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Officially 20 now o:

Had suck a good day hanging out with my bff :)

I got:

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:bulletgreen: Battleship (game)
:bulletred: Chocolate Bar
:bulletblue: Money
:bulletblack: Charm bracelet

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  • Listening to: Pompeii - Bastille
“Cristina look I know that we don’t see each other much but that doesn’t mean you need to jump to making any quick decisions.” Said the very frustrated guitarist Jim Root, who was pacing back and forth in his hotel room, one hand clenching his cell phone in a death grip to his ear, the other raking through his brownish-blonde mane.

“Look Jim I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now but I can’t pretend with you any more, as much as it’s going hurt me saying this, you need to hear what I have to say,” Cristina’s voice was frustrated and pained.

Jim stopped pacing the small width of the hotel floor glad that his roommate and fellow guitarist Mick wasn’t in here at the moment, because for one it would have been very awkward for Mick to walk in on Jim having a lover’s quarrel over the phone, but the truth was he didn’t want his usually silent companion to see the vulnerability and pain etched all over his face.

Being the tallest member of the band at 6'6" he was always taken for the one to be strong in any situation by all of his band mates. In truth he didn’t really care for the other’s opinions so much as he cared for Mick’s. Being the second tallest at 6'2" not to mention about thirty or forty pounds heavier than Jim, he was quite an intimidating site.

No, he should have been prepared for this day with Cristina; he had seen it coming a mile away. At first there had been nothing in this world that could have torn them apart since that day back when they had met at Ozzfest Tour back in 2004.

For the first two or three years everything had been perfect but then he had noticed the way Cristina had become distant from him and how much more time she had been spending with her ex fiancé. Now all they did was argue and Jim knew that their relationship was drawing to a close.

“-im…Jim!”

“Huh…What were you saying Cristina?”

“Were you listening to what I was saying?” Now she sounded pissed.

“No, sorry, I guess I spaced out for a second.”

Which was the worst thing he could have said at the moment because what she said next nearly sent him to his knees.

“Look obviously since you don’t want to take the time to talk this out then I'm just going to get this over with now. I don’t love you anymore, to be honest I don’t think I ever really did but you’re just so hard to get attached to! It’s like you’re made of stone, you seem like you’re completely devoid of emotions. And frankly it’s just a waste of time to even try with you, by the rate your going the only thing you’ll ever have time for in your life is music!” She finally seemed to have ended her rant.

Before Jim even had time to utter a sound the phone was suddenly snatched away from his hand and a deep voice was heard talking into his phone behind him, “Listen bitch, I never, want to hear your fucking voice on this phone again if you ever call him again I promise I’ll find you and make you wish you hadn't,” The voice snarled viciously at Cristina into the phone.

From behind him he heard the phone harshly turned off, and with a soft thud it was thrown and landed on one of the beds. He knew it was Mick without even guessing. He must have been so immersed in his thoughts he hadn't heard the silent guitarist walk in or even the sound of the door opening and closing.

He felt a large hand placed on top of his broad shoulder, “Jim...” That deep voice said quietly.

He shrugged that comforting hand off and said just as quietly, “Did you hear any of it…?” Even to him he knew his voice had come out choked and pained.

“Yeah…I did…I'm sorr-”

“I don’t need your apology!” He shouted whirling around to face Mick. He looked down into the silent man’s blue gaze expecting to see pity in the normally sunglass covered eyes…Only to see sorrow and compassion in those azure depths.

He knew his own eyes were welling with tears and that he was a second way from breaking down, he knew his heart was shattering into a million pieces with the searing pain that Cristina’s words had caused. Now with the added fact that Mick had heard every degrading word she had said to him and was now witnessing his weakness nearly made it impossible to cope with.

“I-I'm s-sorry…Um I'm going to go take a shower.” And with that Jim spun around just in time as the tears fell, streaming down his face as he rushed into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind him.

Mick watched as Jim practically ran into the bathroom, the door slamming shut. He walked over to his bed sitting on the edge letting out a ragged sigh and running a large hand through his long raven tresses.

He had heard every hateful and degrading word Cristina had said to Jim over the phone, and knew that the tallest guitarist had felt every stinging blow that they had intended. He wanted to kill the bitch for hurting his friend like this, out of all the members in the band, he and Jim were the closest. Jim understood him in a way that many of them did not. Also coupled with the fact that as even ridiculous as it sounded he could relate with Jim on their height being the two tallest members, he took comfort in the fact that he had someone who understood what it felt like to be judge based on their height.

No but there was something else that even Mick had failed to tell Jim, something about himself that for a long time he had felt ashamed of.

He was in love with him.

Yep. As fucking crazy as it had sounded it hadn't taken Mick long to figure it out; that he had fallen head over heels for the tall, slender guitarist.

He really didn’t know how it had happened seeing as how he usually didn’t let himself get attached to anyone and mainly kept to himself. But somehow Jim with the talented way he played his guitar and his rare smiles had managed the impossible. He had unknowingly forced Mick out of his well built shell and out into the open where his heart lay fragile and vulnerable to everything Jim said, to every look and glance and touch. Yet amazingly Jim with his unknown power had never once hurt him in any way, Jim was always making sure that he was alright or checking to see if there was anything he could do to make sure Mick stayed happy.

...And the thing was that throughout all of Mick’s thirty-five years no one had ever paid that much attention to him or showed that much kindness…And to him that’s what had made all the difference in the world. No, he certainly wasn’t gay; it was only Jim that he felt that way towards.

Mick now laid fully back on the bed his frame to large for the small bed, lacing his fingers behind his head, and closing his eyes. Now that his best friend was hurting he made the decision right there and then to stay by Jim’s side until he was better or healed enough to get by. Even though he could never tell him how he felt - and as much as that thought hurt - he would still help him none the less.

‘I just hope that I can do something to help him…’ He unlaced his hands bringing one down to scratch at his goatee, now all he had to do was wait for Jim to get out of the shower and in the meantime figure how he would comfort the usually stubborn man.

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The bathroom filled with steam as the scalding shower ran a towering figure could be seen behind the foggy glass stall, head hung down.

Jim stood under the hot spray letting the tears run silently down his face mixing with warm rivulets of water that rained down on him, letting Cristina’s words ring over and over in his mind. I don’t love you anymore, to be honest I don’t think I ever really did but you’re just so hard to get attached to!

He knew that on some level she was right he was almost impossible to get close to. He had always been that way not wanting to really get attached to anyone because when that person left it hurt too much, although he was just better at hiding it in front of everyone.

…Everyone except Mick…

‘No,’ He smirked to himself; the hell of it was no matter how hard he tried to keep Mick away he would always end up slithering past Jim’s defences with ease. Mick had always had that sort of talent, with anyone really. The way he used his silence to make people fill at ease…Or well in most cases tense because of the way Mick carried himself, but to Jim it had always filled him with ease.

To Jim, Mick’s silence wasn’t tense or suffocating, if it was one thing Jim had always believed it was that actions spoke louder than words. Everyone always took Mick’s silence the wrong way thinking that he was angry or antisocial, or whatever ridiculous thoughts people could conjure up, but Jim and his band mates knew better. In fact it was quite the opposite with him, he in truth loved Mick’s silent nature finding comfort and maybe a sense of peace from time to time. He didn’t have to be anyone but himself when he was with Mick, and Mick expected nothing in return, yet Jim made sure to always put his silent friend first.

The few times when Mick did speak he would always listen intently to each word the big man said and always made sure to give an honest opinion on what he thought.

Jim paused violently in his thoughts instantly figuring out what he had been doing. He had…Been thinking about Mick...Almost reverently…And it wasn’t natural. You weren't supposed to think so fondly about a close male friend, especially one such as Mick. If Mick knew he had been thinking that shit, he would have come after Jim for sure. But then he also realized he had completely forgotten about Cristina and smiled at the thought.

He raised a large hand to wipe away his tears then reached for the shampoo on the ledge. He popped the top open and breathed in the soothing scent of orange blossoms. Alright he even had to admit it was it was a bit girlish to enjoy the scent of shampoo but…Everyone had to have at least one dirty secret that they never wanted anyone to know about, and in this case this was definitely a secret he never wanted anyone to know about.

He loved the scent of orange blossoms….

After the last thought the then proceeded to squeeze a decent amount into his palm and lathered the shampoo throughout his long hair, after-ward rinsing out all the soap under the spray. Next he needed to clean his grungy feeling body with, get this…Mango scented body wash. After he was all rinsed and cleaned off he turned the taps off and then slid open the stall door reaching to grab a large fluffy blue hotel towel wrapping it around his slender waist then reaching for his clothes…

Shit.

He had been so caught up in his riotous emotions and thoughts of Mick that he had forgotten to get a clean pair of clothes. And the only way he could get some was to go out into their shared room and get some out of his bag ultimately having to face Mick.

Great…

Well there was no way in hell he was putting on his other dirty clothes so swallowing his pride and nervousness he slowly opened the door, ready to face whatever the big guitarist had to throw at him…

Only to find Mick fast asleep half on and off his bed. Jim grinned at the site of the usually intimidating guitarist sprawled out still in his clothes. Mick had his head tiled off to one side some of his long raven tresses falling in his face, getting tangled in his scruffy goatee which he was currently growing out. One arm was thrown over his eyes the dark letters that spelled ‘Seven’ boldly apparent against tanned skin the other resting over his solidly built stomach, fingers curled into his black shirt. His legs lay hanging over the bed still clad in baggy black knees-length jeans and his calf length laced combat boots which rested on the floor.

Silently Jim padded over to the sleeping guitarist kneeling, his towel clad form, down next to Mick’s legs: doing something that nobody, even their band mates, would ever think of doing in a million years.

Starting at the top of the left boot he slowly started to unlace the knot, loosening it enough to gently pull it off leaving behind a foot clad now in only a knee length black sock. He repeated the same action with the other foot. Okay now that he had accomplished the damn near impossible it was time for the next suicidal step.

The socks.

Slowly he reached out to take the top of the left sock and slowly pulled it down exposing lightly hair-dusted tanned skin, he did the same with the other but as he pulled it down he felt the warm skin under him shiver slightly and froze.

Quickly he looked up to see with relief that Mick was still sleeping, the large guitarist had merely shifted his position and now lay half curled on his side facing Jim, his face etched with a serene expression, his full lips curled into a faint smile, that shockingly sent an unknown jolt through Jim. It was rare for Mick to look so truly exposed, with his guard down and it was a sight to behold.

Jim shook his head quickly finishing with the sock. He carefully put Mick’s boots next to his bed, placing his socks into his boots. Quickly he stood clutching his slipping towel to himself walking over to his duffel bag reaching out to get a pair of clean black boxers and black cotton pyjama bottoms.

Walking back over to the bathroom and once again shutting the door behind him, he undid towel, drying the rest of his wet skin. Slipping on his boxers and pyjama pants he walked over to the now unfogged mirror looking carefully at his features. His dark eyes were still a bit red and swollen from crying earlier but he looked alright now. He raked a hand through his brownish-blond tresses.

‘I really need to get around dying my hair again.’ Jim thought.

He would probably go for a really dark brown or possibly black like Mick’s. He smiled again at his thoughts. He had to admit he loved the colour of Mick’s hair, those deep raven tresses hanging down straight past his shoulders. Jim had let his hair grow out over the past year and a half and it was now down to just above his shoulders, he thought he looked better with the longer hair, the other’s had. Mick had merely smirked upon seeing his friends newly grown hair, commenting: “It looks better when you grow it long, you should keep it that way.”

Jim’s heart strangely fluttered at the old comment. Suddenly yawning and feeling like the weight of the world was just waiting to come crashing down on his shoulder’s Jim quickly brushed his teeth and combed out the knots through his thick wavy hair, deciding to put it up in a ponytail for the night.

Jim turned the light to the bathroom off and quietly opened the door. Quickly he went over and turned out the lights leaving only the shimmering silvery rays of moonlight to filter through the curtains. Turning back the covers to his bed he went to slip in until he paused and turned to his still sleeping friend. Mick had yet again switched has position drawing up his long legs onto the bed his covers tangled by his feet. Jim silently pulled the covers up to his friend’s chest. Finally he went over and slid underneath the cool covers of his own bed scowling at the fact that he had to scrunch his large frame onto the bed. Damn hotel beds they were too small for his large height.

His eyelids grew heavier the moment his head hit the pillow and he willingly surrendered to sleep and the heartache and bad memories it brought with it, unaware of the silent blue eyes that watched him from across the room…
Better in Time
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So I was in Wales for a week (from Aug 13th to Aug 20th), I had a really good time :D
 Visited family, got to see Barry Island! Saw how big all the shops were, spent some money. It was amazing really :aww:

On another note, my premium is gone :P
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  • Listening to: Motionless in White
It was a lie, everything. I couldn't take it though, I wasn't good enough for for him - no, I wasn't good enough for anyone. I could never love enough, I deserved to be alone; the texts were fake of course, but no-one had to know. He had moved on. No-one cared to ask why I hadn't, I was the cheat after all.

I split us up, I caused the band to fall apart too. I was self-destructive, I am a liar. Not a cheat, but they could think what they wanted; it was best that he saw me as that too. Even though I never expected a goodbye from him, it hurt to see his stuff gone...Only a note to show that he was even there, the pictures looked like ghosts now.

It was hard seeing him happy, I immersed myself with work; even pushed my friends-my brothers away. I didn't expect that to get his attention, the phone-calls shook me at first, I soon ignored them too. My focus was to not screw up another band. I needed him though, but he wasn't mine any more; he was shining, I couldn't shit all over that.

Knowing that today, we were in the same hotel together; it made my stomach turn, as the night continued undisturbed, I began to immerse myself. Promises forgot. He promised that he'd stay forever, liar. I promised that I'd never slip again. Clean, calm, collected...

Lost.

Liar!

I thought about his happy face, with his boyfriend and I'm alone, it fitted; I deserved it. Everything only looked worse as I continued to drink, a knock at the door startled me, I answered it without thinking. There he stood, perfect as always. Me? Drunk, fat, tired; covered in fading scars...Ugly, unwanted.

And he kissed me. I didn't react for a moment, then all those horrible thoughts made me push him away, "Joey." He spoke so quietly, softly. Did his boyfriend know he was here? He reached out and I slapped his hand away; he didn't need me.

"Don't touch me!" I tried to scream, but I wasn't much louder than him, and he hugged me, I cried. I cried so hard that I was sure that I'd run out of tears, "G-Go away, Wednesday."

He just hugged me tighter, idiot, "Never again. I know the truth now, I'm yours if you want me."

I sniffled, I didn't understand him; I was a liar...Except one thing, "I love you. Forever."

"I can never let that go. I lied too, I'm sorry. I love you, very much. Forgive me?" Wednesday spoke so calmly, my anger died; I was his, he was mine. We belonged together.

I shook my head, "There's nothing to forgive." I let Wednesday pick me up. He closed the door, then we laid in my bed together; cuddling, happy...Loved. Forgiven. No more hiding now.
The Reason I Breathe is You -Part. 2-
This is a sequel to "Who's David?" Even though that was only supposed to be a OneShot. I got feels, so I just had to write this.

I still can't write endings

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and alcohol abuse

Disclaimer:
 ©Joseph Poole ("Wednesday 13") to himself.©
©Nathan "Joey" Jordison to himself.©
©Story line and idea to me.©

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Officially 20 now o:

Had suck a good day hanging out with my bff :)

I got:

:bulletpurple: The Crow (film)
:bulletgreen: Battleship (game)
:bulletred: Chocolate Bar
:bulletblue: Money
:bulletblack: Charm bracelet

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  • Listening to: Pompeii - Bastille

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Wow! :wow: Thanks for all the faves to my Loki-x-Reader story Hypnotizer! :heart: I'm thrilled that you liked it!! :iconbrohugplz:
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo: 


It's October 11th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year! 


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Thanx for adding my work to your collection, Jimothy!  :D
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