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Boston was really nothing like he had imagined. Full of large and grey buildings flirting with skyscrapers, the city was also splattered with older-lookign buildings - churches, red bricks, colourful facades that grew in the middle of this huge hive of agitation like anomalies in the urban landscape. Mundy stepped down the bus onto the sidewalk, almost carried away by the flock of people around him - and he quickly found refuge near a store, which he realised when glancing up to be a baseball store.
How fitting.
Fumbling through his pocket, he retrieve a scrambled piece of paper and deciphered his own hurried handwriting - squinting behind his glasses (God, his eyesight was not what it used to be). Green eyes peered around his surroundings, looking for the bar Scout had indicated over the phone - there it was. An air of lassitude passed on his weathered face. The Force of Nature. Of course. Of bloody course.
He crossed the street with an exasperated sigh and pushed the door open - not bothering to take his hat off as he was engulfed in the smokey atmosphere of the place. Gaze scanning the area, he finally spotted a sightly aged, but all-too-familiar silhouette sitting at a table, looking away from him. Pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he zigzagued between the other patrons and unceremoniously took the seat opposite his former teammate. “Bloody hell, there are more people in this neighbourhood than there are spiders in Australia.”
You’re absolutely right-- I woke up just to make that post because I’m so upset about it. Oscar Isaac literally is Bellamy Riado and I’m so shook about it. V && I over here like, “this could be translated to our ship and NOTHING would change. their messages would be exactly the same.” And like Boyega’s level of done is exactly Trey’s. I’m so broken you guys. This literally is our ship in real life.
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Trey Riado’s Instagram featuring Bellamy Riado for @cranberrybutter/@deadbeatcentral specific to their The Tomorrow People verse.
Trey Riado’s Instagram featuring Bellamy Riado for @cranberrybutter/@deadbeatcentral specific to the Everything’s Magic original fandomless universe.
{ @deadbeatcentral you didn’t tell me no... }
“Hey baby-- what’s good?”
{ @deadbeatcentral because “it was there that I realized, that forever was in your eyes; the moment I saw you cry...” }
She knew he was struggling again; it had been showing for sometime but the scene before her now made it grossly evident. She isn’t even sure if he wants her there but she can’t bring herself to leave. As she looks over at him on the bed, openly crying in front of her she moves across the room without a word.
She climbs onto the bed in front of him, shifting as close as she can. She doesn’t make any attempt to quiet him only reaching her hands out to wipe away the tears already on his face. She leans forward to press her lips firmly against his and then removes any remaining distance between them to wrap herself around him as best she can.
“You’re gonna be okay, I promise...” She finally whispers, kissing the crook of his neck and then nuzzling back into it.