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Noir Nocturne Part 1 Chapter 22 Oh What a Beautiful Morning

Claire awoke to the sounds of bird song, and languidly stretched her arms up, arching her back as she did so, glorying in the still fresh bed. She turned to Jamie, thinking to wake him, only to find him lying on his side, facing her, an odd half smile playing about his lips.

“A good morning to you and just what are you doing, might I ask?” He seemed a bit embarrassed or perhaps shy, but for the life of her, she couldn’t understand how he could be. Well, maybe she could, there were still moments when the newness of their situation caused her some small flutters of the same feelings.

True, they were nowhere near as awkward as they had been the first morning after the wedding, still it was all so fresh and even absurd at times. His joy at learning to be her lover was still contagious, but disconcerting at times, the depth of their passion only growing with each passing day.  The thing was though, the dire situation that led them to be married in the first place, and the other causes for his acquiescence to it, whatever those may be, no longer existed. Would they still find a way to make it work together? Did she want to? For that matter, did he? She thought he might, especially now, but that wasn’t as comforting as it might have been somehow.

“I went to get up to dress when I heard Dougal go downstairs a few moments ago Sassenach, but I decided to stay here and watch ye sleep for a wee moment.” He started to reach out a hand to her, but appeared to think better of it and sat up instead.

“Why were you studying me in my sleep? Do I drool or make strange faces?” she asked, genuinely enchanted by the thought that he would lie quiet by her side and study her face, but feeling the need for levity suddenly.

“It calms me to do so. Tis a special kind of magic about yer face when ye are like that. I find myself wanting to gather ye into my arms and stroke the length of you softly, like a wee cheetie. Foolish I ken, but tis true just the same” he said, while studying his own hands intently and thereby hiding his expression from her.

She thought of telling him that there was nothing to be afraid of in this day, but knew that wasn’t true, and that that was probably not what he meant anyway. She couldn’t imagine him being frightened of much of anything actually, perhaps he simply meant it centered him, which was just as flattering.

“You calm me too Jamie. I feel…” she began, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Are ye awake Man? Ye need to be getting a move on.” Murtagh said as he poked his head in. He had the good grace to look embarrassed when he saw Claire, obviously naked, still in the bed, hastily arranging sheets and blankets over herself. “Your pardon Mistress, I didna think” he mumbled to the floor, but didn’t withdraw his head from the room.

“It’s alright, I know you are adjusting to Jamie no longer being a bachelor on top of everything else too.” Claire said graciously, smiling but watching as a very naked Jamie stood up, stretched and went to the closet. He obviously did not care if his Godfather saw him undressed, why should she?

“I’ll be down directly, is Angus ready too?” Jamie said over his shoulder as he pulled on the dungarees, apparently forgetting about the boxers, Claire saw. She started to say something and then with a small shrug of one shoulder, let it go.

“Aye, the crafty buggers already up and tried the latches on the chests again and told me as he kens there must be something of value to be had there and that he means to find out, whether we like it or no.”

“Ye’ll no be stopping him if ye tried I reckon. Wait and see what’s in them before ye clout him about it aye?”

“Jamie!” was all Claire could sputter out to this piece of information and advice.

Jamie, now dressed, boots and all, grinned and quickly moved to the bed. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his eyes alight with mischief. “Oh, ye ken as well as I do there’ll be no stopping him at any rate, Mo Graidh. I’ll be in the kitchen” and with that, he turned on his heal and left Claire alone to dress for her first day at work as well.

TO BE CONTINUED

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The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?’ ‘You mean we ought to get them fighting?’ asked Harry. 'No’ said Ron seriously, ’I mean we should tell them to get out. We dont want anymore Dobbys, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -’
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

more and more am i seeing videos and gifsets of wild animals in human environments being passed around on tumblr. while the majority of them are harmless on the surface, it feels like a lot of people either don’t question or just straight up ignore how odd it is to see a serval playing with a box in the kitchen, or a sloth clinging to someone’s pet cat, or a wild young bird following somebody around. consequentially, it means a lot of poor rehab ethics, husbandry practises, and iffy animals being kept as pets are being passed around as not only cute, but as acceptable and completely unworthy of criticism.

please consider the source before you reblog a video of a wild animal. 

l o v e - tom holland

summary: tom and y/n are so in love. from the way he looks at her to being the only one he truly adores. love was made for them. this is the ups and downs of being in love with tom holland.

notes: gif not mine based off the song by nat king cole. this was supposed to be something cute and small i wrote in an evening but here we are a week later with the longest fic i’ve ever written. please leave me your thoughts, i worked really hard on this!!

word count: 3542

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This is one of the most shallow reasons for why Kara and Lena are a great match (especially because there are so many great non shallow reasons) but I love that Kara won’t have to worry about spending any extra money she has on food because Lena’s a damn billionaire. I know it’s a running gag about how much Kara loves food but she honestly needs a lot of it.

Kara probably has a semi decent income from CatCo but with all her expenses and the fact that she most likely isn’t paid by the DEO, every leftover penny goes to making sure she gets enough calories, especially after she becomes Supergirl and starts using her powers on a daily basis. That’s a ton of food she has to buy in order to balance out how many calories she burns.

But she never wants Lena to think she’s using the woman for her money. Never. So she insists on splitting the bill or ordering much less than she needs if Lena insists on paying and Lena finds it so damn frustrating because why won’t her best friend let her pay for her food???

Until one day it just clicks for Lena after she’s told the Supergirl secret and has done the calorie math in her head and God Kara how are you able to afford all the food that you need? and the next day when Kara walks into her apartment, she sees that Lena has finally used the key she was given to completely overstock Kara’s kitchen with all sorts meals, snacks, protein bars, etc., with a simple note on the counter saying Let me know when you’re running low and it’s stupid but Kara finds herself getting emotional at Lena’s complete acceptance of who she is.

So we’re all very shook about Xefros’s and Dammek’s relationship, but can we please shine some light on Joey’s admittedly sad situation?

-Her house is a mess, I mean really it’s fucking filthy.

-There’s no food in the kitchen, not even any dog food.

-She has an awful relationship with her dad/grandpa/jake (who, I’ve got to admit, jake sounds like a huge ass in beta earth).

-Her babysitter is hardly competent. (Sorry Roxy)

-She’s basically providing for Jude all on her own.

-This poor girl clearly misses her mother with all her heart.

Douchebag gets it....

So this happened quite a few years ago, and the stage will take some setting. It might be more of a Karma than a Revenge story, but you guys seem to appreciate it when a Douchebag takes it up the ass, so here’s a fine tale…

I was working as a dishwasher in a new Fine Dining restaurant in the downtown of a largish city. Chef Paul came from a rich family with a lot of connections, but he made his own way through culinary school and was both talented and dedicated to his art. His family ponied up the cash for a location right downtown in Office Tower Land, but Chef Paul made the place the “hotspot” for the movers and shakers of the town. Our clientele was the Rolex set, people with a string of initials on their business cards and high-powered job titles.

Chef Paul was the nicest guy you could imagine away from the restaurant, but when he was on the cookline, he was an aggressive and abrupt bully of the old school. It was an open kitchen, meaning you could see it from the dining room, so he never raised his voice, but he could chew you out in a low-volume whisper, all the time with a poker smile frozen on his face. This was his show, his restaurant, his baby, and woe be it to the person who fucked up while Chef Paul had his game face on.

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Based on a post that @catsforartists made!

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When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.

“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.

Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.

“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.

“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…

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As promised, a map of (general) Netflix MCU locations/territories in New York! This is more to give you a general sense of where people are located, how much turf they’re covering (not much, Matthew), and how much distance they have to travel to get to one another. It’s not precise because with few exceptions, we don’t know exact addresses, but I did my best.

Also please note that sometimes a show will say they’re in one place but they’re actually filming somewhere else (for example, much of Daredevil was filmed in Brooklyn and the building they use for Jessica’s “Hell’s Kitchen” apartment is nowhere near there). Where I recognized the location or neighborhood and it wasn’t textually contradicted, I placed the character there, but later shows may identify Trish or Danny or whoever as being based elsewhere. We’ll see!

Further details, explanations, and speculation behind the cut!

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hugealienpie  asked:

I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.

Ooh, this is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background, what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay” headcanon.

But here is a small fic that is only half based on the above…

Ford double checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played Johanna in Sweeney.

“So, who was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.

“Wicks. But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”

Ford makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.

Ford double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.

“I’ve left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey nicknames, “off the rooming list.”

“Oh, that. Nah, you’re good.” Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re playing up there.”

“Boyfriend?” Ford double-checks.

“Yeah. He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”

“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an entire afternoon’s worth of work.”

“Right,” Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”

“Excuse you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.

Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”

Ford takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming list against the team names. All accept Eric.

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anonymous asked:

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes." with eggsy unwin please btw I love your writing

Eggsy Unwin + this prompt list

A/N: ok so i love eggsy with my whole heart but this is my first time writing him so some feedback would be delightful just so i know i’m not writing him totally wrong. also @kurtwxgners @mvximoff @rax-writes enjoooyyyy

When you wake up, it takes you a second to fully register where you are. You blink sleepily awake and slowly take in your surroundings. You’re in someone else’s bed, a strong arm draped over your waist. The stiffness in your muscles reminds you of the previous night and heat floods your cheeks as you remember the ease and complete lack of shame with which you fell into bed with Eggsy. His chest is warm against your back and you let yourself luxuriate in the warmth and comfort of the bed for a few seconds longer before carefully sliding away from him and slipping out of bed. Retrieving your panties from the floor, you spend a second looking for the shirt you had been wearing the previous night before giving up the idea and snagging a long sleeved shirt that is most definitely not yours off the back of a chair. Pulling it on, you pad quietly out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. 

As you wait for the coffee to brew, you lean back against the counter and think about any consequences last night might have for either of you. There are no rules against romantic involvement amongst employees of the Kingsmen, though you suspect it is frowned upon. The coffee machine is whirring quietly in the background as you think about the previous night. Heat rushes to your cheeks again as months of flirting replay in your mind. It’s not like last night wasn’t a long time coming. You don’t let yourself get caught up in wondering whether this will be it for the two of you, unwilling to let yourself ruin something good before you’ve even woken up properly. It could happen, but it might not, you remind yourself. Don’t get caught up over it. If it doesn’t happen, it wasn’t meant to be or whatever. 

The coffee is finished and after a short search through the kitchen cabinets, you pull out two mugs, pausing for a second to remember how Eggsy takes his coffee before filling them both and taking a long sip from your own. It’s mid morning, and the light filtering through the curtains is warm and bright, though a faint chill hangs in the air. You take another sip from your mug, too preoccupied with your coffee and your own thoughts to register the faint sounds of of footsteps from the bedroom.

“Gotta say, ‘m glad to see you’re still here, love.” Distracted as you are, Eggsy’s voice makes you jump, almost dropping your mug as you turn to look at him. His voice is low and rough with sleep and his complete lack of a shirt makes it hard for you to come up with an answer quickly. He takes another step towards you, offering you a crooked smile. “I was worried you’d run off or something.” His tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of vulnerability to it as well; a subtle sense of relief that you still want to be around him. You can’t help but smile back as you hold the other mug of coffee out to him. 

“No, I didn’t run off. Just needed help waking up,” you reply. “Hope you don’t mind I used your machine.” 

Eggsy takes a gulp of coffee and lets out an appreciative hum. “Not at all. You probably know how to work the thing better than I do. I think it hates me,” he quips, and you chuckle. There’s a momentary lull and then his gaze drops to the shirt you’re wearing and he quirks an eyebrow as he runs his eyes slowly back up your torso, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Nice shirt, darlin’” he says and you feel yourself heating up in response. 

“Sorry-I-it’s-I couldn’t find my shirt, and-” you start, trailing off as he sets his mug aside and steps forwards, reaching out to toy with the cuff of one of the sleeves. You can feel his body warmth radiating through the air and your breath catches in your chest. 

“‘S alright, love. I don’t mind at all,” he says quietly, an almost disbelieving smile curving his lips. “If anything-it’s-well, I mean-I just-can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes, in my kitchen, drinking my coffee. It’s-” he breaks off, blushing furiously as if he’s just processed what he’s saying. “I just-it’s nice having you here. And my shirt looks good on you,” he mumbles, not meeting your eye. You set your own almost empty mug aside a little clumsily, and reach up to cradle his jaw in your hand, tilting his head up and forcing him to meet your gaze. He’s still a little pink and it’s so endearing to see a little more vulnerability to him than the easygoing confidence you usually see. Your thumb strokes gently over his cheekbone as you smile encouragingly at him, leaning forwards enough to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips softly to his. His arm tentatively loops around your waist as he kisses you back slowly, pulling you a little closer against him. His body is warm against yours and you can feel your own relief at knowing he wants you too mirrored in the way he relaxes into you. 

“I’m glad you think the shirt looks good because I have very little intention of returning it,” you say, suppressing a giggle, and Eggsy chuckles, kissing you again. 

“I don’t have a problem with that.”

Writing Prompts - things my friends and I have actually said

1.       “Oh wow, I’m really gay.”

2.       “You are beneath me, SQUID!”

3.       “I’m really glad I’ve never had an anxiety disorder.”

4.       “Shut the hell up! I have depression!”

5.       “Wow, I’m glad [name] is asleep, otherwise they’d be really upset right now.”

6.       “You’re gay!? Woah! I never would have guessed.”

7.       “We’re going out to dinner. Have fun masturbating.”

8.       “I’m too ace for this shit.”

9.       “You know you don’t actually live there, [name].”

10.   “He’s lecturing! SCREAM!”

11.   “All hail Florence Nightingale, our lord and savior – hallowed be her name.”

12.   “To invoke her name, thou must wash thy tiny hands before the final”

13.   “Freud is bullshit and our theories are all obviously named.”

14.   “We were waiting on [name]’s Splatoon-loving ass.”

15.   “A plate! A plate! My kingdom for a plate!”

16.   “I’m at Cook Out because I make bad life decisions but whatever.”

17.   “Come to the kitchen in the next 30 minutes if you want an ass kicking and by an ass kicking I mean brownies and/or ice cream.”

18.   “He has been talking about the Grateful Dead and their literal religion for, like, an hour and a half.”

19.   “I need your soul. And by your soul, I mean I need to see you to give you a key.”

20.   “You should lure [enemy] into my den of iniquity so we can start reprogramming him.”

21.   “How many condoms is it safe for me to eat?”

22.   “Answer me, you fool!”

23.   “The fact that I’m the responsible one here is hysterical.”

24.   “What would I need to do to get you to curse someone?”

25.   “I saw [enemy]. His hair isn’t ugly, but it was so much better before. What a fool.”

“IT’’S A TERRIBLE PLAN! AND IT WAS MINE FIRST!!!”

This probably won’t make sense to anyone who isn’t me, but let me try.

I was trying to explain my position the other day in a discussion about dusttale and Papyrus’s likeliness to be a willing co-conspirator in that kind of situation.

I was trying to express my opinion that even if there was an endless cycle of genocide runs and both brothers somehow remembered them, and even if all hope was lost, the second such a plan was actually vocalized, I felt like Papyrus would decide there had to be another way. He would never go through with it or support it unless he was completely corrupted beyond recognition (even if he was of sound mind but completely compromised morals). I was trying to express a very difficult to explain series of headcanons and analysis, which made this a personal exception, even though I enjoy Papyrus crisis-of-faith plots, angst, face heel turns, and the brothers actually being on the same page. I was trying to be both eloquent and elaborative. 

But instead all my mind could conjure up was a scene of sweet, sweet sibling hypocrisy.

I suppose that’s as good a reason as any not to murder everyone you’ve ever known and corrupt the very culmination of your being in a bloody, dusty final stand.

anonymous asked:

Fic prompt: Jack talking to Bitty's little stuffed rabbit lol

“I know that you are, for all intents and purposes, inanimate. But you’ve been closest to Bitty for the longest, and I have to ask someone. So, here goes.”

Jack takes a steadying breath. Across the kitchen table, Señor Bun stares at him.

“I want to ask Bitty to marry me.”

There’s no response from Señor Bun.

Jack nods anyway, and sighs out. “Thank you. That means a lot to have your blessing.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small case he’s been carrying around the past few days. He opens it and holds it out for Señor Bun to inspect.

“It’s silver,” Jack says, in case the rabbit is as unfamiliar with precious metals as he was before he started searching for engagement rings. “It’s meant to go well with Bits’ colouring.”

Jack laughs. “Okay, fair point. He looks good in anything. Or nothing,” Jack adds, and then feels compelled to apologise for being so crass after having just asked for Bitty’s hand in marriage.

“I have only good intentions, I assure you. You know I love Bitty. Fuck, I love–oh, I swore, sorry.”

Jack doesn’t know why he’s apologetic for that when he and Bitty have both sworn plenty in Señor Bun’s presence before.

Jack takes the ring box back, and looks down at the simple band.

“I love him more than I thought I could love someone. Being with him feels right, you know?”

Jack imagines Señor Bun nodding.

Jack runs his finger over the band once before snapping the lid shut and putting it back into his pocket.

“What do you think about me asking tonight?”

It’s harder to fill in the blank this time, but as Jack stares across the table, he would swear on his second favourite hockey stick that Señor Bun’s head dips infinitesimally in a nod.

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Title: Arguments & Ice Cream

Summary
Tom and Y/N are arguing a lot since he doesn’t have enough time for her. Therfore she spends more and more time with Harrison, much to Tom’s dislike.

Words: ~ 1800

Mentions of Sex

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I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”

Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear.
“I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.

“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame.
“Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!

“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face.
“What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground.
“And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”

I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me.
The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.”
An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible…
His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form.
“It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.

With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes.
“Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.

Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment.
Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.

I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages.
But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.

He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes.
Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The tension between us was raising with every second that passed.
“Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me.
“I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.”
“I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.

“I told you on Wednesday!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“NO, YOU DIDN’T!”

A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…

I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly.
And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again.
“Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.

He was gone.
Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.

But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone.
“Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible.
“Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me.
“I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly.
“Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head.
“Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.

Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly.
“Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.

“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons.
After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly.
“No, let’s just watch a movie.”

But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.

“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.”
With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.

Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.

I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively.
After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”

Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement.
“But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.

“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”

Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.

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I’ve been thinking about Tyler a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about when he was younger, when Twenty One Pilots was just starting out. This scrappy teen from Ohio with button up T shirts and shaky hands has started to grow on me. I’ve been thinking about his struggle as he got older, there’s something about it that’s really caught my attention. I keep dreaming about it and looking through old videos of Tyler when he was 17. I keep searching and searching for this boy who was finding his way, and probably still is. It’s scary. Tyler, with a rubber band on his wrist and dorky glasses on, just simply doesn’t exist anymore. It makes me sad. It makes me feel so lonely. I want to talk to him. I want to find 17 year old Tyler again so desperately. I want to walk down the streets of Ohio at 2 am to see him recording goner on an old accordion. I want to go down to the local Columbus baseball fields and see him scribbling down lyrics to Slowtown in a journal. I want so badly to see him and Josh in their white van parked outside a gas station while the sun rises. I want to see the basement where Tyler recorded No Phun Intended. I want the Tyler that was still looking for his purpose while standing over a kitchen sink. And what I mean by all if this is not that I don’t love him how he is now, or that I want to invade his privacy. I just want to find someone who understands. I want to find the Tyler that didn’t know if he was going to make it to 18 or 19. I want to find him simply for the fact that I feel the same way. I want to find him because maybe that would validate my feelings, maybe somehow that would fix my struggle, it would end my pain. But this isn’t true, and I know that.
Think about this.
Tyler is 29, married, and happier then he’s ever been. He’s wrote about love, hope, recovery, and yes, he still writes about pain, but not nearly as much as before. Him and Josh live comfortably and with the support of all of us. Tyler beat his Blurryface. Tyler found his purpose. Tyler has gone so so far. He’s lived through his own personal hell and back and by god, that’s so incredible. That’s what I’m searching for, it’s what we are all searching for. Purpose.
17 year old Tyler can’t give me that. 17 year old Tyler can’t give YOU that. 29 year old Tyler can’t even give you that. Only you can.
Only you can find your purpose.
Keep looking, keep searching, that’s what this life is about.
Stay Strong, Stay Safe, but most importantly, Stay Alive.

BOYFRIEND YUGYEOM

requests open btw -

• soft and shy at first
• but afterwards you find out that the boy is WILD.
• inside jokes between you two that no one else understands
• bambam is jealous
• you and bambam are lowkey at war
• I mean you can’t blame him, you stole his boyfriend
• anyways..
• back hugs
• bear hugs
• forehead kisses
• nuzzles his head in your shoulder which leads to neck kisses
• which leads to hickeys
• which leads to-
• yeet, not yet :)
• “baby dance with me”
• shows you new dances and tries to teach you so you can dance together
• stares at you all the time because he is just so iN shOcK tHaT YoU eVeN LikE Him!1!
• slow dancing in the kitchen
• watches you cook bc he can’t but he finds it cute that you care for him much
• CHRIS BROWN ERRDAY
• got6 loves you
• you guys prank each other all the time
• play fighting
• gets silent when you guys actually fight and argue
• cries because he doesn’t want to lose you
• holds your hand in public
•lowkey protective but won’t show it unless he has to
• not big on kissing you in front of the members but when you get home he’s all over you
• couple rings
• spoils you
• will go shopping with you
• pays attention to what you like and ends up buying it for you later
• “I love you so much”
• fun dates like carnivals and concerts but also chill dates where you watch movies/ play video games and sleep
• when you do sleep the man CRUSHES YOU.
• you are now his personal pillow
• calls you before he gets on the plane before a tour
• calls you when he lands
• calls you everday
• “baby I miss you”
• “kiss me through the phone”
• has a thousand nicknames for you
• baby,sweety,pumpkin,babygirl, angel
• is always all over you
• loves you so much and always shows it