#I AM EATING DRY WALL RN

[mindonmymoneyandmoneyonmymind]

see you at midnight

IMAGINE how guilty beetee and johanna and finnick lowkey probably felt knowing they were lying to katniss and peeta (like obvi it was for the greater good) but you can see them at the tree exchange this look like 'oh fuck'

becuase i KNOOOOOW finnick was guilty AF when peeta and johanna got captured because katniss was a mess about it. just they way they all exchange looks

beetee, johanna, and finnick and then katniss and peeta sharing a seperate look of "oh this is some fuckery :( but ok we don't have a choice we are outnumbered"

[imminent-danger-came]

MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?"

(3x14 Destiny Fulfilled)

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Curse MK: *laughs* "Seriously!? You still think we're just some, noodle delivery guy? You can't remember where we came from, and we got all this power—and you never once thought, why us? What are we? What is our purpose?"

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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You still think-

[tmntxthings]

一Holiday Comps・゜・。

author’s notes: so last weekend me & mine decorated our own gingerbread houses, call me inspired ✨

author’s notes 2.0: *sigh* i couldn’t get this done during xmas, so sad, but i want it OUT of my drafts, totally lost the motivation after Donnie’s 😭 forgive meeeeee

warnings: cursing? competitive nature x10, unedited asf it’s 2:00 am rn :3

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Leo

Obviously he would be trying really hard. Because if anything suddenly becomes a competition all this turtle is concerned about is being numero uno.

“We should up the stakes a bit. April! You’ll be the judge, anddddd add in stuff to like throw us off our game. Make it harder! Oooh time limit of 40 minutes?”

He’s like adding shit and making things way more complicated than just a, “Oh cool gingerbread house contest? When everyone finishes the judges can decide who wins!”

No! Nope! Not happening. This will be the X-Games of Gingerbread Comps. Glory or death type shiz. So how does this process that he thrust upon the whole gang work? Well let me just say he has no problem abiding by the time set.

But his house looks messy as hell. He had a very hard time getting the roof to stop collapsing and may have looked over at Donnie to see how he got it done. Icing? Everywhere. He has no problem when one of the challenges was to “Switch hands! Use your least dominant,”

Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Though some could argue that it didn’t matter what hand he used, it would have been messy either way. If one challenge was to switch seats and work on a brother’s gingerbread house be ready for a slick sabotage. One that Mikey may not have realized until his own foundation started fumbling, why were the walls caving in?! And what happened to the tree gummies that had been set aside?!

Leo happened, that’s what. Though he is quick to deny and not know the nature of those issues at all. By the end April is video recording to also get Sunita and Cass’s vote. Including Splinter that’s four! One for each turtle if everyone is lucky.

The responses on Leo’s house are making him pace. He can’t stay still as he hears Cass laugh out loud, wondering why the hell his gingerbread man is on the roof. “This one is a bit all over the place but, it’s got personality!” Is the saving comment from Sunita who revives Leo’s confidence in the whole ordeal

In the end I think with the time frame Leo definitely got shit on his house, but it doesn’t look all that pretty, one vote at least!

He’s butt hurt about whoever wins if it’s not him and definitely calls out his brother’s own flaws in their own work. Petty. P-E- to the T-T-Y~!

Donnie

If given an unlimited amount of time, I do believe Donnie would be a real rival in this house decorating competition. First of all he’s good with his hands, precision baby, precision!!! He has the most practice with fiddling around with crazy small parts. Those little sprinkle balls aren’t falling to the floor due to his hands.

Now he may not get a lot of them on, because this turtle will take up a lot of time just getting the foundation of the house perfect. The walls have to be straight! The roof cannot be uneven! April may have to stop him from using outside sources or trying to break the whole model build and go for something more his style.

Once he finishes with that Donnie probably took about 10 minutes alone with it having to be perfect. Icing is up next and oml this may be his downfall. There is so much to secure, and you have to take into account the drying time! The challenges he has no problem with either but they eat up his time completely!!

If April decides to do a bit of trivia, winner gets to penalize whomever he chooses, Donnie is most likely winning those even if April chooses a fair category like Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu. Trivia is just Donnie’s jam, and the only way he can get Leo to stop for two minutes or be able to eat one of Raph’s essential pieces like a peppermint decor!

Donnie’s build would be the cleanest, icing looking beautiful! Like touched of snow on the house! But he would hardly have any decorations due to sheer lack of time. He’d have a vote for sure but would get comments like, “It looks pretty simple!” or “This one doesn’t have a doorknob!”

“If I had more time,” would be his immediate come back. Puffing up and feeling defensive because this competition is definitely in his wheelhouse, but Leo of course had to make it to where a genius couldn’t thrive under such terse conditions. Hmph!

I’m sure April’s vote would be for Donnie

Mikey

He’s an artist, artists thrive in silly little gingerbread house competitions. I mean come on he’s the one who has the most creative ideas. Probably the most aesthetically pleasing as well!

But I fear Mikey will lack in the actual house building part. Which is literally just four slabs of gingerbread and the two more for the roof. He’d struggle to get it to stand. He’d struggle to get it to stay still. “Why does it keep MOVING?!” He’d be yelling out his frustration for sure

Even more so when he finally gets everything to stay in place only for one of the challenges to be switch houses. Leo getting his house and while Mikey doesn’t pay too much attention to what Leo is doing, when he gets his gingerbread house back it’s suddenly collapsing again?! He thought he had solved that problem! ACK! “LEO!!!” But no amount of calling his older brother out would change the fact that his house still isn’t put together

When…If he does get it together in time, you best believe he’s rushing to finally get to his favorite part! The decorations! He’s definitely eaten a couple of things without noticing it happening himself. It’s not exactly good candy, but candy is candy!

I think Splinter would vote for Mikey’s even if the house is crumbling, it’s a pretty crumbling house, out of all the brothers I think Mikey would win in a contest that wasn’t rigged by Leo!

Raph

I’m sorry, but he’d eat like half his materials. HE WOULD! So there wouldn’t be a house, maybe a shack if he’s lucky.

And on top of his appetite getting the best of him, everything is pretty darn small, and his fingers are chunky. This activity is just really not made for him but he’s doing his best, okay? His best with what he has left LOL

The hardest part would be decorating since the candy would be the smallest pieces to get on. He’d have icing everywhere, mostly on his fingers to which he would be licking clean, losing more material!!!

“Raph are you even trying???” Leo would goad, feeling that much better about himself and his standing even though he’s not doing much better as we have seen! Raph doesn’t let Leo get to him, he’s happy to just be doing something with the fam! And eating!

I think Cass would vote for this guy’s shack. Probably for some odd reason that I could never guess because she’s such a wild card to me sksksksks

[voidcat]

Top 5 moments between Maomao and Jinshi! I'm ahead of you on the novels so don't worry about spoilers :3

Hooo boy I am glad I decided to finish ln9 before answering this because a new one added to the list djjfjfjf thank u sm for this question Mem because thinking abt them alone is enough to fry my brains again…. In no specific order my top 5 Jinmao moments/interactions under cut !

Ask me my top 5 of anything

1. Since it’s the freshest one for me rn. Maomao basically kabedoning Jinshi at the balcony and pulling her speech in regards to stop doing self harming things and basically to use her and get through with it instead of dancing around with niceties… and followers right after Jinshi asking her for something, opening up his arms as if for a hug but asking her to slap him instead, just like she did to that lady in waiting back in lihua’s palace..: he really did replay that moment on repeat to bed for three years huh…

2. If I recall right it should be the aftermath of shi clan events— Jinshi visiting the pleasure district and maomao making him sleep when she noticed his fatigue. But before they could prepare a room ready, he fell asleep in her lap ^_^

3. The epilogue of ln5………… first the power play the outburst of jealousy and the choking, how her only reaction after her brain registers is “I told you to use poison if you were going to kill me” not even questioning him or his actions but this… and the whole kiss that follows after, maomao’s inner monologue still escaping responsibility and saying she only acted out on reflex of what she was taught by her sisters

4. The tickling scenes!!! Both the foot and then the tease that begins with a deer’s antler and follows with making her jump for it, reach for it, only for the kid to come in and tip Jinshi off with the knowledge that her back is ticklish as well…..

5. I think for this I’ll go with the frog scene and the reference to it later on. I did consider the night at the rear palace walls but honestly moments where their mutual trust, vulnerability and dependence show get to me more (ie: jinshi making her dry his hair or falling asleep in her presence) so yea. Starting from the aphrodisiac turtle dish and “do you really want me to eat it? Because if so then I will” and what he meant flying over her head… grabbing her to dive into the water, to resuscitation, then holding her by the waist only for her to grip the wrong thing and the whole moderately sized frog scene… and after the branding incident how he makes a joke back to it and basically carries her to the bedroom so she can treat to the burn mark

Tbh I do enjoy all their interactions but as I said above esp those where we see a swarm of emotion and display of various feelings just hit so right <3333 what are your fav moments of them 👀

[ggfanlover]

All about me (updated)

🌸- Name: Giana

🌸- Nickname:?G or Gigi

🌸- age: 15

🌸- sexuality: Idk, i don’t really focus on it that much

🌸- religion: Christian

🌸- race: African American

🌸 - favorite movies: Sonic 1,the Lego movie: the second part,Alladin 2019,Dune 2 and Wreck it Ralph

🌸- favorite shows: catfish,survivor,fear factor,90 day fiance etc (I love watching drama lol) but i also like stranger things,fear street,future man 2017,Jessie,liv and Maddie,Ginny and Georgia

🌸- favorite foods,pizza mostly pain cheese or pepperoni,pen seared shrimp and mozzarella sticks 3>

🌸- celebrity crushes: josh hutcherson and Timothee Chalamet

🌸 - favorite lolcow: Nova Online

🌸- shifter,subliminal user and into manifestation

🌸- Disney crushes: Luke Ross and Henry danger (still have a crush honestly)

🌸- been playing the flute for 2 almost 3 years (I think that’s cool lol)

🌸- discovered shifting last year and initially lost interest in it it was a streamer dr but then I saw Wonka, and it motivated me to start shifting again because I developed a new crush on Timmy. I'm relieved that I wasn't involved in shifttok in 2020 because I heard it was terrible.

🌸 - I love going to basketball games, even though I don’t watch it. My favorite team is the Lakers and LeBron James. Wanna sprite cranberry?

🌸- forever a Lee defender 3>

🌸- proud Kamala Harris supporter

🌸- I had a big brony phase when I was 6, and honestly, it’s coming back. I also watched YouTubers like Soda Pets, Vannamelon, CookieSwirlC, Midnight Rarity, MLPcandy, MLP Fever, and MLPstopmotion (my childhood, for real).

🌸- zodiac: Virgo

🌸- Timothee chalamet and shifting enthusiast

🌸- good traits of mine: loyal,honest,loyal,patient,adventurous,empathetic and trustworthy

🌸- Some bad traits of mine: I'm a picky eater, I can be a bit slow,kinda awkward,and I'm a dry texter. However, once I get to know you and feel more comfortable, I open up quickly. I occasionally have trouble sleeping, and I typically get tired around 5 am.

🌸- favorite book or series: how to kill a mockingbird and any dork diaries series

🌸- hobbies: watching edits,making edits,eating,sleeping,giggling and kicking my feet at Timothee chalamet edits,watching video essays on YouTube lolcows,scrolling on Pinterest,updating my shifting script every hour

🌸- favorite celebrities: Timothee Chalamet,Zendaya,Austin butter,Florence Pugh,NLE Choppa,Melanie Martinez,Jenna Ortega and Millie Bobby brown

🌸 favorite song: unforgettable by French Montana

🌸 - favorite quote: “I’m always two steps ahead” - Nikocado Avocado 2024

🌸 favorite song rn: or what by NLE Choppa

🌸- YouTubers I watch: Coryxkenshin,gloom,kubz scouts,rebel d,turkey Tom,tara yummy,Layze,Jake webber,Katrina Stuart,trianna,Omma,sensitive society,Tuv,Benji Krol,Danny Gonzalez,Hailey Elizabeth,Kurtis Conner,jalessa and Jayden,Jules and saud,imbrandonfarris,brightclips,Lucas,deb smikle,Repzilla,Birlap,horror shorts party,Benoftheweek,bookofken,Kalogeras Sisters,Maya winky ASMR,Skeeter jean,Duckus,TurnerNextDoor,hyler,Badbishlilly,pixeldrink and Ellysa yagho

✨LIKES: Timothee chalamet,edits,rainy days,walks,music,shifting,friendly people,Pinterest,sanrio,strawberries,alone time,anything vanilla or strawberry scented,true crime,watching scary stories animated ever night,crystals,festivals/Raves (plan on going to one when I’m older),Lee and Wonka 3>,y2k aesthetic,tara yummy,asmr,movies,baking,shiftblr,Musicals,live action movies,Nik and orlin fights

🌷DISLIKES: Mondays,school,frogs,fish with big eyes (they are so scary),proshippers,zoos, hazbin hotel fans,dark humor,people who take DNF seriously,Ug sub makers,onision,KSI,toxic/homophobic Christians,disrespecting other religions,toxic feminism,slow walkers,loli,cheaters,those alpha male podcasts,adin Ross,Sneako,Andrew grape,trump,Biden,snoring,the cold,people only liking timothee because of his looks or hating on his relationship with Kylie (they are so cute argue with the wall) people who judge others Drs and people who ACTUALLY think they are dating a certain celebrity and believe they can control their lives.

My manzzzz 🌷

[ssongsboo]

me and steve are dating !! 😆😆 trust me !!

AND YES HE IS SO POSSESSIVE DEFINITELY DEFINITELY... like he would make sure you Know that.... like if he gets jealous & you're out in public, as soon as you get home, he's got you up on the wall, pulling your shirt off and whispering in your ear "you know you're all mine, right pretty?" and as soon as he gets you in the bedroom, his head between your legs and he's mumbling into you 😣😣 saying things like "mine.. all mine.."

thennn when he's finally fucking into you he's like "i will fuck you so well, you're only gonna remember my name" and his voice just gets so deep that you can feel his chest rumbling against yours ... oh boy

or!!! if you're gonna be out for a while, and he hasn't already left a hickey on you, he'll take you to the nearest bathroom and start going at your neck.. making sure to walk past the person that made him act like this again and 'fix your hair' but he's brushing it off of your shoulder / neck so that they see it... and smirking at them .. whew

also when he cums he lets out a reeeeally deep groan.. and if your face is in his chest it's nearly vibrating

and i've been thinking about two specific posts of yours all day,,,,

first! the pussy eating,,

he would spend HOURS between your legs, until you literally cannot think straight and you're begging for him to stop (but in all honesty you don't want him to) but, you're pulling his hair and that's what keeps him going!!! he doesn't care about the jaw pain.... and he would totally finger you while eating you out ughrhrh and he wants you to squirt just so he can say "what a mess.. looks like i have to clean you up again!"..

or he would randomly pull you aside from doing a mundane task just to eat you out and you're?? so?? confused?? ... like you could literally be washing dishes and he'd turn off the water and hand you a towel to dry your hands and then lead you to the couch, going straight to your legs & pulling your house shorts off like?? 😵‍💫

and then!!

him cumming all over your stomach, writing his name with it & then pressing his finger either into your mouth or in your pussy .. then hypothetically licking his cum up and making out with you...

AGHHH my brain has not been able to function properly because of him.... sorry for all the yap </3

with love!! — 🐈‍⬛ (steve kitty anon 💋)

i am so dizzy rn wOOF WOOF BARK BARK i mean- what was that 🤨🤨 no but im in desperate need for a full jealous!steve fic now...might even write my own soon mhh nur jay weiß 🥸🥸

also im actively gonna ignore that little part abt him eating you out in domestic situations ...for my own sanity bc i am sO not normal abt this 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Jay's Thoughts: Extended Cut pt. 10 Let's Go!

OKOKOK SOOOOO- we're catching back up to part 1! and like can i just say- i think it's ironic that the title became "song for a caged lovebird" and in the first part we get "in some respects, peter nureyev knew he was a songbird in a cage. a pretty little thing made to sing for its supper..." AND LOOK WHERE WE'RE AT! anyway i digress.

"It was Slip. Slip Jackson. How was he... How was he here?" ya know this is cruel and unusual punishment. after today's ep- this whole thing is cruel and unusual punishment.

"Until the winter got ahold of Slip, and he disappeared into the night." We learn that Slip died in winter.

"Slip had changed. He was taller, of course, [not you shutting down my three foot king hc!] and not nearly as skinny, [plausible that Nureyev could be like this too someday] his hair shot through with white and grey, [love love love love this thought collecting it for my slip jackson hc] perfectly complimenting the neat black suit he wore. [smth smth "smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty"]"

THE DAHLIA!! THE FUCKING DAHLIA AUUUGUGGGGH- biting and eating dry wall bc i wanna give all my thoughts but if i do i might spoil some stuff you haven't written for The Public yet.

"he couldn't look at that dahlia [not just the dahlia but THAT one in particular] without thinking of his dahlia" lOVESICK NUREYEV WHY'D YOU GO AND DO IT BABE!!

aaaguuuhhhhh- like i said, after Terrible Waste Pt 1 this is cruel and unusual punishment to read

"braiding flowers into long auburn hair" We learn that Slip's hair was originally auburn before turning white and grey. also i can hear the song of new kinshasa during this scene. the calm guitar playing in the town square as Peter Ransom looks out the window.... as Petya tells Slip about what New Kinshasa meant to him.... a dream...

"There was a faint sense of panic bubbling up in him now. He began to get the strange sense that admitting his lack of memory was a bad idea, but he just kept shaking his head." YEAH NO SHIT I WOULD BE SHITTING MY PANTS TOO IF I WERE YOU NUREYEV.

"We were in love. We were going to run away together..." THE DREAM! THE PASSION! THE DESPAIR!!!

"Nothing concrete." this is the second time that nureyev has had "nothing concrete" and if it doesn't happen a third time then I'll riot. Rule of Three my beloved beloathed.

"... is why you didn't come for me when I called.'" IT'S NOT A QUESTION. IT'S A DEMAND. and srry slippy, the old petya cant come to the phone rn. why? bc he's fuck'n dead juno. (SORRY I AM SO SORRY-)

and each time Slip says Petya makes my skin crawl like in canon each time "someone who wants to be my parent calls me Pete" ya know? same vibes.

"Surely you remember our little games and the fairy tales we liked to tell each other.'" Slip. Slip what do you mean. What does this mean. What fairy tale. What did you mean about "when i called for you".

"And then the vague fear cemented [CLOSE ENOUGH TO CONCRETE I'LL TAKE IT] itself into solid, steel [HAHAHHAHAH-] panic. He couldn't speak." THIS THIS THIS THIS- making me think now of Terrible Waste and when 'reyev and Juno were choking out. had me going here thinking that that is what was happening in this scene

"He initially thought it was a side effect of being- dead? Was he actually dead?" parallel to when Buddy woke up and she got pissed she wasn't dead. and also Nureyev trying to speak and can't parallel to Buddy trying to lift her arms and move and can't

"ushering a barely conscious and panicking Peter" My boy is Not Here. He is mentally clocked out (which, same tbh. me when I am at the deli and work past 8 o'clock)

I love how Slip sees absolutely nothing wrong with this situation. He doesn't see the fucked up power dynamics at play here at all.

"You wouldn't be paid..." SHUT THE FUCK UP NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO- LABOR WITHOUT PAY!! THIS IS NOT OSHA APPROVED (I am pretty sure OSHA has nothing to do with this) but also smth smth the miners in the company town sixteen tons smth smth-

"anger rising in his hear like a hurricane flood" oooooo this fucks.

"only to be told his voice is now gone, perhaps forever." OH WAIT YEAH WAIT- THIS IS HADESTOWN AU- HADESTOWN BASED OFF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE- gnawing on drywall. he died calling out for Juno and when Juno tries to walk them back he likely won't have his voice to reassure juno that he is following.... grrrr.... Evil.

"All he wanted was to get away from poverty and trouble" fucked up because of what we know in part 1 bc Nureyev is working working working and he did find his out but at what cost?

the juxtaposition of flipping between Nureyev, Peter, and Petya. treating them like different people, reserving them for the right time. m'wah chef's kiss.

HE FUCKING PUNCHED HIM LETS GOOOOOOOOOO long legs nureyev for the win actually.

"And Nureyev had already been a master of disappearances while living." mmmm- What happened to Mag? Is there a Mag this au? bc Mag was the one who taught him how to Disappear. he was the one who called it Peter's greatest strength. his hidden talent. secret weapon.

"More of a ghost [get it, bc he's in hades? hell? the underworld? the afterlife?] than any of the souls here could hope to be."

"He was helpless [oh boy you got me helpless- sorry. sorry. wrong moment], a child who walked into the deep end of a pool too soon and was now floundering." Fun, Not So Fun Fact: I almost drowned in a pool as a kid. And it was indeed bc I walked into the deep end. I did it because my sister and cousin were over there and I was sick and tired of being alone.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." parallel to Juno in Terrible Waste "Smart people, do dumb things" And Nureyev you idiot no- no you do not deserve this. you were starving and sick and tired and lonely. you did something dumb but that does not mean you deserve this

"Pull yourself together, Nureyev." = "Get your shit together, Detective." (disco elysium me beloved, i will find you everywhere intentional or otherwise.)

BENZAITEN??? AS IN- BENTEN???? BROOOOOO- benzaiten was a goddess. Goddess of knowledge, music, art... (also wait has anyone actually looked up Benzaiten and seen the stuff about Saraswati? cocking a brow at Kabet rn cause uhhh. huh.)

"Gods, he missed him." oh.... part 1 again "and now he was thinking of him again- sweet innocent Juno"

GLASS!! BECAUSE HIS GLASSES ARE BROKE OH- oh that's funny.

A party... will there be by chance, party hats?

"a little wine, a little dancing, a few flowers here and there..." oh oh oh shit. 1) Ben doesn't know about the eternal winter up above probably. this will/may come as shock to him when he does find out 2) this is the boozy oozy fun delighted Persephone from the musical and i fucking love Amber Gray

"I'll introduce you to the whole gang, Glass!" ooooo- who else are we gonna meet? hmmmm.... annie wire? mick's dog?

"perhaps something worthwhile might come out of this disaster after all." oh babey- oh sweet sunshine- this can only end in tragedy.

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 10

wahoo!!! yippie!!!! part 10 and over 10k written!! let's go!!!!

this part is like. lowkey weird to me. and i don't know why. lmk if any choices i made here were a bad/weird idea bc i feel like some of them might have been lmao

MY PERSONAL CARTE BLANCHE CREW: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @demonic-panini @the-private-eye

Nureyev struggled to get his jaw working as he stared at the man across the room. 

It was Slip.

Slip Jackson.

How was he…. How was he here?

He knew he had known this man when they were kids. They had been close, Nureyev supposed, from the fragments of memories he had of him.

Until the winter got a hold of Slip, and he disappeared into the night.

Nureyev never saw him again.

Slip had changed. He was taller, of course, and not nearly as skinny, his hair shot through with white and grey, perfectly complimenting the neat black suit he wore. His eyes looked harder. Not so much careworn as workworn, sharp and clever. His mouth was set into a stunning grin. In the buttonhole of a suit jacket was a perfect, red dahlia.

Nureyev had to look away at that point. He couldn’t look at that dahlia without thinking of his dahlia, left behind on the surface, probably was wondering where he was by now. Probably out in the snow looking for him. Probably confused and scared and- why are you like this, why do you make these choices that hurt other people and only benefit you, what’s the matter with you-

“What’s the matter, Petya? Don’t you remember me?”

He shook off the guilt and tried to think. He couldn’t remember a lot of their time together. He remembered laughing, an echo of a feeling warmer than the glow of the sun, braiding flowers into long, auburn hair, and splitting an apple, fresh off the tree, with a small, bone-handled knife, the same one he carried now in his left pocket. Nothing concrete. Nothing to explain why he now stood in front of this man, who was now the king of the Underworld.

He shook his head slowly.

Slip’s grin slid slowly off his face. His voice was far deeper than Peter could ever remember having heard before. “What do you mean? I thought you’d be happy to see me again.”

There was a faint sense of panic bubbling up in him now. He began to get the strange sense that admitting his lack of memory was a bad idea, but he just kept shaking his head.

“Well, then. Allow me to jog your memory. My name is Slip. Slip Jackson. We knew each other as teenagers. We were practically inseparable. Spent every day together. We were in love. We were going to run away together until I caught pneumonia one night and passed away. That would be as much of the story as you know, I think.”

Nureyev liked to think he remembered most of the big pieces of his time with Slip, but the two of them being ‘in love’ was new. He examined his memories a bit more closely. He did seem to recall a few shy kisses, huddled in the alleyway behind a bar, and maybe a few cuddles. Nothing concrete. Nothing to suggest they were ever in love.

“What I would like to know from you, Petya, is why you didn’t come for me when I called.”

The confusion must have been obvious on his face, because Slip sighed deeply before continuing.

“Oh come on, I know it’s been a long time, Petya, but I didn’t realize you would have forgotten so much about us! Surely you remember our little games and the fairy tales we liked to tell each other.”

Nureyev opened his mouth to speak.

And then the vague fear cemented itself into solid, steel panic.

He couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t speak.

His throat and lungs had already felt strange, empty and airy and wet and sticky all at the same time, like the air in them wasn’t escaping through his nose but his throat instead. He initially thought it was just a side effect of being- dead? Was he actually dead? It didn’t matter. Whether or not he was dead, there was nothing coming out of his mouth.

He tried again in case it was a fluke, but with the same results. Nothing.

His voice was just. 

Gone.

“Ah, I suppose I should have mentioned that to you sooner, Petya,” Slip said gently, ushering a barely conscious and panicking Peter over to a chair in front of the large mahogany desk at the center of the room. “Sometimes, the ways people die on the surface have…. side effects in the afterlife. I’m afraid your death is such a case.” 

He settled into his chair behind the desk and began shuffling some papers around. “I am looking into a way to get your voice back but chances of a good outcome are low, I’m afraid. Past experiments haven’t exactly been promising. But in the meantime, you are more than welcome to work for me! You wouldn’t be paid, but it would be something to do to pass the time.”

Peter was staring, mouth slightly open. He was pissed now, anger rising in his heart like a hurricane flood. What kind of bullshit was this? He got murdered by the henchmen of a childhood friend/lover who he barely remembered, dragged down to the Underworld, only to be told his voice is now gone, perhaps forever. All he wanted was a job. All he wanted was to get away from poverty and trouble.

And now he was right back in it.

Slip got up from his seat behind the desk and tried to block Nureyev’s path to the door, babbling something about giving them more time to find a solution and how all he wanted was for Petya to stay a while longer.

Nureyev punched him straight in the jaw. He didn’t give a shit anymore.

Slip stumbled backward onto the floor and Nureyev glided over him in two long, neat strides. He was out of the door and down the hallway in two more. By the time he had reached the front door, several of the henchmen who had brought him here earlier were barreling down the hallway after him.

But the funny thing about being dead is that you lose a lot of what makes you human. Heartbeat. Breathing. Pain. And without those, it becomes a whole lot easier to disappear.

And Nureyev had already been a master of disappearances while living.

He was already safely tucked away in a nearby alley by the time the executives charged out into the street in search of him. More of a ghost than any of the souls here could ever hope to be. He watched as they walked straight past him, never knowing that he was only a few feet away from them. He could reach out and brush the dust off of one of their lapels, but he stayed as still and silent as a stone statute. As soon as they were gone, he huffed out a quiet sigh of relief before the anger began to fade away and the reality of his situation hit him.

He was alone, penniless, and voiceless in a strange city a thousand miles from home.

He had nothing to his name except, well, his name.

He was helpless, a child who walked into the deep end of a pool too soon and was now floundering.

In spite of his best efforts, Peter Nureyev began to cry again.

What was that saying that Buddy was always so fond of repeating? Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. He supposed, in some sick and twisted way, that he deserved this. He had made this situation, and now he had to live with it. Gods, he hated that he was like this.

Pull yourself together, Nureyev. You’ve gotten out of tougher deals than this.

He took a minute to breathe and pull himself together. He had no plan, but was almost prepared to go before he noticed the figure standing off to his left, watching him. Instinctively, he leaped up and grabbed the knife from his pocket, holding it out in their direction. The figure raised their arms in surrender.

“Whoa, I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m sorry! I just- you were sitting here all by yourself, and well, I thought you looked a little lonely. Do you need any help?”

Nureyev opened his mouth to make a snarky comment in return, but no sound came out. He silently cursed his rotten luck.

“Ohhh, did you lose your voice?” The figure took a few steps closer into the light.

The knife nearly dropped from Nureyev’s hand once he saw the man’s face. This person was…. 

That was Benzaiten Steel. Peter would have bet his life on it.

He was nearly an exact replica of Juno if life hadn’t been quite so tough on him. Same wide and curious eyes, same nose, same jaw, same glimmer of mischief and compassion lurking at the edges of his expression, dressed in denim overalls, heavy work boots, and grease-stained shirt. Juno didn’t talk about his brother often, but when he did, it was always with no small amount of pain and grief. He had always wondered what had happened between the two of them that had caused Juno so much hurt. Now, perhaps he could find out.

Nureyev hesitated, considering his options, then nodded, and dropped the knife back down to his side.

“Shit,” Ben said, real concern lacing his voice as he dropped his hands. “And you’re new here too, aren’t you? I can’t say I’ve seen you before.”

Nureyev nodded again.

Ben blew out a long breath, clearly thinking. His brow furrowed in the same way Juno’s did when he was trying to work out a particularly tricky problem. Gods, he missed him.

“Okay then, you’re gonna stick with me from here on out, okay? Heyyyy, don’t give me that look. Everyone who comes down here thinks they can take care of themselves, but they can’t. They always need help. And I’m gonna be your helper! Oh, and where are my manners! My name is Benzaiten, but you can call me Ben. And because you definitely can’t tell me your name, I’m going to call you… Glass. Because your glasses are broken. Is that okay with you? I thought it would be. I am pretty good at naming things, if I do say so myself. I can fix your glasses when we get back to the party.”

A party? Down here? Nureyev narrowed his eyes. That seemed… suspicious.

“Ah. That’s right. Well, you didn’t hear this from me,” Ben said, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “but when the bosses aren’t looking, some of us like to have a little fun. A little wine, a little dancing, a few flowers here and there… it does wonders for the soul, I’ll tell ya. I’ll introduce you to the whole gang, Glass!”

The faintest of smiles crept across Nureyev’s face. Perhaps something worthwhile might come out of this disaster after all.

[starshapedpetals]

yes i’m still worried about the merch lines but i must must must talk about this

okay so i have no idea who they are collaborating with. i looked up yammy yamme & couldn’t find anything. so if anyone knows, please tell me!

IT MAY NO LONGER BE MY BIRTHDAY BUT GOD DAMN THIS IS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!! I AM BURSTING WITH SEROTONIN PLEASE I NEED TO STOP LOOKING AT THEM ITS BEEN HOURS

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS. he’s really having his moment. look at him he’s in thigh highs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(i think) either way he’s in some sort of thing & i see his thighs. & i’m so normal about this <33 look at his painted toenails. the heart of the shoes. aaa. the fucking pose. literally everything he’s doing rn. i will e a t him. LET ME AT HIM BUT ALSO DON’T BECAUSE I’D SCREAM & HE’D BE SO ANNOYED AT MY BULLSHIT. but god DAMN. 💞him💞 I feel like a victorian man who just saw ankles I am so sorry.

azusa & his cute fucking crop top hoodie my god. THE BUNNY PLUSH BAG. i love the hair clips too he’s so 😭 i’m really loving the hair pins too 💞💞💞 he’s sooo fuckinhgghhhh aaaaaaa i’m going to eat DRY WALL. fuck i just love him so much oh my god look at him are you looking at him. ^^^him^^^ loml ^ he’s also really in his moment 💘

i reallyyyy love that they gave him some blue!!! i love kou with pink & blue!! he looks so so!! so!! pretty!!! so so pretty!!!! I AM FUCKING WITH THE DEVIL HORNS ON THE HOODIE. LET ME SEE THE REST OF HIS OUTFIT IN HD REJET PLEASE. also he has black painted nails! (from the only fingers we can see) okay he looks so so so good but is it just me or has he not looked happy for the past few lines? that’s really my only take away but agahghhh he’s so!!!! 💞💞💞💞 is that some sort of tail??! seriously rejet PLEASE!!!!

I am so so so so feral about this. oh my god oh my god I’m feeling very silly about this. he looks. he. heeeeeeeeeeee he looks so gahhshshshdbd. i really want to be normal about this but i’m about to start foaming from the mouth. my boys in this line have made me feel like i need to be detained. you see his painted nails..? gorgeous. his hair is so fucking pretty hair good god i adore when they put it up like this ahahhhhhhahahahah. fuck he’s so pretty hair & i really like his outfit 💞 kinda off topic but his colors here remind me of the omni flag. just me? i don’t even think there is blue here he’s just giving me omni vibes rn… anyways, it reminds me of it so it fuels my headcanon <3

small notes since i’m running out of photo space: ruki’s & subaru’s rings look like the bisexual flag. which is great because they are so bi (to me) i surprisingly like how ruki looks here. i didn’t expect this style to look good on him but i like it! i think rejet has been giving ruki some really nice looks recently. laito always looks lovely with his hair like that! i love it rejet! keep that hat off him! yuma looks great! i really love his outfit. subaru looks cute here! esp with those hair clips. i also like his outfit :) ayato’s nails are red & black!!! kino’s nails are purple & black!!!

[outivv]

Studying with the first years drop it rn or I'm eating ur dry wall

Synopsis: studying with first years >:)

Warnings: swearing, and not proofread

Game/ fandom: twisted wonderland

Characters: first years (ace, deuce, Jack, epel, and Sebek)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

Note: this is just for fun, but I do apologize if they’re slightly ooc

A/n: hello! Don’t eat drywall it’s poisonous D:

— ace —

A menace.

Whining, and complaining the whole time. You aren’t allowed to go to the library together because he’s so loud when studying with you.

You barely get anything done, because he becomes so frustrated so easily. He can’t focus very well either.

Ace: “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE A FUCKING LINE GRAPH???”

Mc: “…it’s just a bunch of lines ace.”

You kick him out of ramshackle dorm not long after you start studying.

— deuce —

Oh deuce.

He tries. He really does.

But he gets so frustrated like ace.

He starts off strong, and then just fizzles out like a sad sad candle.

Deuce: “why does there have to be letters in math…”

Mc sobbing: “I don’t know deuce… I really don’t”

He does study much better with someone with him though. Makes him stay on task oddly enough, and he asks a fair amount of questions! And when you’re right there it makes it much easier!

— Jack —

Loves studying with you, but acts like he doesn’t.

Literally such a good student it’s weird.

Mc: “you actually listen during class… I just screw off with ace and deuce…”

Jack: “you’re a disappointment.” /j

His tail will sway back and forth when you ask him a question. He feels so proud when he gets to teach you something, or just help you out with something.

If you fool around a bit too much he’ll tell you to quiet down, but won’t tell you to leave, nor will he stop studying with you.

— epel —

Could go one of two ways…

Either you both do great! You study for an hour or two, and actually stay on task and did really really well! And then you go get some food as a reward for yourselves when you’re done! :)

Or you both end up so frustrated you scream in the middle of the library, and get kicked out for the day.

Epel: “MATH IS A BITCH”

Mc: “FUCK YEAH”

Librarian: “…get out…”

It’s one or the other. No in between.

— Sebek —

Mmm… ಠ_ಠ

A prick.

You easily get off task? Hmm… hope your eardrums survive his very, very loud lecture.

Sebek: “HUMAN YOU NEED TO FOCUS AND WORK HARD TO PASS THIS CLASS, DO YOU NOT WANT TO GRADUATE???”

Mc sobbing: “stop yelling at me.“

He will make sure you study, and he will get his work done way way faster than you, so he can focus on helping you. It’s sweet but also damn dude… you just went through a weeks worth of homework in an hour.

— everyone :) —

You all study at ramshackle dorm. It’s nice an cozy, even if the wind blows through the dorm.

It turns not cozy real quickly though

I can see Sebek and deuce just yelling at each other honestly.

Deuce: “THIS IS SO FUCKING DUMB”

Sebek: “STOP SWEARING”

Jack and epel are actually doing their work, and working together on something.

Ace and grim are struggling together cause they don’t know how to solve for X

It’s chaos. But eventually… it all works out. Mostly because epel and Jack helped everyone. :’)

After everyone calms down it’s actually really nice, and helpful! And surprisingly people get a fair amount of work done! :D

[scoutsgothicsistermoxxie]

Medic x fem reader MY little dove~ disclaimer this will have smut in it te he.

Hey I'm a big tf2 fan and I love medic. This is my first story so enjoy. <3

As I enter the medbay I hear that handsome German man huming a little tune. "Ah, frou vhat have you came here for?" Medic asks me. "Well medic when I was making dinner and I- well I burnt my finger." I say in a kinda shy and flustered tone. I have had a crush on medic for so long. Just seeing that big, handsome, caring, German, man just makes me feel a way. As I come back to reality I here medic snaping his finger in my face. "Vellooo, Y/n are zou ok?" " Huh oh yah sorry medic I was just zoning out heh." As I look at medic I see him blushing a little. He then puts some medican on my finger and wrap it up. He takes a lollipop out of his pocket and say flustered " Uh- here I know this is your favorite flavor." As I unwrap the lolli and start to lick it medic starts to get all red but then I noticed the bump in his pants. Medic seen me looking and began to blush even more. He saw my gaw drop because the bump I see is huge. I had to run out of the room in fear of what I might say

(TIME SKIP)

A week later I need to get a fiscal because you know "fighting". I enter the room and I see doc blushing profusely at who his last patent was A.K.A me. As I walk over to the table medic comes over with his gloves on and I can not help but blush. As we start to stare in each other's eyes medic pulls away. Medic starts to say " Vell umm ca-can you please take ze shirt off. I start to do as he asks. As medic touches my breast I make a little noise I rush to close my mouth when he asked if I can take off my bra. I start to get very flustered as I do so. Feeling medics glove on my breast made the heat between my legs hotter than 1000 sun's. As medic pulls my panties off the bump in his pants returns. As I feel his hands on my pussy I moan rolling my head back. Medic says " Am I hurting you frou?" In a frantic voice I state no. Medic blushing hard starts to lick his lips then starts to eat me out as I fling my head up in shock moaning. "AHH M-MEDIC W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" As he shot up in fear of what he had just done. "Gott vhat have I done i-i am so sorry fróu." As he cusses himself out in German I get a little sentence out. "W-who..told..you..to..stop?~" I say in a seductive voice. Medic then starts to walk over with a evil chuckle and continues to eat me out. As I moan I hit my point were I cum all over and scream out in pleasure. " M-MEDIC I-IM CUMING" Medic then slurps up all of my cum. He then starts to unbundled his pants and reveal himself. I was in shock of how big it was and I'm talking 8============D big (lmafo what am I doing with my life) He then starts push in his cock as I moan hard. He picked me up and shoves me up to a wall fucking me dry. As he came inside of my we fall to the ground. "I-i love you medic." "I love you too fróu."

THE END THAT IS ALL I CAN TAKE RN tell me if yall like it and tell me if yall want more BYYEEEE <3

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

6 months on T!! time for an update:

the voice is soooooo much deeper than it was, but oddly enough i can barely hear it. its odd, but its how i've always thought i sounded. before i was really high pitched and thought i was talking low, but now i talk low and it matches my brain

anxiety is different now, it feels more centered in my chest rather than in "oh my god i need to move". that said i am still a very anxious person which is in part ocd, i just learned, so will update if it changes once i get ocd under better control

muscle growth is fucking bonkers, i have mini lats despite not really formally working out, and the arms are definitely more veiny and gradually getting more muscular - i do use forearm crutches which definitely plays into that

body odor is still driving me up the wall, she likes to change slightly every week </3 and as someone with a super sensitive sense of smell </3 this is actual hell if i dont shower every. single. day. </3

the endless pit that is my stomach seems to only grown with each passing day. i fear i will eat my apartment clean and then drink the city dry

possibly nsfw things below the cut

bottom growth stalled out but its honestly a good size for me rn

that said, holy mother of god libido is also bonkers. my relationship with my asexuality is shifting, i am still asexual but im feeling more positive-sex asexual rather than sex repulsed. i am also infinitely times kinkier, pleaseijustwantsomeonetobiteme who was that

ok i'm almost at a week on t (0.2ml once a week) and. idk if its monkey brain seeing things that arent there but:

i have noticed i'm a bit... chiller? like im usually all over the place emotionally especially this time of year (finals) but im just kind of trucking through rn, like my brain is slightly quieter i think

acne has always been super sensitive but honestly i've been washing my face and moisturizing and so far its been good - will continue to update on this tho cuz i had really bad acne as a teen, plus i have pcos which makes me break out really frequently

also i think downstairs is more sensitive than normal, i had a pair of tight pants on and it was driving me nuts

i'm also really hungry but idk if thats just cuz of usual end of the semester stuff or t but will also continue to update with that

i also didnt realize how much this would affect me?? i knew it would but taking the first shot i swear i felt so giddy and excited when before i was excited but kind of quietly so?? its all i've thought about the last week, being so excited for my next shot (also the shot is not as scary as it seems, i barely felt it, all i felt was pressure on my skin from pushing the plunger down - still gotta get that technique down; shoutout to nurse scott's video on painless self injection)

[ladyvesuvia]

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@firewhiskyss: 🎢 harry with either “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” or “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.” because my heart can’t handle angst rn 😋☝🏼|| for my 300 followers celebration

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Summary: Being stuck in the elevator is bad enough, but being with a stranger makes matters worse.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: not proofread, light cursing, elevators, power outage + let me know if i missed anything

A/N: too bad u cant handle angst i could’ve found ways to sneak that into this hehe jk anywaaayy ok i felt uninspired sorry hydagjih

Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

AN HOUR OR SO AGO

“Hold the door!” said a voice from the lobby. Harry pressed the open door button in haste, the doors doing as it was told to do. The figure rushed inside, hair dripping wet on the tiled floor of the elevator. He kept his eyes trained to floor as she moved his way to press the button to the eighth floor. “Thank you,” she mumbled.

The girl next to him began to dry her drenched hair with a purple towel, patting herself dry. Harry risked a brief glance in her direction — she was wearing a floral one-piece swimsuit which she layered with denim shorts. When she caught his eye, they both inched away from each other uncomfortably. To their relief, the elevator started to move up.

Nobody seemed to be coming in just yet. After all, it was six p.m. and most were probably outside biding their time for night swimming. Harry, on the other hand, just came down to get a box of doughnuts for Mr. Weasley, who he can only assume was changing into his swimming trunks in their hotel room. The rest were probably doing the same.

Harry was waiting for it to reach the ninth floor when the elevator lurched to a stop on the seventh. While Harry refused to meet eye contact with the girl next to him, she was busy trying to convince herself it was alright.

It’s okay, she thought to herself as she made a show of more aggressive patting of her hair in more of an attempt to calm her drumming heartbeat than to really dry it. Another passenger was probably just entering.

But she knew better, they both knew better. The lights above them began to blink in an inconsistent manner. To her dismay, the doors did not open nor did they continue to go up.

They both turned to each other with a bewildered look on their faces. Harry made to reach for his wand, but held himself back. Then the lights went out along with the tiny ones coming from the buttons. Harry froze. He heard the stranger next to him shift, probably wrapping the towel around herself. She had stopped pretending to pat herself now. Harry watched as her as she dropped her bag down on the wet tiled floor and pulled out a bulky gray block from it. Harry stood there awkwardly as if a statue while she kept on fumbling with the block thingy he now recognized was a flip phone. A light glowed from it, her face looking similar to that of a ghost.

She pressed it against her ear, but it seemed to not be working. She then raised her hand higher in hopes of getting better reception to no avail. Harry cleared his throat. The girl’s head whipped to his direction. “The emergency call button,” said Harry.

“I know,” she spat, reaching out for the buttons. But instead of clicking that particular button, she clicked the button for opening doors. Harry noticed she seemed to be shivering a bit even with the towel.

The girl was still dripping, albeit lesser now. She kept pressing the open door repetitively with her wrinkly fingers. Harry remained stiff, unsure if he should use his wand. “What floor are we currently?”

Taken aback, Harry didn’t respond for a couple of seconds until she reached out to his shoulder to check on him. “Oh, er — seventh, I think.”

He then heard her click a button he supposed was for the seventh, then a bunch of other buttons the next.

“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die. . . .” Harry found that he preferred the constant clicking noises from the buttons over her constant reminder of their ‘impending doom.’ It was like fourth year all over again when their Divination teacher Professor Trelawney kept telling him he was going to die an early death. She kept chanting to herself in hysterics.

“Have you tried . . . the emergency call button? The one with the bell?”

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” said the girl. To his surprise, she picked up her bag again and aimed it at the elevator door before swinging it right in the middle. She then started banging her fist hard on the doors, pounding. “Help! I’m stuck! I mean, we’re stuck! Hello? I’m wi —”

“There’s a press to call thing here,” pointed Harry.

“Good,” she remarked as she practically run to it when the elevator made a creaking noise from above. The girl let out a shriek as she fell backwards and pulled Harry down with her. “Lie flat or we’re both gonna die!”

“Why — ?”

“JUST DO IT.” He did. Both of them sprawled their legs and he felt the damp floor wet his back a bit, but he was still weighing the pros and cons of pulling out his wand. Of course, if it were up to him, he’d pull it out in a heartbeat but the Weasleys’ vacation was on the line and he couldn’t jeopardize that by—

The elevator whined, and it felt as if it was moving a bit. “We’re gonna plummet to do our death!”

“Calm down,” said Harry, hardly knowing why he even bothered in the first place because he didn’t know what to say next especially with the girl’s expectant eyes on him. He thought of what Hermione had told them when they first came here, who then attempted to calm the others down about their feelings on Muggle Elevators. “Er — elevators are one of the safest ways of transportation with only the fatality rate of zero point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-something-fifteen percent per trip.”

“Oh, shut up, stranger,” cried the girl. “There’s still a fifteen in that end. We’re gonna die, accept that!”

“You seem to be the one having troubles accepting that,” argued Harry back. She shot him a glare.

“I haven’t written my will and we’re gonna die. You see — you hear that rumble? We’re slowly falling down and we’re gonna die. I should have — should have taken the stairs. Please, please, please let me live! I swear I’ll start eating vegetables! This is it stranger, we’re gonna die.”

“That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”

“We’re about to die and you have time to think? Lie with your chunkiest bits on the floor to increase our chance of survival.”

He wanted to argue, but he resorted to inching further away from her and stretching his limbs awkwardly.

“Damn it, you shouldn’t have kept the door open!”

“How is that my fault? If anything, I was being nice,” said Harry.

“Being nice? You just sentenced me to my death and now I’m dying in this cramped space in a swimsuit and shorts that aren’t even for swimming!”

Surprisingly, the elevator whined to a stop. They remained on the floor for half a minute. Eventually, she was the first to stand up. Dusting herself and not meeting Harry’s eye, she smashed the bell button with her finger. It buzzed for a few seconds before a guy’s voice answered.

“Hello,” said the operator. The intercom seemed to be having troubles.

“Uh, hello, hi,” replied the girl.

“So are you currently stuck in the elevator?” Harry could hear the girl turn to him in the dark and call up the look of utter disbelief, as if wanting to reply, ‘No shit.’

“Yes, very much.”

“Okay, are you alone?” asked the operator.

“Unfortunately, no. I’m with . . .” she trailed off, turning to Harry with prolonged contemplation. “With stranger. I’m with stranger. A stranger. With a stranger, I mean.”

“May I know your names please?”

“Uh, sure? I’m . . . Papier Matchen and this is —”

“Har — Neville. Neville Longbottom, sir,” answered Harry. The operator did not respond. “Neville Longbottom.”

“Are you both guests?” asked the operator.

“Yes,” said [Y/N]. “Wait, are you a guest?”

“I am a guest,” said Harry stiffly.

“He’s a guest,” she added, as if in an attempt to keep whatever morale is left high. The operator didn’t respond again. “Hey, uh, operator? It would really help if you didn’t keep disappearing on us.” She chuckled nervously.

“What floor are you currently on?” said the voice with a bit more static.

“Uh, well,” she said, turning to Harry, “last time we checked, it was on the seventh but it moved down a bit and we might be in-between floors seven and six.”

“Alright, thank you. We’re currently experiencing a city wide power outage, and it appears that the back-up battery in Elevator Three has not yet been replaced since the last brownout. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. So, uh, is any of your authorities gonna come and pick us up?”

No response. She pressed the button again. And again. And again. No sound came, not even static. “Hello? Hi?”

When no one responded again, she slumped to the floor once more, her hair still wet but no longer dripping. “Sit down,” she said, pointing at the spot right next to her. Harry obliged. “You can sit across, I don’t care. I know I smell like chlorine right now.”

Harry sat across from her, leaning back against the wall. She didn’t talk either. This went on for about five minutes until Harry had the urge to do something or at least say something.

“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“A dangerous pastime, you should be afraid. Go ahead,” she said, gesturing a finger gun his way.

“Shouldn’t we try to get out of this?”

“Who are you, Bruce Willis? Need I remind you that you are Nev . . . Bottom?”

“That’s not actually my name,” said Harry.

“Same, I just said Papier Matchen off the top of my head. Like papier mache but witchy. My name’s actually pretty good, I think. I’m [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Oh, wait, nope, don’t like it.”

“I think it’s good.” [Y/N] turned on her phone and shone it around until it landed on his face. Harry realized he had kept the box of doughnuts in the corner when she made them sit down. “I’m Harry,” he said when she finally turned off the phone.

[Y/N] turned it on again and directed it to the box of doughnuts. “Are those doughnuts to make us super tiny like Alice in Wonderland or something?”

“Oh, those are for my friend’s father.”

“Let’s eat it, I’m hungry,” said [Y/N].

“It’s for my friend’s father.”

“You have to realize that that is so not a good enough point. We’re trapped in an elevator with no means of communication with that musty man and eating that is the only thing we can do. Unless you want to do something else?”

“Er — What?” choked Harry, clearing his throat. “Okay, fine, uh, doughnuts.”

She made a triumphant sound Harry couldn’t explain, but paid it no mind as she reached out to grab the box of doughnuts from the corner. She set it in front of her.

“Hey, these are from my aunt’s bakery.”

“They are?” asked Harry.

“Yeah! The one across the street from here?” asked [Y/N], to which Harry nodded. “Ooh, you got the one with Oreos? Nice! I helped design those.”

“Okay, uh, can I have some?”

“I thought it was against your will to take some of these from your ’friend’s dad?’” teased [Y/N], but she handed him a doughnut anyway. Harry began to eat just like she did. “Sorry I forced you to lie down here. . . .”

She looked at him, waiting for something. What? Harry furrowed his brows, confused.

“Sorry, I mean, what’s your name again?” asked [Y/N], hints of the chocolate stuck between her teeth and some on her lips.

“Harry Potter,” replied Harry, who debated against himself whether or not he should point it out. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and they just started to lose the tension. “You’ve got uh, something on your, you know.”

“I know,” said [Y/N], but she didn’t do anything about it. “Anyway, can you believe six and seven are lucky numbers yet here we are, stuck in the wretched elevator between them?”

“No, that’s why I don’t really believe in those . . . things.”

“I’d say that’s insulting, but I’m dripping in my swimwear while I’m stuck in the elevator with a total stranger, so fair enough.”

Harry didn’t know how long they were talking, but it just went on. He was pretty sure there were times he even laughed. Harry reached out to grab another doughnut when he realized she was holding it as well. They both let it drop back to the box.

“Oh, no, it’s yours,” said [Y/N].

“It’s okay, you can have it,” said Harry.

“I ate more than you did, you can have it. Just go,” said [Y/N].

“You can —”

“You know what? Let’s just split it.”

[Y/N] ripped it in half, handing him the bigger slice. Just when Harry was going to offer to exchange, she swallowed it whole.

“Too late, I ate my half already.”

“I can see that,” said Harry. He began to eat his own half, savoring it with three more bites.

“Sorry I smell like chlorine again.”

“Eh, I don’t know, it’s kind of growing on me,” said Harry. “I shouldn’t have said that, sorry.”

“On a good day, that would sound like an insult but it’s anything but a good day, so, thank you, I guess.”

The two shared a laugh (and most definitely three) the entire time when the lights turned on. They could see each other clearly now. There was no denying they felt quite vulnerable — like finally meeting an friend you only send letters and emails to for the first time, but she smiled to make it feel lighter.

Suddenly, it started to move up again, [Y/N] kept them seated just in case it started plummeting again. It didn’t, though. It opened on the seventh, as the indicator told them so.

The intercom buzzed once more and different operator spoke. None of them stood up.

“Hi, power’s slowly being restored. How’s everyone?”

“We’re good,” said Harry. [Y/N] smiled in the shadows, tossing the towel in the corner. “Wait, you’re — er — good, right?”

“Yeah, surprisingly so,” she said.

“Good to hear, we’re currently doing the best we can to cater everyone’s needs. Has your, uh, elevator moved yet? Sorry, I’m new here. Anyway, has it?” asked the operator.

“Currently open on the seventh floor, but we’re both going up, all’s good now, don’t worry,” answered [Y/N]. She stood up, taking the towel with her.

“Okay, great, thank you and take care!” said the operator before the intercom buzzed off. Harry and [Y/N] stood there as the elevator door closed shut and began to move up and open again to the eighth.

“So,” started [Y/N], “this is me. My floor, I mean.”

“Right,” said Harry

“Well, I still don’t like elevators and I may or may not ride one ever again so I can’t believe I’d ever say this because it’s hella cheesy but thanks for making it bearable.”

“I feel like I should say, ‘you’re welcome?’” said Harry.

“Oh yeah, you should.”

The door began to close, but Harry pressed the open door button.

“Okay, you’re welcome.” The two shared lighthearted laughter. “Anyway, er — thank you, too. See you around?”

“Yeah, yeah, see you around. Bye.” [Y/N] waved as the doors closed between them and Harry was once again all alone in the elevator.

He noticed what a mess the floor was, and went to pick up the empty box of donuts. His hand went to where he kept his wand to clean up and looked around for cameras and found one tucked in the upper corner. Harry let his hand down and dusted his shirt with his hands when something caught his eye. A beach bag in the corner, resting carelessly.

The door finally opened to the ninth floor. Harry was frozen, looking directly at a long hallway of doors. It took a few seconds until it whirred and shut close. Not knowing what to do, Harry picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.

He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor until it began going down again. He pressed the button to the ninth floor again.

Ten.

Eleven. A couple his age entered, probably about to go down. Narrowed eyes landed on him and his dirty shirt and pants, but he paid them no mind.

Twelve. The couple started to talk about their plans on the honeymoon tomorrow. Harry busied himself by playing with the straps of the beach bag. He realized just now it had her name inside one of the straps lazily written with a sharpie. [Y/N], it stated.

Eleven again.

Ten again.

Nine again. The door opened, but he did not step out. Of course, the couple began to eye him with suspicion now as he reached out to press the button to the eighth floor.

Eight. When he stepped out, he heard the hushed but relieved sighs from both of the other two behind him as the elevator proceeded to close shut and go down.

Harry knocked on the first door. A man in his pajamas answered. Harry muttered an apology as he walked away to try the second door. He heard the first door swing shut.

The second door was equipped with a sign on the doorknob saying, ‘Do not Disturb.’ So, of course, Harry moved on to the third. He heard loud sounds of children playing inside. When he knocked, a tired woman carrying a toddler in her arms answered. Harry apologized once more and moved on.

Harry’s shoulder was aching, so he let the bag down and simply held it in his hands.

The fourth door was answered by a middle-aged man holding a glass of wine.

The fifth door’s knob held the same message as the the second — ‘Do not Disturb.’

As you may recall, Harry held a bag he did not own in his hand. His shirt was a bit muddied and moist on one side, but he didn’t mind. He stood in front of the eighth door he’ll be knocking on in hopes it was the owner of the bag. It still wasn’t, though.

Instead, a woman his age greeted him with a smile. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn’t what he was looking for. He apologized for interrupting and went ahead to knock on the ninth door.

It swung open, and Harry let out a long sigh.

An older woman greeted him with a pleasant smile. “Hello, dear,” she said. He took a shot and asked if she knew anyone by the name of [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. Unfortunately though, she did not.

Harry finally made it to the last door. He knocked once more, holding the bag tighter now. A little kid answered, with her parents and siblings in the background, eating pancakes. They did not know of someone named [Y/N] [Y/L/N], either.

Shoulders slumping, Harry made his way back to the elevator. He pressed the up button.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. Wait, don’t skip, he thought to himself.

It still wasn’t her. It was the same girl from the ninth door. “Yes?”

“You’re looking for [Y/N]?” she asked. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N]?”

“Er — yes. Do you know her?” asked Harry.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower. Is that her bag?”

“Oh!” He almost forgot that he was holding it. “Yes, yes it is.”

“I can give it to her,” called out the woman. She closed the door behind her, making her way towards him. When she was close enough, she extended her hand.

The elevator dinged open. Harry was about to hand it over to her, when he decided something else.

“Er — no, uh, I was actually hoping if I could see her.”

She let her hand down, grinning. “You must be Elevadork.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s an inside joke,” said Harry.

“You can wait inside,” said the girl. “I’m Karolina, by the way. She’s just showering because she’s, and I quote, ‘will be too unlovable if smelling like chlorine.’”

Harry chuckled as Karolina led him to their hotel room. It was just like every other room he had seen, then he saw the same towel she had with her just a while ago when they were stuck with only each other’s company.

“He was nice, though. I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. By the way, we’re out of hair conditioner. My hair badly nee — Harry!” [Y/N] tumbled backwards to the bathroom with a different towel wrapped around herself. Harry’s eyes widened, and he turned around.

“He wanted to return your bag and ask you out,” said Karolina.

“That’s not what I actually said,” whispered Harry, turning crimson.

“Honey, trust me, it was definitely what you said,” laughed Karolina, patting him in the back. “You might want to change first.”

“I guess,” added Harry.

[Y/N] rushed to the get her clothes from one of the two beds and ran back to the shower, where she hastily pulled on her shirt and checkered pajama pants.

“She’s done changing, by the way,” said Karolina, patting Harry on the shoulder again as she left to pour iced tea for herself.

[Y/N] led Harry out, earning two thumbs up from Karolina, who was beaming up at the two of them. “How’d you find me?”

“Fate,” said Harry mockingly, as if from a show. She giggled. “I knocked on all the doors in this hallway.”

“To return a bag?”

“Sure, that, too. But mainly to ask if you’d like to get some — er — doughnuts with, uh, me. I really want to bring some up to —”

“Your friend’s dad, right,” [Y/N] cut out. “Are we still taking the elevator?”

“Yeah,” said Harry.

They finally reached the elevator, where they stood side by side.

“Aren’t you going to change first?” asked [Y/N].

“Nope,” said Harry, pressing the down button. He turned to [Y/N], looking at her shirt. “Does that say ‘Treacle Treat?’”

“Yeah, like as in Trick or Treat. See the pumpkin?” She pointed at the bottom part of her shirt.

“Oh, there it is.” The two were laughing even when they stepped into the elevator. They exchanged a knowing glance at the sight of scattered crumbs of doughnuts on the floor, not daring to talk about it in front of one another guest.

As the elevator began to go down, Harry realized he might as well believe in the lucky numbers. After all, if it weren’t for six, seven, and nine, he wouldn’t be here right now standing shoulder up to shoulder with the girl wearing a funky shirt.

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[kdream-factory]

VERIVERY taking care of you while you’re on your period

[WARNINGS: none]

Dongheon:

Dongheon is no. 1 caretaker for you. He would exactly know what to do. He enjoys just staying home so I think he would be prepared for making those days as ‘pleasant’ as possible for you. He stays in bed with you if you want to cuddle or he will just leave you alone in the bedroom if you want that instead. He’d help you shower and change bedsheets for you when you sweat extraordinary much due to you laying under 3 blankets out of freezing. Would bring you a glass of water when you wake up at 4 am because you are dehydrated. Is the best nanny. Has no problem with helping you walk to the bathroom as you try to literally crawl there from all the pain. Would even kneel next to you while you take one of those period shits and just need to hold his hand for support. 11/10 (Oh how I would need exactly that lmao)

Hoyoung:

This guy- damn he makes you feel alive at those times. Brings you fruits and vegetables when you are expecting it the least than you thought you would need it. Makes sure you eat your breakfast and has an extra cabinet for your period food, may it be dry food for when you can’t eat without feeling like throwing up or extra fat food for when you can’t stop eating. Tugs you into the blanket while he opens the window for you to get fresh air. Somehow he would be a master in making you look healthy. At least your skin color doesn’t look like your basement’s walls when he takes care of you.

Minchan:

Your best enotional support. You take a break from the outside world? No problem. He will be your source of entertainment. Does skin care with you and insists on you leaning back and letting him do all the work. Puts on a cartoon like Rick and Morty or anything thats easy to watch while not really having to processing too much of information. Whatever he does he makes time fly and it doesn’t feel like your period lasted that long. Will also insist on you taking a very big nap for resting to recharge energy.

Gyehyeon:

A stereotypical house wife 😅 cleans up after you, makes sure your bedsheets are neatly made for you to have a 5 star hotel feeling as well as cook anything you want. I see him as that type of person who tries to make you go for a walk with him for you to get some air and to stimulate your body circulation. I can’t but think that you would have to tell him again and again that it’s just too exhausting to go for a walk or to eat something specific to the point of you yelling at him. He wouldn’t be mad about it. Just a little upset but not because of you but he’d be upset about himself. Would be so frustrated if he couldn’t help you properly so he needs some reassurance that him just being by your side can be enough too sometimes.

Yeonho:

He grew up with two sisters so I think he’d be used to everything and anything. Nothing can take him by surprise. Would deal with blood stains on the sheets or pants, buys you your favorite snack, is easygoing about buying you pads and tampons and wouldn’t come back from grocery shopping without bringing you a gift; flowers, a book, a new game for you two to play on the Nintendo, a movie, honestly anything that would help you keeping distracted from the pain.

Yongseung:

Ohhhh our boy would be so sweet and touchy. He would give you massages, wrap you in a blanket or two, hold you close, rock you back and forth in your burrito blanket for you to fall asleep, lots of kisses on the forehead and strokes your cheeks a lot it would be so incredibly soothing. Him being next to you would be balm for the soul. He’d even dim the lights for your sensitive eyes and put on spa music and scented candles XD Whispers sweet words into your ears and tells you he is there for you and that he won’t go away. (I’m having heart eyes rn aaaah)

Kangmin:

Kangmin wouldn’t necessarily know what to do but instead always asks if he could do something for you. He is like a minion you could order around. A bit helpless the first few times but once he has settled with a routine he is the best at it. Asks the Hyungs to cook something for you. Gives you his neck pillow and it’s the sweetest thing like- all in all he tries to share stuff that makes him feel better. Would let you wear his boyer shorts when its that time of the month because they are just so much more comfortable. All smiley smiley when he sees you relax after he made you a heating pad. ———————————————————————For everyone struggling with period pain, I feel you. I hope this makes you feel better. 🫶🏻🤲🏻❣️ ~ Niwi

[juls-writes]

find the word!

more find the word! I have two tags rn so I'm just compiling them - @pinespittinink gave me sunlight, ribs and lungs, and @legiomiam has given me leg, build, egg, spin, and suddenly.

sunlight

On the outside of the amorphous dome of swirling darkness is sunlight, holding the entire thing up like an oversized circus tent as high as the clouds. Light and dark are opposites – irresistibly drawn to each other – so play them against one another, and they act in tandem. It’s actually super cool, but I don’t think Ivos would appreciate a lesson at this moment. If he knew he could simply run to one end and duck under the spell, he’d hate me more than he already does.

ribs

“Sleep well?” he asks. He leans back again, and I can taste the alcohol on his breath. “Your shoulder’s digging into my ribs.” “Then try and get away,” he replies, with what I can only assume to be a shit-eating grin.

lungs

I lift a hand to wipe blood from my chin and then swing a backhand across Delano’s cheek. In the silence following the slap, he grins through red staining his stubbled jaw and lifts his knee into my gut. He uproots me effortlessly and throws me down into the underbrush. My lungs empty in a fell swoop, and I find myself both grateful and annoyed at the soft mossy ground eagerly soaking a chill through my robe.

leg

I cough. Feign exhaustion. Struggle, fake, against his grip. Let my legs give out.

Delano doesn’t let me fall. The crowd is cheering, jeering. There’s a silent disappointment somewhere in there I hope I’m not making up. After years as the most powerful sorcerer on the continent, the showdown between me and Delano – a man with ever more fantastical a reputation than me, without even using magic – should have been incredible. A close match, a spectacle.

Not a street brawl over in under a minute.

build

It is a jungle of a city, replacing the real, natural one that once existed here and is now relegated to the space between buildings and the occasional abandoned plot. Walls slice through in misshapen rings, relics of old town borders now grown past. The palace sits smack dab in the centre, where I stand soaking in the bird’s eye view. Across from me, a sloping tiled rooftop leads the way to another series of towers, clambering over another as if in a race for conquest.

egg

This is supposed to be shameful, I’m sure, but the crowd watching me is silent. There’s no egg or produce thrown my way, nor are there any cheers or raucous celebration for Ivos and Theoreos in catching me. The eyes I do find, and the expressions I see, are more reverent than anything. I know it. They know it. I did them a favor.

Doesn’t mean I’m not still marked as insane. Doesn’t mean I’m not a criminal.

spin

“Yeranos,” he says, like he’s talking to a cat with behaviour issues. 

“Delano,” I reply, in the same tone but far stupider.

I turn the rope into a ten foot cobra.

Delano curses and I run again, throwing the tail behind me. This time I veer sharply to the left, grab a tree to spin myself around, and as Delano drops the snake and runs the other way, I catch him in a grapple.

suddenly

My throat’s gone dry. I wish it was just the heat and exhaustion from the fight, but it’s neither. I hate myself suddenly. I used to think I did, when I made poor choices or effectively ostracized myself from society, but this feels like my soul is rotting. Destiny was supposed to heal me and send me on a path righteous for myself, in spite of the world and its rules; there was no reason to believe it would hurt so much.

I know @legiomiam is always game for the tags (and so am I, fwiw) - otherwise this is open to anyone that wants it! Your words are method, rumor, impossible, tear, continue

[robust-cicada]

Fade Out Again (Thom Yorke X Reader)

For @shehangsbrightly

prompt: honestly i would be allll over the bends era thom, and i think something angsty is what i’m feeling rn. do your magic 😌

Gender Neutral and SFW

CW: angst, burnout, arguments, swearing, guilt, break up, bad mental health.

“I really don’t know what you want from me! I thought you’d be happy to see me after, I don’t know? Nearly a year? But no, I’m the bad guy as always!”

“You think that you’re the only one this tour has taken a toll on? I haven’t been in the comfort of my own home in a year. I haven’t seen my friends or family in a YEAR! You can’t always expect to be my top priority!”

“Obviously. You know, every tour you do the more of a self-centered asshole you become. Just because your band is ‘making it big’ doesn’t mean you have to treat the people in your life like shit, Thom! It isn’t just me. Ed literally has told me numerous stories from when you got too drunk to even perform! You promised.”

“Oh enough of that promise bullshit Y/N! I’m sick of it!”

“Well, that shows how much you fucking cared about it, huh? Shows what a promise means to you? You’re pathetic. The amount of love and support I have poured into you since fucking college and one hit song throws every promise and hope for our future away.”

“Oh fuck off.”

I let out a dry laugh and walked to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could shove into it.

“What are you doing now?”

“Fucking off. I’m done, Thom. Absolutely done.”

“Yeah sure. You won’t last more than two days Y/N, and you know it. We’ve been through this before.”

I stormed towards him, his back colliding with the wall. I looked into his eyes, trying to look for any sign of remorse in his cold, blue orbs.

“Not this time Thom. I’m tired of crawling back to you with hopes that things will be how they used to again. I am tired of endlessly longing for you to return the love I give to you. You’ve changed and if this is you now? I want no part of it.”

He scoffed and looked away from me.

“Anything to say? Or are you too good for that, Mr. Big Rockstar?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I scoffed and grabbed my stuff. I stormed out onto the snowy streets. It was freezing but I didn’t dare look back. It felt like I had been walking for hours before I found a phone booth. I put the change in the slot and dialed the only number I could remember through my rage.

“Hey, Eddie? It’s Y/N..”

“What happened this time?”

“Well, what usually happens when he gets home I suppose. Are you busy?”

“Need somewhere to stay?”

“Ye-ah.” My voice cracked as tears swelled my eyes.

“Where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can?”

---

It had been nearly two months since we broke up and not a word was spoken between us. Ed had generously let me rent out the spare room in his house until I got my shit together, which did not seem to be happening. All I could seem to do was cry, work, and sleep. Eddie was wonderful and tried to help when he could, but he tended to keep his distance. At some point, I knew Thom would end up stumbling into the house, however, I did not expect to hear his voice breaking downstairs as he talked to Ed.

Thom’s POV

“Ed, it’s driving me mad! Do you know where they are, have you heard from them, anything?”

“If they wanted you to know where they were, they would’ve contacted you. I can’t really help you, man.”

“I just. I can’t do this anymore. I need them, so badly. You don’t fucking understand.” I crumbled to the ground in tears. “It’s my fault. Every time they leave it’s my fault and- and I just expect them to come back. What happened to me, Eddie? What... happened?”

“Thom. You’re the only person who’s gonna be able to fix this and you know it. I’m not helping you anymore. We’ve been through this too many times. I’m not a fucking couples counselor!” He grabbed his hair in frustration.

“You… You too? You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re giving up on me too?”

“You know what, Thom? That’s your problem. You can’t take any fucking responsibility for anything, can you? It’s always somebody else’s fault with you!”

I couldn’t even form a response. My thoughts spiraled rapidly as I tried to figure out where everything went to shit.

“I-I’m so-rry. I don’t know what to do, a-and I don’t mean to throw it all on you, Eddie, you… You’re just always so good with this stuff and you know them so well and- and- and..”

“Thom,” He held his head in his hand, “take a breath. There’s no need for all the blubbering.”

“But-”

“Just shut up for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.”

He marched up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later he came back down. Followed by Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

His face was tear-stained and puffy. He was in a pile on the floor looking as hopeless as an abandoned puppy.

“Y/N..”

I felt my jaw clench as I looked at him. I wanted to slap him and yell at him for everything he put me through, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of him, arm reaching out to cup his face in my hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks once again as he rested in my palm. He turned to kiss my fingertips.

“I’m sorry Y/N… I took you for granted. I thought you would always come back, and this time you didn’t, and my ego left with you. I need you, I need you so badly love. I can’t do this without you. Please I will do anything to have you back… Please.” He was barely speaking and as he whispered he looked me in the eyes for the first time in years.

“I... I can’t, Thom.”

His posture snapped to attention and I watched his heart shatter again.

“Why not..?”

“You hurt me.”

Tears of my own now mimicked his.

“Please.”

“Thom, stop.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I love you, and if you ever loved me then you would come back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare with that bullshit Thomas.”

I stood and walked away, but he followed.

“Love doesn’t go away Y/N, you told me that yourself. If you loved me you wouldn’t walk away like this. You’re really willing to throw everything away like that?”

“Stop. Thom, I- I can’t do this, just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“And I’m not leaving with you.”

He approached me and gently grabbed my hands, giving me the same damn look he did every time he wanted to get his way.

“No, Thom. Stop. Please.”

“One more chance, that’s all I ask. If I fuck it up again I promise you will never hear from me again. I’ll take you on the next tour, I’ll let you get a puppy like you’ve always wanted. Literally, anything you want is yours. You don’t ever have to work again. Just, please?”

“You still don’t get it. I don’t want material things or money. I don’t, well I do want a puppy,” We chuckled, “But that’s not why I left. All I want is your love, some of your time and attention. I want to feel safe with you. I want to feel at home. I don’t feel like that with you anymore. The only feelings that run through me when I look at you are sadness and insecurity. You make me feel like a child being scolded by their mother. I just can’t live like that again.”

“I promise that I will fix what needs to be fixed and will do anything I can to make you feel safe again, just trust me.”

“We both know promises aren’t your thing.”

“I’ll keep this one.”

“I can’t believe that, Thom.”

“I’ll let Ed take over the band if I break this promise and I will never perform with Radiohead again.”

“Oh, shove off you lunatic! I’m not worth that. Your fans would have my head.”

“I’m serious.”

“You make everything so hard on me.”

“Jesus, Y/N would you please just say yes? All you have done the past two months aside from work is cry and sleep. I can barely get you to eat. Just get it over with. If he fucks you over again I will personally skin him alive, just, get it over with you two!”

Thom looked at me hopefully. I sighed.

“Fine.”

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

He planted kisses all over my face and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Jesus, Thom, you smell! When was your last shower?”

“I... I have no clue,” He scratched his neck and looked at the ground.

“I mean, you are rank! You smell like a secondary boys locker room after P.E.”

“Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, so it’s okay that I suffer in your stench then?”

��Well, we’ve shared a tour bus, I figure that you’re used to it by now.”

“Well, by that logic, if Y/N is coming on tour with us, they better get used to it too, because you’ve smelled worse after a show.”

“Lovely.”

He laughed and engulfed me in a hug again. I gave in and dug my face into his neck, letting him rock us side to side.

“Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

“If anyone needs to get home it’s you so you can shower!”

“We can shower together if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, if you could leave the dirty talk for the car ride home it would be appreciated.”

We laughed once again.

“I’ll go pack,” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking up the stairs.

“I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too Thom.”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

DAWG THIS IS PROBABLY SO LATE BUT YOUR VOICE MAKES ME SO FUCKIN GAYYYYYY MADE MY HEART MELT AND SHIT WITH THE “HI, SWEETHEART” IM EATING THE DRY WALL RN—

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