The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.
Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate
You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?
Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate
Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction
To save time and to kick off my blog, I’m putting all six parts of my How Not to Ride a Nightmare series on one post. These can all be found on my deviantart, to which there is a link on my blog. Be nice to my creations please, it’s their first time on Tumblr.
((I just couldn’t get Bitty introducing Jack to Senor Bunny off my mind ever since the Hi, Honey notes. So have a short thing. I also haven’t written any kind of fanfic in forever btw.))
“I want to introduce you to someone.”
Jack is confused, because he and Bitty are currently in his apartment, watching a rerun of the 1997 Falcons v. Sharks Playoff game, and there didn’t seem to be anything that prompted Bitty to bring this up now.
But he reckons that maybe it’s something Bitty was working himself up to say for a little while, which means it’s something important to him, so Jack sits up a little straighter and says, “Okay.”
Bitty nods and gets off the couch, and Jack watches as he goes over to the duffel he’d brought for the weekend and starts rifling through it. Eric gets something from the bag and turns around, quickly hiding it behind his back before striding back to the couch.
“Jack,” Bitty says, “I’d like you to meet Señor Bunny.” From behind his back Bitty brings out a well-loved stuffed bunny.
Jack just looks at the stuffed animal for a minute, not quite sure how to react.
“Hi… Señor Bunny,” he eventually says, hoping that he’s doing this right, as he’s never introduced himself to a stuffed animal before. It’s clear this is important to Bitty, though, so Jack has to try. “Nice to meet you.”
Bitty smiles, and then laughs and plops down on the couch next to Jack, putting Señor Bunny in his lap. “Gosh, you’re so formal,” he teases. Jack can see how relieved he is that he’s not getting chirped for this - but Jack’s gotten pretty good at figuring out what’s okay to tease Bitty about and what’s off-limits.
“I got Señor Bunny here when I was still in diapers,” Bitty tells Jack. “And he’s been with me ever since. I can’t sleep unless I know he’s nearby.”
“But you sleep just fine when you stay over here,” Jack points out.
“That’s ‘cause I bring him and keep him in my bag,” Bitty admits.
Jack can’t help but chuckle a little at that. “Bits…” he says.
“I know, I know,” Bitty says. “I just never wanted to deal with all the chirping from the guys if they found out about him.”
“Well,” Jack says, reaching out and petting Señor Bunny’s ear. “Thanks for introducing us.”
That night, as Jack and Bitty curl up together to sleep, Bitty has Señor Bunny squished between them, and they’re all right where they belong.
Feeling a bit in the Star Wars mood lately, god I need to stop doing Zootopia stuff ._., but it does provide a challenge in having to adapt different body sizes to new poses. Never thought I’d draw Jack Savage, but he seemed to fit as Ezra.
Jack blinks at Bittle from the couch where he’s been watching tape. “Did you just–?”
“Baby. Honey. I was thinking both and it just kinda…” There’s color high in his cheeks, leaving Bittle pink and golden standing in the patch of sun between the kitchen and the living room of Jack’s apartment and, suddenly, too far away.
“Bunny?” Jack stands, setting his iPad on the coffee table. Bittle’s feet shift against the hardwood.
“I was distracted?”
Sometimes Jack can’t believe how big Bittle’s eyes are, how brown. He doesn’t know how he can feel so safe and so thrilled at the same time, just looking into them. He always thought hearts skipping beats was a cliché, but that’s exactly what his heart does when Bittle blinks up at him, the corners of his mouth tipping up, the round of his bottom lip obscured by teeth and lip.
“It won’t happen again,” Bittle says, ducking his head, shifting his foot to press his toes against Jack’s, reaching out to twist fingers in the hem of Jack’s t-shirt. “Unless you liked it?”
“Bitty,” Jack says, and leans in, kisses his sweet mouth. Takes what Bittle gives him and returns it with interest.