#lilywhittaker

[bashlandrya]

Closed for @lilywhittaker​ Location / date: New Orleans, Tuesday March 23d around 2pm???

      Although many other did, Bash never really paid much attention to his birthday. It was usually just dinner with his family and of course a few instagram posts he didn’t see until days later when he actually checked his phone. He’d forgotten this time too but with good reason since LIly had taken him all the way to New Orleans. on a freakig airplane. It had gone well though and so had his birthday. Best one in a good while to be honest. They’d wandered around town and while Lily had already made reservations at a restaurant in advance, because thankfully she knew how to plan things, they’d found a bunch of good ones they could try later in the week since they were there for a few more days. Maybe tonight but right now they were standing in front of a house very familiar to Bash - yet very strange.

      Taking a sip from the bottle in his hand and swallowing the burning liquid - not beer, Bash finally broke the silence that had fallen a few minutes earlier when he had announced they were standing in front of his childhood home. ❛ The garden’s nice, ❜ he said quietly, lazily wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket. Two years ago he was in jail on this date, cause he’d been drinking a damn bus. Why was that even illegal? It was probably illgal to drink the way he did in public right now too but he didn’t really care. It was easily hidden in his jacket anyway if someone walked by.

     Bash couldn’t help but feel kind of bad. He didn’t bring Lily there just to stand in one spot and pour whiskey down his throat - he wanted to show her where he grew up. However, he couldn’t help the way his heart slowly made its way up his throat, all senses overwhelmed as he stood on that street. ❛ I wish we could go inside... ❜ he muttered quietly, eyes scanning the garden again while he tucked the liquor bottle into the inner pocket of his jacket, eyes catching a sign on the lawn that made him frown slightly and then take a few steps forward. For Sale. Open house, Monday - Wednesday 11am to 4pm. In an almost childish type of excitement, he grabbed Lily’s arm. ❛ Hey --- We can! Come on! ❜

[nateblackwoodarchive]

WHERE: lily’s place. WHO: @lilywhittaker​ & nate. WHEN: u know when!!!!

Thankfully, the uber driver didn’t ask questions. Nate pretended not to notice the concerned glances from the rearview mirror and tried instead to focus his attention out the window at the blur of trees as they passed. He leaned his forehead against the cool pane of the glass, the adrenaline wearing off enough to feel the throbbing in his face. He tried not to think about the price he’d be paying for it all later. 

He mumbled a quiet thanks to the driver as he pulled to a stop outside the Whittaker house, pulling himself out of the backseat with some effort. He felt like a fucking idiot if he was being honest with himself and he paused at the side gate Lily had instructed him to use to lean against it for a moment. He had yet to get a good look at himself so he had no idea the state he was about to present himself in and he had the decency to feel a little bad about that. Not enough to make himself turn around and go home, but enough to feel the weight of it as he made his way to her front door. He knocked a quiet pattern on the door, head cast down to look at his shoes. The door opened a moment later and he looked up sheepishly. “Hey,” he greeted, voice low. “It probably looks worse than it is.” He smiled, more to reassure her he was fine. “Can I come in?”

[bashlandrya]

location / time: bash’s apartment / friday may 7th, just past midday closed for @lilywhittaker :))

Evidence of spring turning into summer was slowly descending upon Crescent Harbor even though the weather was still unreliable and the temperature hadn’t even risen to the 60s consistently yet. Bash had gotten over the worst part of the spring, slowly turning into his usual self but with Mother’s Day just around the corner as a reminder he felt the pressure over his chest like a heavy stone, only worsened by how he couldn’t seem to hang out with Lily for a longer time without there being a fight or at least bickering; the kind that wasn’t flirty nor fun like it was supposed to be. Sure, they solved it but not by coming to any conclusions, just by ripping off each others’ clothes and while he had enjoyed it coming to that pretty much every time, it kept him up at night. Bash knew she deserved better but he didn’t want it to be like that. He wanted to be the bettter or at least, he wanted to be enough. Maybe they just weren’t as good as they thought they would be. However, he still loved her and he wanted to believe they could get past it. Soon, he thought. This was all just a bump in the road.

While there hadn’t been a lot of sleeping, Bash had still been in bed til seven in the morning before getting up to eat a big breakfast to calm his growling stomach, followed by a shower that had lasted longer than usual. After trying to play some video games but realizing he had a hard time focusing on practically anything, he moved to the kitchen and opened a bottle of beer out of frustration just as he head the door open. 

He didn’t need to ask who was just walking in; pretty quickly recognizing Lily’s steps through his apartment as he sipped on the bottle in his hand. He’d hide it from her but this time he didn’t even bother, gaze flickering to hers when she entered the room - Bash’s bloodshot eyes evidence of his worsened lack of sleep. ❛ Hey. ❜ Fuck, she was pretty and it almost made him forget the question on the tip of his tongue, his arms itching to hold her. ❛ Did’ya’ cancel it yet? ❜ Was he bitter? Sure, absolutely. Lily had asked him at the wedding if he was free for her birthday. Of course he was, he wanted to spend it with her, spoil her as much as he could like she’d done with him, with a whole trip to New Orleans just over a month ago. Then she’d gone behind his back and booked a fucking trip to Paris with Landon - of all people. ❛ Are you... Free today? We can... I dunno, take a walk--- go to the aquarium or something. ❜

[bashlandrya]

closed starter: @lilywhittaker​ location: whatsabi

    ❛ To be honest I’m--- Not really sure what any of this means, ❜ he said, waving the sushi menu in his hand and hoping only Lily could hear him and not the hipster teenagers that had just arrived behind them and looked like they practically lived here. It was safe to say that Bash didn’t eat a lot of sushi, he was pretty sure he could actually only recall one time and he hadn’t ordered what he ate so the words on the menu sounded like complete gibberish to him, although he tried his best. ❛ How the hell am I supposed to know what a--- uramaki is? ❜ Looking over at his girlfriend again, Bash shook his head a little. He was sure she could help out but whatever she put on his plate he was probably gonna eat it so when she had suggested date at the Whatsabi he hadn’t even considered saying no. As long as she paid, which likely wouldn’t be a problem. ❛ Where do we sit? --- Right here? ❜

[bashlandrya]

Location: Bash’s apartment Time: Saturday 26th, late afternoon??? idk Tagging: @lilywhittaker​

      Hey, come over?     Why had he written out the text like that? It was the easiest way to get her to come over; pretend like it was a normal booty call with no other intentions behind it. ‘We need to talk’ sounded so bad and so unlike him. This way it was much easier to get her to come to his place even if it meant she thought they were just gonna do the usual; make food, have sex, watch a movie maybe. It wasn’t like that. Well, Bash could hope it would end like that, if he was lucky --- and what other than luck did he actually run on? Except for beer and right now he had had a bunch; six empty bottles on the coffee table along with a joint he decided not to smoke after all and one half-empty in his hand as he tried to memorize words in a good way to say them. This was a bad idea. ❛ Fuck... ❜ he said quietly to himself, followed by a soft groan while he dragged a hand over his face. What he would do to go back to one of the two previous good weekends, to have fun, not think about this shit. Think about her. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and continued to pace around the small open space in his living room, throwing glances towards the front door now and then, the ball of nervous fuckery growing in his stomach causing him to play with the straps on his sweatpants with his free hand. The worst thing that could happen was her laughing in his face but he knew her. Ten years, he’d known her and ten years he’d been the same person. Why would she want that mess? This mess. Him. Lily would let him down easy but that knowledge still didn’t keep his mind from spiraling out of control, the only thing helping even a little in the moment was the taste of beer on his lips. Tell her, just tell her. She’ll get it. She might not love you back, but she’ll get it. Be a man, for once.

[bashlandrya]

Location: Downtown with @lilywhittaker​

    It had been a slow morning for Bash. As usual, he’d worked late at the club and slept til noon. Today he had realized while making breakfast that he was out of coffee and with a groan made it out of his apartment to get some. However, the thought of coffee quickly slipped his mind when the man saw a very familiar figure a little further down the street when he got out of his building; someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time and needed all the catching up with after seeing her one TV week after week. ❛ Lily ! ❜ With long legs he sprinted after her, a couple of feet until his hand touched her shoulder --- at this point praying he hadn’t been blind and that it was someone else entirely.  

[nateblackwoodarchive]

text → lily

Nate: Hey.

Nate: I know it's late, I'm sorry. Are you awake?

[lachlan-peters-archive]

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“Anything?” he repeated, his brow furrowed deeply in concentration. The limitless possibilities were a bit overwhelming, to the point where all he felt like he could do was laugh. “Fuck, man, I dunno... If I could make a difference in one person’s life - just have a profound, positive influence on one person. Be that person just once... That would be enough for me.”