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stardustprompts · 11 months
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stick season  ( we’ll all be here forever )  -   noah kahan change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  mental heath ,  alcoholism ,  death ,  suicidal references ,  language
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‘if I get too close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.’
‘oh, I was raised out in the cold.’ 
‘as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.’ 
‘now i’m stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face.’ 
‘I am terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains.’ 
‘I saw your mom she forgot that I existed.’ 
‘it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim.’
‘i’ll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose.’ 
‘now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do.’
‘so I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad that I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.’
‘I am no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh.’ 
‘you once called me ‘forever’ now you still can’t call me back.’ 
‘I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it.’ 
‘I’m saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.’ 
‘no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere.’ 
‘now I know your name but not who you are.’ 
‘it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.’
‘you got all my love.’
‘if you need me, dear, I’m the same as I was.’ 
‘write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be.’ 
‘you burrowed in, under my skin, what I’d give to have you out from me.’ 
‘but I still recall how the leather in your car feels.’ 
‘at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars heal.’ 
‘I swear I was scared to death.’ 
‘I’ll never let you go.’ 
‘everything’s alright when she calls me back.’ 
‘for bullshit, I do not have time.’ 
‘I don’t get much sleep most nights.’ 
‘I’ll love you when the oceans dry. I’ll love you when the rivers freeze.’ 
‘do you lie awake restless?’ 
‘oh, there was heaven in your eyes.’ 
‘I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.’ 
‘i’m in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak.’ 
‘come over.’ 
‘I was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad.’ 
‘my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.’ 
‘the dow jones keeps falling, but I promise you, with the view in the morning, you won’t ever go back.’ 
‘someday I’m gonna be somebody people want.’ 
‘you gave me your word, and now I can’t pronounce it.’ 
‘would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we’re too slow moving. we trust everyone one we meet.’
‘we didn’t know that the sun was collapsing.’
‘I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.’ 
‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.’
‘it’s been a long year.’
‘come over, the party’s gone slower. and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober.’ 
‘there’s orange juice in the kitchen. it’s yours if you want it.’ 
‘feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.’ 
‘why’d you go?’ 
‘I haven’t drank in six months on the dot.’ 
‘it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.’
‘don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?’
‘are we all just pulling you down?’ 
‘remember telling me that you thought you were cursed?’ 
‘I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.’ 
‘if I could lose you, I would.’ 
‘those things I miss, but know are never coming back.’ 
‘no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental like a stranger in the park.’ 
‘if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit.’ 
‘I’m still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them.’ 
‘I ignore things, and I move sideways ‘til I forget what I felt in the first place.’
‘at the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.’
‘I’m terrified that I might never have met me.’ 
‘if my engine works perfect on empty, I guess I’ll drive.’ 
‘why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be, keeps rushing me.’ 
‘if all my life was wasted, I don’t mind, I’ll watch it go.’ 
‘it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.’ 
‘I drink ‘til I drown, and I smoke ‘til I’m burning.’ 
‘I worry for you, you worry for me. and it’s fine if we know we won’t change.’ 
‘the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in. the bridges have long since been burnt.’ 
‘it’s not halloween but the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt.’ 
‘I know that you fear that I’m wicked and weary.’ 
‘I know that you’re fearing the end.’
‘I only tell truth when I’m sure that I’m lying.’
‘the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.’ 
‘time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failing.’ 
‘I stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.’
‘I would leave if only I could find a reason.’  
‘I got dreams, but I can’t make myself believe them.’
‘spend the rest of my life with what could’ve been.’ 
‘I will die in the house that I grew up in.’ 
‘I don’t wanna say goodbye.’
‘it only falls into place when you’re falling to pieces.’
‘it’s like i’m still here with you.’ 
‘the past is coming back with the light in the morning.’ 
‘can I fix what is broken?’ 
‘for a minute, the world seems so simple.’
‘I am not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again.’
‘it’s all washing over me, I’m angry again.’ 
‘who was I to watch you wilt?’ 
‘you’ll always be a flower on my skin.’ 
‘I promise to be there this time, alright?’ 
‘I’m naming the stars in the sky after you.’ 
‘I spiral out, try and float.’ 
‘i’m remembering I promised to forget you now.’
‘it’s raining and I’m calling drunk.’ 
‘am I honest still?’ 
‘am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it.’ 
‘I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know.’ 
‘I’ll die for you.’ 
‘I’m untethering from the part of me you’d recognize.’
‘I’ll let the pain metastasize.’
‘I gave your name as my emergency phone call. it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.’ 
‘it just ain’t that simple, it never was.’ 
‘I’m not from around here.’
‘i’ll turn up the music and I’ll forget until it ends, that I’m not ready to let go yet.’
‘it’s typical, I fear. folks just disappear.’ 
‘if I could leave, I would’ve already left.’ 
‘I pull no punches, then I feel bad for months.’ 
‘I finally got sewed up, set a time, then I showed up. now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.’ 
‘I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.’ 
‘I filled the hole in my head with prescription medications and I forgot how to cry.’ 
‘who am I to complain?’ 
‘now the pain’s different, it still exists, it just escapes different.’ 
‘I can finally eat and I can fall asleep, it’s fine.’
‘oh, you’re spiraling again.’ 
‘don’t let this darkness fool you. all lights turned off can be turned on.’ 
‘I’ll drive all night. I’ll call your mom.’ 
‘don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.’ 
‘if you could see yourself like this, you’d have never tried it.’ 
‘don’t want to drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing.’ 
‘won’t you stay with me?’ 
‘this is good land, or at least it was.’ 
‘it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.’ 
‘you’re the greatest thing I’ve lost.’ 
‘we ain’t angry at you, we’ll be waiting for you.’ 
we’ll all be here forever.’ 
‘we’re overdue for a revival. we spent so long just getting by.’ 
‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’ 
‘you’re gonna go far.’ 
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amyhasbluescreen · 2 months
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I need someone to write a fic based on dial drunk by noah kahan with wolfstar ASAP.
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persephonememes · 3 months
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* (  STICK SEASON FOREVER BY NOAH KAHAN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.
These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.
" how you been? "
" what does it mean? "
" i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face "
" i miss the way you laugh "
" but you know how it gets out here "
" you got all my love "
" if you need me dear, i'm the same as i was "
" it's all okay, there ain't a drop of bad blood "
" i just hope that your scars heal "
" i was scared to death "
" i'll never let you go "
" i don't get much sleep most nights "
" i'm seeing you in every dream "
" i'll love you when the oceans dry "
" i'll love you when the rivers freeze "
" don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden "
" i'm in the process of clearing out cobwebs "
" someday i'm gonna be somebody people want "
" it's been a long year "
" would we survive in a horror movie? "
" i wanna love you 'till we're food for the worms to eat "
" i know every route in this county "
" i'll tell you where not to speed "
" honey, come over "
" no one will tempt you, we know you got sober "
" it's yours if you want it "
" i've been ready for you to come home "
" i didn't think to ask you where you'd gone "
" why'd you go? "
" i haven't drank in six months on the dot "
" don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on? "
" the last time i drank i was face down passed out there on your lawn "
" are we all just pulling you down? "
" remember telling me that you thought you were cursed? "
" love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder "
" those things I miss but know are never coming back "
" if i was empty space and you were formless shape we'd fit "
" i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them "
" i know there are worse ways to stay alive "
" why is pain so damn impatient? "
" the last that i heard you were down in new orleans "
" i worry for you. you worry for me. "
" it's fine if we know we won't change "
" i'm leaving this town "
" i know that you're fearing the end "
" i only tell truth when I'm sure that I'm lying "
" how have you been and are you bored yet? "
" time moves so damn slow "
" i stopped caring about a month ago since then it's been smooth sailing "
" i would leave if only i could find a reason "
" i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them "
" i don't want to say goodbye "
" i'm still here with you "
" for a minute the world seems so simple "
" who was i to watch you wilt? "
" i promise to be there this time "
" i'm naming the stars in the sky after you "
" i'm remembering i promised to forget you now "
" it's all the same, anyways "
" i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown "
" i gave your name as my emergency phone call "
" i'd die for you "
" why do you do this to yourself? "
" this place had a heartbeat in its day "
" it just ain't that simple, it never was "
" we'll drink to new year's "
" i'm not ready to let go yet "
" now the weight of the world ain't so bad "
" i saw the end, it looks just like the middle "
" who am I to complain? "
" now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different. "
" don't you cancel any plans "
" all lights turned off can be turned on "
" i'll drive all night "
" don't be discouraged "
" i've been exactly where you are "
" if you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it "
" won't you stay with me? "
" i even gave up driving after nightfall "
" i'm ain't angry at you, love "
" i'll be waiting for you "
" we spent so long just getting by "
" i'm not a city girl "
" it still has a lot of meaning to me because i grew up there "
" it's a small community of people that really look out for each other "
" last time i was in the back of a cop car, i fell in love "
" it's all the same anyway "
" let's drive for no reason "
" honey, it's starting to storm "
" i won't be alone for the rest of my life "
" i broke a bone that never healed in my hand "
" so when i hold you close, i might loosen my grip. but i won't ever let you go. "
" but i won't ever let you go "
" remember when we called the cops 'cause you got too high and you got scared? "
" could you imagine that? "
" i'm running out of tears to cry "
" maybe something's changing me "
" you love me and i don't know why "
" i only call you once a week "
" does it bite at your edges? "
" do you lie awake restless? "
" this town's the same as you left it "
" your page was blank, but i read it "
" i stare out that hallowed ocean as if to pick a fight "
" for the dreams my old man dreamt for me, lay on the other side "
" we're overdue for a revival "
" we spent so long just getting by "
" who the hell likes living just to die? "
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minimavampiress · 10 months
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★ -- 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐩𝐭 𝟏
𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄
❝ How you been ? You settled down ? ❞ ❝ I was raised out in the cold . . . ❞ ❝ Scared to live . . . scared to die. ❞ ❝ If I get too close . . . and I'm not how you hoped . . . ❞ ❝ Forgive my northern attitude ; I was raised on little light. ❞
𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍
❝ Kept on driving straight and left our future to the right . . . ❞ ❝ I'm stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face. ❞ ❝ Doc told me to travel , but there's Covid on the planes. ❞ ❝ It's half my fault , but I just like to play the victim. ❞ ❝ I miss the way you laugh . . . ❞ ❝ You once called me forever ; now you still can't call me back. ❞ ❝ I saw your mom ; she forgot that I existed. ❞ ❝ I hope this pain's just passing through. ❞
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
❝ Okay. I feel good about this. ❞ ❝ I'm saying too much , but you know how it gets out here. ❞ ❝ No winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere. ❞ ❝ We'd shake the frame of your car. ❞ ❝ I know your name , but not who you are. ❞ ❝ It's all okay. There ain't a drop of bad blood. ❞ ❝ It's all my love . . . You got all my love . . . ❞ ❝ You burrowed in under my skin ; what I'd give to have you out from me. ❞ ❝ At the end of it all I just hope that your scars heal. ❞ ❝ Babe , I swear I was scared to death . . . ❞ ❝ I smiled stupid the whole way home. ❞
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊
❝ There was heaven in your eyes . . . I was not baptized. ❞ ❝ Everything's alright when [ he / she ] calls me back. ❞ ❝ Look at me ; and don't you lie. ❞ ❝ I could be your sacrifice. ❞ ❝ I do not exist to die , but live to die while saving you. ❞ ❝ Why am I so obsessive ? Hanging on to every sentence . . . ❞ ❝ This town's the same as you left it. ❞ ❝ Your page was blank but I read it. ❞ ❝ I don't get much sleep most nights . . . ❞ ❝ I was too afraid of livin' life in your footsteps. ❞
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
❝ I'm in the business of losing your interest. ❞ ❝ I turn a profit each time that we speak. ❞ ❝ There's a coffin buried under the garden. ❞ ❝ My house was designed to kinda look like it's crying. ❞ ❝ I was taking the wrong meds ; feels good to be sad. ❞ ❝ My mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it. ❞ ❝ I know that it ain't much . . . I know that it ain't cool. ❞ ❝ Some day I'm gonna be somebody people want. ❞
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seaside-writings · 6 months
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I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!
I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.
Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙🎵
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🎵 “The only time I got to prayin' for a red light was when I saw your destination as a deadline.”
🎵 “Makin' quiet calculations where the fault lies,”
🎵 “The college kids are gettin' so young, ain't they?”
🎵 “It makes me smile to know when things get hard, you'll be far from here,“
🎵 “This is good land, or at least it was,” 🎵 “We ain't angry at you, love; you're the greatest thing we've lost,” 🎵 “We ain't angry at you, love. We'll be waitin' for you, love,” 🎵 “You told me you would make a difference,”
🎵 “And while I clean shit up in the yard, you'll be far, far from here,”
🎵 “And we'll all be here forever. Sure will,”
🎵 “Well, I got drunk and shut you down,”
🎵 “The birds will still sing, your folks will still fight, the boards will still creak, the leaves will still die,”
🎵 “It won't be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town,”
🎵 “We're overdue for a revival we spent so long just gettin' by,”
🎵 “It takes a strong hand and a sound mind,”
🎵 “But it's all we've had,”
🎵 “That's the thing about survival,”
🎵 “Who the hell- who the hell likes livin' just to die?”
🎵 "This is normal conversation, babe, it's all fine,”
🎵 “And I even gave up drivin' after nightfall; I got tired of the frat boys with their brights on,”
🎵 “They're correctin' all the grammar on a spray paint,”
🎵 “So, pack up your car, put a hand on your heart, say whatever you feel, be wherever you are,”
🎵 “If you wanna go far, then you gotta go far,”
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starryeyedjanai · 8 months
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Last Sentence Tag Game
RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
i was tagged by @kkpwnall @scarcrossdlvrs @vecnuthy @stobinesque @momotonescreaming @lady-lostmind @steddieas-shegoes @riality-check @nburkhardt @spooky-stevie MWAH i am kissing you all on the mouth
"What’s the opposite of homesick? Like feeling so sick of being in the same place maybe.”
no pressure tags: @sidekick-hero @yournowheregirl @novemberthorne @theheadlessphilosopher @corrodedbisexual @ghostevie @xenon-demon @delta-piscium @hellsfireclub @figthefruitfaeth @judasofsuburbia
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magentagalaxies · 2 months
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today i found out noah kahan was born in 1997 and i'm still reeling from it like what the hell. how is he so young he sings like he saw the challenger explosion in fifth grade. tho also that's nowhere near as funny as the line i found this out from, when he was introducing a song on a concert recording i was watching and he said "i know it looks like i invented the mortgage and have been through two bitter divorces but actually i'm only 26"
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mintmentos · 6 months
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Thanks @dauen for tagging me <3
Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist & post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people
This is war, Marianas Trench
Are you alone?, Majical Cloudz
Woodland, The Paper Kites
get him back!, Olivia Rodrigo
Lucky for you, Noah Kahan and Gia Margaret
Glory, Bastille
Opaline, Novo Amor
i am not who i was, Chance Peña
Apocalypse, Cigarettes After Sex
king of the nosebleeds, gabriel black
Tagging @saecookie @readingaway @petitepancakes @starsandsteelandbrokenglass and anyone else who fancies it because i don’t know 10 people!
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wisteriavines · 1 year
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Midoriya Izuku
False Confidence (Noah Kahan)
Look at you all dressed up for someone you’ll never see, Izuku whispers bitterly as he stares down at his younger self who’s nervously playing with the hem of his shirt, sneaking glances at the phone every second or so- waiting for it to ring, waiting for the promised phone call from his father. The promised phone call that never comes and never will.
And I wonder why I tear myself down to be built back up again, he mumbles in thought as he watches his younger self stand before the apartment door- shakily steeling himself and smiling, hands clenching around a notebook and desperate determination shining in his eyes.
Don’t take yourself so seriously, he demands fruitlessly, angrily watching his young self declare his dream to the mirror at night.
All that’s left of myself, holes of my self confidence, he confesses, the words choked and painfully torn from his throat as he kneels besides himself crying silently in the closet, hidden underneath the darkness’ cloak.
You’re here for a reason but you don’t know why, the voice - his voice, his younger self’s voice - muses neutrally in the face of his older self’s breakdown.
You’re split and uneven, you’re hands to the sky, he continues, crouching to peer at his older self hunched on himself on the ground.
Why won’t you take me seriously?, his older self demands desperately, head tilting to look at his own youthful face - still so full of innocence. He doesn’t question how his younger self can see him, not after being a silent and ghostly observer for so long.
Look at me all fucked up over someone I’ll never meet, he cries.
Don’t let those demons in again, his smaller counterpart chides softly.
I fill the void with polished doubt, fake sentiment, he hisses, straightening to loom over the child, glaring in hate and disgust.
Surrender yourself, the child smiles, not at all fazed at the threatening aura his future self is excluding.
And now I lay myself down, he slumps in face of his own self’s fearless and accepting smile.
And hope I wake up young again, he mumbles, vision blurring and memories returning in time to hear the sirens. His head tilts to the side, and as paramedics rush to his side, he watches his past self stand from his crouch and smile peacefully at him, fading between the people rushing about.
Hope I wake up young again, the words tumble past blood stained lips that twitch into a smile, a chuckle bubbling in his chest but never escaping as his body stills and his last breath leaves him.
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writing-with-music · 3 months
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Spend the rest of my life with what could have been, and I will die in the house that I grew up in
Noah Kahan // Homesick
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earthtooz · 4 months
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x : CALL ME BACK : *+゚
in which: ratio has been waiting for your call since you left.
warnings: FLUFF i promise, 1.6k wc, gn!reader, ratio being horribly in love and pining so badly, reader works as a space researcher, reader is a sunshine so this is basically sunshine x grump/asshole, written during his first release/ v1.6.
a/n: the way i wrote the synopsis made it sound like it was sad. maybe i'll write an angst version of the same prompt. anyways i listened to 'she calls me back' by noah kahan on loop when writing this, enjoy!
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Dr. Ratio is not happy with you.
It has been three weeks and three days since he last received any sort of notification from you, any sort of indication that you were healthy and alive whilst traversing the universe. Typically, you would send daily updates of how your exploration was progressing, or new intergalactic discoveries of yours, regardless of whether or not he cared. 
(He cares. He cares more than his indifferent texts lead on. There’s a reason he always responds, after all, and it’s not just because you’ve been friends for almost two decades now.
To him, your constant messages and calls told him that you were thinking of him, and the more space he occupies in your mind, the happier he is; that is a theory he discovered years ago.
He happily listens to all of your rambles. He'll listen whilst in the middle of grading various papers or writing one of his own, he'll listen whilst eating, he'll listen to you as long as you reach out.
So where are the messages he was waiting for?)
Today is the arranged day for you to return from your new mission. Ratio has been counting down the days since he first marked it on his large desk calender, your return being the first event on his list. 
He is undeniably excited to see you, yet he feels petty enough to not make the trip down and welcome you by the docks, even if your ship’s landing zone is just outside the University.
It’s irrational of him to hold your inactivity against you. Perhaps you just encountered an inconvenience and lost your phone, or wherever you are does not have good reception to send a text halfway across the galaxy. He understands that your safety comes first on these missions, but he can’t help but feel neglected, and he curses the fragility of his ego for making him this way. 
The clock strikes another hour. From his office, Ratio cannot see the ships and come and go, but his ‘scholarly instincts’ are telling him that you are on your way. 
Not even ten minutes later, a figure comes barrelling into his office.
“There he is!” You exclaim exuberantly. It seems that the length of the mission did not erode your enthusiasm, and he’s grateful that it is as contagious as he remembers. “And here I was wondering where you were, did you dig your nose too deep in those encyclopaedias you love to memorise?”
You’re still in your research gear, hips and legs buckled to the brim with various equipment that are necessary to your work, and his heart beats guiltily at the sight. 
You came to see him as soon as you landed. He was your first destination after a tiring three and a half weeks away from home, not the comfort of your home or bed or shower; him. 
“Ha. Ha.” The purple-haired laughs dryly, getting up from his chair and rounding his desk. “Good to see you still alive.”
“What’s with the lack of energy? Didn’t you miss me, Veritas?” 
He did. More than you could ever imagine. “Of course I did.” 
Opening his arms for a hug, you all but run into his embrace, throwing your arms and anchoring yourself to the sturdiness of his torso. After not seeing you for so long, your familiar frame and warmth provides nothing but comfort. 
“Welcome home,” Ratio murmurs into your hairline. 
Your arms squeeze him tighter. “Good to be back.” 
After a few beats of silence, you step away from him and he reluctantly detaches himself from you. 
“I got you something,” you say whilst setting down your bag. Pulling out a suitcase, the purple-haired looks at you inquisitively. “It’s a chess board! I got you a new one to add to your collection!”
Ratio doesn’t bother correcting you that his ‘collection’ only has seven boards at most, but that does not negate his gratitude. 
Even whilst away, you thought of him, and that is a great victory.
“Thank you. We can play together, sometime,” he proposes.
“Oh, please. I could never beat you.”
“Giving up before you even start? That does not sound like the Y/n I know.”
“It’s not ‘giving up’, it’s picking my battles wisely. I could never best you in a game of chess, or any competition of intellect,” you laugh as if the idea itself was ridiculous.
“You shouldn’t discredit yourself based on your own assumptions. I think you make a very capable opponent.”
“I know your tricks, Veritas. Buttering me up just so you can chip at my armour and knock me down when I’m weak, have you no shame?” Your voice is light, with an air of joviality to it, and the purple-haired is enchanted. 
It seems that you don’t know him as well as you think. He finds no shame in hogging as much of your time as possible, even if it is through a game of chess that he will beat you at. He also hopes that you don’t know him well enough to hear the subtle desperation in his voice when he enquires if you’ll be leaving for another mission soon.
“I don’t believe so,” you tell him nonchalantly. “I’ll be stationed here for about two months. They’re expecting a detailed, twenty-page length report from me, so I guess I’ll be locked in my study until that’s complete.”
Ratio clicks his tongue. “Pity.”
(It’s not a pity. He gets to spend two months with you in compensation for the month that he was robbed of.)
“Not to sound self-absorbed, but why weren’t you there are the dock to pick me up?” You ask. 
“Were you disappointed?”
“A little. You’re always the first face I see whenever I come home. It was jarring to not see you amongst the crowd.”
Jealousy slashes at his chest, and he turns away from you to hide his sour expression. “I apologise, I must have lost track of the days.”
“You’re Doctor Veritas Ratio. According to your crazy schedules, there are 72 hours instead of 24 in a standard day, you never lose track.” 
Truth is a fascinating thing. By nature, it is black and white, but it’s perception is what traps fools. Humans have strived to discover an uncontested truth for as long as they have existed, but as long as opinions exist, it will constantly be revised and put together again, ambiguity heavy in the air that surrounds it. 
You, however, are even more fascinating with the way you can deconstruct him so easily.
“If you must know, I was… upset with you because you were not messaging me.”
The silence that follows is deafening.
Your laughter is even more so.
Hubris can really kill a man. Ratio does not need to consult the texts of ancient philosophers to confirm that. 
“Really?” You choke out in between cackles. “I didn’t think such menial things mattered to you!”
“Normally, they don’t.”
“So, I’m a special case then?”
“I shouldn’t need to spell it out for you.”
“Veritas!” You coo, placing your hands on either sides of his face. “I am so flattered!” 
Dr. Ratio is a renowned scholar with eight doctorate degrees. The mere mention of his name will inspire hundreds, if not, thousands, of people who have the faintest lust for academia, spreading marvel and fear amongst students and professors alike. His achievements will be engraved and celebrated by the university for centuries to come, and his classes are so notoriously hard that the passing rate is 3%. 
And yet, here he is, reduced to putty in your hands.
Perhaps that is who he is at his core. Rid from him the alabaster head, the codex, and pride, you’ll be left with a man who is ardently in love with his best friend.
“Stop it, this is ridiculous!” He mutters, hoping to salvage his image at least a little.
You listen to his demands, separating from him with a hearty laugh. “So you really do like me, that’s nice to know.”
(It is far beyond ‘like’ now. Can you come back and hold his face again?)
“I like you when you’re quiet.”
“Clearly not if you loathed my virtual silence! Which, by the way, was caused because the planet I was on had horrible reception. I really need to switch cell providers, mine doesn’t even reach to half way across the galaxy, apparently.”
“Well. I am glad you survived the three weeks without reception, it must have been a formidable challenge for you.”
“Were you worried for me?”
Of course he was. Whilst you freely roam the expansiveness of the universe, the only thing that anchors him to you across the span of light years is a message. “You should stop asking questions you know the answer to.”
“Boo, you’re no fun.” You lean down to grab the bags that lay at your feet, swinging them over one shoulder. Do you have to leave so soon? “Well, I better get going. I’m aching for a shower and a nap. Now that I have proper data and Wifi, rest assured that I will be texting you soon.”
“Cannot wait.” 
“Goodbye, Veritas! I shall see you soon!” 
‘Soon’ is a relative time frame. He can only hope that you won’t keep him waiting again.
The door clicks shut behind you, and not even five seconds later, his phone buzzes with a call.
“Sorry!” Your voice greets from the other end of the line. “Was just testing if my reception actually worked.”
“There is a reason your day job is a Space Researcher and not a comedian.”
“Can’t you at least laugh? Let’s grab dinner tomorrow at half past six, make yourself free, Veritas!” 
You hang up before he can even get a word in, and he’s left to stare at the blank screen of his phone with an idiotic smile.
Everything’s alright when you call him back.
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Love, On Its Way Out.
Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone | Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda | Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce, I.B. Vyache | Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken | Stick Season, Noah Kahan | I never went to that movie at 12:45, Dolly Lemk | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Quote by Kate McGahan | Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell | Bluets, Maggie Nelson
(This isn't prompted by my real life so much as it is my love for that first song and also. blorbos.)
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persephonememes · 8 months
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* (  STICK SEASON (WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER) BY NOAH KAHAN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS
" how you been? "
" what does it mean? "
" i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face "
" i miss the way you laugh "
" but you know how it gets out here "
" you got all my love "
" if you need me dear, i'm the same as i was "
" it's all okay, there ain't a drop of bad blood "
" i just hope that your scars heal "
" i was scared to death "
" i'll never let you go "
" i don't get much sleep most nights "
" i'm seeing you in every dream "
" i'll love you when the oceans dry "
" i'll love you when the rivers freeze "
" don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden "
" i'm in the process of clearing out cobwebs "
" someday i'm gonna be somebody people want "
" it's been a long year "
" would we survive in a horror movie? "
" i wanna love you 'till we're food for the worms to eat "
" i know every route in this county "
" i'll tell you where not to speed "
" honey, come over "
" no one will tempt you, we know you got sober "
" it's yours if you want it "
" i've been ready for you to come home "
" i didn't think to ask you where you'd gone "
" why'd you go? "
" i haven't drank in six months on the dot "
" don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on? "
" the last time i drank i was face down passed out there on your lawn "
" are we all just pulling you down? "
" remember telling me that you thought you were cursed? "
" love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder "
" those things I miss but know are never coming back "
" if i was empty space and you were formless shape we'd fit "
" i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them "
" i know there are worse ways to stay alive "
" why is pain so damn impatient? "
" the last that i heard you were down in new orleans "
" i worry for you. you worry for me. "
" it's fine if we know we won't change "
" i'm leaving this town "
" i know that you're fearing the end "
" i only tell truth when I'm sure that I'm lying "
" how have you been and are you bored yet? "
" time moves so damn slow "
" i stopped caring about a month ago since then it's been smooth sailing "
" i would leave if only i could find a reason "
" i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them "
" i don't want to say goodbye "
" i'm still here with you "
" for a minute the world seems so simple "
" who was i to watch you wilt? "
" i promise to be there this time "
" i'm naming the stars in the sky after you "
" i'm remembering i promised to forget you now "
" it's all the same, anyways "
" i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown "
" i gave your name as my emergency phone call "
" i'd die for you "
" why do you do this to yourself? "
" this place had a heartbeat in its day "
" it just ain't that simple, it never was "
" we'll drink to new year's "
" i'm not ready to let go yet "
" now the weight of the world ain't so bad "
" i saw the end, it looks just like the middle "
" who am I to complain? "
" now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different. "
" don't you cancel any plans "
" all lights turned off can be turned on "
" i'll drive all night "
" don't be discouraged "
" i've been exactly where you are "
" if you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it "
" won't you stay with me? "
" i even gave up driving after nightfall "
" i'm ain't angry at you, love "
" i'll be waiting for you "
" we spent so long just getting by "
" i'm not a city girl "
" it still has a lot of meaning to me because i grew up there "
" it's a small community of people that really look out for each other "
" last time i was in the back of a cop car, i fell in love "
" it's all the same anyway "
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minimavampiress · 10 months
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★ -- 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐩𝐭 𝟒
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊
❝ I'm remembering I promised to forget you now . . . ❞ ❝ Am I half the man I used to be ? I doubt it . . . ❞ ❝ I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown. ❞ ❝ I gave your name as my emergency phone call. ❞ ❝ Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. ❞ ❝ I dial drunk ; I'll die a drunk. ❞ ❝ I'm untethering from the parts of me you'd recognize. ❞ ❝ I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell. ❞
𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄
❝ This place had a heartbeat in its day. ❞ ❝ The boys are drunk , the sun is high. ❞ ❝ It just ain't that simple ; it never was. ❞ ❝ One day I'm gonna cut it clear . . . ride like Paul Revere. ❞ ❝ When they ask me who I am , I'll say I'm not from around here. ❞ ❝ I'll just pretend I didn't hear. ❞ ❝ I'll forget until it ends that I'm not ready to let go yet. ❞ ❝ If I could leave I would have already left. ❞
𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒
❝ I get mad at nothing. ❞ ❝ I pull no punches , then feel bad for months. ❞ ❝ Hope the skin heals where the pain enters. ❞ ❝ Now , the weight of the world ain't so bad. ❞ ❝ I saw the end ; it looks just like the middle. ❞ ❝ I got a paper and pen and a page with no space. ❞ ❝ I can finally eat , and I can fall asleep . . . it's fine. ❞
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐌
❝ Oh , you're spiraling again. ❞ ❝ Don't you cancel any plans. I won't let you get the chance to never make them. ❞ ❝ Don't let this darkness fool you ; all lights turned off can be turned on. ❞ ❝ I'll call your mom. ❞ ❝ Oh , dear , don't be discouraged. ❞ ❝ I've been exactly where you are. ❞ ❝ Medicate , meditate . . . save your soul for Jesus. ❞ ❝ Throw a punch , fall in love. Give yourself a reason. ❞
𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑
❝ This is normal conversation , babe ; it's all fine. ❞ ❝ This is good land . . . or at least , it was. ❞ ❝ It takes a strong hand and a sound mind. ❞ ❝ I even gave up driving after nightfall. ❞ ❝ It makes me smile to know when things get hard , you'll be far from here. ❞ ❝ Pack up your car , put a hand to your heart. ❞ ❝ Say whatever you feel ; be wherever you are. ❞ ❝ We ain't angry at you , love. ❞ ❝ You're the greatest thing we've lost. ❞ ❝ We'll be waiting for you , love. ❞ ❝ We'll all be here forever. ❞ ❝ Who the hell likes livin' just to die ? ❞ ❝ You told me you would make a difference. ❞ ❝ It won't be of your own volition if you step foot outside this town. ❞
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you're gonna go far, love — spencer reid.
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“I’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.” —Noah Kahan (Orange Juice)
Summary: After Spencer relapses, he takes the first flight out of Virginia with no plan other than to get a fresh start. Or, my take on where he was for Evolution. Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gn!Reader (not the focus, but it's there) Category: Hurt/Comfort WC: 2k Content Warnings: Discussions of relapse, Mentions of alcohol, Slight spoiler for the ending of Evolution S1 (despite the fact I still haven't finished it myself) Notes: This is for the New Beginnings challenge hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins and based on a prompt from @foxy-eva , so thank you so much to you lovely people. This fic comes 2 years after my last CM fic, and a few months since I've written anything at all, so thank you for the inspiration 💜
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Spencer booked the first flight out of Virginia five days after it happened. 
The person at the counter may have said the destination, but it floated straight past his ears and was carried far away. Within hours, everything he’d spent the past two decades building was left thirty thousand feet below him. 
Emily would be hurt. Everyone would be, as each of them heard the news as they one-by-one came into the office tomorrow. But it would be Emily, who was the first to notice the cracks in his once carefully crafted facade all those years ago, who would feel the most betrayed by his sudden escape. 
You should’ve at least said goodbye.
It was what Spencer had been most upset by when Emily had faked her death. After everything they’d been through together, after all of the joy they brought into each others’ incredibly stressful lives, all Spencer had needed was the chance to say goodbye and know that she was out there, somewhere, happy. 
Hopefully, she’d understand why he had to leave now, though. 
Everyone in the BAU had figured out by now that the Spencer Reid who walked out of prison was not the same as the one who’d first stepped into it. Some piece of him—and even now, he wasn’t sure how large that piece was—had been laid bare and morphed beyond even his own recognition. The loss of that part of him ached in the way that losing a loved one did, that sharp stabbing sort of ache that would appear so suddenly that he didn’t know how to handle it. 
There was no way to explain it to the rest of the team, though, no matter how supportive they tried to be. The fact was that none of them had ever nor would ever go through what he exactly had, and for not the first time in his life, Spencer began to feel like a rip current was sweeping him away from the steadiness of shore. 
It wasn’t until he was far enough away from shore that he couldn’t see the relief of the sands that his mind recalled that he’d been prescribed painkillers several months prior. 
It wasn’t the same as what Tobias Hankel had given him so many years ago, nor was it the alternatives he’d managed to find in the months after, but it was devastatingly similar enough that he’d tried to convince the emergency room doctor not to order it in the first place. ‘Pick it up anyway, just in case. No one can recover from a gunshot wound without pain relief.’ 
He’d almost flushed the amber bottle’s contents the day he’d gotten them, but the bone-deep feeling that had eased with time but never truly gone away kept him from fully eliminating that option from his life. Why should one thing that had happened to him years ago deny him proper pain relief now, should he need it? So they’d sat untouched, locked away in his gun safe for months. 
Until five days ago.
After well over a decade in recovery, Spencer knew this was always a possibility. He’d seen friends go through the same thing and had been there to support them in whatever ways he could because no matter how many times it happened the initial feelings of shock, shame, and overbearing grief could be just as overwhelming as the first. 
A day after, when he’d woken up and realized just what had occurred, Spencer had walked himself to the nearest NA meeting. Like he was on auto-pilot, he moved through every piece of advice he had gathered through the years—the stories of success and the stories of forced learning serving as guides to him. It wasn’t the first time Spencer had relapsed (a word that still struck fear in him to even think about), nor would it likely be the last time he was forced to confront this part of his past. 
Still, this was the first time Spencer walked out of the building, packed a bag, and made a silent escape from the city he called home. There was something different about this time, though he had no idea where to even begin considering the specifics of why.
He ended up in Cincinnati, Ohio.
In all the years he’d been with the BAU, they’d never once been called there. It was like every other city Spencer had been in in many ways—the buildings towering above him as he walked, the river that bordered the city mirroring the home he’d just left, even down to the FBI headquarters that was quiet now in the middle of the night. Still, he couldn’t help but feel as though it were completely separate from everything he’d known before, because the melancholy Spencer had been sitting in for the last five days had suddenly turned comforting amongst the atmosphere of the city.
He ended up in a bar, of all places. It was the kind that only served nonalcoholic drinks, the kind of place where people like him could sit without feeling outside of the norm. Music was playing softly in the background, and though it was busy there was only a gentle rumble of conversation in the room.
“You’re staring at that glass like it’ll kill you. It’s safe, Scout’s honor.” The teasing voice surprised Spencer out of the careful contemplation he’d fallen into. It came from the bartender, who was busying themselves with wiping down a few glasses, stood just on the other side of the bar in front of him.
“You know, that only works if you were actually a scout,” Spencer returned, though raised the glass to his lips after. It was sweet—a little too sweet by his standards, though it was a comfort now after the week he’d had.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” the bartender said back. They looked comfortable here, like this sober bar were an extension of their own home. At one time, the BAU office had been the same for him. “You look like you could use a friendly face, and that just happens to be my favorite part of the job.”
“Part of the job…?”
“Oh you know, bartenders are the therapists for the lonely, or something like that.” They were comfortable, and more open to an effective stranger than Spencer ever thought possible. It was refreshing in a way, to be able to talk with them without having to worry about what case information he could get out of them. It wasn’t often, anymore, that he could relax and talk to someone just to talk to them. “What brings you to the Queen City?”
“I moved here,” Spencer answered automatically, looking down sheepishly at his glass before adding, “today, actually.”
“Oh, congrats then. New job?”
“More like a new start.”
It was quiet for only a moment before the bartender asked in a softer voice, “How long had it been?”
Spencer almost asked them what they meant, until he met their gaze. They had their full attention on him now, glasses left abandoned on the inner part of the bar. They’d been kind from the start, but the look they gave him now was the sort of pure understanding that made Spencer realize all at once what they were referring to.
“How did you know?”
The bartender sighed, though there was no sadness to it at all. They pulled something from their pocket, sliding it gently across the bar so Spencer could see. A metallic chip was place between them, silver on the outside and filled in with a green-blue color and a “V” engraved in the middle of it. It was different from the ones he’d used, but he recognized the meaning of it all the same. 
“I opened this place because the day I relapsed, five years ago now, I’d had nowhere to go after. There wasn’t anywhere people like us could go and relax without having to answer the tough questions, like why I drank orange juice instead of ‘what all the other adults were drinking’. It seemed silly at the time, but I think I was just looking for somewhere I could feel normal.”
“My family were the ones who helped me get sober, and sometimes they still forget and will ask me why I’m not drinking.” Spencer returned the sentiment with a light laugh. He loved everyone in the BAU, and even though it had only been a few days he already missed them terribly, but it was nice to have someone there who understood what he was feeling, what he was going through now.
“Exactly!” The bartender said, following Spencer’s lead and letting out a laugh of their own. “Though I can’t say I ever moved to a new city because of it.”
“It was the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done,” Spencer admitted. “I…really needed a fresh start. I needed somewhere noone knew who I was, somewhere I could get a completely different job and…I don’t know, figure out who I am.”
The bartender nodded. “Sounds about right. This family you left behind, are you gonna go back to them?”
“Eventually. We’ve worked together for so many years. I spent more time with them than I’ve actually ever spent alone, and I think I just need…”
“Something new,” the bartender finished, “I’m starting to catch on. What d’you think you’ll do?”
“I’ve always loved teaching. Maybe that?”
“You know, I have some friends who work at UC. Depending on what you wanted to teach, I could see if they could get you an interview.”
“Just like that?” Spencer asked, wondering only briefly if there was going to be a catch somewhere down the line.
The bartender shrugged. “Why not? I never up and moved cities, but I’m no stranger to new beginnings.”
“I wouldn’t recommend moving cities without thinking it through,” Spencer laughed then. “I have no plan for what comes next.”
“Do you have somewhere to stay, at least?”
Spencer only winced, which he was sure was answer enough for them. He was expecting some kind of sympathetic response, but he never expected the bartender to shrug again and say, “Well, how about I be a little impulsive too. I’ve been looking for a new roommate, why don’t you stay tonight and see how it goes?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, sure. You seem decent enough not to be some secret axe-murderer or something.”
Oh, the irony. 
Spencer didn’t really know this person except for the limited conversation they’d had so far. It would’ve been safer, and probably smarter, for him to just find a hotel room for the night and come up with a plan later. But something was telling him that he should agree, that there was something more to this person that he wanted to get to know. 
So not for the first time that day, Spencer trusted his gut and nodded. “Okay, let’s try it.”
It wasn’t a fix for everything. The changes would come slowly, so slowly that sometimes Spencer himself wouldn’t even notice them happening. It would take time to get to a place where Spencer felt okay again, and a large help in that ended up being his new roommate who seemed to just get him in more ways than one. As time went by, Cincinnati truly began to feel like home. 
And two years after he’d left, when Spencer turned on the news and saw the BAU standing before a large crowd as they announced they’d finally caught the serial killer behind the shipping container murders, he finally felt the string tugging him back in the direction of Quantico.
His home was there in Cincinnati, with the person who’d become a friend and even more in the last two years and the professor job that he came to love, but Spencer knew—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that it was time to see his family again, too. 
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balletfilmss · 1 month
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COWBOY LIKE ME
✸ pairing: jason grace x cowgirl!reader smau
✸ notes: this is a random ass prompt but i like it hehe 🤭 this was originally gonna be a leo one but then i found the first pic…cowboy wannabe jason it is
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…now playing: our song—taylor swift
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yn.ln: cuntry 🎀
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ssmchsizzleee: JASON, SHE’S SOUTHERN AND GREEK, RUN FOR THE HILLS BROTHA 🗣️🗣️
╰┈➤ j.grace: too late 🤷‍♀️
╰┈➤ yn.ln: said the mf from TEXAS 😒
sunshinesolace: YEEHAW MOTHERFUCKERS ‼️🦅
╰┈➤ yn.ln: YEEHAW
j.grace: i think i pull of the princess cowgirl hat pretty well, if i do say so myself
╰┈➤ yn.ln: yes baby, you’re very pretty
╰┈➤ j.grace: 🤭
abchase: A WIN FOR US SOUTHERN GIRLIES 🤞🤍COWGIRL PARTIES 4EVER
╰┈➤ yn.ln: 4EVER AND EVER BETH
annabethsbf: i never wanna see a pair of boots ever again oh my fuck
╰┈➤ yn.ln: life was so much better five seconds ago before you commented this
honey.hazell: SAVE A WHO AND RIDE A WHAT
╰┈➤ annabethsbf: HAZEL NO HIDE YOUR EYES
╰┈➤ honey.hazell: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel…sweetie no 😭
piedpiper: still can’t believe you pulled off a rodeo themed party
╰┈➤ yn.ln: you know i love me a good theme 😋
j.grace: SOUTHERN WOMEN ARE THE HOTTEST‼️
╰┈➤ annabethsbf: AMEN TO THAT BROTHER 🗣️
…now playing: stick season—noah kahan
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j.grace: if the boot fits then wear it, or something like that
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annabethsbf: i cannot believe my eyeballs. she turned our roman yeehawy
╰┈➤ j.grace: yippee ki yay or whatever 🤠
piedpiper: do not country-afi noah kahan jason.
╰┈➤ j.grace: why must you have a problem with every little thing 😒
╰┈➤ piedpiper: i am no man’s peace.
yn.ln: MY CUTIE COWBOY ‼️🤍
╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU COWGIRL 🫶
╰┈➤ yn.ln: I LOVE YOU TOO 🤭
╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: GET A ROOM 🗣️🗣️
ssmcshizzle: don’t think i forgot the time i put MY cowboy hat on your head and you swatted it away like a fly 😒
╰┈➤ j.grace: well she kissed me after she put it there so i wasn’t gonna say NO
╰┈➤ ssmcshizzle: I COUPDVE DONE THAT IF I THOUGHT IT WOJLD WORK
╰┈➤ yn.ln: LEO GET AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND
abchase: the boot definitely didn’t fit but it’s okay bc you tried 😇
╰┈➤ j.grace: annie you’re supposed to be supportive of the country escapades 😔
ghostboy.nico: gods, they’re multiplying
╰┈➤ yn.ln: you love us southerners, we know ☺️
╰┈➤ ghostboy.nico: unfortunately
╰┈➤ sunshinesolace: thanks babe 🤩
j.grace uploaded a story!
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@ annabethsbf replied:
SHE HAS YOU SAYING YALL NOW???
shhh, quiet city boy
said the kid raised by wolves
i will bite you.
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@ ssmcshizzle replied:
yo is that my hat?
probably, considering i’m wearing hers
WELL CAN I HAVE IT BACK??
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@ yn.ln replied:
omg jay you’re tarnishing my mysterious cool girl reputation
you’re as mysterious as a glass window
that’s not true
i’m hot n sexy n mysterious
2 truths 1 lie
you suck
love you too honey 😚
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