#might sound weird but never in my life did i buy pickles for myself until now

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#i rediscovered eating pickles from a jar and the shot of serotonin it just gave me??? #might sound weird but never in my life did i buy pickles for myself until now #it was just always something in the fridge of my family home and i never craved it ???? #and no im not pregnant

[jayascorner]

life isn’t that bad

~part 1

josh dun x reader

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(past flashback thing i guess..)

i leaned on the small, brown piano as i listened to my boyfriend play beautiful sounding chords on it. i watched his fingers glide across the keys, something about his fingers playing made me feel happy. then he starts singing.

“you know...

i’ve always been collected, calm, and chill.

and you know...

i never look for conflict for the thrill.

but if i’m feelin’...

someone steppin’ towards you, can’t describe just what i’m feelin’..

for you.” he stopped.

“that’s all i have so far.” he smiled up at me.

i always loved his voice and how he had a natural talent. but this song, it’s like he wrote it for someone. i mean... i am his girlfriend.

“that was beautiful!” i beamed.

he smiled shyly. “thanks. i uh.. i wrote it for you.”

“that’s the cutest song i’ve ever heard.”

he smiled and stood up. he came towards me to lean in for a kiss.

that was a good day. but sadly, i never heard the rest of the song.

••••••••end of flashback••••••••

(6 years later)

obviously this is not like how most stories go. no, tyler and i never ended up happily ever after. no, we didn’t end up getting married and having a totally problem less life. life definitely isn’t perfect. and things happen, like my first relationship not lasting forever. crAzY rigHT?! wrong.

it’s really hard to get over someone that seems like ‘the one’ to you. when it turns out wrong, it’s like your whole world flips up-side-down. tyler did seem like he was the one, but i guess he wasn’t. in fact, i bet he’s already married now, he is really good looking.

i did end up getting over the fact that i broke up with a perfect guy eventually. but he is still fresh in my mind. i know, we were young. i was only seventeen. of course it didn’t work out. it took me a long time to get over it, though. even though that was six years ago, i still remember it fully as if it just happened. weird, huh?

yes, i’m still single, and haven’t found anyone, really. it’s kinda sad. well, actually

i’ve found someone. his name is josh.

it wasn’t until later that night, or should i say morning, i got a call from josh.

i picked up my phone to answer the call. it was strange he was calling me at 12 in the morning, so something must’ve been up.

“hey jish. why are you up so late?” i asked through the line.

“sorry y/n. i just wanted you to know that my band made a new album.”

oh yeah! he’s in a band! twenty one pilots! i forgot!

i’ve listened to stressed out, but not anything else really. only because it’s been on the radio a couple times. but the lead singer’s voice sounds very familiar.

“oh. ok... what’s it called?”

“oh it’s called trench.” he said.

“did y’all just now release it?” i asked.

“yup. i bet our fans are going ballistic. we haven’t released an album for a long while, ” he said, chuckling. i laughed “they probably are.” “well, i’m telling everybody in my contacts and i guess you were the first person i thought of.”

i could feel that he was smiling through the other line. “really?!” i asked, all the sudden feeling really happy.

“yeah...anyways, sorry for bothering you.” he apologized.

“no no you weren’t bothering me. i’m wide awake.”

“oh good...are you bored?”

well..i mean...kinda. ok yeah. i’m bored now that i think of it.

“yeah i am bored, actually. i have nothing to do.” i said.

“ok do you want to come stay with me? i’ll just be contacting all my friends about the album.”

how could i say no? he’s offering me an opportunity not to be bored out of my mind! yay!

“yes. anything to make me not bored. uh...you have food right?” i asked, suddenly feeling hunger in my stomach.

“yeah? why?” he asked, confused.

“i don’t know...i’m hungry for some reason.”

“you like pickles?”

“I LOVE PICKLES DO YOU HAVE THEM?!” i asked, pure joy coming out of my voice.

“yeah actually, i have a huge jar of them. i got it from a friend. i’m pretty sure it was a joke, but you can have some.”

“OH MY GOSH REALLY?? THAT IS ACTUALLY A LIFE SAVER. PICKLES ARE LITERALLY MY HOLY GRAIL!”

apparently that was funny to josh because he started cracking up. but really, i was being serious.

“okay then— you-you can have the pick-pickles” he said in between laughs.

“YESS THANK YOU!! okay so i’ll come over right now. we can listen to the album.”

“okay sounds great.”

“‘kay, bye jishwa.”

“bye (y/n/n).”

i ended the call. i’ve always like the nickname he had for me. like, it’s unique. only he calls me that. if someone else calls me that in front of josh, he’ll be like ‘nope. get your own nickname for her’ or something like that. is pretty amusing. he’s also protective over me, and i really appreciate that.

“LET’S GO WOOOO!! I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT IT’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!! WOOOOO!!!” i shouted to myself as i grabbed my keys. i tossed them and caught them like a cool person and walked out the door.

“wait.....” i realized i literally had a tank top and shorts on. AND NO SHOES. “i do not look presentable, do i?” i said to myself.

later when i put better clothes on, like a t-shirt and leggings, i slipped on some tennis shoes before finally walking out the door with my keys.

~lil time skip~

*knock knock knock*

i waited for the door to open.

the door opened with josh in a t-shirt and pants. somehow, the man still seemed to attract me.

“hey! that was fast.” josh said, a big smile spread across his face.

“you know me.” i said, josh making a way for me to come in. i spread my arms out so i could hug him. i don’t know...i just really felt like getting a hug from josh. he wrapped his arms around my torso. i rested my head on his shoulder. “how was your day?” he asked. “good so far, it just started.” i smiled.

“oh that’s right. well how was your day yesterday?” he pulled away.

“it was alright i guess. nothing really happened much, but i can tell you that today will be great.” i said, while making my way to a nearby couch. y’all sat down together on the end.

“i know my day will be awesome . it starts with you.”

“thanks. anyways, enough with the cheesies now i want to hear the album.”

“okay. now you can do whatever you want while i contact people.” he said. i nodded in response.

then i remembered that he had a whole jar of pickles, and then suddenly got really hungry. but little did i know, there weren’t pickles so pleasing to my eye. meaning, there was only one.

“oh yeah...so you have pickles?” i ask, a smile creeping on my face.

“oh uh...about that...i got a little hungry.”

he says, looking down.

“YOU ATE MY PICKLES?!!” i shouted standing up. i marched to the fridge.

“well technically they’re not your pickles. they’re mine. i was gonna let you have them.”

“why did you eat them then?!”

“i didn’t eat all of them. and besides, i was hungry.”

i managed to find a jar of pickles, or should i say jar of pickle. i looked up and gave him a death stare. “how much were there originally?”

“um...i forget.” he said, but i could feel he was lying.

“oh really?”

he sighed. “no.”

“that’s what i thought. now how many were there?”

“...” he said. he SAID. dOT DOT DOT.

“wow you just said ‘dot dot dot’. but seriously how much. i won’t be mad.”

“...fine. about six.”

“YOU ATE FIVE?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDNT LIKE PICKLES!” i shouted. i wasn’t mad, i was just shocked.

“there was nothing else to eat.”

“why? i thought you have a lot of food.”

“i’m....on a.....diet?” he said, more a question.

“yeah. a pickle diet. not to mention, i saw you eating ice cream two days ago.” i stated.

“that’s because...“ he paused to think of some made up excuse. “i just started my diet today!” he triumphantly said, probably happy that he found an excuse that i would possibly buy. wrong. i didn’t buy it.

“whatever you say josh. anyways, it’s fine i’ll just have this pickle. i need to go on a diet, too.”

“i’m sorry for eating your pickles y/n.” he said, shamefully.

“it’s fine josh. don’t sweat it. i totally understand though, pickles are amazing.”

“they��re okay i guess. i mean, i have similar foods that you might like.”

i stop mid-bite in the pickle.

“...”

“like what?” i asked, out of curiosity.

“um..let’s see.” he looks in the fridge. “i have cucumbers.” he looked back at me. “if you like those.”

“do you have ranch?” i asked, because like cucumbers, but they’re even better with ranch in my opinion.

“uhm, what kind of ranch?”he asked.

what kind of ranch?? what is he talking about. uhh yeah i’ll have some chocolate ranch. thanks.

“what do you mean?” i asked, because i’ve only heard of regular ranch.

“like flavors. i have chipotle, coleslaw, buffalo, and jalapeño ranch.”

oh.

ohhh.

i’m so dumb.

now i know what he’s talking about.

“can you put samples in bowls so i can taste test them? ‘cause i don’t know what they taste like.” i ask, walking in the kitchen where he was.

“yeah.” he said.

with that he got three small bowls out and put each type of ranch in it. “this one’s homemade.” he pointed to the jalapeño ranch.

“so it must be good.” i said with a smile.

“i don’t know, do you like spicy?” he asked. i shrugged “depends on how spicy it is.” i dipped a cucumber in it and took a bite. i stopped and my eyes widened. i looked at josh like ‘seriously dude? you MADE this?’

he quickly noticed and chuckled. “is it good?” he asked.

“holy crap dude. why haven’t i tried this ranch before? this is amazing!”

josh smiled at me. “so, you want that one?” he pointed to the dip you were using.

i nodded, dipping more cucumbers in it, as if i couldn’t get enough of it.

“okay.” he got some more of the ranch into a bowl that had enough for me to eat.

now lemme say something, josh is really nice. i don’t know if he’s nice like this to everyone, or if he has- well, um...feelings for me. which i don’t think so. and i don’t know how to feel about him, whether he’s a friend, or more. i would only like him if he liked me back, y’know, that sort of thing. of course he’s attractive to me, but i need to wait to see if he would possibly feel the same. but there’s just one thing, i don’t want to ask him in person or anything. so yeah, there’s that. phew! i got it out of me.

after a while of silence, nothing but me crunching on my cucumbers, i hear this voice in a sing-song way say something that vaguely sounded like ‘cover me’.

and then this really awesome bass line kicks in, followed with a drum beat.

i start bopping as i feel the music. josh looks over at me, and smiles at my sudden liking for this song. “this is jumpsuit. the first song on the album.”

“it’s catchy.” i said, a grin finding its way to my face.

“oh, just wait until the words are sung.” he said.

and that’s when i heard the first line. yes the ‘i can’t believe how much i hate.’ and for some reason, the voice is strongly familiar...

“why do i know that voice?” i mutter to myself, but josh seemed to hear.

“um, stressed out was on the radio a lot. you might recognize the voice from that.” josh says, confused.

“yeah i’ve heard that before, but that sounded familiar, too.” i said. i totally knew the person, he was just on the tip of my tongue. “w-what’s his name?” i asked, my nerves picking up as if i had known this guy before.

“his name’s tyler.”

hey guys, so apparently this was too long so i had to cut it in two parts. i hope you liked this first part :))

i will be updating the second part shortly, if you’re wondering :)

—yaya

#josh dun #tyler joseph #twenty one pilots #tøp #pickles #trench #josh dun x reader #tyler joseph x reader (backstory)

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Dear Worrier Princess: On Polyamory Pickles and College Coming Out Conundrums

Queery #1: Last summer I (32, queer) met someone (26, baby dyke) at the farmers market near my house, she lives in a town 2 hours away near the farm she works at. We started hanging out as friends and realized we had giant crushes on each other. We saw each other on & off through the winter. Now it’s April, & we really like each other, and have had fun sex a couple of times. The thing is: she says she doesn’t want a relationship—she’s busy farming, working 60+ hrs/wk and can’t commit to being in touch or making time to visit me. She also says she’s still processing her last relationship (5 yrs! her first queer relash!) so she needs to figure some stuff out. I totally get it. However, her actions are different from her words: she stays in touch a BUNCH and when we are together, she says a lotta stuff that feels VERY girlfriendy to me.

We both have established that we love hanging out, we feel fun and comfortable, we care a lot about each other, and we learn a lot from each other. I feel a lotta love between us although we haven’t said ILY but rn it doesn’t feel like we need that. For me, I really like her, I love hanging out w her. At the same time, I DO want to be in a relationship, but I don’t think a monogamous long-distance relationship would work for me. If I’m going to date someone I have needs! and want to have a lot of sex!! And only seeing someone like every other week *at most* doesn't feel enough, and if we’re monogamous, maybe there’d be a lot of pressure on those times to have a good time.

She is not comfortable with polyamory, specifically with me having sex with other people in the same time period as with her.  My question is about ethics, tact, care, and timing:: Should I break up with her now, knowing that inevitably I will be boning some local person? There is no one else in the picture right now but I would like to be dating people; I also really don’t want her to feel like a “placeholder,” you know? That would feel like a shitty dynamic.  Or, should we continue to “love each other while we can”? We’ve tried being just friends before and it was sad, there’s like this string that keeps wrapping each other together. Should I keep hanging out with her until it gets to a point where I am seeing another local person and want to bone them too? I’m feeling stuck between a rock & a hard spot, & it feels like an ethical decision which i don’t have the answer for. I want to be responsible and not be a douchebag.

I did not expect to see the words “she lives in a town 2 hours away” followed by “long-distance relationship.” As a lesbian from the Midwest, I have driven two hours for really good beef jerky and that is NOT a double-entendre. Two hours is not long-distance in my book, but I digress. We’re talking about you, not me and my horndog travels.

You’re in a pickle—an organic, free-range pickle from the farmers market, but still a pickle. You want an open relationship. Your farm boo does not. You want to spend more time together, but she’s overwhelmed by a semi-recent heartbreak and intense farming schedule. Neither of you are willing to compromise. This is a situation I see all the time here at Dear Worrier Princess: two people recognize that fundamental aspects of relationship aren’t working, but they stay together because the relationship is familiar and has redeeming qualities like good sex, rapport, or mutual love and care.

To be honest, it sounds like your farm boo is someone who wants what she wants when she wants it. The following sentences set off some alarms for me: “she can’t commit to being in touch or making time to visit me” followed by “she stays in touch a BUNCH and when we are together, she says a lotta stuff that feels VERY girlfriendy.” This is a boundaries issue and it’s 100% something you should discuss with her. Say something like, “It’s confusing for me when you say our relationship is one way, but then you text me frequently and say things like [EXAMPLE 1] and [EXAMPLE 2].” Similarly, you keep deciding to be friends and sliding back into romance-territory. This doesn’t mean you’re fated to be together, it means you need better boundaries and a solid chunk of time without any contact. I’m also wondering, during these stretches when you’re supposed to be friends, who escalates things? Who sends the first sext? Might be something to think about.

Is it wrong to date someone you don’t want to be with forever? No. I think most relationships fall into this camp. As long as you’re mindful not create a placeholder dynamic (which I interpret to mean becoming a dismissive or callous partner), it’s fine to see an end on the horizon. However, it’s never as simple as, “we’ll just date until things naturally end.” Even in the best of circumstances, breakups are hard. What if you meet someone available and local, but you’re still raw from the breakup? What if you struggle to establish post-breakup boundaries with your farm boo and this causes tension in your new relationship?

My advice is to set a course towards friendship, though I also understand how difficult it can be to end a relationship without the solid impetus of a fight or someone new. Ask yourself: if I end this relationship now, will I regret not spending more time together? If I keep seeing her, will my feelings become stronger and make it more difficult to separate? Is the agony is worth the ecstasy? Only you can decide.

Queery #2: Last semester (my first semester of college) I was pretty into this girl I thought was straight or at least very closeted. Almost immediately after returning to school after winter break we both got very drunk and ended up hooking up that night. Since then we've continued to see each other and the relationship seems to be getting more and more serious; however, only as long as we are in very private spaces. The only people who know about it are my friends and her friends all seem to believe that I am tragically in love with her, a straight girl. I have never been in any sort of serious relationship, I only first hooked up with a girl last semester but I've been out and open about my sexuality with those close to me for the past three years. I've tried to initiate conversations with her about this, which is hard as she freezes up with any sort of difficult topic that requires talking about ones emotions. We've gotten a little better at these conversations lately and it seems like she also wants a more serious relationship and wants to be able to be more public about it. In the past few weeks she has told one of the people she is living with as well as a close friend but it still seems like we're stuck in this strange place. I don't want to pressure her to do anything she feels very uncomfortable doing and I also recognize that feeling like I am, in a way, going back into the closet to be there with her is unhealthy for me. How do I keep my frustration for our current situation from clouding the good parts, if that's possible? Lately this is about all I think about or want to talk about and I find myself often getting stuck on these negative aspects. How can I best support her without damaging my own wellbeing?

While reading this queery, I realized that my first semester of college was TEN YEARS AGO. My mom drove me to Staples to buy an ethernet cable because my my dorm didn’t have wifi—that’s how we lived in 2009. I can confirm, in extreme retrospect, that your first year of college is overwhelming. It’s no small thing to leave home for the first time, make new friends, and balance coursework/relationships/a job. And then, on top of all that, your girlfriend is smacked with her own queerness and everything it entails. It’s a lot!

It doesn’t help that “coming out" is one of those those terms like “hooking up” or “middle class”—we pretend it’s this definite thing, when it actually means something different to everyone. As a femme lesbian, I come out to new people when it feels safe and pertinent. My butch friends, on the other hand, rarely get to come out on their own terms. Some people take years to come out, others make a snap decision and tell the world via Facebook. I have friends who are openly gay in the United States, but are closeted to their parents and extended families in their countries-of-origin. Sometimes I get DMs from women who say Instagram is their only queer outlet because marriage and other life circumstances make coming out impossible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I meet a lot of young people who grew up in affirming homes and were exposed to queer adults and culture at an early age. All this to say that I totally agree with you: you can’t pressure your girlfriend to come out before she’s ready. I applaud you for recognizing that her life and decisions are hers and hers alone.

None of this changes the fact that your relationship makes you feel Bad. When you’ve escaped the deep closet, dating someone who’s struggling with self-acceptance can dredge up all sorts of insecurities and painful memories. It feels shitty to be someone’s secret; it implies that your sexuality is shameful and wrong. Like, have you ever had a friend who body-shamed themselves constantly and said stuff like “I’m so fat and disgusting”? Even though their comments aren’t directed at you, you come away feeling self-conscious and weird. Shame is contagious like that.

All relationships require compromise, but how do you know when you’re compromising too much? What do you owe yourself and what do you owe your partner? I ask myself these questions all the time. Kind of recently, I dated someone who habitually snapped at me. Like one time, we were walking dogs in a snowstorm and I joked that I could kick snow over the poop and it would be the perfect crime. They were full-on like, “THAT WILL CONTAMINATE OUR WATER SUPPLY.” It stung. Despite all this, I liked them a lot. I was in extreme cuffing mode and really, really wanted to be in a relationship. We talked it over and I left the conversation feeling hopeful. They acknowledged their outbursts and apologized, but the snapping kept happening to varying degrees. I could still feel the worst part of our relationship wearing me down. I kept second-guessing myself: “am I annoying? Am I difficult to spend time with? Is everything I say stupid and destructive to Wisconsin waterways?”

I turned to a friend for advice. L, who recently ended a complicated and bittersweet relationship, had the perfect response. I’m going to leave you with the text she sent me: “It’s your choice to stay in an imperfect relationship. Just make sure you’re staying because y’all are communicating openly and making the necessary changes. Stay cause you have a plan and solid reasons to believe things will get better, NOT cause you’re afraid of hurting her or afraid of being alone.”

dear worrier princess answers your qs about love and strife in relationships in this complex and modern queer world.

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Maddy Court is an artist and writer based in Madison, WI. Keep up with her on Twitter @worrierprincess, or on instagram @xenaworrierprincess.

 All illustrations for this column are done by Sid Champagne. Sid is a freelance illustrator based in Baltimore by way of the Gulf Coast. You can find them on Twitter @sid_champagne, or Instagram (more cat pics) @sidchampagne

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[annak47hq]

for once in my life ‘ anam

Who: Adam Levine and Anna Kendrick @alcvinehf

What: Once Maroon 5 confirms that theyre preforming for the Superbowl, Anna goes to Adams to celebrate and they have a stay in date night in finally deciding which room is going to be the nursery. 

Where: Adams apartment in California (sometime at night) 

When: January 13th, 2019 

Trigger Warnings: (slight mature content) 

Anna started the chat 10 minutes ago

Anna: Today the news had finally confirmed that Maroon 5 was preforming at the Superbowl, and the brunette couldn’t of been more proud. She knew how badly Adam wanted this, not only for himself but for the band as well and once the women found out she couldn’t of been happier for him. After texting back and forth, and mostly relaxing today Anna decided to go over to his place tonight to celebrate. Changing into a pair of sweatpants, and one of his long sleeved shirts the brunette put her hair half up and half down. After arriving to Adam’s, she was laying in bed with him dipping her fries into her shake “So I’m going a little crazy without work right now, but my mom and I think that the room next to Dusty’s would be perfect for the nursery.” She said and continued with “I’m so proud of you.” She couldn’t stop saying it, and the actress meant it. Anna leaned in, and kissed his lips softly and pressed her forehead against his

Adam: It had been so incredibly hard for Adam to keep a secret like the Super Bowl to himself and between himself and the band. He couldn’t confirm anything until the band had finally gotten all that they needed regarding the half-time show as well as the green light, and today it had finally been confirmed. Everyone was being so supportive of him and the guys from what he had noticed, but Anna’s support is what meant the most to him right now. With Dusty sound asleep in bed at the moment, he had gone out a little while ago to grab food from In N Out for himself and Anna. Coming back, he had met his girlfriend at his place and got Dusty situated in bed before he and Anna got ready for bed themselves and were situated eating their food. “You always go stir-crazy without work. You were the same way before you started everything with A Simple Favor.” He teases, eating one of his own fries, “I love that room, so you’re onto something.” He grins, kissing her back gently. “I wanted to tell you so bad,” He says, letting out a laugh. “I found out and you were the first person I wanted to tell and we got sworn to secrecy.”

Anna: Anna was excited to be staying at his place tonight, it was a change and the fact that they were eating food in bed made her even more excited. She had been craving french fries and a shake since she began her cravings and wondered if it’ll change. Looking at him, the brunette realized that if they were going to be talking about the Super Bowl all night then she wouldn’t care, as long as Adam was happy and clearly since the news got out she was. Dipping her fires into her shake again, Anna wiped her hands off with a napkin and shrugged her shoulders “I’ve been working since I was 12, I can’ help it if I’m a workaholic.” Smiling softly, Anna now took a sip of her shake and then continued to dip her fries in “I.. Ive been looking at colors and wallpapers which is something I never envisioned myself doing, but there’s so many. My.., my mom thinks we should do elephant themed. We went to Buy Buy Baby today..” She admitted, and then looked at him, smiling within the kiss “Big projects are like big films, sworn to secrecy until you’re able to tell. I get it bub.” Anna said

Adam: “You’re a workaholic that needs a break whenever you can get one, babe. You can’t overwork yourself.” He laughed a little, taking a sip of his milkshake before setting it down on his bedside table and nodding his head when she had mentioned colors and wallpapers for the nursery. “Yeah?” He asks, quietly. “You know, I kind of like that idea. Especially because it’s twins, not just one. It could work for both.” He nods once more, his smile Mathis g hers now as he gently broke away from the kiss a little. “You have a good time?” He asks, kissing her lips gently once more. “I know, I know. I’m just…I’m so happy that it’s finally out there, and I’m…I love you, I love you so much for wanting to come with us and see it in person.”

Anna: “But I don’t need brakes! I need to work, constantly because if I take a brake then I go stir crazy like you just said.” Anna protested, and then watched as he took a sip of his milkshake. To say she wasn’t turned on right now by that little gesture, Anna would be lying. Taking a breath, the brunette took out her phone and scrolled to her photos. Reaching in her purse, she took out a paint color sample and laughed a little “I.., I was going through these colors and I like the yellow. I think, I think yellow would look good if we go with elephant themed. I was also thinking something along the lines like jungle themed, or something neutral since we don’t know what we’re having yet.” Anna said, chewing her lips and then handed him the paint samples. “I did have a good time, yeah. It.., it felt weird but I liked it.” Anna admitted, and then smiled big at him “I’m so excited for this. I mean I’ve seen you preform live babe, but this is going to be pretty amazing.”

Adam: “I know, but you go stir crazy because you don’t have a lot of breaks. Really, it’s nothing but a vicious cycle. I’ve been there.” He grins playfully, licking the access drops of liquid from his milkshake from the straw before he settled it back down on his bedside table. When he noticed Anna eying him, he grinned. “You watching me?” He teases, “Yellow is neutral, either way. I really like the jungle idea, babe.” Adam wipes his hands off with one of the towelettes before doing the same with a napkin and moving all of their things aside. “A good weird?” He whispers, leaning in to gently press his lips to her neck.

Anna: “At least one of my projects is fully coming together, I mean we’re still getting the finishing touches and everything but hopefully I’ll be able to announce it soon.” Anna said, and then noticed that he was probably teasing her and the brunette bit down hard onto her lips. Clearing her throat, Anna shook her head “No I.., I wasn’t watching you.” She lied, and then looked at him “Or maybe Neverland, or something like that. I don’t.., I don’t know. I was looking at ideas all day today but I’m.., I’m not even far along enough yet to start a nursery so maybe we should just wait.” Anna took a breath and pushed her hair out of the way and nodded “A good weird.” She moaned a little while she felt his lips press to her neck, closing her eyes she leaned her head back a little

Adam: “I’m proud of you too, baby. I hope you know that…” He whispers, letting out a laugh a moment or two later before shaking his head. “You’re a terrible liar, you were totally watching me.” He joked, “We can wait, we can keep looking and we can write down ideas and narrow them down later…it’s all up to you, babe. Whatever you want to do.” He hums out, keeping his lips pressed to her neck and he moves in closer and presses his body the best that he can up against her own, his hand gently moving toward the fabric of her shirt and slipping underneath it.

Anna: “I love you.” She whispered, and then smiled softly “Stop. It’s these damn hormones, I was craving pickles all day today and I have such a fucked up mind.. I don’t ….” Stopping herself, she buried her face into her hands and then swallowed hard “I just realized that once we start doing the nursery, we have to get two of everything.” She said, swallowing hard again and then moaned a little as he moves in closer and pressed his body against his while his hand was going up her shirt.

Adam: “I know. I know, baby. I’m sorry, I was just playing.” He whispers back, shaking his head in return. Having already been through this once before with Dusty, he knew exactly what Anna meant when she mentioned hormones and the cravings for something as simple as pickles. He keeps himself close to her for comfort, not only because he’s looking for it, but because he wants to be close to her in order to comfort her too. “I know. It’s gonna be weird, going shopping or putting together a baby registration, realizing that we’ll need two of everything.” He whispers against her skin, and he moves his hand further up her shirt. He’s moving his fingers toward one of her breasts and his breath is slightly increasing, becoming heavier. “Hmm…” He hums against her skin once more.

Anna: “It is pretty sexy when you’re drinking that milkshake.” Anna joked back, and then smiled softly to herself as he moves closer to her. The actress was three months and she still wasn’t used to these hormones, and cravings. She should be, but she wasn’t. Taking a breath, Anna looked at Adam while he was talking to her “We need two cribs, maybe one changing table and one rocking chair. I.., there was so much furniture. I mean, do we go with dark wood or light wood when we do a nursery? I don’t know.” Anna said, and chewed her lips. Sometimes the actress felt so clueless, and she hated it but Anna moaned as his warm breath whispered against her skin. Closing her eyes for a few moments, Anna’s head is leaned back and she swallows hard, her breath becoming heavier “Mm.., Adam…” She whispered

Adam: “I knew it.” He says playfully, nudging her shoulder gently in return. She was officially three months pregnant now and was almost out of the phase where her hormones and morning sickness would be this out of whack, so Adam just wanted to be the best support system that he could for her right now. He was understanding, this being her first pregnancy as well as the fact that she didn’t want kids for so long up u til they had started really talking about it. Now, it was a reality and he just wanted to help her and be there for her. “If we’re doing yellow for a zoo themed one, maybe we do dark wood. It might look better. You’re on the right track, babe.” As Adam continued to be touchy-feely with her, he’s gently biting his lower lip as her head leans back and his lips gently graze over her neck. Something catches his attention though, and he’s grinning as he pulls back. “Babe…” He whispers, letting out a small chuckle. “Your boobs are getting bigger.”

Anna: Laughing as he nudges her, she nudges him back and then takes a breath. Sometimes the brunette felt so clueless about this pregnancy, and when it came time talking about baby things but this was her first.. and Anna tried not to get into her head. Pushing her hair out of her face again, the actress looked at him and smiled softly “I like the zoo theme, I think yellow can go good with the elephant theme too . Maybe yellow and gray, or yellow and brown?” She questioned, shrugging her shoulders but as Adam continued to move his hands underneath her shirt she continued to moan and the brunette chewed her lips, and then saw him smirking at the corner of her eye. Laughing a little, Anna shook her head and kissed him deeply “Are they? Is that why you’ve been starring at them lately?” Getting ontop of him now, Anna pressed her forehead against his and kissed him deeply “Are you still going to think I’m sexy when I’m huge?” She asked

Adam: “Yellow and gray would be good if we’re gonna go with the elephants. See, babe? You have nothing to worry about, you’re already on the right track and everything is okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He assures her, whispering in her direction as he bites down a little harder on his own lip while she continues to moan. He hums gently against her skin and his hand gently presses against her breast, letting out a small laugh as he kisses her back. “Ooh, you caught me staring? That’s a little awkward.” He teases, watching her now as she moves on top of him. He rests his hands on both sides of her waist, on her hips and kisses her back once more. “Babe…” He says, letting out a small laugh. “Of /course/ I’m going to still think you’re sexy when you’re huge. You won’t even be huge, you’re carrying /two/ babies. It’s different. You know why? You’re carrying /my/ babies, and there’s nothing sexier in the world to me than that.”

Anna: “I really like the elephants, but I also feel like that’s so clechie. I want these babies to have the best nursery.” She said, and then took a breath but then nodded at what Adam was saying “I just.., this is so weird to me, but in a good way.” Anna kissed him softly, and moaned when his hands pressed against her breasts. The actress got chills all up and down her body when his hands were on her hips, and she looked at him, laughing a little “I did. You were starring at them when we were bowling, and when we were at lunch with my mom and your mom.” Anna laughed again, but then looks at him and pressed her forehead against hers “But, don’t you usually become more huge when you’re carrying twins? I don’t.., I’ve never been pregnant before so I don’t know.” Kissing him softly, she smiled “I love you.”

Adam: “They have us as parents, we’re going to give them the most kick-ass nursery ever.” He nods his head, “I know, babe. It’s okay to feel like that, sometimes mothers don’t feel attachments or start to feel them until later in their second trimester. It’s not out of the ordinary.” As he moves his hands from underneath her shirt and to her hips instead, he laughs once more. “Shut up. I can’t believe you noticed…both of those times you noticed and you let me ogle you?” He joked, “Even if you do, it doesn’t matter.” He whispers, kissing her back. “You’re going to look adorable, and you’re going to be the sexiest pregnant woman there is to me.”

Anna: She laughed, and then nodded her hed “I have a feeling that one of these babies is going to be just like you, a rock star but will have my sailor mouth. I mean, my parents cursed all the time when I was little so I don’t.. I don’t know how I’ll not be able to curse.” Anna said, and then looked at him “I know, I just.., sometimes I feel so clueless and I’m.., I’m still scared that I’m not going to feel that feeling.” Trying not to get choked up, the brunette laughed again and then chewed her lips “Yes. I did. You’re clearly turned on with how big they’re getting, I mean, they’re kind of big in general but I don’t know.. I guess they’re bigger.” She said, smirking but then smiled within the kiss and looked at him “Meryl said she’ll help me tie my shows when I can’t see my feet.”

Adam: “One will be just like me, and the /other/ will have your sailor mouth, babe. That’s how it’s gonna work, just watch.” Adam laughed a little, shaking his head before letting out a small sigh. It wasn’t as if he was upset or even had anything to be upset about, he was just happy in this moment. Content, even. From everything that had finally gotten to be out in the open today to right now where he and Anna were just enjoying each other’s company in bed, and talking about the Super Bowl as well as their currently and healthy growing twins, there was nothing else that Adam wanted because he seemed to have all that he could possibly have needed right here in this moment now. “I know, babe. Don’t get upset. It’s alright.” He frowns, but kisses Anna’s forehead in an attempt to comfort her before letting out another laugh. “Okay, fine, fine. You caught me. Don’t act like I can help it, because I can’t. It’s just not a possible thing.” He teases, “Oh yeah? Well, that’s sweet of her. I’m just…I’m glad that things are going well, babe, and that everyone seems to be happy for us. I’m happy.”

&FINISHED

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[flabnbone]

With Stage 3 Lock downs in place in light of the Covid-19 outbreak, I am finding myself working from home and having plenty of time to do the things I have always wanted to do but never had the time to do previously.

Listed below are some of the things I have been doing at home and its been keeping me perfectly occupied 😀

Working From Home

I have been working from home for the past week now and this will go on indefinitely or until the outbreak is controlled I guess. Working from home has been pretty good so far. There’s no crazy morning rush to wake up early, to eat a quick breakfast and then to dash out the door to get to the office on time. I have more “me-time”, and from a well-being perspective, its getting all the ticks.

We were allowed to take monitors, keyboards and the office mouse back home to set up our home office. Some people even took their office chair home. What do you think of my set up? The book shelf to the right is full of toys and games because as a speech-pathologist working in schools, it is important we have lots of motivating games and reinforces to treat the kids after they have done lots of work! Plus, I am a sucker for all things cute and colour, so the bookshelf brings some life to what would be an otherwise boring looking office (I’m looking at your rainbow llama-corn :p)

Fitness at Home

I am a huge gym junkie. With gyms closed and finesses classes on hold for now, I have been doing lots of online live classes instead. In particular, I have been doing the live classes offered by Monash Sport Active Bodies Online (Monday-Friday 1pm-1:30pm), and the Les Mills On Demand service. Initially, it did feel a bit weird doing a fitness class off a screen, but after a few lessons I got used to it. On other days, I might do my own HIIT training using weights and resistance bands. Its been going well and I am still putting up a good sweat from it like I would if I was at the gym.

Passion Projects at Home

With more time at home, I started going back to my passion project which is writing that fantasy novel of mine. You know that fantasy story which I started AGES ago and put on hold due to massive writer’s block – well now I figured is the perfect time to overcome that block and see what miracles I can do it.

I have also gotten back into reading (has to be fantasy tho). I am re-reading the Heir Chronicle Series by Cinda Williams Chima because I love her so much and all her book series are amazing! I can’t believe Book 1 of the Heir Chronicles (The Warrior Heir) came out in 2006 – that’s a massive 14 years ago.

I joined some Fantasy writer’s and reader’s groups on Facebook. I had a quick look through the posts, and a lot of the questions people are asking are very relevant to me. These social media groups will be useful as I move forward with my own writing.

The Plant Corner at Home

More time at home means I am paying more attention to my plant babies. For example, the other day I noticed my Pilea has a new baby sprouting – I could not contain my excitement even though I have like 6 or 7 pots of Pilea now 😀

In addition to my main account for photography (@flabnbone) and my other account for documenting my food adventures (@flabnbone_food), I also started a new Instagram account just for my plants called @Flabnbone_Plants (check it out for you daily splash of green). I am loving all the beautiful plants I am seeing from other like-minded Insta-grammers.

Photo Editing + Updating the Blog

My hard-drive has so many folders of unedited photos from all my road-trips, I probably have enough photos to edit to last me a life time haha! Now is the perfect time to go through all those folders of photos and do some editing, sharing on the gram, uploading stock photos to Shutter-Stock and updating this blog.

Cooking

I am doing a lot more cooking now. Just in the past week at home, I have made butterscotch pudding, pizza, carrot cake, pasta bakes, and tonight, I want to attempt a Vietnamese caramelized chicken with pickled vegetables (recipe courtesy of my aunt). The Russian Honey Cake is still in the back of my mind (someone bought one to work last year and it was the most delicious cake I have ever tasted). Since then, I have googled a few recipes but it sounds very tricky to make. Since the lock-down is expected to last a while longer, maybe I should rise up to the challenge and tackle the honey cake.

When I go out to buy groceries (“essential travel”), I make sure to get a coffee because its my weekly treat and it’s also important to keep supporting local businesses during these tough times. Love it when they leave cute little messages on the lid. Stay safe too ❤

Spotify

My playlist has been getting a bit old and rusty. With all this extra time at home now, I finally have had the chance to find some new music. My top 10 songs currently would be:

Polaroid– Jonas Blue

What a man gotta do– Jonas Brothers

These are the Lies – The Cab

Who do you Love – The Chainsmokers

Big Plans– Why Don’t We

Unbelievable – Why Don’t We

No one compares to you– Jack & Jack

Circles– Post Malone

Intentions– Justin Bieber

10000 Hours– Dan & Shay ❤

I was so excited when I found out a video game from my childhood (Sword of Mana) released an updated sound track. The update has been out for a while now, but I have clearly been living under a rock and did not know until now. Reminiscing my childhood through music does wonders.

Memes

I have a collection of memes saved on my phone, and have added a few ‘working form home memes’ to laugh at on the days where I am feeling a bit bored or in need of something light-heated. Hands up if you relate to this meme above?

What have you been doing when in home isolation?

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  Life Update 10#: Staying at Home – how I am keeping myself occupied. With Stage 3 Lock downs in place in light of the Covid-19 outbreak, I am finding myself working from home and having plenty of time to do the things I have always wanted to do but never had the time to do previously.

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[phantasmagorighoul]

beep boop so if you’re new to my blog (or hell even if you’ve been here a while) you probably noticed that 75% of the time, any of the gorillaz stuff i reblog or post about has to do with, very specifically, murdoc and noodle’s father-daughter relationship. now you’ve probably at one point went ‘ummmm why is this all she posts that’s kind of weird’ and i’ve got a nice lil explanation for anyone interested under the cut. tbh i wouldn’t have made a post like this if i didn’t feel like my weird fixation on their relationship didn’t rub off as odd bc i feel like it kind of does so there’s some personal junk under the cut and me being all nostalgic and stuff. if you’re tired of seeing father-daughter mud and nood blacklist ‘pickle dad’ and you won’t have to see it anymore, please don’t reblog thank u

ok so my family is a very musical one. everybody on my dad’s side drums (i’ve had drumsticks in my hands since i was 2 but it’s been soooo long i’d probably be garbage lol) and we’ve always had like 3 different types of music playing in different parts of the house at once it was really cool. but with that comes the love of watching music videos and my dad was always the one who loved to do that, so since i was a newborn he’d always sit in his rocker with me in his lap and we’d watch music videos together. THAT’S why i’m almost positive i’ve listened to gorillaz since phase 1 because we definitely saw clint eastwood, 19-2000 and all that good stuff, but i was just too young to remember it. but anyway

we found a lot of our favorite artists through music videos and that’s how we found gorillaz!! my dad always loved gorillaz but my earliest memory of it was seeing feel good inc and going OH YES THIS IS MY SHIT and making him buy me kidz bop 9 and forcing him and my mom to play feel good inc over and over whenever we were in the car. why we didn’t just buy demon days is beyond me but he probably didn’t think it was appropriate bc he was really insistent on not letting me listen to risque songs and i feel like he’d assume some of that was on there? but yeah phase 2 had us both hooked and feel good inc and dirty harry and everything was good. years went by and we still watched music videos together, and by this time i had an ipod so i watched less and less with him bc i had my own music. he’d still sit downstairs and watch them tho sometimes my brother would sit with him but he didn’t care.

phase 3 hits woo and the stylo music video comes out!! well my dad decides that this is the best damn song he heard in his life and fuckin blasted it whenever the video came on. he downloaded it and would just play it over the speakers too and let me tell you this fuckin song was always played so loud that you could be on the opposite side of the house and you could still feel the bassline right down into your bone marrow it was awesome

but he really liked murdoc!! he thought he was cool as hell with his lil bandanna and sweet car. stylo was one of the music videos that if i heard it, i would immediately go downstairs to watch it with him until it was over. the only other three that could do that were on melancholy hill, nanana by mcr, and big bang by rock mafia lol. besides that i always had a habit of latching onto the only female characters in things bc i liked girl characters. which there was a shortage of in things when i was little. so naturally i liked noodle!! loved that girl. she’s still my favorite believe it or not, it really doesn’t seem like it

but we’d always watch stylo and on melancholy hill and things were great. he was my best friend and we’d really bond watching those videos. a couple years later he suddenly decided that he was going to move out and left me heartbroken and really hurt for almost a year after, and he started being mean to me and saw me only once a week because i would fight with him bc i felt that he did the wrong thing, so i went from seeing him all the time to hardly ever and going from always hearing good music through the floor to radio silence. it was really tough and it still is, really, and we drifted apart and he usually just finds reasons to yell at me until i cry and it’s sad. we’re not very close anymore and there’s like a hole in my chest but it’s slowly healing itself so i’ll be ok. things have been slightly better but anyway

but listening to songs like stylo and on melancholy hill take me back to when i was 10 and would sit with him and sing along in our best impressions of mos def and bobby womack and damon albarn and when we were still close and things were ok. if i ask him to play stylo he’ll always put it on, he’s never told me no. he’ll blast it when we’re on the freeway and we’ll roll the windows down and for the 5 minutes it’s great. on melancholy hill either makes me really happy or cry bc it reminds me of the good times and if i close my eyes it really does feel like i’m 10 again, and now you’ve unlocked why stylo and melancholy hill are sentimental to me!!!

i knew that murdoc and noodle were close before el manana and he replaced her and everything, and i always thought of them as a sort of father and daughter but never really this intense. so once gorillaz came back in march and i was reading their interactions and saw the new art, i noticed that even though they probably were really distant towards each other in phase 3 after she got back, they were able to grow close again (even though it might not be as much as before) and i think i quietly wished that for myself. like it would be so nice to be close to my dad again. i tend to project myself onto noodle and him onto murdoc, but ONLY if they’re together. it’s odd. like i won’t do that if it’s just murdoc or just noodle, but if they’re interacting i’m like ‘woah. that’s nice. that would be nice. woah’ i’m probably describing this really weird i’m sorry but that’s what i kind of do at times and that’s why i reblog a shit ton of content bc they’re a happy father and daughter and it reminds me of the way my dad and i were when i was little and singing along to gorillaz with him. it's also a 50/50 chance that i'll project them at all; sometimes the art is just super sweet or really good so i'll reblog it anyway. god i hope that doesn’t sound really weird

i’m trying really hard to have him take me to the concert in detroit lol. he thought about it for a while before deciding it was too far away so i’ve been begging and trying to negotiate and he always just laughs at me and says i’m out of my mind but hasn’t yelled at me to stop asking yet, and i’m getting those tickets. i’m gettin em. i’m gett

anyway sorry for this junk. i just feel like i should explain it before anybody gets concerned that i have this weird appreciation for anything involving murdoc and noodle. i’m just a girl who misses her dad as all sorry sorry

#hh #delete later #long post #personal #sorry to clog up your dash agh #ask to tag

[allofusandco]

Bloody hell

with @theycomeuninvited - Enzo

Spike and Enzo knew each other a long time ago, and have just encountered each other again.

Spike:

Slam poetry night. Never exactly the easiest crowd but Spike was ready for a fight. He’d been up half the night reciting his little ditty over and over again until he was pretty sure he’d be able to recite everything even if he did get into a brawl.

But.

Bloody thing had been cancelled. It was enough to make him want to tear the place apart. If not for his sodding soul, he might have. Damn thing did itch when he did something he knew he shouldn’t.

He was barreling back out again when he crashed into a suspiciously strong body. Which might have been the only reason he didn’t vamp out and scare them back to hiding behind their mother’s skirts.

“’ere, watch where you’re going, mate,” he snarled, glancing up, pulling the collar of his jacket up.

But. Familiar brown eyes. Pointy ears. This was a face he knew well.

“Bloody hell,” he said. “Is that - Enzo? I heard you were dead.”

––

Enzo:

Boredom had, quite often these days, led Enzo out at night venturing into clubs and bars much like the one he was heading towards now. He didn’t have much interest in the events they hosted, just the people they brought in and tonight was no different.

Except it was…

The man he’d run into wasn’t much of a man at all but a vampire and he was about to launch into yelling at him to watch where the bloody hell he was going in retort but stopped dead when he heard his voice calling him by name.

“Could have said the same for you,” he grinned looking the other vampire over. Alright so he hadn’t heard he was dead but it’d been safe to assume he was with as reckless as he was. “What happened to your bloody hair? I almost didn’t recognize you.”

––

Spike:

Spike stood straight - had Enzo always been that short? - and ran his hand over his hair. Since the advent of the cell phone he actually knew for a fact that it looked exactly the way it was supposed to (no more silver backing on a mirror getting in his way, or silver nitrate film hiding his handsome self) - he was extremely sensitive to criticism. He frowned.

“So you missed Billy bloody Idol completely then, mate? Ere, this was quite the look in the seventies, and the eighties, and I’d a mind to avoid touching what clearly wasn’t broke.” He forced his hands into his pockets. “And for the record, your hair looks bloody stupid, mate.”

He tossed his chin over his shoulder.

“I was going to sod off and see if the butcher left a window open, but since you’re here, buy you a gin?”

––

Enzo:

Well that explained it then didn’t it? Some strange fashion trend that Enzo had missed out on, well he couldn’t say he was too upset over that one.

“Low blow mate,” he scoffed rolling his eyes as Spike walked away from him. In reflex response his hand moved up to card through his hair making sure it was all in place where he liked it. There was nothing stupid about it, Spikes was bloody stupid.

“That was my plan,” he mumbled following behind him into the bar. “What have you been up to anyways mate?”

Better he ask first and try and dodge any conversation about Augustine and the past few decades of his own life. Last thing he needed was the other vampires sympathy.

––

Spike:

Oh. Oh! Chance to talk about himself? Spike never got that. He raised his eyebrows, and approached the bar.

“Matter of fact,” he said, quite cheerfully, “I’ve had an eventful few years. Ditched Drusilla, of course,” and alright, that might well have been stretching the truth a little bit, but since she was dead anyway, it didn’t matter much. Not like she could contradict him. “Crazy women aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, if you’ll pardon the pun. Let’s see… Bottle of gin, couple of glasses,” he said to the bartender.

“Oh,” he said to Enzo. “And I saved the world one time. Very heroic. On second thoughts, mate, since you can do the magic eyeball thing and not pay, I’ll keep my hard-stolen won cash and you can pay.”

––

Enzo:

“You’re better off without her mate,” Enzo said at the mention of Dru. It was still an auto pilot response from days gone by and the fact that it was amused him to no end. Enzo had never been the crazed vampire’s biggest fan, then again he didn’t do too well around crazy anyways.

“Bloody cheapskate.” he laughed but caught the bartenders eyes, “We’ve already paid mate,” he said watching the compulsion take hold as the man cleared the tab. Taking the bottle and glasses he turned back to his old friend.

“Tell me more about this saving the world business,” he said leading the way to an empty table, “last I checked that wasn’t exactly your thing mate. You’re not going soft on me are you, I’d hate to drive a stake through your bloody heart if you are.”

––

Spike:

Well, it went without saying, but it was nice to hear. Even if there was still a part of Spike that missed Dru terribly and felt suddenly like throwing Enzo under a bus. But quite aside from the fact that Enzo was that other species of vampire, he was also bloody ancient, and therefore not ripe to be messed with.

“I’d offer my left bollock to be able to do that trick,” he mused. Compulsion looked like so much fun. He’d get away with anything.

He dropped into a comfortable enough chair, and reached for the bottle. “Well. As I said, it was all very heroic. Did it for a bird, of course, you know me. Thing of it is, now she thinks I’m dead, doesn’t she? Feel a bit bloody stupid chasing her down all, look at me, not that dead after all. Ah, never mind, she was too good for me anyway. But it involved wearing a necklace and bursting into flames to stop hell from spilling into the world. And then I was a ghost for a bit, and thanks to a bit of magic, I’m alrigh’. What about you? Dropped off the planet around World War II, while I was munching on Nazis, if I’m not mistaken.”

––

Enzo:

If he’d ended up a vampire like Spike was Enzo was certain he’d have run himself through with a sharp piece of wood long ago. There were no perks to it, other than immortality mind you though for some odd reason the slayers seemed to gravitate towards them more too. No, Enzo had enough trouble on his own without needing that bit of trouble too.

“Ew fire,” Enzo shook his head in dismay. “Blood hate fires. Got myself captured and ended up being part of some dodgy vampire experimental thing, met another poor bloke that was thrown in with me, saved said bloke, but he didn’t see it fit to return the favor. End up almost burning to death myself before rotting away in the clanger for another fifty years.”

That was putting it all lightly but he didn’t see the point going into too many details. Instead he grabbed his gin and opened it pouring himself a drink.

“Guess love hasn’t been kind to either of our poor damned souls,” he laughed.

––

Spike:

“Now why is it they enjoy experimenting on vamps so much? Now, see, the Germans were doing the same thing. But they bit off more than they could chew, and we all got out, had ourselves a nice little party in a submarine. Ate all the bad guys, and some of the good guys, too. And then a few years ago, the government put a bloody chip in my head. You know, a computer chip. Stopped me from biting humans, even bad ones, if that makes any kind of sense at all. It’s sorted now, though. But bloody hell, that sounds like a right pickle. Oi – if you’re up to a road trip for the purposes of bloody revenge, you know I’d help,” Spike said. Actually, now that he was back to being allowed to bite anyone he wanted, he was sort of keen to do just that, and it had been way too many years on plastic flavored bagged blood.

“Can’t believe a fellow vampire would do that to you, mate.” Disgusting bloody behavior, and some people just had no respect. “But you’re out, good for you. Let’s drink to that.”

––

Enzo:

“They’re jealous, that’s what it is mate. They can’t have what we have without turning bad and they bloody hate it.” Really though what were the chances that both of them would wind up getting stuck in some form of bloody captivity where the main game seemed to be torture. If you asked Enzo it was a damn good thing these places never found out about each other.

“I’ll drink to that,” he laughed and tilted his drink towards Spike. “Have to admit though most of Augustine has been sorted you know, not a bit lot of them actually. Mostly some creepy members of a founders counsel back in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Traveling tip my friend, never go there.”

Taking a long drink of gin he looked over at his friend contemplating him.

“I can’t offer a murder spree but if you’ve got the free time I wouldn’t say no to getting the hell out of dodge and see where the road takes us,” he shrugged. Since leaving Mystic Falls he hadn’t found a place to settle down and it wasn’t likely this was the place he’d pick.

––

Spike:

Mystic Falls. Spike narrowed his eyes. He’d heard of that place, though he couldn’t think of the context. If memory served it was something of a beacon. Probably sitting on yet another bloody hellmouth. They seemed to be a dime a dozen, enough to make a bloke feel less special.

“Well, in a happy coincidence, so have most of the Nazis who done me in in the war. And the modern lot, too. Different circumstances. This one scientist pulled a bunch of demons apart and turned the lot of them into these weird hybrid whatsits.  Nasty piece of business, that, but it’s done for now. There’ll always be a new lot.”

No murder spree? Was Enzo living on the straight and narrow? Well, since Spike was, too, more out of habit than anything else, he figured he couldn’t judge.

“Getting the hell out of dodge sounds like a plan,” he said, raising his glass and draining it, reaching for the bottle again. “Haven’t been on a road trip in a good long while. Course, we’d have to drive at night, unless you’ve got one of those fancy rings floating about – knowing my luck, it wouldn’t work for me anyway,” he finished, glum. He really had drawn the short straw in the vampiric race stakes.

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Enzo:

That sounded bloody awful, demons being torn apart and fixed back together. Modern day Frankenstein, gross, appalling and somehow made him a little thankful he’d not landed with some fucked up mad scientist. Apparently Augustine could have been a lot worse, despite his initial thinking. The other vampire was right about one thing though—there was always a new lot of sick fuck up’s looking to bugger the supernatural population to hell.

“Road trip it is then,” he agreed with a grin happy to have the company, “Met a lot of witches this summer before blowing out of town for good. Maybe we can find one along the way that can fix you up with one. If not…well just be glad you didn’t end up a full fanger.”

Spike may not be all fancy and proper vampire like him but Enzo would rather the deformed features over small pointed fangs like some vampires any day of the week.

“Where shall we head first? Where have you been?” Personally he’d not seen a lot of anything the new modern world had to offer so he was up for anything and anywhere.

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Spike:

Spike wasn’t entirely convinced. “You might dread the thought of ending up one of those bastards but at least they can walk around in the sodding sun,” he complained. “You know, I did have a ring one time. Not for long, few hours. Got a bit power mad, but that was before this new and improved Spike.”

Maybe he was a little obsessed.

“But if you know a witch who can bedazzle my finger and stop me burning up in the sun, I’m all in. Better than hiding in the boot of the car with a tarpaul- the trunk,” he corrected himself. “We have to talk like them, don’t we. I miss the Queens’ English.”

He thought.

“I wouldn’t mind avoiding California completely, to tell the truth. And there’s a Hellmouth in Cleveland I’d rather not get within sniffing distance of. And I’ve heard enough tales of Mystic Falls to give Virginia a very wide berth. But beyond that, I’m up for anything, mate. Just be happy to have a bit of company for a while. And no bloody women. I’m done with the whole sodding gender for the conceivable future. Unless it’s for dinner. They’re mad, whole bleeding lot of them. Road trip! I’ll drink to that.” He raised the gin in the air. “Bottoms up.”

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Enzo:

“We’ll see what we can do,” he answered giving a curt nod. Couldn’t be that hard to call in a favor or two and get a ring for Spike. Enzo needed his traveling buddy to be able to go out in the sun and exist during the day, not just hang around the bloody trunk all day.

Hell mouths, yeah Enzo was perfectly fine with avoiding those at all costs. The last thing he wanted was to stumble on another town riddled with issues of the supernatural sort. What he was really looking forward to was hitting up a few busy places, kicking back where he could drink, relax, and just live his life. It was going to be great.

Lifting his drink he took a sip in toast before settling back in his chair once more.

“I say we grab a map, toss a coin, and just go where it shows us,” he laughed suggesting the idea. God only knew where they’d end up when it was all said and done.

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Spike:

“Well,” Spike said, warming to the idea more every minute – he refilled their glasses and leaned conspiratorially across the table. “You know Tennessee’s riddled with werewolves. So’s Oregon. So we’ll flip the coin, but we’ll veto anything with too many creepy crawlies. About time we owned a town, wouldn’t you say, mate? And we’ll have to watch for slayers. World’s got a lot smaller since they all went and got their sodding selves activated. Can I tell you, there’s no place in the world more dangerous for the likes of us than Scotland. Huge training facility. Sixteen year old girls who could tear your –”

Nah.

“Well, my head off, anyway.”

Talk about the short end of the stick. And if he died, no one would ever know for sure; he’d be dust. Some vampires got all the luck.

“And to think I was actually letting myself get all miserable. Bit of luck I ran into you. They cancelled a slam poetry night in ’ere tonight, and I was right down in the dumps about it.”

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Enzo:

Ew werewolves, slayers—no Enzo would like to avoid those as well. Bloody hell it was going to be difficult to pin a place down for them to head out to. With his amazingly bad luck it was more likely they’d manage to run in to it all on their way to wherever it was they were heading.

“I’m going to grab us some more drinks and we can head out,” he grinned pushing himself to his feet. “Get a few more bottles in me and we can have our own bloody slam fest thing back at your place mate.”

Grinning he headed back to the bar to do just that.

That day, despite the late hours they’d both knocked off to sleep, Enzo hadn’t been able to sleep much. It was stupid really, bloody nightmares always getting in his way. It left room to deal with Spikes little sunlight issue though and to get a car…a car with windows so black Enzo had been half convinced they were painted at first.

Parking outside the motel room they’d picked to crash in during the day he headed back inside. It wouldn’t be long till the sun was down and spike could come out to play. Nudging his knee against the bed he shook it.

“Wake up you bastard,” he growled, “I got you a present.”

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Spike:

Spike was dead to the world, fast asleep in his clothes, right down to the leather jacket he’d snagged in Italy,  on top of the covers, right up until the moment he wasn’t. He woke suddenly and sat up, shouting.

“These aren’t the droids I’m looking for!”

�� well. Not as bad as the footwear thing, and one day he was going to slit Andrew’s throat and bathe in his blood. Whatever, nothing to see, moving on.

He eyed the blinds. They cut out enough light, but apparently it was well and truly daytime. And there was Enzo. Two of him, for a second.

“A present?” he asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows and swinging his legs off the bed. He stood up and crossed his arms. “One of those magic rings, then? Because I thought about that while I tossed and turned and I don’t mind telling you that if I don’t get one, I’m liable to sulk.”

Though he was far from convinced the thing would work. They weren’t cut from the same cloth, and they both knew it. If this wasn’t going to work out, he definitely wasn’t going to lie in the boot – no, the trunk – while Enzo drove. He reached for one of the gin bottles that wasn’t totally empty, and took a fortifying gulp.

“Well, let’s see it.”

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Enzo:

Listening to Spike grumble Enzo rolled his eyes and pulled the ring from his pocket tossing it to the grouchy hung over vampire. He was positive it was going to work, more than sure even. Why? Because he knew his witches well and this one was going to pull through for him though in reality it was because he could listen to Spike whine over it not working.

“Just put the bloody thing on,” he said grabbing a bottle of gin from the table and taking a drink. What he did next was probably going to be mean but at least they would know if it worked or not.

Giving it a second he watched to make sure the ring was on before grabbing the curtains and pulling them open to let the light flood into the room.

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Spike:

Spike stared at the ring for a long time. The way he had so long ago, with the Gem of Amara; but this… he hadn’t had to take this away from someone else. He was a better man, now, and it was tedious as hell some days but he liked himself better, too.

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” he said, slipping it onto his finger. Simple thing, dark blue and silver. Next thing he knew, the curtain were being thrown open and instinct sent him flying across the room, hiding from the sun.

“Easy, mate!” he called. “A little at a time, maybe? Bloody hell.” But he sat up, cautiously looking up over the edge of the bed, and he didn’t burst into flame.

Bit of alright, really.

He stood, holding his hand out in front of him. “Bloody genius, Enzo. Best present anyone ever got me. I’ll have to find a way to return the favor one day.” Top bloke, Enzo, even if he didn’t have much of an appreciation of poetry. “Well, than, mate, let’s hit the road, shall we? Fancy something to drink – warm and fresh, by preference – and then a change in scenery. You find a car?”

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Enzo:

There was no helping the laugh that fell from his lips when Spike shot across the room a hundred plus years of instinct driving him away from the sun. Eventually he’d get used to it but Enzo had a feeling he’d be walking in shadows and dodging windows for a few days out of habit and honestly he couldn’t wait to watch it.

“Don’t be a baby Spike,” he rolled his eyes teasingly and stepped away from the window. “It was nothing, don’t worry about it yeah. I’ve got us a car we can head out whenever you want. We can go someplace sunny or whatever now…you pick seeing as you’re a daywalker now.”

Crossing his arms over his chest he watched his friend.

“So what is it that Spike the daywalker wants to go and do first?” he asked wondering how much of a difference the ring would make for him. He’d once known a vampire who had opted to sit in the sun for no less than two days after getting a ring. Gesturing for Spike to follow he headed towards the door and outside where the car was.

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Spike:

“Daywalker. Got a ring to it, dunnit? Pardon the pun. Or don’t. Don’t really care.” He grinned, standing in the light, and followed Enzo to the door.

The sun was incredibly bright. He’d noticed that last time. He grabbed the full bottle of gin off the little dining table, and squinted into the sun. This was gong to take some getting used to, but since he had an eternity to do it, it really didn’t bother him.

Maybe now he could go back and find Buffy… nah. Other things to do, and he preferred her remembering him as a hero, anyway.

“Nice wheels,” he said, remembering the last time he’d been in a car he’d had to tape layers of newspaper to the windows. This one was heavily tinted, which might at least stop his retinas from screaming too much. He climbed into the passenger seat – looked like Enzo wanted to drive, and he had a whole bottle of gin.  Plenty to do while he caught his first tan in too many years to count. He pulled the door shut, adjusted the seat and stuck his feet up onto the dashboard.

“Just drive, mate. Let’s see where the road takes us.”

~complete thread~

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