#bcginx

       admittedly, before she’d come to the us, tori hadn’t boiled a pot of water let alone cooked an entire meal or even gone shopping. everything had been done for her and she missed it. sighing, forcing herself not to think about what she could no longer have, the brunette was violently pulled back to the moment in front of her when her carriage collided with another.        ‘     shit, i’m so so- oh. it’s you.      ’      her mouth moved faster than her brain could keep up, but on muscle memory, she felt like she knew him. those eyes were hard to forget and she was sure that she’d seen him all week: in the hardware store, at the park, down the street from her new house as she moved in. something about him felt old, though, like she knew him from a past life and couldn’t quite figure out why.       ‘     do you always uhm... get your groceries this late or are you just following me?     ’       the heavy lilt of her accent made her words lazily mesh together, head cocking to the side as she wondered what his answer would be. her paranoia was truly beginning to eat away at her sanity. // @bcginx​

      she grabs ahold of their hand , bambi eyes focused on theirs while she's pulling them towards her bedroom . knows their day has been hard but she was thinking of a way they could both find a release . “ c'mon .. ––– let me fuck the stress out of you . ”

it wasn't supposed to be like this at all : it was supposed to be harmless fun, but harmless fun became something else that she couldn't avoid ( but what else could she do ? ) of course, there were many ideas, but she didn't want to be that person and give her baby away for adoption nor did she want to do the other thing and.. do that. the only plausible idea was to be upfront with it, tell him the truth. chewing on her lower lip as she looks down at that little plus sign on the stick ; it made her sick, but she had to tell him. " i -- i'm pregnant. " a gulp, wondering what he would say : it made her want to already throw up, although, she needed to know his thoughts, his concerns. " i don't know what to do & it was only supposed to be.. harmless fun ! "

The energy from the crowd was insane tonight which made the show fly by for Eric. Before he knew it the crew was telling him it was the final song before the encore. This allowed him to take a quick break to catch his breath, drink some water and see his favorite girl. “Hey you,” he grinned giving her a gentle hug kissing her cheek. If he wasn’t drenched in sweat he would squeeze her tight. He knew he would have to go back out there any second hearing the crowd going crazy for him to do the inevitable encore but he wanted to take a moment just for them. “So any idea about what you wanna do for food after this, I’m starving babe.”

FRANKIE: can't wait to go down on you

“did she have to repair you to get you back to where you started from?“ mia turned to look at the other. “sometimes i wish i could meet her- apologize and delete all the damage i’ve done.“

      ‘     𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏. 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 laughing when i throw you in the water.     ’      seamus had imagined that taking his girlfriend to the beach would go an entirely different way. namely, he didn’t imagine his sister would be blocking his view of a half dressed natalia and begging her to go in the water with her. as much as he loved tally, babysitting was not on his agenda today. finally having someone who wanted to touch him and talk to him was new. he was relishing in being interested in someone and having them as equally interested.      ‘      both of you. i mean it. if you’re not going to help me set up this stupid umbrella, you can go somewhere.      ’ // @bcginx​

      𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 pleated curtains, crept across the chilled wooden floor and made its way up the bed that was a mess of strewn sheets and tangled limbs. the first sign of stirring from seamus was his body shifting. he clung to sleep desperately, not ready to wake up and contemplate whether or not he’d skip class to stay here another day. a low moan pulled from his throat as he accepted his fate of his new state of alert and awake, moving to sit up and grab his phone from the bedside table. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d left this bed let alone this house. 37 text messages, 12 missed calls; his new normal. usually seamus couldn’t stand to make people wait, but he’d been so caught up in this fantasy world that he’d constructed around HER that he hadn’t been interested in anything else. falling back against the pillows at the headboard of the bed, seamus groaned,      ‘     i think i actually have to leave this time. give me a reason not to leave.       ’