*the losers walking through the sewers, weapons drawn, hears a strange noise in the distance*
pennywise : *showering underneath a sewer pipe, gushing out with water, scrubbing his back with a hand made loofah* GIRLS JU ST WANNA HAVE FU-UN OH GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE, THAT’S ALL THEY REALLY WANNNNT
Request from a nonny: Hello, Alice! Can you write something about Jack and reader, that is his girlfriend, based on these lines: “Jack, what’s your problem? I’ve done nothing for you to attack me this way. Tell me what is wrong because I don’t know what the fuck I did to piss you off”?
onto your side as the sun pulled you from your sleep. You groaned, your head
heavy and mouth impossibly dry.
is it?” you rasped. The air ripped through your throat, feeling like sandpaper
chaffing against your oesophagus.
You got no
response and saw the empty space beside you in the bed. You sat up, which was a
mistake as the throbbing in your head was instantly amplified. Squinting around
the room, you noticed a glass of water and a pack of paracetamol on your beside
table. After taking two and gulping the water down thirstily, you threw a
dressing gown on and headed into the kitchen where Jack was making coffee. You ran
your hand through your hair as you thought back on last night’s activities. You
had been to an old friend’s birthday party, and had taken Jack along to meet
all your uni friends. It had been a while since you’d seen them, and it got
pretty wild pretty quickly, especially since none of you could hold your drink
as well as you could back then. You cringed as you vaguely remembered Jack
putting you to bed, absolutely plastered. He had to undress you, and take your
makeup off for you. You had been an embarrassment.
You saw Jack
at the counter, his back to you. You quietly walked up behind him and wrapped
your arms around his chest. Resting your cheek on his muscled back, you nuzzled
into him and instantly felt your hangover subside a little.
You know what else was cool about last night’s livestream?
We very rarely get to see how he reacts to us. He makes a video, we react, he sees it on social media, in private. Or we see him chuckle sometimes in RYC livestreams, but last night was different. Last night we roasted him. F’n ROASTED him in chat, tumblr AND twitter. And he f'n buzzed off it! He visibly lit up. He laughed at our douchebaggery. He loved it and it was great to see that we make him laugh too. How happy our interaction made him.
I dunno. We never really see it unfiltered, on camera unless it’s on stage. It was nice to see us make him happy in daily life, at home. It reminds me that we must make him laugh a lot when he’s on social media. We make him happy.
There’s a comfort in that.
Bet you all think I’m pandering for notes now, huh? 2 nice posts in 1 day?
Silver nips are FAR too TWISTY FRESH for Jack!!
There! I lame-burned him good. He’s never gonna reblog me now :P