#i still haven't payed 'cos i don't have money after the last time i did this

[nel-world]

hi--

with roommate ALICE You can't be putting your mouth all over it like that.

JASON You're right, I should probably stick a bit of tongue in too.

ALICE Does everything have to be an innuendo with you?

JASON Haven't you heard? I'm the innuendo champ. I had to beat off some pretty stiff competition. Hashtag dad jokes.

ALICE It's not a dad joke. I'm not even old enough to be a dad. Even I'm old enough to be a dad, technically.

JASON What are you doing up this early, anyway?

ALICE Got an interview with a record company today, don't I?

JASON What one? Guinness Worlds?

ALICE Portal Records, actually. They're sort of a big deal, run by Marshall Healy.

JASON Oh, Bruce and his old filters.

ALICE So, are you still having those nightmares?

JASON What nightmares? The ones that you wake up from every day, screaming?

ALICE That's just cramp. I probably need more potassium. Anyway, I need you to sign for a package that's going to be delivered when I'm out.

JASON Sorry, I've blocked out my day for reading. No interruptions. (SARCASTICALLY) Yeah, reading.

ALICE Those nightmares haven't got anything to do with Melody, do they?

JASON Melody? Haven't thought about her in ages.

ALICE Then why are you constantly checking her Instagram?

JASON Oh, I am so late for work.

ALICE You're up early. Is it the nightmares? ////////////////// ROOMMATE: Let's go, man!

KAWMI: I have to bail, you know.

ROOMMATE: But you said you wanted these tickets.

KAWMI: Trust me, this is huge.

ROOMMATE: Are you gonna bail on me? i need to get out after my break up

KAWMI: Look, man, I swear if it was anything else I'd come. But Amy got me this meeting at the production company. I can't.

ROOMMATE: Just remember that next time … oh i have a missed from my ex , she must b in trouble.

roommate calls her ANDY: why r u calling me?

GWEN: What am I doing ? You're the one who phoned me.

ANDY: That was a mistake. I was trying to delete your number.

GWEN: I call it a sign.

ANDY: Yeah, a stop sign.

GWEN: We had a fun few months but it is over.

ANDY:Look, I messed up but you understand, I was hammered. Me and the boys were playing truth or dare.

GWEN: We're not back together, Andy.

ANDY: But we were great together. Just give me one more chance. Do you remember when we were more than friends? ////////////////// i need to make money to pay .(moving on job) where are you going ? my company is looking for a few more people. How about I sign you up?

PAT: (smooth) This job interview could be your golden ticket. PAT (CONT'D): Nine-to-five, cushy gig. No more of this starving artist nonsense.

BILL: (conflicted) I don't know, Pat… Acting is my passion.

PAT: (scoffing) Is it paying the bills? Face facts, buddy.

PAT (CONT'D): (pressing) This kind of opportunity doesn't come around often. Just think about it.

ERROL: i need to make money to pay for the audition space.

////////////////// MAX:is that u playing, Where did you learn to play like that?

ERROL: yea. I've had a few lessons.

MAX: i know u said u play but I figured you were going to be shit like all the other kids.

ERROL: Can you play anything else?

Errol takes the guitar from Max and begins to play 'VIVA LA VIDA' by COLDPLAY.

MAX: Errol, how would you like to be in my band?

ERROL: Would I need a humpback and a dodgy eye?

MAX: No. Think about it, u could be Jim Morrison to my Ray Manzarek.

ERROL: sure

ERROL: Wait, wait, wait, "Last Place Hero" is one of our unrecorded songs. I wrote the lyrics. And I wrote the melody, so if I change the lyrics, then it's a new song.

MAX: There's a way to win And a way to lose If you're a hero Just like Nero

ERROL: How about… "Just like Nero, burning bright in the night, but in the end, he was the last place hero"?

MAX: That's perfect! It gives the song a whole new meaning.

MAX: Now all I've got to do is finish off these lyrics.

ERROL: Do you not think this could maybe use some keyboard?

ERROL: Really? Cos I think this could use a little EDM vibe.

ERROL: How about something like this?

He plays a catchy electronic melody that complements MAX's guitar.

MAX: That's it! That's perfect!

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JOSH You're so sweet and saccharine I hardly can believe That when I see you coming I can feel you in my teeth Racing through my senses Candy in my brain Rotting everything inside You give me sugar pain Sugar in my blood making my heart flood Pumping through my arteries You hit me with a thud.

ALICE OK, thoughts.

JASON It's all right.

ALICE Just all right? It's just the "sugar in my blood, making my heart flood", kind of sounds like diabetes.

JASON Huh. It's a metaphor. But if sugar's a problem, I can always change it to honey.

GWEN It's not just the lyrics. It's the Father John Misty thing. You know, it's all a bit hipster, faux hippy, fake folk vibe. It's just not right for our debut LP.

JOSH We could change the arrangement.

ALICE It also has no appeal.

//////////////////MAX and ERROL talking about gals co worker

scene : with girlfriend discussing favorite film call from Mo Khan of Rage Records roommate

ERROL: Whoa, what are you doing?

MAX: What does it look like? I'm watching the news, i got nothing to do

MAX: Are those hearts you've got on your pyjamas?

ERROL: No, they're flowers.

RROL: I just really don't want to go to this party.

MAX: Why not?

ERROL: No reason. I just don't like parties.

MAX: Oh, man. But parties are great. Free food, free booze. Girls, drunk girls. What's not to like? You haven't lived until you've woken up in a stranger's garden, wearing nothing but a captain's hat and a smile on your face.

Parties are where you learn the art of pointless banter. Do you think I came out this charming? No. It was parties. If you don't learn to love parties, you'll end up being some weird, no party guy . Is that what you want? Is that what you want?

MAX: No!

ERROL: Get changed out of them Flower Power things and let's get you to a party! Are you sure he's going to like this?

MAX: Trust me. He's going to love it.

////////////////// ERROL and MAX find themselves in a whirlwind of excitement as they rush to meet Mo Khan of Rage Records

Right now? I mean, yeah, we can. OK. Thanks. MAX: That was Rage Records on the phone!

ERROL: That was Rage Records! I-I-I sent them a demo and a clip of us playing and Mo Khan at Rage Records, he wants us to come in right now for a meeting with them.

MAX: Who's Mo Khan?

ERROL: Mo Khan of Rage Records! He's like the Simon Cowell of Rage Records, . I mean, if he tweets about us once, we are pretty much automatically famous.

MAX: What do you think?

ERROL: You look like a vicar.

MAX: I look like a domino. I look like a sexy, sexy domino. People love dominos. Domino's Pizza, Fats Domino.

ANDY: Your face looks like a Furby.

ERROL: Only breath mints from Mo's desk. Didn't taste very nice though.

I keep my E in a mint tin.

ANDY: What?!

MAX: Yeah. tripping balls on Ecstasy.

ERROL: Errol, how many mints did you have?

////////////////// ERROL: let's have a game!

MAX: I've got a better idea. Let's write a song!

ERROL: When was the last time you wrote a really cracking tune? We haven't done anything together since,.

MAX: Yeah. I'm just kind of letting some ideas percolate at the moment.

ERROL: No. Are you telling me you haven't written

MAX: I don't have writer's block!

///////////MAX and ERROL turn their conversation about writer's block ~ ERROL: Let's write a song about it.

MAX: That's a great idea! strums guitar Restraining order! Restraining order!

ERROL: joins in Don't take away my happiness you BLEEP.

MAX: laughs Whoa! Whoa!

ERROL: What? Too much? I mean I could say, "Witch". It's not as good but it rhymes.

MAX: grinning Yeah, "Witch" works. Let's go with that.

////////////////// MAX: Your imagination's in a rut and we're going to free it.

ROOMMATE: I need tp get healthy. im throwing away the meat

ERROL: High in trans-fat. High in sodium. High in sugar. How often do you get exercise per week?

MAX: Please, this body takes care of itself.

ERROL: Zero exercise. ERROL: High in sugar. High in…

MAX: I was just high.

ERROL: Do you get regular bowel movements?

MAX: What's that got to do with anything?!

ERROL: Irregular BMs. When was the last time you were intimate with a lady?

MAX: Now, a gentleman never tells.

ERROL: Eight months and 23 days, all right? That completes the questionnaire.

MAX: It keeps the mind focused.

ERROL: I'm focused. Now let's play video games? //////////////////

MAX: Hello? Andy? Errol? What happened? Did you overdose?

ERROL coughs.

ERROL: I've got the flu.

MAX: Why aren't you running for your life?

ERROL: Oh, I've had the flu jab. I'm invincible.

MAX: Oh. What do you want? You came to give me a piece of paper?

ERROL: It's a song competition. I'll go and make a cup of tea and you can read the details.

[ERROL heads to the kitchen while MAX takes the paper and begins to read.]

ROOMMATE: Did you take the medication

STUDENT: I did. I've been feeling better. But now… I'm having cold sweats. And this headache won't quit, been pounding since 4:00 in the morning. (Student sets the glass down.)

ROOMMATE: What about your voice?

STUDENT: It's better.

ROOMMATE: Just… Just be careful.

////////////////// PAT: (smooth) This job interview could be your golden ticket. PAT (CONT'D): Nine-to-five, cushy gig. No more of this starving artist nonsense.

BILL: (conflicted) I don't know, Pat… Acting is my passion.

PAT: (scoffing) Is it paying the bills? Face facts, buddy

MICHAEL my company is looking for a few more people. How about I sign you up?

JON yesm i will

////////////////// ERROL: There you have it, the most dangerous animal in the jungle. The female human. One minute she can take you to the heights of ecstasy, and the next she can shatter your soul with a single glance.

ERROL: Morning, ladies!

They approach a group of girls.

MAX: So tell me about this Ruby. What is she out of 10?

ERROL: She's a 10!

MAX: All right, now bear in mind . a two can never go out with an eight. That would be suicide. but Some people are immune to the whole scoring system altogether. Mega rich bastards, athletes, talented musicians.

MAX: Now, jokes. Women love good jokes. ERROL: I don't get it.

MAX: Trust me, it's hilarious. Now, what jokes have you got?

MAX: We'll work on the jokes. Right, now let's practise asking a girl out. I'll be a girl. You ask me out.

ERROL: Erm…hi.

MAX: "Erm…hi"? Seriously? Your opening line is the most important thing you'll ever say to a girl. If you can't think of anything funny, give her a compliment, buy her a drink. Be charming. Be charismatic. Be mysterious.

ERROL: Can't I just be myself?

MAX: No! Are you crazy? Never be yourself.

ERROL, in his pajamas adorned with flowers, catches MAX watching the news instead of resting. ERROL: Whoa, what are you doing?

MAX: What does it look like? I'm watching the news, i got nothing to do

MAX: Are those hearts you've got on your pyjamas?

ERROL: No, they're flowers.

RROL: I just really don't want to go to this party.

MAX: Why not?

ERROL: No reason. I just don't like parties.

MAX: Oh, man. But parties are great. Free food, free booze. Girls, drunk girls. What's not to like? You haven't lived until you've woken up in a stranger's garden, wearing nothing but a captain's hat and a smile on your face.

Parties are where you learn the art of pointless banter. Do you think I came out this charming? No. It was parties. If you don't learn to love parties, you'll end up being some weird, no party guy . Is that what you want? Is that what you want?

MAX: No!

ERROL: Get changed out of them Flower Power things and let's get you to a party! Are you sure he's going to like this?

MAX: Trust me. He's going to love it.

//////////////////

PAT: (smooth) This job interview could be your golden ticket. PAT (CONT'D): Nine-to-five, cushy gig. No more of this starving artist nonsense.

BILL: (conflicted) I don't know, Pat… Acting is my passion.

PAT: (scoffing) Is it paying the bills? Face facts, buddy

MICHAEL my company is looking for a few more people. How about I sign you up?

JON yesm i will

//////////////////

MICHAEL You didn't show up for the interview.

JON No, I didn't.

MICHAEL I recommended you, Jon. I MICHAEL I recommended you, Jon. I put my name on the line for you. JON Tell them I had a medical emergency.

MICHAEL This is my life.

JON It's just a job. It's selling stuff people don't need.

MICHAEL It's how I make my living.

JON There's more to life than money.

MICHAEL Money may not buy happiness, but it sure helps.

Well, it doesn’t hurt. I’m sorry for enjoying my life while I can.

(stops himself)

I've got to run.

He heads off in the opposite direction.

//////////////////

ICHAEL (ON PHONE): I think let’s give it a minute and see what happens next week…

(Jon enters.)

JON: I need a job. I’ll apologize for the interview.

MICHAEL (ON PHONE): I’m going to call you right back. (Hangs up the phone.)

JON: I want to do what you do. I want to have what you have.

MICHAEL: What is going on?

JON: I spent a lot of time on a solo show that is never going to happen. I can’t do it again, Mike.

MICHAEL: Are you done? The script you wrote is good.

JON: I can’t keep waiting. This is my life.

MICHAEL: I understand.

JON: You don’t understand. I’m running out of time.

MICHAEL: (scoffs) You are not running out of time. (pauses) I… I have lung cancer.

//////////////////

[asagi-red-wolf]

What happened with the zines?

Hey Anon, I'm gonna keep this short as the subject is a little anxiety inducing for me so apologies if I skim over things

I had a severe mental health crisis in December of 2021, including a suicide attempt, after wich my mom stepped in and temporarily cut me off from my projects for my health- she tried to step in and help following my instructions but understandably it was quite an enormous undertaking for someone who had no experience with zines, project management to that scale, or even using social media or instant messaging, and it was incredibly hard for her to try to keep things up

Some projects fell apart completely, like the Miraculous magic zine, others were taken over by my very capable and extremely kind and lovely co-mods, like the Yuri On Ice zines

I tried to keep in touch with some of the co-mods via email as I no longer had access to my discord, but unfortunately, as I'm sure many are aware, emails get lost and eaten quite often, and on some occasions I lost contact with my mods and fell outside of the project

There were also some cases, especially with the Teen Wolf soulmates zine, where I had been left as the only mod for months and I was trying to get help from contributors to update the social media, as the Tumblr purge on my zine blogs left only the Twitters available and I had no access to them, but that only occassionally worked

Financial management was either given to other mods (in the case of things like the YOI projects), or was held onto wile waiting for leftover sales to hit, like in cases with the IchiRuki zine, wich I later found out was taken over by one of the other mods who I've been trying to get in touch with to iron out details with, as we still had packages left from the Russian mail ban that haven't gone out and I was reluctant to start leftovers until those packages (as there are quite a few) could find their ways to their owners, however, there were also cases like the Yugioh horror zine where the zine was actually overdrawn (in the case of the horror zine, we were short over $300, wich I had spent out of my own pocket to complete shipping on, I had needed leftover sales to happen in order to make any donations, not to mention reimburse me for the money I'd spent- wich, between all projects, ended up totaling around $2,000 just in terms of funding shipping to contributors- IE: what I needed reimbursement for (things like certain packaging materials, customs import costs, and adding embellishments to bookmarks/necklaces, wich all totaled around $1,000, I was paying for out of my own pocket anyway and sought no reimbursement- they were things I was happy to provide for the zines out of love for my passion projects)

If anyone needs to reach out to me privately I can connect you with one of my co-mods to confirm that I covered $2,000 of my own money in zine production/shipping costs- I only say "privately" because I don't want to risk her getting slammed with messages out of nowhere, but please be aware (as evidenced by looking at my archive on here) I'm not on Tumblr much these days, I own my business and it keeps me extremely busy so I rarely have any down time

I still love zines, I still purchase them on a regular basis, so I'm heart-broken that things went the way they did, especially as I had made some really great connections through them that I've now lost due to losing access to my discord, but the mental health crisis I went through during the last year or so of my working on them was very serious and I'm lucky to have had my mom putting safeguards in place that I otherwise wouldn't have had to keep things from getting.... permanent....

If anyone needs to receipt check me, feel free to ask, I don't have access to some of the information anymore like the Bigcartel data as I closed my Bigcartel account ages ago and the data went with it, Awesomemerch also went belly up so certain things that I don't have on emails (like the proofs for some of the orders) aren't available either, but I do still have all of my receipts from every project I've worked on in case anything ever comes up about it and I need to show a papper trail

I know alot of people were upset by what happened, and mostly confused as I dissappeared into the ether and had no way of directing people from my past blog to this one, as- for those who don't know- Tumblr deleted my account in 2021 under false claims of it being a spam account (still boggled by that one to be honest) wich was posted about on many of the zine socials and can be confirmed by several different co-mods, for some reason my personal blog is still up but because it was a sideblog and not my actual account I can't log into it- the login page just says "this account was deactivated" when I try- and I'm extremely sorry that everything unfolded the way it did, but I'm happy and relieved to see that several of the projects I left in my comods' hands did well, that was all I ever cared about

[kroki-san]

How to become poor by kroki-san:

1. Watch 2 seasons of anime in one day (after exams, before spring semester)

2. Think "oh f-, she's cute" about this absolutely attractive 961 year old goth-loli demigod that kills people

3. Go through the tag with her name on tumblr

4. Find this post

5. F-

6. You are done

7. Your wallet is done with you too

Today’s scale figure of the day is:

Kotobukiya’s Rory Mercury Gate 自衛隊 彼の地にて、斯く戦えり / Gate: Jieitai Kanochi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri

[hussyknee]

Is it normal for your parents to completely lose the plot as they get older?

My Mum's never been the best mother or even a very good person. She's always been kind of like a toddler, self-absorbed, histrionic, narcissistic and hapless. I've felt more like her mother since I was around 12. But she's been going plumb batshit since Dad died seven years ago.

She's sixty-four now, a surgeon who retired from public service last year, but still runs a private practice that would be quite profitable if she wasn't such a careless, obstinate, incompetent. As it is, she's up to her neck in loans she can barely pay, works beyond her physical capacity, spends recklessly and then resents the hell out of everyone who needs her money or time. She's become a religious nut in reaction to the loss of control over her own life (despite numerous people offering to help and advise her, until her infantile lack of responsibility drives them away). Her creditors keep hounding both her and the family members who co-signed the loans as guaranters. My sister has had to bear most of the household expenses, and my mother would regularly pester her for money which she would then never pay back, even though sister's income is only a fraction of my mother's.

She's always been utterly thoughtless and self-absorbed, except for being very conscious about appearances, but now she's outright callous and cruel. My sister finally point blank refused to give her any more money, and then Mum became actively spiteful to her, spreading delusional lies about her to our relatives. Obviously my sister decided fuck that noise, got married against Mum's wishes and moved out. Mum refused to approve of the match or even meet the groom's family, ostensibly because he was blind and Muslim, but might have had more to do with the loss of financial support. Our relatives had to intercede to get Mum to even show up to the wedding; she ran two hours late dressing herself up to the nines, arriving well after the ceremony and then barely spoke to anyone.

She just desn't give a shit about anyone else's welfare, and her emotional abuse and neglect of my non-verbal autistic brother is unbelievable, even though she loves using him to score everyone's sympathy. Her neglect of every living thing in her household, to her loyal domestic helper and her own child to her fucking cat, is outright cruel. She yells at anyone who asks her to do anything or take any responsibility and listens to sermons and hymns at full volume well into the small hours while my brother tries to sleep next to her (my parents never trained him to sleep on his own). It's like she's become completely disconnected from reality.

I just...I absolutely loathe this woman. More and more I'm like Oleanna Tyrrell when she told Cersei, "I wonder if you're the worst person I've ever met." I've never had any illusions about her but I don't even recognize her anymore. She used to love us, I know she did. With all her fuckery, she used to care for us deeply when we were young. My sister was her favourite; she'd always take her side when Dad and I bullied her (yeah, he was a real prince, and I thought he hung the moon back then). She was self-victimizing and infantile and querulous, but she wasn't so malicious and cruel. I don't understand what's happened.

Most of my friends are going through the same thing with their parents, even the ones who weren't abusive growing up, although they at least haven't stopped loving their kids. Do people just become the worst version of themselves as they age? Is my Mum's mind going? Is this only to be expected by being financially dependent on a woman in her sixties? Is this what I myself have to look forward to becoming eventually?

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 02 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Car Trouble

“Are you having car trouble?” Billy asks, his eyes locked on yours.

“Judging by the smoke, yeah.” You sigh, opening the door and stepping out of the car. You avoid eye contact, looking at the light gray smoke instead.

“Pop the hood, let me check.” Doing as he says, you press the button as you sit back on the driver's seat, hoping he can actually fix whatever is wrong just so you can make it home. “Bad news.” He says after a couple of minutes.” There's nothing I can do. Not here, at least.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent.” He lets the hood fall before coming to stand by the door. “Didn't it give any signs something was wrong?”

“It has been making this funny noise since I bought it. But that was a month ago, I didn't think it would actually stop working.” Taking a deep breath, you take your bag and get out, closing the door. “I'll call the mechanics when I get home. Thanks for checking it out.” You wave at him, walking away.

“I could give you a ride home if you want.”

“I'm alright. Don't want to be a bother.”

“I wouldn't offer you a ride if you were a bother. C'mon, I'm just trying to help a co-worker.”

You stop, turning to face Billy. He doesn't have to usual cocky expression he always has. And he's right. He's just offering a ride home because your car is broken, there's nothing more. Monica and those girls are just getting under your skin, making you think too much about something that doesn't deserve much thought. “Ok then.”

“Let's go.” Billy guides you to his Camaro and you get into the passenger seat. Seconds later you're spending up through the streets, and you buckle up because he's going a little too fast for your taste. You give him your address, not really paying attention to the route he's taking. Your eyes are on the landscape outside the window, passing by in a blur.

“Do you mind if I stop to get some tacos before dropping you off?”

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders, you run a hand through your hair as he parks in a small restaurant and gets out to buy his food. As you wait, you wonder if you should tell Monica about this. If you do, you probably won't hear the end of it. But it could also snap her out of this whole mission thing. Today she was silent again, overanalyzing Billy instead of watching the pools. At least she seems to be excited about something.

A whistle gets your attention, dragging you out of your thoughts. It's Billy at the restaurant's door, gesturing for you to go there. You're a little confused when you leave the car. Did he make the order and then realized he forgot his wallet or something?

“What's up?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Nothing. C'mon.” Billy guides you to a table on the back, where he sits. “I ordered you some tacos too.”

What the hell. “Do you even know if I have money with me? You should've asked.”

“But I didn't, did I?” He raises an eyebrow.

Taking a deep breath, you decide not to make a big deal out of it. “Whatever,” you mumble, sitting down across from him. It's so damn obvious he's staring now. He doesn't even try to hide it. Since you're here, you could try to put a stop to this nonsense. Sorry, Mon. Your mission will be over soon. “What are you looking at?” You ask, elbows on the table, finally meeting his gaze.

“You.” He simply says, and there's no hint he'll give further explanation.

You were just about to say something when the waitress comes with your tacos. They do look good, and you're a little hungry.

“I'll get something to drink. What do you want?”

“Ice cold Coca-Cola,” you answer, watching as he gets up. You don't wait for him to come back, you just start eating. The last time you ate tacos you were in elementary school.

“Here's your drink.” He places the can down and you open it, taking a sip. “So, new girl... How do you like this dipshit place?”

“I really like it. Hawkins is exactly what I was looking for.” Billy seems a little surprised, raising his eyebrows. “What? Did you think I was dragged here? I wanted to come.”

“Can't understand why anyone would want to live here.”

“I had my reasons.” Shrugging your shoulders, a loud laugh gets your attention. It's a girl you see often in the pool. She's friends with one of those girls from the locker... The girls who were talking about Billy. “Hey. Don't you have a date today? With that Jennifer girl?” It comes back to your mind, and you burst it out. “Let's go, I can take these and eat at home.” The last thing you want is Billy being mad because giving you a ride kept him from meeting some girl. So you get up, taking the plate and the can.

“Where are you going?”

“...Home? You're taking me home now so you won't be late to be with the girl.” Why do you have to state the obvious? You doubt he'd forget about a date.

“I am with a girl. Now sit down and relax.”

If this day gets any weirder, you're calling it a night and going back home immediately. “Fine. It's your night you're ruining.” You sit back down, defeated.

“Who said my night is ruined?”

“Billy...” Leaning forward, you look into his eyes. “Whatever you're trying here, it won't work.”

“I'm not trying anything.”

Alright. Time to end this game. “I'm not the kind of girl you hang out with, ok? Put your efforts on someone hot and beautiful, don't waste your time with me.” You take another bite of the taco on your plate.

“Wait. You don't think you're hot and beautiful?” He leans forward too, pushing his empty plate away, eyes on you.

He totally got the wrong part of what you said. “I'm... Ok. I'm cute but you can aim so much higher than me.” You're not blind, so you're not immune to Billy's effect. You have to admit you stole a few glances on your first days working on the pool, but knowing his reputation, you'd never let it go further than finding him handsome. “But they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, so...” You're done with the tacos, and you drink what's left of your Coca-Cola.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes then.” Billy lowers his voice, the smirk leaving his lips as if this statement is the most important thing in the world, a fact on which the whole Earth stands.

You gasp, giggling a little. “So that's how you do it. That's what you say to get your girls.”

“No. I say very different things.” The smirk is back, and you look away for a moment. You really hope you're not blushing.

“We're both done eating. Can we go now?”

“I haven't finished my drink yet.” He gestures at is can. “You don't need to leave your guard up all the time. We're just... Two friends hanging out. No big deal.”

“So we're friends now?” He simply nods. “You don't even speak to me at work, how can we be friends?”

“I'll change that, don't worry. You don't seem to have many friends, anyway.”

“I do. Monica and her little crew.” It's actually mostly just Monica, but he doesn't have to know that. “They're nice.”

“Well, you can just add me to your list of new friends then.” Billy smiles at you, and now that you get to see it, from up close, it's so damn beautiful. There's a secret behind it, something he's hiding, and it looks like he knows you're aware of that. “What do you say?” He reaches out his hand over the table. “Try to get to know me instead of judging by what you heard.”

You hesitate for a while before shaking his hand. You won't fall for his game, so there's no problem befriending the guy. And you must admit it's a little mean to judge someone by what people say. You rather judge him by his actions. “Fine, Billy Hargrove. We can try to be friends. But that's it. Nothing else.”

“Good.”

You stay at the restaurant for another hour before he finally takes you home. Your aunt is organizing some papers, so she doesn't make many questions. She's just happy you were out with someone. And you don't really give much thought to what happened. You actually had some fun today, and since you're still struggling to fit in, you're in no position to refuse any friendship you can get.

And it was kind of Billy to offer you a ride home. You're so attached to everything you heard of him that you didn't even felt thankful for his help. If he was the asshole people say he is, he'd just leave you in the parking lot, or take you straight home. But he didn't. Billy even paid for the tacos. It's mean of you to judge the guy so harshly, before exchanging any words with him. He does sleep with a different girl every night, but they go out with him because they want to. They know he won't stick to them. But this is just something he enjoys, it doesn't mean he's a total jerk. Right? Jennifer and her friend seemed okay with a one night stand, so it's obvious he's not forcing them into it. They know it's a one-time thing.

So if you take this part away, you're left with a normal guy. So, if he's not trying to make you fall on his game, maybe his intentions aren't what you think they are. It's harmless to try and get to know him. Maybe he can become a good friend, who knows?

During the next day in the pool, you're still thinking about it. You don't really understand why you're feeling a little guilty for thinking so low of Billy. So, as you're walking back to your post and Billy is coming from his chair, to take his lunch break, you decided to talk to him.

“Billy, can I talk to you for a sec?” You say when you're close enough.

“Of course. C'mon.” He tilts his head, gesturing for you to with him back into the cafeteria. You were just going to say it right here, but since he's already walking, you just follow him. Monica gives you a meaningful stare once she notices you're following Billy. But you shake your head no, trying to tell her this is nothing.

“I'll be quick. I have to get back to my chair.” You say as he sits down on the table. “I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday. For the ride home and for the snack you bought me.”

“That's it?” He seems genuinely confused.

“Yeah...” You stand there awkwardly, watching as his lips break into a smile.

“What happened to your car?”

“It'll be ready in two days. Mon is giving me a ride until then.” Shrugging your shoulders, you start making your way out. “Well, that's it. I gotta go.”

“Keep doing the good job.” He winks at you, and you can't hold back the smile that comes to your lips.

“I will.” Turning your back at him, you go back to your chair.

•••

By the end of the day, you're sitting shotgun in Monica's car, the windows opens to let the fresh wind come in.

“I have great news.” She says, smiling.

“Let's hear it.”

“Jennifer was super mad today. Now guess why.” You exchange a glance as you think if you should tell her or not. But she's so excited about it, and Jennifer has always been mean to her... So you decide to just say it.

“Because my car wouldn't start, so Billy offered a ride home. And in the process, he stopped by this restaurant and bought me tacos.” She hits the breaks so suddenly that your heart skips a beat. “Holy shit, Monica! Are you trying to get us killed?”

“What did you just say, (Y/N)?” She's dead serious, looking at you. “Explain it. And don't hold back the details.”

She drives slower, just to give you more time. She forces you to remember everything he said, and everything you said, overanalyzing every single word. She doesn't seem too convinced that Billy just wants to be friends, going on about how he looks at you. With affection, admiration. But you don't really believe that.

“Just the fact that he was straight forward with wanting to be your friends is impressive. You gotta understand this is not usual of Billy.” She says as you walk into your house since you invited her to stay for dinner. “Believe me, I know. I wouldn't be talking about Billy with you if I wasn't utterly perplexed.”

“Who's Billy?" Your aunt asks, coming from the kitchen, an amused smile on her face.

“Good evening, Mrs. Florence," Monica says, matching your aunt's tone.

“Call me Diane, dear. And tell me about this Billy.”

“He's just a friend, aunt. He gave me a ride home yesterday.” You and Monica follow her into the kitchen, sitting on the table.

“Yesterday? You came home late yesterday.” She rests her back on the counter, looking at you. You feel like you were busted doing something wrong.

“He wanted to eat tacos so since I was with him, we just stopped by a small restaurant at the side of the road.” Shrugging your shoulders, you try to act casual. But why are you trying to act casual? It was a casual meeting.

“Did he pay?”

“Yes, but–”

“Then it was a date,” Diane states before turning around, her attention back to her current task.

You feel your cheeks burning as you exchange a glance with a smirking Monica. “It wasn't a date.” You have no idea how you could make this more clear than that. “If it was a date he would have kissed me goodnight.” You use the cliche every romance movie implements, trying to change their minds. “If that doesn't happen, it's not a date.”

“Well, say whatever you want. But tomorrow you'll be going out with me and the guys. No Billy.” Monica says, gesturing at you.

Whatever. You don't have to explain anything, and time will show them there's nothing between you and Billy. “Count me in,” you tell her, looking down at your hands for a moment. It will be good. No Billy, nobody talking about Billy for a change. It's your second week here, and it feels like it's all been about him from the start. You can't wait until people realize that everything that's ever gonna happens, if it happens, is just a friendship. Nothing more.

[serenhyunjinity]

serial killer! seungmin

“they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”

word count: 2400+

“Another body was found in an alley behind a korean bbq restaurant, it has been confirmed that this murder had been related to the two strangelings that happened just two weeks ago” the news blasted through out of the bar, customers that were barely sober listened diligently at the surprising article. Sure, news like this would bother anyone living in the area but to y/n, being a barmaid who worked long night shifts and left work within the deep, dark night, this for sure was one of her biggest fears.

It was almost closing hour, groups of intoxicated individuals scrambled out into the night, leaving the remaining staff residing inside of the rundown bar to clean and hang around until the time would eventually hit 3am. Y/n sat on the bar stool, listening to whatever felix was rambling about whilst attempting to pass time, whilst Mina was stacking away the remaining glasses into the cabinets beneath the bar table. Although, all that filled the young girls mind was the fact she had to walk home, two hours after the body of a girl her own age was found just minutes away from her apartment building. It would be fine right?

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” Felix worriedly asked the girl standing before him, although this did not change her mind in even the slightest. “Well i just don’t want to turn on the news and see that my best co worker had been crowned the fourth victim of this freak”, felix was worried, I mean who wouldn’t be when their best friend was about to risk her life when she could easily prevent it.

“Felix, im fine, my apartment is only five minutes away and it's just a waste of money to get a cab” y/n was never easy to persuade when it comes to situations like these. Money was precious after all, being a barmaid wasn't particularly the best paying job around. “I’ll call you when im back, i promise” and with that, the girl was out of the door.

Stepping out of the doors of the bar, a chilling breeze hit y/n like a truck, her face scrunching in discomfort. Sighing to herself, she began to walk through the poorly lit street, turning towards the separate road which was connected to the street she was on.

Quiet. It was way too quiet. The silence that filled the air caused y/n to stop in her tracks and look around in curiosity. Why did it feel like she wasn't alone? No, dont be stupid, you’re just paranoid because of the news a couple of hours before. Although, as soon as the girl began to walk, a rustle of leaves made her immediately stop in her tracks. Wind y/n, it’s the wind! Breathing in and out one last time, y/n began to continue her way home, until a hand suddenly grabbed hers.

“Why are you out here at this time? Haven't you seen the news?” an unfamiliar voice rang in her ears, though it didn't sound like the typical dodgy man you would expect to see roaming around at 3am. His voice was sweet and was young? Is that even a good way of describing a voice, whatever. Spinning on her heels, y/n was faced with a boy around her age, dressed in a white shirt and faded blue jeans. Why was he out here so late? His bright smile caused her heart to swell, how could a complete stranger have this much of an effect on her? “Did you hear me? Want me to walk you home?”

The strangers voice caused her to snap out of her deep thoughts and focus on answering the attractive boy standing before her. “You don't need to, I only live a few minutes away from here, but thank you for the offer” with a slight bow, she turned but only found the stranger walking at the same pace as her, basically hip to hip. It wasn't like she was going to complain after the boy blatantly didn't listen to her reply, he seemed pretty trustworthy anyway.

Silence. Although it was different from a few minutes ago, the uncomfortable atmosphere was replaced with one that was comfortable. Arriving at the familiar apartment building somehow brought a sense of sadness within the girls gutt as she turned towards the kindhearted boy who had taken his time out of his night to make sure she was safe.

“Thank you for walking me home, is there any way I could repay you?” the boy looked up in thought, which gave the girl enough time to look at his eyes. They were a deep brown, almost like bottomless pits but something seemed so off with them, it was almost as though they held no emotion and were dead, at least on the inside. His eyes were the complete opposite of his exterior, which sent a shiver down her spine, after all the eyes were the door to the soul, as her grandmother would continuously say.

“How about a date with the cute barmaid I came across on my way home?” he winked slightly, causing a slight blush to form on the girls cheeks which were pale from the cold air previously.

“Deal, I would love to go on a date with the cute boy who walked me home at 3am” a chuckle left her lips as he smiled back at her. And that was that, he turned his back to leave. “Wait! I never caught your name” y/n called out, causing the not so much of a stranger to turn his head, the smile on his lips still gracing everyone with their precience, despite her being the only one there.

“Seungmin. Kim Seungmin” he replied, wow even his name was enough to cause butterflies to flutter inside of her stomach. Entering her apartment, the dark hallway brightened up with the flick of a switch, as she quickly scrambled to get ready to sleep for another few hours. But suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

How did he know she was a barmaid when she was in her casual clothing and was minutes away from the bar? She had never seen him there before, or at all in fact.

-

It was the day of the date, well technically it was the same day that she met seungmin but still, she was going on a date with a cute stranger. Sitting in the cafe, a warm cup of coffee placed in between her hands as she patiently waited for the boy to arrive. Looking out of the window, almost on cue, the familiar looking boy appeared, wearing a pale blue beret that covered a majority of his head. Stepping into the quiet cafe, his smile lit up the whole room as he sat in front of the girl who returned his beaming smile with one of her own.

“Sorry, I would've came earlier but something came up” he sounded out of breath, until something caught y/n’s eye, blood. It was only a small patch, placed between his two fingers on his left hand. It seemed as though she wasn't very subtle about her glances though, as seungmin followed her curious gaze and stared at his own hand. “I had a major nose bleed, it bled onto my top so i had to quickly change”.

Y/n, how could you be so stupid? Dismissing the unusual blood stain, her focus shifted onto making conversation with seungmin. Throughout the date they both were in fact, the same age. Seungmin attended a college not too far away, studying photography but psychology seemed to be a big interest of his. After an hour or so of constant conversations about their hobbies and personal lives, it was time for the date to end. Well that was until the employee of the cafe turned up the volume of the radio, causing most of the customers to turn towards where the noise was coming from.

“A body has been found beside an apartment building on miroh street, the girl named Park Chaeyeong aged eighteen” holy crap, that was near y/n’s apartment building. “Although the murder was with the use of a knife, a very bloody killing, it has been confirmed to be related to the three murders previously”.

y/n tore her eyes away from the radio and glanced at seungmin, whose lips were still in a wide smile, how could someone be so happy even after hearing something terrible like this? “I’ll walk you home, we don't want you getting killed hey” he nudged her jokingly and left the cafe, with a shell shocked y/n trailing behind.

Something was weird, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

-

A couple of weeks passed by, after a few dates, seungmin and y/n were now united as a couple. She found it strange, how someone could make her swoon even with the dumbest of comments. Although along with this, there was something that she knew her partner was hiding from her, yet she just wasn't sure about what exactly this was.

“Hey y/n have you heard from Mina lately? She isn't answering her phone” felix spoke as he glanced down at his phone that was gripped in his right hand. It wasn't like Mina to not show up to her job, but maybe she was just sick and forgot to call in, it happens sometimes. Yet that wasn't the case at all. Instead, before y/n could even answer the blonde, two police officers barged through the doors of the partly filled bar.

“We’re here to investigate the murder of Seo Mina, we understand that she worked here and we suppose that she was on her way here before the incident” smash. The glass that y/n held quickly dropped to the hardwood floor, completely smashing, sending thousands of glass shards to spread out behind the bar table.

How could she be dead? This surely couldn't be happening. The two officers invited themselves into the back room where only staff could enter, well that is unless situations like these occur. Felix broke down, collapsing onto the stool that was placed beside the bar table. Sure these murders scared the living daylights out of y/n, but they had never hit this close to home.

“There is still not a single suspect, how is this even possible, they don't even leave a trace of evidence” the police officer mumbled to the other as they dug around throughout the many wine bottles and shot glasses. What exactly were they trying to find?

Sighing, y/n turned at the sound of the bar door opening. It seemed to be a trend for people to suddenly flood the bar once a murder occured, almost as if it was like a coping mechanism, being around large groups of people drinking till the early morning.

“Are you okay princess? I heard the news” a familiar voice rung in y/n’s ears, it was seungmin. Another common occurance was that seungmin would almost always check up on his girlfriend immedietly after a murder had taken place, which was way too many times as she would have preferred.

Nodding, y/n smiled faintly and looked up at the boy who was yet again, wearing pastel clothes which looked almost way too innocent for a man to even wear. “Im fine, just a little shaken up, but felix is worse than me, seeing as mina and him were getting closer”. Felix sobbed into his hands as he repeatedly called the girls phone, hoping everything was just a big prank and that Mina was still alive. Yet it sucks, because that would never be the case.

“I’ll walk you home, say goodbye to felix” seungmin said soothingly, rubbing his girlfriends back as she moved over to felix, wrapping his body into her own embrace. Everything was going to be okay, right?

-

Stepping into the apartment, silence suffocated the area as y/n stared at the floor. Seungmin rushing to put her things around neatly before disappearing into the kitchen. Her body felt weak, the thought that her friend was no longer in this world quickly took control of her brain. Life was unfair, it was just too cruel. Sitting on the brown couch in front of the television which only showcased a black screen, reflecting her own form.

“You know I love you y/n” seungmin’s voice erupted from behind, as he stood directly behind the girl. Nodding to herself, she repeated the three words back to him as she closed her eyes, everything will be over by tomorrow, right?

Suddenly, a cold object moved swiftly over the back of the girls neck, what the fuck was that? “It was a shame really, i grew so fond of you, i was going to kill you the day I met you but there was something that just made me stop myself” shock caused the girls body to freeze on the spot. Did he just say he wanted to kill her?

All in an instant, the blade was shoved into the chest of the girl, pain instantly hitting the girl as her body toppled to the floor. Seungmin smirked and pulled out the knife, watching as droplets of her own blood dripped onto her face.

“I-it was y-you?” the girl managed to let out a sentence, the pain was fading away, being replaced with an uncomfortable feeling of numb burning. “Why?” y/n yelled out as she tried to remove herself from being under the boy. Yet all that just made it even harder for the pain to fade away.

Meanwhile, a pair of hands were wrapped around the girls neck, her vision quickly turning blurry and faded. Was this really how she was going to die?

“I was watching you for a while, i'm just glad I was finally able to get my hands on you” he chuckled, pressing even harder on the girls neck, blocking her airways almost too perfectly. “I knew the police wouldn't suspect me, after all, they never suspect the seemingly innocent people”.

Shortly before everything turned black, one hand left her throat as her struggling began to halt. Until a click of a camera was heard as seungmin laughed to himself.

“Welcome to my collection y/n, my favourite model”.

And with that, everything turned black.

[punkscowardschampions]

Cosmo & Amber

Amber: [okay so the clerb was a whole mood ™ before his ⚽ mates make it awkward and she goes off with some other lad, but we wanna say anything happened between them before then or is it just a VIBE] Cosmo: [I say a VIBE] Amber: [if you wanted you could do your own #necklaceapology here unless you wanna say that already happened] Cosmo: [probably not now 'cos of the leaving with someone else element of it all, even though he deffo changed and blanked her basically, 'cos you know] Amber: [ah the joys] Cosmo: [fun times all 'round] Cosmo: get home safe? Amber: I will when he takes me home Amber: how are you feeling? Cosmo: fantastic Amber: 9 lives Cosmo: no need to compare numbers Amber: did you have a game today? Cosmo: friendly Amber: and was it? Cosmo: you wanna know if I got carded? Amber: and if you scored or helped someone else to Amber: I want to know everything that happened Cosmo: We lost Amber: and you don't want to talk about it or we can? Cosmo: we've had enough of an ear-bashing off the management but if you reckon you've got any suggestions feel free Amber: why do you think I'd be coming from a place of 😠? Cosmo: losing = bad Amber: not if it means you win next time Amber: everything's a learning experience when your dad's a teacher Cosmo: I was just off my game Cosmo: it's not going to happen again Amber: I do remember saying that maybe Saturday wasn't the best night to take my clubbing 🍒 Cosmo: you wanted to go, you got what you wanted Amber: do you want to talk about it? Cosmo: about what, exactly Amber: that dig which implies you didn't get what you wanted Cosmo: There's no dig, I lost, that's not what I wanted Cosmo: I don't need you coming in after the fact with an 'I told you so' Cosmo: you saw the rest of my team out, it's a weekly occurrence Amber: then don't put the blame onto me Cosmo: where'd I say that Amber: I wanted to go, it's my fault Cosmo: You didn't force me to take you Cosmo: you couldn't Amber: I know, so I don't appreciate the tone Cosmo: I'm so sorry Amber: I'm sorry you lost Cosmo: sure you are Amber: it's genuine, unlike yours Cosmo: I'm not apologising to you, what the fuck have I done but take you out Cosmo: and you clearly had a good time Amber: you could apologise for how you acted last night or how you are now Amber: but I won't wait for either Cosmo: I weren't acting Amber: not before your friends got there Amber: only after Cosmo: other way 'round Cosmo: that's who I am Amber: why did you invite me out if you don't want to be seen with me? Cosmo: it's not that Cosmo: I knew they weren't your people, you wouldn't have enjoyed hanging with them Amber: you don't get to make those kind of decisions for me Cosmo: I wasn't going to let them be dicks to you Amber: neither would I Amber: I can defend my own honour, thanks Cosmo: Well if I can, then I'm going to, simple as Cosmo: it didn't need to be a thing Amber: no, if you can keep me separate from them, you're going to Amber: that's what you mean Cosmo: I told you, you're not my type of person, I'm not yours Cosmo: that includes my friends Amber: you spelled out to me in great detail how I don't fit into your life the way it is, so why did you invite me out?! Amber: you made it into a thing Cosmo: you wanted to Amber: I wanted to, the way you said it would be, not THAT Cosmo: they usually go [different club] Amber: we could've left, I'd have gone to a different club with you Cosmo: wasn't my plan either Cosmo: you would? Amber: of course, I would've, I meant everything I said about not adding to the pressure that you're under Amber: but that doesn't mean I'm going to make it easy for you to smuggle me into dark corners like it's such a shameful secret that we're friends Amber: you don't get to treat me however you want because your life is hard Cosmo: I know it's fucked up Cosmo: and yeah, it saves me hassle, not going to deny it, but I don't wanna hear the shit they'd have to say about you, any more than I'd want you to hear it Amber: address it and you wouldn't have to hear it again, about any girl Amber: stop giving them a free pass to say things like that Cosmo: yeah, it's that easy Amber: It's not easy, nor is it easy being a girl getting treated like an object Cosmo: this is my career we're talking about Cosmo: I make their lives hard, they make mine hard for me right back Cosmo: I'd be off the team before I knew it Cosmo: it's not like they're rapists or anything crazy Amber: you've got better excuses than your brother, I'll give you that Cosmo: don't compare us Amber: why not? it's a variation of the same behaviour and I'm tired of it Cosmo: I'm fuck all like my brother Amber: at least you're sorry Cosmo: What's he done to you now? Amber: he hasn't done anything to me and this conversation isn't about him anyway Cosmo: Amber Cosmo: you can tell me Amber: you already know what he's like, I don't need to Cosmo: Sure, he's a little prick Cosmo: but why are you upset with him right now Amber: because there are girls there that are more vulnerable than me and the way you're acting like you need to stand up for me against your friends is what they need and aren't getting Amber: it was brought to my attention and I should've realised before Cosmo: what does that mean though Amber: I need to do something to help, I don't know Cosmo: you mean he's like hurt someone Amber: not physically, don't worry Cosmo: okay, good Cosmo: it sounded like you meant he'd like Cosmo: assaulted someone Amber: I'm sorry, no, it's not that Amber: like your friends, I'm sure he wouldn't Cosmo: don't girls have a whole code Cosmo: put the word out about him being whatever type of dick he's being, then you won't have to feel bad, it'll be on him and them Amber: I have Cosmo: there you go then Cosmo: they'll have the info to make their own decisions now Cosmo: opposed to whatever bullshit he might come out with Amber: I don't want to talk about Dash Cosmo: okay Amber: was your dad at your game? Cosmo: no, he was doing something with his girlfriend's family Cosmo: so I'll have to tell him now, that we lost Amber: how upset is he going to be? Cosmo: when he realizes why Cosmo: quite a bit Amber: you could lie, I won't sneak in through his window and tell him Cosmo: he'll see Cosmo: or talk to the managers Cosmo: I can maybe think of something that makes it sound better but he isn't big on excuses so Amber: they don't know why, do they? unless they were also at the club which is a bit hypocritical and strange Amber: but I was asking to see if you wanna do a meditation or something with me before you tell him Amber: this boy doesn't have a yoga mat, I could improvise though Cosmo: One of the lads practically sprayed the pitch Cosmo: weren't me but it's a sort of if one of us is in shit then we all are Cosmo: but no one else's dad will make 'em do extra training on top of the extra training Cosmo: it's fine, just not ideal Cosmo: I think you should leave, though Amber: why do you think I should leave? Cosmo: you don't even know who he is Amber: he's making brunch and I have manners Cosmo: if you had manners you wouldn't be using me for entertainment whilst you wait Amber: I'm not Amber: I'm making sure you're okay because I haven't seen or heard from you since last night happened the way it did Cosmo: You don't need to check up on me Cosmo: go enjoy your brunch Amber: you didn't need to either but you started this conversation to do exactly that Cosmo: I had no idea you were having brunch Amber: relax, 9, it isn't candlelit Amber: he's on his phone too Amber: just because I sleep outside doesn't mean I was born in a barn Cosmo: Does he know how old you are Amber: yes, I don't seduce men via deception Cosmo: how old is this man then Amber: 18, he's a boy really Cosmo: 🙄 Amber: what? Cosmo: bit weird on his part Amber: where did you meet all your stalkers and girlfriends? Cosmo: I've not gone out with an 18 year old Amber: you're behaving like I said 28 Amber: if I'd met him at school, it wouldn't even be an issue Cosmo: it'd still be weird Cosmo: you're a kid Amber: ⭐ Cosmo: Whatever Amber: it's not, stop trying to make me feel bad about this Cosmo: I'm not, I'm saying he's weird Amber: do you know him? Amber: because after your reluctance to let your friends anywhere near me, I don't think you're in any position to judge Cosmo: he's 18, you told him you were 15 Cosmo: speaks for itself Amber: boy, you're in the wrong career 👮 Amber: I'm fine thanks, officer Cosmo: 'cos sound lads can never get girls their own age Cosmo: it isn't my fault if you feel bad Amber: yes it is because last night is a weekly occurrence for you and it you know it wasn't for me Amber: so you don't get to tell me how I can or can't decide to make the best of something Cosmo: Then you should listen to me and go home Cosmo: for fuck's sake Amber: I can't walk home from here in this outfit, it's too far Amber: you think he's weird that'd be nothing on what I'd get from actual grown men if I do Cosmo: you can't make him give you money for a cab? Amber: I don't want to ask, because if he says no then you're right, and I don't want you to be right Cosmo: I'll ping you some now alright Cosmo: then we don't have to find out Amber: don't, I haven't got any way to pay you back Amber: you've spelled out your feelings about 🍏🍊🐓 Cosmo: would you rather chance it and get a lift back from someone you don't even want to ask about the taxi Cosmo: how else are you going to do it, don't be stupid Amber: 😠 okay Amber: but I'm staying angry at you Cosmo: do what you like, I don't care about the money or paying you to be nice Amber: what do you care about? I'll do something that'll benefit that Cosmo: just get home unmurdered, yeah Cosmo: that works for me Amber: are you home? I could make you brunch Cosmo: you just want two brunches Amber: yes, but I also want you to have one Cosmo: What are you going to make? Amber: after extensive research, a lot of footballers are vegan, are you? Cosmo: for the most part Cosmo: I eat fish sometimes Amber: oily fish is good for ⚽ that was part of the research and 🍣📸 is apparently part of the lifestyle Amber: but avocado toast with blueberry, banana and chia seed pancakes won't get me voted out of the commune Cosmo: alright nerd Cosmo: is he a footballer or what? Amber: no, he goes to some catholic school, I don't know it Cosmo: definite weirdo then Cosmo: nah, thanks though Cosmo: sounds good Amber: his parents house is pretty close to yours so don't ruin your appetite with snacks Cosmo: I don't eat snacks Cosmo: not even to piss you off Amber: never?! Amber: What about 🍏 🍎 🍐 🍊 🍋 🍌 🍉 🍇 🍓 🍈 🍒 🍑 🥭 🍍 🥥 🥝 ? Amber: or 🥜? Cosmo: if I was dying but nah Cosmo: little and often Amber: I'm relieved you're not dying Amber: it sounds like you and your friends partied harder than I did after we separated Cosmo: They did anyway Amber: you didn't? Cosmo: I never get as fucked up as them Amber: because you don't want to or because you're 💪🏽? Cosmo: I don't wanna be the one making us lose Cosmo: or losing my spot on the team Amber: it stops being fun Amber: if I make a decision I'd like to know that it wasn't my blood alcohol level that really did Cosmo: yeah Cosmo: think a lot of people do the opposite for the excuse Amber: not to side with your dad before I've even met him but I don't love excuses either Cosmo: it's a good rule, if a little tough Amber: I did think you were saying that was why you weren't as focused though Cosmo: can be, if you like Amber: but what's the answer? Cosmo: nosy Amber: secretive Cosmo: it doesn't matter does it Amber: it must matter to you if it's why you lost Amber: but it doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me, I'm still making brunch Amber: [show up and knock 9 times again gal] Cosmo: [shooketh lowkey like didn't think you were that close, also so many knocks, saying Indie is home so being over your shoulder like it's fine I know who it is as you open the door] Amber: [we know the vibe she's making herself at home immediately because she's that bitch, saying hi to his mum and asking her if she wants brunch too or just tea or coffee all the while in last night's extra af club lewk because awkwardness doesn't exist for her and we're getting in that kitchen and putting on music and dancing and cooking like we live here] Cosmo: [just introducing her because we're freaking out but then you're like, idk what to even say so you're calling her 'Dash's friend' which frankly makes this stranger though I guess explainable lol, lowkey not even looking at her because we cannot for all the reasons] Amber: [that hurt her heart because boy I'm literally making you brunch, we're friends, but we're not correcting that sentence, we're just chatting to his mum and doing all the things like he's lowkey not there] Cosmo: [oh boy, so lowkey rude truly on accident because you don't want the conversation I highly doubt your mum would start rn like OOOOOOOOH lol, gonna make your dad call you like he's found out so go outside and promise all the shit you're gonna do to stay on top] Amber: [Indie would never do you like that boy but we know where you're coming from and Amber isn't coming for your life rn either even if she doesn't understand because she literally tells her parents everything] Cosmo: [come in in a bit visibly more stressed even though you already were/always are, poor boy[ Amber: [at least the food would probably be ready by then because none of the things she was making would take that long and I assume his dad was going off for a while so she can just put the food in front of him] Cosmo: [look like ? as if you literally didn't compute she was really doing it until it's fully in front of you like oh 'thank you' also piss off now Indie/Billie sorry bye] Amber: [take your coffee and go gal before he has a breakdown please, the bae who isn't the bae needs to smile at him in a really genuine and adorable way because he remembered his manners] Cosmo: [smiling back but we're just distracted by all things so it's not as real as it can be though we trying 'what did you have for your first brunch?'] Amber: ['oatmeal' not said in a shady way but it's just reinforcing that the boy wasn't bringing his A game here] Cosmo: [just raising a brow and trying not to smile too smugly 'glad you put more effort in'] Amber: [😠 lowkey because he doesn't get to be smug like at least that boy made something he hasn't even made her a drink like excuse you 'I'm glad you like it'] Cosmo: [nudging her under the table with his foot like what] Amber: [a look like you know what] Cosmo: ['you want more oatmeal?' doing a bad mimic of her voice] Amber: [hitting him on the arm like stop, even if she has to lean across the table to do it] Cosmo: ['what?' well done for saying it] Amber: ['I like oatmeal more than you right now' because we're cross] Cosmo: ['hey' and reaching across the table to do the squeeze-of-the-hand-apology and then gesturing at her plate like let's just eat] Amber: [when he literally hasn't touched her before this so we're dying but eating like it's chill] Cosmo: ['this is a better way to do the footballer diet than I have been' for a compliment moment 'cos like everything we're being overly regimented duh] Amber: [leaves the pancake recipe in the chat for him because quick and easy tbh] Cosmo: 👍 Cosmo: [then doing it IRL like a nerd] Amber: 🤓 Amber: [but we're amused] Cosmo: that's you Cosmo: I'm evil, I remember Cosmo: [jokey 😒 'cos wants to be a Gryffindor 'good guy'] Amber: no, you're brave but not stupid Amber: [goes on a little slytherin pride style rant like this is how great you are] Cosmo: [just like 'say how you really feel about me' like it's all bants but listening to all her nerding out] Amber: ['I feel like you'd be a good friend to have' because we haven't forgotten what he said earlier] Cosmo: [penny dropping moment 'cos boys are that oblivious facts lol, shrugging like come on but clearly awkward 'what should I have said? after last night-' like are you even my friend now] Amber: ['You said what you were comfortable with' again not said in a shady way, just like yet again I'm not trying to make your life hard boy 'but after last night, if I were you, I'd want to pacify me'] Cosmo: ['how would you suggest I do that?' saucy saucy] Amber: ['I would suggest it comes from you, to be like, actually sincere'] Cosmo: [🤔 then being like hold up and go get that necklace honeyyy] Amber: [we're immediately putting that on even though it doesn't go with this outfit] Cosmo: [nodding our approval 'cos not risking saying anything rn] Amber: ['it's not a good luck charm, right?' like I'm not getting blamed if you lose again] Cosmo: [shakes his head 'if you start doing that kind of thing, can get a bit OCD, like'] Amber: [playing with this necklace casually 'maybe it will be for me' cos we're happy now that he's being nice] Cosmo: ['what do you need luck for?' actual question not being rude lol] Amber: ['next time you take me clubbing' we got bants] Cosmo: [just like alright, alright 'it was me who ended up having a shit night anyway'] Amber: [doing the hand squeeze apology back to him] Cosmo: [pulling away, not too dramatically 'cos not an ew moment, but clearly not her fault so like nah girl] Amber: [getting up to wash up because even though they've 100% got a dishwasher she wouldn't have ever lived anywhere that does cos hippie life so it wouldn't occur to her honestly] Cosmo: [finding a tea towel like I'll dry] Amber: [how coupley of you, love that, just grooving while we do this because of course] Cosmo: [gonna lowkey check you out 'you didn't do enough dancing...we'll have to go again, actually'] Amber: [just giving a horrified look like they're no such thing as enough dancing thank you but then loling 'we could do a friday night instead, if that works better for you'] Cosmo: ['alright' then pausing 'probably not for a while' 'cos we have all this extra training to do and people to appease so we gon' be busy] Amber: ['okay' genuine because she will wait and that's the tea, then I'm gonna take the bathtub moment from the OG convo we did because #mood and it actually works better now cos she does need to bathe lol so I'm saying she goes upstairs, making herself at home again obvs and calls 'bring me tea' over her shoulder as she goes like the queen she is] Cosmo: [it does work better and is needed so go ahead, though he is truly confused where she is going and why but like okay, pop off at this point] Amber: [excuse us Indie because you're assumedly still here lol] Cosmo: how do you take your tea Cosmo: we don't have green Amber: I don't like green tea, don't worry Amber: but I still take black tea that way, no milk Amber: what colour is your sugar? Cosmo: I think we might have some 🤎 in the baking shit if it's a dealbreaker Amber: if there is, I'll have some but it's not Amber: we run out of everything at home Cosmo: I'll be amazed if we have any left but 🤞🙏 Amber: at least you have hot water Cosmo: that's what you're doing Amber: 🛀🏽🧜🏽 Cosmo: don't get in yet Amber: why? Cosmo: your tea will get cold Amber: you're supposed to bring it to me, boy Cosmo: how am I meant to Cosmo: leave it at the door? Cosmo: close my eyes? Amber: I won't be able to reach it if you leave it there, and you don't need to be embarrassed Cosmo: I'm not embarrassed Amber: fine, neither of us will get accidentally scolded by hot tea that you're carrying around with your eyes closed then Cosmo: not clumsy, for one, do more research nerd Amber: oh, are you carrying it with your feet? I didn't realise, sorry Cosmo: you reckon all my skill is in my feet only? Amber: and your head, if footballers are still allowed to do that? Amber: but you're not a goalkeeper Cosmo: yeah, headers are valid Cosmo: rest assured, I can still get a full mug to you Amber: they are banned for children because the risk of brain damage is valid too, according to my research Amber: chronic traumatic encephalopathy Cosmo: big words Cosmo: all I know is rugby is rougher Cosmo: or I could be a boxer, so Amber: it also happens to boxers, I don't know about rugby players Cosmo: anything where you're getting bashed about the head too much Cosmo: most only do it when necessary but it's some people's 'thing' to assist or score rather than lose it in the scrabble of feet Amber: that makes sense, but we've digressed here away from the debate of how good you are, or aren't, with your hands Cosmo: what you mean is, we've digressed away from you getting your tea in a prompt manner Cosmo: diva Amber: yes and yes Cosmo: 😏 Cosmo: it's brewing Amber: thanks Cosmo: you can take back what you said about my lack of skills later, like Amber: if you have foraging skills for sugar, maybe I will Cosmo: see if you taste the difference Amber: now you're doubting my skills? I guess I deserve that Cosmo: your taste? Cosmo: happened last night tbh Amber: 😠 Cosmo: come on Cosmo: I could've said when we met Cosmo: I was being well nice Amber: if you'd said it when we met I'd have agreed with you Cosmo: I suppose anything's a step up Amber: the sex absolutely was Cosmo: thrilled for you Amber: there's still plenty left for you to make fun of him, and me, about Cosmo: I'd rather not Amber: I'd rather you didn't either but it hasn't stopped you so far Cosmo: just stop talking then Amber: talking to me like that isn't going to provoke me into giving you the silent treatment Cosmo: [just bring this tea up moodily] Amber: [taking it and saying thanks again as if you're just at the kitchen table or whatever instead of naked and chilling in this bath lol] Cosmo: [we are not looking and just shrugging like whatever idc] Amber: [splashing him obvs like stop being rude] Cosmo: [when you can't even be mad like your ma uses this bathroom 'cos clearly not so you're just scowling but not 👀 her] Amber: [just smelling everything that's on the side of this bath because you don't want to use anything that's Dash's] Cosmo: [doing our hair in the mirror as if we need] Amber: ['are you always like this when a girl wants to spend time with you?' do we mean rude or checking yourself out instead of her or both tbh] Cosmo: [big sigh and rubbing our temples 'you wanted a bath'] Amber: ['and you'd also rather I didn't do that?'] Cosmo: ['do you not think this is weird?'] Amber: ['You're making it bizarre now' because genuinely doesn't think it's weird obviously or she wouldn't do it] Cosmo: [scoffs like oh yeah, me] Amber: [splashing him bigger than before] Cosmo: [turning 'round like STOP but then you're just looking at her the most intense] Amber: [obviously looking back like please just say something or do something before we both die lol] Cosmo: [when you shake your head microscopically to say you can't 'cos you wanna so bad obvs] Amber: [when you're not even doing the pout for a pisstake it just happens naturally because likewise, soz for drawing even more attention to those lips like] Cosmo: [the noise you're barely holding back here 'you know we can't'] Amber: ['I know we could' because it would be so easy rn to let this happen and they both know it lbr and I can only imagine how her voice sounds rn, soz again] Cosmo: [shaking your head more vigorously to snap yourself outta it 'cos you must, and throwing a new towel down for her like there you go and making your exit] Amber: [doing such a cinematic and dramatic lay down in the water moment because ffs] Cosmo: [lord knows what you're gonna do with yourself boy] Amber: [she should literally leave right now immediately but we in this bath now so blatantly getting clean first, a lot quicker than she would of but still the idea makes me lol] Cosmo: [lmao, just glad you no doubt have a gym sesh or something now so get that frustration out but lord] Amber: [just gotta awkwardly leave here in that club lewk because we can't ask him for an outfit rn, oh gal] Cosmo: [ah the awks awks awks] Amber: [such fun, this is why I love you two, he cockblocks himself so we don't have to] Cosmo: [truly but also hate it lol] Amber: [we 100% need to give him a WAG girlfriend like remember when Joe had that cringey Blake Lively one back in the day] Cosmo: [oh lord yes] Amber: [I'm trying to think who looks like a WAG so we can give her a face for the lols] Cosmo: [I was thinking a character like Ruby from sex education, she's the only one I can think of rn, but that's a WAG-ish vibe] Amber: [I vibe that and I also have an idea how he could meet her like what if she's to do with the dad's girlfriend like when people are really extra about their goddaughters pretending like they are fam when they're for real not even] Cosmo: [that's a fat mood, just using your godmother to get a mans lowkey lol] Amber: [anyways that's for another convo, you can post this if you like]

[pbandjesse]

Today was a good day off, but it did not exactly go according to plan. I slept okay last night. It was not easy getting to sleep. My body really ached. But once I was asleep it was okay. I woke up with James this morning. I didn't want to be awake. But I couldn't go back to sleep because he was cooking bacon and the smell was too strong. We're just kind of laying around till he left. I hope you had a good day at work. He's coming home soon. I like to get my post done earlier in the day now. When he's not here. So that we can actually spend time together and I don't after focus on this and then when I'm done he's asleep. That's very frustrating. We're figuring out a system.

I was very tired this morning though. Once he went to work I got up. I took a bath. The water was too hot. I tried to drain half of it and just put cold water in it but because the bathroom is hot the water wouldn't cool down. I did my best. Helped me feel a little bit better though.

I got dressed and came out here and made a quesadilla for brunch. Finished eating and cleaned up. And then I worked on my quilt for a while. Brooke for needles. Some places the paint was just too thick in the squares and other times I hit a beat or something. But I got a lot done. I worked until my back hurt too much to be sitting. And then I work for another 45 minutes pinning more of the squares into place. And then it was a little after noon.

I watch the new Shane Dawson doc. I worked on my Furby odd body project. Enjoyed being in the air conditioning. And then sometime around 1 I fell asleep. I slept on the couch which is not my favorite thing. But I felt okay. I woke up pretty groggy. I have snack. Woke myself up. And then around 3 I grabbed my tote bag and I went Artscape.

I went to the Art Market and bought a couple things for James. Bought myself a pin. Looked at stuff but didn't find any prints or anything I loved. There was stuff I like but nothing I really wanted to hang at my house. Maybe James will have better luck tomorrow. I had a good time people watching. I ran into a couple people I knew. It was good. But man is it hot. I do not envy anyone working outside today. I feel horrible for my ships friends and for my friends working the market. Horrible. The heat index is almost a hundred and fifteen.

Tomorrow is supposed to be even worse. I have to work at the BMI tomorrow which thankfully is inside. But I have to bike to and from work. I haven't decided yet if I'm actually going to go because of that. I'm nervous about my health. I emailed my manager on Friday and told him that I felt nervous about it and he told me I should take a lift. Which yeah I could take a left but it's $20. And he said that sometimes there are expenses that weaker commuting to work. And I just felt like it was the most condescending thing he could have said to me. Yes I know sometimes it cost money to get to work I'm an adult to. But the reason I bike to work is because you pay me $12 an hour and it's not cost effective to spend two of the seven hours I'm working there just to get through and from work. That's stupid. So I haven't decided what I'm doing yet. If I wake up in the morning and it's already in the 90s I'm not going. They don't need an educator that bad.

I finished shopping at Artscape though. Went to the historic ships booth and talk to Stephanie for a little while. And then I went to Rite Aid to cool off. Didn't have anything I wanted. So I went across the street to Blick to bother James at his new job. He was busy fixing something. And I antagonized him by telling him I was going to molest all of the brushes. Met one of his co-workers that seems nice. He looked very cute in his apron.

I went to Eddie's next and got a couple things. And then to CVS. And then I made the walk home. That was probably the worst part of the day. It just felt so far. And I was so hot. I tried to walk exclusively in the shade and that helped but still.

I got back here a little bit after 5. I water the plants I James asked and then got a quick shower. Just cooled off. I had watermelon and cheese puffs for lunch? Not sure what meal that would be. Not really a dinner. But it was very good. And now I'm just resting and waiting for James to get back here. I don't think we'll go back to Artscape tonight but I'll see how he feels. He's going to go with Brandon tomorrow so I think we already had our time walking it together last night. That's fine with me.

I'm sure what's going to happen tomorrow. If I don't feel comfortable going I won't go. They'll have to deal. It'll be fine. I hope you guys all have a great night. Sleep well. Take care of each other. Try to stay cool. Scary out there.

[satisfiedesire]

okay let me write it all out for a second, let me follow a thought with words

i was alone then i wasn't (an unknown amount of times)

i felt alone in september. so alone i did a lot of drugs. like more than usual. and not the kind that make you feel good. the kind that make you forget your days & ruin your life as you know it.

now i'm not feeling so bad about feeling alone. not because i'm not or because i don't feel alone but because i know i'm picky anyway and the urge to grab and put people in my life isn't healthy and something i spent a lot of time unlearning just to unfortunately pick back up after this breakup. i just wasn't ready for it, i wasn't ready to leave the comfort zone of the relationship i had or to end it. and then in a blink of eye (thx drugs, it was actually two weeks) it was done and i had to move on.

it's january now, so it's been four months since that breakup. me and sasha don't talk too much. i've tried to set things up but it always falls through so i've given up.

i am talking to someone and i do like them the way i like all the serious ones. i haven't met them yet lol. they're another aquarius moon. they're also a 7H gemini venus. don't know how to feel about it overall but i'm attracted to it i guess. i always pick the challenging ones for me. aries venus maybe? they've already told me they're polyamorous, which duh gemini venus. my sister and best friend are both that. i feel like i have an okay grip on feeling that placement out and that makes it a little more scary. i'm excited. when i get my covid test results back, hopefully they're negative and if they are we're gonna go on our first date. they're rich and live with their younger sister in addison and im scared lol :) but excited. you know i love me a big fish to fry, metaphorically or whatever

it's almost 3am and i'm still awake but have the last of an interview tomorrow at 11am for a job. i hope i get it so i can make money by my birthday and have a fun time with my friends. i bought so much stuff lately and i have so many bills it's honestly another reason i need a job. i feel like a chuck e. cheese token machine thingy munchin shit up just consumin'. i wanna be comfortable. i wanna meet my own needs with no help

my dad told me if i save $4000 he will co-sign for an apartment for me so that's my money goal after my bday. that'll be my last splurge. then it's paying my bills and saving for an apartment. my apartment

i'm going to try to sleep now

[flickerrhoran]

Imagine #4 - NH

Author note: this is something I had it in my drafts and I wanted to post it :) enjoy 🍒

You were sad and dissapointed.

You didn't mean what you said earlier.

The stress was really high when you came back, a co-worker was annoying you to help her that you don't have any other options, your boss was extremely rude, you received the notice that your dog (who lives in your parents house) passed away last night, and came back finding Niall sprawled in the couch, the dishes dirty waiting for be cleaned up. His socks in the floor, as well his shoes. He was being lazy and you can't tolerate it anymore, not today, not after this shitty day.

"Hey sweetheart" Niall said after finding you in the doorbell.

"Did you stay at home all day?" Was your only response

"No. Came back a while ago from the store and the studio" he said when he saw you tossing your bag and shows angrily to the floor. "Bad day?"

"Yes! I had a bad day! And I was hoping to came to my house and find it clean, smelling like lavender how it was when I left in the morning! Can't believe this Niall! You're usually not this messy! What's wrong with you? If you think that I am somehow going to clean your mess you're wrong!" You exploded.

"What the fuckin' hell is wrong with ya? I understan ya have a bad day but ya can't come to the house and throw it all to me. Didn't do nothing and I deserve respect" he said calm

"I am not throwing you nothing you moron! I'm just saying that is really good to come home after a long day and find it clean not like this!" You said walking to the kitchen

"Ya know I can call someone to come and clean the house. That's not a problem at all" he said a few minutes later

"No way! You're not wasting money for a thing you can easily made. Clean.your.mess. I clean mine." You said taking the juice box out of the freezer.

"Ya know what? I'm done with your shitty attitude. I'm not taking it. Ah, ah. Ya came back in the fight mode and I'm such in a great mood to let ya come and bring it down" he said walking back to the living room and took the beer he left when you came.

"Fine. Cuz I'm going to bed. And I'm not cleaning" you make your point again.

"Do whatever ya want. Talk me when you're in a best mood. While I'll stay in the couch. Goodnight" he said putting up the t.v. volume.

Isn't surprising that Niall didn't say much, he's the type of boy that is not taking any bullet and throw it to you. He's more like ignoring your mode till you cool down. He hates deal with you when you're in a fight mood.

"Fuck. Sometimes I regret the day I decided to move in" you said starting to going upstairs.

"What ya said? Ya hate livin' with me?" He said looking at you

"I didn't say that. Don't put words I don't say in my mouth" you said angry.

"Ya say you regret moving with me. It's such a bless to you that I don't spent so much time in my house." He said standing up again.

"Oh my God Niall. You're making a big deal for this. Forget it. I'm going to bed" you said ignoring his mood now

"Forget nothing. We're dealing this now. Ya can think that ya can throw that to me and expect to me forget about it? I'm sick of your fight mood. It's constantly now. Did I do something wrong? Why ya don't tell me then? Don't come to me and act all bitchy cuz I'm not taking this, if I do something wrong. Ya need to tell me" he said with a sigh.

"Goodnight Niall" was your only response.

"Oh and now she's leaving! So mature! What a way to deal with problems!" He said putting his head on his hands.

"What the fuck? I'm done. Do you want to know what's my problem? My problem is that I'm sick of being in a place where I'm not being pay enough, I lose my time in a place where they don't recognise my hard work. I have to deal with an annoying co-worker who's constantly trying to make me help her with her own work. That my dog died last night and I haven't see him in like what? 3months? And he's gone now. I just wanted to come home and find my boyfriend that haven't been in home for like 2 months and cuddle him. But instead I came back finding mess. That's my problem actually" you said breathlessly.

Niall just stared at you still angry.

"Well I'm sorry for ya having a bad day. Didn't know about any of this I thought we were communicative but seems like we're not. Ya know baby I'm not a genius to guess what's happening to you. Ya need to talk me" he said

"Great. I'll do if you weren't gone all day. This is the first time you're home earlier than me. We can't communicate if you're not here Niall"

That was a bit true, by the time he is at home you were already sleeping. So you barely see him on week days.

"Jesus Christ girl! You're never happy! I'll try all my best to make ya happy! But seems like I'm the dork here. Hell" he said grabbing his keys and leaving the house in a sigh.

So now, you were locked in your room. You didn't mean to be rude. You know that he works hard to make you happy, and you appreciate every second of it. By now you'll let things calm down a bit. You had heard him back awhile ago, you heard his footsteps near your door but he didn't talk at all but instead you heard his guitar notes, he was touching it and you loved every piece of these random notes. You loved him.

After three hours of self-pity you decided to go downstairs and see whats Niall up to. You missed him already. You weren't ready for what you find.

He was almost sleeping with his guitar in his stomach. Your heart melted.

"Hey babe. Let's go to the bed okay?" You wake him up a little.

"Huh? Hi love. I'm sorry about what I said early" he said open his eyes looking at you.

"No. I really sorry about everything. You need to know that I appreciate every thing you do for me and I'm sorry for being bitch and rude these days" you said running to his side and hugging him.

"I love ya petal" he said kissing your forehead.

"I love you too Niall" you said hugging him tighter .

You wanted to stay in that position forever.