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Pancake Therapy | Andrew & Dom

@andrewwalkcr

Was it too early for Dom to be awake? Not really.

Was it too early to be barging into Andrew’s room? That’s.. highly subjective.

It was like 6am and the sun was barely even up. He had made his way into Andrew’s room plenty of times early to get him up when he’s hungover but today, he was really hoping not to find him hungover. Because that would just mean that the whole day planned was already too late. He open the door with the spare key Andrew gave him to see him still up, sitting on the floor, try his best not to sleep. Dom’s heart started to ache at the sight of him, like it’s just been getting worse every day. Obviously telling him to go to sleep or making him go to sleep wasn’t going to help at all; Will already tried that. And today was that day that has been causing all the lack of sleep, and just a year ago he found him sitting at that same spot drinking too much vodka; Abby’s birthday has always seem to be a rough time for him to get through.

Dom threaded through the room towards Andrew quietly, hoping not to wake Rowan up, and he knelt down and placed a hand on Andrew’s shoulder, talking with a soft voice, “Hey, morning.. What do you say we go make pancakes for breakfast?” Well, he was just asking as a courtesy, Dom was planning to drag Andrew there if he refused. Dom knew that he couldn’t make Andrew sleep at all, and he didn’t want to, because nightmares are horrible. But the least he could do was to keep him away from the alcohol, keep him from ending up alone like last year. “Actually, you don’t have a say, we’re gonna make pancakes whether you like it or not.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around him to get him off the floor and maybe wash up. Pancakes was something Andrew always mentioned coupled with his siblings, and Dom was taking a chance but maybe he’d be willing to do it, or maybe he’ll just lash out at Dom to leave him alone in an already drunken stupor. He’ll take that chance, whatever to help him get through today.

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On Abby’s birthday the first year he’d been at Hudson, Andrew had downed so much vodka that he was probably one more sip away from alcohol poisoning, and he hadn’t remembered anything. This year, though - it was different.

It’d started with the nightmares about a week before May. And though he’d expected those, they’d still been awful to deal with. He’d cleaned out the entire stock of energy drink at The Store twice in the past three weeks to try to keep himself awake, to keep the nightmares at bay.

Until he’d actually fallen asleep next to Will and slept for hours without even one dream about Abby, let alone a nightmare. Objectively, that should’ve been good, but somehow, it was worse. After that he’d just given up sleep almost entirely, getting in about two to three hours a night, usually in batches of one hour at a time.

When the door opened, Andrew glanced up, eyes widening and fraction when he saw Dom. He hadn’t realized Dom knew what today was, but why else would he be here at 6AM on a Sunday?

“Hey,” he murmured softly, returning the greeting, leaning into Dom’s touch unconsciously. At the mention of making pancakes, he felt tears burn at the back of his eyes, and he shut them quickly to try to alleviate the pressure building so he wouldn’t cry. That’d always been Abby’s birthday traditions. Chocolate chip birthday pancakes.

Andrew was the worst brother on the planet.

“I don’t think you’re really giving me a choice here, dude.” He offered Dom a small smile, grateful that his friend was trying. “Just let me shower. Five minutes.” He tried to subtly shove the garbage can filled with Red Bull and Monster cans under his desk as he walked into the bathroom, fully aware that Dom would disapprove if he saw them.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

detox // daniel & andrew

[daniel-chakrabarti-deactivated2]

“You really think he took it? Why would he do that?” Daniel asked, not wanting to get his hopes up too high. He hadn’t considered the idea that Roman had been the one to take the jacket. It’d been disgusting by the time they finished, not something Daniel would wear without several washing, so it seemed weird that Roman would make off with it. “Yeah, on both counts.” Daniel sighed, unable to make eye contact with Andrew after admitting that. “He’s one of the nicest guys I know. He’s smart and funny. Sure, he can be a bit of an ass, but he’d never hurt someone on purpose. Then I don’t know…” He trailed off, blushing harder. “Maybe it’s stupid, but I never believed the whole souls finding other souls when reincarnated. When I’m with Roman and how easy everything is between us, I kind of think it’s true.”

At the mention of finishing, Daniel did try to think on the order. “I think he did?” Daniel answered unsurely. He couldn’t quite remember since by then he’d gotten lost in the moment after they had started. Daniel wasn’t even certain how long it had lasted as he had simply enjoyed being there with Roman. He did notice that Andrew was getting flustered, though Daniel didn’t know why since he was the one who had asked. “But you’re sure it’s not? I mean, every show I watched makes it seem like having bad sex ruins a relationship.”

Daniel nodded in agreement, glad for the advice. He was glad that he had told Andrew about it and felt better having confided in him about his worries. “I wish Roman could see that he was,” he said with a snort, remembering the argument he had with him. “It’s not that I think he’s spiteful. I know he’s not. He just gets so lost, and I always worry that one day that he’s going to run from his emotions and not come back.” It was hard to think about, scaring Daniel slightly, but it was a real fear he had about Roman, especially now that he’d taken his cameras down. “But you’re right. If he doesn’t come find me in a few days, then I’ll go find him. We shouldn’t ignore something like this.”

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Andrew couldn’t say for certain if Roman had taken the jacket, but it was the only explantation that made any sort of sense. “I mean, either that or the grass ate it up? Or it, like, ascended or something. Got abducted by aliens. Pretty sure Roman took it, man, but don’t take my word for it?” Stuff didn’t just go missing, and no one had complained about finding a jacket left in whatever state it must’ve been in after Daniel and Roman had sex on it. “Roman’s a cutie,” Andrew agreed, an easy smile on his face. Sure, Roman got sad sometimes, but didn’t everyone? Oxy aside, Roman seemed...

Well, he wasn’t really okay, was he? Andrew’s smile faltered for a moment. After his own encounter with Roman, he’d been too exhausted to really process what had happened, but now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t seem to turn the concern off. He didn’t want to.

“That sounds really sweet, man,” Andrew finally said, smiling again. He didn’t know how much Daniel knew, even with his cameras and how much he liked Roman, and if there was one thing Andrew could do, it was keep a secret. He’d promised not to tell anyone, and that was a promise that he intended to keep. “So you think you guys are soulmates, yeah?” It was cute, how much Daniel seemed to like Roman. Probably more than like, but Andrew wasn’t going to call him out on that or ask.

His smile turned into a grin. “If he finished first you’re good. Means that you did a good job, probably. Don’t worry about the bad sex thing? That’s literally just a sitcom thing.”

Daniel’s words made Andrew pause. Roman running away from his emotions was exactly what he seemed to be doing. Not letting himself cry, saying emotions were weakness, taking Oxy — “I think he’ll be okay,” Andrew said, not sure how much of that was a lie. He made a mental note to try to keep an eye out for Roman a little more. And it sounded like Daniel would be watching out for him too. It’d be okay, right? “Good luck, man,” Andrew said, nudging Daniel’s shoulder, “I think it’ll go okay. Like you said, Roman’s not spiteful.”

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

crust desserts // will & andrew

[codenameeagle-blog]

“No they don’t.” If they worked, Andrew wouldn’t look like he’s been run over by a tractor and left on the side of the road. His protest is a drag of his feet, ike he doesn’t have energy to do anything else, and right then and there Will knows he’s going to be skipping class. It’s alright. The next class he has lined up is a shooting class, and Will’s ahead of the curve. Shooting is the one place he doesn’t need a whole lot of help in, so Will can afford to miss a couple of them.

“It’s okay to sleep Drew. It’s okay to see her.” Will’s voice is a lot softer, like hes dealing with a small child. In a way, he is. Andrew brings but the big brother in Will that he never knew he had. It didn’t exist for his home life, and the guy he was on the field, as a quarterback, was more of a leader figure than anything else. Never a big bother, or anything even close to that. But when Will’s Andrew nearly falls and Will’s arm wraps around his waist to secure it, it feels a lot like that instinct everyone is always going on about. He can’t imagine what Andrew’s feeling about his sister. Really, he can’t. But Will wants to be there for him, so that’s exactly what he does, both literally an emotionally, as they make their way through the dorm building.

“You need need to take a class on lying dude. You’re really bad at it.“ Will taps the elevator button with his fist, knowing the way to Andrew’s room. He’s there more than he is in his own room.

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Seeing her would be fine if he didn’t wake up feeling like shit every single time. They were just dreams, they were nightmares. Of Abby crying over a grave, his grave, and then seeing him right there and getting so angry. Furious. Telling him what an awful brother he is, he was, because he’s not her brother anymore.

He can’t go to sleep.

It’s not something he wants or knows how to explain, so he settles for looking Will in the eye and using his most pleading voice, hoping that maybe Will will realize how much he means it. “Will, please. I can’t. I don’t want to see her, the nightmares are awful. I’d rather be exhausted. I’d rather just never sleep. I’ve got, like. Another fifteen or so cans of energy drinks.” As he says it, he realises how unhealthy it sounds. There’s no way Will’s going to agree to let him stay awake now.

“I don’t like lying,” Andrew mumbles, though that feels like a lie itself. He lied to Abby, his whole family, everyone back at home about Hudson. He lies to Dom about the stash of vodka at the back of his closet. For someone that’s so bad at lying, Andrew seems to do a lot of it.

The elevator doors open, and Andrew sighs, wondering for a moment if he can outrun Will once the doors open again. It’s wishful thinking. Will could be in Andrew’s exhausted state and still run faster than him. “What if,” he tries again, “I promise that I’ll sleep tonight?” For maybe an hour, tops, but Will doesn’t have to know that, right? “Then will you just go for class? And let me go to class. I’ve got physical training right now, we both know I’m already awful at that.”

[oldmandom]

Even turtles need walks | Open

[oldmandom]

Dom burst out laughing, the image of Andrew and his pretty ruined hair was hilarious. Like he had the most uneven fringe in the world. Dom bought that snapback for him as an apology, though his first suggestion was to let Max chew the rest out. “What a great snapback, you’ll never know when you’ll need it again.” Dom stared at Andrew’s face for a solid second, trying to swallow back the laugh that erupted as he imagined his hair being all screwed up again. “Hudson has the tendency to get rid of or totally screw over cute things don’t you think?” Dom shrugged, watching Max continue his climb up to Andrew’s arm, sitting on his forearm for a tiny break as he looked up and greeted Andrew with a wide open mouth.

He squinted his eyes at Andrew before finally submitted to the request, “Fine. You owe me.” Dom could rarely say no to Andrew with requests like this and a smile like that. He honestly gets lost in his smiles sometimes, they can literally light up a room, but he knows that it’s not always smiles 24/7. But for now he’ll just have to dig out a recipe for chicken nuggets. Also, some dinosaur cookie cutter.

“Yeah, I am. Thanks. I just.. needed to clear the head and talk to the old man and lady.” Dom gave him a reassuring smile turning his attention to the crosses in front of them. He really was fine. It’s not like he hasn’t gone through this before, he came here fairly often to let it out, think, pray, just that now Andrew knows. He felt the hand on his moved and felt a tingle by the touch of their fingers laced. And Dom wanted to let go and pull his hand away from the panic, afraid that he’d find out that his heart was starting to race.

But instead, he just squeezed Andrew’s hand and held it tighter, “I know.” They probably aren’t very proud at all. It felt as if Hudson was what they’ve been trying to keep Dom away from all those years and he already failed them by stepping into this place the moment they passed. Dom didn’t dare look towards Andrew, feeling the lump in his throat stuck there annoyingly. He could hold himself together, but he wasn’t certain about that if he looked at Andrew once more. He muttered a prayer softly, just a small prayer for the dead, before he cleared his throat and sat a little straighter. “Um. Hey, Pa, Ma, this is Andrew.” He felt self-conscious talking knowing that someone else was here. He gave up and chuckled, “I’m sorry, that was so strange. I just..” talked a lot about you to them and thought they should get to meet you. Dom simply shook his head to himself, letting it grow quiet as he continued to hold on to his hand, almost unwilling to let it go.

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Andrew rolled his eyes. The snapback had been nice enough, but he would’ve preferred having his hair over that. “I dunno, man, they haven’t screwed you over yet,” Andrew offered Dom a small grin. “And you’re pretty fucking cute, yeah?” His gaze returned to Max a moment later, and it was hard not to hold out his finger to like Max nip at it. Knowing Max, if Andrew did that, he’d never get his finger back. Max would just claim it as his own.

“When do I not owe you, though?” Hudson wouldn’t be Hudson without Dom there with him in their classes and on their movie nights. He was a constant that Andrew had come to expect, and he was hit with a sudden wave of gratitude for Dom.

“Hey, it’s not strange.” Andrew squeezed Dom’s hand. “Thank you. For, uh. Introducing me to them. I bet they were really nice, yeah? To have raised someone as great as you.” Truthfully, it was getting a little overwhelming, realising how much Dom had lost. His parents, when he was kid, then his grandparents. And now here he was, sitting down on the grass in school with little crosses as make-shift graves because he couldn’t visit their real graves.

Did Dom’s parents even have graves?

He could barely imagine going through that much, losing that much and still being able to function, let alone be okay. Andrew stared at Dom for a while, unsure of what to say to him. I’m sorry wouldn’t even begin to cover how he was feeling, so he lean in a little closer, then brushed his thumb over Dom’s hand, refusing to let go. “If you ever wanna talk? About this, about anything? I’m always ready to listen.” It didn’t seem like much, but it seemed like support was the only thing he could offer Dom at this time. So that’s what he was going to do. He’d never have to come down here to visit his grandparents alone if he didn’t want to — Andrew would always go with him.

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[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.

[text]: You want nothing to do with me, I get it.[text]: You’re so fucking dramatic.[text]: I’m mad at you, I’m not disowning you.[text]: You’re my best friend I’m going to forgive you just let me be mad for a while.

[text]: Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?[text]: Lmao I’m fucking sorry I didn’t know when else it would be a good time to bring up your BIOLOGICAL BROTHER who you HATE for no good reason.[text]: How the fuck am I supposed to believe that you give a shit about me if you don’t care about him? I bet he could die and you’d be like, “Yeah, whatever.”[text]: Grow the fuck up, Will.

[text]: Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?[text]: Sorry omfg I didn’t realise I’d get punched in the face????[text]: At least my nose isn’t broken it could’ve been a lot worse.[text]: Dom says thanks for making sure I didn’t die but he’s not happy about the bruises omg[text]: Dude can you ask Gemma if she’ll lend me her concealer????

[text]: I’m only saying it because I love you.[text]: I know, Will.[text]: I’m okay now, you know?[text]: You don’t have to act like I’m going to drop dead every time you talk to me? I know you’re scared and I get that but I’m going to be okay. You said that yourself.[text]: There’s no reason for you to believe me, but I’m not going to try to leave you again. Promise.

[text]: I want you to be happy.[text]: I don’t deserve to, you know that.

[text]: I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.[text]: ((((((((: LOVE YOU TOO WILL[text]: No but seriously. It’s the same for me. I love you, man.

[text]: I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.[text]: I know that. I know you love me. I know people love me. Why don’t you get that??? You all keep reminding me like I don’t already know how selfish that was and how selfish I /am/ for still wanting to [text]: I’m sorry. Thanks, man.[text]: I love you, too.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

rock wall & chill (possible death) // gia & andrew

[giaparker]

”You got knocked out? That’s the kind of thing I’m avidly trying to avoid. I don’t think my coding will get better with a concussion, you know?” She pulls herself up on the next grip, pausing to look down and see nothing but the hard floor of the gym. Andrew’s right they completely forgot to pull up any kind of landing mat. But no harness, no rules, they’ve pretty much thrown all safety out the window at this point. “Maybe next time?” She glances around to see if the mats are tucked away somewhere locked up, but she spots them over in the corner of the room. They probably could have seen those coming in. “I think I’d want to fall on purpose.” The idea probably isn’t one to have while free climbing, but she continues on, “Just to have the cushy landing. So- we should definitely do that next.”

But right now she’s focused on the grips, that are definitely getting farther apart as they go. “You’re right about the grips. I think they’re purposely set just far enough apart that I can’t- reach.” At least not without far more effort than it originally took. “Maybe chalk would have helped with the grips? But this is really rugged, very Bear Grylls.” And she kind of wants to see how much farther she can go without slipping, it’s probably not that much further if she’s being honest.

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“Yeah, for like. An hour? I woke up in the medical wing. Apparently you’re not supposed to slam someone’s head against the floor while boxing, but, like. My sparring partner didn’t know that.” That hadn’t been a fun day, at all. Concussions are a bitch to deal with, and Andrew’s head had throbbed for days. “Well, like. It wouldn’t be real rock climbing if we had a safety net. But I’m totally down for falling on purpose, dude. We definitely have to do that.” That sounds pretty fun, actually. Like jumping onto a huge bed.

“We’re, like. You know. Crossing treacherous terrain. We’re explorers.” Of the rock wall at Hudson, but. The thought is still there. It’s the atmosphere that counts. The mindset. “The chalk would’ve been a good idea, yeah. My palms are starting to get kinda sweaty.” Andrew reaches up and, true enough, he can’t get a proper grip on the next hand hold. He takes a second to wipe his left palm it on his jeans, but he unbalances himself a little, and has to grab onto one of the grips to keep his feet from slipping. That was a close one. “Holy shit,” he breathes with a laugh, reaching up again and successfully wrapping his fingers around the hand hold, then glances down and steps on another one, pushing himself up again. “You okay, Gia?”

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

Text // Andrew & Roman

Roman: you look like the dude from atlantis

Roman: yeah ok u inspired me to google animated movies

Andrew: Omg I totally do like a little bit.

Andrew: DO YOU SEE ANY YOU LIKE????????

Andrew: Check out Spirited Away it's so good it's in Japanese but there are subtitles.

Andrew: I mean I'm sure there's English dub but that's a #sin no one likes those.

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[TEXT]: Stop making fun of me! / [TEXT]: You’re unbelievable. / [TEXT]: I’m here for you. Period. / [TEXT]: Please don’t push me away. / [TEXT]: I chose you; it was only you. / [TEXT]: Did you think of me when you were with them? / [TEXT]: Did you think I wouldn’t find out?

[text]: Stop making fun of me![text]: YOU’RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK.[text]: I saved all your texts.[text]: I’m neVER LETTING THEM GO.

[text]: You’re unbelievable.[text]: I’m sorry I’m so sorry please don’t be mad.[text]: Please just talk to me just pick up the phone I’m so sorry.

[text]: I’m here for you. Period.[text]: I know.[text]: Thank you.[text]: ... I love you.[text}: Can I sleep in your room tonight?

[text]: Please don’t push me away.Read at 2.19AM

[text]: I chose you; it was only you. [text]: Could we stop with this.[text]: Seriously, Dom. I know you feel bad for me and shit but like.[text]: It hurts more than it helps. Please just. Stop.

[text]: Did you think of me when you were with them?[text]: WE ARE GOING TO DROP THE TOPIC OF MY SEX LIFE BEFORE WE STARTED DATING NOW PLEASE!!!!![text]: And omg ofc I didn’t that would’ve been so rude of me tho.

[text]: Did you think I wouldn’t find out?[text]: IT’S CALLED A SURPRISE PARTY FOR A REASON[text]: I didn’t mean to add you in the mass text ))))):[text]: Can you pretend you didn’t see it?????????????

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[text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE / [text] Be careful. / [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. / [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. / [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. / [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. / [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon

some of these are NSFW

[text]: FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE[text]: That can def be arranged ;))))[text]: I’m going over.[text]: Like, rn. 

[text]: Be careful.[text]: You too.[text]: I love you. So much.

[text]: I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.[text]: Same.[text]: I love you sm???????

[text]: Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.[text]: CHILL I had a late night omfg I’m not gonna drown in the bathtub.[text]: You should’ve joined me instead of yanking me out, dude.

[text]: I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.[text]: COME OVER AND DO THAT[text]: And then me.[text]: Can you top tonight I’m so lazy. 

[text]: I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.[text]: SO ARE U SAYING THAT BRUNCH IS BETTER THAN MY DICK BC LIKE UM I RMB YOU LIKING IT A LOT LAST NIGHT WHEN IT WAS INSIDE U

[text]: but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon[text]: This is why I love you.[text]: But like how hammered are you, babe??????[text]: I’ll come as soon as I’m done w this chapter I hope you’ll still be awake omg

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[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Sorry I got high and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like

[text]: Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.[text]: Only if I get to suck yours after.[text]: More than once.[text]: Deal?

[text]: Sorry I got high and texted you about my sex life[text]: It’s okay, man.[text]: So, like.[text]: This is hypothetical but like what are handcuffs, like. Are they fun do they chafe.

[text]: Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?[text]: Idk, let’s find out?

[text]: You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known[text]: THANK YOU right back at you Roman you are so beautiful.

[text]: I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like[text]: Ugh I’m studying.[text]: That sounds so fucking good, send a picture like rn?????????

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[text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] You’re so selfish.[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.

[text]: I should have never let you back into my life.[text]: What the fuck was I supposed to do? Lie? You need help.[text]: I’m not sorry. If you hate me for it, fine. Whatever.

[text]: Please don’t do this.[text]: Sorry, Roman.

[text]: You want nothing to do with me, I get it.Seen, 3.12AM[text]: I’m coming over.[text]: I have ice cream. [text]: I’m sorry.

[text]: You’re so selfish.[text]: HAHAHAHA.[text]: You’re a fucking hypocrite. But if that’s true? I guess I’ve been hanging out with you too much.

[text]: You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.[text]: And you’re not worth staying around for.

[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.[text]: I said I was sorry.[text]: How many times do you want me to apologise for that? I’m so sorry.

[whambamthankyoubram]

more texts for you bitches

[inkbloomed]

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[oldmandom]

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.

[text]: No. You already made enough demands today I s2g Andrew.

[text]: …Go finish your class first.

[text]: and then after that you’re going straight to bed, you really need sleep.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

crust desserts // will & andrew

[codenameeagle-blog]

Andrew’s practically falling asleep on him. Will tries to pretend like he doesn’t notice, but it’s so damn obvious it’s painful. Something must really be bothering him, because Andrew is one of the sleepiest guys he knows. He’s never seen someone pass out so quickly after giving a blowjob before.

“Fuck Drew. You know those things are awful for you.” When Wil was young(er) and stupid(ier), he used to chug those damn things. But then his middle school football coach caught him and made Will run laps until he puked his guts up out through his mouth and nose. It was a good lesson. A little traumatic, but a good lesson. From that point on, the only caffeine boost he got was from the occasional Coke or cup of coffee, and he couldn’t even smell an monster without remembering ralphing everywhere.

“You need to sleep. Like now, dude. You’re skipping class and we’re going right now. Don’t fight me.” Will’s voice leaves no room for arguments as he looks Andrew over. He’s already slug around his shoulder so it’s easy enough to steer him away from the big green lawn and back towards their dorm building. It’s easy enough, with Will supporting some of Andrew’s weight and the fact that he’s a lot bigger than his best friend.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

"Yeah, but they work. Mostly." It's been a couple of days, so they're not working as well as they should, but that can be fixed pretty easily if Andrew just ups the number of cans he's drinking, right? He'll be fine.

When Will basically declares that he's going to sleep, Andrew does the opposite of what Will told him to do and fights him. It's not like he can put up much resistance when he's so exhausted, but he tries. He starts dragging his heels, to get Will to stop, but it just makes Andrew stumble instead, so he keeps walking while trying to pull away. "Will — no, no, I can't sleep, dude. C'mon, stop. You never skip class! Don't start, dude, it's bad."

Andrew's not dumb enough to think that'll work for a second, because arguing with Will is nearly pointless when he's looking out for Andrew, but he tries anyway. Anything to keep from having to go to sleep. Soon enough, they're near the building, and Andrew keeps protesting. "Will, stop, man, I can't go to sleep, I don't want to have to see her face whenever I close my eyes." He doesn't sound panicked, at least, but maybe a little desperate. "Don't make me, please don't make me sleep. Or, like. You could go? And I'll rest or take a short nap? Don't miss class on my account. I know you never miss any classes." Andrew's full of shit and they both know that if Will leaves him in his room he's not going to go to sleep, but that doesn't stop him from trying as they finally enter the building. As soon as he’s snuggled up next to Will he’s going to give in and sleep, and he knows he can’t let that happen, but he’s so exhausted that any fight he puts up is effectively useless.

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

Monster Hunter AU

turn the lights off and i’ll glow

When Andrew opens the door to see a camera thrust into his face, he’s like, “Um. Excuse me?”

There’s a slender black haired man standing on his doorstep grinning broadly at him with a flash of perfect, blinding white teeth, and all of a sudden Andrew knows why he’s here. Roman West is on his doorstep. Roman West, from Roasting Ghosts With Roman, commonly hashtagged during live-tweeting as #RGWR, is standing in front of him, and he’s like, “Yeah, you called? I’m, you know. The ghost hunter?”

Of course. Andrew sighs, mumbles, “What the fuck, Will,” and then says, “Yeah. Of course. D’you, like. Wanna come in?”

It starts like this: Will and Andrew are just two broke college students who want to rent an apartment. And when they find this one? In a building with actually has security so Andrew doesn’t have to worry about his MacBook Pro being stolen? (“No one’s going after your protein powder, Will.”) It’s a Godsend. A fucking miracle. They can barely believe it. It’s ten drive minutes from campus, there’s a grocery store two minutes away and Insomnia Cookies delivers there. And the rent? Is below their budget.

So, of course the place is haunted.

It’s nothing huge — just small, annoying things. Will’s protein powder goes missing. The salt and the sugar get swapped out so Andrew dumps of salt in his coffee. There are moaning noises not coming from either of them when they —

“Sorry — could we maybe not put that in?” Andrew asks, cutting across the voice over Roman’s filming at the front door of the apartment. It’s not like Will is out, and Roman’s got no way of knowing that, like, maybe Andrew used to suck Will’s dick sometimes, and perhaps after finals week freshmen year Andrew couldn’t really walk properly for a day, but, like. That was before Andrew started dating Dom, and, either way Roman shouldn’t know any of that. The cameraman shoots Andrew an annoyed glare, but Roman doesn’t look bothered, so Andrew continues. “We don’t, uh —”

“Shame,” Roman looks put out for a moment. “Will’s cute. So are you. Wait, are you both straight?”

“Uh— I’m not? But —”

The door opens, and it’s Will, the same guy who got them into this reality show mess, and Andrew’s like, “Will! You’re back. This is, uh. Roman. Which you’d know. Since you called him.”

“You said you played football?” Roman says by way of greeting Will, and smirk on his face as he bats his eyelashes. “That’s so interesting.”

The grin on Will’s face is huge as he gives Roman a once over, and Andrew decides he needs to leave right then, because — Roman? Is very cute, and Will? Is very hot, and Andrew? Was up all night because that goddamn ghost kept pushing his stuff over, and he’s just tired and a little cranky and he wants overpriced coffee because they’re saving on the rent anyway, living in this haunted apartment. 

That’s why they called the ghost hunters in the first place. They don’t want to have to find another apartment.

Look. It’s not easy to find an apartment in a good area for cheap, and they’re not about to give that up because of an annoying ghost.

“I’m going to Starbucks.” Andrew says, grabbing his wallet off the coffee table, and Roman goes, “Great, could you get me a frappuccino, please?”

Roman’s manager, a pretty blonde woman in high heels and winged eyeliner that could slit someone’s throat says, “Hold up, I’m coming with. You can drive.” Then she spins around, pistol whip sharp, and pins the camera man with a look, is like, “I need usable footage this time. Capisce? I’m not a fucking miracle worker, and I’m not leaving footage selection up to the editors after January’s disaster. One thing I can’t stand? Is inefficiency. Don’t make me fucking fire you,” then turns to Andrew with a smile, like she hasn’t just devastated someone right in front of him, and Roman says, “Gemma, oh my God,” in that kind of voice that suggests it’s happened before, far too many times, and Gemma snaps, “God, Roman, what?”

Will looks like he’s just fallen a little bit in love with Gemma, so Andrew grabs his car keys and walks out of the door.

Saving on the rent is one thing, but a grande caramel macchiato is still, like, $4.45, which is way too much to be paying for coffee, but Andrew thinks he deserves it. Gemma gets a normal black coffee, looks him right in the eyes as she drinks it without any sugar or cream, and Andrew’s a hundred percent sure that she’s a superior being.

“So,” she starts, taking out her phone and tapping on the screen, “I’m gonna need you to do the confession cam later. It’s important, and you’ve got the whole puppy thing going on. You’re cute, and we need a cool down episode after last weeks. Fucking tragic.”

Andrew doesn’t know what last week’s was about, because when he watches Roasting Ghosts With Roman it’s mainly when he’s stressed about finals and he binge watches it, like, half a season at a time, but he doesn’t know how to say that to Gemma, so he goes, “Oh?”

“Yeah. Dead sister and everything. Heartbreaking, you know? Ratings shot through the roof. So, back to you. Play up the whole puppy thing. You and your roommate both. I want, like. The All American boy thing, and Will looks like he has that going on. Who actually wears lettermans?”

Andrew’s wearing one now, actually, so he says, “Uh—”

“Sorry, I guess that was rude. It’s just been stressful lately. We keep getting complaint letters, but I’m, like, ninety-nine percent sure they’re all from the same guy—”

Andrew’s phone buzzes, and it’s a text from Will.

[Will]: thx bro ur the real mvp tbh


[Will]: srsly tho like he’s supposed to be the best? and i know u have finals coming up next month drew

It makes him smile, and he’s happy enough that he buys Will a piece of New York cheesecake along with Roman’s frappuccino when he and Gemma are about to leave, because Will’s always looking out for Andrew, whether Andrew realises it at the time or not.

After they film the confession cam segments, Andrew hears more about the hate mail. It’s apparently because whoever’s sending it (they call themselves Glitch) says that the show isn’t realistic enough. Andrew privately agrees, but isn’t sure why someone has enough free time to send the network complaints about it.

“They’re letters, you know, actual letters,” Roman says, sitting in between Will and Andrew, sipping the frappuccino that Andrew bought for him. He’d licked off all the whipped cream first, though, so there’s none left. “So I just print out the winky face emojis and send them back.”

“And you get replies?” Will asks, sounding amused.

“Yeah? We’re penpals now, actually? I mean, they have some suggestions that are pretty decent, actually? I keep telling them my number but they never text me, and it’s been, like. At least two months now. I kind of want to meet up with them, you know? Put a face to the name —”

“Glitch is not a real name?”

“Gemma, come on —”

Andrew nods along like he’s listening even though he’s texting Dom so they can have a dinner date.

[Dom]: I could come over and cook for you?


[Dom]: Wait no your house is haunted right, that’s why the ghost busters are there.


[Andrew]: They’re really not the ghost busters, dude.
[Andrew]: Secretly I don’t really think this is legit, like, at all.


[Andrew]: How about I go over??? I’ll bring dessert.


[Andrew]: That means I’m going to suck your dick but like I’ll also bring some Ben & Jerry’s.


[Dom]: Sounds good could you get Cherry Garcia?


[Andrew]: Yep, see you later :D

When he looks back up, Roman’s talking about the ghost in their apartment and how he (the ghost) used to be a prankster while he was alive, and he sounds like he means it, not like he’s just making it up, and Andrew really hopes Roman is legit, because Will was right about Andrew having finals next month, and he really needs to do well on them. Partial scholarships don’t keep themselves, you know.

“He was a bit of a prankster when he was alive,” Roman says, careful to hide the Starbucks symbol with his hand as he sips the drink again. “No brands on camera unless they’re sponsors,” Gemma had said earlier. “And he was probably hot, too, if I’m not wrong. Hit me up, Patrick —that’s his name, by the way — if you’re listening.”

A book falls over, and Andrew and Will both tense, looking over at Roman with wide eyes, because there’s no way anyone pushed that book over. None of the crew members are near enough for that, and Gemma’s too busy texting, completely unfazed by the whole thing.

The eerie atmosphere disappears when Will asks, “You haven’t actually fucked a ghost, right, bro?”

Roman just smirks, Gemma doesn’t look up from her iPhone, goes, “Oh, please,” and then —

Another book topples.

[promptsmemesandrps]

Our Muses in Different AUs

this is my first time trying something like this so i hope its alright!

Send me “peek in the mirror” and I’ll tell you what I think our muses would be like in a…

High School AU

Coffeeshop AU

Royalty AU

Modern AU

Band AU

Animal AU

Winged AU

Angel and Demon AU

Mythology AU

College AU

Soulmate AU

Flower shop/Tattoo parlor AU

Victorian AU

Monster Hunter AU

Vampire/Werewolf AU

[rowanwheeler-blog1]

late night frights | rowan & andrew

[rowanwheeler-blog1]

Rowan blanched at the at the idea of furniture from human bones, wondering how many people you would have to kill to accomplish that. “If this is based on a true story then I’m staying far, far away from Texas. In fact, I think this is a good opportunity to move to Canada.” 

Rowan lifted his head a little, just enough to see the screen, and was met with the very gorey sight of someone getting chopped with a chainsaw. He stuffed his face back in the pillow with a groan, knowing that sight would be embedded in his mind for days to come. “This is so fucked up, who even thinks about making movies of this shit.”

[andrewwalkcr-blog]

“Can’t do that, man, we don’t even know where we are.” It was true. Hudson was, for all intents and purposes, in the middle of nowhere, and they didn’t even know what state they were in. “You could probably, like. Move there after graduation?” He wouldn’t be moving to Texas any time soon either. It was too hot, and this movie was fucking him up. Pam was now being forced to watch Kirk being hacked to pieces. Lovely.

“I dunno, man, there’s lots of shit that’s worse. Like — The Human Centipede? Dude, that was so fucked, I watched that with my older brother and I almost threw up.” That was... Awful. Truthfully. In comparison, this seemed a little better, until blood spattered everywhere. Yikes. “Why’d we pick this movie, again?”