#although with the tone its said in i still think theres likely more 'real' desperation in it like painfully trying to tear

[uranium]

also since the show this is how i disappear has taken on a really interesting, more menacing tone in my mind... probably has to do with my interpretation of video of the spider in the set waiting for and consuming the smaller spider (there was a lot of shit going on around me) that to me reads as like. i need to consume you to survive. i will wait patiently for you to come to me and then i will destroy you so i can live. this is the only thing i know. and then at the ending i saw a ton of smaller spiders, maybe killing the larger one together? which then says you will need to kill me if you want to be the one to live and when you do live you will thrive. but only with me gone forever.

which is SO fascinating to deliver alongside "im really not so with you anymore, im just a ghost so i cant hurt you anymore"... i always saw tihid as being desperately dependent on someone or something and the speaker either lashes out in their fear and/or hates themself so deeply they believe their every action to be wrong but with the background it makes it seem darker than that. the line still exists but it could then be interpreted as "the only way i know how to be with you is to hurt you and with you drawing away i feel myself drawn deeper into a solitary self destructive spiral. you are gone and without you to feed off of i am starving to death" and that is sooooo creepy and interesting to me

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

TFF

twenty five - fleeting view (w/p)

The meetings seemed to drag on for forever. It's not like I wanted to get them over with quickly, because I loved you job and everything I do for it, but I couldn’t help the nagging curiosity pulsing through my thoughts.

Once the meetings were finally over however, I shot up from my desk and ran to take a quick shower before deciding what to wear. He probably won't change out of what he was wearing earlier, so comfy and casual should be the best, right? Ive always been one to second guess everything, so I ended up stock in a loop trying to figure it out for ten minutes before finally deciding.

After grabbing my jacket and locking my door, I was out of there in a flash.

I still couldn’t help but wonder what he could possibly want, but hopefully it wasn’t bad. He’d been so clingy since Yuji left, maybe he’s uncomfortable with that and wants some space? Or maybe he thinks I'm unconfutable with it? I mean we literally told each other how we felt, but we’ve avoided the topic ever since, so nothing is official. I just hope he hasn’t changed his mind...

I walked down the street for a while to the park he wanted to meet at. There was nothing too notable about it, just a bit a nature in the fast-paced city. I don’t think I’ve ever even given it more than a quick glance as I walked by. It was refreshing to see the beautifully grown-up greenery though.

The sky had turned a light shade of orange as the sun began its decent into the horizon. This had always been one of my favorite times of day. The way the sunlight reflected off the clouds, painting the sky in colors almost too mesmerizing to be real. The natural beauty in the world had always amazed me.

Entering into the park, I looked around, desperately searching for the familiarity of his stunning features. When my eyes met his from the short distance, it was like the whole world stopped. Every time our eyes met like this, the world always seemed to slow.

He walked the shot distance with his hands in his pockets and that classic smirk of his plastered on his face. “Well, hello there, puppy. I'm glad you could make it,” he said in a low tone as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out for me.

I took his hand into mine with confusion tugging at my features and a light blush across my cheeks. “Y-yeah, of course, kitten. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He chuckled softly and lead the way as we walked. “So, how was work? Everything finish smoothly?”

“Mhmm! It was great actually! Although meetings over the phone have never been my favorite. The manager is out of town for a bit though, so it can't be helped,” I sighed and smiled.

“Yeah, I get that. I’ve always done better with face-to-face interactions.”

“Are we just going to keep small talking or are you going to tell me what we're doing here?”

He rolled his eyes. “Impatient as always I see.”

I huffed and dropped his hand, crossing my arms. “I am not impatient, Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Sure doesn't seem like it,” he teased.

“I deal with Bokuto Kotaro on the daily for my literal living,” I blankly stated.

He just laughed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you got me there I suppose,” he said with his arms up in retreat.

We stopped in front of a small pond with a perfect view of the sunset through the tall buildings in the city. I stared in amazement at the beauty of the scene while Kuroo took my hand into his, looking at me.

“It's so breathtakingly beautiful,” I said in awe at the sight before me.

“It is, isn't it,” he said as he lovingly smiled at me.

I glanced over at him with an excited gleam in my eyes, meeting his gaze. I frowned and huffed. “You're not even looking at it,” I pouted softly.

“The fleeting beauty of the sunset today could never compare to you,” was all he said.

I stared at him for a moment, processing what he said. “I-” I tried to speak, but my thoughts were so scrambled, I couldn’t seem to respond. A warm blush pigmented my cheeks as I turned to sit on the bench behind us. “Stupid kitten,” I huffed.

He laughed and took a seat beside me, laying his head on my shoulder and looking out at the view.

After a few minutes on silence, a happy sigh escaped my lips. “For such an amazing place, I'm kinda surprised no one's here.”

“Well, it's not a well-known place. I mean, yeah, this park has been here for years, but it's rare for people to actually come in, so why would anyone know of the hidden beauties it holds?”

I lightly shrugged. “I guess that makes sense, but how do you know about this place? Do you come here often?”

He nodded. “I used to come here all the time in high school when I needed a break from it all. A lot of people expected a lot from me, especially in my third year. I might have seemed put together and on top of everything, and yeah, I might have been most of the time, but that doesn't mean I didn’t have far too much on my shoulders. I was still just a kid after all.” He closed his eyes and smiled softly. “This place was my safe space. When everything would get too overwhelming, I would come here to this park.”

I smiled at him and nodded. “I'm sorry you have so much stress on you back then. You were quite amazing at hiding it though. I might not have ever had the courage to talk to you, but I admired everything about you from afar. That might sound creepy, but it's true. Ive always admired the way you handle people. I mean you were friends with Ko and Tsuki after all- Being those two idiots best friend now, I know how parallel they are.”

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “Oh yeah, they were so much worse in high school too...”

“Yes, yes, I'm aware.” I laughed with him and we chatted a bit more.

Before we knew it, it was already getting dark. “Oh, the reason I brought you here in the first place is still waiting,” he said with a bright smile.

“Theres more?”

“Well yeah, that was just to pass the time a bit more.”

We stood and walked around a bit more before he stopped and looked around, making sure no one was around before walking through a wall of vines and greenery, pulling me through with him.

I looked around at the new scenery with a perplexed look on my face. “What is all this?”

“This is my favorite place in this city.” He grabbed my hands and looked deep into my eyes. “I set it all up in hopes you’ll except.”

I looked at our hands then back at him. “Are you about to propose to me or something, kitten?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No... not yet at least.” he smirked.

I blushed lightly and rolled my eyes.

“I brought you here to formally ask you if you would be interested in being my boyfriend.”

“if I'd be interested in being your boyfriend, hmm?” I put my finger to my chin and tilted my head, looking at him with a smirk. “I suppose the thought does intrigue me a smidge.

“So, what do you say then, puppy?”

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☞ Fateful encounters happen all the time. When you find yourself after a bad breakup getting pressured by friends into making an online dating profile, you give in and do it. The fateful encounter to come wasn’t quite what you were expecting though.

A/N: uh... this didn’t go as planned- what is this fluffy shit😤 I want to go back to murdering your hearts please and thank you✋😔 oh and there will probably only be like two ish more parts maybe?? Idk hope you enjoyed!

taglist: @kookie-doughs @sparklylandflaplawyer @azztronut @channiechanchan @choke-medazai @420-uwu @afire24

[asa-kai]

Ref. to Chapter 177

Faint chirps of sparrows blending with the soft blow of air from the sea. All of that is crystal clear for Saionji Ukyo the former Sonar man from the Kingdom of Science.

It was almost like yesterday, when they were still sailing on the big blue beneath the widespread  sky along with seagulls and now they are making their way to their next destination-South America.

After a long day of riding their motorbikes the crew made a stop to eat and rest. Thanks to Senku's customized motorbikes they can quickly outrun Stanley and his team.

Although they made it that far, the fact they're being pursued can't settle in Ukyo's mind.

Looking around finding a high place to spend the night he found a huge boulder high enough for anyone to bother climbing but just the right one for him to reach the top.

This little climbing is nothing compared to his past special forces training, he proudly recall. It would be nice though if he can find a tree on the dessert just like that back on the days when he's still working for the Tsukasa's Empire. Where he will watch Tsukasa break human statues in front of him....

Shaking off the bad memories, he perched on the top absorbing the nostalgia  of the night.

"Finally a relaxing silence" he thought to himself.

Or he thought so......

The minimal noises from the campfire can't escape his sensitive ears. The laughter and the conversations are still loud enough for him to be heard.

"It can't be helped, if only I can shut them like my eyes." Ukyo pouted gazing above the night sky again.

He kept wondering if they could defeat Stanley or reach their destination safely or if they could even survive anything that could happen tonight.

He was so disturbed of the thought of what he's going to do if Senku can't fufill his promise that nobody dies. Calming his nerves and clearing his thoughts he starts to close his tired eyes.

Just then he heard footsteps below coming toward the boulder his perching on and base on the weight,speed and pattern of the footsteps it matches someone from the battle team.

"Kohaku?" Ukyo mumbled without realizing saying it out loud.

The huntress' vigilant eyes suddenly looked up to the perching archer.

"What are you doing up there?"

Before the young man can say a word he was surprised to see Kohaku sitting next to him enough for sending him to jolt.

She's really fast. The boulder must be really just a pebble to her

Despite the archer's obvious reaction the huntress seems to be deep into thoughts. She tilt her head up to sky and smile wistfully. Forgetting what just happened the man beside decided to join his new company's little stargazing.

The breeze is faint yet cool, chilling their skin but making one smile lightly.

Kohaku turned her head into the campfire's direction and stared back to the sky. Noticing that she's been doing it five times from now,Ukyo getting concerned finally asked the restless lady.

"Um...You've been looking back five times already...what seems to be the matter?"

" Oh sorry....did I bothered you?"Kohaku replied flustered.

" No not at all but I just get a little concrened." He sheepishly smiled.

The crescent moon dimly radiates light on landscape around them. Its almost vague but Ukyo can absolutely tell that Kohaku just smiled again. A meaningful yet gloom smile at that, as she turn around again back to the usual place under her observation.

"So...are you looking at Senku?" Ukyo forcedly scoffed.

Kohaku darted her eyes at the resident archer with a fearful look. However the pink blush on her face gave away the answer.

"Ukyo don't tell me...."

Her voice alone is already eerie when shes talking like that, no wonder they call her beastly names. But right now Ukyo fears that she'll blow, he can't break his good impression he left on Kohaku.

No one would want to ruin her trust

....."you can hear other people's thoughts?!"

Ukyo let out a loud laugh that Kohaku have never heard coming from him. Since he is usually silent the huntress was left jaw dropped.

"Sorry, I just thought it was absurd but its obvious that your looking at our crafty scientist."

Looking at Kohaku's blank face he continued.

"Observance is everything Kohaku you know that right? First of all Hyoga and Tsukasa is present on the campfire so you will have no reason to be worry of a sudden attack. Second you just finished putting Suika to sleep so you came up here to unwind, clearly enough to conclude that your confident that the crew is safe"

" But Ukyo how did you know I was looking at Senku?" Kohaku questioned poking her chin.

Ukyo took off his hat and start tossing it and then he answered.

" Well you know....I spend my free time observing both nature and people and through all that there's not a time I will not hear a talk about you two especially from Ginro..."

" Ginro....that scum..."

" Its not his fault though since his trying his best to lower his voice, I just happen to still hear it anyway." He concluded wearing his makeshift hat again.

"Oh having such great ears an advantage yes?" Kohaku sarcastically grinned.

" Its not that great"  Ukyo defended, besides you two usually hang out together-just the two of you." Realizing he had said to much Ukyo turn to Kohaku to see her reaction.

" Oh so your a stalker now huh?" Kohaku even grinned wider and there is literally like a black smoke surrounding her right now.

Ukyo gulped down with two beads of sweat on his face, but what he expects on what the huntress is going to do is turned down though.

Kohaku hug her knees and hide her face.

"Who am I to be offended by you...Im the same too. I will sometimes shortly glance at Senku when he's not aware and I don't know why. I constantly worry about him as an ally and friend but I think its getting out of hand and  becoming a habit."

Although Kohaku is not showing a bit of faze on her tone but he can tell that she's worried and troubled for some reason.

"At least you can just close your eyes and never look again." Ukyo pointed out.

" That's the problem I can't turn away my eyes on him nor I can shut them. Not when there's another girl beside him" Kohaku's voice cracked at the last words she said.

Ukyo just came to a realization how wonderous yet coincedental life  can be sometime

Moments ago  he's worrying about the well-being of his friends who are safe sound but his companion is worrying about her problem on worrying too much  about Senku than the given normal.

Him worrying about the things that are still not happening.

Her worrying about a small thing but tormenting her right now

However he can relate on Kohaku's envy on her advantageous sense of sight.

"Our so called gifts can be such a nuisance huh? But maybe you can still use their trouble you know?"

Kohaku is now a friend and an ally to him and he will gladly help her if she need it.

It is the first time he'll personally offer help to the mighty huntress. Given Kohaku's physique its almost though she will need no help but ironically right now  she's carrying which sometging which is to say in the old world a common problem but even she the mighty Kohaku can't handle it on her own. Theres no human who haven't experienced jealousy not even once.

Kohaku hanging on what he just said paid her attention closely to the archer as if like  desperate child looking for answers.

Ukyo can't even conclude if she's solely worrying about Senku's well-being or if its something more than that and it looks like Kohaku is doubting herself as well.

Ukyo took a deep breath hoping what he's going to say will help.

"Like I said Kohaku, observation is everything."

The huntress gets even more attentive at this point. Confirming the words in his head Ukyo continues.

"The truth is I'm also envious of my sensitive hearing, sometimes I will hear things Im not suppose to hear but you know what really helps? Ukyo paused giving a warm smile.

Yes what Kohaku needs right now is emphathy  even though his knowledge in psychology is inferior that of Gen but it is one of the common and genuine way to help out anyone.

..."I just let it."

Kohaku slightly flinch and her eyes widened.

"Forcing yourself to hold it in even when your about to throw up just makes matters worse right?  I should know, my first day at the submarine makes me really sick that I want to pull my gut out."

Yes your'e not alone

...

...

" Uh sorry about the gruesome illustration."

"No its only normal." Kohaku brushed off.

That's Senku's lioness for you

"I knew Im not the only one... But what I fear if I get attach to him and letting go will be more difficult." Kohaku lamented.

The issue is now clear. She's just blaming it all to her eyes but the real deal is her feelings.

She's growing alright and it is unavoidable for anyone to feel that way.

Like Ukyo can see Senku and Kohaku had been literally went through blades and stones and their mutual trust makes them good friends but somehow its likly that one might start to look at the other differently.

The pair were silent for a while. Letting the evening aura take over making light sounds of air passing through stones.

Ukyo rest his head against his arms for a second trying to get answers for Kohaku's problem.

Though.....

Is he even fit for solving her problem,maybe it would be better if Gen will tell her....no does he even need to solve it?

"Sorry if I bother you Ukyo, I  get too emotional sometimes." Kohaku stand up and started to brush off the dirt from her navy blue dress and just as she's about to wave goodnight, she sensed a sudden spark beside her. Right there, Ukyo made a little  fire from using his bows and with a dozen of small sticks he gathered.

"The answer depends on your resolve Kohaku...you can either choose to look at him forever or shut your eyes, whatever works best for you all I can do is give you my advice. I don't have the authority to tell you what to do...... But right now why don't you let your senses take you somewhere else. It's getting cold you know." Ukyo hummed while putting more ignition on the fire.

Kohaku was drawn to the relaxing warmth of the newly made campfire a little smaller than that with the rest of the crew. Without knowing it she's starting to forget on what she's chafing about, a moment ago.

Unexpectedly an east wind blew caugthing the duo off-guard letting Kohaku's hair went loose and almost taking Ukyo's hat away. Without warning a stronger wind came and blew their makeshift campfire away, getting dark again so suddenly made Kohaku laugh akin to Ukyo who's groaning over the blown campfire.

"Well, some things don't always look and stay as they seem, one minute ago we have the fire I thought will hold yet now its already gone."Ukyo chuckled though  attempting to make the fire again.

"That makes sense....everything change eventually, up to the point where a problem is no more." Kohaku softly stated coming up to her realization.

Ukyo smiled he was  relieved that Kohaku finally get what he means.

"Well Im glad the lesson Im implying  reached you."The archer exclaimed.

" Life goes on Kohaku"

Kohaku nod and smile in agreement.

"Yeah...I also learned you should never build a small fire on a high windy place". She jokingly concluded.

"Come  on I know that....."Ukyo sheepishly laughed.

The night even grew darker but the stars and the moon appears to grew  even brighter. The pair enjoyed the diamond ornamented void as the evening hyms envelops around them.

"Listen Kohaku" Ukyo whispered.

"This might be just one of my ideals but I always believe that life has many angles that each one can see and discover that's why I don't like anyone to die  because they won't be able to enjoy it if they're dead... So Im convincing you to look at the other angles too Kohaku."

The huntress eyes were opened a hint of sparkles will be found in her eyes and a warm smile on her face being moved of what just her trustworthy comrade said. Although it's still not clear in her mind what he is saying. But whatever it is she will someday understand just like what he said life goes on.

" I'll gladly take the advice,I will surely enjoy, look forward to it."

-end

Obviously this is my first fanfic... Just to be frank I got tired reading the romance genre so I made something platonic and between- friends -kind -of- a -thing fanfic between low-key duo in dr. Stone. (Yes you just read it)

Speaking of low-key I'm also making fanfic for other underrated dcst (so called canon couples)

[quitetommy]

a collection of us

this is NOT edited and im sorry whoops!! but i hope yall enjoy! theres no warnings for this bc its all fluff :’)

A collection of adorably soft moments from the Holland household (as seen by Y/N, Tom, and others)

[person A and person B pressing their faces together sleepily, not even kissing, just resting their foreheads together, noses brushing, breathing each other in.]

The day was no longer upon her, the sun was far away now. The window next to her was opened, the moonlight and wind creeping in. It was late, far too late for her. Normally, she’d be fast asleep dreaming about the day her pretty boy would be back. Why was she still up? Well, today was that day; today was the day her handsome boy would be coming back. She would finally smell his gorgeous smell again, hear his pretty laugh, look into those pretty brown eyes she loved so much. 

It was hell being without him, sure, she had her own things going on and she was able to live without him but that didn’t mean she wanted to. He was her boy and she’d do anything to be with him. She’d do anything for that boy. He could ask her to help him rob a bank and she’d be driving the getaway car, for whatever he wanted she was there. And fortunately, he was her ride or die, as well. She needed a buddy? He was there with laughs and sappy movies to watch. She needed a shoulder to cry on? He was there with his shoulder and tissues and many, many hugs. She needed an alibi? He was already thinking of all the things they were supposedly doing to save her from the many troubling things that would snatch her away from him. 

Point is they were each other’s one. You know, each other’s soulmate. The pair put the whole ‘red string of fate’ thing to shame. They were the ones that everyone wanted to be. He was the perfect boy that every girl wanted and she was the pretty girlfriend that everyone wanted on their team. They were it for each other, it was that simple. 

So, two-thirty in the morning, and here she was wide awake. Her hair was messily up in a bun, face free of any makeup and she had on one of his many hoodies purposely left behind. This was his favorite look, every time he saw her like this, he knew he knew he had made the right choice picking her. A cup of green tea was steaming on the side table (although Tom always made it better than she could- must be the British in him), and she had one of her many ratty old poetry books open on her lap. Her eyes and brain soaked up the perfectly strung together sentences while her ears tuned into the quiet music playing from the shitty speaker across the room. 

It was quiet for awhile, nothing disturbing the girl other than her music and page turning-- that was until she heard the familiar sound of keys being thrusted into the lock before unlocking. His pretty girl heard the door open and then shut, bags hitting the floor, before she heard his angelic voice call out. “Darlin’, you awake?” 

Jumping up and throwing her already read book somewhere, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. His voice was everything- everything she missed, everything she loved, everything she wanted. She, of course, had heard it over the phone for the course of the past few months, but this was different. This was real. This was only right outside in the living room, this was a clear voice, no static following. This was her pretty boy. 

Squealing, she made her way out to him, arms opened wide. His arms were open, too, like he was waiting for her to occupy the space in them. Hell, of course he was. He hadn’t held his girl in months and he refused to go another second without feeling her. Once she was close enough, he closed his toned arms around her and spun around, pulling excited laughs out of his girl. 

“Hi pretty girl,” his voice was loud in her ear, but she didn’t care. He was right here, after months and months of being away.

“Hi, Tommy.”

Euphoric. That’s what he was feeling, god, he had missed his pretty girl. Her fingers curled into his hair, pulling his face down to hers, pressing a short series of kisses to his surprisingly soft lips (they were always so damn soft, and she wasn’t ever sure how, she had never seen him use any fucking chapstick). This went on for a few seconds longer, each putting trying to put all their love into said kisses, before their chests started to burn from lack of oxygen. Neither wanted to pull away, Tom whining when Y/N finally did. But after a quick breath, he dove back in, wanting to be close to her. Smiles came in between their kisses, eventually small gasps leaving them both. Their kisses were long and left the other wanting more. Both Tom and Y/N’s arms were pulling each other close, holding them there like they were going to disappear. 

Pushing herself on her toes, Y/N rested her head in the crook of her boy’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his heart warming his chest up. He was sure that she could hear his heartbeat. It was so loud, louder than he wished, but he couldn’t care any less because he could recall a time when Y/N had told him she loved hearing his heartbeat. 

In the most loving way, he pulled away from her, placing his forehead against hers, smiling. The tiredness only now hitting them. He giggled and placed a soft kiss to her nose after she yawned. Their noses were touching, eyes closed in content. “Missed you too, my love.”

 [person A and person B falling asleep together with their heads on the other’s shoulder/head in the backseat of the car while their friend is driving.]

Besides each other, the most important thing to both Tom and Y/N was family. And within family was friends, and they each tried to spend as much time as they could with said family. Which is why Tom and Y/N were both currently in the back of a cramped car. 

A car that was headed two hours away to a very pretty campsite with lots of outside activities. They were all taking a break from their busy schedules to have quality time together. In front was Tom’s best friend, Harrison, and his girlfriend Angel. 

Haz and Angel had been dating for a little over a year (a little short of Tom and Y/N’s long two years), and they were loved just as much as the couple in the back. 

The sun was just barely peeking over the distance, making the sky a pretty pink and orange collage. The radio clock read 6:43AM and Y/N was seriously reconsidering this trip. 

Music was softly playing from the car speakers and Y/N was very grateful for the stop for coffee they had made only twenty minutes earlier. The flavored drink was happily making its way down her throat when Harrison finally spoke. 

“So, I was looking at this place up online, Tom, and they recommended a course only ten minutes away!” Harrison’s free hand was on his pretty girlfriend's leg. Both girlfriends laughed, sharing the funny fact that they were in love with complete dorks. Tom’s eyes widened and a smile broke out onto his face, “Sick! We can go tonight when we’re settled?”

“Sure, man. What are you two planning on doing?” Harrison directed the second part of his response at his girl. Taking a sip of her iced drink, she shrugged looking at her friend in the backseat. 

“Probably just lay out,” the younger of the two suggested, she was silently hoping that Angel was content with that because all Y/N wanted to do was get tan. It had been so long since she tanned that her lovely boyfriend had started calling her casper. It was not fun. The girl desperately needed some sun. When Angel smiled and nodded, Y/N started to get excited at the thought of the warm sun touching her skin. 

It was then that Harrison had decided that had been enough conversation and he turned up the radio. The song that first played was one of the overplayed ones that everyone collectively hated but no one ever had the heart to change. It was extremely annoying, but Y/N found herself humming along and tapping her fingers to the beat on the back of Tom’s hand. They had been holding hands for awhile now and he had brought her hand up to his mouth to leave a soft kiss there, when she started singing. 

The sun was still rising and the couple up front was still quietly talking when Y/N felt Tom’s head fall onto her shoulder. Both of their coffees were long gone and they were not feeling the effects. Instead, they were growing increasingly sleepier, obviously Tom being the most tired seeing as how his eyes were closed and his baby snores were escaping his mouth. 

His pretty girl smiled upon seeing this. She was happy that he was sleeping, he never got enough. She quietly watched him sleep, the soft music that was playing soothing her nerves. Her heart warmed at the sleepy boy, he snuggled closer to her. Her eyes roamed over the small amount of freckles on his nose and the way that his long eyelashes curved over his cheekbones. She watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, she watched as his fingers subconsciously tightened around hers. 

And unbeknownst to them, Harrison was watching them through the mirror, smiling as Y/N rested her head on her sleepy boy, falling asleep herself. 

[person B falls asleep in person A’s lap and person A is having a conversation with someone else while stroking person B’s hair.]

Long days were not something that was new to Tom and Y/N. They were both used to the long nights and the even longer nights. Tom’s job was not something that they took for granted but it wasn’t helpful when Tom barely got any sleep. Y/N, being the amazing girl she is, was constantly asking him if he was feeling alright, if he was getting enough sleep; eating enough. He loved that about her; how much she cared for those she loved. 

Tom loved his job, sure, but he hated how easily overworked he got. He sometimes just wished he could spend all day with his pretty girl. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girl and stay in bed all day. He would be happy just being with her, no matter what they were doing. As long as he was with his girl he would be perfect. 

Just like now, he was beyond tired and he missed his girl so, so fucking much. So here he was, laying in his girls arms, head in her lap. Harrison was over, happily talking to Y/N about everything and anything. The television was playing in the background at a low volume. Tom’s head was on Y/N’s leg and his body was stretched out on the rest of the couch. He was comfortably in an old hoodie and sweats, all matched up with some fuzzy socks his girl had bought him for his birthday. When he first pulled the spiderman covered socks out of the bag he laughed, a little confused on why he had received socks, but when he tried them out he was in heaven, gaining many “i told you so”s from his girlfriend. 

Tom’s hand was placed on Y/N’s exposed knee, thumb rubbing lovingly. Y/N’s and Harrison’s voice was melting together, blurring in his very tired mind. He felt his girl lean down, lips pressing on his temple before finding his ear and whispering, “It’s okay, pretty boy, go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He hummed in response, letting sleep overtake him. He was so, so happy being there with his girl, while she rubbed his curls away from his face while she talked with their friend. He would be happy here with her for the rest of his life and he was completely content with this fact.

[person A helping person B dry and brush their hair after a shower.]

Long and hard days were not something that only Tom owned. They were something Y/N also occasionally had. When her long days came around, she was more whiny than her boy. She would stomp in and throw her things down before finding and latching herself to her pretty guy. She would moan and groan until he dropped everything and gave her the attention she wanted. She would giggle and smile as Tom kissed all over her face. She’d pull him to the couch and snuggle up against him, eyes closed tightly in hopes of shutting away the whole word. 

She’d frown and cry until Tom would push her hair away from her face, softly asking, “Wanna talk about it, darlin’?” 

She’d never want to. She would just shake her head and say, “Just want you.”

He’d smile and he’d feel his heart warm. God, he loved her. He would do anything to see her smile, even if that meant letting her attach herself to him like they were one person. “How ‘bout a shower? Hmm? Might make you feel better.” 

That’s all it took, a shower and she’d come to her senses and realize that everything was alright and that she was being a little ridiculous(not that Tom cared, though, he wouldn’t care if she was the biggest drama queen around, he’d still love her). During her shower, he would gather up her comfiest clothes, including one of his jumpers that she loved (he even would spray it with his cologne so it smelled like him even more) and he’d place them on the sink where she could easily grab them. Sometimes if it was a bad night, he’d help her into siad clothes, but without fail, every time one of these nights happened he would always brush out her knotted hair. This would calm her nerves and to be honest, he liked playing with her hair. She would sleepily stand in front of the bathroom mirror and he’d comb out her hair while whispering sweet nothings to her or singing softly to her. And without fail, every night, she’d turn on her heal and softly kiss her boy, mumbling a very, very cute “I love you.” and then everything was right in the world because he had her and she had him and that’s all they needed.

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Hey remember when I said I’d do a lyric analysis of northern downpour, and then didn’t do that for like 6 months? yeah here we go:

the opening line of Northern Downpour: “if all our life is but dream” really sets the tone for the song, its half quoting a children’s song; establishing the almost nursery rhyme aesthetic the has going on for large parts. The changes Ryan makes to the line also reveal important thematic elements in the song--“life is but a dream” is changed from a definitive and general statement; its no longer commenting about general reality but rather questioning all his established feelings about their relationship. He is turning to the other person and saying “is any of this real? is this all a fantasy ive built up in my head?” it feels almost as if he is Begging them to contradict him, to tell him what they have is good and Real and not just “broken glass”, that for a second looked like “diamonds”, and although theres a desperate uncertainty to how hes wording these thoughts “/if/ all our life is but a dream” “/do appear/ to be, just like broken glass /to me/“ you get a sense its less that he’s unsure and more that he has this realization and he is /Praying/ he is wrong.

The second verse seems to be the other person’s reply, but instead of addressing his thoughts and questions they turns to what seem like general criticisms of him “i cant believe that genius only comes across in storms of fable foreign tongues”, this line seems to be a dig at how he expresses himself: unorganized, wild, and hard to understand, while they insist thats this cant be the only way, they offer him this rather than, as noted before, addressing his fear that they’re relationship is nothing more than a fantasy or a dream.

The chorus seems to shift away slightly from the conversation the first to verses are detailing, the tone also switches back to the nursery rhyme that was present in the first line of the song. It’s directed to a personified version of the moon, a common theme in english nursery rhymes, it’s also reminiscent of ‘rain, rain go away’ although reversed in meaning. Overall the line is almost a prayer, begging the moon to say in the in the hope that that would freeze this moment forever, this hope adds a sense of anxiety to the whole song as if whatever happiness is held in this moment is fragile and will inevitably end with the day break. Using a child like tone gives the line an innocent edge, innocent as in ignorant rather, he’s asking for an impossible thing, wording it like a nursery rhyme or children’s song acknowledges this, asking for this night/this moment/ maybe even this entire relationship to last is as fruitless as child singing to that rain in the hope that it will bring fair weather

“Sugarcane in the easy morning/weathervanes my one and lonely”; speaks of Contrast; the first line feels to me to be about happiness and contentment: sugarcane is sweet and wonderful but also simple and natural, he also used the word ‘easy’ which i think compounds that, its a situation that is happy and beautiful but also effortless then you add the setting of the morning time which brings with it a sense of domesticality, and so the line paints a picture of a relationship or situation that is blissful and warm but natural and content also(much like a home)This is immediately contrasted with the next line; ‘weathervanes my one and lonely’ : weathervanes are an image that instantly conjure(for me anyway) ideas of isolation, they are distant from everything, they’re an object you own but have no physical contact with, this is then emphasized by the weathervane being described as lonely, Ryan, by using a possessive phrase aligns himself with the weathervane, creating the suggestion they are the same(he is also isolated and alone). Further more the choice of a weathervane suggests location as well, theyre an object rarely if ever found in the city, an object that is completely connected to farm life, as this is a song written by someone who lives in a city but travels long, long distances through the country seeing things like weathervanes would be a visual reminder that he’s a far from home as it well as being an object that is ‘lonely’ in its own right, bringing us back to the ‘one and lonely’ part, they’re joined together by their equal loneliness.

we shift back to the conversation here with a description of the of the other person talking: “through playful lips made of yarn”, Ryan has been using body imagery through out the song, and theres often been a subtle personification of the body parts, which is very true in this case. Instead of the speaker being simply described as talking the words move through their ‘playful lips’, which gives the words an edge of agency in their own right. But in this case he hasn’t just personified the lips, he’s also given them a sense of the artificial, by describing them as being made of ‘yarn’, not only is it a artificial material, it also has a strikingly different texture to lips(the line wouldnt have the same effect had he used plastic instead) the description gains a very haptic feel to it, but also alien and strange, potentially indicating his feelings towards the other person at this point.

The emotion of the verse starts shifts back to the more distraught feeling at the start of the song, the “Capricorn” is described as “fragile” and the words the came from the “playful lips” now “unravel”. As if the as the conversation progresses the other person gets more and more upset, and their speech more jumbled.

There isn’t a clear indication who or what ‘that fragile capricorn’ is, the natural inclination is that it’s the other person(presumably they are a capricorn) but its place in the verse seems to suggest otherwise— it seem to be the cause for the mood change, “/That/ fragile Capricorn /unraveled/ words like moths upon old scarves”, like it is the cause for the unraveling, I want to argue that its an outside force or situation, potentially the conversation they are currently having; tentative and hanging over their heads.

this is immediately followed by, what ryan described as the central line of p.o.: “I know the world’s a broken bone but melt your headaches call it home”, in the context of this song potentially being about a troubled relationship it could be taken to be about that specifically, a plea either to the other person or himself to keep working on the problems in their relationship, but I think its almost meant to be taken in general sense,(potentially as well) its not enough to just acknowledge the ways in which your life, or the wide world is hard and harmful and then to wallow it that pain, rather you have to then be proactive in that situation and Make It Better(which is a bit of a theme in jon’s solo music but i Digress).

the song then moves back into a repetition of the ‘sugarcane’ line, eventually interlaced with ‘hey moon’, finally the song ends on two new lines: “You are at the top of my lungs/Drawn to the ones who never yawn” and return to the body imagery that has ran through the song, “you are at the top of my lungs” has implication of someone ‘taking your breathe away’(tho its infinitely better worded that i actually feel guilty describing it as such but i dont know how else to put it). yawning is a sign of tiredness or boredom so the opposite of that invokes connotations of focus or intensity, tho i got to say im unclear as to whether that line refers to Him being “drawn to the ones who never yawn” or the other person, I default on it being the other person because of the wording but it makes more sense to me if it refers to ryan idk

basically northern downpour is a song that sits tentatively strung between the knowledge that maybe this relationship isnt the healthiest and being So in love with the other person that you almost dont care but mainly desperately want to be proved wrong, desperately begging the moon to stay in the sky so this Good moment doesnt end and you wont have to face reality by the harsh light of day

Some Notes

•this might be a a bit of a hot take idk it isnt really what i thought about the song until i thought intensly about each line for hours but once i landed on it the more i became convinced that was what the song was talking about, its still just my interpretation tho, how ever you interpretated it is just as valid u know, and if you wanna send me your thoughts about northern downpour(or any song off pretty odd lmao) please feel free! i obviously have Thoughts lmaoo

•kinda wanna write an entire piece about how northern downpour, dangrous blues and lie to the truth are basically a trilogy, kinda wanna cry

•i had to physically stop myself from writing an entire paragraph about how ‘i know the worlds a broken bone but melt your headaches call it home’ is a progression from the central ideas of fever and im real emotional about it but i managed to control myself cos it didnt really fit

[soaimagines]

You Had Me At Merlot

(Yes, that is a wine pun.)

Request: Imagine Opie missing an important event of yours. You fight and you leave.

“Will Harry be joining us this evening?” You glanced at the empty seat next to you and back at your boss. “He’ll be here,” You assured him with a nod. Your boss smiled tightly and turned back to his menu. None of them had been particularly pleased when you had said you would be bringing Opie to the work dinner. Apparently the ‘plus one’ invite was more of a formality than an actual offer. At least, when it came to your big bad biker boyfriend, that is. Your boss had been more than happy when wives had entered with your coworkers and you had walked in alone. But that wouldn't last. Ope would be here. He had promised. Barbara across the table gave you a sympathetic smile and you tried not to roll your eyes. “You okay hun?” You took a long sip of the wine in front of you. “Just peachy.” You flashed her a smiled. “So anyway, we took the kids to Hawaii last summer. It was ah-mazing.” This time you rolled your eyes, unable to hide it as you listened to Carl, one of your coworkers drone on about their Brady Bunch perfect family and their lives and all the vacations they had taken together. “Its okay if he doesn't come hun. Boys will be boys. You can do much better” Barbara whispered across the table. You raised your glass in her direction, acknowledging her comment and took a long sip. A waiter refilled your now empty glass and you thanked him. Barbara was always convinced that every male that walked the earth was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. Opie, however, wasn’t like that. Or was he? You practically heard the clock tick by another thirty minutes and with every passing second you were becoming more agitated, the empty seat next to you making its presence known. Barbara had lipstick on her teeth. You should probably tell her. it was the right thing to do. Girl code, and all that. But you hated Barbara and her sympathetic smiles, and you were too busy feeling sorry for yourself anyway. As if on queue she tapped her watch and threw you a knowing smile. “Maybe you should slow down on the wine, hun.” Barbara whispered across the table. “No can do, Barb.” You took another sip and your boss stood and walked around the table, from his spot at the head. He stopped behind you and leant into your ear. “Maybe we should order?” You sighed and nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show on your face. He had promised you. “He’s a bad boy, hun. He can’t be tamed. Best find yourself a nice hardworking man.” You ignored Barbara and gestured for the waiter once more. “Can I grab another bottle?” The waiter nodded and took the now empty bottle of wine away. You weren't usually a big drinker, but hey, if work was paying you may as well make the most of it. And if you were gonna survive the rest of the night with Barb and Carl you would need all the wine you could get. “And we just know young Toby is going to make Captain. I mean, have you seen him play?!” Carl was bragging, a smug laugh erupting from his lips. He had a sweater draped over his shoulders and you fought the urge to leap across the table and strangle him with the cashmere sleeves. His wife beside him laughed, although you were surprised she could even move her facial muscles, from all the plastic surgery she’d had. “New drinking game.” Tyson whispered in your ear. You turned to the new intern, who sat in the seat next to you. You’d never talked to him but from the sound of his proposal he might be the only person that could keep you sane through this. “Every time he mentions Toby we drink.” You smirked and held out your hand for a shake. “Everytime Barb says ‘Hun’, we drink.” Tyson shook your hand and you both smiled at each other. The waiter approached and placed your bottle of wine on the table. “Shall I remove these plates, or are we still waiting on a guest?” The waiter asked. “You can take them.” You sighed. Lets face it. Opie wasn't coming. “For the best, hun.” You turned to Tyson, and you both raised your glasses, clinking them in the air as you laughed.

The car pulled into your street and you banged your hand on the dashboard as you neared your house, unable to speak as you were chugging back wine from the bottle in your hand. “Here it is, Barb!” You practically yelled, a red drop of wine dribbling down your chin. She pulled over and you took a swig of the bottle you were clinging to so desperately. “i think you've had enough, hun.” You sniggered and shook your head. You pulled Barbara into a hug, unintentionally smooshing her face into your chest, her tight curls tickling your chin. “Thanks for the ride, Barb. You da real MVP!” “MV what?” You snorted and pushed open the car door and stumbled your way out of the car. “Will you be okay, hun?” Barb asked, leaning across the car as you swung the door shut. “Always!” You slurred and took a step backwards, flashing barb the finger guns. You leant forward and gave the car a good pat on the roof, signalling Barb to take off. “Adios!” You shouted after her as she waved out the window and drove off. You laughed to yourself as you stumbled your way to the front door, your heels in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. Opies bike was in his usual spot; dead centre of the driveway. You fumbled with your keys and eventually pushed the door open. The lights were on and you could hear the tv playing in the living room. You dropped your heels by the door and staggered your way to the lounge. Opie was sat draped across the sofa, a beer in his hand and his long legs stretched across the cushions. His head was resting on the arm rest and his long hair hung down the side of the sofa. He had one arm across his chest, holding his beer while the other was draped up across the back of the sofa, showing off his toned biceps. “Did you grab some dinner babe? I’m starving.” He didn't bother to look up, he just took a sip of his beer and turned his eyes back to the tv. You leant against the doorway, needing the extra support in your drunken state. “I already ate.” Opie frowned and finally turned to look at you. Your hair was hanging loosely around your face and you wore a black dress. He noticed the wine bottle in your hand and from the way you were slouched against the doorframe he knew you were drunk. “Jesus, (y/n), where have you been?” “Could ask you the same question.” You took a swig of your wine and wiped your mouth on the back of your hand. Opie turned the tv down and sat up, his face stern. “I was at the clubhouse. Where were you?” His voice was firm, like he was scolding you. “At the work dinner. The one you were supposed to be at.” His face fell and he buried his face in his hands. “Shit.” He stood. “Im sorry, babe. I got caught up with club shit.” “Theres always club shit, Ope.” He walked towards you and reached for your hips but you pushed his hands away. “Im sorry, (y/n). I-“ “You promised.” Opie sighed and ran a large hand over his face. “I know, babe. But you know I gotta put the club first.” “What about me, Ope?” You pushed him away and started walking to the bedroom.  “Ya know what, maybe Barb is right.” “Barb? I thought you hated that crazy bitch.” You gasped and turned back to face him, and he was taken aback by the crazy wild look in your eyes. “How dare you speak about my sweet angel like that!” Opie sighed and shook his head. “And whats Barb right about then, huh?” “She thinks you don't deserve me!” You yelled. “Thinks that you don't treat me right.” “Jesus christ, (y/n) I missed one fucking dinner. Its not a big deal.” “Its a big deal to me, Ope!” He stared at you, surprised by the anger setting through you. “And its more than just one dinner Opie. I don't even know how many nights Ive spent waiting up for you, cause it happens so fucking often!” “You knew what you were getting into,” Opie warned, his voice rising to match yours. You laughed bitterly and shook your head. “I did, Ope. You’re right. I knew what I was getting into. But it wasn't this.” You gestured to the space between you. “We can talk about this when your sober, (y/n).” “Pffft.” You took a swig of the wine in your hand, ignoring Opie as he watched you angrily, his jaw clenching. “Will we, Ope? Or will you just stand me up again?” He turned and headed back to the living room. “Dont walk away from me!” You yelled, anger burning through your veins. The volume of the tv turned up, tuning you out and steam practically shot out your ears. “Motherfucker!” You snarled and threw the bottle of wine. It collided with the wall of the hallway, shattering into pieces and the red liquid seeped into the carpet. You were too angry to care about the stain you knew it would leave. You spun on your heels and marched to the bedroom. You knelt by the bed and yanked your rucksack out from beneath it. Then you tore around the room like a tornado, ripping clothes from hangers and from drawers and shoving them into the bag. When you were done you slung it onto your shoulder and left the room, leaving a trail of scattered clothing and half open drawers. Opie didn't hear the front door open, and he didn't hear it shut. He didn't hear your cab pull up. He didn't hear you leave.

~

“You gonna answer that, hun?” You shook your head and turned over your phone, ignoring the call from Opie. Barbara sighed and placed a glass of orange juice on the wooden dining table in front of you. “Did you take a sick day hun?” “Yup.” Barbara nodded, sympathetically, of course. She reached for her handbag and slung it over her shoulder. “Okay hun well you know where to find me if you need me.” “Thank you Barb.” You smiled at the older woman and leant back in the chair, twirling the glass in your hands. Barb left the house, closing the door behind her. You had been staying with Barb ever since you left that night. It had been six days and Opie had been calling and texting you nonstop. You had ignored every one of them. Maybe you were over reacting. But you were fed up. Ever since you had started dating Opie your relationship had been filled with empty promises. You knew the club kept him busy and you understood that. You never asked him for much. But he spent countless nights away from home and he never seemed to care that you were alone in that house. It wasn't the first date he had missed but the situation always ended the same. He would promise to make it up to you, but that promise would leave you disappointed just like all the others. Only this time it was different. You had no idea why you allowed him to do it to you, over and over. Each time with a new start, a new him, a new chance to leave behind the disappointment and the hurt . But you would stand in the middle of your living room in your best dress and your high heeled shoes, a hint of blush on your cheeks and you'd watch the clock above the mantel tick past and you would realise he had done it again. Your heart would sink and your anger would flare. Never again. You would vow under your breath. But how many times had you said that before? Too many times. Did you mean it this time? Barb had been kind in her offering you a place to stay. You appreciated it, but god that woman was driving you crazy. She meant well and you knew she was only looking after you, but if you heard her say ‘hun’ one more time you might just have to smother her in her sleep. She had never brought anything more modern than the 1970s. The walls were painted tangerine, except for the bathroom that was wall papered with a sickly floral pattern. The furniture was sparse and the furniture she did own, was covered in a sheet of plastic. There was at least one bowl of potpourri in every room. And she had cats. You didn't have a problem with cats. In fact you liked them. But Barb had seven and you were surprised you'd even survived here for so long, as you had woken several times a night due to the fluffiest cat out of them all sitting right on your chest, staring you in the eyes with a look of death. They weren't even nice cats. They all hissed at you and none of them had let you pat them so far. You heard a knock on the door and sighed, scraping back your chair and heading for the door. “What’d you forget, Barb?” You sighed as you opened the door. Only it wasn't Barb. It was Opie, He raised an eyebrow at your appearance and lifted a cigarette to his lips. Your hair was in braids and you wore an old fashioned night gown that hung down to your calves, with fluffy pink rabbit ear slippers. Barb really was taking extra special care. “The fuck are you wearing?” You shrugged. “Don’t ask.” “What are you doing here, Ope?” “Came to bring you home.” “How’d you find me?” Opie took another drag off his cigarette and tossed the butt to the ground, crushing it under his heavy boot. “I went by all your friends houses. When they hadn't seen you I got Juice to track your phone.” “Come in. I don't wanna let the cats out.” You nodded and stepped back, allowing him to enter. You had enough respect for Barb to not let her neighbours see you argue with a biker in front of her house. He walked in and you led him to the dining room, and you sat in your previous seat and sipped at your juice. Opie sat opposite you and reached for your hands. “I’m sorry babe.” You met his eye. “I know I need to make more of an effort.” You scoffed and looked away, knowing that if you looked into his eyes any longer you would break. “Its just the club is so-“ “I dont care about the club, Ope.” You interrupted. “You know I love the guys, and I don't mind that you spend so much time with them. I really dont.” “But you cant keep standing me up. Especially in front of my colleagues.” “I know babe.” You sighed and twiddled your fingers in your lap. Why was love so overpowering? You didn't want to cave. But you loved him so goddamned much that you knew you were going to give in. Your love for him was blinding and you were almost as naive as the first time you'd had this conversation. “I cant do this again.” “What are you saying?” “Im saying this is it. Your last shot.” His face broke into a smile but you shook your head. “I mean it Opie. If you fuck this up Im gone. And not just to Barbs for a week. I mean really gone.” Opie nodded and slid out of his seat. He knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands, pulling you round to face him. He cupped your face in his hands and pulled your lips towards his. “I will fix this. I promise.” You exhaled through your nose and nodded. “Will you come home?” You nodded. He looked into your eyes and smiled warmly. “You look like you joined a cult.” You sniggered. “You think this is bad? You shoulda seen the underwear she left out for me.” Opie smirked. “Are you wearing them now?” You bit your lip and lifted your hands, playing with your braids between your fingers. “Im not wearing aaaanything.” You whispered. A low growl left his throat and he pushed your knees apart, making you gasp. He hooked his hands under your knees and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He lifted your body off the seat and placed you on the table, his lips crashing down on yours. “I missed you,” You moaned against his lips as his hungry hands roamed over your body. You could feel his smile against your lips. And by the way he made love to you, on the dining room table with all seven of Barbs cats watching, you could tell he had missed you too. And you could tel that this time,things were different.

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