just to fit Normie Shit, I'd be able to hold coherent days.

That's where I've been since the holidays roughly, though the last week is realizing I HAVE finally found a tempo that works for more than a few days, this is NOT a temporary resolution. Now it's just working in those constraints.

But what a wild timeless dream ride like October through December were, jesus christ. Goddamn groundhog day. I feel you, Sam, I feel you buddy.

For what it's worth, finding that schedule has you know, given time meaning, instead of floating through Just Being In The Cosmos But Somehow Paying Rent In It or whatever that was for a season there. Jesus christ.

Literally none of it was lack of effort. The effort was there, it was just in a million tasks I could never finish before passing out again. Or at least not in the necessary order. WILD shit to experience.

#not spn #me

[rolling-restart]

If you were up to writing some more Nico/Jense then I’d love “things you said when you were drunk” for them please

Pairing: Nico/Jenson

Prompt: 11. things you said when you were drunk

Not beta-read.

Nico sipped his virgin mojito while watching Jenson swing on his feet next to him, talking to someone, probably Mark. It was time to go home an hour ago but somehow Jenson managed to convince Nico to stay just a little longer.

"One more drink, love. Then we will leave."

Nico gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded. He wouldn't say it was a mistake to come to this little informal grid reunion but his head was aching from the music.

"I hate that expression."

Nico turned his head to face Jenson. He frowned at Jenson's slurred sentence.

"What do you mean?"

"You look disappointed."

His frown deepened. He had no idea what kind of expression he had before Jenson mentioned but he was sure it was just bored, or maybe tired.

"Not at all, are you okay?"

Jenson nodded in slow motion and chuckled. Mark chose that moment to put his hand on Jenson's shoulder to announce he was excusing himself to the bathroom. Jenson turned his gaze back at Nico once he was gone.

"I am okay, very okay. How can't I be when you are here, with me?"

Nico rolled his eyes in amusement. So this was it, a drunken declaration of intense emotions, like Jenson always performed when he had one too many.

"You didn't think so when you were talking to Sebastian earlier."

Nico had to admit, he was ever so slightly annoyed that he missed the chance to catch up on sleep once Jenson declared that he wanted to stay longer. Maybe it wasn't the best time to tease, but Nico could never hold his mouth closed when he should.

"What?"

"You two seemed close."

It was Jenson's turn to frown. Nico downed his drink. He was sure Jenson was going to say something along the lines of "Are you jealous?" accompanied by a sly smile.

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Now, this was a surprise. Nico mentioned their previous conversation to invoke playfulness while disclosing his slight discomfort. He totally wasn't expecting a real answer from Jenson, which made him nervous all of a sudden.

"No, not at all, uhm, maybe yes, a little... but it's fine, I know he is your friend."

Jenson didn't seem convinced. He shook his head and left his half-empty glass on the bar to reach Nico's hand.

"I'm so sorry, Nico. I should've known better."

Nico felt tense as if he started something very wrong.

"It's okay, Jenson, it's fine."

Jenson closed his eyes and smiled while shaking his head again.

"Don't call me Jenson, like a stranger."

"What do you mean, it's your name."

Jenson was absentmindedly caressing Nico's free hand. Nico never aimed to invoke such an emotion-packed reaction from his lover.

"No, no, I feel like you call me Jenson only when you are unhappy with me. Ain't I your Schatz? Liebling?"

Nico stopped himself from rolling his eyes at Jenson's cheesiness. It was true that Nico called him pet names in private but even though they were out, about and together for a while, he always felt a little uncomfortable declaring his emotions in public.

"You are, my love, but you know... We are in public and-"

"Tell me, dear, did I make you upset?"

Nico took a second to consider.

"Maybe only a little. But it's not your fault. I am just being a pussy. I'm sorry."

Jenson left Nico's hand to cradle his face with such fondness in his eyes that Nico wanted to cry on the point.

"Never apologise, darling, it's okay. I'll be... I'll be better tomorrow. Will you be able to excuse my drunk ass for tonight, though?"

Nico chuckled to hide the fact that he was about to tear up.

"Not if you don't stop being sappy."

Jenson didn't let his face go. His eyes were focused on Nico's face with the intensity that Nico only witnessed during their most intimate moments.

"I'm so lucky to have you, love. Nothing compares to this." Jenson gestured at Nico with his head.

Nico really wanted to go home. He was never the one to take compliments with ease. Not the genuine ones at least.

"Jenson..."

"It's true, darling, every day I wake up early and look at you and think of how lucky I am to have you."

Even though Nico was afraid that someone will hear them, and proceed to make fun, his anxiety couldn't suppress the butterflies.

"Really?"

Jenson nodded fondly.

"Really. And I am sincerely sorry. I should know better. Better than hurting the love of my life over a conversation.

Nico felt his face blushing.

"Love of your life?"

"Yes, and I know that you are the only face I want to see, the rest of my life by my side. I know you don't like talking about this stuff but, hey I am drunk ain't I."

Nico's eyes were burning. He never had been comfortable talking about his feelings, not even after getting together. In his life, his feeling and his extravagant expression of them were used so many times against him that he didn't want to be vulnerable anymore. Not even to the guy he loved.

"I will remind you this when it's your turn to fold the laundry."

He knew he was trying to sabotage the emotional air but he was also sure that his expression wasn't working with him.

"I'll do it, I'll fold the laundry every time you ask me to. I just... I just want to make you happy, you know. I am tired of feeling afraid, I am tired of fearing that you might change your mind one day upon something stupid I do. You know that I just want to make you happy, don't you?"

Nico was left speechless, which was a rare occurrence. Since he avoided talking about mushy stuff, obviously, he missed all these little fears and anxieties of his lover. Nico felt like he wasn't to blame, though. Jenson was so nice, so kind, so good-looking that no one could believe that he could feel insecure about anything.

"Oh, Liebling, I never knew... knew that you felt this way."

Nico hated himself for not formulating a better response, something that would soothe Jenson.

"It's okay, darling, it's not your job to fix it. But you should know that I am trying, to be the best for you. Not only the best but the best person for you. I want to be the person who knows you the best and loves you the best. Will you let me try?"

Nico tried to ignore the fact that it lowkey sounded like a proposal but he didn't voice it to not ruin anything. He hadn't been the best person in the world and didn't commit the best deeds but here he was, with the best man in the entire world.

"Yes, yes, I will."

Jenson smiled so big that it made Nico's heart ache. That was the expression he wanted to see on Jenson's face. Now and for good.

"You're down for another drink?"

Mark slapped Jenson's shoulder, making them both jolt with surprise. They were so focused on each other that the lights felt like they were dimmed and the music felt like it went out.

"No, no, we are leaving now. Thanks, man."

Jenson turned to Nico.

"Ready to leave, love?"

Oh, yes, he was ready. He was ready to leave that bar, that city, this planet if it meant his happily ever after with Jenson.

"Yes, I am ready to leave."

#Nico rosberg/jenson button #answered asks #nr #jb #sfw. #things you said prompts

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I S W E A R IF YOU KILL KAREN

Nah

She'll be fine :))

This is aaalllllll fine :')

BUT SERIOUSLY IF SHE DIES YOU DIE

Also not Hen doing CPR 😭😭😭 I nearly said bringing her back to life and technically we don't know bUT IT BETTER BE

Anyway <3

That's the end of my final thoughts :D!! Now time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode :D!! I thought the call center/home invasion plotline was really good, though I feel bad for Maddie, and even that guy :(((. I don't remember his name xD. But it was cool and well thought out, especially given she showed him how to check the logs a whiiiiile ago, and yeah, it was great :D.

Now quick stuff!!

Maddie and Chimney: I'm happy they did get a nanny, but I'm also happy they got rid of her XD. I couldn't have dealt with her any longer lol. But it was a funny storyline XDD. Still, I think they may end up needing one again in the future. But! Yeah, I'm glad that particular household manager is gone lol :).

Hen (and Karen of course!!): I am SO glad she passed the exam :D. I mean I really didn't think she'd fail, but still :))). I thought we might spend more of the episode (like earlier on), on it, but it felt good in the time it had :)). Also yes their family remains adorable <33. And their one with the 118, obviously :D. Anyway, add another HenRen interruption to the list xD Poor them xddd.

Lastly (for them) :D,

DON'T YOU D A R E KILL KAREN

YOU'RE TOWING A THIN LINE EVEN INJURING HERE

BUT I S W E A R WRITERS I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU KILL KAREN

(not really don't worry)

But I will be very angry >:((( and also horribly sad 😭😭😭😭.

I do really think she'll be okay though :). She better be xdd

Everyone else: OKAY SLFKHSJGKDLS I LOVED THE PASSING OF HOOVER AROUND XDDD

That was honestly probably one of the funniest parts in the episode lol

Just, amazing, iconic <333. Truly xD. Anyway, I love their little family :'))). And also I will not recover with Hen leaves 😭😭😭😭. We better still see her!! And not just occasionally, I want to SEE my GIRL >:(( xD :DD.

Anyway lol, yeah 😭😭, that montage broke me ❤️, and I love them so much 🥰🥰🥰😍😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Also that other call was good! Very scary for me personally xD, glad he was okay, and I'm happy they did come back to help lol.

Anyway yeah in short next week I'll die <33

BUT WHATEVER AS LONG AS KAREN DOESN'T

watching y'all -.-

Also I think that (roommate's) boyfriend thing with May might become a thing 🤔

Like a plotline

Idk maybe I'm reading too much into it but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

I mean tbh ain't that my job xD

Overall, I loved this episode!! It had some great storylines all around, I am SO happy for Hen, and everyone was just amazing and adorable :). I live in fear (for next week).

So yeah! That's about it. I thought this was a really great episode, and even though I'm super nervous, I'm so excited for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 5: Home Invasion

What a strong episode! I am super scared for next week, but also super excited and very invested. I'll be back then for my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 6: Tomorrow

See you then!!

#9-1-1 #911 #9-1-1 on fox #911 on fox #9-1-1onfox #911onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #s6e06 uncomfortably close to 666 /hj xD #anyway lol <33 #loved the episode :D #she better survive. #xD #xD for my severity and the switch to it lol #anyway!!! #love you guys :DDD ❤️❤️ #byeee :)) <33333!!

[voxiiferous]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝟓-𝟏𝟎 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. repost, don't reblog. Stolen from @hcppyhotel

We Built This City - Starship

Someone's always playing corporation games / Who cares, they're always changing corporation names / We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage / They call us irresponsible, write us off the page Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? / We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll

Looking On The Bright Side Of Life - Ray Noble & His Orchestra

Today I'm in the shadow / Tomorrow maybe / The clouds will lift / And let the sun shift over to me / I'm looking on the bright side / Though today's all care and strife / I can wear a grin, sticking out my chin / Looking on the bright side of life

It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing) - Ella Fitzgerald

Yes, it don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing / Well, it don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing / It makes no difference if it's sweet or hot / Just give that rhythm everything you got

Gangsta's Paradise - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox, Ft. Robyn Adele Anderson

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death / I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left / 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that / Even my momma thinks that my mind is gone

I'm Okay - Honest Men

Outside polished clean / A good degree, a movie screen, commercial / But to my defeat / My mind's a mess, the guilty stress, impress you / My philosophy / Is that the more I give the more you see what I do / Tell me I'm alright

The Show Must Go On - Queen

The show must go on / The show must go on, yeah / Inside my heart is breaking / My makeup may be flaking / But my smile, still, stays on

Artificial - Daughtry

No blood in the veins / Built to feel without the pain / Circuits for the brain / Wide awake / A vision of perfection all lies / A deadly resurrection disguised

Caesar on a TV Screen - The Last Dinner Party

And just for a second, I could be one of the greats / I'll be Caesar on a TV screen, champion of my fate / No one can tell me to stop, I'll have everything I want / Anyone and everyone will like me then / Everyone will like me then

#*cathode rays and rock and roll (vincent price) #*soundtrack (music)

[waterforlorn]

day seven. october 13th.

maybe we shouldn't have shut our phones off. i know why nico said we should, because if we had constant contact to camp we'd be more tempted to cancel our plans and go back. i think part of him misses it, too. it's not the BEST life there, but it's .. got its perks. i guess? i mean i can't complain. it's ALWAYS been good for me.

when i was a kid, it showed me safety for the first time in my life. it never lasted and i think knowing what life could be like ... and coming back home... made home all the much worse, but i got to get away for a little while at least. when i left home and stayed in camp .. they let me despite the state i was in. it wasn't even like i was feral or was a threat to everybody. but .. i came with anger, a bomb waiting to explode and i know it impacted my ability to learn.

controlling water - or earth for that matter when i can't even control myself? yeah nah, that was never gonna work. i joined the army to unleash the rage and maybe drown it in blood.. i ain't gonna lie. that'd been the plan. i was just some kid who didn't know better. i didn't know you couldn't just enroll, get a gun and go fight a war. it'd been a comforting thought though.

i'm still surprised how patient sarge was with me early on. well, always. when i came in the first day and gave him the stink-eye, he came over to me, looked at me right in the eyes and told me i had two options. either i shut the fuck up and get my ass in line or he'd send me home packing to get back to my life as a loser. he didn't know how very right he was with that. but it wasn't even the threat, it was something in his... vibes...? yeah, i think that's what the kids call it these days. VIBES.

something in the way he looked at me made me wanna try. i mean, i know WHY i stayed. i've always had spite and sarge challenged me, so... i never said i was smart. and it didn't take him very long at all to find out how severely fucked up i really was, too. but he never gave up on me.

not saying nico's like sarge, but he reminds me a little of him. or maybe that's just because he refuses to see me for who i am. A LOST CAUSE. which is fine with me.

no idea why that came up today. guess i was lost in thoughts for a bit. whatever. it's been a long day. nico took me to some place he was SURE i'd like and guess what? fucker was right as per usual. it was stunning. maquoketa caves state park. yeah, i thought what the fuck at first, too. but being out there ... being one with nature is just one of the best feelings really. we did a bit of sparring, which was enjoyable and getting to kick nico's ass around a bit was quite fun, too. he's still getting the hang of his new weapon, so i'm gonna enjoy being able to kick his ass for as long as it lasts. i reckon once he's more used to the maul, he's going back to pushing me around.

it was just us there, really, so we had a little fun in one of the caves. nico's not the public-kinda-guy, but i CAN be quite convincing and i'm pretty sure he didn't regret it in the slightest. no idea why, but i went back to the reception after and picked up one of those brochures for tourists and one of them actually had the park in it. nobody's ever gonna see this, so .. i don't know why i did it. EMOTIONS i guess.

i'm having a really good time on this trip. i didn't really go into my emotions today, but i don't really want to either. i'll do it double tomorrow. or .. whenever else i'll do another entry. it's a little funny. i thought that i'd feel CRAPPY if i abandoned my schedule. apparently... i don't. like, i'm still as restless and still as eager to stab some poor schmuck. it's not got worse or anything, so i guess all this schedule shit is just to distract me from the urges or something. unless i'm too far gone to notice. hm. guess i'm gonna find out.

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