nick morrow

OKAY SO I’M LIKE 70% THROUGH THE MAIN FALLOUT 4 STORYLINE AND I’M SO PUMPED THAT OF COURSE I HAD TO MAKE AN AU

AU where Gilbert ( or G1-18 as he was known in the Institute ) is a runaway Gen 3 synth who recently escaped from the Institute. He wandered the Commonwealth for a while until he was rescued by some agents working with the Railroad. Since then he has joined the organization working as an agent himself, rescuing fellow runaway synths and earning the codename ‘ Four Star ’ because of his tendency to fall into a leadership role when out on missions.

Classic SOD Cover Date: May 2, 2006

Mary Beth Evans & Stephen Nichols (Kayla & Steve, DAYS OF OUR LIVES)
(left top) Sharon Case & Joshua Morrow (Sharon & Nick, THE YOUNG & THE RESTLESS)
(left bottom) Nathaniel Marston & Kathy Brier (Michael & Marcie, One Life to Live)

Not Ready to Let Go

Originally posted by jasminevillegasportugal

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Chainsaw by Nick Jonas, as requested by the lovely @lovatolowman23 (Happiest of birthday sweets, I hope you have a spectacular day, and I’m sorry if this imagine isn’t what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!) as well as request number 3 for MM8.


Not Ready to Let Go

-XX-

I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Walk in the house, lights are off
In the closet by the door, there’s your coat
I wasn’t thinking of you before
Too many rooms in this house, so I keep going out
What the hell is that about?
We gotta find a way to be okay

And maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone

-XX-

She swears the walls still echo from their argument, and with the duffle bag on her shoulder she wonders how a house so full of life and love can suddenly seem so cold, so angry. Her footsteps on the hardwood echo loudly in her head, and pulling open the hall closet she finds his jacket hanging inside, right beside hers, like it always has; she can’t help herself. She reaches out and runs her hands over the leather.

‘I can’t do this anymore Happy!’ her own words roll in her head.

‘Then your shit will be gone when I get home,’ Happy’s voice was cold, disconnected. He’d made up his mind already. His choice was clear; and she wasn’t it, so letting out a shaky breath she gathers her coat and walks away.

-XX-

When I get home, TV on
Drink in my glass, better make it strong
Some nights wanna fill this space
A tight dress and a pretty face
Keep finding things that you left on purpose
Did you plan that your timing’s perfect?
Gotta find a way to be okay

Maybe I’ll just take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’m gonna break the fucking china
Cause it’s just one more reminder you’re gone, you’re gone

-XX-

There was a time when he looked forward to coming home, and despite how long it’s been since he swears that he can still smell her in the air, and despite how many women he’s tried to fill the space with, she’s still all he thinks about.

The first few weeks after she left he was constantly finding shit she left behind. Her box of nail polish on the top shelf in the bedroom closet, bottles of perfume cluttering the counter in the bathroom. Little pieces of her were left all over the place, and in the early months without her, when all he could bring himself to do was drink he swore she did it on purpose.

Leaving bits and pieces of herself behind to remind him of her, and countless times he’s packed her shit and contemplated driving it to her new place, dumping it on her lawn, and yet every time he finds himself stopping, unpacking the boxes, and with a hope he knows is in vain, he waits for her to come home.

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She missed him. God she missed him. The list of things she missed about him grew longer every day. The way he always smelled of his favorite shower gel and motor oil, the way he chewed on toothpicks, the sound he made whenever she kissed all of his favorite spots, how he’d roll over in the middle of the night throwing an arm over her and pulling her close.

So many times she reached for the phone; she knew he’d tell her to just get her ass home. He’d meet her there, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was always the one to cave first. She was tired of that.

But if she’s so tired of it why is she at the stoplight with her phone in hand, a text message already typed up to him, finger hovering over the send button, but before she can press send the world explodes.

-XX-

We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long

I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go
I could put a sign in the lawn
But it’d mean that I would wanna let you go
And I don’t wanna let you go

-XX-

“I’m not selling the house Gem,” his voice is hollow as he sits at the kitchen table.

“Happy, she isn’t coming home baby,” Gemma’s voice is soft as she pours him a cup of coffee and as he stares at the steam swirling off the lip of the mug he grits his teeth. He knows that. Doesn’t she know that he knows that?

The paper said it was an accident that took her life.

He knows it was retaliation. Didn’t matter that anyone who paid even a little bit of attention knew that she and him were no longer together, she still paid the price for his sins. He saw her laid to rest, but he kept his distance. Her Mom didn’t want him there, a request that was made perfectly clear by her grieving brother’s fists. He didn’t even fight back. He didn’t have it in him too.

He always thought she’d come home. That somehow they’d find a way to make it work. They always did, but with the last of her scent lingering in the air, he knows she won’t be coming back, not this time, and despite knowing that, he’s just not ready to let her go.

He’ll never be ready to let her go.

-XX-

I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
I’ll burn everything that binds us
Take a lighter to the mattress and run

We were building brick by brick
Now it’s just a quicksand home, yeah
So I’ll take a chainsaw to the sofa
Where I held your body close for so long, so long
Yeah, so long

-XX-

Classic SOD Cover Date: February 7, 2006

Kristian Alfonso (Hope, DAYS OF OUR LIVES)
(top inset) Kari Wuhrer (ex-Reese, GENERAL HOSPITAL)
(bottom inset) Ronn Moss (Ridge, THE BOLD & THE BEAUTIFUL)
(center top inset) Joshua Morrow & Michelle Stafford (Nick & Phyllis, THE YOUNG & THE RESTLESS)
(center bottom inset) Cady McClain (Dixie, ALL MY CHILDREN)

Classic SOD Cover Date: February 21, 2006

(top) Martha Madison & Jason Cook (Belle & Shawn, DAYS OF OUR LIVES)
(bottom left) Joshua Morrow, Michelle Stafford, & Peter Bergman (Nick, Phyllis, & Jack, THE YOUNG & THE RESTLESS)
(bottom center) Ronn Moss & Katherine Kelly Lang (Ridge & Brooke, THE BOLD & THE BEAUTIFUL)
(bottom right) Nathaniel Marston & Kathy Brier (Michael & Marcie, ONE LIFE TO LIVE)