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lolmaddox · 5 months

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I guess people liked it so heres part 2 but this time in Landos pov :)) enjoy

The stream is good fun and ginge keeps making him cry from laughter, so pulling an all nighter gaming sounds like a good idea.

Until he gets a text.

The last text he sent to Carlos was this morning when he got home from italy after the award ceremony. For some reason whenever they were on the same country a text was send letting the other know. That's something that never changed between them.

Now carlos was texting him to met up in half an hour.

Without thinking twice he sends a yes and ask for the spaniard to come to his place and carlos accepts before he can even close the chat. At least he seems as excited as Lando feels right now.

"You good there, mate?" Ginge asks finally getting his attention.

"Yeah, mega" he puts the phone down and Lando its almost surpised to still be streaming "im gonna go, its getting late"

"Surely not leaving me for a hot date"

"Are you jealous, baby?" He jokes and his phone pins with a new message. Shit. Carlos is watching his stream.

After he says his goodbyes and ends the stream Lando just sits there, still processing the fact that Carlos was watching him, seeing him tease ginge and fucking moan in front of twenty thousand people.

He hides the mess behind the closet door and jumps in the shower, he doesn't really need it but just thinking about hanging with Carlos after what he just did on stream has him restless. If he's honest with himself it also has a lot to do with his tiny box.

When he met Carlos that day at the mtc his world changed in more than one way. He started living his dream and what he thought he knew about himself changed, cause after just a month every dream was Carlos Sainz. His stupid big deep brown eyes and that long hair that always looked nice, even after a race wich to be honest was as annoying as hot. But things weren't as easy as a random crush, that was his teammate for the entire year. So he put all those feelings inside a box and pushed it far away, deep down in the dark. Trough the years it rattled and treatened to open whenever Carlos was overly friendly or too touchy to be just platonic, but Lando wasn't the best at social clues so it might as well have been him reading it wrong.

So Lando keeps the tiny box closed and secured.

He gets the notification that Carlos is here when he's fixing his hair, good enough.

Fit looks good, apartment is as clean as he could get it and the box is secured.

He needs to chill. It's just two mates hanging out on a random monday at midnight, just platonic, totally not a hot date as ginge said. Just mates.

There's a knock at the door and Landos heart races off his chest.

Totally chill.

Tiny box secured.

Just mates.

#lando norris #carlando #carlos sainz jr #not my first language #im so sorry if theres any mistakes

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livelaughlovetonystark · 2 months

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Ok but hear me out: AU where Morgan is born the same year as Peter and Tony, wanting his daughter to live a normal life, keeps her hide from the public eye and when the time comes she goes to Midtown where she meets Peter; then, inspired by her dad and her friend,she becomes Iron-Heart. Drama ensues.

#tony stark #morgan stark #peter parker #marvel mcu #mcu #AU #mcu au #idk what else #not my first language

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margarett · 1 year

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Some rambling about Maverick

When I read fanfiction and there is something like that Rooster never saw Mav cry …

Pfff no …

Mav is the man I need in my life. He is smart. He is funny. Protective. Loyal. Bloody handsome with those “fanfiction” green eyes. And we saw from movie that he can cry … he is emotionally available. He spent half TG86 crying (well me too) and in TGM too (again me too … a lot) You can see from his face hurt, anger, worry …

Mav is the guy who sure make mistakes, but he is our MavDad and yes he is the one who protects … He is also the one who need protection at all costs 🥺❤️

And why I love MavDad and believe that is it canon ? Cause it is. For me forever. Over decade not talking to best friend kid because of promise to the woman he probably love like a sister ? Because Goose is his family? And Goose family is his family too. And Rooster hated him, shout at him but still Mav loves the kid. Because its kind of his kid too.

His care and love for his friends and coworkers. Damn, he kinda stole Darkstar, took her out for flight so he could help his team and didnt care what happend to him, you can saw in his face that he though it was his last flight for navy.

OMG and for the first movie I just love, when Charlie come to him at airport and he is drinkin’ water … I was like “Yeah, finally someone who don’t pour themselves in alcohol” 🫡

For the end -

Tom Cruise is great actor. His portraying of Mav made me completely fall in love with him because he was so real. The looks in eyes, facial mimic, how he scrunches eyebrows … ❤️All respect 🫡

ps. my english probably with a lot of mistakes … idc✋

edit: so maybe not “fanfiction” green … but “ocean green” what the hell is that

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auwuli · 1 year

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What happened, is that they switched teams and it had consequences.

Steve teamed up with Dustin to distract the demobats and Eddie went with Robin and Nancy to fry Vecna for good.

My inspiration : Don't go by BMTH ft. Lights

Steve asked to switch position last minute with Eddie because of a strange feeling in his guts. It wasn't fear. He knew what fear felt like. It's something he got to come across a lot in the last four years of fighting monsters and babysitting so many problem magnets. It was more of an intuition than anything, something that told him Eddie shouldn't be here. Over those years Steve learned to trust his guts to keep them alive, alongside swinging nailed baseball bats and throwing (mostly taking) punches. So, since this almost stranger that made him feel all sorts of confusing things was one of his people now, he got him to go elsewhere. Steve would do anything to protect his own. And awkwardly squeezed between Robin and Nancy, armed to the teeth, was the safest place he could think of for Eddie. He felt immediately more at ease. Yes, it was the right thing to do, undoubtedly.

“Don't try to be cute- be a hero or something.”

If Steve hadn't insisted they switched teams, if he could have listened to his own damned words... Eddie should have stayed strong against his worried puppy eyes and sweet tone, “look after the girls for me. Eds, Please.” He should have said “no Big Boy, we stick to the plan.” It was as simple as that. Eddie would have run. He would have. He knew he would have because that's what he did best. But no. “I'll make him pay” is what he boldly said in response before following the girls in the woods.

And then, Steve died in Dustin's arms.

Dustin refused to leave his body, asking him to wake up between strangled sobs.

Robin froze in place, silent, her eyes locked on the blood slowly soaking the ground.

Eddie chocked on a scream, his shaky legs giving out under the crushing weight of guilt.

And Nancy did what she knew Steve would have done. She swallowed down her own tears and screams to drag them out of there, to keep everyone alive.

Unfortunately, Vecna was a roach. Almost impossible to kill and disgusting. He survived. And they had to fight him again.

They erased him from the surface of every dimension eventually. Doesn't matter how. They made sure he paid double for what he did. However, it didn't bring back Steve. This, this is what mattered in the end.

Max woke up a few days after the final battle, blind and filled with so much rage after losing a second brother. A rage they all shared and fiercely kept close to their hearts even after Vecna's death.

The grey of the Upside Down still bled from wounds that may never fully close.

At least, they finally had the time and space to grieve and to attempt to heal those wounds. Mourning this death wasn't like anything they had suffered together until now, but they did their best.

Steve was their protector, a big brother, a hell of a babysitter, a bestfriend, a platonic soulmate, a first love, a something that will never have the chance to grow.

Loss and grief may drive people away from each other. Not them, or at least not forever.

The party split up for a while. Now that the world didn't end and they had a future to look forward to, everyone tried to get their life back. They all did great things and tried to not let the past slow them down too much. Steve would have been proud of his kids, his family.

He would have also understood their struggles.

Eddie and Robin were the ones that had the most troubles dealing with his death. Years have passed, yet, a part of them, and they couldn't really grasp how big it was, was still locked on slow spreading red and kneeling in grey dust.

They couldn't bear to be separated from one another since that day. They clung to each other with everything they had left of strength and love, trying to fight together the storm they were trapped in. Eddie was like the other half of her missing soulmate. And for Eddie, living with Robin was sometimes like experiencing a distorted echo of what could have been. They were platonic with a capital P, but they did everything together. Their bond was beautiful and thrived naturally outside their shared sorrow.

As for Nancy, she did what she knew Steve would have done. She stuck around the ones that needed her the most. She gave Eddie and Robin food when they forgot to eat. She reminded them to take their medications when they were being stubborn. She took everyone to his empty grave as much as they wanted. She tried her best to be there for them because they were her people. And if Steve taught her anything, it's that we take care of our own, no question asked.

Time passed again, Eddie and Robin craved to speak, to be heard. So they poured their fears, their pain, their happiness, and everything in between, in songs that seemed to resonate loudly around them. And when making music together started to become too serious for the duo to handle, Nancy became their manager.

The three of them had really fun days, as much as they had really bad days.

It was life. And it was more than Steve had.

So they made the most of it.

The kids and grown-ups always tried to show up at their shows as often as they could. Slowly, the band grew bigger and bigger, reaching more and more people everyday. People heard them. They listened. They cared. And it helped them heal, gave them a purpose.

Tonight, Eddie stands in front of a black sea of screams and hands thrown in the air. Older, longer hair, more piercings, even more tattoos. He didn't change that much. He lets himself take in this moment, his favorite, when they are blinded by spotlights, covered in sweat and quietly smiling at each other. Robin next to him is older too, hair buzzed, blue, bold make-up, a few piercings, tattoos Eddie himself put under her skin. She changed a lot more compared to him. She had always been beautiful, but she only glowed like that on stage.

The entire family is somewhere in the audience. It has been a year since they were all in the same place together. Even if it was hard to achieve, they always tried to meet once a year for this special day. It meant a lot for them.

It was extra special for Eddie because he was the only one that never got to celebrate Steve's birthday with him.

He is shaking from nervousness about the last song of the night, while Robin is crushing his hand in hers.

They never released it nor played it live until now. It's the song they wrote in spite of every progress they made against their torments and their intent to stay strong for their family. Their music is always deeply personal, but this one is different. This one is an unsung secret. It's something dark, disgraceful, raw and hungry that kept trashing relentlessly inside them.

Eddie was always shameful of the things he felt for a man he would only get to know through the memories of someone else, for a man that wasn't there to witness his love for him blossomed, for a man he would never be able to confess to. Those selfish feelings that he knew he didn't deserve to hoard were not something he was willing to let anyone hear about. Not even Nancy. Only Robin knew about the true colors of his shame and his guilt. But, well, Robin doesn't really count. She's not anyone. She is him. She is him.

Eddie takes a deep breath. They talked about it. He could be selfish and ugly and messy tonight, for the sake of both of them. Robin deserved as much as him to be truly heard.

All of them bare on the strings of his guitar and her violin. All of them bare for those who cared to listen.

“Hi again, we are Sacrificial Hero and we'll close the night with a special song. It's called Don't Go.

Sometimes we can't let go of things we never had.

Can you hear us?”

They hope their love can still reach him.

Until next time, until a second chance in another life.

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barefoot-a-pregnant · 7 months

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The Guard stopped mitrun and looked at the librarian. "You must stop this, you know? You can't always play on thier side. I'm just doing my job!"

The librarian smiled. "I know. And I do mine."

A deep sigh travels trough the room, as the guard removes his helm and answers: "Your job is it to watch over the knowledge of the kingdom, not to get thieves out of trouble."

The young librarian raised an eyebrown and stopped in the motion of putting the book back on the shelves. She turned around and look at the guard, her brown eyes nearly black. "Thieves? That's what we are calling them know?" Again a deep sigh leaves the lips of the guard, when he understood his mistake. But before he could correct himself, she cuts him of. "I know, what you're about to say. They took things, that aren't theirs and this made them thieves by definition. But we both know the truth; don't we?"

Defensive he raised his arms. "Yeah, Amalia, we both know. I don't know why I pick fights with you again and again. You never let me win."

A smile scurried over the face of the librarian. "I don't know either. Thought you must had learned it long ago. Greet mother, when you see her, ok?"

The guard shakes his head, a big smirk around his lips. "Of course, my sweet dear sister!"

With a stern look she raised her elbrow again, but the smile on her face softened her expression. "Oh, get out before I let you clean out the archive!", she scolded him, but could barley hold in the laugh. "And Darian?" The gurd stopped in the middle of walking out. "We still have room here."

(Just need to write this down. English isn't my first language and I'm tired as hell. So sorry, if this isn't making great sense or have mistakes in it! *smile*)

#writing #motivation #writing prompt #just a little story because I felt like sharing #don't know why #not my first language #please be kind

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sulusepken9 · 3 months

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till winter.

I long to be yours.

Hands anticipating the moment to be held by you under your soft gaze,

The moment your lips touch my cold skin my whole being trembles with the fire you lit.

I long to be yours, love.

I long to be yours,

Under the winter sun, I want to give you your wings back,

But my hands fall limp by my side, a butterfly rests on my finger.

Will you fly away if I give you your wings back, I whisper.

Butterfly flies away and I watch the sun rise, the leaves are pink.

There is still time for winter, can I long to be yours till then?

14.02.2024

sulusepken9

#poetry #original poem #poems on tumblr #infp thoughts #infp #hopelessly in love #hopless romantic #valentines day #winter #soft poetry #not my first language #sorry #longing

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jamiespoon · 1 year

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Sooo, time go I promised I would write something about charles’s personality, and here we are, 3 month later. Charles has lowkey always interested me, not gonna lie I wanted to know what happened to him to have such a shitty personality. I saw many people blaming charlotte for being an absent parent, but imo it has nothing to do with that, I think it’s more related to his sexuality. I warn you, this is gonna be a long essay; let’s start:

Charles was conscious of his sexuality since he was really young. At the beginning he thought there was nothing wrong with it, but eventually, being so close with the conclave, he realized it was. So what is the point? He was a gay man in a deeply homophobic society.

hypothesis n. 1

Charles always aspired to be a politician; he was inspired by his mother, the most important personality among the shadowhunters, and he always wanted to do something good for his people, just like her. Being so close with charlotte, charles grew and became a liberal man with the same ideals as his mother, but then something happened during his adolescence: he became aware of his sexuality, and after that everything changed.

We can sum it up in some phases:

Phase 1: charles discovers his sexuality and is disgusted by it (he realizes the conclave will never accept him, jeopardising his dream to become consul)

Phase 2: he denies it and tries to force himself into liking women

Phase 3: he realizes he isn’t attracted to women and never will

Phase 4: he becomes obsessed by the fact that the conclave will never accept a gay man as consul

Phase 5: Charles decides he will marry a woman Even at the cost of sacrificing his love life

Or it could also be like this:

Charles was conscious of his sexuality since a young age, but was ashamed by it and because of the fear of not being accepted, decides to become consul and being considered important (he’s definitely got a problem with self esteem and craves for people’s validation)

Between phase 3 and 4, charles is fully convinced there is something wrong with him, having a profound impact on his psyche. Being so young and yet so close to the conclave (bigot, traditionalist and discriminant), he gets conditioned and gradually approaches their ideals, poisoning the charming and young man with liberal ideas that he once was, and becoming the Charles we all know. So he is convinced by others that his mother is a weak woman and they need a new great conclave.

Imo Bridgestock had a really important role in all of this; charles was once close to charlotte and thought women were strong, he discovered his sexuality and thought he would have never be accepted, so he approached the other members of the conclave to score political points and having more possibilities to be elected consul, but he gets conditioned by Bridgestock and becomes a man full of rage and misogyny, but most of all repressed and opportunist.

Bridgestock never liked charlotte, and knowing that her son had a high probability to become the next consul, he grabbed the opportunity.

It was not C and H’s fault, children don’t always resemble their parents (Cassie said it herself); in general there are many factors that can effect a child’s growth, and despite how much C and H tried to protect him and giving him an open mentality, charles clearly suffered external negative conditioning; think about it, he’s the consul’s son and close to conclave’s members that didn’t want a woman in power, so they brainwashed him (what I was saying before). I refuse to believe Charlotte and Henry raised him to be like that, there is absolutely no way.

I’m so sorry I wrote such a long essay, please appreciate it because I put way too time into this one :’)) (i started writing it in september, sobbing)

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itgoesupanddown · 3 months

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I'll love you for you

I've loved you sense forever

But we're not together

I've loved you sense day one

Our story is not yet done

All tough our paths are no longer twined

They are, in my mind

The faiths might be cruel but its best this way

We need to grow separately, I know eventually we'll be as close as when we were kids, but it won't be today.

#friends #poetry #my writing #not my first language #friends growing apart #life sucks #poem #i can't write for shit #I can't write poetry #sad poem #be melodramatic #I live for drama

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queerobsession · 2 years

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Me thinking I am pretty good at English

Internet Slang:

Seriously what does "kin" mean when it's said online.

It's not a verb right?

I'm so confused

#bilingual #english #not my first language #the owl house #toh #hunter the owl house #toh hunter

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jenning-fcb · 2 years

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"What's the problem?"Bradley asked

After a second of just looking at him, seconds that felt like an eternity, Jake finally answered

"I don't think I love you anymore."

As soon as those words hit him, Bradley felt as if all the oxygen had left his body. He didn't know how long they been standing there looking at each other in silent, but there were so many questions surrounding his mind amidst a chaos of incoherent thoughts.

When did this happen? Why? What has changed? Could I have avoided it?

But none of it left his lips. When he tried to speak the only thing that escaped was a small sob. He hadn't even noticed he was crying.

As he wiped away the tears he noticed Jake approaching with open arms, making him take a few steps back, keeping his distance.

"Don't." Bradley whispered.

In response, Jake just stood there, looking at Bradley as if he'd been slapped in the face.

Jake's hurt reaction only served to make Bradley angry. He had no right to do this, he had no right to look hurt, when he was the one breaking Brad's heart.

"When we started dating, you promised somethings." Bradley said, giving up on holding back the tears that were now streaming down his face "You said you would never hurt me, and that you would always be honest. At least you kept one of the promises."

"Sorry." Jake responded by looking away, too embarrassed to look at Bradley at the moment. "I never meant to hurt you."

Bradley didn't know what to say, or what to do. He wanted to be alone, but he also didn't want to be without Jake. It was ridiculous really. He felt pathetic, as he felt his heart burst with pain.

He felt pathetic thinking about how just minutes before his heart had been warm with how much love he felt for the man in front of him. How he was thinking today that he felt his love increasing every time he looked at Jake. Like every time he looked at him, Bradley held back the urge to say "I love you" several times.

And now, looking at Jake all he felt was pain.

"Please go away." He said, even though he wasn't sure it was really what he wanted.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked.

And Bradley nodded, not having the strength to actually say yes. Because he didn't want Jake to leave. He didn't want to believe this was true. He wanted Jake to say that this was just a prank and that he would never stop loving Bradley. But it wasn't. And Jake was gone.

Bradley couldn't help but wonder if Jake was disappointed by his reaction, he hadn't asked why, nor begged Jake not to leave him.

But that was just how Bradley was. He didn't beg, he didn't insist... He just accepted. He had learned years ago that crying and begging the heavens for people not to leave him was no use.

Everyone left him eventually, one way or another. His mother had promised she would never leave him, Maverick too, and even Jake.

And he believed everytime.

But once again he was alone, having to glue the pieces back together. How many times would he still have to do this?

No matter how much time passes, some things really don't change. Once again he was alone, crying in his bed that was too big for just him, feeling like a child again, who lost his mother in a crowd and doesn't know how to get back home.

He had promised that he would never ask God for anything again. He never answered any of his prayers before, so why waste time? But that night he broke his promise after more than 10 years.

He wished he would wake up and be 12 years old again. To be able to cry in his mother's arms and receive her comfort. He wished he were a kid again, for Maverick to pick him up and hold him close, while whispering the words he wanted to hear, like he always did, and then he'd say something silly that would make Bradley laugh until he forgot why he were even sad.

But the next day when he woke up, he was still an adult. He was still alone, with nothing but painful memories and a broken heart.

Even though he felt embarrassed doing this, he couldn't stop himself from reaching for his phone all the time to see if there was any message from Jake. And every time, he had the same disappointment.

It was only nine o'clock, and he'd already thought about Jake more than he would like to admit. He felt his absence in every corner of the house. Everything reminded Bradley of him.

He really tried not to cry anymore. He thought it wouldn't be so difficult considering how much he'd cried himself to sleep the night before. He should have spent all his tears.

But he was wrong.

He wasn't prepared for how much it would hurt to see something silly on television and think about mentioning it to Jake…until he realizes he's no longer there with him. And the second moment he couldn't stop the tears from escaping his eyes was when he swore he'd heard Jake's laugh.

Maybe he was losing his mind.

All day, every time he reached for his phone to see if there was any text from Jake, he resisted the urge to send one. Talking about how he was hurting and asking if Jake even cared. Asking him if he remembers that he promised he would love him forever.

Why couldn't anyone keep their promises to him?

He hadn't felt so alone since leaving the Maverick house over 10 years ago.

Since it was saturday, Bradley thought about going to a bar and drinking his sorrows, but he really didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted to see Jake.

Not knowing what to do, as nothing would distract him from the pain, Bradley decided to just try to sleep. But without the right pills he knew he wouldn't get what he wanted. So he decided to just stay in bed while the memories he'd tried to avoid all day filled his thoughts.

He remembered perfectly how his first birthday with Jake was.

"Are you ready to receive your gift?" Jake asked.

"If you let me go. Seriously, how long have you been hugging me?" Bradley asked with a laugh.

"My arms were made to holding you, love." Jake replied, kissing Bradley on the cheek.

"Cheese." Bradley said, with a smile on his face.

"Ok, let me get your present before i lose my nerve and hide it forever." Jake said as he went to get it.

A few seconds later, he returned, keeping his hands behind his body, obviously holding something.

"You look nervous. Now I'm really curious."

"Do you remember how you said you've never received a gift that was made by the person? That you think it's more special than just buying something?"As soon as Bradley nodded, Jake went on to explain. "Then... I thought I'd write a poem for you."

"Did you write me a poem???" Bradley interrupted in surprise.

"Calm down, I didn't say that, I said I thought about doing it, I even tried..." He said with a nervous laugh. "But after spending 2 hours staring at the paper and having just written "Dear Bradley, your face is fantastic, your ass is great" I realized I won't be the next Shakespeare."

"You didn't even rhymed."

"Everyone is a critic." He said rolling his eyes. "But as I was talking, I remembered something I was good at, at least decent." He said, and without further explanation, he just showed Bradley what was holding.

A painting. And in the painting was... he. It was his face in profile, the side of his face that showed the scars on his cheek and neck.

"Please, say something. Did you hate it?"

And it wasn't until he heard Jake's question that Bradley realized he'd only been out for a while staring at the painting.

And the truth was, no. He didn't hate it. He never liked his scars and there they were, completely exposed and for once he didn't hate to see them.

"If you hated it I can put it away and pretend it never happened." Jake said nervously, misinterpreting Bradley's silence."It's just... I confess it hurts when I see you talking about yourself, especially when you talk about your scars. You're beautiful. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I feel so lucky being able to say that you are mine. I painted this hoping it would make you see what I see."

Bradley's response was to shut him up with a kiss. He knew he wouldn't be able to express what he was feeling in words, even if he tried.

"Thanks. I loved it.” And from the smile that lit Jake's face, Bradley knew he could feel the sincerity in his words.

But he would have liked to say a lot more. He wished he had said how Jake always makes him love the things he hated the most about himself. He wished he had said this was his first birthday since leaving Maverick's house, and he at the beginning of the day he was afraid it had been a bad idea.

But Jake proved him wrong time and time again. With the cake he tried to make but went wrong, with the gift, with the little promises of love that were said during the day, even with his touch. Through kisses and long hugs, he's never felt so loved.

But now it's all over. And he's alone again, Bradley thought. Maybe he was made to be alone. If Jake wasn't his soul mate, he didn't think anyone else could be.

After letting his mind wander through some memories,, which left his chest aching, Bradley was finally able to sleep again.

But luck was not on his side. But when did he ever have it?

It was unfair how he couldn't get rid of Jake even in his dreams. He dreamed that the cause of all his pain was there, hugging him so tight it hurt to breathe. But Bradley didn't care.

It was good to feel his embrace once more. Even if it made waking up more painful.

#im sorry for this #and im sorry for my English #not my first language #bradley bradshaw #top gun #top gun maverick #rooster #sereshaw #hangman #hangster #angst #drable #jake seresin

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chuuonymous · 5 months

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A corpse

Is this what a corpse looks like? Pale, thin, dead. His cheeks sunken in, his skin a yellow undertone His eyes purple as if he had been beaten up His stomach abnormally flat, as if he lacked organs

Is this what a corpse looks like? It haunts me. The smell of chemicals The wires connected to his seemingly lifeless body The brown sack of liquid at the side of the hospital bed

Is this what a corpse looks like? Am I supposed to cry? Smile? Joke? Or should I act like I did then, Stay quiet and stare ahead with a blank expression

Is this what a corpse looks like? I suppose it is...

#corpse #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #original poem #writeblr #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #tw depressing stuff #tw death #death #loss #not my first language

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hells-kazinno · 1 year

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无聊的！

#not my first language #curseart #curse of tales #故事的魔咒 #You can see my stupidity when I suddenly forget grammar #No matter what the language #I will fuck the grammar up #I am unable to use the excuse BECAUSE I SUCK AT MY MOTHER TONGUE TOO #I am in pain from languages

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bloodcanbehot · 1 year

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British people have a lot of words for male genitalia, just an observation

#english #not my first language #uk #british #shower thoughts #at 4 am #that's life #funny #i think #lockwood and co #why not #not by loona

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spookiestheadcanons · 1 year

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Was there supposed to be more words after regrets?

it was supposed to be talking about the previous one

idk if i mispelled it or something-

#not my first language

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auwuli · 1 year

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Stupid mouth

Sleeping is hard. It always been hard for Steve, but after everything they all had been through ... What he had been through, it wasn't just the silence that kept him awake at night. It was the fear and the guilt. That it wasn't over. That his claws were still around his neck. That he died while he carried him on his back out of hell to the hospital. That he wasn't fast enough. That he should have been with him, not with the girls. The girls handled themselves just fine and he wasn't. He fucking wasn't. Just because King Steve had to be the hero that gets the cute, smart and strong girl at the end. Except he's not a hero, he's bullshit. Bullshit. It was his job to protect them, all of them. Well, the guilt kept him awake more than the fear it seems. Why? Because he cares, so fucking much. He started carrying fast, too fast. It was so easy to care, care hard. He only knew the guy for a few days before trying to save the world together. The dude even tried to slice his throat open the second he laid eyes on him, christ. And now, he's lying awake at 3am on a workday thinking about how much his death would have fucked him up? Like ... What? The pain in the ass that lives in your basement right now is alive, chill Harrington. When things calm down, he'll be alone again, they just have to be patient apparently. The ex-suspect serial killer with the most chaotic curly hair is still not completely clean of all accusations. “On it”, they said. Hiding in a basement, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, in the house his parents abandoned him in when things started to go south in Hawkins. What a life for one of the real hero of Hawkins! Let's calm down. Breath. Alright. Steve throws the covers aggressively on the ground, followed by the pillows because he wasn't satisfied yet. He stands up and decides to go grab a glass of water and a snack in the kitchen. An everything-except-healthy-snack sounds good. He almost made it to the kitchen when he swears he hearsd a strange noise coming from the basement. He wouldn't go down without a good reason obviously, he takes privacy to hearst obviously. He's lonely, but not desperate enough to ignore his duty as a host. Or maybe he is. He just needs to see him. Needs it. Just a second. Okay, two minutes tops. He'll watch him breath a few minutes and then fuck off. Pinky promise. He's halfway to the stairs when he clearly hears his new favorite sound in the world since it ends. He almost trip while rushing down the stairs. Well, you know what, fuck it. He's definitely desperate.

̶ Oh hey Stevie boy! Can't sleep either? Or is it my fault, the noise? Sorry man.

He is breathing right there, within reach. Better, he's smiling at him, with his guitar on his lap. The tension in his shoulders magically disappear.

̶ You know I love it when you play Munson. And, couldn't sleep in the first place, don't apologize.

Steve doesn't have a clue of what hearst eyes he is sporting on, but he can see the softness in Eddie's when he opens an arm in a dramatic gesture to invite him on the bed next to him.

̶ In that case, my precious host... Take a sit, make yourself comfortable. I love it when you watch me.

Steve sits next to him, a little too close, and chooses to ignore the emphasis on the word “love” or the fact he didn't say “watch me play” but just “watch me”. Why did he do that? And he's staring now, great. Good job on ignoring something Steve. Before his brain goes in overdrive again, Eddie's fingers start moving on the strings of the acoustic guitar he didn't know lied somewhere in his basement. The song is slow and Steve could fall asleep right there. It's so nice. Then, he hears a low humming rise from Eddie's throat, and his heart takes the biggest free fall of his life. Steve tries so stay still, not breathing, not even blinking. It's the first time he hears Eddie sings. Steve thinks he recognize Black Sabbath, maybe. And the next thing he knows is that his mouth opened without his consent.

̶ I am so glad you're alive. So much it keeps me awake at night just thinking what would have happened if I was a second too late. I am so so glad I can be with you for a little longer.

Eddie doesn't look at him, doesn't respond, he just continues playing and humming and smiling. He's smiling. Steve loves that smile. He loves it. He loves ... All the emotions he so desperately tried to surppress suddenly crash over him, in a chaos of cold fingers on his arms, in his hair, of lame jokes and nerd references he didn't get, of bloodied bandages on the bathroom floor, of movie nights and late talks on the living room floor, of ... his presence everywhere all the time. Tears slowly rolls on his doted cheeks.

̶ I'm in love with you.

Eddie's hands freeze on the strings. After the last note dies, the silence is suffocating. He carefully put down his guitar next to him, grabs a pillow, smashes his head in it and screams at the top of his lungs. Steve jumps, a little startles and a whole lot anxious. What is happening? Did he just fucked everything up? He did, didn't he? He didn't mean to say it. However, the moment he knew, the words were punched out of his stupid mouth. Fuck. His heart takes the second biggest free fall of his life. Eddie means so much to him. This weird frizzy metalhead that filled his empty house with noise and laughter and everything nice, that he learned to know, that he learned to loved apparently. If he fucked up he's not going to survive losing him. He is so not going to. Steve doens't remember how he lived before Eddie, even when he lived most of his life without him. Steve can't see anymore through the salty pearls stuck to his lashes, his hands are shaking, but he stays still. God knows he wants to run, but can't.

̶ Shit, Steve. Steve, look at me. I didn't mean to freak you out.

Steve heard him from somewhere faraway and dark. He can feel warm hands on his cheeks, guiding his head to meet his gaze. He is truly beautiful, even deformed by the water that keeps oozing out of his eyes.

̶ I'm so sorry, I just couldn't process the fact that you love me back.

The words take their time to sink in his thick head that took one too many punch. When they eventually reach his brain, the confused and sad tears become happy tears.

̶ You love me?

̶ I love you Steve.

#steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #fix it fic #steddie fluff #love declaration #no beta we die like barb #not my first language

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