#someone PLEASE talk to me about the last of us I need someone to talk about it with

[lucy90712]

Not enough- Jude Bellingham

Dating a footballer is fun until he becomes incredibly successful and all of a sudden there are rumours left and right of him dating someone that isn't you. That's what my life is like Jude and I got together 3 years ago now when we were 17 and have been together since but we never made our relationship public because until the summer we were still long distance and didn't want the extra pressure. Having our relationship private has been so nice as it has meant when we do see each other we get to just enjoy being together but it also means we have to deal with rumours of who Jude might be dating. Those rumours never really got to me while Jude was at dortmund but since he's moved to Madrid things have just got so much more intense it seems that every few weeks there is a million new articles and tweets. 

Having to read all of this and seeing how pretty all the girls has really started to get to me. All the girls Jude is rumoured to be with are either models or just incredibly pretty which makes me feel awful about myself. All these girls have made a name for themselves in some way yet here I am with my job in a cafe while I try and find a job in the area that I studied. Jude likes to tell me that he doesn't care what I do for a living or how much I make but I can't help but feel guilty when I can't contribute much to the house or get him expensive things like he does for me. I'm also definitely no model I'm definitely not as pretty or as skinny as a model which I used to be ok with but now I don't feel so confident in myself. The other wags are also so pretty I definitely don't fit in with them either which makes me feel even worse about myself. 

Jude doesn't seem to have any clue that this is all going on he wakes up goes to training then hangs out with the boys leaving me until late at night so he doesn't see all the rumours or how they affect me. He's not here for the time I spend scrolling through social media or looking in the mirror judging everything about myself. Even when Jude is home he always seems to have something else on his mind so he never really gives me compliments anymore. I'd like to think that he still loves me but at this point I'm really not sure I mean he's young and he's attractive why would he want to be tied down with someone like me he can do so much better. I simply don't think I'm enough for him. 

A few days ago Jude went out to celebrate a big win for the team while I stayed at home but the next morning all I could see was rumours that Jude was flirting with multiple girls all night letting them dance with him and since I haven't really spoken to him. I spent all of last night laying awake thinking about everything and I decided that I just think I need to break up with Jude so then he's free to do all the things everyone thinks he's doing anyway. It's hard to decide to end a relationship especially one that has been going on for so long and one you are so fond of but I don't see any other way forward. This is why I've been so distant with Jude because in my head if I didn't talk to him that would make all of this easier. 

As always Jude left for training just as I got up for work but by the time I got back he was home which only happened the first few weeks I arrived so it was strange to see him here. Like always I headed upstairs to shower and change and when I came back out the bathroom Jude was sat on the bed waiting for me. I still didn't say anything to him because I'm trying to stay strong until I find the right time to tell Jude how I feel. 

"Babe are you ok you've barely spoken to me the last few days" he said 

"Yeah I'm fine just been busy had a lot on my mind that's all" I replied 

"Please don't lie to me I know there's something more going on I see the way you look all the time I just couldn't figure out what was wrong and now I give up so please tell me what's going on" he begged 

"I didn't want to say this yet because I'm still figuring things out but I think we should break up I just can't do this anymore" I said 

"Please no baby no I can't live without you whatever I've done I can fix it and I'm sorry just please don't break up with me" he said 

"It's nothing you've done it's just me" I said 

"Then what is it please tell me if you really want to do this at least tell me why" he said 

"I'm just not good enough for you every day there is new rumours of you being with someone else and all of them are prettier and have more going for them than I do and you deserve to be with one of them or to just be free to do what you want" I explained 

"But I want you that's what I want I don't want any of these girls nor is there anything going on with any other girl incase that's what you're thinking I like that you live a more normal life you keep me grounded and I think you are the prettiest girl in the world" Jude replied 

"Then why are you never home and why do you never compliment me anymore?" I asked 

"I-I'm sorry babe you're right I haven't been home much but I will change that I will come home after training and I will invite you to more things and believe me I could sit here for hours and compliment you and I'll do that if I need to" he said 

Jude did exactly what he said he started listing all the things he loves about me while giving me kisses. It felt so good to have his attention again it felt like we were back to how we were before I came to Madrid. After he complimented every single part of me he asked if I'd like to go out on a date like a proper date outside where people could see us and I didn't hesitate to say yes. Even if people see us who cares it's about time that we went public with our relationship then the rumours can be true for once. We have talked about going public a few times but now feels like the right time just so we can stop the media getting too far out of control 

I got all dressed up in a pretty dress and my makeup and hair all done for once I actually felt really pretty. When Jude walked in he had a white shirt and some black trousers on which he looked so good in. He stopped as soon as he saw me and I think his jaw actually hit the floor which made me blush and that was before he started complimenting me. The entire drive Jude didn't stop telling me how beautiful I looked which honestly made me feel so good about myself. 

At the restaurant there was people taking pictures of us walking in which Jude tried to protect me from a bit but we wanted to be seen together. It was weird being in front of so many cameras as I've spent years trying to avoid all of this but now I'm happily letting them all take pictures and stare at me trying to work out who I am so they can get their exclusive headline. The people in the restaurant were lovely though they showed us to our table then left us alone as much as possible which was nice as we were able to have a proper date night together. As we finished dessert Jude showed me all the pictures all over Instagram and Twitter then he showed me a post he had drafted to tell everyone about our relationship and put an end to everything. He had a beautiful caption written which nearly made me cry and all the pictures he had I hadn't seen before as they were ones he took secretly but they were all so cute. He let me click post so that it was my decision to go public then he took my phone and turned it off so we could enjoy the rest of our evening together without having to see what everyone has to say.

[mcflymemes]

BULLET TRAIN (2022) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

if you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face.

would you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?

well, you also have a shoot-able face.

you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.

thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

you are getting the new and improved me.

i'm less reactive to situations, i'm more accepting of people's shortcomings.

you put peace out in the world, you get peace back.

i'm not even trying to kill people and someone dies.

i could live here. i like the atmosphere, the people are considerate.

i know i'm being judgmental. i need to work on that.

this train is bound for kyoto.

i'm gonna assume you didn't take the gun?

you know, i'm thinking of starting my own agency.

what am i snatching and/or grabbing?

shit, i think i dropped my ticket.

you're bleeding.

who the fuck did i kill?

i think they'll notice the childish code names first.

when was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?

there's always a catch.

you idiots work for my father?

you ever watch thomas the tank engine? everything i learned about people i learned from thomas.

i want to strangle you now.

why do you always bring swords?

that wasn't our fault.

hey, listen, i'm just gonna get off at the next stop.

where's the briefcase?

he doesn't need a reason to kill people like you.

you're going to want to hear the whole story, or you'll be very, very sorry.

why do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?

no one really knows the truth.

we are... fucked.

find me the son of a bitch who did this.

can we just take a time out here? talk this out?

why does that sound so familiar?

the guy who stabbed me. i spilled wine on his suit.

one of them is walking towards me right now.

why are we whispering?

your orders were to stay on the train.

can i please do my job now?

shove that fucking hat up your fucking asshole.

there's a gun underneath this table pointed right at you.

i'm just fucking with you.

real quick... every day is a fucking headache with you, innit?

you're alive, i'm alive, everyone's happy.

i just want to get off this train, go see a zen garden and some shit, you know?

there's another body here.

this guy's like criss fucking angel. he pops up everywhere.

unlike you, i'm a professional.

you shoot first and come up with the answers later.

are you hiding in a bathroom?

i knew my luck would rub off on you.

you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?

for what it's worth, you seem like a right fucking asshole and i'm glad you're gonna fucking die with me.

you proved you're smarter than everyone.

am i dreaming?

i don't know how to use a gun.

i'm glad you enjoyed the performance.

i'm mansplaining. i'm mansplaining again.

you want a blanket? you want me to hold your hand?

you have been lying to me, my friend.

i never forget a face.

i'm so happy to see you. please help me.

make sure you do something that brings you peace, 'cause everything else is a pain in the ass.

fate for me is just another word for bad luck.

why are you motherfuckers using metaphors?

i'm gonna buy us some time.

i built myself up from the nothing you gave me.

i came here to kill you.

oh shit. something's happening.

i'm sorry i shot you twice.

we're almost there. you just need to get up.

what's happening to your face? are you crying?

[cameronspecial]

I was recently rewatching OBX S3 and realized we never saw Rafe’s reaction to Ward dying. So my request for you is to write a Rafe x reader where the reader was there when Ward died and had to tell him. They already had a sort of close relationship. Childhood friends/friend’s brother type idk. Anyway, thanks <3

Dead Dad Club

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Dead Dads

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

Masterlist

Y/N couldn’t believe it happened. She never thought that when her best friend, the Pogues and she went to South America, she would watch her best friend and ex-boyfriend’s father die to protect them. However, that’s how she finds herself in front of Tannyhill, which now, belongs to Rafe because of the un-fake version of Ward’s death. She should be the one to tell him; she has to be the one to tell him. Because after everything he has done, she is the only one (other than Wheezie, who even though she loves him, favours Sarah) who holds any love for him. She knows he beat up Shrieff Peterkin and hurt Sarah, but she can still see the Rafe she used to love and she knows he still loves her. He made it clear when he did everything to protect her during her and the Pogues' escape from the cargo ship. 

Her knock sounds hollow as her heartbeat blasts in her ear. She sees his figure through the glass door. She’ll never get used to his shaved head. His mouth puckers at the sight of her and he shifts to the side to see behind her. “When did you get back? Is my dad with you?” She grimaces, “That’s what I came here to talk to you about. Let’s  go to the living room.” He nods, holding her by the fingertips as he leads her to the couch. They sit and turn to face each other. Their knees graze. She bites her lower lip to keep her tears in. He needs her to be strong right now. “Pumpkin, where is my dad?” She lets out a breath and the words spill out of her. “Your dad died in Venezuela. He ran towards a man trying to shoot Sarah and fell off a cliff.” Rafe freezes and his face whitens. The room grows quiet. “No,” he whispers. “No. No. No.” His voice begins to rise and he stands up to pass around the room. He whips toward her with a finger pointed at her and tears streaming down his face. “YOU ARE LYING. HE ISN’T DEAD. WHY ARE YOU LYING?” The sight of him breaks the dam holding back her own tears.

She cries, “I’m not, Baby, I’m not. I’m so sorry, but I saw his body with my own eyes. He goes through the first two stages of grief and goes right into bargaining. “If I had been there, I could’ve saved him. I should’ve taken him. I should’ve been there. God, please, I’ll do anything for this to be a lie.” He breaks down right before her and she rushes as he collapses into her arms. She drops to the floor with him, resting his head on her chest. “I know. I’m sorry, Baby. I wish I could say that I am lying,” she whispers to him, kissing his temple. His breathing begins to even out as he starts to remember the last time they talked before he dropped his dad off at the private jet. He wouldn’t leave the cross for her and he pointed a gun at her friends. 

“Why are you here? Why are you the one telling me this?” he questions. He looks up at her and she smooths down the hair at his nape. She kisses his forehead, “You were there for me when my dad died, so it’s my turn to be there for you. Plus, you deserve to have someone who loves you around right now.” He shows his gratitude by dropping his head into her chest and kissing the spot between her collarbones. For the rest of the afternoon, they helped each other grieve.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[heartateasee]

“Chapter Four”

Word Count: 6.9k

(Chapter four to “Cherry Bomb” - please make sure to read the TW on the “Cherry Bomb” masterlist before proceeding.)

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Giving myself one more small spray of hair spray, I run my fingers through my hair, and tease it a little bit before sucking in a deep breath. Tonight, I was going on a date. It would be my first date since moving back home, and I don’t remember the last time I was nervous for anything other than a gig. I spritz myself with a bit of perfume as I check my phone on my vanity, and I see my Uber is only a few minutes away.

Hudson, my date, had offered to come and pick me up when we were texting earlier today, but I declined. I’m someone who definitely doesn’t feel comfortable with someone knowing where I live on the first date, so I either drive myself, or Uber - if I know that drinking is going to be involved.

I grab my purse from my nightstand and head towards my door, locking up my house before heading into the driveway to get into my car.

Hudson and I met late last week when I was in the local music store when I realized that the original microphone I had in my home studio wasn’t going to cut it. The sound wasn’t clear at all, and I knew that I needed something that was going to record way better than what I had. As I was looking over my different options, I could see that Hudson was also looking at some - two different microphones in his hands.

“I should probably know all this shit given I’ve been in studios so much, but I don’t,” I laughed softly as I looked over at him. “Do you have any suggestions as to what works best in a home studio?”

I figured he would have some insight since he really seemed to be contemplating the two mics he had in his hands. Once he looked over at me, that’s when I noticed just how attractive he was, and then he sent me a charming smile as he moved a bit closer to me.

He walked me through which microphone he thought would suit best for what I needed and why. After I made my decision, we ended up talking a little bit more, and he was interested in what I was doing music wise. He didn’t know who I was, which is something that never bothers me, but it was kind of nice to talk about my newest album without anyone having any idea about what my previous stuff has sounded like.

After that we ended up exchanging numbers since we felt we clicked pretty well, and we’ve been texting everyday ever since. It wasn’t until yesterday that he asked me about grabbing drinks together tonight at a bar he frequents, and I agreed. He seemed really genuine, and nothing thus far had given me any red flags. I had told Kailey at the club a couple of weeks ago that I wasn’t interested in hooking up. I wanted to try and find a relationship, and I made those expectations clear to Hudson a couple days into us texting.

He was on the same page as me which ended up being a big relief.

Speaking of the club a couple of weeks ago, I haven’t seen Harry or Rylan since. I also haven’t heard from Harry at all. No random phone calls, or angry text messages. It was refreshing, and I honestly found myself forgetting that we were even residing in the same area again most of the time.

I hope that Rylan leaves it be from now on, and she doesn’t try to force us to hang out anymore. I don’t want anything to do with Harry. He clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s best if we just leave things like they were - him ignoring that I existed in his life at one point, and me just having to shove all my memories of him to the back of my mind.

My Uber pulls up to the bar, and I thank the driver before collecting myself and getting out of the car. I walk in, and I see that it’s a bit of a dive bar, but that doesn’t bother me. Local dive bars are sometimes the best places you can find. 

I look around, and I finally spot Hudson at a two top table towards the back of the main area of the bar. Once I reach him, I can understand why he chose this table. It’s a bit more quiet back here, and we won’t have to yell to hear each other over the music or the other patrons.

“Hi,” I smile as I approach him, and he quickly stands up - wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

“Hey,” he runs his hand over my back before we separate, and he pulls my stool back a bit from the table so I can properly sit down. “I haven’t ordered yet. Was waiting to see what you’d like.”

“Oh, thank you,” I say while sitting down, running my hands over my denim thighs. “I’ll just take a Coors Light, please.”

“Okay, sure. Do you want a shot as well?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I nod. “Anything is fine. I’m not picky.”

Hudson reaches forward to give my hip a soft squeeze before he starts off towards the bar, and I let out a deep breath as the sensation it causes in my stomach. Seeing him again, I’m reminded of just how insanely attractive he is. I keep my eyes on him for a moment before I turn to sit properly at the table. I get my phone out quickly to let Kailey know that I’ve arrived safely.

She made me share my location with her earlier tonight just to be safe, and honestly, I’m glad she did that. It was something that I hadn’t even thought of, but now we both have each other's locations, just in case.

I pull up my email on my phone as I wait, and answer an email from Lys regarding the status of my first recording to submit to the label. I respond back to let her know that I was having an equipment issue, my mic specifically, but that I would be able to start recording as soon as possible.

I’m quick to lock my phone back up as Hudson comes back over, and I smile up at him. “Thank you so much.”

I see he has a beer for each of us, passing me mine before setting a shot before the both of us as well. “I got gold tequila, I hope that’s okay.”

“Totally fine,” I nod. “Like I said, I’m not picky.”

We each lift our shot glasses and tap them against each other before Hudson speaks. “To our first date.”

“To our first date,” I repeat with a nod before we down the shots - setting the glasses back down on the table afterwards.

After a moment we start to engage in a true conversation, and it so happens to be one about music.

“So, you’re working on your new album, right?” Hudson asks, to which I nod. “Who would you say are your heaviest influences so far?”

I hum softly as I take a sip of my beer - contemplating my answer. “A mix between older artists and modern artists. I really enjoy Joan Jett, Blondie, Heart, Annie Lennox, Fleetwood Mac and Billy Idol from the past. If we’re talking more modern, Lizzy McAlpine is great, No Doubt, and I also like Ethel Cain. Although, Ethel writes a bit darker than me.”

Hudson nods in response. “I’ve heard of Blondie, Fleetwood Mac and Joan Jett, but I don’t think I’ve heard of any of the others. Maybe if I heard a song or two by them then I’d know.”

Narrowing my eyebrows slightly, I’m a bit shocked that he hasn’t heard of at least Billy Idol or No Doubt the most, but I let it slide. It’s always something I can introduce him to later on.

“Who do you like to listen to?” I ask curiously, raising my eyebrows softly.

“To be honest, I listen to a lot of music, but most of the time I don’t know who I’m listening to,” he shrugs. “I’ll usually just turn on some type of mix playlist that’s already curated for me, and just play that in the background while I’m working or doing chores around the house.”

I purse my lips to the side, not really understanding his take on music, but I leave it be. Maybe we don’t have as much in common as far as music goes - at least not in the way that I was expecting.

“That’s a good way to find new music, I guess,” I smile as I tap my fingertips on the top of the table nervously. I search my brain a bit to figure out what to change the subject to. “I don’t think I’ve asked, but have you always lived in LA?”

Hudson shakes his head, setting his beer back down on the table. “No, I’m originally from Wyoming. I moved here a couple of years ago to pursue art full time. Both making it, and dealing it.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you made your own as well! What’s your go to medium?”

“I like charcoal mostly, but it’s pretty messy,” he chuckles. “I can show you a couple of pieces, if you’d like.”

“Yes, please,” I say, leaning over the table a little bit as he pulls his phone out and begins to scroll through his camera roll.

“This is my most recent,” he states, turning his phone to face me better, and I swallow harshly.

The art in front of me…is not good.

I can tell where his vision is, but it’s definitely not executed in the right way. I know art is subjective, however, I can’t make heads or tails of why he’d choose this way to interpret his vision.

“Oh,” I lick over my bottom lip. “It’s very unique. I don’t think I've ever seen art quite like this.”

Not exactly a lie.

“Thanks, Marlowe,” he smiles, showing me a couple of other pieces before tucking his phone away. “I know you talked about getting art for your home recently, so if you ever want me to make you something, just let me know.

Yeah, that’s not happening.

“Sure! I don’t have too much space on my walls anymore, but if I end up rearranging some stuff, I’ll let you know.”

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Hudson and I have been at the bar for a couple of hours, and honestly, this date wasn’t going at all like I expected. He’s nice enough, that’s for sure, but I’m definitely not feeling a spark like I was hoping based off of our text conversations. At first I thought maybe it was nerves between the two of us, but I feel like if that was the case, they would have faded by now.

“I’m going to go and grab another beer. Do you want one?” I ask as I push myself off my stool.

“Yeah, sure. I’m just going to pop into the restroom real quick.”

I nod at him before heading towards the bar, ordering us another round of beers - putting them on Hudson’s tab as he’s instructed me to do all night. Carefully carrying them back to the table, I sit back down on my stool, my back to the main bar as I push his beer over to his side.

Hudson returns only a few moments later, and we start up another round of small talk which only seems to be dwindling more and more with each conversation we try to engage in.

Soon I hear a loud commotion behind me, the sound of glasses clashing and a stool scraping the ground, and I look over my shoulder to see Harry towering over a shorter guy by the bar.

“Fuck,” I whisper, feeling conflicted on what to do at the moment.

I watch as Harry pulls his long hair back into a bun, and he walks forward so his chest is pressed against the man’s. The last thing I want is for Harry to get in some sort of legal trouble that could come back to bite him for however many years.

“This guy again,” I hear Hudson mumble, and I look over to him with narrowed brows. “The one with the long hair - he’s always fighting. He’s close with one of the main bartenders, and that’s the only reason why they let him back in. He’s also drunk off of his ass most of the time, so I think they pity him. Can’t hardly pay his tab half of the time unless his little blonde girlfriend is with him.”

An unfamiliar feeling lingers in my stomach as I listen to Hudson’s words, and I’m already looking back to Harry.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, quickly getting up, and I feel Hudson’s hand on my arm.

“You’re not going over there, are you?”

“I…I know him,” I tell him, holding his eyes for a moment before I pull away and start making my way over to the bar.

Before I can get there, I see the guy pop Harry in the mouth with his fist two quick times, and I pick up my speed - pushing through the crowd that managed to gather around them. Harry lands another fist to his brow, and I can see now that his mouth is bloody, and his brow is split.

“Harry!” I call out once I make my way past the people, and he looks over to me - his expression showing one of surprise at my presence.

I knew it was highly foolish of me, but I just want this to stop, so I shove my way between the two men so I can press my hands against Harry’s chest. Walking forward, I attempt to push him away from the other guy. “Come on, don’t do this.”

Harry continues to stare at me, his gaze hardened, but I can see something else brewing behind his eyes.

I open my mouth to speak again, but I’m quickly yanked away from him by my shoulders - being flung into a nearby table. Gasping, I grip to the surface to stabilize myself, and I realize it was the guy fighting Harry that shoved me away. When I look back at Harry, I see nothing but anger all over his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry’s voice bellows before he lifts his fist - gripping to the front of the guy’s shirt as he clashes his knuckles against any part of his face that he can connect with. 

“Harry!” I yell out, shaking my head. “Harry, stop!”

Soon two security guards come over, and they separate the two of them before shoving Harry towards the front door, and the other guy towards the back door.

“Both of you get the hell out!”

Afraid of what Harry could do being alone like this, I make my way back to my table to let Hudson know that I need to leave, but I see he’s already left - the receipt for the tab on the table to show that it’s paid. I flip it over and I see that he’s scribbled on there that he had a nice time tonight, but needed to head out.

Rolling my eyes, I know that means we won’t be seeing each other again, and that’s honestly fine with me. I grab my purse before heading towards the front and exiting. I look both ways on the street before I see Harry leaning up against the brick building with a cigarette dangling from his fingers on his bloodied hand, and I slowly walk forward to him.

He looks up from his feet, and I wince when I really take in the damage the guy had done to his face.

Harry pushes himself off the wall to close the gap between us - eyes scanning over me as if he’s checking me for injuries too.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and I think it may be the softest I’ve heard his voice be since being back.

“I’m fine, I’m not worried about me,” I shake my head, going to lift my hand to inspect his face further, but I drop it back down. “You should really get your face cleaned as soon as possible. That gash on your eyebrow looks bad.”

Harry rolls his eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette, swaying a bit. “You shouldn’t have fucking gotten in between us like that, Marlowe. That was stupid.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to look out for you,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest as I shake my head. “I might not like you, but I don’t want to see you get in trouble.”

“Don’t act like you actually fucking care,” he scoffs, flicking the ash from the burning stick. “Just another one of your self-righteous acts.”

I stare blankly at Harry as he looks around the street a bit before focusing back on me.

“Fuck you, Harry,” I whisper before turning around, walking away as I pull my phone out of my purse to order myself an Uber home.

As I stand there, I go to move my arm to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear to get it out of my face, and I wince at the dull pain that throbs in my upper part of it. When I ran into the table, I guess my biggest point of impact was my bicep without me realizing.

I punch my address in, and Uber connects me with a driver as I patiently start to wait.

“Are…are you sure you’re okay?” Harry’s voice makes me jump, and I look over to see him in closer proximity than before. “You looked in pain for a second there.”

“I’m fine,” I look out to the road in front of us. “My arm is just a little sore.”

We stand in silence as cars pass by us, and I can see Harry drop his cigarette onto the sidewalk after a minute or so - snuffing it out with the toe of his boot.

“How are you getting home?” I ask, and when I look back to him, I see his eyes look even more glazed over.

My guess is that he must have ripped a few shots before getting into that fight, and the alcohol is catching up to him even more now that his adrenaline is wearing off. He takes another step towards me, and he sways again, but this time harder, and I’m quick to catch his falling body.

“Shit,” I hiss as I tuck my arm without any pain underneath one of his to keep him up straight - pulling him into my side. “Do you need me to add a stop for you to my Uber? Do you need me to get you home?”

Harry’s eyes run over my face drunkenly, and he lazily licks his lips. “I’ll be fine.”

I shake my head in response. “No, you won’t. You can’t even stand up straight, Harry. Tell me your address, and I’ll add it to my ride.”

Before Harry can say anything else, my phone vibrates to indicate my Uber is here, and I look over to see the car my app had paired me with.

“God, I’m going to regret this,” I whisper to myself as I shuffle us both into the backseat - greeting the driver.

I’m thankful it’s a bit dark in here, so I’m sure he can’t see the damage done to Harry’s face, or just how fucked up he is. I’m also praying that Harry doesn’t end up getting sick on the drive home.

Bringing him back to my house seems like the only option at this point considering he won’t tell me where he lives, and I know I couldn’t leave him alone outside of that bar. He’s so drunk that I don’t think he’d even find his own way home, and as angry as he makes me, he doesn’t deserve that. Who knows what could happen if he ends up passed out on the street somewhere.

As we’re driving down the road, Harry’s body moves slightly with each turn, and I scoot over in my seat a bit to press my body against his to keep him upright. He looks down to me, and I see his throat expand as he swallows before slowly lifting up his hand.

“You sure it’s okay?” He slurs, ghosting his fingertips over my upper arm before dropping his hand back into his lap.

“I’m fine, promise,” I assure him, feeling the emotional whiplash that he always seems to provide - having it smack into me at full force.

It doesn’t take long for the Uber to get us to my house, and I once again thank the driver before getting out, and then carefully pulling Harry out as well. I keep an arm securely around him while fishing through my purse for my keys as we walk onto my porch. Once I find them, I unlock the door, and I lead the two of us inside - blindly throwing my hand out to the side to reach the switch to turn on the lights.

“Here, lean against the wall for a second,” I instruct him as I shut the door and lock it up before I hang my purse on the hook - tossing my keys onto the small table in my entryway.

Once I turn back to Harry, I see him looking around, and I shrug off my jacket. I drape it onto one of the arms of the coat rack in the corner before I pull him into my side again. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Harry grumbles, and I know he wants to fight me on this, but I don’t think he has the energy, or the proper thought process, to do so right now.

I get him into my guest bathroom - coaxing him to sit down on the closed toilet seat before I dig underneath my sink for my first aid kit. Once I find it, I place it on the counter and open it up, immediately going to the alcohol wipes in there so I could clean his cuts up. I made a mental note to remember to grab rubbing alcohol next time I was at the store - just to have under the sink at all times.

Moving to stand in front of Harry, I tuck one of my hands underneath his chin to cradle it in my palm so I can properly look at him in the light. I lift the wipe up to his brow, and I speak before I have it make contact with his skin.

“This is going to burn a little,” I mumble before starting to rub it against the wound.

Harry just lets out a small grunt, his body tensing for a moment before he relaxes. I can feel his eyes wandering all over my face as I tend to the gash thoroughly, and once I get it cleaned up, I’m grateful to see that it’s definitely not deep enough to need stitches. 

“Why were you even trying to fight that guy anyway?” I ask as I head back over to the kit for another alcohol wipe so I can clean the blood that had gathered in the corners of his mouth.

“He’s an asshole,” Harry reaches up to pull his hair out of the bun - letting his long curls fall against his shoulders.

“Oh, like you?”

The words escape me before I can filter myself, and I stare down at the kit for a bit longer until I look back over to Harry. His eyes hold mine, but he doesn’t say anything as I walk back over to begin wiping at his mouth.

I clear my throat after a moment - wanting to just get back to taking care of him. “I have some mouthwash under the sink. It’s usually for canker sores, but I think it might help with where your teeth have cut into your lips. You should really rinse with it.”

Harry just hums in response, and I pull away once again to get a good look at him. “You’re all set.”

As I go to put the first aid kit away, I pull out the mouthwash and place it on top of the counter. Harry stands and lazily grabs the bottle, swaying a bit as he looks down at it.

“Go ahead and rinse. I’m going to get the guest room situated for you,” I tell him before exiting the bathroom and heading down the hall.

I go ahead and pull the covers back on the bed so that’s one less thing he’ll have to do, and I dig through the nightstand drawer for an extra phone charger in case he needs it. Kailey had left one here as a spare the couple times she’s stayed over.

As I go to exit the room to grab him some water and some Tylenol, I collide with Harry in the doorway. “Make yourself comfortable, okay? I’ll be right back.”

I move around him and make my way into the kitchen where I quickly fill a glass with ice water, and I grab two Tylenol from the cabinet above the sink. Once I get back into the bedroom, I see that Harry’s jeans and jacket are draped over the chair in the corner, and I swallow harshly when I realize he’s laying underneath the covers in just his boxers and shirt.

“Here,” I place the glass down with the pills next to it, and I see his phone is sitting there, but the screen doesn’t light up when my hand moves over it. “I think your phone might be dead. I got a charger for you. Do you want me to plug it in?”

Harry shakes his head, sitting up to take the water and the pills. He gulps the Tylenol down quickly, and drinks about half the glass of water before setting it back down. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“What about Rylan? She’s not going to get worried if you don’t answer?”

“Sometimes I let my phone die so I can be alone, and I don’t have her pestering me,” he slurs before laying back down, pulling the covers up to his chin.

I frown at his answer, but I don’t argue with him. “Alright, well…I’m just down the hall if you need anything. I’ll take you home in the morning, okay?”

Harry’s eyes shut, and that’s when I know I’m not going to get any more responses from him tonight. I turn on my heel and head back into the hallway that leads into my room. Once I’m inside, I shut the door behind me, and I strip myself of my clothes, and then wipe my makeup off while sitting at my vanity. After changing into some PJs, I collapse into my bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I wonder if Harry’s going to be angry when he wakes up tomorrow and realizes where he is. Is he going to mouth off at me? Is he going to try to say I pity him, or that I’m being self-righteous again by bringing him here?

I suck in a deep breath as I tell myself I can’t worry about that right now. That’s a problem for the morning - not tonight.

Turning onto my side, I plug my phone in and turn on my lamp before cuddling underneath my covers, and falling into a deep sleep.

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Stirring in my bed, I blink my eyes open to see the sun just barely peeking through my curtains. I glance over to my nightstand to see that it’s a little past ten, and I groan. It’s been a while since I’ve slept in this late, but I’m sure the events of last night had me feeling a bit more exhausted.

I jolt up in bed when the memories hit me, and I stare blankly at my wall.

Harry is here. He’s in my house.

I take a minute to gather myself before I slip out of bed, and I rummage through my dresser to pull a hoodie on over my tank top that I wore to sleep. Grabbing my phone, I head out of my room, and I quietly head down the hall towards the guest room. I crack the door open, trying to be as quiet as possible, and I see Harry sprawled out in the middle of the bed.

Silently making my way into the room, I grab the glass I had given him last night, and I’m happy to see that it’s empty. I know it’s not a lot in comparison to what he drank alcohol-wise, but at least I know he had a full glass of water in his system. I head downstairs to quickly refill the glass, and grab two more Tylenol, before heading back upstairs.

I sit the items down on the nightstand, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I brush some of the hair out of his face to get a better look at his injuries from last night. He has a decent bruise surrounding the gash above his eyebrow, but thankfully his mouth seems to look okay.

Not wanting to linger too long and risk the chance of him waking up to me staring, I exit the room and head back down to the kitchen to begin making us some breakfast.

I rack my brain a bit as I try to remember exactly what he likes for breakfast food, and I’m almost certain that he always liked my mom’s homemade pancakes. Rummaging through my pantry and cabinets, I realize I have everything I need to make them, including syrup, so I get to work - starting to mix everything into one of my large mixing bowls.

I begin to play some music quietly on my phone as the first pancakes begin to cook in the pan, and I walk over to press the start button on my coffee maker. 

While making my way through the pancakes, I purse my lips to the side as I realize it’s been so long since I’ve cooked for someone other than myself. I’m not the biggest fan of leftovers, so I’m usually sticking straight to a recipe that will only produce one serving - that way I’m not wasting any food.

“This has to be some type of joke,” I jump at the sound of a low voice rumbling in my kitchen, and I look over my shoulder to see Harry standing by the island in the middle of the room.

“Fuck, Harry,” I gasp out, clutching the spatula in my hand against my chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

My eyes scan over him for a second, and I watch as he puts the glass that I left on the nightstand for him down on the counter. I’m happy to see that it’s empty again. “So, out of all the women in LA that I could’ve gone home with, how the hell did I end up here with you?”

I roll my eyes at his comment, shaking my head as I turn my attention back to the pancake in front of me - flipping it.

“That’s a crappy way to talk to someone who kept you from sleeping on the street last night,” I say, not speaking too loud though. “Also, did you forget you have a girlfriend?”

“I wouldn’t have slept on the street,” Harry almost laughs as he says it, and for some reason that has me growing irritated.

“Oh, really?” I ask, throwing a laugh right back at him. “You could hardly hold yourself up, and I asked you several times what your address was, and you couldn’t even answer me. I think it’s fair to say you wouldn’t have been getting yourself home.”

It goes silent between the two of us as I take the finished pancake out of the pan, stacking it on the plate with the others. “I have one more pancake to make, and then we can eat.”

“You made me breakfast?”

I look back to Harry to see an expression I don’t recognize from him covering his face, and I nod. “I just figured you’d be hungry. I was going to take you home after, but if you don’t want anything, then I can take you home now.”

Harry continues to just stare at me for a moment before he shakes his head. “Breakfast is fine.”

“Okay,” I respond, and then I grab the mixing bowl - pouring the batter for the last pancake into the pan. “The coffee in the pot over there just finished if you wanted some. And if you want something else other than that or water, I have juices, and a few sodas, in the fridge.”

From the corner of my eye, I can see that he steps towards the coffee pot, and he pauses - beginning to look around.

“Mugs are in the cabinet right in front of you,” I instruct him, placing the empty batter bowl into the sink.

Harry opens the cabinet, and he pulls a mug out before pausing. “Do…do you want a cup?”

I raise an eyebrow at his back, not having expected him to offer, but I don’t comment negatively on that - no matter how close the words are to the tip of my tongue.

“Yes, please. I like mine with some sugar, and a bit of oat milk.”

Walking back over to the pan, I flip the last pancake, and I smile when I see this one is just as perfectly golden brown as the others. I let Harry do his thing as he moves around my kitchen, not watching like a hawk like I want to, and I pull the pancake from the pan.

I set the plate with the stack in the middle of my dining table before returning to the kitchen to grab both butter and syrup. Once I’m back, Harry is already sitting down while leaning over to place my mug at the head of the table, and he’s sitting in the seat beside me.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” he mumbles once I sit as well, and I just shrug in response.

“I know I didn’t, and honestly, you don’t really deserve it, but I wanted to.”

Harry catches my eyes for just a moment before staring down at the empty plate I had already set down on the table before I started cooking. I don’t comment any further as I lift my plate and grab my fork - stabbing two pancakes and dragging them over.

For a second I think Harry isn’t going to indulge, but then he also reaches out to take two pancakes. While I smother the tops of both of mine with butter, I can see Harry is doing the same. We go to reach for the syrup at the same time - fingertips brushing against each other. Harry clears his throat before dropping his hand.

“You go first.”

Nodding, I take the bottle, and pour just the right amount that I like over my creation before passing it over to him.

We eat in silence for the most part, but I can’t help but speak up after a while.

“Last night you said you were only trying to fight that guy because he was an asshole,” I state while cutting off a new bite of pancake. “What’s the real reason?”

Harry pauses in the middle of bringing his fork to his lips, but once I look over to him, he sets the silverware back down against his plate. “He uh…he said some shit about my mum. His dad used to date her or something.”

I can’t help but wonder if what the man said about Harry’s mom was justified because truly, she’s not a good woman. The older I’ve gotten, the more I find it hard to wrap my head around how a woman allowed herself to get so drunk around her teenage son for years. I know she has a problem with alcohol, but I’ll never understand how she prioritized that over her own child. Unfortunately, by the sounds of it, she still continues to.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I extend my condolences as Harry pops his bite of pancake into his mouth, but I don't really mean it - at least in the way that I’m not sorry someone spoke ill about his mom. I am sad it led him to want to fight someone though. "How's your face and your mouth feeling?"

“Face hurts,” he winces a bit as he grazes his fingers over the darkened bruise and gash. “But my mouth feels fine. I don’t think my teeth dug in too deep, and I’m sure that the rinse you had me use helped a lot.”

“I thought you didn’t remember where you were this morning,” I smirk softly, realizing that I caught him in a lie. He does have memories of last night.

Harry’s eyes wander over my face, and he opens his mouth to speak before I hear a chime coming from my phone over on the kitchen counter. 

I stand and make my way over to it, and I panic when I see I clearly have a meeting at noon for a local gig Lys had found for me. An open-mic type event.

“Oh, shit,” I shake my head when I see that it’s already a little past eleven. 

Racing back over to the table, I pick up half of one of the pancakes I had left, leaving the other on my plate as I shove it into my mouth. I grab my coffee mug, and I begin to quickly head down the hall.

“I’m sorry, I completely forgot I have a meeting today at noon!”

Entering my room, I crack my door, and I pull off my pajamas and hoodie, heading into my closet to find something easy to wear. I settle on a black dress that has a corset-like top, and I pull it over my head - thankful that it supports enough for me to not have to wear a bra. Sitting down on the side of my bed, I roll my fishnets on, and slide black ankle socks onto my feet before shoving them inside my usual pair of Dr. Martens.

From there, I pull my door back open in case Harry needs to say anything before sitting down at my vanity to do some quick make-up. I guzzle down another few sips of coffee after applying concealer where needed, and I lean closer to my mirror as I start on my eyeliner.

I see that Harry has moved from the table to stand in the door out of my peripheral, and I lick over my bottom lip.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to just dart up from the table like that. I just hate being late for stuff,” I explain as I start the eyeliner on my other eye.

“It’s fine.”

From there, I can see he’s crossed his arms over his chest, and he’s now leaning against my doorway - watching me intently. I don’t comment on it. I just let him watch.

After coating my lashes in mascara, I stand up and drink down the rest of my coffee before heading into my en-suite. I brush my teeth as fast as I can, while still being thorough, and I walk back out to see Harry dragging his fingertips over the neck of my acoustic guitar in the corner.

I come to a complete stop as I see him tilt his head to the side, and I watch him take in a deep breath as presses down a bit harder while running his fingers down the strings. It makes that small little scratching noise as he does - causing him to straighten up a little bit with his mouth pursed.

Once he abruptly turns his attention to some of the artwork on my wall instead of my instrument, I make my presence know again as I re-enter the room.

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll take you back to yours as soon as I get back, but I don’t have time right now,” I head towards my front door, and I can hear Harry following behind. “Please make yourself at home while I’m gone, and if you need anything, just text me okay?”

I sling my purse over my shoulder, and grab my keys from the table near the door. 

“Okay. You just…you’re fine with me just staying here?”

I shrug as I open up the door, and I turn around to keep facing him as I step outside, and backwards, onto my porch. 

“Maybe I’m making a mistake, an even bigger mistake than letting you stay here last night, but hopefully you’ll prove me wrong.”

Harry narrows his brows, but he doesn’t speak before I continue.

“Just lock the door up for me, alright?”

Turning around completely, I head towards my car while unlocking it, and I slip in the driver’s seat as I punch the address to the venue into my GPS. I get out of my driveway and onto the road as I truly process the fact that I’ve left Harry alone in my house.

“Please,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Please prove me wrong.”

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An influx of characters are needing to be revived left and right! and yours can be next... Hi! I am Defibluv once former "legend" of the community but I beg to differ on that statement haha. I've returned to have one last stint on making content! I have missed doing it after all and why not share with everyone! I will be making custom commissioned content as well the occasional original from me (all of original content will be sold on the upcoming Gumroad page being set up and WILL ONLY BE UP FOR A LIMITED TIME SO BUY QUICK IF YOU WISH TO KEEP (custom content can also be released on the page with approval of the person) I will post short clips and gifs on this page relatively regularly and will be offering services Monday through Saturday!

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I'm going through the Sinostra chapter right now and I can't stop making theories omg there might be spoilers below so be careful, although I'm just enumerating my questions tbh lol

According to one of Taiga's home screen dialogs, there might be some sort of time loop happening which he's KINDA aware of? Or maybe just aware when triggered somehow.

He said "long time no see! You decide to ditch this future too? Sorry I'm not dead yet" which is INCREDIBLY ooc as to how he behaves during the story which leads me to

His extreme memory loss, which apparently lasts less than 24 hours. Why is that? Did he go through so many time loops that it started affecting his memory? There was one small moment in which he remembered Ritsu because he saw the MC face though...

The Clash. What the fuck was it

What's Taiga relationship to Haru? Haru sounds eerily nonchalant regarding Taiga even though the man keeps on threatening Peekaboo. And aftewards, Rui briefly mentions that Taiga has a "destroying what others hold dear" schtick, which leads me to believe that Taiga is seeking revenge for losing something important maybe???? Is the fanfic brainrot too big rn

WHY DOES HE HATE LIKE DOVES??????? I dont wanna go full romantic mode, but is he just resentful of seeing a bird that is the physical representation of someone else's feelings or something......

The spy. Honestly no idea. There's some theories floating around that Haku is the spy, but I would rather see him during the Hotarubi episode before jumping to conclusions, but it's understandable how people might think that I guess...? He IS very nice and helpful and randomly finding the MC fleeing by train was way too much of a coincidence... he does seem to always tie the MC to Darkwick somehow, firstly by KIDNAPPING her and then by talking her into staying. If the MC is the trigger to a bigger event, then one could see that as suspicious. But I would like a bit more evidence first lol

Back to Taiga, why is he. Like why

Okay no but seriously. If we take the timeloop thing seriously + Haku being a spy, here's the theory:

Taiga knows the MC is the trigger for an awful event and tried killing them back in the Prologue in order to cut the problem on its roots. Haku, if we consider him as the spy, WANTS the event to happen (considering he could also be aware of the loop), which is why he saved us and took us to Darkwick, therefore letting it all play out once again.

If Haku isn't the spy, then we would have to chalk it up as Taiga knowing and trying to kill us, but destiny (???) being a bitch, therefore putting Haku there as a pawn to make things play out again

Maybe the spy can control other ghouls? Who know tbh

Finally, what is going on during the first scene we see in the game? Darkwick on fire and the first character we choose jumping off of the building? I wonder what would happen if we choose Taiga as our first card....... maybe I should create a sub acc

Anyway if anyone has more questions/theories PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS GAME I NEED TO THINK ABT IT

There is also a good theory on reddit made by u/imonlybr16 that states this:

"Before the prologue, when you open the game for the first time, you're greeted with the opening scene involving MC running through the halls of a ruined Darkwick. The question is asked "When the world is collapsing around you, whose hand will you take?"

There you're taken to your character choice screen. The guy you choose is later shown on the railing of a balcony, about to jump off.

Now I think I have a very far fetched and vague idea as to what is going on.

In chapter 2, we learn that the person that Alan killed was Dante or at least he thought he did. But we meet Dante and he's very much alive.

This comes theory number one.

***You can't actually die on campus.***

Note the use of actually here. You can 100% still die, you just end up coming back to life.

If Rui is your home screen he talks about accidentally killing someone else in his dorm and being annoyed with having to lift them back to Obscuary. This struck me as a particularly odd dialogue because Rui's curse causes people to die.

Unless, you can't die on campus.

This would explain Dante pretty much instantly. Yes Alan killed him but yes he's alive.

The campus itself is an anomaly, stopping people from dying doesn't sound too far fetched. I expect this to be revealed with the other two members of Obscuary, as that dorm seems to have a connection to death. One of the things that always pops up is that ghouls aren't immortal, no matter how quickly they heal.

Also explains how Calamari didn't die in chapter 3. Ren ran from the dorm > the caves > the jetty and Calamari was already pretty dehydrated in the beginning.

But OP you might say, aren't all the guys talking like they believe they're going to die.

Luckily, that brings us to vauge and far fetched theory number two.

***The campus is on fire due to a rebellion***

In the very last chapter of the prologue we get to see Kaito's wickhive. There we see three pretty interesting threads.

. There's gonna be an uprising soon

. One of you is a demon

. There's a guy who could see the future

Kaito is surprised at something he sees in this scene but we don't learn what it is. This chapter's 'preview' is one of the scenes we see in the very beginning. Blood and a Lily.

I believe that the first thread is foreshadowing and will . After you meet your chosen guy standing on the railing you get a line of dialogue (or not if you picked Towa) that changes depending on who you picked. Some imply that what they're doing is going to save you(Jiro, Zenji and Sho), some apologize stating that they could protect what they cared about until the very end (Luca,Kaito,Haru and Yuri) but three characters caught my attention

Leo: Life sucks and then you die,right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it.

Ren: This is exactly why I didn't to do this! I knew this was how it was going to end.

Subaru: This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do. Please take this as my final act of good faith.

Especially Subaru's and Ren's, that seemingly imply either the MC's (Ren's) or their (Subaru) involvement in the current situation. Now what does this has to do with a potential uprising?

One of the things we learn from the very beginning is the inter-politics of the houses and by extension the ghouls. Especially after the fallout of the clash. Things are pretty tense and an uprising or rebellion seems to be the most likely thing.

As to what happened and why? I have no clue. Though one thing to note is that according to the prophecy, as long as the ghouls are in Darkwick, they prevent a disaster from coming. If Darkwick is destroyed however, the prophecy can't be fulfilled, or can it?"

This is such a good theory too, I really think u/imonlybr16 has probably gotten a lot of things right.

Although it's weird that death is such a big threat to us specifically, but maybe the Academy can't prevent death by curses, much like the Mesmer Matches dont work on someone who's cursed. Hhmm...

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Indiposed (Noah Sebastian fanfic)

18+

Autors note: hi, thank you sm for taking the time to read my story! please let me know what u think of it. also, english is not my first language so i'm sorry if there will be any grammar and/or spellings mistakes, im trying my best :)

Summary: Hailey Clark is Noah's dressing assistant, and has been working for him and the rest of Bad Omens for half an year now. Hailey and Noah have always been attracted to each other, making teasing and sometimes flirtatious jokes back and forth, and became very close and caring for each other since the start of Hailey working for them. They always waited for that one right moment to finally give in to their desire for each other, but there hasn't been one yet, also with the fear of others and their management. Until that one after party after a succesful show arrives and they simply cannot hide their feelings for oneanother anymore, with all its consequences...

CW/TW's throughout the story: Smut, sexual talk, mentioning religion, mention of ed and (bad) mental health/depression, bad relationship with parents/family, christian family history, alcohol use, smoking (cigarettes) [if i forgot something please let me know]

prologue

The sigh that escaped from my mouth wasn't as calm as I hoped to be. I have been looking everywhere for my just newly bought makeup brushes that I've just used for Jolly half an hour ago. How the hell did I already lose them? Lead singer Noah Sebastian-basically the star of the show-is the last band member left for makeup and dressing. Of course.

I've been their personal makeup and dressing assistant for half a year now. The job pays quite well, I was already very impressed by the band and their music before doing this and I can do something I love every day, so I've been feeling very thankful for being able to do this. Through the last six months I have built a very close bond and friendship with the band and the rest of the crew, something that has helped even more with doing this every day.

Tonight will be a pretty big show, so being stressed is an understatement right now. I am quite the perfectionist, so my makeup brushes suddenly missing now is just as chaotic in my head as how the dressing room currently is. `Goddamnit,´ I curse to myself. 

`Seems like someone is in need of some assistance,´ I hear Noah saying, so I turn around to look at him with hopeless eyes. A grin is appearing on his face as he walks over to me, and I have no energy right now to make a remark back to him. That's quite how our friendship has been built up to-make (sarcastic, playful or mostly from Noah's side, sassy) remarks to each other, teasing, or mess with each other. Sure, we can have some normal conversations as well, but we love to get to each other most of the time.

I can tell he freshly washed his mid-length hair as it is still a little damp, and it covers his eyes for a moment so he pushes it back with his hand. He wears a simple black shirt and short pants, with half-worn sneakers underneath and a bottle of water in his other hand where he has drinked out before. 

`You are the last member I need to style. I can't seem to find my damn brushes anywhere…´

`Relax, darling, you'll be fine. Maybe I can help you with your brush set?´ he says in a sort of playful way, and I quickly roll with my eyes, not in the mood to joke about it right now.

`Please, Noah, I'm trying not to freak out. You should know by now how important being organized and scheduled is to me. You guys have to go up on stage in like…´ I look at the watch on my right wrist, and my eyes grow wide. `An hour and a half. Oh shit.´

`Well, that's a lot of time darling, what's the rush?´ Noah answers, looking at his own watch himself, and then back to me. His face remains calm, and I know he is saying this and acting like this to keep me calm and focused myself. I know he can be a little control freak himself, but he has gotten pretty good at making sure I am more stable before him. He knows how my brain works by now, and I have always found it a sweet gesture that he cares more about my own sanity most of the time than his.

`Well, everything just has to go…´

´Perfectly. I know,´ he finishes my sentence before I can. Like I said, he knows me too well by now. 

`And it won't be without those brushes?´ Noah raises his eyebrows slightly with the corners of his mouth slightly curled. 

`Noah, think about the lighting. The different kinds of colors, the almost 2 hours you guys have to perform-no offense but, that sweat needs to be at least a little bit covered. And then there's your outfit…´ I ramble on, and I know that I might sound insane, but I don't care at this moment-I just want my makeup set to be complete, goddamnit.

He slightly chuckles, and says: `Fine, fine, let's go look for your brushes…´ 

He moves closer to me and puts my hand on my hip while doing so, a little amused smile now forming on his lips.

`Focus,´ I mumble, trying to ignore his touch. I must admit that sometimes, moments like these are hard to resist for me. We have not only built a great friendship in the last half year, but also a kind of mutual attraction to each other. There have been moments where we can be touchy, sometimes n79t even thinking much about it or realizing it-and no one has really reacted weird to it, not even the rest of the band or the crew. They have gotten used to it by now, and so have we. But, sometimes the touch can be or feel a little… intense. I can feel myself wishing for more, I can feel the tension in the air, I can see the twinkle and desire in his eyes… and I am sure I have looked at him the same way every time. We never really had a moment to act into it, or the confidence, I guess. We just let it happen and let it go after. Well, also because I want to at least try to keep our relationship still a little bit professional as well, since I love this job and I do not want to lose it.

Noah rolls his eyes and removes his hand from my hip, and just as he does that, he takes the warmth of his body with him, but he doesn't move away from me. `Yeah, yeah, I'm focused… lead the way,´he responds with a playful grin on his face, moving just a little closer to still feel his proximity. 

I tell him spots to look at, and at some point I am even looking through my own damn lunchbox, but I sigh out of relief when I find the brushes in a not well lit corner of the dressing room (are we surprised that their dressing rooms are mostly very dark?) underneath a pile of random clothes I tried on Jolly before. `I got them,´ I say with a relieved, tired smile. I'm surprised that they even got here, since I am usually very organized, but I think that I got them there out of a blur of stress-some shows just give me more stress than the others.

`There you go! See, you really didn't need to be all stressed out. How many times do I tell you that you are always more worked up than you actually have to be? Or is this an excuse to just spend some more time with me?´ he responds teasefully, and I roll with my eyes while holding back a smile. I can tell he is excited and looks forward to the show from tonight-which I do not blame him for, they will be performing for one of their biggest crowds.

`No Noah, I'm doing what I am getting paid for. Now sit,´ I demand him and pat the makeup chair.

`Do I get a say in this, or should I just comply from the get go?´ he asks me with a raised eyebrow, his smirk growing a bit wider as he slowly sits down on the chair.

`I think you should shut your ignorant mouth and let me do my thing,´ I jokingly said, but also really, really wanted to start now because time is ticking by.

Of course his smirk only grows bigger because of that comment, I should have known. `Yes ma'am…´ he says in a sarcastic way, moving his head closer to me with his eyes closed so I can finally start my work.

While I do so, I furrow my eyebrows in concentration like I always do, taking some sips of water in between, since this arena is not really cool with the warmth of outside to say the least. `Almost done,´ I let Noah know.

He sits perfectly still while he watches me, the silence only interrupted by the sound of the music from the opening act, coming from the main stage. I can notice him taking in the details of my face, something I sometimes catch him doing, and it makes me swallow while I try to focus on the finishing touches. 

`How much longer until you're done?´ he asks after a minute, I guess to get out of the silence a bit.

`Done,´ I say right after that, stepping back to look at him for the last time and then nod, to give reassurance to myself.

`And just like that she's done,´ he says while getting up from the makeup chair, and he smiles at me after. `You're always doing a good job at this, I hope you know that.´

I smile at him, needing to look up since he is taller than me. `Thank you Noah.´ I turn around and get out a rack with his clothes. `Now all that's left to do is to get you into your clothes.´

I can notice that Noah can't hide his own stress anymore, because he sighs and looks at the time on his phone.. `Yeah, let's do that.´ He walks toward the clothing rack to put his first outfit on, and while doing so he looks at me. `Will you be there by the side stage to watch us?´

`Yes, tonight I will be,´ I smile. `Can't miss one of you guys biggest shows.´

Noah looks at me with a thankful and kind of relieved face, nodding and when he starts putting his clothes on, I try not to get distracted by his torso, his biceps, his tattoos… like I said before, one night it's easier than the other. I can tell that he notices me struggling, because a smooth smirk is appearing from time to time on his face. Asshole.

He cracks his fingers and neck when he is fully dressed, something I always try not to cringe about because of the sound. He quickly looks at me in an apologizing manner, and then again at the time on his phone after. `Well… I should go to the other guys. Show is almost about to start.´

`Yes, good luck Noah,´ I say with a smile while leaning into him for a hug, something that has become a ritual every night for us by now. `You got this. You always do.´

He hugs me back tightly, his other hand moving and holding the back of my neck as well. `Thank you, Hailey,´ he quietly whispers in my ear, letting go of me after a few seconds. `It'll be one hell of a show.´

The corners of my mouth rise again. `It will be.´

`And I hope to see you after it too? Because the show is not the only thing that'll be one hell of a hit tonight,´ he adds with a grin.

`The after party of course,´ I say, and to be honest I had been kinda forgetting about it, my focus was too much on making everyone's look as perfect as possible. `Yeah, I will be there.´

I can see that he wants to continue this conversation by the way his lips part again, him being distracted by the idea of the afterparty, so I quickly pat his head and say: `Now, get out of here. Go rock the show like you always do.´ I even start pushing him towards the exit, which makes him let out a laugh.

`Okay okay, damn. Don't worry-I'll make sure to give them a night they'll never forget.´

Little do I know, that it indeed will be a night the both of us will never forget, or be able to.

[kaida-beifong]

Magic Happens? (Part 2)

Awkward conversations and Panic. ------- Lucius: Okay so what did you want to talk about? Charlie: I'm about to ask a question that's going to be very uncomfortable for us, so I need you to answer me honestly and quickly so it doesn't get anymore awkward then it needs to be. Lucius: Okay. Charlie: Who of you in this hotel had sex in the past couple weeks. Lucius: Charlie the fuck. Angel: I don't kiss n' tell dollface. Husk: The fuck you talking about, that's all you do. Angel: Well way to make it less fun. Cherri: Yeah I fucked, I can't recall when or with who. Mostly out of it Charlie: Okay thank you Cherri for being the only one to give me a straight answer. Angel: I mean you know me babe, I'm always fucking with someone. So yeah more then likely. Husk: Probably but I don't have the best record of it so apart from last night, no. Charlie: Lucius please don't make me ask again. Lucius: I am not answering that because I love you too much to admit I've had sex. Angel: I can answer that. He snuck off the Carmine place last night. Vaggie: How the fuck do you know? Angel: He texted me, let's see he said "If Charlie asks, tell her I am fucking Compound Pussy." Then it autocorrected to which he kept trying to write Clara's name but it came weird before he said "Fuck it, you know what I mean, just say I'm smashing ass n' that my phone will be off until tomorrow." Lucius: Ugh.. Bees fuckin honey, stuff makes me share too much Angel: Husk fucked me last night. Husk: Angel the fuck?! Angel: She wanted honesty, don't have a lot of details but I have the claw marks on my back to prove it. Charlie: I don't need visuals, just a confirmation. Husk: *Sighs* Can I ask why? Charlie: Uh.. Well so I was letting dad know the baby news, he asked how? Husk: Please don't give us a play by play. Charlie: No, just anyway I explained that I tried the creation spell and it overloaded and kinda blew all sorts of fuses in the hotel. He asked me if anyone was in the hotel aside from ya know me and Vaggie. Lucius: Weird question to ask. Charlie: I thought so too, so I asked him why and he said and I quote "Nephilim magic is new, stronger and unstable in new hands so the effects could be far bigger and far more.. Uh. Wild in the hands of someone whose still learning." Lucius: What'd he mean by that. Charlie: That I have to keep an eye on everyone for the next couple weeks. Lucius: Why. Charlie: Nothing serious- Lucius: Charlie please just spit it out! Charlie: There's a risk the creation spell might have worked on everyone in the hotel.. Whose been intimate in the past couple weeks. Lucius: What the fuck does that mean! Vaggie: It means that there's a risk that if you've had sex, unprotected especially, that there is a huge chance your fertility odds have doubled.. and tripled in some cases. Cherri: I thought we couldn't have kids in hell. Charlie: In normal standards yes but.. my magic may have reversed it on accident. Cherri: Please tell me this is some kinda sick joke. Angel: Yes please tell us it's a sick joke. Husk: Why are you panicking, you're a guy. Angel: No-No reason. Charlie: Gender is irrelevant, the chances are high regardless. Lucius: Fuck! Charlie: It might not work on you Lucius. You're a Nephilim too, it's possible the spell didn't even effect you. Lucius: Well I fucking hope so Charlie. I just got with Clara and Carmilla will kill me if in the first two weeks one of her daughters ends up knocked up. There's only one place and person she'll be looking for and that's me! Vaggie: Well it's too late to complain now. Charlie: Lucius it might not even mean anything. It could be completely false and nothing could happen. Lucius: R-Right.. Charlie: But.. Yo-You still gotta tell Clara. Just in case. Lucius: I-I can't. I can't fuck this up more when we're actually in a good place. Vaggie: You think she'll like you if she finds out on her own and finds out you knew and said nothing. Lucius: ..I fucking hate you so much.

[leverage-ot3]

"I'm old. And I'm satisfied. And you were my purpose" is such an eliot spencer after growing old line

look me in the eyes and tell me eliot spencer will outlive his partners

look me in the eye and tell me that eliot doesn’t plan to follow them into death as soon as he loses them

look me in the eye and tell me that after a lifetime of following them and protecting them and loving them he wouldn’t follow them one last time

look me in the eye and tell me that’s true

[hauntingblue]

Them doing a photo lineup of the mugis for the battle and when it's Robin's turn she just turns and does a blue eyed stare at the camera 😭😭

Look at her 😭😭

[a-motherfucking-beast]

COACH what to do if im disabled and can't run for exercise... what the fuck do I do

ONLY DO WHAT YOU'RE CAPABLE OF, SON. IT DEPENDS ON THE REASON FOR YOUR INABILITY TO RUN. YOU MAY CHOOSE TO DO EXERCISES THAT RELY LESS ON YOUR LOWER BODY, SUCH AS SIT-UPS (WHICH CAN ALSO BE DONE STANDING BY BENDING YOUR LEGS SLIGHTLY THEN BOWING AND STRAIGHTENING AGAIN LIKE YOU WOULD REGULAR SIT-UPS IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTIES GETTING ON THE GROUND), CHIN-UPS, PULL-UPS, DIPS, SO ON. YOU ALSO MAY CONSIDER FREE WEIGHT EXERCISES WITH SOMETHING SMALL. 1KG DUMBBELLS CAN BE BOUGHT FOR AS LOW AS 5 REÁL; THEY'RE SMALL ENOUGH TO STORE AND CAN GO A LONG WAY (BICEP CURL, ZOTTMAN CURL, FLAT DUMBBELL FLY, ARNOLD PRESS, CROSS BODY HAMMER CURL, SPIDER CURL, SCAPTION EXCERCISES, I COULD GO ON -- THESE ALL WORK EXCLUSIVELY YOUR UPPER BODY MUSCLES). MEDICINE BALLS AND KETTLEBELLS TEND TO BE MORE EXPENSIVE BUT CAN ALSO BE AN OPTION TO LOOK AT. AND FINALLY, IF THOSE AREN'T OPTIONS, STRETCHING THREE TO FOUR TIMES A WEEK FOR AT LEAST 20 MINUTES CAN HELP ALLEVIATE MUSCLE TENSION AND REDUCE PAIN AND TENSION IN THE BODY AS WELL AS INCREASE FLEXIBILITY, BALANCE BLOOD CIRCULATION AND LUCIDITY. YOU MAY WANT TO DO STRETCHES FOR YOUR LEGS REGARDLESS TO ENSURE THEY DON'T GO UNDERUTILISED

COACH... OUT❗❗💥💪💪

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[todayisafridaynight]

Every guy in Yakuza seems like they have enough social awkwardness for Tien to role his eyes at…

there's no feasible chance on earth any man can be more awkward than mountain man tien I'm Going To Hide From My Friends Every Other Year And Then For A Decade After Telling Them I'd Never See Them Again For No Apparent Reason And Only Coming Back Cause the World Was Literally Ending shinhan

[cyberbullyinc]

😐

[kalach-cha]

daily reminder to NEVER FUCKING POST PHOTOS NEXT TO YOUR HOUSE

[hearties-circus]

Most uncomfortable extra maths support period of my life g-ddammit