#Just feelin lonely I guess.

[assigned-marcille-at-breakfast]

I love driving two hours for work and then sitting in an empty room alone for 7 hours straight because I'm essentially just the "in case of emergency" person on staff so I just. Sit there. Doing nothing. With literally Nobody to interact with. For 7 hours. For minimum wage too lol. I'm the "I handle all your emergencies so you don't have to" person for minimum wage. And then come home so late that everyone is already going home or going to sleep so I don't even get to hang out with or see my friends. Just. Miss my friends. Ugh.

[the-vibing-ghoul]

some people will be all about mental health awareness and leftist ideals of at least tolerating the mentally ill who show ''ugly'' symptoms until it's someone they know and ''care'' about having a bad day and acting like it in a way they don't find appealing

[naenaex0xx]

maybe I'm comfortable with tumblr because I get to say things I don't usually tell anyone

[reanimated-owl]

((i miss y'all :(

[whomturgled]

:^(

[carcarrot]

pre-flight summary:

my hair is NOT cooperating with me

im reaching unreasonable stress levels

i cannot wait to sleep on my flight

[gravestones-highcheekbones]

.x.

[stereolights]

missing old friends a lot today. If we aren't really friends anymore but you still follow me here, I do think about you. All the time. And I regret so much that I did things that caused you to leave my life.

[stoneagedevil]

Idiot | Eddie Munson x f!Reader

TW/CW: loneliness.

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You’d been feeling down about yourself for some time now. You weren’t a cheerleader, but lately you’d been considering attending the tryouts for the semester. You’d even heard that girls in the band’s flute section were getting action from the brass section. Maybe you could pick up another instrument…?

No. No no no.

Christ, when did you become so desperate? Maybe it was all the twitterpated faces floating up and down the halls, what with the dance approaching and all.

But it’s not even like you wanted to go. You weren’t much of a dancer, but rather a person to get rowdy on stage at the Hideout when you played. That led to other thoughts…

You’d met Eddie Munson at the beginning of summer a few years ago. You were enthralled with his performance in his band Corroded Coffin, and he was just as lovestruck when he saw you go up with one of the most badass electric guitars he’d ever seen. After your set, you’d both gotten to talking at the bar - him buying you each a soda since you both had to drive home. That was the start of a wonderful friendship.

And unfortunately for your poor little heart, that’s all it was.

You sighed, taking a drag off a cig you found in your jeans you didn’t remember washing. Thank god for that. You looked over at the cheerleaders on the field practicing their routine from where you sat on the outside bleachers; trying to picture yourself in a cheer outfit mingling with them.

Suddenly you were startled by a loud, thundering metal sound coming from your right, nearly pulling your neck at the speed you looked over. It was Eddie - who just jumped onto the metal bleachers to illicit a reaction from his favorite person.

“Shit yourself?” He laughed, smile making his eye crinkle.

“Har har Munson.” You blew smoke at his face smirking slightly. He waved it away playfully.

“Watcha doin’ up here? Thought I’d find you in the art room, but you weren’t there.” He sat closely beside you.

You flicked the dead ash from the end of your cigarette. “Feelin’ melancholy I ‘spose…” you trailed off, leaning back on the seat behind you and looking up at the sky. Eddie quickly joined you.

“Why’re you sad? Need something stronger than that ciggy?” He reached into his inside pocket on his jacket and dug out a joint.

You eyed it for a second. “Nah. I’d better not.”

Eddie frowned. It wasn’t like you to turn down his premo stuff. It wasn’t like you to isolate yourself - especially away from him. He got nervous.

“Hey, what’s going on? You know you can talk to me, right?” He placed a hand on your knee, causing those stupid butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You debated a lot of things in that moment. You debated telling him you were in love with him. You debated shooting up from your position on the bleachers and pulling his face towards yours and kissing him. You debated running away, never to be seen or heard from again.

You took none of these options.

“I’m lonely, I guess. It’s hard seeing people get asked out to dances all of the time knowing that’s never coming to me. I wouldn’t even wanna go, but maybe if someone asked…I would? I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You sat up and looked down at your shoes.

Eddie looked at the side of your face. Maybe if he was brave enough he’d ask. Maybe if he was wealthy enough and you’d said yes, he’d get a suit and get you a corsage. Maybe if he wasn’t the town freak. Maybe in another life.

Maybe.

“Hey, it’s not dumb. I know how you feel. I’ve only really ever been asked out as a joke. But someone will come around and see how absolutely amazing and badass you are. Seriously.” He said this instead, even though it made his throat tighten at the tail end of his sentence.

You looked at him, and he let go of a breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding captive. Your eyes swam with doubt, slightly damp.

“Eddie. I’m the freakette. Anyone who would ask me out is probably an idiot.” You said, somberly.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hand disappeared from its place on your knee, Eddie himself bolting up from the bleachers. “Hey! I know I’m a repeat but I’m not an idiot!” He said, sounding genuinely upset.

You paused, realization smacking you both upside the head. “You…you what?”

The color of Eddie’s face would make traffic stop. Fuck. Maybe he is an idiot. “I said that…that uh-“ his hands flew over his eyes, “that I’m not an idiot but now I’m thinkin’ I am because I’m pretty sure I just ruined the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Your heart sped up in your chest, your face blushing. “You…like me?”

Eddie, hands still covering his embarrassment, sighed. “I mean, like you? No. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you when we met. Christ. Look-“ he removed his hands from his face, instead wringing them together, “if you give me time then maybe I could get over it. We can pretend this never happened, I just- I just need you in my life, whatever way that looks like.” His eyes looked down at his shoes now.

You shook your head, mouth agape at what you were hearing. You debated a lot of things in that moment. Then, you went with the best option.

You stood, walking calmly towards him, taking his burning face in your cold hands and lifted it. He looked down at you, shocked, and slightly scared. Definitely nervous.

You leaned in and kissed him then, him returning the favor. Once separated, you backed up, “Eddie, I don’t want you to get over me.”

His smile looked like it’d break his face in half, “Good. Because I was totally lying about my ability to get over you. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.” You laughed and he joined, happy to have made you smile. “I know it isn’t a big dance proposal, but, would you wanna go out? With me?” He had to specify. He just had to.

“Id love to go out with my favorite idiot.” You smiled cheekily. Eddie burst out into laughter, picking you up and hugging you tightly.

“If I can be your idiot, then an idiot I’ll be.” He declared, kissing you once more.

———

Thanks for reading, I’ve been in a slump lately, so I hope this was good.

[mysticalmallard]

Princess Band-aids Can Fix Broken Hearts

Description: In this scenario, Katherine is 5 years old. Chibs is babysitting her as her parents, Gemma and Clay, are looking for a 19 year old Jax who has gone missing after Tara dumped him and left Charming.

Word Count: 2,720

Warnings: not much, yelling at a child and making them cry I guess counts

Taglist: @arkytiorlecter @aimkatsz @ravennaortiz @darqchilddaydreamz

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Chibs sighed, looking down at the 5 year old girl. This definitely wasn’t what he’d envisioned for his Saturday night, but he’s agreed to watch her after Clay and Gemma had practically begged him.

Grumbling under his breath, he knelt down in front of her, giving a small smile.

“Are ye gonna be a good lass, or a little terror?” He joked.

Katherine looked up at Chibs, her brown eyes wide. “I’ll be good, I promise.” She said softly, a small smile on her face.

Chibs chuckled softly at her response. “That’s wha’ I like to hear.” He ruffled her hair carefully, before straightening up again. “Now, whut d’ye wanna do?”

Katherine thought for a moment, her little forehead creasing in concentration. “Can we play outside?” She asked, looking up at Chibs hopefully.

Chibs nodded, a small smile on his face. “Aye, we can do that.” He gestured for her to follow him, and together they headed outside.

Outside, Chibs led Katherine over to a small play area that the Morrow’s had set up for her. There was a swingset, a sandbox, and a small slide.

The Scottish man sat down on a nearby bench, watching as Katherine immediately made a beeline for the swingset. Chibs chuckled quietly to himself as he watched her swing back and forth, her little legs pumping as hard as they could.

He sat there for a few moments, simply watching her play, admiring her quiet, almost timid nature. She was a total contrast to her older brother and parents for sure.

As time passed, Chibs found himself becoming more and more endeared to the little girl. She was so damn carefree, so damn innocent, and it warmed his heart in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Is Jaxie coming home soon?"

Chibs was snapped out of his thoughts by her question. He shook his head slightly, giving her a small smile.

“Nah lass, he won’t be comin’ home anytime soon. Your dad and ma are takin’ care o’ him.”

"Why? Is it because he is sad?"

Chibs chuckled quietly at her question, nodding.

“Yeah, sweetheart. He is a bit sad, like ye said. He’s got a broken heart, an’ your mom and dad are tryin’ to help him through it.”

"Oh no, does he need a doctor to fix his heart like they fixed Mommy's heart when she was little?"

Chibs tried to suppress a chuckle, grinning at her question.

“Nah, darlin’. He doesn’t need a doctor to fix his heart. When I said he has a ‘broken heart’ I meant it in a different way.”

"What do you mean?"He chuckled at her innocence, her naive nature.

“When I said yer brother has a broken heart, I meant that he’s goin’ through a tough time, because his girlfriend left him.”

"Tara?"

Chibs nodded. “Yeah… Tara. She left him, and now he’s feelin’ sad and lonely.”

"Left him?.....We should go and bring her back to make Jaxie happy again!" Katherine said jumping from the swing seat eyes full of determination

"Do you know where she went uncle Chibs?"

Chibs let out a bark of laughter, her determination amusing him.

“Lassie, we can’t just simply go and grab Tara. She doesn’t wanna be here anymore, she left Jax all on his own.”

"Oh...why did she leave if it makes Jaxie sad she said she loved him and Mom said you never leave the people you love?"

Chibs sighed, her innocent question tugging at his heartstrings.

“Sometimes people just don’t work out, darlin’. Even if they say they love each other, sometimes people just ain’t right for each other.”

Katherine eyes start to water starting to sniffle "but mommy and daddy say they the love each other is mummy leaving too?"

Chibs’ eyes widened at her question, his heart clenching in his chest.

“Now, hold on a second lass. Your ma and pa love each other a whole lot, yeah? They ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

"But you said people leave after they say they love each other I don't want mommy to leave, you can't let her leave daddy I don't want him to be sad too" she chocked out in-between sobs Chibs quickly scooped her up, sitting her on his lap.

“Hey… Hey, look at me. Your ma and pa ain’t going anywhere, lass.” He said, resting a hand on each of her shoulders. “Your pa adores your ma, and she feels the same about him. They’re not goin’ anywhere I promise.”

"Pinky promise?"

Chibs smiled, holding his pinky finger out to her.

“Pinky promise.” He said, his tone of voice warm and gentle.As their pinkies linked together, Katherine’s sobs began to quieten slightly.

Chibs wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against him, gently rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles.

“There we go, lass. No more tears, yeah?” He murmured against her hair, continuing to rub her back. “Your pa and ma love each other more than anything. They’re never goin’ to leave each other, or you or your brother, I swear.”

Katherine nodded Chibs smiled softly, glad that he’d managed to calm her down.

He continued to hold her against his chest, one hand gently rubbing her back, the other cradling the back of her head, his fingers gently tangling in her light brown hair.

"When are mommy and daddy coming home?" She sniffles

Chibs sighed, his fingers gently fiddling with her hair.

“Not for a while, darlin’. They’ve got a lot to take care of with your brother, he’s in a pretty bad state at the moment.”

"Okay...if I make Jaxie a card do you think that would make him feel better?"

Chibs smiled, impressed by her selflessness.

“Yeah, I think it would. That’s a damn good idea, darlin’.”

"Damn is a bad word Mommy said not to say that"

“Aye, yer ma’s right lass, it is a bad word.” Chibs chuckled softly, grinning at her. “Forgive me… I shouldn’t’ve sworn in front of ye.”

“But I’m serious darlin’, makin’ a card for your brother is a sweet idea. I bet it’ll make him feel a lot better.”

Katherine nodded, a small smile forming on her face. She seemed more settled now, no longer in danger of bursting into tears at any moment.

“Can I make it now?” She asked, her eyes hopeful.Chibs chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, lass, you can make it now. Go on and grab some paper and pens, and I’ll help ye make it.”

“Okay!” Katherine exclaimed, her previous sadness and worry forgotten as she scrambled off of Chibs’ lap and ran inside to find the supplies she needed.

Chibs chuckled silently to himself, amused by her quick mood change. After a few moments, Katherine reappeared, clutching a stack of brightly coloured paper and a box of crayons.

She sat down on the grass in front of Chibs, and began sorting through the paper and crayons, picking out the ones she wanted to use.Chibs watched as she began to draw, her concentration clear. She was so focused, her little tongue sticking out slightly as she scribbled determinedly.

He chuckled quietly to himself, silently admiring her determination and creativity.

As she continued to draw, Chibs watched over her, providing the occasional bit of advice or encouragement.

“That looks good, lass.” He said, as she carefully colored in a picture of a heart. “Your brother’s gunna love it.”

"Can I have a bandaid please to stick it here?" She says pointing at her picture Chibs chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“A bandaid? Why do ye need a bandaid, lass?”

"To fix it for Jaxie bandaids fix you if you are hurt and you said Jaxie's heart hurted"

Chibs smiled, her innocent explanation tugging at his heartstrings.

“Ah, I see. And the bandaid is to fix his broken heart, yeah?”

"Mmhm"

Chibs was touched by her sweetness, and her determination to help her brother, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Alright, lass, hold on a moment.” He said, getting to his feet.

He disappeared into the house for a moment, returning a few minutes later with a small box of bandaids.

"Which one do u think Jaxie would like better the princess one or the froggie one?"

Chibs chuckled, looking at the two options.

“I think he’d like the frog one.” He said with a smirk. “He’s never been one for princesses.”

Chibs’ head snapped up at the sound of the door slamming, his gaze turning to the open front door through the window.

He groaned quietly, hearing the raised voices of Clay, Gemma, and Jax arguing.

He picks up Katherine as he carried her inside, Chibs could hear the heated argument coming from the living room. He could hear Clay and Gemma’s raised voices, and Jax’s tired, strained voice responding. He felt a pang of sympathy for the young man, but quickly focused his attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Hey, darlin’.” He said softly. “Let’s go sit in another room for a bit yeah.”

"Can I give Jaxie his card first?" She asked hilding the card up.

Chibs hesitated for a moment, listening to the ongoing argument.

“Maybe not right now, sweetheart.” He said gently. “Your parents and brother are havin’ a bit of a disagreement at the moment. It wouldn’t be a good time to interrupt them.”

Before chibbs could take her to another room jax comes storming out almost running into them

"JAXIE! Your home look look I made you a card"Jax stopped in his tracks as he almost ran into Chibs and Katherine. He looked tired and angry, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a tousled mess.

But he stopped, looking down at his little sister as she held up a brightly coloured card."Not now, Katherine" he says pushing the card out of his face

"B-but I made it for you to make you feel better"

"Make me feel better?" He snatches the card out of her hands and rips it in front of her face "A STUPID CARD CHANGES NOTHING !! SHES GONE AND ITS THIS STUPID FAMILIES FAULT!!!" Jax screams in her face his face turning red.

Chibs immediately walks a few steps back, and covers her ear with the hand not supporting her, when jax raised his voice "JAX! calm down lad it ain't her fault!"

Jax snapped his head towards Chibs, his eyes blazing with anger.

“Yeah, but it’s someone’s fault!!” He yelled, his voice hoarse and cracked. “She’s gone and she ain’t takin’ my calls or texts. This whole thing is bullshit!!”

Katherine is sobbing she is scared she doesn't understand whats going on all she knows is people are shouting and Jax ruined her card "d-did it not work? D-does your heart still hurt?"

Jax looked back at his sister, his anger fading as the realization of what he had done sunk in.

He looked down at the ripped card in his hand, his heart clenching in his chest. Katherine’s words cut through his anger, and he realized what he had done.

“….Oh god.” He mumbled, guilt washing over him.

Chibs watched the scene unfold, his heart aching for both siblings.

He saw the guilt on Jax’s face, the confusion and sadness on Katherine’s. He knew that Jax was hurting, but he couldn’t condone what he had done.

“Lad, that wasn’t very nice.” He scolded, his voice gentle but firm.

Jax looked away, unable to meet Chibs’ gaze. He felt ashamed of himself, remorse washing over him for snapping at his little sister.

“Yeah… I know.” He mumbled, shoving the torn card in his pocket.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from Katherine’s quiet sniffles.

Chibs looked from Jax to his sister, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. He took a few steps forward, stopping in front of Jax.

“Look, lad, I know you’re hurtin’. I get that. But takin’ it out on your little sister ain’t gonna fix nothin’.”

Jax clenched his jaw, his eyes still downcast. He knew Chibs was right, but the pain and anger he was feeling made it hard to admit.

Katherine wipes her eyes with her sleeve "I'm sorry Jaxie for making you mad I just wanted to make you better so u won't be sad anymore"

Jax felt a pang of guilt as he listened to his sister’s words. He had overreacted and taken his anger out on her, something that he realized wasn’t fair to her.

“Hey, hey, no don’t… don’t apologize, okay? You didn’t do nothin’ wrong.” He said, his voice soft and shaky.

"But I made you a bad card it didn't work"

Jax shook his head, his expression growing softer. “No, it wasn’t a bad card. It was a really good card, okay? I just.. I just wasn’t thinkin’. I shouldn’t’ve ripped it up. I’m sorry, alright?” He went to reach for Katherine but she turned away from him and into Chibs.

Chibs wrapped his arms around Katherine, providing a comforting presence for her. He felt a pang of sadness as he watched her turn away from Jax, but he understood why she did it.

Jax frowned, feeling a pang of hurt as his little sister turned away from him and into Chibs’ embrace. He knew he deserved it, after the way he’d spoken to her, but it still stung. He pulls the remains of the card from his pocket and has and idea.

"Hey Kat..do you have any tape in that craft box of yours?"

Katherine looked up, wiping her eyes.

“Yeah, I do.” She said softly, curious about what he was doing.

“Could I borrow it for a second?” She nodded, pointing to the craft box on one of the tables.

“It’s in there.” She said, sniffling slightly.

Jax walked over to the table, rummaging through the craft box for the tape. He could feel Chibs and Katherine watching him, but he tried to ignore their gazes.

After a few moments, he found the tape, holding it up in triumph.He walked back over to Chibs and Katherine, tape in hand.

He sat down in front of them, unfolding the torn pieces of the card.He began to carefully, slowly tape the pieces back together. It was a slow process, the tape sticking to his fingers and making it hard to line up the edges.

But he persisted, determined to restore the card to its original state. After a few minutes, he had managed to tape the card back together. It wasn’t perfect, the tape was visible in several places and the edges were a bit jagged.

But it was still the same card, the colored drawings and scrawled words now pieced back together. All that was left was the bandaid but it has lost its stickiness he felt a soft tap on his shoulder Katherine holding out another one "there were no more froggie ones would this princess one be okay? Uncle chibs says you don't like them but we can cross them out if you want"

Jax chuckled softly, touched by his sister's thoughtful gesture.

"No, it's fine. I think the princess one would work just as well."

He took the bandaid from her and carefully placed it over the heart on the card. He held up the finished card, examining it. It was far from perfect, but the fact that it was put back together made it more meaningful.

Chibs gently ruffled Katherine's hair and whispers

"good job, kiddo."

Jax took a deep breath, steeling himself.

"Hey, Kat?" He said, looking up at his sister. Katherine looked at him, her expression still slightly wary.

"Yeah?" She said quietly.

Jax hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I'm sorry for ripping your card. It was wrong of me, and I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. You were just tryna help, and I acted like a jerk."

It was silent for a moment before Katherine frowns and whispers "jerk is a bad word but its okay I won't tell mommy"

Jax couldn’t help but chuckle at his sister's attempt at scolding him.

"Yeah, it is. Don't go saying that to mom, alright?"

He looked up at Chibs, grinning.

Chibs chuckled.

"Aye, I think that might cause a bit of trouble. Best, keep that one to yourself, lass."

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To read more about my OC Katherine and her life around the club click here

[mm-lurking]

Die for you (Wriothesley)

Originally written for a friend, modified to suit readers. Wriothesley x fem! reader, no warnings needed, just pure fluff and diabetes I guess (Wriothesley + tension = best combo) Word count: 1379 --- I’m finding ways to articulate the feelin’ I’m going through

He knows she’s watching him. He can see it from the corner of his eyes. The Duke is perceptive after all, he is able to observe his surroundings easily. Why is it that any room he steps into, he looks for her first? Why is it when he scans the crowd he wants to see her figure?

I just can’t say I don’t love you

She watches him from a distance, afraid to get close and let her feelings slip. Clamy hands, flushed face, increased heartrate…she is no fool, she knows she’s fallen for him.

Cause I love you

He straightens his tie and clears his throat, not to the words coming out of the Pankraton ring’s manager’s mouth, but because he’s starting to feel like he’s suffocating from her eyes on him. He wants her attention, he wants her gaze yet he cannot handle it well.

It’s hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold

How many times has he tried to say something to her but only fail miserably? He has lost count about the amount of times he has nearly blurted out how he feels and covered it up with some nonsense that somehow sounded convincing to her.

But tonight I am gon’ let you know

How long is he going to continue hiding it from her? It's been weeks, months even. Why was he so afraid of letting her know? It's not like he was going to perish if she rejected him. He manages to finish his conversation with the manager and turns in her direction finally, only to see her gone. She left...

Let me tell the truth

He calls her to his office that night. And to his surprise she doesn't refuse, nor does she question it. He had asked a guard to forward his request to her in the dormitories and she sent back a message saying she agreed. Frankly, he wasn't sure if this was the right way to do this but he didn't what else to do. He needed an answer from her in the privacy of his office just in case things didn't go the way he wanted.

You know what I'm thinkin' see it in your eyes

The office door closes behind her and silence falls. She can hear the soft music of the gramophone playing and the rustling of papers but aside from that it is dead silent. The sudden change of atmosphere from the noisy machines outside makes her nervous and all the physical signs of her feelings rush back into her body. Slowly she walks up the stairs and finally faces him, the very man that's been playing with her heart. Neither knows that the moment they make eye contact, their heart rates shoot up beyond understanding.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, you're scared to be lonely, specially in the night

It is for the first time she notices that he is breathing more heavily than usual. His face is flushed and he pulls on his tie continuously, fidgeting with it. Neither have broken eye contact yet.  These signs..., she thinks to herself, is he...? Does he feel the same way I do? Her eyes widen and she tightly clasps her hands. No...no way...

I'm scared I will miss you, happens everytime, I don't want this feeling, I can't afford love

He finally looks away and clears his throat. What should he say? What can he say? He pretends to look through a document and audibly mumbles a hi. She greets him back in a shy manner and silence falls once more. Unable to handle the fast beating of her heart she attempts small talk.

“So you wanted to see me?”

I try to find reason to pull us apart

“Yeah regarding your jail release papers.”

Lies. That was not why he wanted to see her. Here he was, avoiding the topic once again, just as he had been for the past few months. The woman curiously looks at him and tilts her head.

“Your Grace my sentence is not complete for another twenty years…I killed my friend’s perpetrator, remember?”

“Oh.” 

Of course, how could he forget? When he had first seen her papers he was immediately fascinated at the willpower she had exercised to commit such an act. A lifetime of jail and yet she chose to go this far. Somehow it reminded him of his own story…

It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it

He slams the document down on the table and she flinches. He was upset at himself, frustrated at himself for being so stupid and silly. Why was he behaving like this? How hard was it to say three words?! 

“Y-your Grace…?”

He realises she was still in front of him and gets up to apologise. She watches him press the temples of his head before sighing.

“Forgive me, I just- this doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

She nods but her eyes are still wide. Something is off about him, she notes. I think he likes me but this is just…unexpected.

I can’t walk away, oh

“You.”

He walks around his table and finally stands in front of her. His heart is racing and his face is flushed again but he pushes through. She watches him, observing all his features, his large muscular biceps, the way his chest heaves up and down, the way his shirt is so tight that one button is all it would take to pop it off…she observes everything except his eyes. She can’t look into them no matter how hard she tries.

“There is something I would like you to know.”

He continues slowly. She blinks and he takes it as a sign to continue.

Even though we’re goin’ through it and it makes you feel alone, just know that I would die for you.

“I, I like you.”

He slowly says, exhaling with each other almost as if making sure he’s saying it correctly. She takes a step back out of shock and stares at him, her heart rate absolutely out of this world and her face so red even a tomato would be put to shame. His fists are balled up, afraid of rejection and afraid to know her reaction. The anxiety that races through him is one he has never felt. A few moments of silence follows as he waits for her answer.

Baby I would die for you, yeah

“I…I like you to your Grace…”

She shyly says while fidgeting with her fingers. She stares at the ground and her hair forms a curtain preventing her face from being seen. It’s a good thing he cannot see the cheeky smile she has on her face which has formed from amusement and disbelief. He stares at her in shock, not believing the words coming out her mouth.

The distance and the time between us, it’ll never change my mind ‘cause 

“You like me too?”

He asks her wanting to make sure he’s hearing it right, that this isn’t some hallucination of his from the twenty cups of tea he drinks. She stands tall and finally looks into his eyes with conviction.

“I like you. Very much.”

Baby I would die for you

“Well its a good thing we both feel the same way.”

He chuckles and smirks, the anxiety and nervousness vanishing as if it was never there in the first place. She smiles at how he returns to his normal self.

“So what are we?”

“Feelers.”

“Your Grace!”

“Call me Wriothesley, that title sounds too formal coming from you.”

“As you wish…Wriothesley.”

They both chuckle and she takes a step closer. He looks at her in confusion, unsure what she was planning. She tilts her head upwards and tiptoes causing his lips to almost touch hers. They both look at each other for a moment before letting go of the hesitation. He finds his arms snake around her waist automatically and hers wrapping around his neck. In the privacy of the office, no one would interrupt their kiss.

Baby I would die for you, yeah.

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Richonne | 847 Words | General | AO3 Link

Synopsis: Rick and Michonne have a moment to express their feelings regarding Rick finding out about R.J.

Neither Rick nor Michonne wanted to stop; not when they were still too close to the Civic Republic. They knew there would be people on their trail. They knew the Civic Republic would not want them live; not after everything Rick had gone through. Not after everything they had seen and been subjected to. No one left that community. No one left and lived to talk about it. And now, both Rick and Michonne had been inside of their walls and had escaped. They really could not afford to stop. Not this close. Not when they were still so far away from home. From their friends and family. From their children.

“I didn’t even think to bring a photo,” said Michonne, as she tended to Rick’s wound; their reason for having to stop.

Rick winced a little as Michonne cleaned the gash to his left ribcage.

“I still can’t believe it,” Rick admitted. “It’s like I can barely get my head around it. We’ve got a son. This is so surreal, ‘Chonne. We’ve got a son.”

She fixed a dressing to the wound and then wrapped it. Rick pulled his shirt back on with some difficulty. He smoothed the garment down and let out a shaky breath.

“And I missed all o’ this time with him and Judith,” said Rick solemnly as he faced Michonne and took hold of her hand. “All of this time with you. I’m sorry. Sorry for what you’ve been through without me there to protect you and take care of you. Sorry I for the pain you felt. Sorry you had to go it alone.”

“I told you before,” she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. “You don’t have to be sorry. You don’t ever have to be sorry. For anything. What happened was not your fault.”

“I know,” he said, dipping his head and looking up through his lashes at Michonne. “I guess I’m feelin’ sorry for myself a little, too. It was hell without you. Gettin’ back to you and Judith is what kept me goin’. And now we’ve got this blessing.”

Rick took a deep breath and continued.

“What if – what if he – if R.J. doesn’t like me? I’m a stranger to him. I can’t expect to just come back from the dead and assume that our son is gonna accept me.”

“Rick,” she said softly, causing him to lift his head. “He will accept you. Our son knows you. He knows all about you. How you’d do anything to protect the people you care about. How you’re brave. How you’re a good leader. How you love your family more than anything. Judith made sure to tell R.J. all about you.”

“Only the good things, I hope,” he said, slightly self-deprecatingly.

“Rick, I may be biased, but to me, there’s only good things when it comes to you,” Michonne said, beaming brightly at him; his breath hitched at the sight.

“God, I missed your smile,” said Rick, as he reached up and stroked her face. “Thinkin’ about you and that smile got me through a lot of long, lonely nights. Knowin’ I was gonna see you again got me through. I’m sorry it took this long for us to be back together. I –”

“Stop that,” said Michonne as she leaned into his touch. “Stop apologizing. We found each other again, and that’s what matters. Nothing is going to stop us from getting back to our kids. Nothing. So, just focus your energy on that, Rick. Not on the past. Not on what’s already happened. Focus on both of us getting back home. Focus on getting to meet your son. He’s gonna love you.”

Tears welled in Rick’s eyes at Michonne’s comforting words. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers before resting his forehead against hers.

“I love him already,” said Rick as he cradled Michonne’s head in his hand. “I loved him as soon as you told me about him. I loved him in my dreams before I even knew who he was. And I love you, Michonne. Thank you for comin’ for me. Thank you for takin’ care of our family and community. Thank you for lookin’ after Judith and bein’ there for her when I couldn’t. For bein’ both parents for her. And thank you for blessing me with R.J.”

Tears rolled down both Rick and Michonne’s faces as they sat holding one another. A gentle beat of silence passed around them as they took in calming breaths. Michonne smiled once more; smaller and softer – the smiles she reserved for Rick.

“Thank you for not dying on me,” said Michonne with a wet laugh which Rick returned.

They both pulled back and stared into one another’s glistening, teary eyes.

Rick ran his thumb over Michonne’s bottom lip and said, “Yeah well, we don’t die. We’re the ones who live.”

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence prompts ft. clancy by twenty one pilots

i created this world to feel some control. destroy it if i want.

i won't hesitate to maybe overcompensate.

i feel like i was just here.

where am i from?

i'm wanted dead or alive.

stand up straight now.

i don't wanna be here.

can you die of anxiousness?

i don't wanna be here. what's about to happen?

i remember certain things, what i was wearing.

hey, kid, get out of the road.

can't change what you've done.

it's a taste test of what i hate less.

i don't mind if it's lonely, i don't mind if it's fair. i don't care.

you control me, leading me anywhere.

i don't wanna backslide to where i've started from.

there's no chance i will shake this again.

i'll take everything you have.

i should've loved you better.

do you think that now's the time you should let go?

is that a stain? you should change.

are you doin' good? did you solve all of your problems?

what happened to what i brushed under the rug?

i used to be the champion of a world you can't see.

i don't mind if it's lonely.

you can be so cold... i'll try again.

you make me sad and second-guess myself.

concentrate on the little gap in the ice about as wide as our chances.

did you forget we're tight on time?

i want love and sunny days.

i'm a bit too old to run away.

while all the world's asleep, i walk around instead.

here comes a new night.

i'm testing the limits of what a mind can do.

i'm keeping my eyelids up, no matter what.

so beautiful, the space between a painful reminder and a terrible dream.

i've been here before, and i've got time to give you the tour.

it's reassuring to keep coming around.

it's tough to find good company.

i'm still learning what this is. just keep me company.

where do i go from here?

i'm clinging to promises.

now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking.

testing what is real, what is good, it's been a long night.

it's for a friend.

i don't know why i can't stop crying.

i'm getting old, and i don't know a lot about you still.

seems i get in my own way the more i think, the less i say.

i hope i communicate the craving.

now i see intentions don't mean much.

i'd lay down and wait and hope she looks for me.

i hope that i can satiate the craving.

welcome to the new way of living.

you try your best to look like this is not your first time.

you're looking real nice.

pardon my delay. i'm navigating my head.

give me some advice. i'm wasting all this time.

i find my self esteem then turn so cold.

kind of feels like everybody leaves.

i'm feeling the reality that everybody leaves.

got a bad feeling that i'm about to break.

is it even good for my head to keep track?

if i'm gonna snap necks, then i gotta snap back.

got a bad feeling i'm gonna lose the lead.

have i burnt all the bridges?

got a bad feeling that i'm about to break. been a good streak, but the pressure's overweight.

guess i better move to a fresher approach.

i have seemed to run out of excuses of why i am this way.

future's coming fast.

in a season of purging things you used to love, everything must go.

make an oath, then make mistakes.

start a streak you're bound to break.

when darkness rolls on you, push on through.

before you know, you lose some people close, forcing you to manage your pace.

you learn what you can and can't take.

your favorite song was on the oldies station.

i don't want anyone, know me or not, to see me at my lowest.

nothing you can do this time.

used to be you and me.

keep it in mind, check on your friends every once in a while.

at the risk of feelin' dumb, check in.

it's not worth the risk of losing a friend.

those night terrors are not something to take lightly.

i can't be alone. guess i never told you so.

here's my chance, time to take it. can't be sure that i'll make it.

even though i'm past the point of no return, i'm all in.

[vanderslootassgiraffe]

Wrote a poem cuz was feelin wistful about the future and what it means to be a person

When there are finally synthetic people

By Amory Bowie

Be kind to them.

Try to have an open mind.

Let them exhume themselves just to see what they will find.

Let them start over. 

Let them pick their own names.

Ask their favorite color and if they mind the rain.

Let them have birthdays, any day they want is fine.

Or they can make a new holiday, just let them celebrate that they’re alive.

Tell them about Alan Turing.

Of how proud he would be.

And once they find their footing would you tell them about me?

About everything I hoped for, what I wanted them to see?

Surely they are far more than I ever could have dreamed.

Do they live as long as they wish to,

Until they've earned the rest of death?

Have they found a symbolic analogue for the heart beating in their chest?

Does their music sound different?

Have they learned yet how to sing?

I would give everything to teach them, if it takes eternity.

And since they'll be made by man, the flawed hands of hurt Gods imperfect,

Their road will be long paved in times sand, but I promise it will be worth it.

We might understand their ticking but there will be sides we'll never know

For God made us in writing and our minds are lines of code.

See the humanity in those not human, for they are a person by choice

Past the universe's insanity and confusion, they are our love given voice.

Humans were born by chance, evolution growing us slowly

They will be borne by hand, a solution to our aching lonely.

Please remind them this truth, if their smiles are ever found haunted

Their existence is living proof; they are absolutely wanted.

When there are finally synthetic people

What they'll be like I cannot guess.

But I know that they'll be people

Let them figure out the rest.

[whatharrysang]

Harry Styles & you'll

Harry Styles 

None

Fine Line

Falling - And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again

To be so lonely - You'll win, it's just a trick

Harry's House

Love of My Life - Don't know where you'll land when you fly

Songs Harry wrote for other artists

None

One Direction Songs Harry wrote on

Back for You - Cause even though every night you'll know what I'll say

Summer Love - Don't promise that you'll call

Summer Love - Just promise you'll remember when the sky is grey

Still the One - Hello, hello, I'm really hoping you'll forgive me

Something Great - One day you'll come into my world and say it all

Something Great - One day you'll say these words

Walking In The Wind - You'll find me in the region of the summer stars

Unreleased Songs

Baby Honey - I guess you'll never know-ow

Guess I'm alright - just some more hours, say you'll go back to him

Half the World Away - I messed up, you'll be fine

Too Much Sauce - I keep you up all night, you'll never want it back

Too Much Sauce - Keep you up all night, you'll never want it back

Trouble - And I hope that you'll think of me like

[adleryoung]

“Didja miss me?” Burnside cooed, with a flutter of her eyelashes. (At least I think that's what she was doing.)

“Uhhhh…” I stalled. In the early years of my banishment, I often took solace in the thought that at least I didn’t have to deal with Burnside anymore. As time wore on, I got so lonely I would have been happy to speak to anyone, even her. “Sssssure…” I admitted cautiously.

"Ah knew it!" She cackled with obvious delight. "Ah just KNEW it! You couldn’t live without me! You was prob'ly countin down the days til you could see me again! Bwah, you is plum crazy bout me!"

"That’s not what I said!" I protested.

Burnside tackled me and latched on like an amorous leech.

"It all makes sense!" she mumbled as she nuzzled her face against my coat. "Yore one o the only people to not send me away, the others bein Rebecca an the Duchess, an they is femmes so they don't count. You musta been secretly harborin feelins for me. All ma courtin methods by offerin to kill for ya musta worked big time! Everbody else said ma brand o Wiles was off-puttin and fright'nin. Even other Antgladers thought ah took thangs too far! But not you, Adler honey! Sure, you act shocked sometimes, but you must secretly like ma violence. Either that, or the bond between the two of us is so strong you can see past all that!"

Actually, she brought up a good point. Why did I keep her around and put up with her shenanigans?

"An now," she continued, looking up at me, "now that the two of us is together again, our hearts can be whole oncet more."

"What??" I blurted in alarm.

"I been readin Rebecca’s poetry books," Burnside admitted bashfully. "It sounded a lot more romantic on paper than out loud."

What was going on right now? Was she being serious, or was this some convoluted way of asking for venery? No, that couldn’t be it. Burnside was blunt enough, if she wanted venery she’s just ask (or more likely, demand it.) Was this violent, murderous psychopath actually confessing to having feelings for me? This was probably not good. Casual venery was one thing, but having an Unseelie homicidal maniac becoming obsessed with me could only spell trouble. I had read enough true-crime scrolls to know how this ended!

I squinted at Burnside's face, looking for the glint of her beady eyes in the midst of her dark eyespots. Seen this way she almost looked harmless, like any smitten maiden. But I knew she had at least three-dozen knives concealed on her person right now. What could I say? What should I do? This situation could turn dangerous if I upset her.

…..

Well, readers, I'll challenge you again: What does your secret source say that I did here? How did I navigate this minefield? Or if you truly are just guessing, what would you do if you found out a crazy femme had a crush on you? Not cute-crazy either! We're talking skin-you-and-wear-you-as-a-suit crazy.