#the worms in my brain won today

[mothoscope]

The "B" in Beavis and Butt-Head stands for Bisexual (no one wants them).

[daydreamsinthemoonlight]

just saw an ad for a cow sweater and i was really just like oh cool a nona the ninth reference

[lilithaban]

books and kisses

pairings: wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut, crack!

warning: 🔞, mature content, profanities, dick riding, unprotected s!x, dry humping, d! riding, bl!wj!b, multiple org!sm

— dni minors!

posted: february 14, 2023

happy reading!

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“That wasn't the case AJ,”

I rolled my eyes and tried not to argue with these four eyes on my side. Yes, I'm with Jeon fucking Wonwoo. The astute fuckass.

"Nye nye nye, I stand for what I speak for 'no!'" "I know I'm right," I said confidently.

"Oh my, you're not just looking at the slides that Sir Fernando gave us, it said that coagulation is a natural mechanism that acts to reduce blood loss from hemorrhage,"

Him and his smartass brain.

Gusto ko na lang siyang sapakin

“Basically, coagulation's role is to diminish blood ha not to remove the blood,”

Sa sobrang inis ko sa kayabangan niya nagbasa na lang ako ng book ni Murakami. Mas naiintindihan ko pa 'to kesa sa nirereview namin.

“Nakikinig ka ba, Aj?” I heard him called me but I refuse to response kasi nga fuck you siya.

Hinablot niya naman sakin yung librong binabasa ko at pinagtaasam niya ako ng kilay. “Paano mo naman ako matatalo niyan sa anaphy kung iba binabasa mo”

Sinapak ko siya sa braso at inirapan. “Ang yabang mo talaga! wala naman akong pake sa rankings na yan. Wala naman na akong will para mag-aral,” walang gana kong sinabi at inagaw sa kamay niya yung libro.

“Well if you say so. suit yourself then”

Konti na lang tatadyakan ko na to nakakainis yung tono ng pananalita eh.

-

I'm not sure how long it's been, but we're still studying for midterms in anatomy and physiology. He's teaching me the terminology that I've missed upon when I've been away. I'm bored, but all I can do is stare at him as he flexes how much his brain can store. And I find him very attractive, no, he is really attractive I'm not gonna lie about that but whenever he is serious and talking things like this make me feel things.

He's just Jeon Wonwoo, a man with black glasses. A man wearing plain black shirt almost everyday. A man with monolid eyes.

Simple lang naman 'tong hayop na to pero parang ang extra pogi niya ngayon?!

As I stared intently at him I feel something down there. I'm starting to move like a fucking worm because I feel tingling sensation down there. And I'm not that noob to know.

I'm fucking turn on pero nagsasalita lang naman siya dyan, nagrereview para sa midterms namin pero shet tangina

Kantutin mo ako naman ako Wons!

Syempre sinabi ko lang yan sa utak ko medyo nerd 'tong mayabang na 'to eh. Pero dahil hindi ako pinalaking duwag ng mama ko tinanong ko siya.

“Wons,” tawag ko sa kanya at kinalabit siya

“Hmm”

“I want to have sex with you”

Siguro kung may iniinom tong kape mabibilaukan to. Sa gulat niya eh nawala siya sa balanse kahit na nakaupo lang siya kaya nahulog yung mga libro na nakapatong sa tabi niya.

“What?!”

Lumapit ako sakanya at dahan-dahan inalis yung mga reviewer sa hita niya at kumandong sa kanya saka pinuwesto ang dalawang kamay ko sa balikat niya.

Tinitigan ko muna siya nang mabuti bago nagsalita. Tanginang to ang pogi talaga

Taena ano bang nangyayari sakin ngayon?!

“I said wanna have sex with you,”

I slowly grind on his lap. Good thing I wore skirt today so ramdam na ramdam ko yung bukol sa jeans niya. I'm starting to feel things right now. Alam kong basang-basa na ako down there.

"I hate to admit this, but you're really attractive, you know, but today?! I'm not sure what kind of potion you did drank, but I see you extra fucking hot today, and your stupid mouth teaching me terms made me feel a tingling sensation,"

I'm still grinding on his lap, and I can already hear his heavy breathing. I swear his piercing stares can kill me in an instant! He looks like a tiger about to devour his prey. His already turn on but he's not saying anything.

Fucking shit, I'm only grinding at him but I can feel liquid flowing from my hole. What the fuck I already did cum but this bitch still staring at me I mean more likely glaring!

“Oh my god wons, aren't you gonna response? I already cum and you're still an ass—” hindi ko na natuloy sasabihin ko nang bigla niya akong sinunggaban ng halik.

Para akong mababaliw sa paraan niya ng paghalik. He's kissing me, but it's sloppy. He never let any part of my lips dry. His lips are devouring my lips. Oh my god, he is such a good fucking kisser.

The kiss progressed from sloppy to aggressive and deeper. Our tongues are already fighting when he breaks off to remove his glasses before kissing me again.

Oh my fuck ang hot ng pagkakatanggal niya ng glasses!

He quickly kissed me again after removing the major obstacle to our make out session. Habang bumaba labi niya sa leeg ko naramdaman ko ang paglakbay ng kamay nito magmula sa bewang ko patungo sa skirt ko.

“Mhhmmm” napaungol ako ng bigla kong naramdaman kamay nitong hinihimas puke ko kahit na may suot pa akong underwear. Nakakabaliw. Ang sarap.

Hinihimas niya palang naman yung puke ko pero para na akong lalabasan or did I cum again...already?

Naggrind ulit ako sa ibabaw niya habang patuloy ang pagpapak ng mga lab nito sa leeg ko. “Ay putangina ka” napasigaw ako ng warakin niya ang damit ko, revealing my mounds since I'm not wearing anything underneath that top.

Ramdam ko ang diin ng mga titig ni Wons sakin. “Hoy wala talaga akong suot na bra since ikaw lang naman yan. And besides I have my cardigan with me 'no”

Totoo naman! siya lang naman kasama ko kaya hindi na rin ako nagbra atsaka may dala akong cardigan. Malay ko bang hindi niya napansin utong ko kanina. “Damn, you are fucking hot” napamura pa ito bago nilamas at nilamon nito ang dibdib ko.

Napapa-arko na yung katawan ko sa sensasyong dulot ni Wons sakin. I just know na nilabasan na ako for the third time. Wala na akong pake na sabihin pa iyon sa kanya.

Umalis ako sa kandungan niya at hinubad lahat ng natitirang saplot sa katawan ko. Tinaasan ko ng kilay ang lalaki sa harapan ko habang yung gago...

Naka manspread may diin yung mga titig niya parang kinikiliti yung tinggil ko. Halos mapamura na ako nang kagatin nito ang labi niya at hinila ulit ako pa-upo sa kandungan niya. Kinurot ko ang tagiliran niya pero hindi pa rin siya natinag.

"Why don't you take off your damn clothes?” kahit na gumigiling pagkakasabi ko nun eh marahan pa rin akong gumigilinh sa ibabaw niya. Hindi pa rin siya nagsasalita at habang ako mas lalong naging magaslaw yung paggiling ko dahil ramdam ko na nalalabasan na naman ako.

And at this point, I'm going to lose my shit. I've already cum multiple times and don't want to cum again without him fucking my hole!

“Oh my god wons. I'm don already”

Sa inis ko ako na lang nag initiate. Nagmamadali kong kinalas ang belt niya. Binaba ang zipper ng jeans niya sabay binaba ito kasama ng underwear niya.

Napalunok ako sa nakita ko. I mean I know he's big alright! but I didn't expect him to be this BIG.

Hindi na ako nagsayang ng oras pa at walang pasabing sinubo ang ari nito. Tangina sa laki ng ari niya halos mabilaukan na ako kahit na hindi ko pa naman sinusubo ng buo ito.

“Fuck”

“Damn baby I like how dominant you are”

“Fuck you, yes right there”

“You are taking me so well baby”

“Aaaahhh- mmhhmm”

Dahil sa nga narinig ko mas lalo pa akong ginanahan na chupain siya. Naka tingin lamang ako sakanya habang pinapaligaya ito. Nakapikit ba nga mata nito at mahigpit ang hawak sa buhok ko habang nakaawang ang bibig niya.

Mayamaya pa ay napadaing siya dahil tuluyan na siyang nilabasan. At dahil hindi ako pinalaking mahina ni mama nilunok ko lahat ng nilabas nito.

“Hmm you taste so good. I'd like to taste that lollipop again” I said with my flirty voice

Nagulat na lamang ako dahil bigla ako nitong inangat at biglang binagsak sa hita niya. Napahiyaw ako dahil walang pasabing pinasok nito ang ari niya sakin.

“Aj, I'm sorry but I cannot eat you now because the library is about to close and I need to fuck with you right now,”

After hearing that I slowly move on his lap. Adjusting myself on how big he is. Mayamaya pa ay bumibilis na ang pagtaas-baba ko sa kandungan niya.

“Putangina ang laki mo wons”

“Shit ang sarap sarap mo, Aj”

“A-aaahh fuck”

Sumabay na rin sa ritmo si wons kaya rinig na rinig pagsasallukan ng mga balat namin na siyang nagdagdag lamang ng libog sa aming mga katawan.

Umaarko na ang likod ko at mga mata ko'yo papikt-pikit na dahil sa sobrang sarap ng pagkantot nito sakin sabayan pa ng pagbigay ng mga malalagkit na halik sa dibdib ko.

“Ooh my shit I'm cuming”

“Fuck you, let's cum together”

Napahawak ako ng mahigipit sa balikat niya ng labasan na kami parehas. Ramdam ko ang pag-puno ng katas nito sa puke ko.

Pagod na pagod akong yumakap sakanya. Naghahabol ng hininga habang nakapasok pa rin ang ari nito sa butas ko.

“I don't know that you are this naughty.”

Natawa na lamang ako sa sinabi nito dahil wala na akong lakas para magsalita pa.

“Mmhmm let's go. We'll continue this to my condo,”

"And you'll still need to recite what I taught you today baby. Well after all anaphy is your mortal enemy”

[waddingham]

not to just leave my fic brain worms out in the open like this for god and all to see but if anyone wants 900 words that are a direct result of whatever the fuck THIS is.........come and get it

He loves a team bus. Win or lose – or draw – it's an exceptional feeling, almost tangible, to be a part of something right alongside two dozen other people. There's no mistaking the sense of being so fully in the same boat with everyone else, feeling the same things and supporting each other in the reach for success, however it may come, whatever it may manifest as.

Today it was a light-hearted feeling – they'd won, spirits are high, Beard even higher and, well…

Somehow they got Rebecca today, blessing them all with her presence, her humor, her sweet voice. It had circled them in the back of the noisy bus and he couldn't help but nod along as he made an attempt on Sharon's advice, writing out his thoughts, his feelings, all the while marveling at the clarity of Rebecca's voice even as she slouched into the seat.

It was a long trip – for her especially, he thinks wryly, so it's no wonder at all that she's long asleep by the time they roll up to the dark club.

He does wonder a little at her choice of pillow. Has been ever since she slid back into the corner next to him, legs out long and head tipped onto his shoulder.

"Let's see how good a pillow you make, Coach," she'd muttered and by God, if he didn't make himself the best damn pillow this side of the Atlantic.

He hadn't moved chatting with Beard, or fiddling with his phone, or going over his notes again. And when the bus started to dim bit by bit, Beard passing out and Greyhounds falling asleep, he'd just tipped his head back, breathing in whatever lovely floral scent follows her around and letting all the safety and comfort around him relax his tired body.

He's safe here. He's content here, in these moments in the dark bus with his team, with Rebecca at his side, listening to the intermittent rain tap the roof. And he relishes each one, each moment, knowing the next may be bereft of this peace.

Beard snaps up as soon as the brakes hiss, looking dazed only for a moment as the boys start to nudge each other awake. He takes him in, then Rebecca, a grin spreading over his face.

"Should I wait up?" he asks as he stands, still in that ridiculous wig.

Ted shakes his head, waving him off as the bus starts to empty, then looks down at the blonde head on his shoulder.

Something like two hours ago, she'd wiggled against him, threading her arm under his, her hand flat against his forearm. He smiles down at it now, her fingertips resting on the heel of his hand. He curls his fingers, brushing them over the familiar soft pink color on her nails and his smile grows, his chest warm.

"Rebecca," he murmurs, squeezing her fingers more firmly. "Boss."

"Mm?" she grunts without moving and he almost chuckles.

"Home sweet home," he says, nudging her gently with his elbow. She sighs, squeezing his arm to her but still not moving to go.

"Unless you plan on spending the night in this bus," he says. "And let me tell you, if you're sore from your little swim earlier, sleeping on this probably ain't gonna do much for it."

She tilts her head on his shoulder just enough to shoot him a dirty look.

"Don't be a dick," she mutters. "It wasn't fucking marked as a bike lane."

"Mmhmm, 'course it wasn't," he says indulgently.

Her look gets dirtier.

He just chuckles, squeezing her fingers. "How'd I do as a pillow? I'm accepting feedback."

"Four stars," she says, lifting her head from his shoulder but not moving to rise.

"Four?" he says with an exaggerated frown.

"You lose a star for being too good," she says, rolling her head on her shoulders. "I didn't mean to sleep for so long."

"Oh," he chuckles. "Well, I'll take that."

She sighs again, taking in the fact that they're the last on the bus before turning to him, tipping her head against the seat. She gives him a small smile, almost clandestine, eyes full of the same contentment he's been filling his reserves with.

Her voice is hushed when she speaks. "Were you just gonna let us get locked in here or…?"

He snorts a little bit. "We got at least two more minutes before the boys sort out their bags and Ricky always checks before he gets the bus to the garage."

"Mmm," she hums, looking down at their hands for a long moment. Her fingers curl experimentally against the tender skin inside his wrist, sending tingles up his arm before carefully releasing him to sit up. "Thanks for letting me sleep on you."

"Oh, anytime," he says, meaning it entirely even as he rolls his stiff shoulder in its socket. He stands, lifting his backpack from the floor and over his shoulder before stepping around the tiny table, holding a hand out to her.

She smiles up at him as she slides her hand into his.

"You know what, Coach Lasso," she says as she rises, twinkling just a little bit. "I just might take you up on it."

He gasps dramatically.

"After all the fight you put up about joining us on the bus–"

She rolls her eyes, still grinning as she pulls him down the aisle, "Come on."

"Oh, but riding on the bus was gonna be such a long trip, such a nuisance–"

"Shut it."

"You can't tell me you had fun–"

He giggles when she pulls up short before the step down, releasing his hand to point a finger at him.

"I hate the bus."

He grins at her. "You're a terrible liar."

She huffs, but it does little to counteract her smile as she steps off the bus.

He lingers for a moment, his fingers still warm from being tangled up with hers. He closes his fist, trying to hold onto it as he follows her back down to solid ground.

[workjester]

there is an evil worm in my brain that tells me to listen to Isaiah 45:23 every time I am having a pain flare up . today the evil worm has won .

[blackjackkent]

Today in "Rakha makes everyone just a little bit worse"... we have officially convinced everyone in camp that listening to the Dream Guardian is a good thing and we should slurp the worms.

Astarion and Karlach were already on board. Gale decides without any input from Rakha that he sees "no harm" in taking the worms, given the existential threat the Absolute poses. Shadowheart (after a Persuasion check from Rakha) agreed that it was worth taking every advantage available.

But of course, because they're her best friends and greatest influences, the most interesting conversations are with Wyll and Lae'zel.

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"I had another dream last night. The visitor came to me and ordered me to penetrate the heart of the very cult that's spreading the infection. It gave me a tadpole gift too. Just like it did the first time it appeared. I suppose it hoped this would help. At first I thought we should avoid these 'gifts,' no matter what advantage we gain. And yet... I can't help but recall the words of my father. 'The best plan is the one that works.' These powers could be enough to edge us towards victory."

Rakha, deeply relieved to hear him coming around to her point of view: "We need these powers to infiltrate the cult. This is 'the plan that works.'"

"Very well. If it's mind games these parasites wish to play, we'll play. And we'll win."

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"Another dream, another order from that dubious visitor. It announced that we will find the answers that we seek in the Absolute cultists' lair - and offered another generous 'gift'. A persuasive creature. It tempts us with power, expresses its admiration, its adoration. Avert your eyes, whenever it appears. And do not avail yourself of this new power, no matter how alluring. You've no idea what damage it could do to us, how far into illithid madness it could drag us."

Rakha trusts Lae'zel so instinctively in all other matters that disagreeing with her here is hard - but with all the others behind her now and the memory of the dream-peace in her head, she has to try. "We can use this skill to manipulate the cultists. We'd be fools to refuse it."

"Battles are won with swords, not mind-games born of brain-worms. The ones we fight with these cultists will be no different. And there *will* come a battle, of that I'm most certain. The one truth that fell out of the dream figure's cankered lips."

"These dreams linger in my memory. Do you think that strange figure will come back?" No doubt Lae'zel can hear the flash of hope in the words. Rakha wants the visitor to come back, to bring her a peaceful night again... like the craving for a drug.

"It is a certainty," she says coolly. "I had assumed our parasites served a ghaik Elder, but I believe they serve a greater master still."

"A greater master? Who - or what - could that be?"

"A question that burns in my belly day and night. Elders and collectives abide by their own tenets. It would require a powerful Creed to unite them. And now this voice, this Creed, finds our own ears. If it reaches this plane, it may reach others?"

"Have you thought about making use of the tadpole's power?" Rakha asks, prodding the subject cautiously.

"Mark my words," Lae'zel snaps. "This power would be no blessing but a curse. You might as well ask me to gouge out my eyes for the promise of sight, or slice off my tongue for the promise of taste. Consume all the ghaik tadpoles you wish. I'm not so craven."

[PERSUASION] "If we must bear the tadpoles' burden, we should also avail ourselves of their power," Rakha points out.

(A/N: 21 on a DC20, out of the park. XD Whatever feelings Lae'zel caught during their night together are doing a number on her.)

Lae'zel flinches uncertainly. "Perhaps you..." she begins, then catches herself and scowls. "No, that's absurd. When the tadpole has stretched to every pore and slithered through every vein, what am I to do then? It won't hear my screams. It won't care if I beg. I will be remade in its image." Her shoulders straighten defiantly. "My faith in Vlaakith will guide me and my own might will sustain me. I have no need of this depraved power."

Perhaps she is right. But Rakha is too lost in her own memories - of the Guardian, of using the worm - to let the matter go. She wants Lae'zel on her side.

[PERSUASION] "This Cult of the Absolute is dangerous," she says firmly, holding Lae'zel's gaze. "We should take all the help we can get."

(A/N: I was fully expecting a higher DC for this second check but it's actually LOWER - 18 instead of 20. Oh, Rakha, you're a bad influence. Poor Lae'zel.)

Lae'zel frowns. And then her shoulders slump and she looks away. "You... you might be right," she mutters haltingly. "The githyanki have long studied ghaik and used what we've learned. The zaith'isk itself was devised from such knowledge." Her voice strengthens as she lets herself be persuaded by Rakha's intensity just as Rakha has, in the past, been persuaded by hers. "The tadpole is perhaps not just a curse, but a weapon I can twist and mold to my advantage."

She sets her jaw. "Very well. I will swallow my disgust and avail myself of the parasite's powers."

Rakha feels herself relax distinctly. Good. Good... It pained her surprisingly deeply to feel at odds with Lae'zel and Wyll on this matter... but both have seen the logic and accepted it. It is a deep, comforting relief.

[genshinimpactlife]

Brain worms are worming today Imagine a thief and overall troublemaker s/o who has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. Like they see something valuable and shiny? Mine now. Random anemo slimes bouncing around? Lets see how high we can fly. Yes s/o can and will steal from dangerous people. s/o is also a wandering kind of person and visits different kinds of places and causes trouble there Now think this kind of s/o with Wanderer/Steve.

Interactions with him would be like:

(Fighting treasure hoarders because s/o wanted to steal their treasure)

S/o: I got 3 men down!

Wanderer: well i got 6!

S/o: Slow down and leave some for me you lil sh/t!

Wanderer: Sounds like a skill issue to me

alternatively:

Wanderer: What do you have?

S/o: A knife and stolen treasure!

Wanderer: L I got a bigger knife and more stolen treasure

Headcannons pls <3

Troublemaker S/O Headcanons

The Wanderer

Oh, the two of them would cause so much trouble together. They are notorious around Inazuma.

Their relationship started as the two of them just trying to one-up the other, enemies to lovers, if you will

"I can lift two crates" "Oh wow, I can lift four. You aren't even on my LEVEL."

100% the two of them created a game like ping pong where they smack different slimes back and forth, and pyro slimes add an extra layer of danger.

They love pestering the Arataki gang, starting a rivalry with them.

They broke into Itto's house and released all of his Onikabuto after Itto released bad drawings of wanted signs of them all over Inazuma.

"You see those Treasure hoarders over there… I bet I can beat more of them than you. "Oh, you're on!"

Both of you are relatively equal in power, so your competitions are always a close call. Many times you two have argued over who won.

Anytime the two of you get caught, you try to blame it on the other and run away, leaving them to deal with the mess.

The Wanderer knows his own limits now, yet you do not. So you're always running off challenging much bigger people, and the Wanderer is always chasing after your ass to save you.

"I could have taken him! "He was 7 FEET TALL AND HAD THREE SWORDS"

You two are constantly bickering with each other like an old married couple.

Yet the moment someone dares to make a negative comment about one of you, the other is going ham on their ass.

This was a lot of fun! I hope you enjoy <3

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[spacefinch]

Favorite quotes from the original MSB books

(Yes, these are all real quotes!)

Alex: I couldn't find any rocks.

D.A.: I found one, but my dog ate it.

John: Your dog ate a rock?

Ms. Frizzle: This whole cave is made of limestone. Can you find more fossils here?

Phil: Here's one, Ms. Frizzle. (gestures at D.A.)

D.A.: Knock it off!

D.A.'s revenge:

Ms. Frizzle: This rock used to be shale. It was changed to slate. Slate is harder than shale.

D.A.: This rock is very hard. (Knocks on Phil's head)

Phil: Cut it out!

Arnold: What is your favorite rock?

Phoebe: Rock and roll!

(Ms. Frizzle is saying hi to one of her scientist friends.)

Florrie: She calls him Jeff?

Shirley: He calls her Valerie?

Tim: They went to high school together?

Alex: That must have been in prehistoric times.

Ms. Frizzle: Doesn't learning about oceans make you happy, Arnold?

Arnold: Actually, it makes me feel kind of crabby.

"This is my sculpture of a HUMUHUMUNUKUNUKUAPUA'A, a fish that lives in Hawaii. The name is longer than the fish." (by Alex)

"Pardon me, please. I have to rescue a school bus." -- Lenny the lifeguard

Carmen: Look! A school of fish!

Fish: Look! A school of children!

Another kid: You're not afraid of the dark, are you, Arnold?

Arnold: Who, me? I love the dark. The dark is my friend. Can we go home now?

"Those worms look just like spaghetti."

"Did we have lunch?"

"Please. I just lost my appetite."

Amanda Jane (seeing a brain coral): Look! It's your brain!

John: No, it's yours. I heard it's been missing for years.

Arnold (thinking): Leftover fish fingers? Ick!

Arnold (out loud): I'll swap you these terrific fish fingers for that horrible peanut butter and banana sandwich.

John: Forget it!

"Children, prepare for landing. Please remain seated until the school bus has come to a complete stop." -- Ms. Frizzle

Janet: My school is taller than your school. Our swings are better than your swings. My teacher is weirder than your teacher.

Arnold: Who wants a tall school?

Alex: Look! It's a UFB!

Janet: A what?

Alex: An Unidentified Flying Banana.

Janet: I was in a national jump-rope contest. I won, of course.

Wanda: Is there a national bragging contest?

Janet, reading Ms. Frizzle's lesson plans: "There are thousands of rings around Saturn, class."

Gregory: They look like the grooves in a phonograph record.

Wanda: Saturn is the grooviest planet, man!

Arnold: We could have been lost in space forever!

Arnold's mom: Eat your salad, honey.

Phoebe: At my old school, we didn't have all these projects!

Keesha: At my old school, our teacher didn't dress like that!

(The kids are about to sneak into a beehive)

Gregory: We're taking a big chance.

Carlos: I'll buzz to that!

D.A.: The queen [bee] lays up to 1,500 eggs a day.

Michael: Wow! That's one egg every 58 seconds!

Carlos: That's eggs-cellent!

Wanda: Thank goodness for that last metamorphosis.

Carlos: Thank goodness we changed back to our real selves.

Wanda: I just said that.

D.A.: That's not a real scientist!

Ralphie: (holding a drawing of Dr. Frankenstein) But he's famous!

Ms. Frizzle: In the time of Copernicus, most people thought the Earth was the center and the Sun went around it.

Tim: Today we know the Sun is the center.

Ralphie: I thought I was the center of everything.

Wanda: We noticed that.

Ms. Frizzle: Class, we are here in the city of Pisa, in the year 1610.

Ralphie: Wow! A whole city of pizza!

Wanda: She said Pisa, Ralphie. Not pizza.

Ms. Frizzle: Class, Newton's math is very advanced.

Carlos: Someday, I'll explain it to you, Ms. Frizzle.

Florrie: Oh no! Not the octopus dress!

D.A.: I conserve paper by writing on the back.

Ralphie: I conserve paper too-- by not doing my homework!

Wanda: Why is Ms. Frizzle taking us to a lightbulb?

Carlos: Because she doesn't want to go to a heavy bulb. Get it?

[goldendiie]

quick update about the shirt - I went back to that store to show my cousin how atrocious that thing is, I started looking for it and... I found another shirt LMAOOO. and I bought it. and I took a photo of both of them for you. the brain worm won today 🫡

these shirts actually go so hard. major slay.

[ladyyatexel]

My step dad's family is really into gambling and casinos and card games and all of that kind of thing but particularly lottery scratch off tickets.

Every year on generic winter holiday we are given two or three scratch off tickets. I often look at the dollar amount these things cost and think I wish you would have just bought me a doll instead.

I scratched all of my cards, which is at least satisfying, and I won nothing. My stepdad won $200. I sat there thinking that was deeply fucked up. And I guess he thought so too because when I went out to my car after he had put an awkward bag in the back seat for me the $200 lottery ticket was on the console between my two front seats.

I tucked it lovingly into my SketchBook since my Sketchbook is often the one thing I can count on myself to need and keep around and open regularly and not lose track of.

I was in the car because I was driving to my aunt's house which is part of a whole other story, but the main takeaway was that I got $20 on a ticket someone gave me there.

I went home feeling very loved and very safe and comfortable although in a shit load of pain so nothing made it back to its brain worms assigned place. The next day I felt like roadkill but that was fine because I didn't have to be anywhere. Yesterday, however, I ran out of toilet paper because I forgot in my Euphoria at having made it to the dairy section the other week that I also needed to pick up toilet paper. And I decided hey while I'm grabbing that, I can cash these lottery tickets, nifty.

I opened my SketchBook and all that fell out were my original tickets - all complete losers.

Immediately I hear my step dad's voice saying to me, "I love you, use it wisely," when he saw me notice the ticket in my car and I think oh God not only did I not get to use it wisely I didn't get to use it at all because I couldn't even hold on to it for 24 hours I am a disgrace.

I looked through bag I was given. I looked In Pockets I was not wearing at the time. I turned every page in my Sketchbook individually. I called my aunt and shamefully asked her to go through her garbage in case I might have thrown away the wrong bag of tickets.

After about a half hour of this I thought well fuck I'm at least going to have to go down to my car in the dark and in the cold and see if they fell between some seats down there. I reached for my keys which were not on their brain worms approved hook. Foreshadowing to a future Tale.

But I also noticed on that hook and mail sorter kind of thing was my wallet in the spot where it is supposed to be with winning lottery tickets sticking out of the side of it. I apologized for so rapidly swinging from the unimaginably rational thinking ahead end of the swing all the way through to the complete dumbass who doesn't look for a money ticket in xyr money holder.

Today, @love-lays-bleeding came over and I was going to jump to the grocery store to grab the few things we needed with the assistance of grocery carts which I just forgot were an option for me because I haven't used them in like 15 years. Which I would have loved to do.

But I could not find my keys.

[rowenabean]

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#5

It's that time of the year again! And no I don't mean Halloween I mean Bird of the Year time! That time of the year when New Zealanders come together to duke it out for the role of Best Bird (te manu rongonui o te tau) and also experience voter fraud and controversy

(last year there was no voter fraud but there WAS controversy that a species of bat was a) allowed to compete and b) won. I eagerly await this year's controversy, it's sure to be good.)

This year I am supporting the tawaki/fiordland crested penguin, because Those Eyebrows. I'm pretty sure you don't have to be in NZ to vote, please join me in supporting him! (ideally in a non-fraudulent manner, but you do you)

47 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#4

I absolutely loved Terry Pratchett's Bromeliad trilogy as a kid and it turns out it has infected me with brain worms, still can't see a roadworks sign without thinking "Road Works Ahead? Sure hope it does!" or see a shop sign without thinking about the dreaded Prices Slashed stalking the corridors

66 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

#3

There’s a GP in NZ who does these amazing embroideries representing medical conditions (also lots of uterus-related embroideries which are amazing) and please look at my favourites!

(images: the first image is an embroidery of a hand skeleton with thistles growing out of it. The second image is also embroidered showing part of a pelvis and upper femur with the interior of the femur replaced by honeycomb.)

These are rheumatoid arthritis and osteoporosis - rheumatoid arthritis is a very painful autoimmune arthritis which usually affects hand joints (as well as other joints in some people); osteoporosis is bone thinning/weakening.

I bought two of her uterus prints (menorrhagia/shark week and menstruation) for my clinic room and please check them out here!

120 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

One of the things I really like about Terry Pratchett is the way he talks about death? Like when I was a kid it was just a joke how Death is in every book (or close to? I’m not sure) but then I became a doctor in my mid-twenties, and was utterly caught by how close to death I walked in my day to day, and how much it was not something I could share with anyone I knew (underneath about age 70). But Terry got it. And that was when I found I pulled out the witches books - and especially Tiffany Aching, and A Hat Full of Sky - and read and reread those passages because somehow he understood what it was like to be the person standing next to the door and holding it open for someone else to pass through

171 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mānawatia a Matariki!

Today we get a brand new public holiday in NZ which is firstly fun because mostly all our holidays are in summer, but also because it's the first holiday that celebrates specifically Māori knowledge - different regions have different stories but in many regions this is the start of the new year

This is a fantastic article about matauranga Māori/indigenous knowledge from the astronomer who has done the most for bringing it back

"From a Māori point of view, there’s no use understanding something in science unless you go on to understand how it’s connected to everything else. A piece of knowledge can be taken out and explored on its own, but, for us, it only has real purpose and meaning when it’s all stitched together in one fabric."

267 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

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[misswoozi]

the brain worms won today (for my happiness /t1da

OP, you singlehandedly launched me into my Lover Era a month or two ago and I feel like I owe it to you to bring some WLW Taylor fics to life lmao some might end up being for Twice or Gfriend or EXID over Soshi but ivy really belongs to SooSun and to you!

[timoswerner]

foden's goal should be ruled out on account of his awful hair

[spectersinthesnow]

almost bought the fugliest shirt today purely because it said new jersey on it ………

[venusvity]

₊˚  🌙 ♡𓂋 ☄️  。ﾟ✷ THE SOUND OF VENUS !

DEBUTING IN 2018 UNDER ANGELICO ENTERTAINMENT, VENUS seemed destined for greatness with the instant classic, SHE DEVIL. She Devil got the girls their first win just THREE DAYS after their debut. The song remains a classic in their discography.

Riding off the success of their debut, the girls came back with their first mini album “BREAK IT” selling 200,000 copies in just the first week of being available. DOOMCHITA was a chart topper but many believe it only achieved this due to mass streaming not because the song is actually that notable.

While already successful and notable rookies in Korea, BATTLE ROYAL began their journey to international fame and began the well known and adored VIDEO GAME ERA. Battle Royal won 7 music show awards and sold 250,000 copies.

Their third mini album, PLAYER ONE, sold 266,000 copies while FEMME FATAL remained on the charts for 304 days as well as winning the girls 12 music show wins. A beloved era due to the girls creative freedom and aesthetic.

With their first full album, LOVE SIMULATOR, they wrapped up the video game era with a bang, selling 340,000 copies of the album sold. LOVESICK, while charting well, was deemed as uneventful and forgettable by fans despite the girls loving the song and music video.

After member Nakyung was placed on a hiatus in the beginning of 2020, the group came back as four with the mini album “WORMS 4 BRAINZ” taking on a quirkier and upbeat concept. This comeback performed phenomenally despite many missing Nakyung. The album sold 380,000 copies and BRAIN WORMS won 6 music show wins.

Their first ever digital single, BAD GIRL, was released a week after the announcement of Nakyung’s departure. Many deem it as damage control and were angered by its release. Due to this, it charted lower than usual. Still, it won 3 music show wins.

With the addition of member HARLOW KIM who goes by the stage name, SENA, in 2021 the girls released their second full album 475℃ and most ICONIC songs to date: SUMMER LUV! Despite a line up change, this album is their highest selling album with over 1,100,000 copies sold as of today. The song won 17 music show wins and song of the year as well as being a deemed THE summer anthem.

JUST MY LUCK is the first repackage album of VENUS. While selling and charting well, it was no match for it’s older sister, Summer Luv!, becoming forgotten once the era was over. Many refer to this as one of their best songs and was ahead of her time. The song won three music show awards.

Competing with Summer Luv! as their most popular song, their fifth mini album ILLUSIONS with the title track under the same name. ILLUSIONS sold 965,000 copies and is their longest charting song, remaining on the chart for 483 days. The song won 7 music show awards and is another VENUS CLASSIC.

Being their busiest year it seems, they dropped their third full album, THE HOURGLASS, with a time traveler concept that Twitter devoured. TIMES TICKING won 6 music show awards and sold 823,000 copies.

SUNNY SIDE UP is the sixth mini album of VENUS with the instant classic ASAP as its title track. The song won 10 music show awards and the dance went viral across social media, many doing covers of it and performing it on variety shows.

Making their first comeback of 2022, PLANET OF LOVE is the seventh mini album with YOU MAKE ME as the title track. Many saying the defined the sound of the fourth gen with this sound and concept, winning 13 music show awards.

A mixed bag with fans, ??? was the title track for the eight mini album “GOTCHA” which was under the creative direction of the now hated by constellations ADRIAN REYES. No one can agree if they love it or hate it, solidifying that the song only charted because it’s VENUS putting it out not because it’s that great. Still, it sold phenomenally and got 6 music show wins.

With ADRIAN REYES leaving the VENUS team and creative control put back in the girls hands, they released I AM THE TREND with the title track, FEARLESS. The song won 13 music show awards and sold 933,000 copies, being one of their highest selling albums to date.

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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