#why can’t I just get my shut together Jesus is it really that hard??

[recklesssturniolo]

Still Hate Me? - C.S

Chris version of hotel , enemies x lovers, dom!Chris , shortish (don’t hate me I’m sorry)

NSFW, leave if you’re a minor

My head snaps up as I hear the hotel room door open and slam shut, my eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Chris.

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” I growl.

“Your room? This is my room” He responds.

“No it’s actually not Nick texted me that this room is mine” I reply, shoving my phone in his face with Nick’s message displayed.

“Fuck me. Great looks like they put us in a room together” He says, rolling his eyes.

“No shot, this has to be a joke” I say, immediately texting Nick.

It’s silent as I impatiently wait for a text back from Nick, glaring at my phone once I see his response simply say “Sorry😚”

“What’d he say” Chris asks.

“Sorry with a kiss emoji. This is my living hell” I mumble.

Chris sighs before stating he was having a shower before bed. I take his absence as time to change into my pjs, getting comfortable underneath the blankets before he returns. Glancing up, my eyes widen slightly as I see him with just a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets dripping onto his chest from his hair. I quickly look back down to my phone, not wanting him to catch me staring, but frustratingly noticing how attractive he looked.

He walks back into the bathroom and I shut my phone off and roll onto my side. Feeling the bed dip as he laid down.

“Stay as far away from me as possible” I say.

“Don’t have to tell me twice” He responds.

I close my eyes, but can’t help but picture how good Chris looked when he got out of the shower. Fuck sakes why was I still thinking about that?

Unaware of the time, I’m awoken by the noise of quiet moans and a grinding against my ass. Looking over my shoulder I see it’s Chris, seemingly asleep. I had to be dreaming there was no possible way Chris was having a wet dream and using me to get off.

“Chris!” I almost yell, shaking him.

“Jesus Christ what is your problem” He replies, his eyes half open.

“You’re literally grinding your dick against me and moaning” I tell him.

“I - what? You’re lying” He says.

“I’m positive you could just feel how hard your dick is and know I’m being serious” I respond.

“I uh, I’m sorry I didn’t even realize I was doing any of that” He mumbled, his voice quiet.

There wasn’t much use denying it turned me on, but my mind couldn’t figure out whether to act on it or not.

“Mm it’s fine. I kinda liked it” I replied, trying my best to act as if that was a normal statement.

“What?” He questioned.

I turn over, now facing him, only slightly able to see the outline of his face, “Said I liked it”

He places his hand on my cheek, his thumb toying with my bottom lip, ���Yeah?”

I nod in response, noticing a smirk grow on his face before his lips smash against mine. Our tongues clashing against each others as I feel his hand slip underneath my shorts.

“Can I?” He asks through the kiss.

“Please” I mumble back.

His hand, almost torturously slow makes it way down to my heat. I whimper leaving my mouth as his thumb makes contact with my clit and he begins moving slow circles over it.

Moving his hand lower, I feel him smirk before mumbling, “By how wet you are you really must’ve liked that”

“Chris” I whine.

“What is it? Use your words” He says.

“More, I need more” I respond.

“Yeah? Sit on my face then” He tells me.

“What - are you serious?” I ask.

“Dead serious, get to it” He replies.

Not wasting anytime, I slip off my shorts and panties and allow him to position himself before I move so my pussy is above his lips.

“Don’t by shy, sit” He demands.

I lower myself onto his face, a gasp leaving my mouth as he licks up my pussy. His hand tightly gripping my ass as he sucked on my clit.

“I - fuck Chris feels so good” I moan.

“Tastes so fucking good” He mumbles back.

I whimper as his begins flicking his tongue against my clit, my hands gripping tighter onto the headboard as he did so. He flattens his tongue against me, tasting as much of me as he could.

“I need you” I whine.

He pulls away, “Need me to fuck you? Desperate for it aren’t you?”

“Yes Chris please” I whimper.

Without another word he flips me over and pulls my ass up towards him. I hear the sound of him shuffling around before his tip makes contact with my pussy. He teases me by sliding his dick up and down against my core.

“Stop teasing fuck” I moan out.

“You gonna be a good girl and take all of it?” He asks.

“My god yes just fuck me already” I respond.

With that, he slams himself into me, a loud moan leaving my lips. The pain of my pussy stretching to fit him mixed with the pleasure sucking the air out of my lungs.

“I - god you’re so big” I moan.

“Taking me well so well pretty girl” He groans.

He holds nothing back, his grip tightening on my waist as he slams into me. The groans falling from him mouth only making it better. Without warning he pulls out, an immediate gasp comes from me as he did.

“Chris what the fuck” I question.

“Ride me. I wanna see your tits bounce as you bounce on my dick” He says, once again flipping me over.

I begin positioning myself over him before he stops me.

“Shirt off” He demands.

I nod and do as he says, my need for him causing me to complete forget to remove my top.

“Good girl” He says once my tops off, his hands moving to play with my nipples causing my head to tilt back.

I align myself with his dick and lower myself onto him. A moan leaving my mouth as I fully say.

“So tight holy fuck” Chris groan, his hips thrusting upwards.

I begin bouncing myself on him, the slight ache in my legs being nothing compared to the euphoria spreading through my body. Chris’ hips thrust up to meet mine, syncing himself with my movements.

“I’m - fuck I’m gonna come” He groans, “Look so fucking good on top of me”

I say nothing but in response pick up my pace, my own climax growing within me, practically begging to be released.

“On 3 okay?” I moan.

“Fuck okay” Chris growls, his grip once against tight on my waist, his eyes not leaving my body for even a second.

Counting to three, I moan out as I come, my legs now shaking and my nails slightly scratching his torso. I watch as Chris throws his head back, his eyes clenching shut as he continuing matching my movements with his thrusts, soon coming to a slow, eventually stopping.

Both of our highs finishing, before I get off of him, he pulls me close and connects our lips again briefly before pulling away.

I lift myself off of him, a quiet whine falling from my lips as I did. Laying myself down beside him.

“I can’t believe that just fucking happened” I say.

“Don’t even try denying that you loved it” He responds.

“Wasn’t gonna, that felt beyond good” I reply.

“Still hate me?”

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[louloulemons-posts]

Missing You

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie misses his favourite girl.

Word count : 0.7k

Warnings : Toothrotting fluff, Eddie being clingy, pet names, minor mention of sex, minor angst if you squint, a kiss, reader calls Eddie Edward lmao, fluff fluff fluff.

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“See you later Wayne,” Eddie shouted out to his uncle as he headed off to his night shift. He heard the older man speaking to his favourite girl as he went.

“Hey Wayne,” said her sweet voice.

“Hiya Sweetheart, you have a good night okay.”

“You too, don’t work too hard.” Wayne’s soft laugh echoed through lightly and he heard the front door shut again.

Sliding her shoes off and putting her bag down on the couch, she called out for her boy, “Eddie.”

“In here baby.” Soon enough his bedroom door was pushed open and there stood his love.

“Hey pretty girl,” he smiled softly, she was slightly disheveled, hairs sticking out wildly, but still so beautiful. “Whatcha working on?” she motioned to the guitar on his lap. “Just trying to figure out this piece, but it doesn’t matter, come to me.”

He placed the red guitar on the bed next to him, and held out his hands to her. Walking into his space he rested his head on her stomach, wrapping his arms around.

“How was work?” he mumbled.

“Same old, Saturday shift so busy,” she smiled, running her hands through his curls. “Missed you,” he spoke gently.

“You okay?”

“Can’t I miss you?”

“No you can, just wondering. Let me get changed and we can cuddle okay?”

He whined as she pulled herself from his hold. “The sooner I get changed the sooner you can have me back,” instantly he let her go, so fast that she stumbled slightly. “Jesus babe,” she laughed.

Taking her clothes out of her designated draw, Y/N spoke, “What do you want to do tonight? Steve and Robs are heading to the movies after work, we could join them?”

“I thought we could stay here, hang out.”

Popping her head through the shirt she cocked her brow, “Okay what’s up with you?”

“Nothing!”

“Edward,” she sighed, walking back over to him, now in sweats and an old tee, “baby what’s up?”

Taking his face in her hand she met his beautiful chocolate eyes, like a baby cow she’d tease. “I just miss you.”

“Eddie I’m right here. We see each other nearly every day. At school, we hang after school, I come here.”

“But it’s never just us anymore! It’s us and other people : Dustin, Gareth, Robin, Wayne, god damn babe, even Steve Harrington,” he exclaimed, flailing his hands dramatically.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re horny?” and asked, softly rubbing her thumbs on his cheeks, “Babe we can fix that.”

“No! It’s not that, I mean I love doing that, but I just want you .. just us, to spend time together. I miss you,” he closed his eyes, embarrassed by the outburst.

Gently she sat down on his lap, legs wrapping round his waist, pulling his head to rest in her neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“What? Eddie no! You have nothing to be sorry for. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than lay in bed and cuddle with you.”

“Really?” he asked, coming out of her neck to look at her face. Nodding, smiling slightly, “Really, I love spending time with you Eds, you’re my favourite person. Honestly I’ve been missing you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I feel like with work, and school and friends. We’ve been seeing each other but we’re not really SEEING each other, you know?” she explained.

“Exactly! I just miss us.”

“Hey, you listen to me Edward Munson, we are still us, we just need to be us in private rather than with other people. I have an idea,” she said, as he gently played with the hem of her shirt. “Hm?”

“I’m gonna go call Robs, get her to cover for me, then I’m gonna call my mom and tell her I’m with Robin.”

“Why would you do that?” he asked as she stood up from his lap. “Because we are having a sleepover, and tomorrow we’re gonna hang out all day, and you’ll be so sick of me!” she grinned, kissing his cheek.

Turning around to run to the phone, she was pulled back by Eddie who stood up. Taking her face in his hands he kissed her softly, “I love you so much my sweet girl.”

“I love you Eddie Munson. Now put your guitar away, I’m you to be ready for cuddles when I’m back.”

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[steddieas-shegoes]

pining long enough

for @steddiemicrofic prompt 'pine' wc: 508 | rated e | tags: mutual pining, love confessions, making out, frottage, getting together

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“Jesus Christ, Steve. How long have you been pining?” Eddie said breathlessly as his back hit the wall.

Steve’s hands were everywhere, everywhere except where he wanted them most.

“Long enough.” Steve’s fingers tugged on Eddie’s shirt. “Take this off.”

Eddie needed a second, maybe a day.

“I just.” Eddie cupped Steve’s face in his hands to hold him back, his lips still pouting out like he was interrupted mid-kiss. “Slow down for a second. You went from barely talking to me to begging me to take off my shirt and leaving a bruise the size of Indiana on my neck. What’s happening right now?”

Steve huffed out a sigh. “I want you.”

“I’m gathering that. But…why?” Eddie was being so fucking strong right now, being the bigger person, being the more reasonable one. It was so unlike him, he almost checked his own forehead for a fever.

“Because you’re Eddie.”

“Yeah, and that’s not really clearing things up for me. That’s usually why people don’t want me,” Eddie searched Steve’s face, looking for any possible clue as to what could have happened to make Steve’s lips meet his in nothing short of a desperate kiss.

“Because I’ve spent months trying to keep my distance and I can’t anymore!” Steve’s body deflated, his shoulders curling into himself.

Eddie pulled him into his chest, not wasting a moment when he could be comforting him, not when Steve so clearly wanted this.

“I kinda thought you couldn’t stand me,” Eddie said quietly as he rubbed Steve’s back.

Whatever hunger he had a minute ago had left, the heat gone as Steve breathed slowly against him.

“I can’t stand the way I turn to an even bigger idiot around you.” Steve pulled back and looked at Eddie, eye to eye, his breath hot against his lips. “Robin calls it Eddie Brain. Dustin thinks the last concussion just made me stupid.”

“No he doesn’t.” Eddie argued. Just when Steve took a breath to argue back, Eddie kissed him.

“You can’t kiss me to shut me up,” Steve mumbled against his lips, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s neck, hands curling into his hair.

“Seems like it’s working right now,” Eddie mumbled back.

They got lost in it for a while, keeping a slow pace while their hands mapped scars on skin, lips found new places to taste.

They were both hard, Eddie could feel Steve’s length against his thigh, but they weren’t chasing the finish line, they weren’t rushing to be done.

Everything Eddie’s done has been rushed, quick enough that whoever he was kissing didn’t have time to think about what they were doing.

But not this.

Steve slowly rutted against his thigh, seeking friction, letting out whimpers as he took what he needed.

“Want my hand, Stevie?” Eddie whispered after a few minutes of this. “Can get ya there faster.”

Steve shook his head. “No, just like this. Feels good.”

“Been pining after me for months and now you wanna take it slow?” Eddie teased.

“Wanna take forever with you, baby.”

[roanniom]

I have this thought that Eddie doesn’t really like when girls are all over him at shows. Like it just makes him uncomfortable to have people swarming him like they don’t even care about the music. And he doesn’t LIKE making you jealous. BUT when you come to his shows he loves how possessive you get after watching all the girls try to get his attention afterwards, loves when you hang all over him on the drive home, barely waiting til you get inside before your hands are down his pants and you’re biting his sweaty neck and remind him he’s yours. And he’s such a jerk about it too, acting all innocent like “what brought this on?” when he’s clearly getting what he wanted this whole time.

Eddie “What’s Got You All Worked Up” Munson is my absolute favorite. I love him so much but also how dare he play dumb.

I have my hand down your pants, sir, because after seeing other girls fawning all over you, I need to remind you who the goods belong to.

Easily

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, semi public sex, hand job, dirty talk, mild jealousy/possessiveness but everyone is faithful and trusting ultimately

You’ve got him shoved up against a wall in an alley behind The Hideout, placing sloppy sucking kisses to his pulse point.

And the bastard is just grinning and moaning.

“Fuck, baby. Need me that bad after all that?”

“Shut the fuck up, Eddie. The whole block will hear you,” you chide him, even as your hands start undoing his belt. Eddie chuckles and gropes you through your clothes.

“Thought that’s what you wanted. Why else would you be trying to fuck me out in the open like this?”

You jut your chin out indignantly.

“I’m not trying to fuck you out in the open,” you contradict. Eddie’s brows knit together in confusion.

“But then what are you - fuck,” he cuts himself off when you wrap your hand around his cock, gathering the already leaking precum from the tip with your thumb.

“I’m gonna jerk you off in the open. Remind you who’s the one who gets you off so easily, pretty boy,” you say with a cheeky grin. Eddie’s face has flushed a brilliant red and his chest is already heaving though you’ve barely touched him.

“Jesus H Christ,” he moans, this time quieter and a lot less performative.

You love him like this. You love him at his loudest, too, of course. When he’s a motormouth dirty talking a mile a minute.

But you just can’t get enough of the other side that shows from time to time. Like right now as he watches you with big, wide, hazy eyes. His wet lip quivers, mouth parting on a gasp. His hips roll up into your grasp, thrusting up into your hand. The leaking, aching length of him throbbing as you tug.

When his hands grip hard at your arms and his eyelids start fluttering you up the ante.

“You gonna cum already, pretty boy?”

“F-fuck…yeah…I’m…fuck…”

You speed up your hand and he bites back a groan.

“Told ya. I’m the one who gets you off the easily, yeah?”

“Yeah, oh god—.” Before he can continue getting louder you surge forward and capture his mouth in a kiss. Well, it’s a one sided kiss, because I’m a second he’s thrown over the edge, cumming all over your hand and mashing his open mouth to yours with an aimless desperation that has you preening with pride.

He shudders in your arms and you wait till he takes a deep breath to pull back. Eddie leans back against the wall, sweaty and with his hair beautifully and obviously mussed up.

While he tucks himself back in his pants, you lift your hand to your mouth and lick his cum off your fingers like an ice cream cone.

“Oh fuuuck,” he intones, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches in his hand before he shoves it back in his boxers, trying to will away the resurgence of lust. When you’ve licked your hand clean he grabs and you and try’s to steer you to his van. “Okay we’re leaving.”

“Woah woah woah, not so fast,” you say, digging your heels in to stop him. Eddie seems flustered.

“You don’t want to get home so I can return the favor?” he asks. He leans into your space with a grin. “I know you, and I know those panties have gotta be soaked by now, Princess.”

“Oh they are. I want to ride you till you can’t cum anymore, pretty boy,” you say with a smile that has Eddie swallowing audibly. He tries to tug you to the van again but you laugh and pull him back. “Buuut. First we’re gonna go back in there. You’re gonna buy me a drink, and you’re gonna let all those other girls see how beautifully disheveled you look.”

For good measure you run your fingers through his hair again, messing it up further. Eddie laughs at your audacity and leans in to give you a kiss, one almost too chaste for the current situation.

“Fine by me. What’re you drinking, m’lady?”

[lovecanyon]

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enews After Harry Styles and Y/N L/N’s make out in Tokyo, Styles is finally seen back in Los Angeles. He was spotted leaving Y/N’s Los Angeles home just last night sparking up more dating rumors.

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yourinstagram date night ❤️

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ynupdates Y/N attended a VIP party for a golf tournament with Harry Styles recently!

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[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 3

A/n: Chapter 3 yay. Ngl i got feels towards the end. This is a sweet one. I kind of love the Band of exiles dynamic.

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“Great, Cassian will pick you up in the morning”.

“Ok” you say between bites. “I have to get some things done before morning, but try to sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow” she stands and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Ok so maybe this Rhysand can help. Hopefully.  If they are really worried about an unguarded portal then maybe they’ll hurry to send me back and close it up. The thought brings you a bit of peace. Finishing the stew you get up from the bed and place the bowl on the dresser. You look in the mirror and decide that you can’t wear the dress tomorrow,it’s far too long and, honestly, riding side-saddle was terrible, so you resolve to dig up your leggings and sports bra. Now that they have fully dried, the mud and sweat created a layer of crust and the smell… Ew. You bring them to the bathing room and scrub them until  they have returned to their normal color. Hopefully they’ll be dry by morning. An idea pops up. You take the damp clothes down the stairs and place them near the crackling hearth. I’m so smart. Then remember the bowl left on the dresser, groaning to yourself as you walk back up the stairs, pick the bowl up and return it to the kitchen. 

Jurian is sitting at the table with a cup of tea and a book. He looks quaint, much different then the rough looking man you’ve seen the last day. He looks up, sensing someone in the room and his eyes land on the bowl in your hands. “Beef stew is my specialty,” he says with a sly smile. “It was delicious, thank you” walking over to the basin, you wash the bowl and set it to dry with the rest of the dishes. “Tea?” He asks and motions to the pot on the wood stove. “That would be great, actually” you pour yourself a cup and sit down next to him. The tea is mint and there is another flavor that has hints of lavender. You breathe the scent in and try to ground yourself. Finding that if you are not doing something or talking you spiral and begin to think about home. Home. It's been more than 24 hours now. They probably think I’m lost in the woods. You shake your head and ask Jurian “are you human?” He looks up from the book and says nothing. You open your mouth and close it and then say “sorry, I just noticed that you have round ears and Lucien has pointed ears and also Vassa has round ears and the man from earlier had round ears but he had wings and… well in my world all humans have round ears so I'm guessing you’re human and if this is an offensive question I’m sorry. I'm rambling now. I’ll shut up” you look away and sip your tea. Maybe solo travel completely stunted my social skills. Oh god kill me now. Jurian chuckles “it’s fine, yes I’m human, Vassa is also human but she’s been cursed to be a firebird by day, Lucien is High fae and Cassian is Ilyrian. Any other questions?” About a million. “Vassa is a firebird by day?” That seemed like the most important detail. “Yes, it’s a long story though, and it’s also not mine so if you want more details ask her” fair enough. “Ok… how old are you?” He looked like he could be in his mid thirties but something about him felt off. “About 500” you choke on nothing and look at him wide eyed. He chuckles “I’m sensing a follow up question so I’ll elaborate. Yes I’m human, yes I’ve been alive for 500 years. How is that possible? Well 500 years ago there was this war that was fought by humans against the fae and I did some… bad things that got me dismembered and kept conscious in the ring and necklace of this truly awful female. Anyways, there was another war recently where a very powerful king found the cauldron and harnessed its power to resurrect me. Well, to put me back together and now here I am” he motions to himself and smiles bright. Jesus. “And I thought my life was hard, why did they resurrect you?” He sighs “The king was unhappy with the result of the last war and wanted me to help him invade the human lands and enslave the humans.” You put down the cup and ask “So there is no war happening currently?” “No, not right now but Koschei,he’s another powerful king, is up to something. Not sure what it is though”. “I see” you fiddle with your thumbs and ask another question “Vassa said that I’m supposed to go to the Night Court? Is it far?” He nods “ah, that’s right. Rhysand wants to question you. I suppose you have no idea where anything is. Come with me” he stands and walks out of the kitchen and crosses the house until he reaches two double doors. 

When you walk in you see shelves and shelves of books. Oh my god it’s a library. Sick. “Here we are” Jurian says as he pulls out a large book titled “Geography of Prythian and its Surroundings” he opens up and gestures to the bottom of the page. “We are here, these are the mortal lands, pretty self explanatory. You showed up around here” he points “that is the Spring Court, there are seven, as you can see. The Night Court is all the way up here” he points to the north of the map. “Wait, so how am I going to get there tomorrow? That’s at least a few days by horse” he hums. “I’m pretty sure it's only a few hours by flight”. Oh no. There’s no way. “What?” “You’ll be flying, hope you’re not afraid of heights” he smirks, sensing your fear. “And if I refuse?” “Well, they are your best chance of getting back home. If you think I’m old just wait till you meet some of the people at Rhysand's court. They should know something about portals”. “That’s great” you say in a monotone voice. “Listen, I’m going to call it a night but feel free to stay here if you want”. You nod as he walks out of the library. There’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep tonight. You resolve to stay and read the book. Gleaning as much information about this world as you can and not taking note of the time. You doze off on the chair and wake up to the sound of the book hitting the ground. Taking a deep breath and putting the book away, you make your way to your room and fall into a deep dreamless sleep. 

The next morning breakfast is the same: warm bread, cheese and tea. Lucien sits in front of you as you scarf down the meal, having woken up very hungry. “Do they have food where you’re from?” You swallow and scowl at him, “of course we do. We have bread and cheese and tea and chocolate and coffee”. I miss coffee so much and it’s only been two days. “Well you’re eating like a woman starved” you sip your tea and roll your eyes. “Why are you so grumpy? And if you must know I think I’m stress eating. It’s a normal reaction for someone in my situation. Is pie a thing here? I could really go for some pie right now” he seems unimpressed. “I’m not grumpy and yes pie is a thing here. I’ll see what I can do to find some, we are a bit secluded from the nearest village” you beam. “Really? You’d get me pie?” he nods “oh thank you!” You can’t help yourself as you get up from your chair and throw your arms around him in a hug. “I haven’t gotten you anything yet” you straighten up “but it’s the thought that counts”. 

“When is this Cassian guy supposed to get here?” you ask Lucien as you pack your bag for the trip. You suppose it’s only a day and you’ll be back by nightfall but you want to have your things with you just in case and having a water bottle and snacks is always handy. “Soon” you groan “but when-” before you can say anything else a knock comes from the front door. Lucien goes to open it and reveals Cassian waiting on the other side. “Sorry I’m late, the morning got away from me. If you’re ready we can leave now” he finishes looking at you. You get up and put the bag on “I’m ready”. 

“Ok so how does this work?” you ask Cassian. “Well I’ll carry you in my arms and then I’ll take off. It’s a little scary at first but I’m not gonna drop you. Promise” He flashes you a grin and you let out a shaky breath “Listen, I am terrified of heights so please, no sudden movements” he nods curtly and holds out his arms for you. You step closer and hear Lucien snicker at your visible discomfort. “Stop it, Lucien!” you whine as Cassian grabs you and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. “Ok, I’m ready” you scream as he takes off. “It’s ok, the take off is the bumpiest part” you try to speak but nothing comes out as you see how high you’ve gotten in a matter of seconds. You press your eyes shut, refusing to look down and try to steady your breath. I am at home watching tv. I just fell asleep. This is just a very long and convoluted lucid dream. “So tell me, how’s life with the band of exiles?” Cassian attempts to make conversation “Uhm… it’s fine, ah! They have been very nice and accommodating. Whoa!” you hold on even tighter as he dodges some rain. This is all the rain’s fault. Stupid rain. “Sorry and I’m sorry for offending you yesterday, it was not my intention” you gulp “it’s ok, I’ve been on edge recently, ha ha” you shut your eyes again “how much longer do we have left?” Cassian looks at you and you don’t see the pity in his eyes as he answers “about an hour” kill me now “oh god”. 

When Cassian finally puts you down you nearly collapse in relief. “Come on, the meeting is through here” you follow him inside the mountain building and try your best to keep up but his legs are probably twice as long as yours and you’re also still a bit dizzy from the flight. “We’re here!” he says as he walks into a dining room full of the prettiest people, or fae, you’ve ever seen. The male with night black hair and purple eyes says “yes the guest of honor, please sit” you nod and sit next to Cassian. The group all introduce themselves and then the female you now know as Feyre asks you “y/n please tell us, with as many details as you can recall, how you got here” and so you tell them. Trying your best to remember all of it. The rain, the wind, the rocks, the mushrooms. Rhysand then says “can you show me?” you look confused so he elaborates “I can access your mind and see everything you have seen, I would only be accessing that memory though” you nod “do i just sit here?” “Yes, it won’t hurt and it will only be a second” you look around and feel a gentle scrape within your mind and then you’re back in Scotland showing Rhysand what you saw. When he’s done you sag a bit, having to relive your last moments on Earth had been unsettling to say the least and watching yourself in a third person point of view made you want to scream at your past self to just stay on the path. I should’ve just kept walking. Rhysand showed Feyre and Amren and then Mor and then Azriel. “I’ll see what I have about portals, but I’ll warn you that I have never heard of traveling to a whole different realm. Other worlds, yes, maybe. A portal from point A to point B within the same world, of course. But this… this has bigger implications than anything I've seen before” Amren says matter of factly. Your eyes sting and your breathing becomes shallow. She can’t be right. “I’ll tell Nesta to get a group of priestesses to help research” Feyre says and then Cassian adds “I think we should add a patrol to the clearing, the weakened Spring Court borders and the portal business seems like a great opportunity in the wrong hands”. Rhysand and Feyre nod “I can send a few of my spies down there tomorrow” Azriel. “Y/n, you’re free to stay wherever you'd like. But we have a few rooms here if you want to help with the research. I’m sure Lucien, Jurian and Vassa have been very hospitable but they are pretty isolated and I’d feel better if you stayed here”. You try to take it all in but the despair… the sorrow is taking over you and you feel numb. They’re going to think I’m dead. A few tears fall and you nod, “I can stay, but I’d like to get some things I left at the house” . You were mainly thinking of the only change of clothes you had and saying goodbye to the exiles that had offered you shelter when you needed it the most. 

[suneeater]

making it up to you + bokuto

✉︎request: Konnichiwa! I just stumbled on your blog and slightly stalked it too ^^ I would like to request a few dating headcanons for Bokuto Kotarou and possibly how he would make it up to you after a fight? Thank you mwahh <3 (@satoruswifeyyy)

✎a/n: our very first request omg!!! this made us all so happy to see ilysm <3 im so glad you enjoy our content! we def don't mind stalking our blog lol. also i got like super carried away and this is basically a full on drabble. oops!

✰warnings: cursing, fighting, hurt/comfort

Fighting with Bokuto never happens; the two of you argue, but you don’t fight. Neither of you have it in you to be cruel to the other, and it’s hard to find a reason with Bokuto that you’d really even be mad at him to the point of fighting. On the rare occasion that you are mad at him, it’s easy to sort things out before they even have the chance to escalate

But things had been different recently, and it’s left the both of you stressed and overwhelmed. With his career suddenly skyrocketing, and you facing your own struggles with work, it’s been hard for the two of you to spend any quality time together

You start communicating less and less, focusing purely on making it through the day. It doesn’t help that the limelight has been on him recently, and he’s started to garner all sorts of public attention and cultivate a growing fanbase. You’d love to lie and say you’re happy for him, but the truth is that it leaves you feeling insecure. Now that he’s really becoming someone, will he still need you? 

It’s like he doesn’t even notice that you’re feeling the effects of it all, but you’re not sure if it’s right to blame him. He’s been so absorbed in practices and games and training, learning how to balance it all on top of now having a public reputation to moderate and maintain. He’s always been so good about checking in on you, but everythings changing all at once and it’s like you’ve been cast to the very back of his mind

All the stress and insecurity explodes one night. It begins with a simple conversation, but the bitter undertones of feeling abandoned light a spark that’s never been present in your previous arguments, and with every remark it grows until you’re in a full on fight with each other

Before you know it you’re in a screaming match, “How could you just ignore me? Are you seriously so busy you can’t even answer my phone calls? You’re not like this, why have you changed?”

“Jesus, I thought you’d be supporting me. You know how fucking hard I’ve worked; this is just part of it, why don’t you understand that?”

You go back and forth for what feels like hours, going in circles and repeating yourselves just a little louder each time as if whoever can yell the loudest will be able to get it through the other’s skull

The final straw is when Bokuto has had enough; he’s been exerting himself all day long and simply doesn’t have the energy to continue a fight you picked with him as soon as he walked through the door. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t recognize. “Whether I even met you or not, I’d still be here today. I don’t need you for this”.

Stunned, you freeze. Your next remark dies on your tongue and you feel your heart sink into your stomach. Without another word, you retreat upstairs to the bedroom. 

When he sees the way your face contorts in response to his words is when he knows he messed up. Bad. All of the anger in him is suddenly gone at the realization that he’s hurt you; not just because of what he said, either. Letting it sink in, you had every reason to be upset with him, and he can’t believe he was too dense to even think about how you may be right. God, he’s the worst

He wants to run up after you, but all he can do is sink down to the couch and think about everything he said to you. He can’t get the phrase out of his head. I don’t need you? 

What a lie

You shut the door as softly as you can, occupying yourself with a bedtime routine to keep yourself from crying. Your cheeks aching from the way you bite them when tears prickle the corners of your eyes, you settle into bed when there’s a knock at the door

But you pay it no response, feigning ignorance. You can’t stop thinking about what he said. Your worst fear was just confirmed; he doesn’t need you. Now that he’s on the rise, he doesn’t need you. Not anymore

He comes in anyways, creeping into the bed beside you. You keep your back to him, careful not to move. You know he can tell that you aren’t asleep, but you ignore him anyway. It hurts too much to even be perceived by him

On top of the covers, he stares daggers into the back of your head, pleading with you. “Baby- baby please. I’m so sorry”

The seconds feel like hours. He can’t stop letting it ring in his ears and it’s so shrill, it hurts. What’s going through your mind? Do you hate him now? Are you going to leave him- oh god, it probably sounded like he was breaking up with you. He wants to reach out and touch you so bad, and it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself as to not further disturb you

But when he sees the way your pillow dampens and can finally hear sniffles over his own pounding heart, he breaks. Snatching you into his arms, you see tears pool in his own eyes

“I don’t know why I said that - I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know, I didn’t mean it, god I’m just so stressed. Of fucking course I need you, y/n… I need you like I need air, I don’t know why I said that”. 

Unable to avoid eye contact with him, you can’t hold back anymore. Sobbing, you struggle to choke out your words. “Am I… am I not enough for you anymore?”

Oh my god, is that what he made you think? He’s almost too stunned to respond, his hold on you tightening. He has to momentarily hide his face away in the crook of your neck, ashamed to cry after what he did to you. “Oh god, babe, yes you are. You’re always enough - more than enough. Nothing will change that…”

Wiping his eyes clear, he moves one hand to cup your face, directing your vision to his. “I never meant for any of this; not to leave you so lonely… God, I didn’t mean any of that. You’re what got me through this, please… Even if I were to get here without you I wouldn’t be the same, y/n… I’d be miserable without you”. 

Sighing, avert your gaze from his again. It’s overwhelming. “Kotaro… I didn’t mean to pick a fight. I’ve just been so lonely, you know? And you won’t pick up the phone, and I’ve been so stressed too; except it didn’t feel like you were there for me”.

“I know, I know… I’m so sorry. It was all unintentional… You’re always on the forefront of my mind, I’m just… not thinking. It’s a big change…” He can’t help but sniffle. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Letting his words sink into your eases your tensed muscles, and you fall deeper into his embrace. Truth is, you wanted to forgive him the minute he knocked on the door. You felt in your gut that he’d be taking it all back; after all, this fight was so unlike him. But that’s what made it so scary, too. 

“I think I already have. But hey-” you playfully punch him in the arm. “Don’t ever say some stupid shit like that again, yeah?”

He smiles, but it’s much softer than his typically toothy grin, bittersweet and genuine. You spend the rest of the night trying to make it up to each other, with him rubbing gentle circles on your tear stained cheeks, hoping to ease the raw sensation you’d imposed by wiping so many tears away. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep beside him, Bokuto murmuring in your ear a million apologies he hopes will creep into your subconscious. It’s only in the morning that he can make himself pull away from you for just a second, but the moment he does he’s pulling at his phone and calling in sick. Sure, his job is important, but he’s lovesick and can’t do a damn thing about it

[autisticlancemcclain]

“I cannot believe you did this to yourself.”

Lance is frosty. He is mad. He is glaring heavily at Keith’s bare torso, where he is gently — ever so gently — cleaning the large gash stretching across Keith’s ribs. His hands are steady, like they always are, but his teeth are chattering, even as he tries to clench them.

“Of all the gall-brained, idiotic things to do. Jesus fucking Christ. It’s worse because I know you’re smart, you fucking imbecile, so I don’t know why you tried to do that!”

Keith keeps his mouth shut. He lets Lance yell, lets him rant, although his hands remain steadfast and his touch never gets rough. Lance is right, this time, and also Keith feels bad. Keith knows he fucked up. He knows he pushed himself too far, he knows he didn’t think about consequences, knows he let his anger consume him.

Keith feels a droplet hit his skin, outside of the damp cloth dabbing at his wound. He blinks, finally lifting his head to look Lance in the face, and is more shocked than he has a right to be to see the steady tears dropping down the Cuban’s face.

“I just…”

For the first time, Lance’s hands tremble. He notices immediately, pulling away from Keith’s skin and busying himself with re-wetting the cloth.

“I don’t understand. Genuinely. Why would you do that to yourself? Don’t you…”

Keith never finds out what he does or does not do, because Lance’s breath hitches, and he chokes on a sob before he can finish his sentence. Keith rushes forward on instinct, trying to make pull Lance into a hug to rub his shoulder or anything, really, but the movement pulls on his torn skin and he yelps, collapsing right back to where he was.

“Don’t fucking move, you’ll only make it worse,” Lance snaps, glowering at him through red and puffy eyes. He twists out the cloth, draining the excess water. His hands have stopped shaking, but tears still leak heavily out of his eyes, and every other breath shudders.

The guilt churns in Keith’s stomach, forming a lump in his throat. He flinches Lance presses the cloth to his chest, even though he doesn’t press hard. Lance mutters an apology, loosening the pressure a little.

“I’m the one that’s sorry,” Keith whispers. “I really am, Lance. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about how dangerous I was being.”

“Then what were you thinking about, Keith? Because when I walked in that room the only thing that I was thinking was that I was going to watch my best friend get killed right in front of me!”

Keith carefully reaches over and pries the cloth from Lance’s clenched hands, tossing it to the side. He slides his own hands in the space left behind, holding onto Lance just as tightly as he was gripping the cloth.

“Hey,” he says. “Lance. Look at me.”

It takes a few minutes, but eventually he does. Keith quirks a small, sad smile when he meets those dark brown irises, squeezing their hands together three times in quick succession.

“I’m okay. I’ll need a couple stitches, maybe an hour in the pod if you think that’s best, and then you can give me all the shit I deserve, okay? You can even tell Shiro and Allura so they can yell at me, too.”

Lance’s face crumples, and he lets out another sob. “It’s not about the fucking yelling, Keith, it’s just — I can’t lose you, Keith. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t—”

Keith can’t watch Lance break down. He can’t watch Lance cry like this, he can’t watch the despair play through his face. The terror in his eyes when he first walked into Keith getting nearly slaughtered by the level-way-too-high training bots will already haunt him every night. So he does the only think he can think of.

He leans in quickly, careful of the pull on his skin, and presses his lips to Lance’s. He cradles his face in his hands, as gently as Lance was touching him earlier, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from Lance’s cheeks. He tilts their heads, trying to find the most comfortable angle.

Lance makes a sighing noise into his mouth. Keith doesn’t know if it’s a good sigh, not at first, but then Lance drags his hands halfway to Keith’s shoulders, mindful of his gash. His fingers flutter over Keith’s skin as his hands twitch, every time their mouths move. Keith moves one of his hands from Lance’s face to curl their fingers back together.

“You’re not forgiven just because you kissed me,” Lance mumbles between kisses.

“I know.”

“I’m still furious.”

“I know.”

“…I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Lance.”

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Thirteen (Part 2)

“You’re here.”

He stares at me with a completely unreadable expression. I’ve never seen that look on his face before. “Yes.” He says flatly. “I landed an hour ago.”

“Jen’s out of surgery.”

“And?”

“Well I don’t know, Michelle is with her. Where are her parents?”

“They’re probably sitting at home watching TV, I don’t know. Why?”

I blink. He’s like a wire pulled so tight he could snap at any second. “I was just wondering.”

“They’re not in contact, Evie.” Shane explains gently as he tugs me down into the seat beside him. “She’s not talked to them for years.”

“Oh right.”

Jude sinks into the seat opposite. “They don’t approve of her, so she’s lived with Michelle since she was fifteen. The Tengus are her family.”

Meanwhile, Colette is marching around looking for answers from the nurses, who are telling her all of the same things that they already told us. Jen is recovering now, only one person at a time to visit her, they can’t tell her any more information. It’s a chorus of I’m sorry we can’t share that information with you, and that’s reserved for family only. 

“Tell me what happened.” Jude says, eyes flitting from me to Shane to Simon. Simon speaks first. 

“Well, it’s not all completely clear yet. We were hoping she could tell us herself once she came around, but she was with Pamela before it happened. Something must have happened there, another of their arguments, maybe, but Jen left in her car really early on Tuesday morning. She was drunk, and probably pretty high too. The car hit a telephone pole and the door caved in against her. She’s broken bones all along her right side and a pretty bad concussion. The seatbelt was a bit twisted up too, so the side of it did some damage to her chest and neck.”

Jude’s head is in his hands. “Jesus, she’s so lucky she wasn’t killed.”

“Yeah man, I know.”

“Where’s Pamela?”

“Don’t know, she hasn’t come in yet. We’re expecting her to appear at some point, surprised she hasn’t shown up already.” 

“Has someone phoned her?”

“Nah. You hardly want to try that again, do you? Went so well the last time.”

Jude grunts, and his eyes squeeze shut as he pokes his fingers into his forehead like he’s fighting the world’s biggest migraine. “Fucking hell” He just says to himself. “I didn’t know it was still so bad, I thought that it was better between them now.” 

Simon says nothing, but his eyes flash quickly, guiltily, to mine. 

“They fight a lot?” I wonder, even though I kind of already know the answer. 

“Yes.” Jude replies. “At least they used to, I didn’t know about anything recently. There is something wrong with Pamela. She’s a deeply messed up individual. I just can’t believe it’s ended up here.”

“I know.” I say, and he squeezes his eyes shut again and hangs his head low, and I feel like I should comfort him, rub his back or hold his head to my chest but I can’t, because how things are left between us, how everything feels wrong, thanks to me, and my propensity to ruin things, so we all sit in silence, and we wait. 

Colette leaves eventually, tired of poking for information and receiving nothing of value, and she tells Jude that she can pick him up whenever he wants to come home, and he tells her he’s likely be a while and can get a taxi if he needs to. She gives him money. 

When Michelle emerges from the ward, jittery and watery eyed we four climb to our feet, and she walks straight into Simon’s arms and cries. 

“She was so vulnerable.” She says. “So broken. It was so hard to see it.”

“Is she lucid?” He says into her hair. 

“Yeah, a bit, but she was so tired. The last forty minutes she just slept and I kind of just sat there beside her.” She sniffles and wipes her nose, and then sees Jude next to them and tries to gather herself quickly. “Oh, you came.”

“I did.” 

She steps away from her boyfriend to give Jude a hug, and she fits in nicely under his chin while they hold each other like people who spent a year together doing just that. “This is awful.” she murmurs. 

“Yeah, it is. I didn’t know.” He holds her at arms length. “Was she drunk behind the wheel?”

  “Yes, but-” She gives him a meaningful look. “She was more than drunk.”

He says with resignation, “Okay, yeah, makes sense.”

“You can go in and visit her if you want to, but she’ll probably just sleep for the next few hours. The surgeries took a lot out of her, I think, and she’s all bandaged up on one side, and bruised and stitched…”

“Might be better to give her some time to rest.” He concludes, and the way he speaks to her is so gentle, as though still carrying some of that old affection he had for her once upon a time. And even as she snuggles back under Simon’s arm, and what they had once is long gone now, she’s soft, familiar.

Jude rakes a hand through the front of his hair. “I just don’t understand where this came from, I thought that things with Pamela were fine.” 

Michelle shrugs.

“I haven’t heard anything about them. When you called me in November you said that everything was fine, I just… this is so out of the blue.”

She’s chewing on her thumbnail as he speaks, and Simon’s hand tightens on her shoulder as she blurts out “She asked me not to tell you things.” 

He stiffens. 

“She said that she was worried that you’d get upset, and that she was fine to deal with it on her own, and that she really didn’t want you to know.”

My eyes flit from him to her and back, and then I quickly scan the faces of Simon and Shane, two of the most uncomfortable men on planet earth. 

Jude clears his throat. “So you… um, you just went along with that? No issue?”

“She felt like you got too emotional.” Michelle rationalises “She was upset because of that time you phoned Pamela, and she felt like you went too far and was worried that you’d do it again. You knowing everything really wouldn’t have made a difference, there’s nothing that any of us could have done to stop this from happening.”

“Yeah but she’s my best friend too, she doesn’t have anybody but us, and I asked you to let me know what was happening with her.”

“I couldn’t go against what she asked, Jude.”

“She asked you to protect her so that she could stay with Pamela and continue being abused.”

Michelle hesitates. 

“And you agreed to.”

“There was nothing else I could have done. I was scared that she’d stop talking to me too, and then she’d have nobody left.”

“This is how it always is, Shell.” There is an edge of frustration in his voice now. “You’re too soft with her, you just go along with her and encourage everything she does.”

“And you’re too emotional!” She bites back. “You lash out and you’re destructive, and that’s why she doesn’t want to speak to you. You think that you can just fix everything by being direct and upfront and demanding answers, but actually, look at where that got you in this situation. You were too righteous about what Jen should do, and you called up Pamela to give out to her and in the process you lost your best friend. I’m doing what I can for her, I’m giving her support.”

“She might have died in that accident.”

“Even if you still talked to her you wouldn’t have been able to stop that from happening.”

“I could have tried.”

She steps out from under Simon’s arm. “Well, maybe, but you weren’t here. As usual.”

“As usual?”

“Yeah, you weren’t here for her at all for the last four years. I was. I was trying to keep her steady and on track the entire time while you were away in Berlin, running away from everything that’s hard, as usual. If you cared you’d have stayed.”

“That’s unfair.” He says breathlessly as though she’s kicked him in the guts. “That’s so unfair. You can’t use that against me.”

“I’m just holding up a mirror. You ran away from her, and, actually, all of your responsibilities. You’re a coward.” 

There’s dead silence after that, and my body prickles in the charged air, and I can tell that nobody wants to be the first to move a muscle.

“Nice to know that’s what you really think.” Jude says eventually. “Good to get it all out there in the open.”

Michelle steps forward like she’s ready to launch another attack on him but Simon holds her back by her shoulder and shakes his head. “I think that’s enough, lads. Actually, it’s a bit much already.” He looks at Jude. “Here, man, none of us saw this coming. Yeah, there were fights, but we didn’t think it’d go like this. I’m sure Michelle would have told you if she knew things were heading to this point, but really, the only really bad thing that happened was this time that Pamela left her in this house in Wicklow, and it ended up being fine, we came and got her. Evie drove us down and nothing had happened to Jen. It wasn’t a story worth telling.”

I feel like I might be sick as Jude turns the full force of his attention on me for the first time since he arrived. The look in his eyes makes me flinch. “You hid it from me too.” He says. 

My voice is humiliatingly high pitched. “She asked me not to tell you about it.”

I watch a dozen emotions cross his face, a slideshow of the complex things he feels about me at this moment. Hurt, anger, betrayal, resignation, this new sleight only serves to make everything worse. I never called him, I never cleared things up between us, I left him hanging in Berlin after he laid his feelings for me out at my feet, and now I’ve gone and done this. His eyes go so dead. “Yeah. Okay. That’s cool. No worries about that. I’ll be back in a while” He says, and he pushes out of the double doors and into the carpark. 

We stay for an hour or two more, before Shane starts getting restless and tired from being up all night and we decide to go. Jude has not come back, and I’m relieved not to have to face him again as we gather up our things and head for the doors, waving goodbye to Simon and Michelle who are parked back in the plastic seats once again, scrolling through their phones and picking forlornly at the leftovers from their canteen lunch. 

One half of the sky is dark blue and the other is grey, with enormous dark clouds rolling in from the west. The television in the corner of the waiting room warned about a storm all day, the tail end of a hurricane from America that threatens to wreak havoc over Ireland for the rest of the week. Shane unlocks his Fiat from a distance just as I spot Jude sitting on a bench by the steps. His back is facing us. I tell Shane to wait in the car and I approach him. 

I know that Jude is still mad at me by the shape of his shoulders. He doesn’t turn around to look at me, but just sits there quietly sucking on the butt end of a cigarette. I mentally prepare myself for the icy look on his face when he turns around to acknowledge me, but he doesn’t. He stubs the cigarette out on the metal arm of the bench and as I stand behind him, feeling like some kind of a ghost, I start to feel queasy again. 

“Hey I’m sorry.” I say, because it seems like the right place to start. “I’m sorry that I kept secrets from you about Jen. She asked me to, but I should have thought more about what was the best thing for her. I understand that you were worried about her and you care about her, and by me withholding information I really broke your trust. You have to know that I didn’t do it intentionally knowing that you’d be hurt by it, don’t you?”

There’s no response, so I edge closer hoping to catch sight of a sliver of expression, but all I see is his blank face, that scar on his eyebrow, the curve of his cheekbone. “I’m sorry that I just seem to be a bit shit lately, in general, and I’ve been thoughtless, but you should have told me what was really going on with Jen. I didn’t know anything about how consistently bad it’s been with Pamela, or that she didn’t have family to support her. I didn’t know that you and Michelle were the only ones who really looked out for her wellbeing. I would have understood why you might have wanted to know how she was doing if I had all of the information.”

I want to touch him, but there’s something electrically charged about him that gives me pause. He still doesn’t speak, and I swallow hard as I get to the worst part of what I wanted to say to him. “And also, not that this is the most important thing to you right at this moment, I’m sure, but I’m sorry that I left you hanging in Berlin. It was really cruel of me, and I know that it took a lot for you to say those things to me. You just caught me off guard, I didn’t know how to respond in the moment, and then as time went on it felt even harder to think of the right things to say. I have difficulties around relationships. I’m not like those girls who can just have normal and easy romances. It gets loud and messy in my head when I try to think about anything even close to being vulnerable with someone, and I feel so bad if I caused you suffering because of that.” 

I think I might cry. “Your friendship is really important to me. I don’t want to ruin it. I’m afraid to ruin it.” And I finally reach forward to touch his shoulder only for him to flinch with surprise, so I yank it away again and cradle it in my other hand as though it’s been bitten. “So… well, that’s all I have to say. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I hate it. I’m so sorry.” I’m not used to being iced out like this. Even with Kelly, who was a professional sulker, enough cajoling and “sorrys” with the correct amount of conviction could always get her to come around, but apparently not Jude. I can’t even get him to react. 

“Please speak to me.” I finally say, and I feel pathetic and needy. “Don’t ignore me, I can’t take it.”

He clears his throat. “You want to be friends?”

“Yes!”

“I wish you had just said that, then. That’s fine.” It doesn’t really sound fine, but his voice isn’t as cold as I had expected it to be either, so that’s a small victory.  “I don’t mean to upset you, I’m just overwhelmed by everything at the moment. It’s not really got much to do with you.”

“Oh.”

“Well, alright it has a bit to do with you.” He admits. “Seeing as I confidently ended a relationship to declare my feelings, only to be way off mark. It was embarrassing. But if you want to be friends, yeah, maybe I can do that. Just let me have time to think about it.” 

“Okay.” I still can’t really see his face, so I shuffle around to get a less obstructed view of his profile in time to see his expression crumple. “Is that really what you want? Just friendship?”

No. No no no never. I’ve never wanted just that, but I don’t say that, because I’m almost sure that if I tried to, the words wouldn’t even come out. “Maybe it’s easier that way?”

“Yeah, fine.” He says.

“Okay, so-”

He lets out a long, laboured sigh and shakes his head. “Sorry, I just don’t want to talk about this right now, honestly. I have other things on my mind, like how my best friend almost died in a car accident, for example. If you want to talk about us being friends or whatever, let’s talk at the weekend.” 

I burn hot with the humiliation of this conversation. Of myself, of my neediness for his approval. Of course I’ve done this, of course I’ve taken a difficult moment and made it all about me. I reach for him once again, and to my surprise he puts his hand on top of mine as soon as it rests on his shoulder. He squeezes my fingers. “Don’t feel bad.” He says. “You can’t help what you feel.”

I feel my lip start to tremble. “Jen is going to be fine. You’re so good to have come to see her.” 

“Of course I did.” he says. “She’s my best friend.” 

“Can you let me know how she is when you get into her ward?” 

“I will.” 

“See you, Jude.”

“Yeah. See you.” 

I cross the carpark and climb into Shane’s car, and he gives me a consolatory pat on the shoulder with his big, warm hand. As we pull away and under the barrier we look up at the sky to the dark, angry clouds still rolling in. 

“Big storm, they’re saying.” He comments. 

“Yeah. Won’t be long now.” Fat raindrops start to fall onto the windscreen at that very moment, and we head south towards home. 

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[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

GO TO BED

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

GO TO SLEEP

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie can’t sleep and she’s bored.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: none.

Word count: 600

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Annie was laying on her back looking at the ceiling, her small 5 months-belly was on the way. Earlier that day while she was out with Andy and Jake shopping she saw a pregnancy pillow and beg for Andy to get it, to which he replied: you don’t need that, you have been sleeping fine. And she was, but with time it was getting more and more difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep. She turned to her side and saw her husband’s body, who was peacefully sleeping.

“Andy.” She poked Andy’s back a couple of times. “Andyyyy.” She said a sing song voice. “Pst, Andy, wake up, I wanna ask you something.”

“Huh? Who’s this?” He turned, eyes still closed.

“It’s me,” she giggled, “You know, Annie, your wife.”

Andy muttered something under his breath as he buried his face in the pillow.

“Hey, I gotta ask you something!”

Andy opened his eyes and blink a couple of times before he could recognized her figure. “What…What time is it?” Andy turned to take his phone, “Oh my god! Honey is 4 a.m.”

“Yes, I know, but like this is very important.”

“Fine,” He groaned lifting himself up on his elbows, “What is it?”

“I was thinking, maybe when the baby is born when can go to Disneyland.”

“With a new born?” He answered gravely, “Sounds like a nightmare, good night, honey.” He lowered himself back down, ready to go back to sleep.

“Hey!” Annie shook him and he got up fast.

“Who?!”

“Just me again. Can’t sleep, can we like watch a movie or something?”

Andy whined and groaned loud as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fuck off.”

“Rude! If I can’t sleep it’s because of you, you got me pregnant, remember!”

Andy went back to sleep while Annie was still wide awake.

“Hey, baby” She shook him once again, “Would you love our child even if it’s a spider?”

“A SPIDER?! WHERE?! FUCK! WHERE IS IT?!” He jumped out of the bed holding one of his pillows.

“Nowhere! Jesus, calm down!” Annie knew how much Andy hated spiders, he was terrified of them. A bit silly for a man his size, but who was she to judge. “There are no spiders.”

“Then why would you say there was?!” He said as he climbed back to bed.

“I didn’t! I asked you if you would love our child even if they were a spider.”

“No, Absolutely not!”

“But is our baby!”

“Why are you asking me all of this shit?! I’m trying to sleep! It’s late, I gotta get up early tomorrow for work, honey. Please! I beg you, please go to sleep.”

“Well I’m sorry for wanting to talk to my husband about important matters! You clearly don’t love me anymore!”

“When did I say I didn’t love you?”

“You said you wouldn’t love our baby if they were a spider, if you don’t love our baby, you don’t love me either.”

“Honey…” Andy was trying really hard to keep it together, he understood the mood swings and the hormones, but he was tired, “I love you, I do. And I will love our baby even if it is a fucking minion, but I need to rest. If you go to sleep now, I promise I will buy you the pregnancy pillow, but please, just shhhh already!” Annie nodded, “Thank you!”

Andy laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, when she heard Annie giggling.

“Now, what?”

“I got my pillow, hehehe.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me!”

[itsmymeaningoflife]

I know it’s weeks late but 11x20 review

* the flashbacks of Daryl and Carol moments through the seasons and Carol being a badass is making me sob

* Look you know I’ll always be a Caryler through and through but Zeke might have been one of the best thing for Carol. He was genuinely sweet and loving and open with her and she needed that. But like I say. Caryl for life

* That’s my queen 🥰 fighting off those men with a baking tray and a rolling pin was ICONIC

* Carol is so pretty when she’s running from the Law

* Hell yeah Carol went straight off to find her man (went off to find Daryl even though Zeke go nabbed from right under her nose might I add. I see you miss girl)

* Daryl bro that’s a bit embarrassing that you’re getting choked out.

* Carol handing Daryl’s crossbow back to him🥺

* Shut up Pamela I literally don’t care

* Okay Yumiko go off. Smack that bitch

* DOG NO

* Daryl immediately trusting Carol in her plan to get Hornsby >>

* Once again I ask myself - is Tommi hot or is he just British?

* On a side note Tommi and Yumiko are amazingly cast siblings. They look so similar (even down to the CHEEKBONES) and have similar mannerisms

* CONNIE!! Hey girl!! Long time no see. I need more Connie and Kelly content. Best sibling duo

* Oh my lord I will never be over how seamlessly Daryl and Carol can work together without even speaking a word

* Hornsby is cracking the fuck up Jesus

* Daryl bro Hornsby looks like he’s enjoying being choked out a little too much

* Carol pushing Daryl off Lance was SO FUCKING HOT

* DARYL WATCHING AS CAROL SOFTLY THREATENS HORNSBY AHHHHH

* Lance asking Daryl to carry him was the funniest fucking scene ever why did no one mention this. I’m pissing. I had to pause the ep. The slightly unhinged flirty undertones? The pissed off but slightly taken aback look on Daryl’s face. Carol man handling him. Cracked me up

* The brief

* shot of blood covered Hornsby with Daryl over his right shoulder and Carol over his left is a beautiful piece of cinema.

* Carol stopping in fear when Daryl is being shot at— not much phases this woman but put her man in danger then she’s gonna panic

* “Not without you!!” !!!! The looking back at each other as Carol leaves!! The final glance!! The fear!!! God these two

* Daryl’s look of relief as he watches Carol leave!!! Knowing he might die in this shoot out but knowing that Carol made it out is enough!! The brief sigh and droop of his head as he turns away from watching Carol leave before springing back into action!!! I can’t deal with these two anymore

* Was Pamela really expecting to keep Sebastian’s Walker in that cell forever?? That’s fucked up

* Lance telling Carol that she was right to leave Daryl behind and he was slowing her down…. And asking who else could do what she just did??? Now I’m not saying I agree with Lance… but I low-key agree

* Lol Carol pulling a gun on Lance after he mentioned Daryl is peak simp energy

* CAROL ONE CHANCE IS ALL I ASK I CAN TREAT YOU SO MUCH BETTER THAN DARYL DOES GIRL

* I’m sorry but I’m not that attached to Eugene so his whole story isn’t hitting these emotional beats for me. I do feel bad for him tho

* “It’s hard to find someone like that, someone you’d do anything for.” And then Lance goes on to compare his feelings for Pamela to Carols feelings for Daryl. AND THEN asking Carol what comes after all the trouble at the commonwealth?? Bros I’m not being funny but like… I don’t think cannon is lost just yet. This convo might be important

* “I know you.” Then in the next breath “Will you let the commonwealth burn?… yeah of course she will. Any of our group would for the safety of their group

* Lance, I’m telling you now, DO NOT hold the kids well-being over Carols head

* That slow mo peely Walker was v cool

* THE MUSIC!!! THE RELIEF ON CAROLS FACE WHEN DARYL SHOWS UO TO SAVE HER!! The shot of him walking through the light!!! Her Guardian Angel!!

* Hell yeah they did get away!!

* Okay Yumiko pop off. Big respect

* That look between Carol and Daryl when Lance mentions the tracks and the train

* Lance stfu these two don’t need you for a single second

* My parents are so hot when they threaten Lance in tandem

* Daryl stepping forward like an attack dog the second Carol says “we’ve heard enough.” They’re so in sync I love them

* Yes Carol take him down. I love her. Nothing but respect for my queen

* Carols little disappointed shake of her head as she gets into the truck after killing Lance honestly makes me think she respected the game he played. He made the wrong choice in the end tho

* Oh my god have they drugged them all?!? That’s awful

That ep was brilliant. A bit bitter sweet knowing we could’ve had way more of that content in the Caryl spin off but what can you do about it aye. Hope isn’t lost just yet

[trollprincess]

Okay, so. Episode six of Wolf Pack:

THAT is why Blake doesn’t have a phone? That’s … that’s ridiculous. A phone didn’t break up her family, it was her dad being a loud abusive git and her mom cheating. THAT is what broke them up. C’mon, Blake, I know you’re a teenager, but I was hoping you were vaguely possessed of common sense.

Speaking of Blake, at least she and Phoebe made up, I guess. Tia murmuring at Phoebe and Phoebe being all, “Oh, shut up,” was super-cute. Too bad for all the eating.

Sooooo. Baron? Darren? Whatever his name is. I just … okay. I mean, it’s not the worst storyline this could have followed, but whatever.

Okay, you can’t tell me you brought in Gideon Emery to act his ass off in ONE episode and that’s it. I refuse to believe it.

Look, at least the previous mid-riff baring numbers FIT. That embroidered-looking thing Luna was wearing in the barn looked terrible.

As someone with an anxiety disorder, watching Everett be put on the spot like that at the party made my anxiety kick up HARD. Stop DOING that to him! Even if he’s not medicating and he feels better it’s still THERE.

Harlan has very fluffy hair. Because it’s full of SECRETS. And BAD GAY FLIRTING.

Why do I feel like the twins’ “real” father is going to show up in the last episode at the last moment so next season can be him trying to get his kids back? Which, of course, will only be an acceptable plotline if he does so by negotiating custody with Garrett and then the two fall in love after the pack thinks they’d make a cute couple and Parent-Trap them into getting together.

I don’t KNOW why I’m still watching, okay? I know I’m a sucker for “teens growing into their powers” stories, but I also know about shows run by Jeff Davis and how this way madness and bad writing lead.

Everett’s dad is very nice and genuinely concerned, and I’m just wondering when the fucking divorce will come because Jesus hopscotching Christ, y’all.

So SMG protecting the werewolf. Trying to capture it for testing or something? Still monster-hunting with a side business in murdering security guards? I … I don’t know anymore.

Remember the ice rink? Just the core four on TW going and having fun by themselves, even though there were bad things out there, being silly, enjoying themselves, everybody’s sober? Not that everybody NEEDS to be sober, mind you, but I feel like we went from “My mom does all the grocery shopping” and a natural lack of swearing given where TW aired to “Everybody at this party is higher than the the original Woodstock crowd” and “I can curse on Paramount Plus!” followed by a string of swear words even my curse-heavy vocabulary is impressed by. I don’t know, I guess I just miss the ice rink because it felt like that was more character-developing than the party at Tia’s and less like someone put [insert rave here] in the script and a supervisor came along to whack the writer with a newspaper and say, “No! Bad writer!” and had them fix it to … er, this.

On the one hand, shame Phoebe died. On the other hand, was it really necessary to drag the actress across a glass ceiling in a bikini top which was already threatening to structurally collapse in the last episode, much less during a blood-soaked body haul?

I’m going to need all these generic white boys to start wearing name tags. Except Harlan, who is fluffy, and Shaggy Napoleon or whatever we’re calling Luna’s horrible taste in men.

I’m not saying this show could make me a lot happier if the pack end up a polycule (obviously not Harlan and Luna together, but Luna/Blake and Harlan/Everett would be worth it), but I’m not NOT saying that either.

[lieutenantwilliamrusso]

It Will Come Back 9

Warnings: Stalking, 18+ minors DNI

A/N: I am the queen of commas

The thing is, Billy still follows you home. He follows you to work, too. He walks just far enough away that you don’t feel his eyes, but he can still watch the way your skirt swishes around your thighs, the way your skin glows in the early morning sun. He always makes sure you get inside safely, before leaving to start his own day.

As he drives to work, he feels the pull, the thing he’s been avoiding for weeks. The more time he spends with you, the stronger it is, begging him to hunt you, claim you. He knows he should wait, this full moon will be the first of many with you, but the feeling grows and grows. He’s been thrown in head first, and he can’t see the bottom.

When Billy arrives at work, he does his best to focus on anything other than the urges, the sweet smell of your cunt, your eyes when you smile. He instead contemplates bugging your office at work, so he can call or come see you when you look stressed. He’s avoided putting them in your apartment, but now he’s not so sure. He’s already on thin ice with the stalking but he still can’t find it within himself to feel remotely bad about it. About you.

Frank chooses to invite himself into Billy’s office in that moment, seating himself in front of Billy with all the authority of someone who owns the place. Billy squints at him, waiting.

“You talk to her yet?” Frank asks.

Billy lets out a sigh, really not in the mood to revisit the issue.

“No, man. And I’m not, at least not until after the moon.”

Frank looks distinctly unimpressed at that answer.

“So what are you gonna do, Bill? You gonna hide from her? You think that’ll work?”

“I can’t dump this shit on her, Frank! It’s too soon. She’ll run.”

“She’ll be more afraid when you blindside her with it. I’ve seen the change in you. You want her, bad. You’re not gonna be able to stay away from her, not then.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Billy snaps.

“You do. Make the right one.” Frank says.

When Frank leaves, Billy launches his stapler across the room, letting it land in pieces across the floor.

-

You haven’t seen Billy in a few days, and you miss him. It’s strange, the way he’s taken up residence in your brain and worked his way down into your heart. You’re in your office, computer screen black as thoughts of Billy flash in your brain. What is he doing right now? Is he happy? Has he eaten today? You know he works himself too hard, and while you respect his tenacity, a bigger part of you wants to wrap him in blankets and keep him safe from anything more than a nice long nap.

It’s ridiculous, the way you want to care for this dangerous man, a werewolf who could certainly rip you limb from limb with minimal effort but you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad about it. About him.

An hour later he calls and asks to see you after work. You refuse to regret the way his desire to see you sends tingles down your spine.

-

When you open the door to Billy, he looks nervous, almost, hands clasped together and eyes solemn.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, now nervous yourself.

“We should talk.” He says.

“What, you're breaking up with me already?” You joke, but there’s icy fear pin-pricking down your spine.

“Jesus, no. Come here.” Billy says, entering and shutting the door behind him.

He wraps his arms around you, settling his nose against your neck like you’ve become so accustomed to. He holds you for a few moments, arms tightening a little before he pulls away. He brings you to sit on the couch, settling himself next to you.

“What’s going on, Bill?” You question.

“You know the full moon is Friday.” He begins and you nod. “When that happens, I have to turn for the night.”

“Okay.” You begin. “So you won’t be around this weekend?”

He huffs. “Something like that. But I need you not to be around either, ok?”

“Why?”

“Because my wolf, he…misses you. And he’ll come find you. It’s not like when I was Duke, Y/N, he’s…wilder, more feral. I don’t want you get hurt. So if I come here Friday night you do not answer that door, do you understand me?”

You really don’t understand. You get the feeling again, the one that tells you he’s not telling the whole story and today you’re in the mood to push.

“You love doing this.” You say.

“Doing what?” Billy questions.

“Not telling me everything. You’re taking to me like I’m a fucking kid, Billy.” You’re suddenly truly pissed off, jaw clenching and hands balling into fists.

“Y/N it’s not-“

“What? If you find me you’re gonna kill me or something?”

“Or something.” Billy retorts.

“You tell me what’s really going on or you get out.” You give the ultimatum firmly.

Billy nods, eyes dark and expressionless. He stands and moves to the front door. Before he opens it he turns back to you.

“I’ll tell you soon, sweetheart, but I can’t right now. I’m sorry. I just need you to promise you won’t open that door.”

You close your eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. When you open them he’s still watching you, desperation leaking into his features.

“I promise.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Then he’s gone.

-

The rational part of you knows that Billy is trying to protect you, but your petulant side is shining through. It's Friday afternoon, just after work, and you’ve locked yourself in your apartment with ice cream and shitty romance movies. You’re in mourning, lamenting the makeup session you could have had with Billy if he was around. You’re proud of yourself, though. You set a boundary successfully, even though nothing lights you up more than Billy being happy. Despite his desire for you, the man in question is pretty closed off. He answers your questions but it’s strategic, the real, painful truths underneath dodged gracefully. It’s ironic, the man who invades your personal space and stalks you can’t even open up himself. You snort, returning your focus to the screen.

When you’ve had your fill of other people’s love lives flashing on the TV, you shower and hop in bed, grateful that when you wake up this shitty full moon will be gone.

-

Billy’s a fucking mess. It feels like going through withdrawals from the hardest drug. He’s fighting the urge to find you, fuck you, just fucking see you, as the sun slowly sets over New York. When there’s only a few minutes left, Billy forces himself into the guest bedroom, sweating and fighting with his aching muscles to cooperate. He locks himself into the cuffs and throws the key out of the door, knowing Frank will come to let him out in the morning. Frank wasn’t too enthused about this idea, and Billy knew the man had his doubts but he let Billy go, willing to help a friend regardless.

When the full moon finally rises, Billy screams.

The urge to turn rips through him, a fiery pain that only gets stronger the longer he moon is up. He fights as it throbs in all his muscles, slices into his veins. Billy writhes and pulls on his chains but he doesn’t break free. He finds solace in that, knowing he’s doing this for you, to protect you. To have you.

But when the moon is at its highest point, eking up past the skyline, Billy breaks. He chokes out a sob and yanks, feeling the screws anchoring the chains to the wall give. He’s half wild, unable to have a rational thought past what you’ll feel like underneath him, rutting against him, screaming his name. He yanks again, and the chains give.

He frees himself and turns, running to the only place he knows.

-

It’s just past three in the morning when you wake abruptly. Then you hear it, the scratching on your front door and you know he’s found you. You hold your breath, listening to the nails on the wood. You remember your promise to Billy, remaining resolute in it as you sit up. Then you hear the whining, high and broken, like he’s in pain and you start to worry. What if he’s hurt? If he’s hurt and knows to come to you for help how wild can he be? You remember the intelligence in his eyes, the way he would seem to do whatever you asked without any help. You’re up and on the way to the door in seconds, resolve broken and fear winning out.

“Billy?” You call into the darkness.

The whining grows louder, more pained.

“Are you hurt?” You ask, reaching the door.

He scratches, letting out a pitiful sigh.

“Fuck.” You swear, mind racing.

You can crack the door, leave the chain across and just make sure he’s ok. If he’s fine you can ignore him. That’s reasonable. You unlock the door and the whining stops. You pull it open, just a crack, just enough to see him.

When you lock eyes and see the luminescent silver rings around his irises you realize your mistake. Before you can shut the door Billy’s slamming into it, ripping the chain from the doorframe and sending the door crashing into the wall. Then it’s just you and him, locking eyes through the gaping doorway. The air around him cracks and shifts and then Billy the man is in front of you, eyes glowing. He’s naked, bare chest heaving as his gaze locks onto yours.

“Run.” He rasps, voice gravely and deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

This time, you do as he says.

[satanickpanick]

dialogue-based fic teaser :) this is my version of whatever went down inside the frozen locked room in DADDIES hq. finished fic coming soon! if you'd like to be tagged lmk

Willy fucking Stampler, Jesus fuck, paces and mutters for about three minutes before Lark starts really wanting to bash his head into the wall. Immobilized, he settles for yelling. “If you don’t shut the fuck up real fuckin’ quick I’ll fuckin’-”

Willy lunges, way too close and way losing his cool. “You’ll what? You’ll fuckin’ what, no, please, enlighten me, because last I checked, you can’t do jack shit!”

“I wonder why-”

“I should’ve killed you all when I-”

Sparrow, as per usual, pipes up just when things are getting fun, from where he has his back to Lark’s. “Back the fuck up-”

“-and maybe I wouldn’t be in this fuckin’ mess-”

“Guys!” TJ is just out of Lark’s sight, but he can picture the expression on his face pretty clearly- clearly enough that he shuts up. “Chill the fuck out, okay? We’re in this-” painfully- “together, right now, Jesus Christ, and the longer we’re stuck in here the worse it’s gonna get. It’s like…”

“Like Big Brother,” Grant offers.

“Whose big brother?”

“1984?” Willy rounds on Sparrow. “You haven’t read fuckin’ 1984?”

TJ blinks. “Yeah, like, with the ‘there are five fingers’ and shit, but that’s not-”

“No, no, the reality show, they lock a bunch of people in a house and by the end they all, like, hate each other.” Lark’s pretty sure Grant’s getting his strongest what the hell are you on look since the Habanero Incident of ‘31. Like, he’s on the edge of hysterics (which he is) about some fucking TV show. “It’s a thing! It’s been a thing for like forty years.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

“Marco likes it!”

“Oh? And how is Marco?”

“I dunno, Willy, how about you tell me? You’re the one who’s been out on the town stirring up a fuckin’ panic.”

“Stirring shit, more like.” Lark interjects.

“Endangering our kids,” TJ mentions.

“Seducing Nicky’s ex,” Sparrow adds. “While we clean up your mess.”

“Seducing? Jesus, I get it, you all hate me, what else is new. Can we go back to being productive? What the shit is crunchy and warm?”

“Deez-”

“TJ.” God, Grant sounds like his mom sometimes. And the patented Carol Wilson Cut-It-Out Stare… Lark wheeze-laughs despite himself. They’re all just- ridiculous.

“What?”

“That’s how Glenn fucking died, you wanna die?”

“I mean, kinda!” TJ makes a sound halfway between a laugh and the sound Lark imagines a dying baby moose would make.

“Same,” he replies reflexively, at the same time that Sparrow says, “Jeez, dude, do you need to talk to somebody- Lark, come on.”

“You come on.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Sparrow leans back, knocking his head against the back of Lark’s.

“Ow.”

“That didn’t hurt.”

“Yeah it did, ‘cause of your fat head.”

“Maybe if yours wasn’t so damn hard.”

“Okay-”

“Oh, for the love of God, I’m gonna die here.”

[stardustprompts]

bo burnham’s  inside   sentence starters 2.0 +  the inside outtakes change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :  mental health ,  depression , suicidal thoughts ,  nsfw ,  language

‘and so today I’m gonna try just getting up, sitting down, going back to work.’

‘might not help but still it couldn’t hurt.’

‘I’m sorry I was gone.’

‘what the fuck is going on?’

‘I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it.’

‘the world is so fucked up.’

‘I self - reflected and I wanna be an agent of change.’

‘maybe I should just shut the fuck up ....  I’m bored.’

‘should I be joking at a time like this?’

‘that’s the deepest talk we’ve ever had.’

‘it’s similar to a constant state of sleep paralysis.’

‘don’t you know that the world is built with blood! and genocide and exploitation...’

‘don’t burden me with the responsibility of educating you. it’s incredibly exhausting.’

‘this isn’t about you. so either get with it, or get out of the fucking way!’

‘I hope you learned your lesson.’

‘I can’t believe it. it’s been a decade since you’ve been gone.’

‘still figuring out how to keep living without you.’

‘it’s got a little better but it’s still hard.’

‘can any single person shut the fuck up about any single thing for an hour? is that possible?’

‘the coffee is free, just like me. I’m an unpaid intern.’

‘I’m being a little pretentious.’

‘it’s pretty unlikable that I ... that I have this need, this desperate need, to be seen as, uh, intelligent.’

‘it’s a defense mechanism. I’m so worried that criticism will be levied against me that I levy it against myself before anyone else can.’

‘look at where you came from. look at you now.’

‘sexting. it isn’t sex, it’s the next best thing.’

‘we’ll talk dirty like we’re ancient egyptians.’

‘jesus fucking christ, I guess I never learn.’

‘I was a kid who was stuck in his room. there isn’t much more to say about it.’

‘there isn’t much more to say about it.’

‘when you’re a kid and you’re stuck in your room, you’ll do any old shit to get out of it.’

‘you went out to look for a reason to hide again.’

‘now come out with your hands up, we’ve got you surrounded.’

‘isn’t anybody going to hold me accountable?’

‘I tried to hide behind my childhood and that’s not okay. my actions are my own, I won’t explain them away.’

‘and I’m really fucking sorry.’

‘I turn thirty in less than a minute.’

‘I used to wake up with a smile, and go to bed at night with a dream. but now I’m turning thirty.’

‘oh fuck. how am I thirty?’

‘I used to make fun of the boomers. in retrospect, a bit too much.’

‘and now my stupid friends are having stupid children.’

‘I’ll be honest with you, didn’t love it.’

‘we shouldn’t be dead forever, yet. so let’s not, right?’

‘nevermind, I don’t wanna know.’

‘I thought it’d be over by now. but I got awhile to go.’

‘I’m holding the flashlight like a cop. why am I doing that?’

‘are you feeling what I’m feeling? I haven’t had a shower in the last nine days.’

‘staring at the ceiling and waiting for this feeling to go away. but it won’t go away.’

‘well, I feel like shit. feeling like a saggy , massive bag of shit.’

‘my current mental health is rapidly approaching, um. an ATL. which is, uh, an all time low. not ... not atlanta.’

‘I feel okay when I’m asleep.’

‘could I interest you in everything all of the time?’

‘you know, it wasn’t always like this.’

‘and if we stick together, who knows what we’ll do.’

‘it was always the plan, to put the world in your hand.’

‘and that has made me completely freak out.’

‘one should only engage with the outside world as one engages with a coal mine. suit up, gather what is needed, and return to the surface.’

‘in honor of the revolution it’s half - off at the gap.’

‘there it is again. that funny feeling.’

‘hey, what can ya say? we were overdue.’

‘but it’ll be over soon, just wait.’

‘I am not ... well.’

‘don’t be scared. don’t be shy. come on in, the water’s fine.’

‘pray for me.’

‘I got better.’

‘I’ve been hiding from the world and I need to reenter.’

‘you say the whole world’s ending, honey, it already did.’

‘you’re not going to slow it, heaven knows you tried.’

‘so this is how it ends.’

‘I’m slowly losing power.’

‘has it only been an hour? no, that can’t be right.’

‘am I going crazy? would I even know?’

‘oh shit. you’re really joking at a time like this?’

‘it’ll stop any day now.’

the inside outtakes 

‘am I dying? is this real? oh, right, it’s this again.’

‘is it gonna end? when?’ 

‘I’ll bother getting better when I bother getting dressed.’

‘I don’t know what’s happening.’

‘what the fuck is going on?’

‘I wanna be my dad in the 80′s.’

‘if I could be anybody dead or alive, I would want to be my dad in 1985.’

 ‘I just wanna feel good.’ 

‘can you teach me how to feel good?’

‘buy some jeans and find out why jeans are jeans.’

‘maybe i’ll feel better when I go to bed. maybe, but probably not.’

‘if your least favorite word is ‘moist’ and you tell people that ... I hate you.’ 

‘my least favorite word, by the way, is ‘injustice’.’ 

‘just google it. you’re an adult, you can figure it out.’ 

‘you know me and I know you.’ 

‘you’re a psycho. and I don’t want to fight so let’s just drop this, it’s not a big deal.’ 

‘for the record, you own me a dumpling. I mean it, I won’t forget. you owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent.’

‘um, no, fuck that.’ 

‘shit like this brings the movement down.’ 

‘everyone’s a feminist until there is a spider around.’ 

‘I’m trying to make microwave popcorn, in the microwave.’

‘that’s kind of a wide range...’

‘I burnt my fingie...’

‘shit, I burned it.’

‘how’d I miss this button? there’s a button and the button says ‘popcorn’ on the microwave.’

‘I often wish I could just start over.’ 

‘I ain’t afraid of no spider.’ 

‘show yourself! you motherfucker! show yourself!’ 

‘it’s very upsetting that the future is in front of now, do y’know what I mean? like that we have to keep living from now, onward.’ 

‘this isn’t a joke, so don’t joke about it.’ 

‘not ideal, but we’ll make it work.’ 

‘just a little update; time is still ... passing.’ 

‘am I going crazy? maybe, maybe not.’