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@boundedby-blog
what’s up ,, what’s good ,, so .. i’m finally, like, officially moving today and tomorrow. i might be here tonight, but i’m not sure. with that being said, i’ll be back on the 12th, because that’s when they come to transfer the wifi and shit. neways, i love you all so much ?
YOU MADE YOUR BED WHEN YOU WORRIED ABOUT MINE.
My father broke my heart long before any boy had the chance to.
(via themajesticowl)
stringking.
if there’s one person nicki knows through and through, it’s his wife. he can tell something’s off before he even notices her wiping her eyes, but the worry only grows when he does. ❝ c’mon, i got you. ❞ he speaks softly, a softness he reserves only for his queen. keeping her close, he uses one hand to wipe her eyes softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek at the same time. ❝ hey, it’s okay. we can tell him together, alright ? you don’t gotta go this shit alone, my queen. what happened ? ❞
she can’t help but feel like there’s something she could have done -- something she should have done. the right thing to do was tell rafael and luis what was going on but, just like everyone else, she thought it was just a headache. ❝ he’s a good kid, nicki. he doesn’t deserve this. and - and rafael and luis can’t lose their son. finn cannot lose their brother. ❞ she has to sit, hands gently pushing on nicki’s chest so she can move away. she pushes the hair from her face, elbows on her knees. ❝ he was - he was throwin’ up blood the other day, seizin’ too, i think. and now they - they don’t know what’s wrong. the doctors are fuckin’ clueless, and he - he could die. ❞
THE KING, HIS QUEEN
--------------- AND THEIR TWO STUPID KIDS.
❝ laila ? who was that, hon ? ❞ he asks, coming down from his office and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her close. he pushes the hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear, a frown settling on his face. ❝ what’s wrong, my love ? why are you upset ? ❞ his demeanor softens considerably as he holds his wife to his chest, unsure what happened since he went upstairs to his office.
@boundedby / IM SWEATIN
she had done what she could to hide her tears from ellie, who gave her a quick hug for good measure before running upstairs. but she cannot hide them from nicki, the man who could always read her like an open book. she’s quick, however, to wipe her eyes before draping her arms over nicki’s shoulders. ❝ it was just, um -- it was luis. ❞ she tries to brush it off, fingers curling into the other’s hair. ❝ shay’s - shay’s in the hospital. they’re not sure what’s wrong, and - and now i’ve got to tell emery, but i’m not real sure how. that’s his best friend, nick, and shay’s such a good kid. ❞
atticdweller.
laila has always been a good constant in shay’s life, a stark contrast from the woman who is his actual mother. if it weren’t for her, he’d still have a very warped sense of what a mother should be - about what a mother is. ❝ i just, i dunno. ❞ he mumbles, eyes closed as he leans into her every touch, the only thing giving him any type of relief at the moment. ❝ no, that’s not true - emery knows. bodhi knows too, i think. ❞ he’s been justifying not telling rafael and luis for month, with the idea that it’s only headaches - nothing to worry about - but with how bad they’re getting, he knows she’s right.
she knows, vaguely, of the woman who brought shay into this world -- tidbits of information gathered from short conversations with rafael, from peeks into files nicki keeps behind locked doors. her fingers continue to move, slowly, detangling messy knots in the meantime. ❝ your best friend and boyfriend are not the most reliable of people, my prince. they aren’t goin’ to tell anyone, because you told them not to. ❞ things have progressed to something bigger than before, and her growing concern has nearly taken over.
atticdweller.
since he was young, laila has been one of the only maternal figures in his life, even if his only tie to her was emery. he has a lot of love and respect and, more importantly trust, which is why she’s the only one he’s told about the headaches. ❝ there’s just a lot goin’ on. ❞ he mumbles as he leans into her touch, eyes remaining closed as he focuses on anything but constant throbbing. ❝ laying down makes it worse, i can feel it, like, in the back of my head. ❞ he whines again, gripping onto her shirt for a second. ❝ no – miss laila, p-please don’t. they don’t - i’m fine, they’re just gonna worry. ❞
she’s happy to be there for shay - when it comes to emery, the only friend he’s brought around has been shay. and more so, he’s the only one who’s stuck around this long. her hands cup the boy’s face, thumbs brushing carefully across his cheeks. ❝ there always is, ❞ she’s holding him to her chest again, fingers moving carefully through his hair. she cannot help the worry and motherly instincts that tend to take over. ❝ baby, you’ve been having these headaches for months -- and they’re only gettin’ worse. you’ve got to tell someone who isn’t me. ❞
YOU MADE YOUR BED WHEN YOU WORRIED ABOUT MINE.
YOU MADE YOUR BED WHEN YOU WORRIED ABOUT MINE.
wormkilled.
“i don’t even think you know, yo.” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, hands balling up into fists. “ain’t much that i can do but at least ‘m in tune with it,” he can see things people normally can’t see because of the soy sauce. “ain’t much i can do but i can try, i guess.”
❝ i might not. never claimed to know everythin’, ❞ her shoulders raise in a quick shrug, hands folded together. her head tilts as she watches him, a frown upon painted lips. ❝ are ya ? how’s that, sweetheart ? ❞ it’s those motherly instincts kicking in, the inability to -- well, to not be nosy. ❝ yeah, i guess ya can. but are you goin’ to ? ❞
THEY KNOW YOU WALK LIKE YOU’RE A GOD, THEY CAN’T BELIEVE I MAKE YOU WEAK.
( triggering / by bucky / est. 3 / 22 / 17. )
