#ly!!!

im on holiday rn, and what better way to spend my time than with a drink at the pool, writing migraine tommy. enjoy nonnie <3

Tommy is about to change out of his flight suit when he feels the tightness in his jaw, and he curses his entire bloodline (his family is full of irredeemable assholes, so he doesn't feel too bad) as he lets his head thump onto the cold metal of his locker door.

He's been looking forward to this evening—Evan had offered to make dinner for them, and Tommy was ready for a night in with good company, good dinner, and good sex. The thought had kept him sane through his 48h shift.

So, a migraine isn't on his agenda today. He simply doesn't want to deal with it. This thing between Evan and him… It’s supposed to be fun. Tommy isn't supposed to bring this kind of baggage into the relationship, for Evan’s sake as well as his own. It’s generally not something other people love to deal with. He isn't something other people like to deal with, when he’s like this: clingy, sensitive, teary, too much. Normally, he has himself under control, he can be lowkey; but once a migraine hits, he becomes this high-maintenance monster that’s hard to deal with.

All in all, Tommy really doesn't need this right now.

He opens his locker and goes through it almost frantically, looking for his meds. He’s been keeping some in his work locker for years now—usually, if he gets to be man behind after taking them, he can get through his shift just fine. Sure, he feels like he's been run over by a bus every time after, but it’s not the end of the world. At least he can get by alright, without being a burden on anybody else. The day off after a shift like this is usually spent in bed, but it’s fine, really.

He’s gotten used to it by now.

He finds the container of his meds after far too long (how come they always seem to hide away when he most needs them?) but his relief is short-lived, because as he screws it open, he looks directly at the bottom. There is nothing left. He shakes it once for good measure. Nothing happens.

“God fucking damnit,” he mutters into his locker, and of course that’s when the door opens behind him.

😭😭😭

No bc I MISS MY OLD ACCOUNT SM

Hobie finds you contacting a hotline for help, after all that gets done. He communicates to you and tries cheering you up. Telling you that you can always come to him and he does his best to make you happier and help you mentally.

(Yes if you ask im okay, this thought of hobie comforting you after finding you at one of your weakest parts makes me happy)

And I'll give you another hint

I met the voice actor who played the mc of the show

HOW IS THAT A HINT 😭😭

Uuhhhhhhhh

Fuck

*bonus points if Kit helps him bc he also found some of Alastair's old journals with good ideas and also maybe bc I'm obsessed with Alastair/Kit parallels-

THISIIIIISISI THIS THIS THIS

the time period would NEVER allow for what consul alastair would want but i know damn well hed have the battle plans laid out i can see thomas writing things down as alastair talks at the speed of light so clearly in my head. HEAR ME OUT theyre stored somewhere safe in the London Institute and one day kit is there for A Reason and he finds all these documents and theyre all signed a. carstairs so immediately kit is FASCINATED bc family but then he starts reading through them and theyre SO AHEAD OF THEIR TIME so he runs back home for an explanation. thats when tessa and jem explain who alastair is and what he did and what he wanted to do and kit feels so much solace knowing there was another carstairs a century ago who had a shitty dad and was raised with mundanes and was in love with a boy and wanted everyone to heal. THEYRESO :,)

" i'm fine. not dead. " the words can barely leave his mouth. they bounce against the brick wall, grey tiles, sweaty shirt and jeans. he's standing too close to danny, but he can't move, can't look him in the eyes. it'd be a good moment to apologise now, or be grateful for coming to see if he's okay, but he can't. sometimes it overwhelms him how much he owes danny, how much he owes his family. it makes him want to prove that he's getting better each day.

it's an unfair and unhelpful thought, to both himself and to danny. as if he wouldn't do the same for him, as if he hadn't also looked out for him too. (stop keeping tally in a friendship)

" i don't think i heard you knock. " oh, he heard. liar. knocking and ringing like thunder it was, making him hide under the covers, crawl under the dusty bed. somewhere ben knew that this was the consequence of being unreachable, of not answering calls or texts, pretending to not be home for just too many times for it to be believable. it was a shame his streak of hiding away had ended just before he had to go back to work anyways. " i've been –– yeah, i've been out a lot actually. really … busy. " a blatant lie, bordering on a fantastical and comical story. ben might've laughed, might've almost laughed.