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somethingnonviolent‌:

This was Brie Harlow, from what he gathered (solely based of the words of Rhys) the girl had trouble following where ever she went. One had to wonder if it was just poor luck, or her fantastic taste in men, as the current one was nothing but an overzealous child, playing a dark,twisted game. James said nothing about it, he was sure the girl had no doubt heard it all before. It was ultimately, her decision to leave. 

“Thea is a smart woman, she chose you for a reason. Rhys on the other hand, not so much, but he means well.” He’d be lying, if he didn’t think that Rhys’ decision in naming him the Godfather of Alice was a plot to keep James around. It certainly worked in making his traveling shorter and his visits more frequent.  He’ll never admit it out loud, mostly to keep from enlarging Rhys’ ego even more, or worst, but he gave the man credit in James demeanor. He was still the same anti-social orphan, but he was more now. Reminded there was more to life than to wallow in guilt over a past love. “I haven’t a real clue as to why they, or he rather, chose me. Though my protests usually fall on deaf ears. Rhys is rather persistent when it comes to certain things, most things, so there’s no worry on them not sticking to the date, just that the man doesn’t faint on the poor girl, yeah?” James slide Alice to the side, making room for his new acquaintance, while also taking small bits of grass that she managed to tear out. “I’d say it’s more of a pleasure to meet you, than for you me. I’m rather terrible company.”

James was looking at her the way far too many people in this town looked at her after learning her name. Her reputation as the town idiot and/or drama queen seemed to proceed her even after being away for more than a year. She shrugged it off, she was happy, that was all that mattered. 

“I don’t know if Thea really made a smart choice, I’m basically terrified of kids and don’t really like them too much... no offence, Alice.” She looked down at the little baby girl with an almost smile. “She seems pretty great though, but I’ve never taken her out for a day at the park so you’re already better at this than me.” She smirked, when she looked down Cheddar was already asleep in the grass, tummy pointed up at the sun. “As for Rhys, well, he’s got spoiled only child syndrome, he doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. True, their giant wedding will be here before we know it. I’m a little excited, I’ve never been to Scotland.” 

She smiled at James, and sat down in the space he’d made for her. “You don’t seem too bad to me. Cheddar seems pretty comfortable around you, and dogs have good instincts about these things. What’s your pup’s name?” 

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James was quick to guard Alice from the intruding dog. Though it appeared friendly, there was no way of really telling, but that wasn’t the main reason. He hadn’t wanted Alice to fall over from the dog’s exploration of their picnic. Aslan, the guard dog (or lack of), had only lifted his head from to check on the slightly commotion, only to return it back to its resting position as there was seemingly no threat around. 

“No, It’s okay.” There was no annoyance in James’ tone, as he felt none. Sides’, he was a bit more concerned with the sudden change in demeanor from the girl. She knew Alice, lessened the threat she posed, yet it didn’t out right rule it out. It was her was the girl’s accusing, yet concerned tone in her question that sealed the deal. “I’m a friend of their’s, his really, and against his better judgement, her god-father.” He left out the fact that he had felt unworthy of a position. “I am to assume you are a friend, probably of Thea’s, as I’m sure Rhys has mentioned me at least more than once at social gathering. Regardless, I’m James.” 

James wasn’t how Brie had pictured him, in appearance sure he matched up but he wasn’t as shy or as anti-social as she’d expected, though clearly if he was having a picnic with a baby and dog in the park on a sunny afternoon, all her assumptions were wrong. Given that he was a friend from Rhys’ past, she’d figured certain things about James, especially since the few other people she’d met who knew Rhys way back when had hardly been good people. But James seemed like a softy. 

“You’re the godfather?” She repeated excitedly, officially moving optimistic skepticism to straight up trust. It worked for Cheddar after all. “I’m the godmother, well, unofficial, and I’m hoping Thea will still change her mind. I think they’re waiting until after the wedding anyways, which who knows if they’ll actually manage to stick to a date.” She chuckled, “I’m Brie, it’s nice to finally meet you James.” 

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It was one of the many rare days in Florida, where the normally scorching heat was traded for a cool one. Freezing, anyone not used to cold temperatures would claim. But the cool day was not the only reason, but James’ presences in Florida also. After a few months of travelling, he decided to visit old friends, or rather friend. He was unsure what to consider Thea. He had no ill thoughts towards her, in fact he was glad that Rhys had found such a person. Though their relationship did little to halt the non-stop phone calls, and texts to his phone from said friend. But he guessed it was better than nothing.  

Course, upon his arrival, James was quick to notice the slight bags under his friends’ eyes, and decided to give the tired parents a break (and spend time with his god-daughter). Now the pair (or trio, if one would consider the sleeping Aslan nearby) , sat quietly on a plaid red blanket, having what some would call a picnic. James watched the one-year old intently, slowly eating his own fruits they had picked out at the store, in case she choked.  

Cheddar had gained weight and Brie blamed Cal. Sure she’d been gone... much, much longer than intended, and Cal had kept the dog alive and taken care of him very well, but no things would be getting back to normal, which meant no more human food for her puppy and walks in the park twice a day. Cheddar certainly had seemed to miss her, but didn’t yet seemed thrilled about all the walking. When he saw a nice looking pit bull on a comfy blanket, he bolted over and padded around, sniffing everything, before lying down next to the pup, falling asleep almost instantly, or perhaps playing dead to avoid walking. 

“Sorry about him, I-” She looked down at the man, and the baby who she knew very well, “Alice?” She asked, knowing the little girl wouldn’t respond. She smiled, “How do you know Rhys and Thea?” She was momentarily concerned about the stranger carrying around her goddaughter, but he looked kind, and Cheddar, who had a good sense about people, didn’t seem disturbed by the stranger. 

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notyoursford:

No words left Thomas, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. It had been so long since the last they saw each other, since the last he touch her. It felt like a dream, if he were to be honest. If he was dreaming, he hopes to never wake up. “I wanted to surprise you, my love,” he said, leaning into her hand. “You looked beautiful up there, as you do now.”

He didn’t know how she did it. Covered in sweat, with her hair a mess, and she was still the most gorgeous creature. It was honestly unfair, and it took ever bit of self-control not to press her against the wall. There be time for that later. Thomas took the hand on his cheek in his, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “I’m sure you are tired and wish to change, but perhaps after you would like to go somewhere?”

Her body was tired, worn out from performing, and she did want to shower and change and eat, but the sight of him had woken up another part of her, and any thought of tiredness was in the back of her mind. She blushed, a constant uncontrollable impulse, when he called her beautiful. “You saw the show?” She asked, eyes lighting up. A mix of pride and embarrassment taking over. 

She took his hand and dragged him inside, “Yeah, I had just planned to go out and get some food with the guys, but if you’re here, that’s of course going to change. I assume you’ll want me all to yourself?” She said with a chuckle, her hands went to work, packing up her things, though her mind was dizzy with just the idea of him being here in front of her. “What made you come out now? Is everything okay?”

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notyoursford:

Breathtaking, was the only though that came to mind as which his own personal goddess perform on stage. She had no idea that he was here. The last text between them were merely words or encouragement, and vows of their love for each other. It pained him that she was away from him, but he knew how much music meant to her, and he would never take that away from her. If he could give her the sun and stars, he would. He would bring the heavens down, and travel galaxies for her. He loved and will always love her. 

He wait patiently in the back, watching the crowd go wild and sing along to the band. He was so proud of her. The show ended and Thomas found himself slowly pushing throw crowds of people, either in attempts to meet the band or get out. 

It took fifteen minutes to finally reach the back, and another fifteen to convince the bouncer to let him in the back. Probably longer had Nyx not walked by in that moment. And now he found him standing in front a closed door. Why was he nervous? Reaching up, he lightly knocked before stepping back. 

Matt missed his wife and his kids. Geoff missed his girlfriend and George and Ray had side projects and other bands they helped in their spare time. Wade was working on a solo Jazz album in his spare time. Gus’ life was the band, but he missed Memphis too. They’d all heard ten thousand stories about Florida, about Thea and Rhys, Cal and Cheddar, the Ragnatela, and of course, Thomas. She had to stop herself from talking about him too much. 

They all missed home in one way or another, but one night after a show while crammed together in their too small tour van, they agreed that they felt bad for being homesick when they’d wished for this exact experience to happen for so long. To play for actual fans, in a venue, and get paid. Thinking those words still felt surreal. For Brie, it still felt like she was just a tag along, but her boys loved her and insisted the band was as much hers as anyone of theirs. But working out of the casino and scrambling, and often failing, to find paying gigs on the weekends, still felt all too familiar. Gus liked to remind her, and them all, that this was just the beginning. 

Freshly off stage, retreating to a dressing room passing people begging for autographs and pictures (She’d obliged of course), it was hard to imagine it getting better than this. But Gus had always been a man with a plan, so if anyone would get them there, it would be him. When she got to her room, she collapsed on the bed with a content sigh, only to hear a knock on her door a moment later. Gus did love to immediately start going over the pros and cons of the nights show. He never stopped working. 

She opened the door with a hand in her curls, ready to protest that Gus’ post-show play-by-play could at least wait till the hotel. But it wasn’t him, she knew from the smell that wafted over her as she opened the door. He smelled like home, like the man she’d woken up next to so many times, but still not enough. “Thomas?” She said, almost like a question, as her brain tried to catch up to her senses. He was there right in front of her, causing her to smile wider than she had in months. She wrapped her arms around his neck, shouting his name excitedly as her feet practically lifted off the ground. “I can’t believe you’re here.” She cooed in his ear. She kissed whatever area of skin she could find, keeping her hands on him as she pulled away from the hug, struggling to decide whether she wanted to see him or hold him more. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek, taking him in while knowing she must’ve looked a sweaty mess.

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richtorres:

Rich nodded, processing Brie’s words. “Nah, that doesn’t make you a bad friend. Like, yeah, it’s nice that you’re here to see your friend’s baby, but you need to live your own life, if I’m making sense. Especially if it’s something as exciting as being on tour.” He told her, for once his words not accidentally turning into a threat of some kind. At her next question, he almost laughed. “No. Well, I don’t know. I don’t think Daisy wants kids so it’s unlikely. If she did, they definitely wouldn’t be here any time soon. How about you, huh?”

She smiled at Rich’s words, knowing he was incapable of being anything but genuine. God, if they could be friends that would be great, and a true accomplishment given how they’d started out. She blushed at the thought. “I mean, you never know until you ask, though. Right? And if it’s something you want, you gotta at least try to figure it out. Though, no rush. Jesus, the last thing this apartment building needs is a billion little babies running around. Things are already crazy enough here.” Brie laughed out loud at his suggestion, “Me and babies? Um, I’m currently trying to raise five unruly musicians and a dog that I had all but abandoned but who will now be joining me on the road. Safe to say I’m gonna be a bit busy, and hopefully that business will stick around for another two or three decades cuz the last thing i wanna be is a one hit wonder.” She smiled, “Jeez, listening to me ramblin, um but no safe to say no kids for me. Like, ever. Nothing about my genetics needs to be carried on after I’m gone anyway.” She laughed, though soon realized how deeply, and vehemently she’d gone into the subject. “Jesus, I do seem to have a knack for just spewing out all my little insecurities at you, don’t I?”  

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richtorres:

“Fair enough,” Rich hugged, letting Brie hug him and gently wrapping his arms around her. It felt cathartic in a way. After a year, he and Brie finally made amends. Could you even call it amends? Who knows, it wasn’t that important. “Good!” Rich expressed, genuinely. He witnessed first hand how in love Brie was with that guy, he was happy for her. At the mention of a ‘lady friend’, Rich felt a smile spread on his face and nodded his head. “Yeah, I do.” He told her proudly. “Her names Daisy, and we’re pretty damn happy.” He loved to parade his relationship with Daisy, and he’d shout it from the rooftops if he knew how to get up there. “Oh, that’s cool! You missing the road?”

“You look happy,” She said, smiling genuinely. “I’m really, really happy for you.” She sighed, “Yeah, I’m happy for Thea and Rhys and the baby and all but I kinda just wanna get back on the road? Oh, that makes me a terrible friend, but I just want to be out there, this place feels like a cage to me now. But still, your friend only has her first baby once, so I had to be here.” She diverted quickly, “What about you though? Are there little babies in your future too, hmm? For you and Daisy?” 

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notyoursford:

“Love, I’m not saying I’m not going to try. For you and the fact that I really just want to hold the baby. But if she isn’t willing, I’m not going to push. Don’t want to make it worst than it already is.”

Brie sighed, “Well, if you make an effort so will she, so you’re going to go give her the gift yourself. End of discussion.” 

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notyoursford:

“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed off, his face pulling into a fake pout as he placed his hands on her hip. “Of course, though, I’m not quite sure Thea will accept it. You’ll probably have to give it to her for me. The whole bad blood thing is still there.”

She didn’t kiss him, instead, pulled away slightly, “Well, why don’t you see this as an opportunity to mend that broken bridge between you and my very best friend?” Hmm?” 

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richtorres:

“I have no clue. I’ve never been in a situation this awkward before.” He couldn’t help but laugh now. At least it was lightening the mood a little. “Did you work things out with the guy, though?” He asked, hoping she knew who he was referring to. He really wasn’t sure he could say ‘the guy we stopped having sex over’ without feeling like curling over and dying. “I’m great actually, thanks.” And he really was, thanks to Daisy. “How come you’re only here for a while?”

“Okay, I’m super southern, so ground rules are you hug unless there’s a restraining order, and we’re far from that situation, so I’m gonna hug you.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, ignoring the slight awkwardness of it. At the mention of Thomas, she felt like there was a kind of restraining order though, surely this would not plead him. Though, surely she didn’t care? “Yes, it worked out. I take it you have a lady friend of your own? As much as I hate the Landlord, he’s decently good for gossip. And I’m good, I’m technically on tour right now, but I’m hoping to stay here for a week, or two at most.” 

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theakarlsson:

“You were always the brains in this friendship.” Thea grinned, hugging her friend back tightly. “We can have Alice sometime though, right? She’s a really cute baby.” She assured her. “As much as I miss alcohol, I miss sleep so much more. Because if I really wanted to, I could pour myself a drink right now. If I wanted to sleep, it’d be five minutes before I needed to get up and do something. I wish I appreciated it a lot more before I got pregnant. Maybe I wouldn’t be so tired.” She sighed. “Enough about me though, how is the tour? Were people okay with it being on hold for a week? Where are your band? I feel like I should meet them. I’d bake for them but I don’t have the time and well, you’re the best baker here so…Want to bake some cookies for them and say they’re from me?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, Alice can come visit. But you know, sometimes I want you all to myself. You, me and like four bottles of wine... each! When can you drink again?” Brie rolled her eyes but smiled all the same, glad to have her friend back by her side, even if there was a little addition now. “Alright, we’ll make sure you get your sleep. Then we... I’m never getting you back am I? Your Alice’s forever now.” She chuckled. “The band is good, I really love touring, as much as I miss being home I kinda don’t ever want it to stop... that’s selfish though right? And like it’s nice having the guys there with me. You can meet them, they’re all giant nerds so they’ll all worship the ground you walk on.” 

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notyoursford:

“You didn’t have to do all that for little ol’ me. Our skype dates are just fine, but new fav? Who was your old fav? If not me?”

“You know I meant Alice. And my old fave was Thea, if you wanna make it into the favourites list you should do like I ask and buy the baby and Rhys and Thea a gift.” She asked, straightening out his collar before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Did you remember? Cuz if you remembered you get a kiss.” 

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theakarlsson:

“I’d offer for you to stay in my apartment but it’s no better.” Thea assured her. “I have my parents and Rhys’ parents in the spare rooms, and my sisters sleeping on our sofas.” She told her, rolling her eyes at the situation. “You could always sleep in between Rhys and I, but then you’d have to deal with a crying baby waking you up every few hours.” The thought had Thea rubbing her eyes. “God, I missed you. It’s so nice to see someone I’m not related to.”

“Here, let’s just stick your relatives and my bandmates all in your apartment, lock the door and it’ll be survival of the fittest, You come live in my place and Thomas and Rhys can be in charge of Alice while we get some much needed rest.” She said, quickly wrapping her arms around her best friend and pulling her into a hug, “I missed you too. Almost as much as I’m sure you still miss alcohol.” 

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richtorres:

“Me?!” Rich quipped, regretting it immediately. Now wasn’t the time to make these sort of jokes with the person you sort of had sex with and hadn’t spoke to in a year. “That was…bad. I’m sorry.” He said, dropping his head as he felt his cheeks go red. “If it’s an consolation, you look pretty great?” He told her, once again wondering why he was ever allowed to speak. “God, I’ve never been a good talker. Ignore all that. Hey, how are you?”

Brie laughed, partially to relieve the awkward tension but also because his uncertainty was shared by her and it made her laugh. “You don’t have to apologize. And thanks, Rich, you look pretty great too. Happy. So do we um, hug when we see each or...? A handshake feels super formal.” She smiled awkwardly. “I’m good, I’m just back in town for a while cuz my friend Thea had a baby. How’re you doing?” 

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“I had to call a break in the tour for a week so while I’m here my apartment is overstuffed with smelly blokes eating all my peanut butter and rifling through my things. My hair is seriously frizzy and I can’t do any laundry because again, my house is full of annoying musicians. Also my dog is now fat and insane thanks to Callum, but I had to come home to see my new favourite person in the world.” 

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text: thea & brie

Thea: Hey lovely, hows the tour going?

Brie: Hey!! It's going good :D A little stressful, but good :)

Brie: How's growing my new favourite tiny human going?

Brie: When's your exact due date, by the way? If I'm not there I expect you to stuff her back in and recreate the whole thing for me.