#but i'm just feeling kinda sad here tonight? i don't really know how to explain it

[luckheist]

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#ooc ↳ mox #negativity tw #i normally try to stay positive and happy on the dash #but i'm just feeling kinda sad here tonight? i don't really know how to explain it #there are people i miss a lot and connections i wish i could make #and i know it's my own fucking fault don't get me wrong #but it doesn't change that i genuinely cared about people #and have had to grieve losing people that meant a lot to me #i'm hoping a shower helps the mood a bit because i'm excited to write and interact

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Fuck The Rules- Mindy Meeks-Martin

Word Count: 1.2K

Synopsis: It's your last night alive and you only have one mission: fuck Mindy Meeks-Martin.

Consists of: Gender neutral AFAB reader, mentions of death, mentions of murder, brief mention of knives, brief mention of guns, brief mention of drugs and alcohol, reader is so sickeningly in love with Mindy, a little asphyxiation, reader and Mindy make out

Here it is, the long awaited end of the world, or the end of Woodsboro at least. And what's the best way to say goodbye? A giant house party apparently. It's supposedly "For Wes" but I've never seen half these people in the same room as him when he was alive, and we only toasted to him once before people went back to their typical house party nonsense: hooking up, smoking, and smashing shit.

But I'm here too so you'd think that says something about me too, makes me hypocritical for critiquing my peers. But I'm here for one reason, and one reason only. And that reason happens to have curly black hair, a highly eccentric personality, and the most animated reactions ever known to man, Mindy Meeks-Martin.

Now I've never actually talked to Mindy, but there's something about the feeling of the end that pushes you to take chances. Even before the killings, I knew now was the time to get bold, it is senior year after all. Now that my high school career as well as my literal life may be ending, it truly is now or never.

Mindy is sitting in the living room, loudly commentating on the scene in Stab where Randy explains "The Rules." She's so immersed in it, probably a combination of her love for movies and her admiration for her uncle, but maybe because a part of her thinks these rules could truly come in clutch now. Maybe she's prepping for survival. I come over and sit next to her in the most casual way I can. Not too close, but not far away enough for someone else to squeeze in between us, I'd gotten tripped up too many times before, I had to have a fool proof plan this time.

But to my surprise, Mindy speaks to me, "You ready to die tonight?" she asks with a smile completely inappropriate for the question. If it was anyone else, I might even be weirded out. But it was Mindy, and she asked me a question.

"Oh yeah, I have a special request for the killer of how I wanna die," I smile back at her, copying her way of sitting, leaning back against the couch.

"Well do tell!"

"Well, I don't just wanna be stabbed, or shot, or any of that other boring shit. I want something interesting-"

"Like Tatum in the garage door?" she cuts me off.

"Exactly! Just like that. But not exactly that, still something new. If I have to get killed here like tens of people before, I'd definitely like to have something that sets my murder apart from the others."

"Oh so you're one of those people that try to be different," she rolls her eyes playfully, "attention seeker."

"And you're not? Sitting here at the center of the party yelling at the TV. If anything it seems like you're the attention seeker."

"I don't need to seek attention, people look at me anyways. You especially," Mindy scoots closer to me now, resting her head on her arm propped up on the back of the couch. She looks at me intensely.

"I-I don't-" I start, feeling myself getting ready to back out. But then I remember, last chance. I'm never gonna have Mindy Meeks-Martin this close to me ever again, hell we both might be dead by tomorrow. Now or never, "It's hard not to, a pretty girl like you."

"You think I'm pretty?" she bats her eyelashes rapidly and plays with her hair. She knows this. When you look like she does you have to know.

"You're gorgeous," I continue.

She comes even closer, her face inches away from mine, "You are too. I didn't know if you'd ever grow the balls to come talk to me. It made me kinda sad, honestly. I could've fucked you years ago."

"W-what?" and there goes my composure.

"I could've fucked you years ago," she says slower, really wanting me to understand, "But now I can't. So sad," she pouts, shaking her head.

"Why not?"

"Rule number one, darling, "Never have sex" especially not in this spooky ass house, you know this is where the original act three went down."

I, in fact, did not know that. But having knowledge of it now, doesn't make my pussy throb any less for her. If anything it makes everything feel more necessary, more urgent. I urgently needed to see Mindy Meeks-Martin naked.

"Those rules aren't always true though. Sidney had sex. In this "spooky ass house" no less, and she's still standing."

"Yes because Sidney Prescott is a freak of nature, the most special of cases. We're not Sid."

"Speak for yourself."

She lets out a breathy laugh, "If you have sex you could die. You want me so bad that you'd risk it?"

"What if I did?" I challenge her, making the gap between our faces smaller and smaller.

"I'm not gonna let you get me caught up," she puts both her hands up in defense, "You really think you can fight the rules?"

"I think you'd really like to see me try," I lean all the way in, pressing my lips against Mindy's gently, fighting every urge in my body to stick my tongue in her mouth right away. But once again, Mindy beats me to it, her tongue already exploring every corner of my mouth. She grabs my face with both hands, and brings the rest of her body closer, she's almost straddling me. Mindy kisses like she's hungry. As if she's been starving and I'm her first meal in weeks. My body feels hot all over, my skin is burning, every hair on my body is standing straight up. I feel like I'm not even in my own body right now, like I've floated away to what I can only assume to be heaven because Mindy is kissing me right now, and it's better than every dream I've ever had.

I'm not really sure what to do with my hands. I want to touch her of course, but I'm not entirely sure where the best place would be right now. The waist is a given, but Mindy doesn't seem like the kind of girl that'd like that. It'd be awkward to hold her face because she's already holding mine. My thoughts are immediately swiped away as she grabs my hand and places it in her hair. I run my hands through her hair, pulling her deeper and deeper into me. We haven't stopped to breathe once, but I kinda like the dizzy feeling it gives me. I think I have a new request, death by suffocation. I can think of no better way to have my last breath than directly into Mindy Meeks-Martin's mouth.

"God, get a room Mindy!" Mindy and I pull away from each other as a loud male voice shouts in our direction. Mindy's brother Chad, plops down on the couch next to me and chirps a quick "Hi." I awkwardly wave back.

"Must you ruin EVERYTHING??" Mindy shouts at him, reaching behind me to push his head back.

"Ow!"

"You wanna go upstairs?" Mindy looks to me and grabs my hand. I almost faint right then and there. She just had her tongue shoved down my throat but hand holding is when I lose it.

"What about the rules?" I ask her. I'm teasing again, but in the back of my head I'm also saying this to create an escape route for either of us, for me mostly.

"Fuck the rules," she pulls both of us up and after I nod to her she leads me away. Her and Chad flip each other off as we climb up the stairs.

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Part 2 coming soon!

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[froggywritesstuff]

jerk | mike wheeler

pairings: Mike Wheeler x g/n!reader

warnings: Mike's a bitch in this cause why not, swearing

request: Hey can I please suggest one where it’s a Mike wheeler x reader and Mike acts like he hates them because he is worried that if he doesn’t hate them he will admit his feelings so one day he walks in on them crying and feels horrible

A/N: 18+ readers DNI.

The cafeteria was buzzing, students laughing and chatting with one another, the teens sitting with Eddie Munson ignoring the disgusted stares from everyone else, being used to it by now. The Party members were talking and laughing with one another as usual, all except for the dark haired Wheeler boy, who sat looking rather blue at the table, his head looking down at his lunch tray, picking at the food with his plastic fork.

"Wheeler, what's going on?" Mike's head shot up at Eddie's familiar voice, "You look all sad. You better not be like that for the campaign tonight." he remarked, receiving a cheer from the rest of the party at the mention of the campaign.

"Nah, it's nothing." he lied, dropping his gaze back down to the mushy food on his tray.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Someone's just sad that Y/N's not here today."

Mike's cheeks burned bright red, "No I'm not!" he denied.

The teens at the table all snickered and laughed at Mike's flustered expression, Eddie being the exception, who just furrowed his brows together in confusion.

"Y/N? By the way you always glare and roll your eyes at them, I assumed you just hated them."

Mike nodded at Eddie, "That's because I do hate them." he urged, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.

"Sure you do," Dustin mumbled, rolling his eyes, "That's why you keep looking at them with heart eyes, 'oh Y/N, I don't know how to express my feelings around you so I'll just be mean to you instead, but I really really like you.'" he mocked, earning a death glare from Mike.

"That's not funny, Dustin." 

Lucas snickered, "It's kinda funny."

Mike rolled his eyes, standing up from the table, forgetting about the crappy cafeteria slop people called food. It was the last thing on his mind. He ignored the calls from Lucas and Dustin attempting to apologise and exited the cafeteria. Mike made his way outside the building, striding toward the old wall phone in front of the building, mainly used for kids when their parents forget to pick them up or when people are just bored, but Mike had other intentions.

He hastily dialled the number he had engraved in his brain, brought the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. The dial tone ran through the phone for what felt like an eternity, before the beep sounded. 

"Piece of shit," Mike hissed, slamming the phone back in its place. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. How was he supposed to go with his day now? He needed to see you. At least hear your voice. It was driving him crazy with you not there.

Mike could barely focus the rest of the school day, his mind racing with thoughts. Make that one thought. After all, he could only bring himself to think about you.

The second the bell rang for home-time, Mike sped out of school, no time to explain to Lucas and Dustin what the hell he was doing. He wasn't even sure what he was doing himself. Though he knew what he wanted to do. See you.

He sped down the streets on his bike, wind flipping in his hair, too pumped up on adrenaline to care about his legs burning from how fast he was going. He almost missed your house he was going so fast, and almost crashed into your mailbox. OR he might've crashed. Again, he was too pumped up to care.

He hurried to your front door, pounding his fist on the wood almost a hundred times, before someone finally answered.

"Who the hell are you and why are you trying to break down our door?!”

”Is Y/N here?” he asked breathlessly, only just realising he could’ve paced himself a bit more. He realised the person at the door was one of your parents and he definitely should’ve made a better first impression, but he didn’t have time to care.

”Huh?”

”Is Y/N here?!”

”Yeah. Are you part of their dnd team or something.”

”Party. Dnd party- yes.”

“I bet they’ll probably wanna talk to you then.” they said, opening their further to let Mike in.

”Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, practically sprinting inside.

”I doubt they wanna tell me. You’ll probably have better luck.”

Mike had his doubts about that, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Thanks,” he said, sprinting off to your room.

He hadn’t been to your house in ages; he almost forgot where it was. That thought alone made him feel even worse than he already did.

When he made it to your room he knocked, anxiously waiting for your reply.

”Come in,” you called.

Mike practically burst through the door at your words, but reality hit him like a brick when he saw your confused expression, and he realised he had no idea what he was doing.

”Mike?” he just stood there, not having the slightest clue of what to say, “what are you doing here?”

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, trying his best to form words, “I. Uh… you weren’t at school today, I wanted to check if you were ok.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The Mike Wheeler you thought you knew wouldn’t give a shit about your well-being. You thought he’d be jumping for joy when you weren’t there, “What does that mean?”

Mike took a breath, “I was just worried,” he walked further in your room, before noticing your face shiny with tears, “shit Y/N, have you been crying.”

You resisted the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing that’d just confirm his suspicions. “No.” 

“Yes you have. Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

"Nothing." you pressed, not wanting him to know.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not."

"Bullshit."

"Fuck you."

"What?" Mike heard what you said perfectly fine. He didn't care if you had to curse him out for hours; he just wanted to know what was wrong.

You rolled your eyes, "I said 'fuck you'."

"Why?"

You stared at him in pure disbelief, "Why? Mike, you have been the biggest fucking asshole to me for months!" you continued when Mike stared at you like an idiot, "You're always rolling your eyes whenever I talk, I catch you death staring me, and whenever I try to ask you what I did wrong you just fucking ran away." Hearing you say that, he realised that was probably a dumb move. "A-and now you're here asking me why I'm crying and not going to the campaign tonight? It's fucking confusing."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a jerk to you. I just..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

You stared blankly at him, "What?"

"I-" he cut himself off with a groan, holding his head in his head, "I don't think of you as my friend, Y/N."

Despite your eye roll, you still felt your heart pang at Mike's words. "You made that clear."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He didn't know why he could never have a normal conversation with you. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I, ugh. I like you." he blurted out, immediately feeling his cheeks go red.

You stared at him, "What?"

"I like you Y/N. Not in a friend way."

You felt your heart rate quicken as you began to realise what he was talking about, "Like in a Max and Lucas way?"

He nodded, "And that's not an excuse for how I was acting, I just didn't know how else to deal with it cause I know you don't like me that way, and being a jerk was the only thing I knew I could do. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, I know how to be a jerk."

You stared at Mike for a while, gathering up all your thoughts before you spoke, "You're wrong Mike."

"What? I wasn't a jerk?"

"No," you furrowed your brows, "You were definitely a jerk. You're wrong cause you said I don't like you."

Mike froze. "Huh?"

"I like you too Mike. When you're not acting like a jerk though, so fucking stop that."

"Oh." he sighed in relief, cheeks burning bright red. "I was not expecting that."

"Yeah, because you're also an idiot."

buy me a coffee <3

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[morgansunflower]

No Matter What

Bruce Wayne X Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Alfred Pennyworth X daughter! Reader(not by blood)

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, water breaking and nudity.

Words:1416

Jason was her son, her little boy. She discovers he's alive before her husband could tell her, he had kept a secret from her.

"Y/N.." I slapped Bruce's face outraged

"how dare you?! Do you have any idea how much you've.." I started crying "how much.. You hurt me"

"I--" I step back away from him as reached for me

"don't.. Don't touch me.. I can't even look at you"

2 months later

-"Wayne residents this is Alfred Pennyworth speaking"

"hey Alfred"

-"Y/N?!"

"yeah, it's me.. Sorry I haven't been in touch lately.. Things have been.. Kinda crazy lately"

"forgive my tone. My dear, where are you? Are you alright? I haven't heard from you since.. "

"I, I know.. uhhh, I'm ok. I was hoping you could get me ah ride to my place... I'm in the women's & children's building at the hospital"

-"good gracious child, what have you done? How severe are your injuries? I'll be there right away!"

He hung up before I could explain. I then call the lantern's telling him that I won't be able to come to work for quite a while. I hear knocking on the outer wall.

"come in"

Alfred steps in "good evening Ms Y/N.. And my new little grandchild whom I've just discovered exists"

"I really wanted to tell you sooner. I'm sorry you found out this way I should have told you" I said with ah sad smile, he was practically my dad. "I can't imagine how angry you must be with me"

"I have never experienced anger. Unless Bruce neglects to sleep or neglects to tend to himself. Indeed you should have.. I could have been preparing the nursery, in my minimal time"

Alfred steps in further he takes my hand and gently smiled.

"who all knows of the delightful new bundle?"

"as of now just you, Hal, John.. Probably the entire Lantern crops by now and me"

"I see, you have had your bags packed to return home" Alfred said with genuine delight.

"Alfred... I... Can't"

"you must. I can fully emphasize that you are still in pain but you'll be safer at the Manor"

I shake my head, I'm going to start to cry "Bruce... He..."

"loves his wife" Alfred assured. "he was trying to spare you pain. I know precisely how you feel regarding Jason"

My eyes welp up into tears "just.. Please not tonight... I can't"

"no need for tears.. alright I suppose that would be fine" Alfred said.

Alfred and I went to my apartment. He carried my bags inside. I step in and close the door behind me. I turn the lights on. The house was a bit messy. I see Alfred's head spinning.

"sorry about the mess.. you don't have to clean my house Alfred.. I'll probably clean up in the morning"

"Ms Y/N I am delighted to clean your temporary living quarters, for you"

I softly chuckle. "only if you want to stress clean.. I'm going to go take ah shower"

"very well, I will be right here when you are done"

I nodded "thank you"

I left to take a shower. I strip down my clothes in the bathroom. My breast were swollen, my abdomen was definitely bigger. I was so consumed with heartbreak at Bruce for lying to me and consumed with the Lantern Corps.. I didn't see what was right in front of me. After my shower I change into my pajamas and robe. I lay on my bed for ah moment. How am I supposed to tell Bruce? I feel my tears falling. I feel a soft knock on the door.

"Mrs Wayne.. Are you alright?" Alfred asked

"I'm okay.. You can go home Alfred" I said my voice shaking. "thank you for helping me today.. I've missed you"

He opened the door, with a platter of food in his hands. I genuinely smiled drying my tears. I sit upward and cross my legs. Alfred puts the platter on my bed.

"please don't leave" I pleaded

He gently smiled and lays on the bed against the pillows.

"thank you" I gratefully said

I take a bite to eat and take a shaky breath. I wanted to cry out my pain and hope Alfred would have some advice to save me...to save my marriage.

"I'm sorry but can I?.." I stammer

"please speak whatever is on your mind" he said relieved.

"... what am I supposed to do Alfred? Is it wrong of me to be feeling what I'm feeling?" I started crying, I stutter trying to stay strong

"do not think that you are absurd for feeling betrayed Ms Y/N" Alfred stated

"thank you! I know that he was trying to protect my heart but I am human and I am... So angry at him"

"you have every right to be"

I feel my eyes shake "Jason is my son.. I should have known he was back, the moment that he did"

Alfred takes my hand with a heartfelt smile. Sometimes I forget he's my husband's butler and not my dad.

"I do not expect you to forgive Bruce so easily. I only advise you to come home. The Manor has many rooms to which he may sleep in until he fixes what was broken between the both of you"

".. Tomorrow. While he's at work.." I can't look at him right now. I can't bear the thought of us fighting right now. "you can stay though"

"I suppose that would be fine" he said with a kind smile.

".. you want to watch TV?" I asked needing to get my mind off of tomorrow.

Alfred kindly nodded. He turned on the TV onto an old movie. I laid down on my side with my head laid on a pillow. Alfred rest his back on the pillows. I close, my eyes.... Days later everyone was thrilled I was back home though I hadn't seen much of Bruce since I've been home. I'm due in one week. The Braxton hicks contractions have been suddenly appearing and then disappearing. I step into my bathroom and lock the door behind me. I strip down my clothes. My baby began to kick. I gently rub my bump. I softly sigh. I started my bath. I step inside and rest my head on rim of the tub. Afterwards I get out of the tub. I instantly grip the countertop, OWWW!!!

"DAMMIT!!" I winced

The doorknob turned but was, locked so it wouldn't open "Y/N darling I'm coming in, you're hurting"

"go away" I sigh heavily the contraction easing.

"Y/N you're in pain please allow me to come in"

"I.. I don't want you to see me like this" I feel my eyes shaking.

"darling I've seen you naked before" he further argued

"this.. Is.. Different"

"Y/N" he pleaded.

"fine" I sigh defeated

The door unlocked and opens. Bruce steps in and I hear him stay in place.

"you look beautiful" he compliments with a hint of lust.

"don't" I can't do this

He takes my arms laying over his shoulders. He rubbed soothing circles on my back. He takes me back into our room and sits me on the bed. He takes one of his shirts and puts it on me. He grabs a my panties and helps me put them on. I sit back onto the bed as he kneels down beside me.

"I should've been a better husband Y/N" he said kneeling down beside me. "I want to be a better spouse to you, I love you"

I couldn't look at him because I'd break. He moves to touch me but stops. He sighs laying his head on his hand with his elbow rested on the bed.

"this is my fault. J-Jason is not the same boy we adopted Y/N. He hates me for not killing Joker. He won't listen to me" Bruce's voice became heavy with emotion. "I was trying.. I didn't want you to feel what I do.. Please forgive me"

I touch his face it was in that moment I forgave him. He was taken aback by my affection.

"come here" he raised up stopping in front of my face.

I kiss him letting our lips dance together, I feel my tears falling from the deeply emotional moment. I then unfortunately feel the need to pee.

"I need to-"

He quickly understood and helps me stand, I couldn't hold it. Water gushes down my legs. Bruce's eyes went wide. I then realized the Braxton hicks were real contractions.. I'm in labor. Damian is ready to see us.

#Angst #Crying #Pregnant! Reader #Unborn Damian Wayne #baby damian wayne #Damian Wayne is Reader's blood son #Pregnant #Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader #Bruce Wayne X Reader #heavy hurt #Bathing #Nudity #forgiveness #water breaking

[fullstcp]

"Glory Days" by Little Mix Sentence Starters

SHOUT OUT TO MY EX

"This is a shout out to my ex."

"Heard he's/she's/they're in love with some other chick/guy."

"That hurt me, I'll admit."

"Forget that, boy/girl, I'm over it."

"I hope he's/she's/they're getting better sex."

"I hope she/he/they ain't faking it like I did, babe."

"Took four long years to call it quits."

"Guess I should say thank you for the 'hate yous' and the tattoos."

"Ain't sure I loved you, anyway."

"You're really quite the man/woman."

"You made my heartbreak and that made me who I am."

"Hey, look at me now!"

"I'm all the way up, I swear you'll never bring me down."

"I deleted all your pics."

"I blocked your number from my phone."

"You took all you could get, but you ain't getting this love no more."

"I snapped right back, I'm so brand new."

"Read my lips, I'm over you."

TOUCH

"You and I and nobody else."

"I'm feeling feelings I've never felt."

"It's the way you got me under your spell."

"Don't you keep it all to yourself."

"Just a touch of your love is enough."

"I promise to keep this a secret, I'll never tell."

"And now my whole week is golden."

"I'm not afraid to fade into emotions."

"I know that this could be something real."

REGGAETÓN LENTO

"I know it's crazy."

"I feel like you could be the one that I've been chasing in my dreams."

"There's nobody in here that comes close to you."

"I wish that this could last forever."

"Every second by your side is heaven."

"Don't you know you're playing with fire tonight?"

F.U.

"All damn night, I was here waiting."

"I know you were with her/him/them."

"I know that you kissed her/him/them."

"Had my breakup speech ready, then you kiss my face."

"It's the way you persuade me."

"I hate you, really hate you."

"My momma said I shouldn't date you."

"I don't wanna be friends."

"Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?"

"All my friends say I'm a sucker."

"Can't explain, it's complicated."

"I wish you were dead till you take me to bed."

"I'll get my revenge, take my key to your Benz."

"Right before I say that it's the end, you sweet talk me again."

"I wanna say 'screw you'."

"I practice my lines in the mirror."

"Then you smile, that's my killer."

"So I say 'love you'."

"Cause you're drop dead gorgeous."

"Cupid ain't coming to warn us."

POWER

"You should know, I'm the one who's in control."

"I got the power."

"Hold up, my turn."

"Got you thinking that I'm all innocent."

"Just wait till I get you home."

NO MORE SAD SONGS

"I keep trying, nothing's working."

"I still wanna know if you're alone."

"I keep trying to put this behind me."

"I still wanna know who's taking you home."

"For tonight, I'm gonna get my mind off it."

"Don't care where I go."

"Just can't be alone."

"They'll never know me like you used to know me."

"I still got you on my mind."

"I will only hurt myself trying to hurt you."

OOPS

"You woke up in my bed."

"We broke up, we're better off as friends."

"Now I accidentally need you."

"I don't know what to do."

"Oops, baby, I love you."

"I messed around and got caught up with you."

"I've got these feelings like there's nothing new."

"Now I can't get enough of you."

"I don't know how long I can wait."

"This could be my greatest mistake."

"We had a good run."

"We messed around and had some good fun."

"Guess it turns out I lost a good one."

"Now I'm wishing every morning would come with you next to me."

"If it was up to me, I would take a time machine to the day I said goodbye."

"So can we try again?"

"No, don't you tell me goodbye."

YOU GOTTA NOT

"Is that what you call flirting?"

"I don't get paid to babysit no one."

"I'm out here looking for the one to love."

"And everybody warned me."

"But you're kinda hot, so I thought 'why not'?"

DOWN & DIRTY

"If we only got one night, forget about the world outside."

"I don't ask the mirror, I know I'm the fairest."

"I'm bringing the fire so call me Daenerys."

"They wanna know who I'm sneaking into my place."

"They don't need to know."

"No one's business how I play."

"I know you heard me."

"Everybody get down."

YOUR LOVE

"If I ain't got nothing, least I got you."

"Come and kiss me for the first time."

"That's what your love makes me feel like."

"Let's pack up and run away, just me and you."

"There ain't no heartache you can't undo."

"Take my hand, baby, please."

NOBODY LIKE YOU

"I'm alive, if living's just a beating heart."

"We won't admit we've taken it too far."

"I know it's love."

"I will always be the first to start making up excuses when it hurts."

"I'm alone again."

"All I want is to feel again."

"There's nobody like you."

"I've tried 'goodbye' a hundred times, not one of them true."

"I'm screaming 'i don't want you,' but you know that I do."

"You only see me when my guard is down."

"It's wrong, and I hate that it's the truth."

"I only like myself when I'm with you."

"All you left me with was scars."

"And that's the hardest part."

PRIVATE SHOW

"You got my adrenaline pumping when you stand so close."

"We don't need a reason."

"I got a feeling, that soon we'll be leaving."

"You had me at hello."

"You're the only one that's taking me home."

"Put your kisses on my lips."

"We ain't here for playing these games."

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

"Sometimes, we take it too far going at the deep end."

"No matter what the deal, babe, you know that I'll be there."

"Can't let nobody's words be the why we ain't speaking."

"Too much is not enough."

"Nothing else matters like us."

"Nothing else matters like love."

"I don't wanna fight, not tonight."

"You just gotta believe if it leaves that it's coming back around."

"Look at us now, still you and me."

"We've come so far."

"So when you coming around?"

"I don't want nobody else."

"I got you all to myself."

IF I GET MY WAY

"I don't wanna talk about her/him/them."

"Tonight, I really wanna fix your heart."

"I can see it in your face, your heart is breaking."

"I don't wanna play her/his/their games."

"I really wanna be the one to take you home."

"Fed up of being the shoulder you cry on."

"I want to be the shoulder you lie on."

"I'll be fine, if you're mine."

"I want to be the one that you dream of."

"If I get my way, I'ma take care of you."

"I can take her/his/their place, let me get my way."

"I'm never letting go of you."

"I'ma put an end to all the waiting."

"Don't you know I try to forget about you at night?"

IS YOUR LOVE ENOUGH?

"Is your love enough?"

"It's getting late, but you don't mind it."

"One kiss, you're falling in love."

"Too much is never too much."

"Is it enough? I wanna know."

"Come on, make me believe it."

DEAR LOVER

"You look like home tonight."

"All you need is my love."

"That's all I'm asking of ya."

"I'm incapable of saving your heart this time."

"But if you wanna, I'll pretend to be you hero for just tonight."

"You've been believing there's more to this feeling. I swear, I wish there was."

"When the moment is over, we'll walk away closer."

"Maybe that's good enough."

FREAK

"You don't get these kisses for free."

"I can tell you think there's nothing wrong."

"Lipstick on your shirt, so don't make it worse lying to me."

"Now watch me set the tone."

"You'll be sleeping in the bed alone."

"You ain't making a fool of me."

"I got two sides of me."

"I ain't playing games no more."

"Listen to me, now it's critical."

"Get your story straight."

"I can wait all night for sure."

"I won't forgive you for your mistakes."

"Don't try to turn this around."

"It's too late."

"There's emotions you ain't seen."

"I can be your nightmare or your queen."

"Go ahead, bad boy, live your dream."

"Don't come crawling back to me."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme) #when there was me and queue (queue)

[crazyf0rswayze]

Johnny Cade: Love Poem

JOHNNYS POV

"Ponyboy?" I asked 

"Yes Johnnycakes?" Pony replied walking over

"So y-you know how I like y/n...yea well I wanted to asked her out...but i-i wanted to write a poem to ask her out...a-and tell her how I feel. But I don't know how to write a poem...." I explained

"Ok! I'll help you then." Ponyboy said, taking a seat next to me

"Ok...so I would start off with some things you like about her. So make a list, and then we'll word it so it rhymes" Ponyboy explained to me. He wrote poems for school alot, so that's why I came to him first

"W-well she look really pretty when she wears plaid...l-like flannels and stuff" I said

"Ok! Yes great. That's a nice start" Ponyboy said to me enthusiastically

"Sh-shes really beautiful...and she makes me go mad. Hey! Hey ...plaid and mad kinda rhyme" I said excited that I was getting a good start

"Yea... yea it does Johnny" Pony said...a little shocked that I was catching on quick

"And...I see her...i-im....GLAD! Glad rhymes" I said, as I started writing everything down

"Mmmmm....and...when she cries...I get ......SAD! Sad rhymes "

"Wow...you're a natural! Ooh, so I learned what an Olympiad is, and it's those four years between olympic games! You could say something like....'for you i would wait thousands of Olympiads'" Pony suggested

"Yea...thanks. I didn't know that" I said

"Hey, you learn something new everyday "

"PONYBOY, GET READY FOR BED" Darry yelled out from his room

"OK DAR....GIVE ME A MINUTE IM HELPING JOHNNY WITH SOMETHING " Ponyboy shouted back 

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT....NOT TOO LATE OK?" 

"OK DARRY! THANKS" Ponyboy yelled out

"Ok...where were we-" Ponyboy said looking down at my paper with shock. In the few seconds that he was looking away, I had started to form the poem. Ponyboy leaned over my shoulder so he could see what I was writing.

"Johnny, that's really good! I like how you mentioned Robert Frost's poem 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'!" 

"T-thanks. Do you think y/n's gonna like it?" I asked worriedly

"Yea! I think she's gonna love it! I gotta get ready for bed ok? But I'll help you in the morning if you need me to" 

"Ok!" I replied focusing on my love poem

Ponyboy patted my back as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

'youre a beautiful lad

And you look wonderful in plaid

Your looks made me go mad

And you not being next to me makes me sad

For you, I would wait thousands of Olympiads 

And they say 'nothing gold can stay'

Yet you're standing right here'

I yawned as I read over what I had. Gosh...I should go to bed. Just in case Y/n came and stayed at the Curtis house tonight, I gave the notebook I was writing in to Ponyboy to keep in his dresser drawer

"Mmmmhhmm whats that" I heard Sodapop ask

"Nothin'" Ponyboy responded. I think Sodapop was too tired to question it because all he did was groan tiredly. 'Close call Johnny' I thought to myself. 

Just then I heard the door open. It was y/n. 

"Oh..hey Johnnycakes." Y/n said  

"You ok?" I asked the girl. She looked a little spooked

"Yea Johnnycakes! Just tired. " The pretty girl replied to my question

"O-oh. Yea I get it. You can take the couch. I don't mind Darry's recliner" I offered Y/n

"Are you sure? I don't mind the recliner either" Y/n asked

"Yes. I'm sure" I reassured the girl

"Alrighty then" she said with a yawn

She went to lie down on the couch. She looked really cute when she was tired. And cuter when she was all cuddled up in the blankets. I found myself standing there looking at Y/n with heart eyes. I then went to lie down in Darry's recliner. 

"Good night Johnnycakes" y/n said in the darkness

"Good night Y/n" I replied to her. It was surprising how easily I found sleep that night.

                              IN THE MORNING

"Hey Y/n" Ponyboy said as he walked into the living room with my notebook and pen. He sat the notebook and pen down on the recliner's arm rest.

"Thanks Pony" I said with a yawn

"Mmhhmm. Hey Pony" Y/n said sleepily

I opened up the note book to continue writing my poem. 

'when I see you I'm glad

But when I see you cry I get sad

And I get mad only a tad when socs pick on a perfect lad like you

I could do better than any guy named Brad, Chad, or Vlad

You're like a beautiful dainty lily pad

My feelings for you are like a wild fire

They won't stop getting bigger

And no Valentine's card card could explain it

You're a perfect shining piece of gold 

That I know will stay'

I wrote as Ponyboy started cooking. 

"Whatcha doin' Johnnycakes" Y/n asked happily

"Nothin'" I replied 

Gosh she was so so beautiful

"Mmmm...ok" she said narrowing her eyes suspiciously

"Y/n, can you go wake up my brothers please?" Ponyboy asked Y/n kindly 

"Sure!" She said springing up 

Ponyboy walked over to me.

"When are you gonna give it to her?"

"I-i dunno." I replied

"Can I read it?" Ponyboy asked

I hesitantly handed the notebook to him. I waited for him to finish reading it for what felt like forever. I was rocking back and forth, from the balls to the heels of my feet.

"Is it good? Does it seem...wrong? Is she gonna like it? What if she doesn't?!" I asked worriedly

Ponyboy chuckled as he put his hands on my shoulders after setting down the notebook. 

"It's great, it seems perfectly right, she gonna love it, and she'd be crazy if she didn't." Ponyboy reassured me. 

I was really worried but whatever. 

"I'm gonna give it to her later today" I said confidently

"Good" Ponyboy responded

A few seconds later, Y/n walked in with Sodapop and Darry following behind. Ponyboy served everyone their food, and we all sat at the table 

"So...how'd everyone sleep" Soda said finally breaking the awkward silence

"I slept alright. Hurt my back at work yesterday, so it was a little hard to sleep" Darry responded before taking a bite of his food

"Mmm...I slept pretty good for once!" Y/n exclaimed with a smile. It made me happy that she was happy

"I slept pretty good" Ponyboy said

"Same here" I replied to Soda's question

"Howd you sleep Soda" Y/n asked, returning his question. 

"I slept good Y/n...thank you" Soda replied

I loved how social Y/n could be. It amazed me how one person could so many amazing words. I snapped out of my trance and looked down at my food, and took a few bites. I felt eyes staring at me. And I felt heat rising up my neck. I looked up at Y/n to find her gazing at me. As soon as I looked up she looked away. I finished up my food, and brought mine and Y/n's plate to the sink. What a gentleman I am! I was really glad these feeling flowed both ways. So now, it wouldn't be as bad giving her the poem. 

"Y-y/n...i-i have something for you" I said after she and I sat back down in the living room. Ponyboy, Darry and Soda were playing cards.

"Really?!" She said excited

"Y-yea here" 

I handed her the folded price of paper. She opened it and started reading. I read it with her, since she was right beside me, so close out legs and shoulders were touching.

"Mmhmm" she hummed out as she read.

She giggled a little, hopefully happy little giggles, not laughing at how odd it might sound.

"Aaawww Johnny!" She said happily 

"D-d-do you like it? Was it bad?!" I questioned her

"Gosh Johnny! I-its perfect? I like how you complimented me, talked about you feelings, and added in mentions of your favorite poem all in one piece of writing!" 

"Th-thanks Y/n" I replied

"It's so beautiful...just like you!" Y/n said, slyly complimenting me.

"Y-you think I'm beautiful?" I asked

"Yes I do!"

"Th-thanks!" I said.

She leaned her body into me, and cuddled up against my body. I don't really know what to do, but Sodapop told me that Sandy liked it when he ran his fingers through her hair, so that's what I did to Y/n. 

"Mmmhhmmm" she hummed out happily. I guess she liked when I ran my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, I noticed, and soon enough her breathing slowed. She fell asleep....I really didn't know what to do. 

"Sodapop! Sodapop! Ssooddaaa!" I whisper yelled. 

He walked in the room...

"What do you wa-" he said 

"Oh..." He said seeing Y/n asleep on me

"I don't know what to do...Soda what do I do. Just sit here or carry her to bed?" 

"Your best bet is to sit as still as possible...that's what I do when that happens" 

"O-ok" I said

"You'll get used to it the more it happens" Soda said as the other boys walked in to get him to continue their game

"SOD-"

"Shut up! She's sleeping" Soda said, cutting Ponyboy off. 

"Sorry" Ponyboy said in a whisper

"Uuuhhhhgggg" Y/n groaned out

"Shut. Up. Guys" I warned them all.

"Ok, ok. We're gonna continue our game. Call if you need anything." Darry said

"Real quick can one of you grab me a glass of water...please?" I asked quietly

"Yea" Darry said walking to get me a glass of water.

"Th-thanks Dar" I said

"No problem kid." He replied 

This was the best morning I've had so far. Y/n being happy, and feeling good, her loving the little poem, her falling asleep on me, even if it was a little uncomfortable. I continued running my fingers lightly through my girl's hair. 

"Mmmhhhmmm, I love you so much Johnny" Y/n said. I immediately went red. 

"I-i love you too Y/n" I said. I really, really meant it.

She quickly fell back into a deep sleep. After she did, I lightly kissed her head. 

Really...best. Morning. EVER!

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #fanfic #greaser #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade #kks writings

[thinkingofausername]

@redwingedwhump *in a grave voice* It's time.

Get comfy cause the commentary continues and I've got time on my hands.

Chapter seven

Conroy waking Harrow up with a slap? Beautiful. Effective. Kinda hilarious, honestly.

Descriptions are as perfect as always. Simple but they paint a clear picture in your head. I can see Harrow strung up in that cell so well I might as well be in there with him.

Conroy, a purifier, also being a healer? Immaculate irony.

Harrow slowly noticing all the changes on him, the way he was handled whilst unconscious? Chills, at just the thought of experiencing that.

"I've never bowed to any god and I don't intend to start with yours." OH MY GOD???? Iconic as ever, Harrow.

Harrow taunting and getting slashed across the face? I find that more funny than I should, probably. (him not immediately registering the pain was a beautiful addition)

"There go my plans for tonight." I LOVE THIS SELF-DETRIMENTAL FOOL SO MUCH.

"What? You're asking me??" Harrow, baby, you're the cult leader here, who else would he be asking??? lol

Harrow getting choked is as fun as always.

Conroy being as skilled as he is at his job never fails to give me goosebumps. I can't even imagine the things he knows about the human body and how he could morbidly use them to his advantage.

Harrow straight up getting butchered, god damn.

"Shall we begin again?" GOD DAMN. Harrow, I'll bow in your place, cause this is straight up devastating.

Chapter 8

"It was a heady rush, like strong wine." I love this line so much.

For someone who enjoyed power so much to be stuck in a null space? Sounds terrifying.

Harrow flinching as the door opens and hating himself for it? AAAAAAAA.

"It was strangely surreal to feel something that wasn't hurting him." *sobs*

Harrow letting some bitterness seep through as he speaks to Emmet? Beautiful.

Harrow being subtly strict and clear about not wanting to talk about his burn scars? I love it.

Harrow not caring about the food possibly being drugged nor about Emmet wiping his face because he's so starved that's all he can focus on? Gorgeous.

Emmet promising the water isn't drugged and Harrow thanking him for it? That's so soft and sad I wanna cry.

Harrow letting Emmet blindfold him? He's so soft with that kid istg.

Chapter nine.

"You're making a good start of the day, Harrow." Said right after he was beaten and thrown on the floor like a sack of flower.

Harrow being blindfolded, naked, barefoot, collared and chained and pretty much dragged across cold stone? Literal chills down my spine.

AND HERE IS THE RACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - the one and only, infamous, legendary, iconic miss "Broke Harrow Of The Ashmadai". This scene started a movement and a revolution istg.

The fact Harrow was begging before he was even put on the rack is just beautiful.

Conroy never fails to impress and terrify me. He really gives you a glimpse of the Devil himself. Calmly explaining in a matter-of-fact way, exactly what's about to happen to you. He knows it so well because he's done it plenty times, caused pain to countless people, and you're about to be just one of them. Hearing of what's coming still is nowhere near enough to prepare you.

The desperation, agony, terror on Harrow's end and nothing but a stone cold attitude from Conroy are actually so chilling it's insane.

Chapter ten

Harrow waking up and remembering the events of last night and promptly throwing up? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I can't even fathom what it would be like to remember the feeling of your shoulders and knees being ripped from their sockets. I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it.

Harrow having to kneel on freshly healed knees, which were healed with a magic unsuited and painful for his body? God DAMN Conroy's relentless.

Conroy holding Harrow's cheek gently and stroking his hair? My GOD I feel sick. The trauma that would cause (and has) is absolutely insane. I can't imagine how Harrow could ever accept kindness and gentleness, let alone touch, after that.

The closeness, forced intimacy... I felt sick reading that for the first time and I still do. The number of things Conroy has ruined and defiled for Harrow is insane. The things meant to be done by a lover, a close and trusted person, those same things done by the man torturing and breaking you? Red, this is a masterpiece of trauma.

Conroy controlling Harrow's breathing? aaaaaaaaaaa. Harrow crying beneath the blindfold? AAAAAAAAAAAA.

Chapter eleven

Conroy casually talking about a painting as Harrow is strung up and open and struggling is just... a masterpiece. A Masterpiece. A clear, beautiful and eerie picture is engraved in my brain.

Harrow fainting and waking up to being strangled, again and again? OH MY GOD, RED.

"The throat is quite delicate, you know. Lifeblood, voice, breath, and spine are all there... all so easily crushed." I don't know why but I find this so beautiful. I've thought about these lines long after I saw them the first time. It's just so beautifully and visually phrased.

"Don't die of your pride - Beg, Harrow!" OH MY GODDDD?????? THIS LINE!!!!!!!! It literally encapsulated pretty much the whole story and point of it. It all comes down to that... Harrow's pride and all the ways it's ruined him.

Harrow losing his voice after being strangled is such a gorgeous thing - literal whumperflies.

Chapter twelve

Harrow realizing no one is coming, no one will know or care when he dies? I'M LITERALLY CRYING.

Red introducing us to the gods and goddesses through Harrow's recollection? Clever and useful.

"Don't think of burning. Fire is mine." Harrow comforting himself and escaping painful memories by reminding himself of his (maybe former) power is so saddening to me, for some reason.

Harrow curling up under the blanket and being left alone for the day? Thank god he got some reprieve but also I wanna cry at the mental image.

to be continued...

#whump #captivity whump #fantasy #dnd

[1nephthys]

Last car ride

Summary: Steve and y/n need to say their last goodbye and it's much harder than both of them thought before.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x y/n

Warnings: kinda sad, my awful English

Word count: 1.1k

Steve and y/n had a relationship almost all teenagers could only dream about. They had been together since freshman year and now they were month after graduation. At that point, they were unseparable. Or at least that was what everyone thought.

One thing in their relationship they both loved the most were their night car rides. Since Steve got his driver license he was taking y/n almost every night to drive somewhere. They explored every single place in Hawkins, saw the most amazing sunsets and sunrises from the boy's car. Sometimes they just talk. Sometimes y/n cried because of the rude costumes she needed to handle even when she already had a terrible day. Sometimes Steve cried because Dustin and the rest of the group got on his nerves a little bit too much. Sometimes they were stargazing and y/n explained Steve where specific constellation was and even though poor guy had no idea what the girl was talking about, he just loved listen to her while she talked with so much passion. Sometimes they were having sex (also really passionate in Steve liking).

But they both knew tonight was different. Steve drove to their favorite place, near the forest. Usually the way was filled with talking laughing or even little stolen gazed. Tonight y/n was sitting straight, looking at the road as well as Steve. They both knew they needed to talk. But also none of them wanted to start this conversation.

Steve parked the car and looked over at the girl beside him.He signed as she was still staring at the trees ahead of them.The silence in the car terrifies both of them, but it's easier to deal with it than to say one word that would start the talk.

"Look y/n-" Steve finally said but when his pretty girl looked at him, he just didn't know what he wanted to say. They talked about the feature before, all the senior year they knew that they had totally different plans, but it was too hard to admit it. Maybe that was a bad decision because maybe if they did talk about this earlier, they wouldn't be here. But maybe they wanted to spend as much time as they could together before it's all broken.

"I know, Steve. I- I- I just want to go to college.And I want to leave Hawkins, all the shit that happened here. Will and El moved away and I want to do the same." Y/h/c girl finally admitted.

Steve wanted to keep her here with him, but he couldn't. He couldn't be that selfish, knowing how dangerous this town was. He wanted to keep her safe and if it meant the need to let her go - he would do that.

"I know, I really do and I understand your decision. But I just can't leave. I feel like this is my place on earth. Will and El moved but Dustin, Lucas and Max are still there. And it may sound ridiculous but they need someone to take care of them." Brown eyed boy put his hand on y/n thigh as he continued. "I love you, okay? And I probably always will but I can't leave with you." At that point, they were both crying, y/n connected her fingers with Steve's and played with them.

She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. They both knew what that meant.They just sat there for some time, which felt like long hours, when in reality it was just fifteen minutes.

"I'm not sure if I want to live without you." Y/n spoke again, she was scared to tell him that because even after those years together, she was still afraid to talk about her feelings - even with him.

"I'm so sure you should. Hell, you are so smart and talented, you will make whatever college you are going to get higher in rankings. And we both know how dangerous this place is, I can't even count how many times one of us was close to being dead.And I really don't want you to die." He squished a girl hand, as always when he wanted to tell her he was there. "Y/n, you were- you are the love of my life-"

"-stop." Before Steve could continue she started sobbing. She didn't want him to keep saying he love her. She knew that and it was making all of it so much harder. "Promise me you are not going to die." Maybe that sounded stupid but as y/n stared at her boyfriend's eyes with tears on her cheeks, he knew she was serious.

"I promise you that when you come here for Christmas, holidays or whenever you want I will still be here.Whenever you want to talk." The boy secured her.They knew damn well that letters existed and they could try long-distance relationships but it scared both of them. They just know how busy life gets in college, not to mention how busy it is when you fighting monsters.

"Okay" Girl slowly nodded, looking at her hands as she tried to calm down, she wasn't able to look at the boy besides her, knowing damn well that she would burn out in tears again at their second eyes meet.

"C'mon." Steve said after he looked at the sky ahead of them.He quickly step out of the car and go to the other side to open the door for girls.

The sky was too pretty and the stars look too lovely for that painful night.

He offered y/n his hand, she looked at it and after a moment grabbed it. He helped her to get on the hood of the car and then get on it himself. It was almost like every other night. Both of them again sitting on this stupid hood, Steve's hands behind y/n's back. They stared at the wide and almost black sky. It was so calm, even though it was still Hawkins.

For a moment, Steve felt like it was all normal again. That they were going to sit there for a while, then y/n would say that they need to come back because she had school the next day and they came back to this car in fourteen hours to drive somewhere again. And y/n felt the same way. Like he was going to drive her home and kiss her so passionately on her porch. Tears were slowly rolling down their cheeks but none of them said anything. They just tried to enjoy this moment, since it's probably their last car ride.

A/n. It's first time I public anything I wrote on the internet so I'm sorry if it's shitty. Feel free to comment. I hope you enjoyed it. ~ Nephi

#steve harrington imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve Harrington x y/n

[charmixpower]

Rewatching season 1 (and actually paying attention to Sky to figure out what the fuck everyone is talking about): Part 4

EP 16:

Icy what is that demented baby you just made?

Musa is sad :(, I'm taking this one comment as more of a joke than an actual barb

Flora's face I'm screaming

Tecna and Flora know tf is up

FUCK THAT DEMENTED BABY IS CREEPY LOOKING

Ok it's fart less creepy now that's it's evolved

DO A SLUMBER PARTY GIRLS

Musa sees her mother in her dream then calls out for Riven?? Did she see him too?

NEVER MIND THE CREATURE GOT MORE TERRIFYING

Tecna being lost in the Internet/too much data makes so much sense if her magic doesn't function properly bc it's synthetic. Ignore me and my headcanons

The Flora Stan's are winning in this ep

Stella: Maybe Musa can cheer you up! I don't feel so good right now

Bloom: but Stella, at least you know who your parents are

Stella: Yeah, I know who they are, but they don't care much about me. The king and queen of Solaria! But princess Stella? Brought up like a perfect stranger

Everyone: *reacts rightfully horrified*

Stella, realizing she accidentally admitted a negative emotions: Hey! Why all the long faces? I'm way over by now

*Points at Stella* THATS EMOTIONAL NEGLECT

If she was brought up like a perfect stranger that sorta implies that she was raised by strangers, like a revolving door of maids that never stuck around long enough for her to form a connection one

That explains literally all of her attention seeking behaviors, and her tendancy to quickly form intense relationships (one day and she was already ride or die for Bloom)

With the way ONLY her dad shows up to her princess ball, Luna is probably FAR more neglectful than Radius

Stella: the only time they seem to notice me is when I bring home a bad report card

This might be more about Luna than Radius, because he at least shows up to important milestones in her life. He's not good at being there for Stella but he's at least physically present

Stella: so now I get to dream about my parents *shiver*

Bloom: oh poor Stella *laughter*

Odd reaction but this show has never taken Stella's neglect seriously so expected

Flora did her final on this she really should of been able to save her by now

Why the fuck aren't they screaming in terror???? This thing is fucking horrifying

Flora doesn't wanna leave her gf

Musa's powers have a disco theme

She dresses hip-hop, she sings pop, her focus instrument is classical, and her attacks are disco

Musa is a woman of many talents

Icy: I don't know by the looks of things I think you could still beat us, even if your all split up

Is she being sarcastic?? Or sincere??

Good middle of the night Faragona, thank you for FINALLY doing something about these murderous bitches

I love how the whole school is out here sksjfjsn Musa woke them all up

Musa: hi Kiko.... I don't even know what to say except your such a good bunny

I'm crying 💗💓💞💓💘💓💞💓💝💓

Stormy: at least the weather is kinda nice tonight

It's always raining on Stormy's planet, confirmed

"thanks to you I just had the humiliation of being scolded by Griselda"

LMAO GRIFFIN IS SUCH A CHILD THAT SHE GETS SCOLDED BY GRISLEDA I LOVE IT

Shut up, I'm taking custody of Griselda from the writers, she's getting a character arc

I wonder where the Trix are gonna like....live from now??

OH HEY THE NEXT EPISODE IS THE ONE I BARELY PAID ATTENTION TOO YESS

EP 17:

The RF music played and I looked up expecting to see Riven doing something stupid.....that's what the RF theme means to me oml

These mfs are just beating the fuck out of eachother. I mean yeah?? But it's really funny

...d-dragons... You think??? You think because Bloom = Dragon, but not just any Dragon. Dragon god. That she can just??? Control them??????

They're having an exhibition....for their first and second years?????? Shouldn't this be for third and fourth years only?

Well maybe first and second years are excluded, and third, fourth, and fifth can go???? 5 year highschool??

Idfk

Stella: I completely trust our fairy flower child!

If she's letting Flora fuck with her hair then yes she does

"When it comes to your emotions Bloom, your an open book!"

Stella 🤝 Kiko

Call him dammit

If Sky gets replaced with Darcy in CT, he'd still need to be there in CT for the plot to work. Darcy only being able to slide in for the big moment

Still Sky would be confused as fuck

"Simple, their evil they get a kick out of hunting other people."

Propaganda!! Prop-Propaganda!!~

(I love that song)

Oh my god shit dick actually does have a picture of Dia in his room while he's talking to Bloom fkwbdnsjdns

Someone needs a redemption arc!

*re-tools s2 to be about Skloom ""drama"" (not the dumb and nonsensical kind) about him being a cheater trying to redeem himself*

Tbh I'm thinking that Riven and Musa don't go home for the summer so they have time to bond during those months, so I can move them getting together in s2 earlier than the season finale....and move Skloom back from the s1 finale to slightly before the s2 finale??? Bc trust isn't fixed that easily!!! You have to build it up as a friend first!! Then we can think about romance!!!

("what about the trust between Riven and Musa?" You might ask. Darcy is a lot more low key, so Musa never ends up chased and nearly murdered while evil!Riven doesn't do shit lol. That and Musa was one of the few people who realized that Riven wasn't acting like himself...she knew)

All of this while Stella and Brandon get back together at the s1 finale and just watch the shit show.... Brandon being a certified Sky apologist every now and then

Timmy.....knows....

Wait a fucking second, if Timmy knows about Dia he probably knows that Sky and Brandon swapped— TIMMY FUCKING KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?!

"about the girl that I've got to marry, I don't want to, I love Bloom!"

Honestly with the way that Sky dislikes Riven for being a dick to the people around him, and the way he grates against his parents, it absolutely isn't surprising that he doesn't like Diaspro who is 80% classism by volume

He feelings are definitely a little more complicated because they were literally raised together, and that level of having to rely on someone would mix things up, but this isn't surprising

The big problem is being a fucking coward that doesn't want to take responsibility for the bad things he does

Timmy: how about open and honest communication?

Sky: fake my own death, got it

Riven....heard....them talking....and THIS HE DIDN'T SNITCH TO DARCY ABOUT???

Oh my god Riven is such an ineffectual villain it's actually hilarious

Riven lying here like he didn't have a crush on Bloom for the first half of s1....ok

LMAO, several things:

1) Riven is so obviously lying it hurts. Like, Darcy has attempted to kill Bloom and they *go to different schools. Darcy don't know shit about Bloom

2) Riven has been around Bloom before. He knows this is dumb, he's well aware that no one who's meet Bloom before would believe this bullshit

3) Sky is well aware that Riven has a grudge against him and Bloom, and that everything he says will be heavily biased

4) Sky takes this shit PERSONALLY

Riven is terrible at coming up with real things to insult people over, and Sky doesn't understand the concept of not feeding trolls. This amazing

Imagine getting your ass beat by some one that believes in trickle down economics, I would never emotionally recover

Brandon literally dragging Sky off of Riven...... "Dude, we can't get another fuckin mark on our transcript—"

Brandon checking on Sky and Riven 👀

He's such a good guy, but also Brandon will see the most pathetic asshole in the room, sigh, and start dragging them to a better life while working on his apologetics

I'm not wrong!!!!

He does if for Riven both in the beginning of s1 and in s2, and he's always doing it for Sky

Brandon is one of those people who likes poor little meow meows

"you know after you've started dating Darcy, that woman that's attempted to murder us and Bloom multiple times, you've become a real pain"

Oh my god, Brandon is trying to convince Riven he's being manipulated and used... He's the only one here with a fucking brain. Brandon once again up for the "only man ever" award

Ok...points to Griffin for mastering the art of passive aggression, unfortunately Faragona is immune

MUSA'S FLUTE!!! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP SHES SO CUTE!!!!

Bloom is so...idk the word for it, but how adamant she is about breaking and entering is weird

The girls are like, fine, well help you break and enter

3d animation nfnendnsns ah

I know Erendor is supposed to be taller than Samara, but that's objectively wrong. Samara IS much taller than her manlit of a husband

I can't explain, she has the vibes of a tall person, and he has the ones of a short person

Diaspro looks like she's talking to that hologram of Sky...like a phone call. That's definitely unintentional

Dia is so fucking pretty, like goddamn, she's pretty

"And I absolutely forbid you form looking at my boyfriend."

Ok....excuse me Diaspro but wasnt the whole point that Sky and Brandon were told to switch identities because assassin??? We're you not informed of this??? Are you not putting his life in jeopardy by walking around with a picture of Sky and openly calling him your boyfriend???? Do you just not care??? None of this makes any sense love ❤️

"Honey? Are you listening to me?" UM. FUCKING WHAT??

THAT WAS A PHONE CALL?????

Are you telling me that Sky put it on mute and stood stock still so Bloom would assume he was just a picture??? AND IT WORKED?????

OH MY GOD

I had to take a break to stop laughing oh my fucking god these idiots

Bloom: Sky is a cheater?

Bloom: no! It's Darcy

I just—does Bloom not see her walking with royalty and official guards? Darcy would have to try REALLY HARD, to trick them. Just saying

Stella bragging about Brandon to the annoyance of Musa and Tecna my beloved

"There the richest royals in the whole dimension!"

Eraklyon is space Britain/Usa confirmed, with all the baggage that comes with that

"I still don't know if your heart beats more for your good looking prince, or the cash he's got"

Musa taking offense, for obvious (and kinda rightful) reasons

"Beauty is wasted If not surrounded by beautiful things!"

She take my money~ when I'm in neeeddd~

Diaspro is so fucking pretty I cannot get over how pretty she is, like goddamn

Diaspro just believes this random ass girl.....ok

God Dia looks good as hell with her cape

Fuck I'm sorry, I cannot shut up about how pretty she is

Why do one of the guards get to sit down

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IM LOSING MY MIND LOOK AT HER FACE

Bloom just knocks this man tf out

......Bloom is so steadfast in her convictions. Low self esteem in herself but a lot of confidence in her actions

BLOOM JUST FUCKING ATTACKED DIA NOOOOOOOO

DIA IS A BITCH BUT SHE WAS LITERALLY JUST STANDING THERE AND YOU NEARLY SET HER ON FIRE

Oh my god Dia is so classicist, she does need a good fight but not like this girlie, please

Timmy: please don't kill eachother in front of the audience

The dragons in this show never look how you expect dragons to look. Bitch that is a hydra with one head, I cannot explain

Why are they color coded

Omg I love my girls they're so fucking nosey. They won't even fly up do they can each see at once

Diaspro's transformation is very low key compared to her personality

She's looks so angry with this beautiful music, they don't understand Dia at all

Bloom: you know when Darcy transformed into Stella she couldn't change the color of her magic and she couldn't transformation

Bloom, watching Dia transform: obviously she just got better at it

Wouldn't it be fucked up if Bloom realized in that moment they Dia was, quite obviously, not Darcy but whoops now Dia is pissed and wants blood

Diaspro said FUCK MAGIC, ran up to Bloom and fucking grabbed her omg I love it here

Actually this spell Diaspro is using looks a lot like how Darcy kept Stella constrained......and Dia's magic seems to be purple. That would explain why Bloom doesn't realize

Ok but Diaspro is really not keeping this lie up at all

I think Dia's transformation is a little too close to her civilian form... Slight redesign might be necessary

Shouldn't the king and Queen be looking for Dia at this point

This is the only episode that understands that Sky and Riven are as petty as eachother

Riven says fuck it, imma get expelled. Ok this has got to be Darcy poking at him

These Dragons are like robots with Wii motion controls, I'm laughing incessantly

How the fuck did Dia and Bloom make it under the fucking arena????? Did they go down the stairs?? I'm crying

Riven: oh fuck yeah, a distraction

Sky: oh fuck no, the consequences of my actions

It looks like Dia has the twin ponytails that Musa has in her s4 fruity music bar look

"Goodness! This girl is nuts"

Tru, in all fairness, your also nuts

Brandon, watching this: ohhhhh, Sky is fucked

Sky is just standing there slack jawed as everything goes to shit is really funny

Diaspro really doesn't know that Sky and Brandon switched names?????? Did no one fucking tell her???? What the fuck is going on????

Sky walks past Dia and she looks so fucking upset, omg

Bloom just kinda collapses...

*Picks up Sky and shakes him around* I have a new pet meow meow, I can't believe there was another one right in front of my eyes and I never noticed

I stg the show says that it was the king and queen that set up the name change, but no one in this episode gives a flying fuck about keeping the ruse up

Brandon: you see what I mean when I say that your stupid shit gets ME in hot water

Riven probably has popcorn at this point

Stella is MADDDDD

Bro she's fucking growling

Bloom gets sad but Stella gets angry

Idk why s4 thinks Stella is slow to fight or doesn't get pissed. Yes she prefers to hide her negative emotions behind laugher and joy, but girl does anger hard when she feels like it

What do you mean when Sky needed help? You mean the Riven bullshit?

Brandon forgets that not everyone knows that Riven is pretty harmless

Stella: sooooo~ who's going to help me plan murder~

Musa: me!!! Me!!!!

Tecna: I already have a place to hide the bodies

Flora: no silly, let's just feed them to my plants 💚

EP 18:

"the one sure thing in her life wasn't real"

Don't fucking diss Stella like that

You think Stella has a revenge dress? Like?? It's fashion and spiteful. Not on the level of like what spawned the concept, but Stella would absolutely use clothes to make a point

It can be only boy shit that making her leave, probably the public embarrassment too

Stella is so angry on Bloom's behalf

Stella is either sad AF or angry AF and there is no in-between

Bloom wouldn't give up her dream that easily, but she'd absolutely make a split second decision to run away

I think transforming and magic in general has to take fuck ton of energy, bc that's the only reason these characters avoid it so hard. I need to see them losing magic in the middle of a fight to properly sell it tho

I can't believe she'd give up her friends over some fuck ass boy

BLOOM CAN TELEPORT?!

"You've made your choice and we respect your decision" everyone shut the fuck up I love Mike so goddamn much, he's a fucking dad y'all

Bloom should totally set her on fire

Bloom dress landscapes!!!!

Fragona acting like it's everyone's personal business what Bloom does. Like I know that she knows that Bloom is the main character, but no one else does bestie

Stella: then I'm going to bring her back!

Icy: she doesn't belong at Alfea, but she doesn't belong here either

Icy explaining the Domino plot before it even happens

Bloom channeling her inner chaos gremlin

The Trix attacked her parents. God this has got to be in the top ten most traumatizing things that has happened to Bloom. Period. End stament.

At this point, Bloom should be able to EASILY take Knut. Oh she did... Why didn't the Trix expect that

Do you think the earth people notice this?

That has got to be Darcy's powers....the vortex her parents are thrown into

Icy explaining everything...and for what? Actually, I think Icy just likes monologuing. She loves that energy

You know? After emotionally torturing her and nearly killing her parents....then repeatedly attacking her while she's down. I don't think any other villain would even approach the level of hatred and fear Bloom feels for the Trix in this moment. I think Valtor would come the closest (blinding Aisha for the fear, killing Daphne for the hatred), but it would be a little damped because that's the third time something like this has happened and this is the first so it would be more raw

Holy shit Bloom has been beaten unconscious and Icy is fucking grabbing at her, this is so creepy (but like in a good way that brings me into the story)

Icy is definitely a little obessed with Bloom and that makes their nemesis status so much scarier. Imagine the person that nearly killed you and your parents being obsessed with you???

Valtor's terrifying stalker connection with Bloom has nothing on Icy's obsession

Bloom goes though the batter with a new stalker every year in s1-3

Hyper empathy is annoying bc a children's show with the worlds worst writing will make me start crying

I cannot help myself!!! What the Trix (esp Icy) is doing to Bloom is just so awful, I need Bloom to get a hug stat

Ahhhh this is such good villain writing, I love the Trix as villains rn, and I also want to see Bloom get bloody revenge

Ok but Bloom having her powers physically ripped out her body must of been so painful

Top 5 most traumatizing days for Bloom right here

Bloomy ;-;

Ok but I am genuinely crying and it is very annoying, why am I like thisssss

EP 19:

They only took part of Bloom's power right? Bc Bloom can get back into Alfea

I love it when Flora has grumpy faces

Grisleda mind your fucking business

🥺 Grisleda being naturally scary but not intending to scare the girls 🥺🥺🥺 she made Bloom tea

This is the only version of Griselda, I have a character arc planned

Fragona: no I know

The LOOK Girselda gives Faragona when she admits that she's been a fucking lying liar to Bloom is impeccable

Grisleda is NOT impressed

Bloom is actually going to attack Fragona and I'm p sure Grisleda would let her

Faragona: OHHHHH, I've done fucked up

Fixing Griffins personality so she's an adult has to be one the first things I do jfc

Stormy is so fucking over board with her attacks. She's such an amazing villain, out of all of them she's the one I love to watch/hate the most. I root for her defeat and have fun watching her have fun and the same time

(OMG KAREN!! ONE OF MY FAVORITE WITCHES!!! 23:40!!! MY GIRL!!!)

Wait if Stormy = chaotic evil

Then does?

Icy = lawful evil

Darcy = neutral evil

Or

Icy = neutral evil

Darcy = lawful evil

????

I lean more towards the first one

Stormy is truly the best pure evil villain in this show. Icy is better for plot reasons, but Stormy's fun is just so contagious it's just fun to watch her

Griffin flinched away from the Trix after they threatened her students......Grisleda would never, anyways

Darcy is the one taking care of the army of decay....ok but what if Griffin is telling the truth, no one CAN control the army. It ends up controlling you. The Trix are blinded by hubris or something, and they were defeated before this could happen to them

Faragona: instead of sending a magic camera to CT, let's just wait

Sky repeatedly calling Bloom.....

It's dedicated at least, he could learn to read the room tho

THE ONE TIME RIVEN CHOOSES NOT TO JUST CONTACT DARCY MENTALLY

Tbh the show should of leaned into the Sky Riven rivalry to highlight how similar they are before the cheating this as like a little early warning system

Doesn't Riven know that the Trix have been kicked out

Riven is so loud, and agressive, motherfucker they have magic. Lighting hurts. Cool your jets

Riven: Attacking and nearly killing people is fine, but I draw the line at sitting on a teacher's desk

I think this is the only time Stormy does the nail slice thing and it's on Riven....they had to be some kind of friends while Riven was unaware

"you were fundamental to our success!" He was?

Did Darcy literally summon him here just so they could mock him and throw him into a dungeon??

Riven really thinks he can fight someone with magic

I'd decribe Darcy more as a spider than a snake

Disbursal magic like Musa's wouldn't be that effective, but incineration like Bloom and Stella would be

But, they'd have to be separated before they could be incinerated

That is all

Oh god thoese things are covering the school quickly..... They're not big enough to really hurt yet but that must be terrifying for the freshmen

Those fuckers definitely nearly killed someone, hopefully everyone could transform :(

"I'll teach you that next year" ok but Palladium my beloved????

FARAGONA WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN YOUR OFFICE

Cutting them apart should not do much of anything. You'd need to disintegrate the smaller ones

Her hair

How the fuck with Diaspro know that shit is going down at RF? If she does, them why aren't more planets reacting to this??? You'd think Solaria, and more, would send people to save their princes and princesses??? Right???

Was Dia just sticking around after everything to demand answers from Sky?

Dia really said "don't be silly, your a prince. Let these peasants fight for you!" Like she doesn't live in the magical dimension

Diaspro just glares and leaves hmm

Anyways why isn't the whole magical dimension reacting to this? The Trix must of done something to outer planet communication right?

They'd probably attack the magical cell towers and electricity plants to stop people from escaping

Teleportation is a high level skill and they're had to be a military on magix's but they're probably more concerned with saving the city that the Trix are also attacking than the schools

OH!!

Unless the Trix isolate the magical schools???

EP 20:

They should really plan to consolidate troops

Knut: this is no place for us anymore

.....and what, pray tell, made you finally realize that?

Darcy would absolutely treat the army of bugs like her children

Why is Fragona not addressing the whole school?

"and that makes them utterly invincible!"

Bloom defeats Icy with only her magic Winx. She gets Enchantix later. Icy technically isn't that strong rn

This could be adequately addressed by each of the Trix needing multiple people to take them done (one taking on the full Winx club + Griselda, one being taken on by Griffin + Faragona + Saladin, ect) something like that

Fragonda is just guessing at this point

Important question, but why aren't they consolidating power between schools? RF and Alfea should be moving together rn

Bloom must be having an emotional moment here on Domino

Bloom hugging Tecna, "oh Tecna your so great", we love it

Are the Trix fucking with the girls on Domino??

Knut...how are you just realizing this

These schools have barely any students, these are some tiny ass schools

My favorite part about Winx is that it's actually hard to do spot the main character bc all of the background characters look weird as fuck too

Brandon looks a bit like an extra compared to most of these guys

Why doesn't Knut work at RF if that was the first place he thought to go

Why didn't they bring out the dragons sooner....why were the dragons just left in there

Icy made a ice dragon....dragon fire maybe doesn't inherently mean fire powers?

These girls will do anything before transformation

omg little heart shapes!!!!

#winx club #winx musa #winx flora #winx tecna #winx stella #winx bloom #winx riven #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx mirta #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy #winx trix #rus chatters #winx season 1 #winx diaspro #rus liveblogs

[yaaay-propellerhat]

Day 5

Trump is furious. He's spent the entire day drafting up ideas on paper, then crumpling them up and throwing them away.

"People having fucking KEYS," he spits. Another paper sails into the basket. "How am I supposed to keep people out if they have KEYS? I'm literally, like, four feet tall. And he talked about my siblings so NOW I have no idea if he's going to be going after them por venganza, as payback..."

He looks at his bruise again. It's still mostly red, but it's starting to purple.

"And YOU'RE in here and I can't leave YOU alone and UGH..." he curls up and covers his eyes.

"See, the thing is, I'd ask Jeremy to watch you," he says. "But I promised. And I know he's part of the problem. I can't do that to you. But I can't ask him to watch my siblings, either. I just don't...I can't. It-"

He sighs.

"It's for me," he says. "The nightmares are better when I wake up in a pile with them. And if I have any dreams about them getting hurt, it'll help if they're right there. I want to sleep with my siblings tonight. So. I gotta figure this out."

He chews on the eraser of his pencil. After a moment, he arches his eyebrows.

"That might work."

-------------

Trump finds a large battery and some wires among Cucurucho's tools and starts fixing up a makeshift circuit.

"I can't get shocked, see?" Trump explains as he wraps bare wires around the terminals. "It just...goes into me. Feels kinda good actually. But humans can. Soooo..."

He hooks up the other ends of the wires to the doorknob.

"TA-DA! Now I'm the only one who can even TOUCH your door!"

He checks the mechanism a few times. Satisfied with his work, he crosses back to the desk and sits on the edge, facing Cucurucho.

"So..." he says. "I hung out with Jeremy earlier today. I don't know if you can hear me, but I think...I think he's actually nice. Just really really sad. He didn't mean to hurt you. It..."

He crosses his arms. "The thing about feelings and people is...sometimes people can hurt you without even meaning to. Like...my siblings. Sometimes I would start to talk about the shapes in flowers and they would tell me to shut up, or make fun of me. And they- they love me, I know they do. But it doesn't feel like it when they say stuff like that. It just hurts really really bad, and I don't know what to do with that. I get so mad sometimes. And so lonely, even when they're all around me. So I guess, just..."

He sighs.

"I read the file on what you asked them to do to you and- I guess- I just want you to know that sometimes I wish I couldn't feel either. It doesn't seem like either of us has a choice, though. But I don't actually want you to know that. Which is why I'm telling you while you're asleep."

Trump looks into Cucurucho's face, as if waiting for a response. The fact that none is coming is almost a relief this time.

"I'm still really mad at you," he says. "I don't want to be. That's a feeling I wish I didn't have. But I'm mad. You left me alone because- because you were sad and you couldn't handle it. And now I have humans grabbing me with their dirty hands and I have to choose between protecting you and cuddling my siblings and it's not fair."

He sighs, reaching out and cupping the Osito's cheek.

"But...I don't think it's your fault, either. It was your first time being that sad and...it's okay. In my chest I'm really really mad, but in my head I also know it's okay. That probably doesn't make sense. Whatever, though. You can't hear."

He stands up on the desk. "Anyway. I'm going to go to my siblings now. You'll be safe in here now. I'll see you tomorrow."

He turns the light off before leaving. Not that it matters, but it just feels right.

At the door, he turns around and hesitates.

He runs back, taking the blanket off of his bed and tucking it in around Cucurucho's shoulders. "I know. I know you don't need it. You just- looked cold," he says.

He kisses the Osito on the cheek before hurrying to the door, as if he's running from the scene of a crime.

"Goodnight."

#yaoiverse #new feelings; same hurt #standalone don’t rb #roooll credits!!!

[chaoticbritishqueen]

Things I've overheard in my 3rd year if uni:

"You got confused by the concept of a bus ticket...Londoners are weird."

"wait?! you boil your fucking chicken?!"

"I'm going to casually hate crime everyone this evening. It's okay when a gay guy does it right? It's almost charming" "it is as long as you're not being racist."

"are we saying the same thing?" "Don't worry, we're both as deaf as eachother." "Wait no, I'm actually deaf." "Holyshit i'm so sorry."

"You look energised!" "I'm not energised. It's just the nervous energy coursing through my veins."

"Wait you want to fucking hang me?!"

"no more bones for you!" "I am not a womennn" "NO MORE BONES FOR YOU!!"

"Mr blue?! why not Mrs blue?! Why not Mx blue?! WHY ARE WE GENDERING THE VAPES?!"

"what took you so long?" "I fell on my arse" "What?" "An old guy told me to go home" "Ew gross"

"Most heat escapes through our heads, that's why we have hair." "What about me? I have no hair." "Sucks to be you I guess?"

"shein Paul Mitchell tried to get me to give him a lift home and called me georgouus.... what the actual fuck."

"Freshers flu left me feeling sad with a sore throat." "Me after Saturday night's." "MATE! NO!"

"Is anyone an female woman?"

"Disabilities preventing you from being a simp."

"The problem with being a trans women, is that I love thigh high socks, so everytime I wear them I give myself an errection." "That's one way to turn yourself on tbf."

"Google maps says its 12 minutes, but I'm gay, so it will take me 8 right?" "Add headphones and it will take 5."

"I didn't have a minor panic attack when writing my review."

"The doctors took my asthma inhaler from me because I kept using it to placebo myself out of panic attacks!" "Wait, like that one scene in teen wolf?!" "Not so bullshit I found out..."

"The review is due in 11 hours and here I am playing god of war... I definitely am doing good right now everyone!"

"Mens existence ruining my outfit decisions"

"Discriminating against those with confused immune systems. Don't sit on the peanut table motherfuckers."

"I'm Mexican, I know how to survive in the wild!"

"the bottle is on your side tonight!"

"That's kinda gay, not gonna lie." "I am gay?"

"I don't love my sister enough to buy her paper chase wrapping paper. A kidney? Sure! Spending more than 1 quid on wrapping paper? Hell fucking NO!"

"You're 26?! You said you were 18?!" "I wanted to see if you'd belive me." "WHY WOULD I QUESTION YOUR AGE?! THATS FUCKIMG CREEPY" "i thought'd it be funny" "HOW IS IT FUNNY?!"

"I'll bring in a knife... and toilet roll?"

"I HAVE WATER IN MY BRAIN THANKS TO YOU!!!"

"This new year we will be preying for her nipples."

"I wanted an orgy!" "What?" "NOT WITH YOU GUYS. Obviously." "I was about to say..." "Yeah you know he's gay right?"

"STOP BURNING THE MARSHMELLOW! ITS BLACK THAT'S WRONG!" "HEY! what's wrong with black?!" "YEAH! Black is beautiful!" "NOT ON A MARSHMELLOW!!"

"I am the most British person here! Obviously." "Babe, not even your white half is British."

"My Unlce is half Jamaican." "Wait what?!" "It's quite obvious I'm not the Jamaican side of the family..."

"I had to explain to my sister she's not a quater Asian... Somehow noone told her about our biological grandma despite the fact she's named after her..."

"DOCTORS STOLE MY EAR BONES!!!"

"I have to stop eating gherkins when my heart starts beating really fast!" "Are you okay?"

"okay but why does that face give me 'moisurise me' vibes?!" "Thats what apartheid-era inbreeding does to a mf"

"Imagine actually talking to a bus driver, I pretend they don't exist and walk off." "What the actual FUCK is wrong with you you cunt. YOU SAY THANK YOU TO THE BUS DRIVERS, YOU WALNUT!"

"You've got like a bubblegum rock aesthetic going on." "Is that an insult?" "NO! it's cool!"

"No offense to either of you, but you both just gave me the gay gudgement face."

"I think gravity is acting on you and your boobs separately" "I mean issac Newton was a virgin when he discovered gravity."

"HOW WAS I MEANT TO KNOW MY TIT WOULD CAUSE A BREAKUP"

"I have been resting my head on your lap for quite some time now, you don't have any boobs." "My dude, that's called a binder."

"allow me to tube my feet on the tesco floor."

"You felt my ribcage!" "It was certainly a bonding experience"

"My hand smells like it would taste so good." "Please don't eat your hand."

"FUCK THE WHITES! They have no rights." "Xbox or people?"

"I am real straight women""Yes of course you love that man sausage." "Okay, but why did that sentance physically pain me."

"Congrats, you got a new highscore in the ace test."

"I have the eyebrows in the relationship."

"I got flash banged by a whipped cream can on the weekend!" "What the fuck?!"

"FUCK APPLEJACK!" "WHY WOULD YOU FUCK APPLEJACK?!?!?!" "NOT LIKE THAT!!"

"DON'T CAPRI SUN THE BABY!"

"Mc pickle pasta"

"I’m getting silly freaky weird tonight"

"YOU CENSORED YOUR TOES?!"Those are private." "Got to pay for those, do i?" "Yes, £5 per toe. " "Im good, respect the hussle. " "You'd get friends and family discount, Pinkie toes free with the whole set."

"Everyone is naked and dancing in your kitchen... this qualifies as a good party."

"Get back to your lesbian sex party."

"THAT LOOKS IILEGAL! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"does an earthquake mean the world is jerking off with no pay off?"

"today is the rise of the tampon king. everyone rejoice."

"All my ex gave me was an STI scare and commitment issues."

"Lesbians all know eachother!" "Hello. I am a lesbian and you do not know me. Nice to meet you!"

"I will send you a titty pic when you finish your exam." "now I'm motivated mommy."

"I will be slayed and not in the gay way."

"Day one of guessing what time you come out of the shower." "Fail. I'm fully clothed."

[dzpenumbra]

12/19/22

Rough day. Very little sleep. Wrote a very long text to my mom, trying to explain how fucked up our situation is from a 3rd person perspective, which I really need to stop doing. I guess my impulsivity takes some non-traditional forms. I impulsively try to do other peoples' therapeutic work for them. It's really not good at all.

I slept like absolute garbage. I had night terrors. I woke up freaked out, sweating, shaking, white knuckled, teeth clenched. It was bad. I only got 5 hours of sleep, I just stayed up. I chilled for a bit, tried to decompress. I smoked. I ended up listening to a lot of music and writing my music/rant thing I posted earlier.

I did the yoga again, it was even easier than last time. Such a cool feeling. Don't get me wrong, it's very difficult, but it gets easier each time which is awesome. I signed up for a 30 day yoga-at-home thing that I'm going to do starting on New Years. That was a much healthier impulse decision. And I finally stopped payments on my Minecraft server. Because that was getting fucking sad. And they demanded to know why I was cancelling my payments on my server, so I wrote "My friend decided to ditch and I couldn't find any new friends. That was like... 3 months ago... and I think I'm done renting an empty server. Sorry. I might come back if I find like-minded people."

I ordered chinese food. (It was... okay...) I got my packages from the package room when I picked it up. My new whiteboard got here, I was really excited. It's like a rolled up mat and its a big magnet so you can just stick it to the fridge. It works really well, and it's really big, like 16x24 or something. I started getting it prepped up to do a meal plan and groceries... I literally wrote the word "MEALS" and I dropped my brand new dry-erase marker. And it rolled under the fridge. And I was fucking hyperfocused on this task, I was locked the fuck in, so I was like... "welp, we're fishing this marker out now, that's what's going on." So I grabbed Max's fishing rod toy thing, laid flat on the kitchen floor and started fishing it out. And I heard someone very close to me - not sure if it was next door or underneath me - say "really, dude? come on." And I softly but audibly said "please just give me five minutes, I don't want to just give up on this."

I spent like 25 minutes trying to get this fucking pen out from under the fridge. I refused to give up. I ended up moving the entire fridge like 3 times. And I got it. I got the fucking pen. I have it right next to me. But... okay... I feel bad, because I have no awareness of how much sound I make. I have lived alone a VERY long time. I have zero perspective of how the sound that I generate carries to locations that are not... my ears... How would I know? So I try to be super, super mindful of making noise. Especially late at night. I mean, I basically tip-toe around my own apartment every night, and it's a lot of unnecessary stress. But you know, when the most common social interactions you have are being accused, blamed or yelled at... you kinda evolve to... expect it? And to do your very best to avoid it. Even if it's unlikely.

Meanwhile, the neighbors upstairs are constantly making tons of noise, and they even watched a movie tonight. And the neighbors on the other side of my kitchen wall have a dog... who barks pretty much every day. And I really don't mind it at all, but like... bro... I'm fishing a marker out from under my fridge. Like... just put a song on and you won't hear anything. Please. I really don't need to get yelled at for that. I'm still recovering from being yelled at, I'm super, super jumpy and... even this frustrated whisper just... made me emotionally curl up in a ball. And get sad. And get frustrated.

Welcome to my daily life.

On the plus side, I got my Brita filter jug thing set up, so that's cool, I hope it will encourage me to drink more water. And the box was perfectly Max-sized, so I took a blanket that used to be on my studio comfy chair and lined the box and just put it in the middle of the room and I shit you not, she has been sleeping in it all day long. She loves it. And I want to build a little frame for it and put it in the windowsill so she can get some sun in the mornings and watch the birds and squirrels outside. I think she'll love it.

Since I lost all of my to-do lists yesterday. Yep. Thanks a lot, Apple. Never fucking storing a to-do list on my phone again, I swear. Since I lost all like 4 of my to-do lists, I have been plotting to bring the whiteboards back full-force. Whiteboards strategically placed in visible and highly trafficked areas around my house have been my #1 most effective tool for executive functioning. By leaps and bounds. Paper lists get lost. Phone apps... I have to remember to open them, or I just get so numb to the notification vibrations that I just ignore them. But if I walk past a gigantic fuck-off whiteboard every day and train myself to check in with it? No way I'm missing that. And this has worked historically for extended periods of time.

So I got the little one set up. It used to be for meals and groceries, but since I have the fridge one now... this small one is going to be a visible reminder for Repeat Projects. I want to put it right above my monitor. So if it's work time and I don't have a project I'm actively working on... I have a list of 10 things I can start working on. Shape/polish stones, wrap stones, carve wooden beads, weave cordage, wood carving, tarot study, sketchdaily, poetry/lyrics, poetry illustration (for my book), and clothing art. So if I'm not locked in on a project that day, I have a wide variety of inspiration sitting visibly in a location I go to every morning. Seems like it'll work well.

And I just finished working on the BIG whiteboard. I didn't make a lot of progress. I don't have a system. I used to do like... a grid, with spaces to check things off. Stream, exercise, socialize, edit, shit like that. I'm tempted to do like... a symbol system or something? But I'm just... I'm drawing a blank on what to even put on it. I want to track yoga, meditation, maybe even have space for like... checking in with my vitals: food, water, sleep, confidence. And I want to allocate space for like... breaking my big-scale projects into smaller chunks, and giving myself the option of recording those small chunks as daily accomplishments, as well as progress towards big goals. Like the poetry book, I need to brainstorm illustrations for it, look for like... how the fuck you even get started publishing, what you do... then, do that... And actually do the illustrations too. So... a LOT of steps in there. But if I break it down into tiny things, like "decide if I want illustrations for every piece or just a few." Or "find out one thing I can do to move the process of getting published forward." That's something I can and will definitely tackle. So having those visible right next to my daily/weekly accomplishment log feels like a very good psychological association to make.

I am ridiculously tired. I've been nodding off all day but never slept. If I had a futon, I would have passed out on it today, 100%.

No plan for tomorrow, I need to breathe and shed the pressure a bit, I'm still very raw and discombobulated. So my plan is to... prep for when it's time to add structure. Then, when I get my strength back, I have the tools I need to get shit done.

But I really need to get to the grocery store soon, I'm getting super low on food and this delivery shit is insanely expensive.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

Oh shoot mb for this long ass novel of a post... not only went into a complete tangent I was also preeeeetty high up until recently. Well. Not recent. I am still high buut I think it's been 4 hours since and usually around this time aint too fussy. But yeh uh I have a bad habit of oveeexplaining when high... as you can see 💀💀💀

But yeah this is about 3 hours of high explaining why I'm taking a break from my normal trip report format so shits a wall o text

Atp.. I'm temporarily abandoning my typical format as the shit gets worse/more emotionally driven I either forget to write it all out or just plain don't want to. And I mean. This shit is for me. What would be the point of stressing a specific way of documenting the shit you know? Can just. Switch. And keep it moving. Not like it bothers me fr fr

Uh but. Since my last entry I think I've had a combined mid 3k rangeish of dph. Not toooo bad given my track record but still I know it's only been a few days since my last proper entry not the best either

Currently off a 450 dose so my saltiness won't be too obvious + I'll be to high to get too too upset about whatever other bs comes alone tonight. I'd take more but I'm saving a 200 for the ride home and I end up taking entirely too much on the ride here so I gotta be kinda conservative with my doses now 🥲

Lots of stuff at once. Lots. I don't even know where to begin as far as what's been on my mind. Just so much.. recently I've been crying pretty much every night. Some of it cause of one specific thing I'm thinking on and others just out of pure overwhelment. I'm guessing within the last like.. monthish and a half the longest I've gone w/o has been 4 days

It's annoying to hide tbh as I've been doing it more I've also been more confident in my ability to hide it meaninggg more tears/reaction. Still not horrible horrible but I have a hard time stopping til I'm tired tired so it usually equals a loooooong ass time sobbing or wanting to escalate it further and shaking from how hard I have to stifle myself. I even cried on this trip actually. Me and my mom shared a bed cause a cousin spent a night in the hotel and not thinking of how light of a sleeper she is I accidentally woke her up a few times from how hard I was shaking. I felt so bad oml I hope to god she was still mostly in sleep mode 🙃

Uh anyway. This is really random but I made this post cause today I was so tempted to steal a cig. I don't even smoke em I just was so curious about the risk there. And it made me feel weird.

My whole family smokes. Seriously like, my dad smokes, my mom smokes on and off, my grandma, aunt AND uncle and my moms side of the family?? Pfft. So it's been easy for me to try if I ever really wanted to. Not that they encourage it or anything. I know they'd be pissed. But I'm sure if I timed it right I coulda beeen tried. But now like I genuinely wanted it fr fr. Only reason I changed my mind is cause they wear too close and I ain't wanna risk it and have them look deeper into that

Speaking of family reminded me of R. God. I wish I could back already. I called her a few diff times and she didn't pick up. That's fine ofc bit it's like.. I dunno how to describe it. It feels like she's distancing herself again and I feel like it was my fault for being too predictable. If I had kept phone calls to few and far between she woulda seen it as special and prolly would answer. Bit nah since my dumbass decided to be greedy my calls mean nothing mostly and she'll just ignore whenever

I miss her so much. I hate that I know she's probably sad and lonely and fucking herself up mixing and redosing on shit that shouldn't be. I hate that I let it become routine. It's too much pressure for her rn. I shoulda let her come to me when she was okay to. It would've helped a lot more. But my dumbass introduced the stress of routine and made her feel bad for sometimes not being in the mood. I know she's prolly feeling guilty too. It breaks my heart bruh

I miss knowing what all she took and helping where I could. I wish I could go back. She has enough to stress on as is. I hate that she's pushing me away again. Not knowing specifics makes me so nervous. She barely even answers texts at this point. She had some health shit going on and I ofc thought okay well it doesn't need to be some long ass convo to be otp ima just ask and check in or her. But I'm still in the dark. We don't call everyday anymore, she's hiding all her health shit going on cause of her pill concoctions, and I can tell something's on her mind. I'd assume something bigger from how hard she's tryna shield it

I tried everything atp I don't know how to get her back. Im so scared and I don't want her suffering in silence because I got too overbearing. She's probably so fucking annoyed by me

I hate her partner. Full heartedly atp. I get it. Sometimes you say stupid shit and I know my bsf has done the same. But ghosting her through all this. Letting her beg you to just talk to you. Fucking dragging out a fight knowing damn well how destructive R is. She demands so much from R and what has she changed in returm? What has she done for R??

Want more time with her? Done. Dropped me within the week

Want to move in together? R's working damn near 7 days a week and tryna either have two jobs or aome side shit just for more to save

Don't like lip piercings? R won't get em even though she seems interested

Want to see her irl more? Before yall pressed pressed about moving in she was planning on not only going for her birthday but her partners too AND possibly Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And what as she changed in exchange??? I HEAR THE SAME OLD SHIT WVEYTIME YALL FIGHT BRUH

Honestly. Fuck that. I don't even care about specifics. Even if she did change all that shit, I'd still hate her for ignoring her for this long and being nothing but cold knowing it hurts. So manipulative. Why would you go out your way to hurt your partner if you do really love them? She has and had sooo many opportunities to speak her mind and move through this but nah nah let's just let my fucking pride keep us apart.

R deserves so much better. I wish they never met. I can't believe she still gets the short end of the stick even when she's proven over and over again she would do literally whatever for you. Literally in so much pain just from not getting to fix things. I hate it so much. She doesnt realize how much her effort is worth. Its so sad like. She could find sooo many people that would reciprocate all that love and care and some off how loyal and selfless she is ALONE but she had ti get stuck with the one dumbass that can't see her worth

She is so fucking stupid. Utterly and completely. There is literally no situation where she'd be in the right for doing this atp. None.

That's not really all but.. ranting about their relationship shit is never completely satisfying. I'd go on forever not thinking nothing of it sigh

I wish I could call her tomorrow. I know she ain't doing too great but I could take her mind off shit for a little. Plus I know I can usually tell if somethings bothering her. I hate that I'm just. Here.

And I miss her background noise. I'm so used to talking shit with her brothers with R dying and tryna join. Or her twin yelling over THEEE most bland games ever. Or hearing all the outlandish but tbh sensical shit she be lecturing R on

I miss her in general. I love discovering new songs from listening to the music she got blaring from her computer, 9 times out of 10, Juice WRLD songs 😭

Btuh and all we'd be quiet doing our thing then she'll bust out with the Outlandish junk just cause

The rare but nonetheless 10/10 days where we talk for hours and hours til we either HAVE to go or one of us fall asleep mid way through whatever long ass story either of us end up telling. Its so cute cause like. Course I think everyone has a sleepy voice but she used to have the most random sleeping habits. And plus even once she did sleep, she'd mute usually. But it makes me feel good that she trusts me enough to like.. not think to hide it? I'm sure she'd probably be self conscious about it after the fact but I mean. At least for the time she was comfortable so I be cheesing cheesing

And her voice is constantly on my mind. I sometimes ask questions or annoy her just to hear her. Plus like I dunno. I've grown to associate her voice with comfort so just listening to her talking ahit about some random 12 y/o o when she play bloxfuits is enough for me to gave a good time. Plus she got about a billion diff voices for specific junk and those are always fun to learn.

Ah sorry I didn't realize how off track I got bruh rip. Point is I miss her and I'm so worried about her but I feel trapped as if I try tooooo often she'll be used to ignoring my calls. Plus if I only text there's a possibility she'll either be sleep or will just ignore

Sigh. I wish I could fix everything for her. She doesn't deserve all this nonsense

#dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #dph addiction #vent #excessively long #misc

[crazyf0rswayze]

I know I’ve asked you to write a lot about Johnny Cade but I can’t help it! Anyways can I get an imagine where he like makes the femreader a poem and it’s a love poem! Thanks so much!

Johnny X Fem!Reader: Love Poem

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JOHNNYS POV

"Ponyboy?" I asked

"Yes Johnnycakes?" Pony replied walking over

"So y-you know how I like y/n...yea well I wanted to asked her out...but i-i wanted to write a poem to ask her out...a-and tell her how I feel. But I don't know how to write a poem...." I explained

"Ok! I'll help you then." Ponyboy said, taking a seat next to me

"Ok...so I would start off with some things you like about her. So make a list, and then we'll word it so it rhymes" Ponyboy explained to me. He wrote poems for school alot, so that's why I came to him first

"W-well she look really pretty when she wears plaid...l-like flannels and stuff" I said

"Ok! Yes great. That's a nice start" Ponyboy said to me enthusiastically

"Sh-shes really beautiful...and she makes me go mad. Hey! Hey ...plaid and mad kinda rhyme" I said excited that I was getting a good start

"Yea... yea it does Johnny" Pony said...a little shocked that I was catching on quick

"And...I see her...i-im....GLAD! Glad rhymes" I said, as I started writing everything down

"Mmmmm....and...when she cries...I get ......SAD! Sad rhythms"

"Wow...you're a natural! Ooh, so I learned what an Olympiad is, and it's those four years between olympic games! You could say something like....'for you i would wait thousands of Olympiads'" Pony suggested

"Yea...thanks. I didn't know that" I said

"Hey, you learn something new everyday "

"PONYBOY, GET READY FOR BED" Darry yelled out from his room

"OK DAR....GIVE ME A MINUTE IM HELPING JOHNNY WITH SOMETHING " Ponyboy shouted back

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT....NOT TOO LATE OK?"

"OK DARRY! THANKS" Ponyboy yelled out

"Ok...where were we-" Ponyboy said looking down at my paper with shock. In the few seconds that he was looking away, I had started to form the poem. Ponyboy leaned over my shoulder so he could see what I was writing.

"Johnny, that's really good! I like how you mentioned Robert Frost's poem 'Nothing Gold Can Stay'!"

"T-thanks. Do you think y/n's gonna like it?" I asked worriedly

"Yea! I think she's gonna love it! I gotta get ready for bed ok? But I'll help you in the morning if you need me to"

"Ok!" I replied focusing on my love poem

Ponyboy patted my back as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

'youre a beautiful lad

And you look wonderful in plaid

Your looks made me go mad

And you not being next to me makes me sad

For you, I would wait thousands of Olympiads

And they say 'nothing gold can stay'

Yet you're standing right here'

I yawned as I read over what I had. Gosh...I should go to bed. Just in case Y/n came and stayed at the Curtis house tonight, I gave the notebook I was writing in to Ponyboy to keep in his dresser drawer

"Mmmmhhmm whats that" I heard Sodapop ask

"Nothin'" Ponyboy responded. I think Sodapop was too tired to question it because all he did was groan tiredly. 'Close call Johnny' I thought to myself.

Just then I heard the door open. It was y/n.

"Oh..hey Johnnycakes." Y/n said

"You ok?" I asked the girl. She looked a little spooked

"Yea Johnnycakes! Just tired. " The pretty girl replied to my question

"O-oh. Yea I get it. You can take the couch. I don't mind Darry's recliner" I offered Y/n

"Are you sure? I don't mind the recliner either" Y/n asked

"Yes. I'm sure" I reassured the girl

"Alrighty then" she said with a yawn

She went to lie down on the couch. She looked really cute when she was tired. And cuter when she was all cuddled up in the blankets. I found myself standing there looking at Y/n with heart eyes. I then went to lie down in Darry's recliner.

"Good night Johnnycakes" y/n said in the darkness

"Good night Y/n" I replied to her. It was surprising how easily I found sleep that night.

IN THE MORNING

"Hey Y/n" Ponyboy said as he walked into the living room with my notebook and pen. He sat the notebook and pen down on the recliner's arm rest.

"Thanks Pony" I said with a yawn

"Mmhhmm. Hey Pony" Y/n said sleepily

I opened up the note book to continue writing my poem.

'when I see you I'm glad

But when I see you cry I get sad

And I get mad only a tad when socs pick on a perfect lad like you

I could do better than any guy named Brad, Chad, or Vlad

You're like a beautiful dainty lily pad

My feelings for you are like a wild fire

They won't stop getting bigger

And no Valentine's card card could explain it

You're a perfect shining piece of gold

That I know will stay'

I wrote as Ponyboy started cooking.

"Whatcha doin' Johnnycakes" Y/n asked happily

"Nothin'" I replied

Gosh she was so so beautiful

"Mmmm...ok" she said narrowing her eyes suspiciously

"Y/n, can you go wake up my brothers please?" Ponyboy asked Y/n kindly

"Sure!" She said springing up

Ponyboy walked over to me.

"When are you gonna give it to her?"

"I-i dunno." I replied

"Can I read it?" Ponyboy asked

I hesitantly handed the notebook to him. I waited for him to finish reading it for what felt like forever. I was rocking back and forth, from the balls to the heels of my feet.

"Is it good? Does it seem...wrong? Is she gonna like it? What if she doesn't?!" I asked worriedly

Ponyboy chuckled as he put his hands on my shoulders after setting down the notebook.

"It's great, it seems perfectly right, she gonna love it, and she'd be crazy if she didn't." Ponyboy reassured me.

I was really worried but whatever.

"I'm gonna give it to her later today" I said confidently

"Good" Ponyboy responded

A few seconds later, Y/n walked in with Sodapop and Darry following behind. Ponyboy served everyone their food, and we all sat at the table

"So...how'd everyone sleep" Soda said finally breaking the awkward silence

"I slept alright. Hurt my back at work yesterday, so it was a little hard to sleep" Darry responded before taking a bite of his food

"Mmm...I slept pretty good for once!" Y/n exclaimed with a smile. It made me happy that she was happy

"I slept pretty good" Ponyboy said

"Same here" I replied to Soda's question

"Howd you sleep Soda" Y/n asked, returning his question.

"I slept good Y/n...thank you" Soda replied

I loved how social Y/n could be. It amazed me how one person could so many amazing words. I snapped out of my trance and looked down at my food, and took a few bites. I felt eyes staring at me. And I felt heat rising up my neck. I looked up at Y/n to find her gazing at me. As soon as I looked up she looked away. I finished up my food, and brought mine and Y/n's plate to the sink. What a gentleman I am! I was really glad these feeling flowed both ways. So now, it wouldn't be as bad giving her the poem.

"Y-y/n...i-i have something for you" I said after she and I sat back down in the living room. Ponyboy, Darry and Soda were playing cards.

"Really?!" She said excited

"Y-yea here"

I handed her the folded price of paper. She opened it and started reading. I read it with her, since she was right beside me, so close out legs and shoulders were touching.

"Mmhmm" she hummed out as she read.

She giggled a little, hopefully happy little giggles, not laughing at how odd it might sound.

"Aaawww Johnny!" She said happily

"D-d-do you like it? Was it bad?!" I questioned her

"Gosh Johnny! I-its perfect? I like how you complimented me, talked about you feelings, and added in mentions of your favorite poem all in one piece of writing!"

"Th-thanks Y/n" I replied

"It's so beautiful...just like you!" Y/n said, slyly complimenting me.

"Y-you think I'm beautiful?" I asked

"Yes I do!"

"Th-thanks!" I said.

She leaned her body into me, and cuddled up against my body. I don't really know what to do, but Sodapop told me that Sandy liked it when he ran his fingers through her hair, so that's what I did to Y/n.

"Mmmhhmmm" she hummed out happily. I guess she liked when I ran my fingers through her hair. She closed her eyes, I noticed, and soon enough her breathing slowed. She fell asleep....I really didn't know what to do.

"Sodapop! Sodapop! Ssooddaaa!" I whisper yelled.

He walked in the room...

"What do you wa-" he said

"Oh..." He said seeing Y/n asleep on me

"I don't know what to do...Soda what do I do. Just sit here or carry her to bed?"

"Your best bet is to sit as still as possible...that's what I do when that happens"

"O-ok" I said

"You'll get used to it the more it happens" Soda said as the other boys walked in to get him to continue their game

"SOD-"

"Shut up! She's sleeping" Soda said, cutting Ponyboy off.

"Sorry" Ponyboy said in a whisper

"Uuuhhhhgggg" Y/n groaned out

"Shut. Up. Guys" I warned them all.

"Ok, ok. We're gonna continue our game. Call if you need anything." Darry said

"Real quick can one of you grab me a glass of water...please?" I asked quietly

"Yea" Darry said walking to get me a glass of water.

"Th-thanks Dar" I said

"No problem kid." He replied

This was the best morning I've had so far. Y/n being happy, and feeling good, her loving the little poem, her falling asleep on me, even if it was a little uncomfortable. I continued runing my fingers lightly through my girl's hair.

"Mmmhhhmmm, I love you so much Johnny" Y/n said. I immediately went red.

"I-i love you too Y/n" I said. I really, really meant it.

She quickly fell back into a deep sleep. After she did, I lightly kissed her head.

Really...best. Morning. EVER!

#fanfic #johnny cade #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #poem #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #nothing gold can stay

[maijobi]

back to you

dabi x reader

summary: when things don’t go well in your relationship, you find it best to end it... 

a/n: it has a good ending I promise. I did kinda hurt myself writing this I don't even know why. but sad dabi really does make me feel things.

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your hands were in your hair, doing your best to not pull every strand out of your scalp. your eyes were closed and you were doing your best to calm yourself down, counting down from ten.

“dabi, we have had this conversation for over a hundred times. you can’t control me. and why can’t you just trust me for once?”, you said, finally  opening your eyes and looking at dabi.

“fine”, he said clenching his jaw. “go. let all of those people see you. go. you know what, don’t come back tonight will you?”

“stop overreacting”, you said, breathing out heavily. “I'm sick and tired of you constantly telling me what to do. I'm your partner, not your child. I know my limits and I know what to look out for. and who are you to tell me to not come back tonight? this isn’t just your place. we live here with a bunch of losers, what makes you think you’re more special than them? what makes you think you overpower them? what makes you think you have more to say than us?”

he took a few steps closer to you and looked down at you with a wrinkled nose. “I just don’t like my partner going out where there are people that will look at them. I don’t like how you can’t keep your mouth shut around people and let them flirt with you. I can’t stand you going to places and not knowing your limit, when you claim you do.”

“just because I let people talk to me, doesn’t mean I'm letting them flirt with me?”, you confusedly said. “oh I apologize dabi. I apologize that I do not prefer to burn people to the ground when they give you a genuine smile. I apologize that I couldn’t become as great as you”, you sarcastically said while throwing your hands in the air and then dropping them. “do you hear how stupid you sound? we have this discussion almost every day, but I can’t seem to get some senses into you. I'm tired of this, dabi. I'm tired of having to explain myself every day when I know I'm not doing anything wrong. I can’t talk to anyone before I have you breathing against my neck telling me to stay away from that person.”

“sweetheart, dollface, sugar”, he said with gritted teeth, taking steps closer to you and holding on of your hand and placing it over his heart. “don’t make this harder for the both of us and just don’t go outside will you?”

you pulled your arm away from his grip. “not this time dabi. I'm sick of this. sick of you wanting to control everything I do. you wanting to have a dominant role in this relationship. why is that even needed? why can’t you treat me as an equal? can’t you for once just let me live? I'm tired, I'm tired of telling myself that you’ll change when you don’t”, you said, finally showing the frustration on your face. 

“and you think I'm having fun?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “you think I enjoy seeing you having fun with someone else? it hurts you just as much as it does me doll”, he said, raising his voice. “it’s also hard for me to see you flirting back with other people! know your fucking limits”, he said placing his hand on your chin and pulling it up slightly.

“don’t act like you are right here”, you sat, pulling your chin away from his grip and taking a step back. “for once. for fucking once accept that you can’t control everything I do and that you can’t overpower me. respect goes both ways, but I'm not seeing any on your accord.”

“now you’re just talking bullshit”, he said in a loud voice, laughing to shake off his frustration. “what does this even mean?! what is it that you’re trying to accomplish here? what is it that you so desperately want, huh? attention from someone else? if you’re not even gonna listen to my feelings, how am I supposed to take yours in account? you only do as you please and where does that bring us, huh?! where the fuck-!”

“that maybe perhaps we’re not meant for each other”, you interrupted him. “that maybe we’re just not fit for each other.”

his face dropped and you saw every emotion pass on his face. he was confused. he was confused as to the words you had just dared to speak, something he didn’t even think about once. to him this was normal, to him this was behavior that should be present in a relationship. to him, fighting everyday seemed normal. but his motives for this relationship seemed to be totally different from yours.

“you must be kidding no”, you said with a distressed smile. “h-how can you just easily say something like that?”

“because you made sure I did. if you just for once tried to understand me, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.”

he walked closer to you and held your shouders. “you’re kidding right?”

“i’m not, dabi. I'm being very much serious right now. how can I continue this when my feelings are being invalidated on a daily basis? how am I supposed to respect you further when you literally treat me like your pet?”, you said a brushing off his grip on your shoulder. “I can’t do this when all of this only brings me anxiety and constant stress?”

he looked at you, lost in another world progressing what you had just said. it surely couldn’t have been true, you were joking right? but the expression on your face made him his eyes go larger and his mouth almost hung open. “y-you can’t be serious”, he said with a smile, but that soon dropped when he shook your head.

“i’m not”, you said turning around and walking to the door.

you didn’t turn around to look back at him, and he made no attempt to stop you. perhaps he hadn’t even believe that you actually left. or maybe he was just waiting for you to finally leave him. maybe this was for the better you thought, but for dabi this was a whole different experience. 

he was convinced you were coming back that night, he convinced himself that you would. so when you didn’t he totally lost it. the person that barely texted you had spammed you with messages and missed calls, leaving behind various emotions. he didn't know what he was feeling. this was all new to him.

dollface, you’re not serious right?

you’re coming back tonight right?

I'm sure you are...

you didn’t take me seriously, did you?

please come back.

please look at your messages.

it’s past midnight, please come back.

don’t scare me like this. just come back already. 

please...

you looked at your phone, tapping the corners or your phone. you decided to not answer, but that left you in a weird state of mind. you didn’t know what you were feeling. were you happy? sad? relieved? more stressed? you didn’t even know. you felt numb. 

you found your way to an old friend, asking if you could stay over until you figured out what you would do to survive. you locked your phone and threw it next to you on the bed. you allowed yourself to fall with your back on the mattress. you’d feel better in the morning, is what you tried to convince yourself. but would you really?

you woke up with a heavy headache. it was hard to even sit upright. but when you opened your eyes it was still dark. there was heavy rain outside and falling back asleep seemed like an impossible thing right now. 

you tapped on your phone letting it light up. 

3 a.m.

you sighed. what were you gonna do now? you felt too stressed to even close an eye. you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. you loved him and he probably loved you too, but this couldn’t go on forever.

you looked at your screen again, not missing all the messages he had left behind.

please I know I fucked up, but please just come back.

you can’t be doing this.

and many more messages like that had filled your phone. you frustratingly brushed your hand through your hair and sighed loudly. it felt wrong. it felt wrong to have left like that in the middle of an argument. but at the same time this had happened so many times that you couldn’t just do nothing. 

you rose from your bed, still not answering any of his messages. your phone rung every five minutes, but you just didn’t pick it up. you walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with water only to leave it on the counter after seeing his new messages.

I really need you.

I don’t need anybody else.

just you. so please, please come back.

you blinked once, then twice and then many more times. dabi had really said he needed you. the independent guy, who would refuse help from anyone had said he needed you. you weren’t sure what to do. you paced around the kitchen, biting down on your nail. your phone made a sound again.

I just really... can’t live without you.

you sighed loudly and with a quick steps you walked to the door. you put on your shoes and ran out the door taking the keys with you. the rain splashed on your skin, clothes and hair, making you soaked in an instant as you ran down the street. but you didn’t care. the only thing that ran through your head was wanting to see dabi. wanting to see him share his feelings and wanting to see him need you. 

even the bad memories had a good ending for you. every time you fought, you’d fix it together. so why couldn’t that be done now? why did you have to act so selfishly again? you knew you were partially right, but at the same time you knew this wasn’t right. all your memories with him flooded in your mind and it made you run faster.

your feet dragged you to the place you had thought he was, because you knew he wouldn’t be at the residence. he would be at the place that caused his trauma, but at the same time was his most visited place. 

the forest were he had supposedly died. the forest where his dad had refused to come to. the forest with his last memories of home.

you stopped in track when you saw his figure. his back facing you and his head looking up. he was wearing a front zip hoodie with the cap over his head. allowing the droplets to hit his face. he had heard something so he turned around.

when he saw you standing there in the rain he took one step and reached out his hand, but stopped when you only stared at him. you were out of breath, breathing in and out heavily as your chest heaved. 

you looked at him, seeing the sad expression on his face. you shook your head and started walking, but before you knew it you were running to him. you ran and when you reached him, you threw yourself on him, holding him like you never did before.

he was in shock, not being able to do anything, just allowing you to slowly pull him down for the hug. when you pulled away you held his face and searched it, but before he could say anything you crashed your lips against his, tasting the rain on them. it was still pouring and this might have been the closest thing to an actual romantic scene the two of you had. 

your lips danced together and you melt in each others touch. he finally allowed himself to be embraced and snaked his arms around your back to deepen the kiss. he pushed you against him and moved his hands to your neck to pull you closer. your hands slid down and rested on his chest.

when he pulled away he looked you in your eyes. water droplets were falling on your face and he made an attempt to wipe them away though the rain hadn't stopped. you wanted to say something, but he shut you up by pulling you in once more and giving you a small, but soft kiss.

“i’m sorry”, he said, pulling you flush against him to hug you. “I'm sorry for always wanting to control you. I was just scared.”

you slid your arm around his waist and hugged him back. “scared of what?”

“of you leaving”, he whispered just loud enough to hear above the splashing raindrops. “I haven’t been open about my feelings. I just didn’t know how to. but I was raised with the thought of rejection and people leaving me behind. I wasn’t used to all of this. I wasn’t used to having all this affection, so I was scared you’d leave just like the rest.”

you tightened your grip on him. “I don’t have a reason to leave. I just need you to be open with me like just now. so we can work things out together”, you said, looking up so that you were facing him.

he looked down and a soft smile formed on his face. he kissed you again and again and again until completely devouring your lips on his, not giving you a chance to pull away. but that wasn’t needed. you had understood the whole situation and the both of you were able to figure it out together. many ways had opened for the two of you and the both of you have yet to learn so much about each other. but you were both willing to change yourself for each other. because even if things weren't always great, the two of you would find their ways back to each other. 

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can't help falling in love|t.h.

summary: when words can't speak enough, songs will do

pairing: tom holland × reader

words: 2k

a/n: well I think we all fell in love with this Tom right? I mean who wouldn't??? Wish more of that content cause I'm a sucker for him..

"Over yours tonight?"

"Yes. Bring your guitar too."

"We're about to have fun tonight."

"As we always do!"

And when it was just the two of you, you always had a great time. The chemistry that had been developed between you and Tom was indescribable and everyone seemed jealous of what you have created. It was amazing how much two people can connect, two different souls in such a little period.

You loved your little secret "rendezvous" as you liked to call them. He'd come to your place, or you'd go to his, sip wine and talk for hours and hours about everything. From how the world was created, to how your nail broke, or the way some theories of very famous scientists may be wrong, or how his brothers crashed his car without him knowing, even analyze the way social media work, or begging him to show you videos of the set for his upcoming film. Maybe you'd complain about how early you have to wake up the next day and he'd make fun of you before he realizes that he's going to wake up as early as you. And you'd beg him to stay, or the opposite. 

And after that, you'd grab your guitars and play until you fall asleep on the couch.

He looked so handsome concentrated on not losing any chord, not ruin the melody. His brown eyes focusing on the strings, his fingers following the sound in his mind, his body relaxed, and his ears longing for your voice.

How he adored listening to your angelic voice. He couldn't explain the way his heart melted with the sweet sound of yours, his stomach filling with butterflies, his mind following the heart on this chaotic, exciting, endless road. He didn't know if he was in love or not. It was confusing inside his head. He never knew what falling in love means, the symptoms are different from one person to another. But he was only looking forward to the time he'd have to spend with you, the feeling of enthusiasm getting stronger as the day went by. He knew that you were the only one that could bring the peace he searched for, it was you that brought those feelings that he wanted to see for himself. He admitted once that he wished you'd be more than just his close friend to himself. Yet, the fear of losing you was massive and your presence in his life was more important than his feelings. So the only way was to push them to the side.

You knocked on his doorbell and fixed your guitar on your shoulder while waiting for the door to open. You looked down at your shoes noticing how dirty they got but as you were about to somehow clean them with your hand, you heard the door open and your eyes met his.

"Hi," you said cheerfully leaving the guitar to your side and wrapping your hands around his shoulder. His familiar scent came to your nose, your eyes closing for a moment enjoying his smell, but also the sensation of his arms tightening around your waist.

"Hey, beautiful" he mumbled softly and let go of you. "How are you?" he asked grabbing your guitar and closing the door behind you. 

"Now that I am here I'm so much better" you confessed. "Oh, you didn't wait for me to help"  you complained seeing that everything was already prepared for you.

"Why would I need help?" he asked.

"Because...I am your friend and you don't have to do all of these for me"

"But what happens if I want to do all of these for you?"

You stared back at him without any answer to his question. You tried to read his face, understand if he was joking or not. If he was playing with your feelings or if he was just completely clueless. His puppy eyes nearly convincing your heart that everything was true, your mind shouting to not believe this. It was a battle happening right in front of you, however, you stood still and did nothing.

"I'm pretty sure you do not so stop saying things you don't mean and let's go drink"

____________________

"But she fell in love with him Tom. She was happier than ever. She was willing to be there for him  for the rest of her life, she stood by his side through everything, his madness, his anger, his sadness, his happiness-"

"He was suffering y/n-"

"If he loved her enough-"

"Do you know how is it feel to be stuck on a chair and not move even a single finger? No matter how big your love is for someone, sometimes you're losing the fight" Tom sipped his last drop of wine and looked back at you.

"If we were in this position, would you die just like him? Even if you loved me more than anything?" you questioned.

"I seriously have no idea y/n"

"I'd live for you Tom" normally you wouldn't admit this, the wine gave you the courage though to do so. "If I was William in that stupid chair, I would want to live with you for the rest of eternity" you glanced at him meaning every word you just said. Your love for him was like no other and for sure knew that you were more than willing to move every mountain to be with him forever.

"Stop saying things you don't mean y/n" he copied your words and grabbed your guitar from the floor, unsure if he should play it cool or say something more.

"You are not romantic babe" you played it off resting your hand on the couch and placing your head at the top of it while waiting for Tom to tune the guitar. "Also I was thinking of something today while I was working"

"You were thinking again?" he asked sarcastically.

"You piece of...give me that" you laughed and took the guitar in your hands."So, as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe today you should sing with me"

"Are you drunk?" Tom asked you disagreeing already with the idea you had in mind.

"What?"

"You know that I can't sing and even if it wasn't for that I would never sing with you"

"Why?" it felt kinda offending hearing those words as you didn't know why he felt that way.

"You have the voice of an angel y/n. I'm never gonna sing with you 'cause you'll hear how bad I sound and we don't want this trust me" he pulled his guitar close to him and smiled in your direction.

"I heard you singing before and you sound incredible so cut the excuses and follow me okay?" you didn't wait for any of his complaints. You started playing the song you imagined singing with him all day. The first reason being the fact that it was an easy song to play and sing. The second reason was the lyrics of it.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in.." you began singing.

"Come on Tom..but I can't help falling in love with you" you continued hearing only whispers.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin... I can't hear you

If I can't help falling in love with you"

Tom gained some courage and started singing louder. He didn't want to be unable to hear you, it was the thing his heart desired. But your expression, your eyes wide open begging him to join you. He could resist to them ever.

And the lyrics.

"Like a river flows

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.."

You both stared at each other as you kept going. It felt more than just a song, more than just a famous melody. Those were words that none of you had the strength to say, not even dared to try. The fear of loss, the shyness of the last minute. You were saying to yourself that his teasing was just for fun, nothing more. Tom was doing the same. It wasn't complicated at all, but both your minds trapped in this maze, wouldn't detect the way out that was right in front of your eyes.

"Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you..

For I can't help falling in love with you" 

You bit your lip and positioned the guitar to your legs keeping eye contact with him. The silence in the room was comforting, calming.  It definitely could say more than words.

Fuck it.

"I wish I could kiss you right now" Tom whispered under his breath, loud enough for you to listen. It was shocking. You blinked quite a few times doubtfully, assured that this was only a prank. But he was there looking at you, waiting for a reply. You were confused and he saw it too. His palms started sweating and his heartbeat increased in the blink of an eye. The voice inside him would stop yelling 'you screwed it' and his feeling got hurt quickly. He was ready to listen to you making fun of him, the plan that would break his heart in two. But your silence was currently the only thing he didn't want to. He searched for any signal on your face, even your body language but you were standing still as time had stopped.

"Then do it" 

He didn't hesitate for long. He was dreaming after all. Because this wasn't the reality he lived for sure. 

Fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

He swore he heard them. The moment his lips captured yours he could hear those fireworks in his heart and ears. Bells were ringing and angels singing. Damn, I'm kissing one of them he thought. His right hand touched your neck deepening the kiss he was yearning for. Your lips in sync warm against his skin. His tongue over yours exploring your taste. Your perfume fueling his nose and brain, the butterflies dancing in their music now. 

It was magical. The goosebumps all over your skin making it even more real. Heart about to explode, all of the happiness hitting throughout your body. It was happening and still, it seemed like a fantasy. You slowly touched his chest and moved upwards to his shoulders making sure that you were really touching him and not any of your pillows. The sensation of his lips in yours was so much better than your imagination. Perfectly made for kissing you and only you.

You broke the kiss and the brightest smile he ever saw was on your lips. The lips HE was kissing.

"Y/n you have no idea how bad I wanted this to happen" he touched your forehead and with his thumb started to draw small circles. A tear rolled from your eye and dropped to his hand.

"Why did it take you so long?" you asked and closed your eyes feeling his breath hitting the skin of your face and hands.

"Baby don't cry. Please" he murmured.

"I'm just happy you know. It's no longer a fantasy or a dream. It's real" you admitted with your shaky breaths making your work hard. But you couldn't care less at that moment.

"I was afraid of losing you y/n. What if you didn't feel the same way? How was I supposed to know?"

"You wouldn't lose me okay? I'm feeling the same way Tom" you carefully brought your fingers at the top of his lips and touched them as you dreamed to. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

**the movie mentioned was me before you

**the song they were singing was can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley

Thank you for reading❤

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