weird hotel

anonymous asked:

If Johnny was a bird, what kind of bird would he be? I'm trying to write wingfic on a bet and I can't make up my mind, so I figured you'd know because you're THE person to ask about Johnny and the Four. (Help me traincat, you're my only hope.)

WINGFIC okay I confess like ages ago I wrote comment-length wingfic and had Ben call Johnny an overgrown canary so that’s where my mind is going, partly because 1) firebird metaphors are off the table in Marvel thanks to the Phoenix Force 2) I don’t like, Know Birds. For a hot second I was tempted to go Swan Lake here, but swans are meaner than Johnny for sure. This isn’t helpful I’m so sorry. I think he’d be something very colorful – aaaaaand he’s a peacock, probably, oh no. Very decorative, known to wake up an entire hotel at weird hours, yeah. A peacock.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.