#this lyric man... hits me right where it hurts
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masterlist
i figured it was time to make one. it's in order based on when i wrote it. please, please let me know if a link is broken/mislabeled!!
*81 fics*
All of these are Jamie Tartt x reader
dress
Jamie and Keeley buy you a dress for the benefit gala
three times 'cause i've waited my whole life
secret relationship to engagement
you're losing me
first kid
don't make this any harder
Jamie wants to take you to Brazil, you’re both idiots
would hit him in a heartbeat now
Your ex boyfriend is a footballer and also a douche
silent sleepers
Jamie contemplates your relationship on the team bus
what it is
Jamie is sick ft. Roy
don't go wasting your emotion
Secret relationship + you own a bookshop! Ft. Roy and Keeley
you know, you'll always know me
You’re a famous singer! Congrats!
i don't know how you keep smiling/i'm just choking almost constantly
Jamie’s dad is a douche
i'll still be right next to you my dear
Jamie is a dad
can't really say i'm enjoying it now
Yikes it’s a breakup fic, but happy endings only in this house
mine of you with me
Reader and Jamie go semi-public with their relationship
today's a day like any other
The Tartt family thru the years
there's orange juice in the kitchen
Oof ouch period cramps
i can't breathe without you
Nate kisses you w/o consent
damned if i do give a damn what people say
You’re a theater actress! How exciting!
island made of faith
People think Jamie’s dumb, and he’s not
take your time while you're mine
You’re Roy’s other sister ft. all the Kents
honey, i'll give you all my time
Vienna. Enough said.
feeling fragile can't you tell
Jamie gets hurt
wrote all your lines in the script in my mind
Oh no! Some girl kissed Jamie and it wasn’t you! + Colin as the bff
stick together like glitter
Babysitting Phoebe + angst
your mind is not your friend
Angst + comfort after you have a bad hookup
chasing shadows in a grocery line
You’re pretty sure you have a hot stalker
don’t go yet
Tee hee protective Jamie at a club
kicking myself to keep from crying
The morning after your mind is not your friend
i think we could do it if we tried
High school sweethearts reunited after 6 years🥺
i’m glad you exist
You and Jamie go to a wedding
send for me
BREAKING: shit day at work made better by local boyfriend
tell me where to put my love
day off = food + snuggles
bored
The longest angst I’ve ever written. Def not the best angst I’ve ever written.
would it be enough if i never gave you peace
you’ve got baby fever and your pretty sure it’s going to kill your brother
wishing on every one
You own a flower shop. It’s adorable.
lyrical eyes, indigo smile
Bea meets the team for the first time!
something to rely on
You storm the pitch and smooch your bf
flipped the script
Enemies to lovers slow burn (or maybe fast burn, idk)
i fancy you
London Boy by ms. T. Swift
you don’t want to know me
Jamie shows up at your door after s.1 Man City
you’re in the kitchen humming
Post-Mom City
family that i chose
For the child-free girlies!
never wanted you to hate me
Pt. 2 of you don’t want to know me
wonderstruck
BFF Keeley tells you to give her awful ex a chance
in love with an idea
idk it’s like a confession of love? kinda cute
sinking into your worn-out mattress
Touch-deprived therapist! reader
you’re a mansion with a view
just two footballers doing an England promo, nothing to see here
i know what i’m doing
Post-Roy/Jamie locker room hug after Man City
wonder what it’d be like
Jamie tries to win you back
if only love were true
You’re a single mom in dire need of a plus-one
i know now it’ll pass
It’s hard to love someone when you’ve been told you don’t deserve it
the way it goes
The Greyhounds are protective of Jamie
how to love being alive
Idk this one’s like whatever and also supes long
there is happiness
GEORGIE GEORGIE GEORGIE
it’s just wanderlust
Relationship soft launch
glitter on the floor
You like to knit. You also think you’re a comedian.
maybe tomorrow you’ll know
The “he’s a prick to everyone but her” trope
hustling for the good life
I swear this is my last chaptered fic
let’s fall in love for the night
Kent!reader is having a baby
soft hands hit the jagged ground
friends w/benefits
for you, there’ll be no more crying
anxiety at work + bf jamie
smile at me
there was only one bed!!!!
slow motion double vision in rose blush
happy b-day Jamie Tartt
half-moon eyes
it’s just a question!
can’t hear my thoughts (i cannot hear my thoughts)
I’m allowed to write what i want, ok???
here in my arms
more Kent!reader + a baby named George
coffee at midnight
prick coach wakes you up bc of your prick boyfriend
healing me fine
Just a lil engagement fic for ya
i don’t know anything
if you’re interested in Bea
right words at the right time
It’s a wedding fic
move fast and keep quiet
boxer!reader + smitten Jamie
not saying you’re in love with me
You meet over Bantr!!!
we could be so good
Jamie comforts you after a bad date
i hold it like a grudge
i don’t even know how to describe this one but u might cry
there for you
sick fic
before you go
physio!reader
you’ll probably date her
chronic illness + childhood friends. gotta love it
feel it burn
Gym anxiety
play it back
Old movies of bb Jamie
ours
Thanksgivinggggg
light in the hallway
MORE Kent!reader
stuck by you
Bad family + good Jamie = fic
#jamie tartt x reader#jamie tartt fanfiction#jamie tartt x y/n#jamie tartt imagine#jamie tartt x you#jamie tartt#ted lasso#masterlist
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Soooooo
I wasn't too far off with this post
But because we have this
And we know Buck is jealous of Eddie & Tommy bonding
And we have this
and @exolve pointing out the shoe is Eddie's here...
Buck totally body checked Eddie on purpose and he got hurt
(still think he might hit his head cause he looks ok in the loft stills but he might bleed and they think it might be something serious first or his foot/leg cause we can't see them)
So this
is not only Eddie scolding him about spiralling and retreating cause he feels guilty and telling him that he's not mad and that they're ok
but
It's also Eddie telling him that nothing and no one will come between them and change their relationship
And this
is where Eddie pulls him into a hug
But I'm still hoping this whole thing will lead to the
oh
OH
moment
Cause someone has to be like... But WHY are you so angry about it
Wouldn't it be delicious if Tommy talked to him and be like...
Hey man, I won't come between you two, I can see how much he... means to you
But maybe... Talk to him about it?
And Buck first is like...!??????
And then Tommy is like
You know you're in love with your best friend, right? Tell me you know that... !???
And that's how we still can get
✨bi (realization) panic✨
And just as a lil reminder some lyrics of the song bewitched, bothered and bewildered
Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day when I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I
Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink
In conclusion
Buddie canon
with Tommy as the catalyst for Buck to realize his feelings for Eddie 😁
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The Judgement Day’s girl
Chapter 1
September 5, 2022
The Raw after Clash at the castle.
Y/N is standing next to her father Edge. Waiting for his music to cut out. After it cuts out all they could hear was cheers. Her father starts off by saying, “Dominik Mysterio.”
That was the boy who had betrayed not only Edge that night, but his own father. Nobody know where he has been since the 3rd of September.
Edge continues “Dom, I’ve known you since your dad came to the wwe. You’re 5 years old. You, me and Y/N used sit in catering and ping people off of peashooters.”
Y/N has a little smile on her face from that memory. She kind of zoned out thinking of all the memories she made with dominik leading up to the point of the betrayal. After a while in her own world she hears the theme song of who she called uncle. Rey was walking towards the ring.
“Hear me out edge,” Rey starts. Y/N blankly stares at her uncle.
“Please, I know my son messed up big,” The masked man continued, “ and I’m asking for an apology on his behalf. He’s still my son.”
Y/N looked a bit puzzled at the man. How could he excuse his son’s actions after what dominik did to him. She must have zoned out again because all she heard was, “So, dominik get your ass out here right now.”
This is my brutality…
It’s Rhea bloody Ripley. Y/N used to be friends with her. That was until Finn Bálor joined the judgement day and beat up my father. She remembers that day. Her and her step mom Beth were backstage with her two little sisters Lyric and Ruby. Listening to them talk. Then all the sudden Beth gasps edge is getting beat by what he called his team. Y/N puts down Ruby and runs to the ring to save her dad.
“Edge mate, you need to calm down,” The eradicator starts.
“Because at clash at the castle you both got what was coming for you,” She says as she points to Edge and Rey. Y/N glanced at the two older men seeing who she was closer to because she didn’t feel safe anymore. The truth was after the judgement day forced Edge out of the group they have been making her life a living hell.
Rhea continues, “Edge, you thought you could replace dominik like he didn’t matter and Rey you thought you could protect him just because he’s you little baby boy.”
“Well guess what the fact is he’s not you little baby boy anymore because I saw the potential in him and I made him into a man” Rhea ends
Dominik then walks out. Y/N looks at what used to be her best friend since they were 5 and she didn’t even recognize him anymore. Edge grabbed out to touch Y/N’s arm because he knows how much dominik meant to her.
Rey tries to call to his son and tells him to snap out of it, but that won’t change Dominik’s mind that quick.
“You still have time. Make amends with edge. Make things right,” says Rey
The Rhea decides to pipe up, “Rey. Rey, when are you going to get it through your thick skull Dominik not listening to you anymore. You can’t keep fighting his battles for him,” Rhea pauses, “You can’t.”
“And Edge, you’re passed your time mate because you, you can’t stop your judgement day,” Rhea admits.
The two start walking to the ring. Y/N’s grip on her dad’s shirt got harder because the fear she had. Rey wanted nothing to do with what was going to happen in the ring, so he leaves the ring telling edge “do what you gotta do”.
The father daughter duo watching as Rey got closer to his son. After speaking a few words to his son Rey walked away. Edge challenges the two outside of the ring to come closer by beckoning them. Then suddenly Edge pushes his daughter slightly away as he looked behind seeing that there was Finn Bálor and Damian Priest were pouncing at him. Y/N stood still and watched as her father fought back frozen with a bit of fear. Dominik also got in the fight as he took out edges knee. Y/N moved out of the ring because she knew her father would be mad if she got hurt.
She looks to Rhea as Dominik made his way out of the ring. She saw that her uncle came back. Y/N slightly hoped that Rey would hit him. Rey only wanted to help her dad. Rhea and Dom took out Rey. Ripley sent Rey into the steal steps Y/N went right to his aide. She spoke up for the first time that night, “tío Rey, are you okay.”
She only got a groan back from her uncle. Y/N focused on helping Rey up just to see her fathers bad knee getting jump on by bálor. Rey tapped her back to tell her to also get in the ring with him. Her and Rey went straight to Edge as the judgement day got out. Y/N stood at the ropes facing the ramp watching as they stood at the being of the ramp. Rhea just smiles and wove at the younger girl. She finally turned from them to kneel next to her dad as he groaned from the pain. Y/N and Rey helped Edge out of the ring and made their way backstage.
They got Edge to medical. Y/N had to step out of the room cause she couldn’t see her dad in pain.
“Hey, hermosa why so gloomy,” said a familiar voice. Y/N didn’t have to look who it was she could tell already but the scent and voice that it was none other than Damian Priest. She looked his way and wasn’t even shocked to see the judgement day behind him. Y/N didn’t answer she didn’t know if it was out of fear they would do something to her or if it was anger. Finn then spoke, “He’s talking to you.”
Y/N just nodded. After a few minutes of the judgement day staring at her, they just walked away huffing. Y/N had a smirk knowing she pissed them off.
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That is chapter one of idk how many more in this new series. I’ll admit I’m not a good writer when it comes to writing (like for some reason I can never stay in the same tense) but this series is being posted on both tumblr and A03 maybe Wattpad idk with that one yet. I hope you enjoyed it tho. Have great day night afternoon.
#wwe x reader#dominik mysterio x reader#rhea ripley x reader#wwe the judgement day imagine#wwe the judgement day#poly! judgement day#damian priest x reader#finn balor x reader
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im dYIIIINGGGG with the adam warlock x quill sister! when he calls her 'little quill'??? with that accent of his??? so soft and husky??? im screaming at my phone dude aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i need part iii right freaking now!!!
PAIRING: adam warlock & fem! quill’s sister!reader
POWERS: adapted from D.C.'s Stargirl, although in this instance, the powers are a part of you and the staff just helps you use them.
WC: 1.9k (woo a shorter one this time!)
SUMMARY: your first meeting with Adam wasn't one that indicated that you'd become friends anytime soon. Your second meeting. . . wasn't great either. But, somewhere along the line, you would develop a soft spot for the curious man-child.
WARNINGS: slight gotg three spoilers, badly written original fight scene, possibly ooc canon!guardians.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: OMG!!! This is my first-ever inbox message- thank you, anon! You made my day with this <3 I love Adam's/Will's accent; I definitely hope that we get to see (and hear) more of him in other Marvel movies. As requested, here's part three (even if it's technically part zero, lol.) I do take requests if anyone wants to send me stuff! (I just won't write smut, sorry!)
I hope you guys enjoy this part, although I'm not very confident about it since I'm terrible at writing fight scenes. It's hard enough for me to imagine original content (like the other two parts) but scenes where people move around a lot without the movie itself to rely on are very difficult for me because my mind doesn't think in pictures, but in words and I don't know how to describe fighting. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as the other parts. 😭
And on a side note, the 'no shit, Captain Sherlock' is another reference to space people messing up Terran lingo :)
Part 1 , Part 2
You were admittedly not in the best mood when you first (officially) met Adam. Peter and Mantis had left only days ago, leaving you to sort out your feelings alone. You were currently in the training room, fueling your sadness into anger at their abandonment. You often used your powers to aid you while you were fighting, but they weren’t much use during everyday life— unless you wanted to fly. Now, however, they were very useful.
Brilliant blasts of golden light shot out from the staff that your hands gripped tightly. While your powers could be used without aid, the staff helped you control them; Ego had made it for you when you’d become old enough to serve as his protector. Although you were disgusted with the weapon’s origins, you couldn’t help but agree that it made your fighting much more effective.
Each of your blasts hit the targets squarely in the middle as you turned deftly to conquer the row. A scowl was prominent on your face as you pictured each of your targets as Peter’s or Mantis’ face. (While you would never really want to hurt them, of course, the sting of their desertion fueled your thoughts.) You were listening to a playlist by the Rage Against the Machine— which you had chosen solely because of the band’s name as it mirrored your feelings. The music that was blasting in your ears was so loud that, if someone had been standing next to you, they could have heard the lyrics as if they were wearing your headphones themselves.
As you moved up and down the line of targets, you were unaware of the audience of three that had entered the room. Groot, Rocket and Adam stopped by the entrance to watch you unleash your fury against whatever enemy you were envisioning. The new leader of the Guardians gestured to you. “There. See? I told you she’s nice.”
Adam hesitated, clearly uncertain. “She looks mad.”
“I am Groot,” Groot agreed.
“Shut up,” Rocket retorted, glaring slightly at the tree who was supposed to be helping his case. “She won’t hurt goldie. You’ve already seen her bad side, haven’t you? This is nuthin’.”
The golden boy had to admit that Rocket was right; he remembered only too well his first encounter with you as you’d jumped in to help your friends fight off his unexpected attack.
--
He’d just defeated the stupid tree-like thing and as it scuttled away like a demented spider, the faint sound of a whistle pierced through the air. An arrow shot out of nowhere, harmlessly bouncing off his skin and only annoying him more than anything else. He looked around sharply, but there didn’t seem to be anyone brave enough to fight him in the vicinity. “Hey! Who threw that?”
He scoffed when there was no answer, stalking towards where he’d last seen his target. But before he could get very far, a force came out of nowhere— this time much stronger than an errant arrow. It knocked him off his feet like a bullet and together they were sent flying through the town, which elicited more cries of fear from the citizens.
He landed harshly against a building that got in the way and debris fell on top of him from the force of the collision. Adam grunted irritably; this was the second time during this fight that his enemy thought that throwing him into a building would be enough to deter his attack— didn’t they ever learn? He stood and shook the dust off his clothes before he strode back out to the street to face this new opponent. Except— it wasn’t the same blue person from before.
The golden boy stared at the other person with disbelief, the only thing that he could come up with was: “you’re a girl!”
She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit, Captain Sherlock.” She twirled the staff in her hands expertly between her fingers before she set the butt down on the ground. It glowed softly as it lit up with her power, her face set. “Let’s do this thing.”
Adam had no qualms about fighting a girl, so they charged at each other without hesitation. He thought she’d be as easy to take down as her teammates but when they collided, she merely used her staff as a shield against his attack. They paced across the open space as they exchanged blows, the girl using her staff offensively and defensively interchangeably. As she flipped neatly out of the way of one of his advances, he began to see how evenly matched they were.
“You are stalling,” he realized. “If you just hand over your friend, we would not have to fight.”
The girl paused, flicking some of her hair out of her eyes. “Oh. Well, in that case—”
She charged at him again, her staff catching on his uniform. She followed him into the air and her swift kick to his stomach sent him tumbling away from her. It was then that he realized that she could fly— just like him— and that was what had powered her initial attack. In the time it took for him to recover from the spin, a blast of golden light was sent his way. Because of his more durable skin, though, the light only felt like volts of electricity rather than something that could do actual damage. The most effective part of her power was the blast itself, which he had to fight through to get closer to her.
Now that he knew where her power came from, he made to attack her staff in order to knock it out of her hands. She seemed to sense his plan— Adam figured most people she fought went this route— and she countered this by trying to fly above him to push him towards the ground. He responded by grabbing the staff in her hands directly while she was mid-swing. The girl was tiring slightly, her breath becoming shorter as the fight went on and she was now on the defensive.
She tried to yank her staff loose from his hold but as evenly matched as they were, he was still stronger. The girl then attempted to shake him off by lighting the staff up with her power. If he hadn’t been such a strong opponent, the golden light would have burned through his hands. As it was, the little volts were barely something that he registered. While he could have easily swung the staff to send her flying off the end and into the ground, he held back the true show of his strength as she didn’t seem to be as resilient as the two blue people or the tree.
Instead, he tried once more for the diplomatic route: “you have fought valiantly for your little friend. If you surrender him to me now I will leave your village in peace.”
The girl’s eyes narrowed with fury as she continued to fight to free her weapon. “Go to hell!”
Adam sighed, having partially expected that response. “Very well. Have it your way, then.”
He smoothly jerked the staff from her grasp and carelessly tossed it to send the weapon spiraling towards the ground. He turned back towards the girl to finish her off as he had her teammates, but he paused. She seemed to hang, suspended, in the air as time appeared to freeze around her. Her eyes widened and, for the first time since he’d encountered her, a look of fear appeared on her face.
Then, she dropped like a stone.
They were very high off the ground by this point and the fall would likely kill a normal being. He wasn’t sure if she would survive, so his reflexes kicked in before he could really think about what he was doing.
By now, the shock had worn off and she fell through the air, she reached up to him as he was the only person who could help her. Adam put on a spurt of speed to try and catch her but she was falling faster than he had anticipated. The girl slammed into the ground and lay still just as he landed next to her. He told himself that saving her wasn’t his mission, and her incapacitation only made obtaining his goal easier. His mother’s orders echoed in his mind, so against his instinct he turned away from her in pursuit of the squirrel.
--
You felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. You whirled around with your staff in a defensive position only to be met with the sight of your teammates. With a sigh, you pulled out one earbud but didn’t pause your music.
“What?” you asked shortly.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, Little Quill. I’m ya superior now,” Rocket replied, unaffected by your attitude. “I wanted you to meet golden boy here.”
You gave Adam a once-over, ignoring how the sight of his. . . attractive features made your stomach curl pleasantly. “Yeah. We’ve met.”
The boy in question shifted uncomfortably, feeling once again ashamed of his previous actions. Before he could say anything, Rocket spoke again, adjusting the straps of his jumpsuit as he did so: “well, I ain’t great with humie ages, but I figured ya’d be about the same. I thought it might boost team morale to see ya two hangin’ out together or whatever humies your age do.”
While your first response was to dismiss the whole endeavor— you didn’t want to get close to someone else just to have them leave you, too— but a small, traitorous part of your mind whispered: he saved your brother. Another part chimed in: he’s not bad to look at.
“Fine,” you grumbled. “He can stay, but he better not get in my way. I’m not stopping my training because of him.”
“That’s the spirit, Little Quill,” your captain said, choosing to not acknowledge your reluctance. “I’ll leave ‘im in your hands. Let’s go, Groot.”
As you shoved the earbud back in your ear, you could faintly hear Adam’s protest: “wait! You’re not leaving me here, are you?”
While Rocket’s reply was drowned out by your music, the boy’s words hit you unexpectedly; it sounded just like your response to Peter’s and Mantis’ disinclination to stay with the Guardians. Some of your anger faded as you glanced at the boy who stood awkwardly in your periphery. Despite all of his strength and power, Adam looked a bit like a lost puppy and his expression made your features soften against your will. Fine. Whatever. It wouldn’t kill you to be nice.
You took out an earbud again. “Well, don’t just stand there. I know you can fight, so let’s see you use those skills.”
At the reminder of your first encounter, he sent you a guilty look. As he stepped up next to you, he said quietly, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. For almost killing you.”
You patted him on the arm companionably. “Hey, no hard feelings. You’re not the first and you certainly won’t be the last, so just add your name to the list.”
All of the Guardians had forgiven him with surprising readiness and it seemed like you were no different— only, you were. His gaze stayed on the spot where your hand had touched him. There was a lingering warmth as if your hand was still there, the sensation sending tingles (not unlike the ones that he felt during your blasts of power) through him.
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#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock x y/n#adam warlock#adam warlock fanfiction#adam warlock imagine#gotg v3#guardians of the galaxy#gotg imagine#adam warlock x you#marvel#mcu#mcu x reader#will poulter x reader#will poulter#will poulter imagine#marvel x reader
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seventeen — alone
fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
previous — masterlist — next
word count. 1.6k
content. swearing, gross college party, dubcon (mainly just a lack of clear communication), unprotected vaginal penetration, rough sex, use of safe word
You don’t know why you’re at this party. It’s the first one of the new semester, which is exciting, sure, but mostly for freshmen and people in desperate need of blowing off some steam. You’re not exactly itching to get drunk and grind on a bunch of people just yet.
“Are ya good?”
You look over your shoulder to find Atsumu smiling at you as he holds you on his lap. His hair’s a little messy (your fault), his lips a little swollen (also your fault), and his smile a little too wide (all your fault). It’s taking everything in you not to pounce on him again.
Oh, right, that’s why you’re here.
“I’m good,” you tell him, patting his leg. “You look really good, did you know that?”
He smirks. “I figured somethin’ was up when ya wouldn’t stop makin’ out with me at yer place.”
You feel your face heat up at the memory. “I can’t believe Kiyoko saw me like that.”
“Just be glad ya weren’t ridin’ me. Again. For like the third time this week.”
You gape at his candor. “Says the guy that asked me to ride him,” you say. “Sex privileges revoked. Not cool, man.”
“Wait!” he exclaims. “Y/N, be sensible!”
You stand up only to be pulled down again, giggling as he pulls your face to his. “What?” you ask, pretending to be serious. “Got something to say?”
“Take it back,” he says. There’s a playful glint in his eye.
You lean in and kiss him hard. “Fine,” you say when you pull back, finding him stunned. “I’m gonna go talk to some friends.”
He squeezes your hand and lets you go. “Alright, call me if ya need me.”
You nod, blowing him a kiss as you walk away.
Joining the crowd, you realize that the party has reached a level of absolute filth. The center of the room has people dancing, gyrating, making out, and—you suspect—downright fucking. It’s strange. And kinda gross. Between a fever dream and a landfill.
It’s college.
You find a few of your friends, girls from your team, and you dance with them for a while. It’s nice, laughing and twirling each other around. You’re tossing compliments at each other left and right, and at times, it starts to sound insincere, but it’s mostly honest.
You’re swaying your hips to the music with your hand on the waist of one of your teammates, screaming the lyrics to the song that’s playing when you feel a hand grasp your hip. You ignore it at first, thinking that someone just needed help staying upright or mistook you for someone they know.
“Y/N, do you know him?” your teammate asks, pointing at the person behind you.
You take her hand and she gives you a little spin so you can turn around.
Oh.
“Suna,” you greet, still smiling. “What’s up?”
You can’t read the expression on his face, but he tightens his hold on your hip and leads you away from the crowd.
“Where are we going?” you ask as he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs.
He brings you to one of the bedrooms and locks the door behind him. When he turns to look at you, it’s clear as day what he wants. He wants to fuck you.
Suna pulls you in and starts kissing you, his hands already going to the back of your dress and tugging at your zipper. You try to lean back to pull your lips away, but he just takes it as a sign to push you towards the bed. The back of your knees hit the mattress and you tumble on top of it, propping yourself up with your elbows.
You watch as he silently pulls your dress off and unzips his pants. “Rin?”
His eyes fly to yours. He looks angry and turned on and hurt all at once. “I haven’t fucked you in a week,” he says lowly, pulling his cock out. You can see the pre-cum dribbling out of it as he pumps it with his hand. “And you show up to this party.” He pulls your underwear off, leaving you naked save for your bra. “In that dress.” He dips a finger between your folds, making you moan. “With Atsumu.”
“Rin—”
“You’ve been with him all week,” he says sharply. “You walk out on me for no reason and you disappear for a week because you’re with him.”
“I didn’t disappear—”
He lines his cock up at your entrance and scowls at you. “Fuck you,” he says. “I need this.”
Despite the roughness of his actions and the harshness of his words, he still stares at you, waiting for your go signal.
You bob your head a little. “You can have it.”
He pushes all the way into you and bottoms out, standing at the edge of the bed and holding your legs up. His thrusts are hard, almost violent. They send your whole body shaking as he plunges in and out of your cunt.
“Fuck!” you scream out, muffling your moans into the crook of your elbow. “Rin! Please! ‘S too much!”
He growls. “That’s not your safe word.”
You throw your head back as he thrusts against your sweet spot. “Rin!”
“You think you can just leave me like that?” he spits, watching as you struggle to take him. “Think you can just ignore my texts?”
“I didn’t ignore you—”
“Think you can just disappear from my life?”
“I wasn’t trying to—”
“Think you can just replace me with Atsumu?”
Your eyes shoot open. What? You lift your head to look at him as he drills into you. “Wait, Rin—”
“What?” he hisses. “Do you really think you’re gonna care about him as much as you care about me?”
The pleasure starts dulling a little, the pain becoming more apparent. “Wait, wait, wait—”
He starts laughing. “Do you really think you’re gonna fall in love with somebody else?”
You bolt upright. “Wait, Rin.” He doesn’t stop. “Rin, please, stop, wait—daisy! Daisy!”
Suna stills completely at the sound of your safe word, his hands flying off of you as he pulls out and backs away. His eyes are wide and full of guilt. “Oh fuck,” he says, staring at you as you sit up. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure him. You pull your underwear back on and slip back into your dress. “I just… I needed you to stop.”
He shakes his head. “I should’ve listened to you—”
“Rin.” You pat the space beside you for him to sit down. When he hesitates, you give him a pointed look. “I will drag you here.”
Reluctantly, he moves to sit down, zipping his pants back up and keeping himself as far away from you as possible. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you say again, crossing your legs and turning to face him. “That was just a lot of… Atsumu talk.”
“Fuck, I know. I’m sorry.” He looks so small, practically curling into himself as he avoids your eyes. “It was too much. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
The two of you just sit there for a moment. Guilt and terror and anticipation hang in the air. He won’t talk, you know that. He’ll nod and agree to everything you say and apologize to his heart’s content, but he won’t actually talk. You know there’s no other way to do this, you can’t just keep letting it drag on. You have to do it. Just do it. Deep breath. Say the words—
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Fuck. You didn’t mean to say it like that.
The words sound so weak, so helpless, so foreign in your mouth. But you’ve said them. There’s no way you can take them back now.
He looks up at you. “Wait, Y/N.” He sounds panicked. “What are you talking about?”
You can’t back down now.
“This,” you say, gesturing at whatever vague entity this nothing between the two of you is. “I can’t do this.”
“Y/N, come on. We can talk about this.”
“We can talk, but I don’t wanna do—”
“Stop it. Why are you making this so weird?”
“I’m not making it—”
“Why? You haven’t even told me why.”
“Rin, I—”
“It doesn’t make sense, Y/N. Just stop—”
“Atsumu asked me to be his girlfriend.”
It cuts through the air like a knife. And Suna’s head seems to be on the chopping block.
He just blinks at you. “And what—”
“I’m gonna say yes,” you say. You can feel your heart fall apart at the distressed look on his face, but you know you have to keep talking. “I can’t take this anymore. This isn’t… healthy. You can’t even fuck another girl without saying my name and I can’t—” keep holding onto you “—keep letting us do this.”
Suna opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He turns away, silent, and stares at his feet. This isn’t happening.
His reaction catches you off guard. You were expecting him to be a little upset (mainly because he won’t get to fuck you anymore), but not this… dejected. A part of your mind screams at you to ask: Why do you even care?
“Is that really what you think?”
It’s just sex.
“It is.”
Why do you even care?
He swallows the lump in his throat and nods. “Sorry,” he says, “if I did anything.”
It’s what you didn’t do.
“You didn’t.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.”
“I only care about you.”
Yeah, right.
You place your hand on his and offer him a sad smile. “It had to end someday.”
You could’ve stopped it from ending. But you didn’t, Rin. You didn’t.
He pulls his hand away from you and gets up. “It did,” he says, walking out of the room. For a moment, he stops at the door, holding the knob like he’s about to say something else.
Say it.
Say you love me.
Because I love you.
But he doesn’t say anything.
He just leaves. And you sit there on the bed of a stranger—alone, just like you always were when you were with him.
notes. let’s be so real, there are no winners here hahaha
#hqbaby.fyi#hqbaby#haikyuu#suna rintarou#suna#suna rintarou x reader#suna x reader#miya atsumu#atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x reader#haikyuu x reader#suna rintarou fic#suna fic#miya atsumu fic#atsumu fic#suna smut#haikyuu fic
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Cam Boy HC - Bad Omens
So I got a request from an anon about like … phone sex or virtual sex or something and it was lowkey stumping me. Then I thought about cam boys. Then I think it was @badhedonist that said something about cam boys and that confirmed that I needed to give y’all my headcanons about this. Auntie V doesn’t work for a week so prepare to be sick of me. TW: mentions of sex work, voyeurism, exhibitionism. WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS IN THIS HOUSE DONT START WITH ME.
Noah (StopTheFuckingCar) - He started cam work out of what he saw as a necessity. He was 20 when his girlfriend at the time suggested it.
“It’s just like … there’s a market for the tattoos and the long hair and shit. You pretend like the camera isn’t on. Ignore the chat or whatever … but making quick money from jerking off can’t hurt, ya know? Make some gas money for tour,” she told him as she pulled up the site. She mumbled something about sharing the link around her circle, something about bitches always wanting her man and having the opportunity.
Quick money for tour.
Just a few times.
He made the username … some old band lyric that came to mind. Made sure his tattooed skin and the ends of his hair were visible in the camera. Black ink scattered over a moonlight-pale belly. He shook like a goddamn leaf the first time he started the show.
Ignore the chat. Ignore the camera.
I think Noah muted it all. Didn’t want to hear the clink and cling of people sending money, or liking it. Didn’t want to think that people were watching him.
The shit ya do for a handful of Slim Jim’s and some fucking apple juice, man.
His nervously twitching hand wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed around. Hard. His neck rolled and Noah’s head fell back as he felt the blood flow.
Do what you normally do.
Noah reached over himself with his right hand and grabbed the bottle of “Lavender Champagne” lotion his girl kept on the bedside. He’d never really needed lube or lotion before as leaning his head down and spitting on his cock was, well, acceptable to him … but maybe not to one of the twenty-seven people watching. The cold lotion ripped a hiss from his clenched teeth, but his head fell right back into its previous position as the slick slide of his fist passed over the head.
Holy fuck.
Noah couldn’t hold the tiny gasping moans that left his open mouth. The heinously obscene sound of his cock being worked over made the blood rush to the tips of his ears. His heartbeat was present in his dick as he jerked himself faster and tightened that grip at the end of each stroke.
“Oooo shit,” it’s high pitched and it comes with a quick roll of his hips.
At this point, he really was entirely lost in the self-pleasure. The cam didn’t exist. Hell, the laptop could’ve flown off the bed and he wouldn’t have known because the way his toes were curling and his ass was grinding into the mattress before arching off again? Pure pandemonium in his melting brain.
“I’m so goddamn close,” he whimpers as he almost reflexively closes his legs at the intensity. He hasn’t jacked off like this since he was a fuckin’ teenager, and maybe that isn’t even true. He definitely hadn’t hit the point where anyone could walk in and see and he’d make eye contact and continue in a long time. Seriously. It could’ve been Jesus and every single disciple he had. All nine or whatever, Noah thinks.
“Can I - can I cum? I really need to fucking cum,” he whines and thrashes his head around on the pillow, and who he’s talking to? Not even he knows that. Noah might bite his lip until it bleeds if he doesn’t bust soon. His left hand shoots out from under the blanket to grip on to as much of the bed as he can grab. “I’ve gotta … oh … uh,” his moans get progressively louder as he cums so hard that the ropes hit him on his fucking neck. His eyes flutter back open and the bright light of the still rolling screen is a violent reminder.
Frantic and unable tell what is lotion and what is semen, Noah hits a key and stops the camera abruptly.
74 viewers. A full chat log. 4 private messages. A shit load of coins or some shit - he never checked how the currency works.
MommyAlicia: I like the way you beg pretty baby xx
Throwitallaway: Do you take requests?? I’ve never cum so fast.
XXXXTinkerbell: I’ll be following you bc this was fucking hottt
Noah catches his breath, blinks a few times, and he cannot hide the small upturn in the corner of his mouth.
Nicholas (OdachiDaddy) - Nick wasn’t new to this. He’d been using cam work as a means of play for about a year now. It all started as something he jumped in on once with Noah.
“Emo Twink Boyfriends Jack Off In The Living Room Before Pizza Guy Comes Over” was a fucking hit, and Nicholas had never made 150 bucks that fast.
He started his own shit. Quick nickname. Tagged Noah for the views.
See, Nicholas was always good at math. He knew that slowly tugging on his leaking cock plus a little dirty talk specifically catered to those housewives that weren’t getting enough from their men meant dollars (and lube) in his hand.
“If you were here I’d let you lick all of this up,” he muses as he shows the camera a bead of precum he’s swiped off the tip. He brought his thumb to his bottom lip before dragging it across and moaning under his breath.
The money counter dinged away.
He ran his tattooed fingers over his hip and continued to twist his wrist over the head as he adjusted himself into a sitting position.
CherryBomb14: God ur so hot I want you to put a baby in meee
His mind works quick. Her profile picture shows that she’s older … he takes a risk.
“Again? Make you a mom again? Come sit on this cock and we can discuss details,” he chuckles as he bites his lower lip and nods his head back a little.
The money counter clinks so many times he can’t count it. Bingo.
Not that he was ever this bold with real life partners, not always. He’s been a creative all his life though. Nick knew what they wanted to hear, and he let it flow while he put on a show for them.
“If you’re watching alone feel free to - fuck. Feel free to play along. I know you need to cum. I know work was hard. Just … you can reach down and rub on that clit a little? For me?,” he strokes his cock as he makes direct eye contact with the camera. “I know you’ll do it for me because I know you’re soaked. Go ahead and fucking check sweetheart,” he groans as he feels the pool of heat building in his gut.
Nobody needed to know about the unnecessarily long hours spent scrolling through porn, reading Reddit posts, and letting his own filthy mindbox scroll away that it took to curate the dirty mouth that got him in the top 5% of male performers. Hell … whatever got him there, right?
Nicholas pauses to spit in his hand before continuing. As much as he did this for his loyal viewers, anyone in his position would be .9 seconds away from blowing a load all over themselves if they fucked their fist the way he did.
“It’s … it doesn’t feel like your pussy. I want your pussy,” he licks over his bottom lip as his head falls back and his mouth parts with a silent scream.
Feeling his end near he does what he’s known for … call it a finishing move or some shit. “I’m gonna give you my cum - where do you want it, huh? Can I fill it up? I’m gonna fill it up,” he cums all over his hand with a loud grunt and a harsh snap of his hips. He likes to ride it out by ghosting his fingertips along his shaft … plays with his cum a little, much to the enjoyment of the 322 viewers he has.
“Ugh. That was a good one … holy shit,” he lets out an exasperated sigh as he swipes at his forehead with his clean hand. “Alright, y’all know the speech. Meet me back here on uhm … meet back on Wednesday at 7 pm Pacific and we’ll help each other out again, hmm? Night night,” he smiles and turns the camera off before tucking himself away.
Nicholas slowly got up from the couch and went to go take a shower with thoughts of next week’s theme bouncing around in his skull.
Folio (RideItLikeYouStoleIt) - He got introduced to the sex work world through Nicholas and Noah when he forced them to explain why they needed him to dress up like a Pizza Hut worker, knock on the door of Noah’s house and ask them if they ordered the extra-large meat lovers with stuffed crust.
He looked at them like they’d lost their goddamn marbles, but he couldn’t help but think about how they made 300 bucks in 15 minutes and all they did was jerk off (which Folio was quite good at) for a handful of people.
See, Folio has a specific niche. A role he’s taken on. His brand, if you will.
There’s a religious following of about 400 viewers that pay to watch him do cum tributes. It’s all very structured. The money hits his account by the end of the day on Thursday, and on Friday morning he prints the pictures that his paying viewers sent in. Sometimes it’s just a face, sometimes it’s their ass cheeks spread wide and inviting for him, and sometimes it’s their pussies that they’re parting open with two fingers.
“I’d pound away at this cunt until its fucking raw, I swear to god,” he grunts as he quickly works his hand over his dick. “I wish you could sit this pretty pussy on my face babe,” he groans as he teases the tip.
The coins clank away as the camera rolls. The view is his nipples down and he’s standing up while holding the photo in his left hand. His chin pins his shirt up so the viewers get a clear shot of the eagle he has tattooed across his heaving chest.
“Is this what you wanted? I’ve been saving all this cum for you - shit. I wanna paint that ass with it,” he moans as he feels the warmth rise up his torso.
Folio had a fascination with cum tributes before he even knew what they were. He was a simple man. Flipping through a motorcycle mag and seeing a girl sitting on a bike was enough for that night to end with a few pages you couldn’t turn anymore. If he could profit off of something he was already accustomed to … why the fuck not?
Throwaway395: I might have to send one next week omg
StopTheFuckingCar: You should! He can cum more than once ;)
If he wasn’t so fucking close to the edge Nick might have laughed at Noah because yeah. The weed does that to him. That’s part of why he decided to capitalize on his abilities.
“God I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as the money counter chimes again. And with a loud groan that’s been ripped from his lungs, he does. He paints the perfect picture. Gets the paper all messy and cum covered … rubs it in with the tip of his dick.
“Thank you so much for sending that in,” he smiles as he holds it up to the camera. He shows off his work for a second, “alright. Now up next we haaaave … Ms.KatieLove. I’m gonna grab some water and we’ll get into it,” he chuckles as he blows a kiss at the camera.
Jolly (TheDoorsUnlocked) - Oh Jolly. Jolly didn’t get introduced to this by any of the boys. His own dark perverse fantasies brought him in front of his monitor three nights a week.
Jolly doesn’t touch himself unless it’s on cam. That’s bible.
The thrill of getting caught was one that hung over him for years. Something about touring and being close to others. Something about having to jack off with an almost fully dry hand to keep the sounds down, but secretly hoping that the accidental moans would send someone knocking on the venue’s broom closet door.
He makes a ritual of it. He greets his fans with a soft and warm voice. Jolly pans over to the window and opens the curtains up, and then pans back around to show them that his bedroom door is unlocked. He sits in his computer chair and he pulls his cock free from his sweatpants.
“So,” he says as he strokes himself in long languid succession, “my roommates have a few people over and I was thinking about like,” he bites his lower lip in thought. “I was thinking like what if someone gave them bad directions to the bathroom and they walked up here and just … fuck that feels nice - they just walked in on me getting off like this,” he tilts his head to the side as his jaw clicks.
“What if you were here? And what if we were fucking really slow under the covers? If they walked in would you make me stop, or could I grind against that pussy while they ask me what the WiFi password is,” Jolly can’t help but apply extra pressure when he rhythmically squeezes the head of his dick at the thought.
Living in a house full of sex workers really meant that he could text them the exact time that he needed them to knock on the door, or the exact time he wanted one of them to shout and ask if he was ready to go to the grocery store yet. His fans loved those brief oh shit moments.
SasukesWifey: what if someone is leaving the party and they look up into your window? I would run right back inside ugh
“Don’t tease me like that,” he hisses as his dick spills a little more precum. Of course Jolly has tint on his windows and no one can see in, but they didn’t need to know that. “I need to cum but I gotta stay quiet. Oh my god,” he breathes out.
OdachiDaddy: FUCKIN’ CAUGHT. IM COMING UP UPSTAIRS DAWG. YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING ON A SONG.
The coins start flowing like lava.
Jollys eyes blow wide as his pace quickens. Nicholas threatening to blow the door wide open was all it took for him to cum all over his stomach.
“Shit shit shit,” he groaned out as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick.
Just as the money counter stops furiously clinking, Jolly shoves himself back into his pants (and curses quietly because he knows that cumstain will show straight through) and sits back as the door opens up.
“Whaaaatcha doin,” Nicholas asks in a singsong voice.
Firefly_21: oooo who is he 👀
Jolly mouths a solid “shut up,” at the camera before raising his eyebrows.
He hangs his head in his hands and laughs as a smile breaks out over his reddened cheeks.
“Well … stand up bro. We got burgers down there. Come on … get up,” Nicholas yanks on his hand with a wicked smirk as Jolly clicks out of the session.
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‘When you’re lost in the universe, don't lose faith’
a/n: Not requested! This is a sequal to 'In the moment where lost and found’, I just want to be by your side.’ Nobody asked for this but I wanted it lol i had written both pretty much back to back, only this took some time. its almost 2000 words! Title is a lyric from Hand of God by Jon Bellion
Edit: I AM SO DUMB? Why didn’t I finish the last paragraph?
You don't know why you are surprised when you wake up to an empty room, at first a deep sadness settles into you, and then anger. Ripping the blankets off and ignoring the pain that flares up in your shoulder you rush out of the room and down a flight of stairs.
Slamming your hands on the hotel front desk you startle the man behind said desk. “Blonde guy with a red coat, where is he.” Your tone leaves no room for argument, as the man looks at you shocked. The moment stretches out too long, and you lean forward getting into the guy's face. “Well?” you snap at him, which makes him move.
“Erm... I guess this is for you then.” The hotel clerk hands you a sheet of paper, which you yank out of his hands, turning around to read the contents.
‘Y/n… I'm sorry. I can't keep my promise to you, it's better this way to part now before you get seriously hurt because of me. Bad things happen around me, and I care about you too much to let me be your downfall. You deserve better, we’ll see each other again one day! But for now, it's goodbye, I’m sorry that I'm too much of a coward to tell you all this in person, but you know I've always been better at running away.’
You began to shake either out of anger or something else, how dare he make this decision for you! You wanted to travel with him, the risk meant nothing to you. Stuffing the note in your coat pocket, you turned back to the clerk who flinched at the deadly look in your eyes. “How long ago did he leave this?”
“The sun just began to rise, so not even an hour ago!” The clerk said, his eyes darting towards the front door. You called out a ‘thanks’ while you rushed out of the hotel, how far could get in an hour? Pretty far, you tracked the whole damn desert if you had to just so that you could wring his pretty neck. If he was sorry for leaving you, he’d be really sorry once you found him.
Thus began the search, you asked any person you came across if they had seen even a hint of Vash’s red coat. You had a feeling Vash wouldn't leave town, no he would make sure you were okay and had some footing and a plan. Because even if he was a coward, he wouldn't leave you in danger.
You just kept asking people, some pointed you in the right direction and others were wild Thomas chases. Morning turned to afternoon and then to dusk. Frustrated with yourself and Vash you sat down on a bench head in your hands. He would be gone by morning; you knew it deep down. Leaning back to look at the sky, you could feel yourself began to cry. Wiping your eyes harshly you stood. Damn him! Shoving your hands in your pockets, you fisted the material of the note he left you bringing it out. Maybe there would be a clue.
You flipped it over, eyes widening it was a receipt for a Sand steamer. It was a stretch, but you ran to the station hoping that he would be there. Why haven't you looked at that before, shaking your head, it didn't matter you need to move before you ran out of time.
Making it to the station you looked around frantically.
You’ve finally spotted the telltale sign of a red coat, without thinking you rush forward grabbing a fistful of said coat with your hands and yanking back hard. You hear Vash yell out startled, as he hits the sand ass first. He looks up at you as if he’s seen a ghost, it's much more like he's looking at one very pissed-off demon.
You stare down at him, hands shaking at your side. He has the gull to look shameful, he then looks away unable to hold your glare. Vash sits up placing his arms over his knees and his head hanging. He looks small, so unlike the man you're used to. It pains you, but you're going to have to hurt him to get him to understand.
“You left.”
“I know.”
Silence, you were tired of silence of unsaid words, you’ve had enough. “I got hurt, and it was your fault. Is that what you want to hear? That your right, I’ll probably continue getting hurt because of you. Because someone always going to be chasing you, and I'm making myself a target?” Your tone was harsh, and he flinched not picking his head up.
“But you know what you hurt me.” Your voice broke, and it caused him to look up to meet your gaze. “You're hurting me right now because you're shutting me out. You think leaving is going to protect me” He doesn’t say anything to you, he just holds your gaze and you can see the tears begin to pool in his eyes.
“Well, it's not!” you snap, God you’d just wish he’d say something, yell at you get mad something! “I'm going to get hurt again, and you're going to get hurt as well. And you know what? I’m not leaving!” You took a step closer towering over him, maybe you were being too cruel. You needed him to understand, it was you and him till the end of the line no matter what happened between then and now.
You watched as he clenches his fist, he looks at you sharply pushing his glasses up to rest on top of his head, you watch his tears fall and you ignore the pang in your chest. “I’m scared!” Vash finally snaps at you; his tone is cold but you're just glad he's talking. “I'm scared, that I won't be enough and that I’ll lose you like I've lost everyone else!” he ends the statement with a sob into his hands, “I'm never enough, and I can't let you suffer because of it.”
Your gaze softens and you drop to your knees in front of Vash, you gently grab his wrists to pull them away from his face. You hold his tearful gaze, with a tearful one of your own. “I’m scared too.” You whisper, dropping his wrists and leaning forward to pull him into a hug your arms resting around his neck and cradling his head in your chest. “But I would rather be scared together than apart.” His arms wrap around you suddenly he pulls you impossibly close and sobs. You hold him as tightly as you can, hoping to convey everything to him.
“You’re such a crybaby,” you say it as if tears aren’t steaming down your own face, Vash laughs it’s small and way too watery but it’s something. “You’re crying too.” You let out a huff, you continue to hold him as you both cry.
“Ya know maybe I want to protect you too? Ever think about that?” You muttered as you rest your cheek on top of his head, the silence stretched out, you were just glad to have him in your arms. You shivered as the night air settled over you, Vash squeezed you before dropping his arms and leaning back to look up at you.
“Why?” His voice was small, you smiled cupping his face in your hands. “Because that’s what you do for the people you love right?” Your words settled over the two of you, a risk, a chance, a choice. You held his face lightly letting him have a chance to pull away, his next actions would determine everything.
His blue eyes became impossibly wide, and they filled with more tears. You knew you were fully crying at this point as well, but you needed to give Vash a chance to figure things out for himself. So, you waited, and your hands begin to shake as the silence continued.
It happened in a flash, but Vash stood pulling you up along with him, both on your feet he grabbed your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, he looked into your eyes and gave you such a bright smile you knew everything would be okay. “You love me?” he asked it quietly, his voice filled with hope.
You step forwards, to be closer to him. “Yes.” His hands shook, he begins to pull back “It's not safe.” Your own grip on his hands tightened, to keep him in place. “Vash look at me, as long as we’re together nothing else matters. We’ll figure it out. Okay? But God Vash, I love you and I don't want to be apart from you for even a second.”
Your confession was like a trigger for him, Vash pulled you towards him you let out a light shriek as he wrapped his arms around you and begin to twirl with you. “You love me!” Not a question this time, but a loudly proclaimed statement, he continued to spin you until he lost his footing and the both of you toppled to the ground. He managed to break your fall as you landed on his chest.
“You love me...” you laughed, picking your head up to meet his gaze, “Yes I think we’ve established this.”
“I... I love you too.” Vash whispered it so softly as if he was still afraid to admit it, it was real now. You both knew there would consequences, but at the moment the thought was far away. He was still scared and you were as well. Your future with Vash was unknown and dangerous, this was a risk for both of you a chance to get hurt, but it was your choice to love him and you would with everything you had.
You sat up looking down at him, as he only stared at you eyes wide and filled with warmth. You smiled leaning down and you placed a gentle kiss on his beauty mark below his eye. You leaned back, but before you could get too far Vash reached out and placed his hand behind your head to bring you back down to him.
Your lips were only inches apart as he stared at you, a question in his glance and a shyness to his movements. “I want to kiss you.”
“The feelings mutual.” You replied closing the distance, the angle was awkward. And you were sure Vash could not be comfortable on the ground, but all the same, it was perfect.
You pulled back, but not before placing another soft kiss upon his lips, you could do this forever and you would never tire of the feeling of his lips on yours. You helped Vash sit up, “can you say it again?” He couldn’t hold your gaze when he asked. His voice was so small, right then and there you decided you were going to spend every day showing Vash how much you love him.
Smiling gently, and leaning in to rest your forehead to Vash’s you spoke quietly into the night
“I love you, Vash.” You laughed as you watched his face heat up with an obvious blush. You didn't know what tomorrow would hold for you too, it could be peaceful it could be dangerous but you would face it together. He helped you stand; you didn't let him get too far away as you gripped his hand. Leaning in for another kiss, you knew that at this moment it would always be worth it to love Vash and him you.
#vash the stampede#trigun stampede#trigun#trigun stampede x reader#trigun stampede imagine#vash x reader#vash imagines#vash imgaine#vash the stampede x reader#vash x you
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can i request for hanni alphabet? thanks ❤️ - 🌸
candy -> pham hanni ver
aka the fluff alphabet
admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- when hanni writes things, she often gets too critical of herself. thus, she admires how you sometimes gently coax the pen out of her hands just to hug her and remind her that not every lyric she produces has to be perfect <33
body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- your back (💀) as in if you’re taller than her you are cmon no one is shorter than hanni then she loves to get piggyback rides from you!!
cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- so you know how she’s shorter than you? well hanni is the big spoon, because someone needs to be the man in this relationship
dates (what’s her ideal date)- hanni loves stay-in dates, where you both just listen to one direction 😙 alternatively you can buy/bake with her bread
emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- very loud, very expressive, the type to hit you when she’s laughing
family (does she want one)- maybe? hanni has better things to worry about let’s be honest
holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes!! duh, she’s a angry little sh when you refuse to hold her hand
injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- would blink really slowly, not believing you just hurt yourself on her guard. next, depending on how badly you got hurt, she would either rush to help you and/or yell at you
jokes (does she like to joke around)- remember when i said she hits you while laughing? that’s because you don’t laugh at her dad jokes
kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- veri soft like mwah 🤭 cute smooches. if she was tall enough, she would smooch your forehead every chance given but she isn’t
love (what’s her love language)- the passive aggressive way of treating you is basically how she expresses her love. yes, she whines when you say she’s short but at least you don’t get bitten because of that, unlike minji
memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- you coming to the studio with drinks for everyone during recording of omg. that’s how you won the rest of nwjns over btw 💪
nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- she’s all over you, literally. hanni turns liquid during the night and she hogs you at least you’re warm
oddity (what’s a quirky thing about her)- the tsundere-ish approach she has to other people 😨 not u tho, she loves you
pet names (what does she like to call you)- bunny/tokki, cutie, lovely! mostly wholesome
quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- marvel movies! hanni loves movies, especially marvel, so a must during the week for you both is sitting down during the evening and watching at least one movie
rush (does she rush into things)- yes 💀 in many aspects: you mentioned once you liked a particular breed of cats, she had one by your doorstep by the next morning, all panicked because the cat nuzzled into her. you liked a pair of rings you saw while passing by a shop and she bought them, even tho they were wedding bands 👍
secrets (how open is she with you)- oversharing? me thinks yes! wdm you don’t wanna listen to how minji made her coffee with spilled milk by accident but tried to put on a brave face and puked it out during practice later?
time (how long did it take for her to confess)- 0.46 seconds, she was smitten the moment you walked by. hanni thanks those above that her members weren’t there to witness how she fell to her knees, begging for your number and/or a date
upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- she stops the goofyines, her baby is sad! tries to understand what and how she can help you :((
visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- not really? hanni believes in bunnies or just, gay people. it can’t get that bad if you two come out, right?
warrior (how often do you fight)- you don’t fight, unless you don’t like one direction. then hanni’s all smitten with you all the time, but turns away with her headphones during car rides, pouting at you
x-ray (is she able to read you)- yea 🫡 she gets all the quirky things you do, making her a translator for all your shared friends
yes (how would she propose to you)- as if she had time to worry about things like that bruh. there’s a comeback happening, wanna come over to the studio and have some fun with the girls?
zen (what makes her feel calm)- remember watching movies with her? if hanni had a rougher day, she loves to put her head on your lap and just kinda stay there, with you. makes her feel calm and safe <3
part of [the fluff series]
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I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!
for yn and jeno
- what songs do you dedicate to each other? like what songs do you think of when you think of the other?
- is there anything you regret (sexually?)
- how does it feel when you see the other upset and mad?
- do you get along with each others friends?
- who’s louder in bed?
- jeno, what’s your opinion on what seoyeon did to yn that one time?
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<3333 i love this
what songs do you dedicate to each other?
yn - i love you by little mix. it’s a strong love ballad. i really resonate with the lyrics. it’s emotional, it’s powerful, it makes me happy, it makes me cry, it gives me life. the song perfectly encapsulates what it’s like to love lee jeno and what it feels like to be loved by him
jeno - here with me by dVvd, i don’t care what happens in my life, as long as i’m with yn then it’s all that matters. i just want her by my side, with me. we belong with each other.
(jeno) nothing on you by bruno mars, i wanna be yours, moments by one direction,
(yn) pretty boy the neighbourhood, style by taylor swift, glue song by beabadoobaee
is there anything you regret sexually?
yn - hm, i mean, not really? we always have fun and we always talk about what we should explore/what we liked and what we didn’t really like.
jeno - fuck no.
how does it feel when you see the other upset/mad?
yn - jeno gets upset very rarely. i’ve seen him cry like 3 times in the years we’ve been together. and each time killed me. if i think about it now then i will sob. you know that something hits jeno hard when it causes him to cry. all i could do was comfort him and hold him as he sobbed into my shoulder :( he cried himself to sleep all three times. i tried to hide my tears from him and not show him that i was getting upset but we ended up crying to each other all 3 times :( i want nothing in the world to ever hurt my man. like i will become violent at anyone or anything that makes him feel that way
and when he’s mad? oh he gets mad a lot. it’s not that difficult to calm him down for me, i’ve become quite good at it. i sit attentively and listen to him as he lets it out and then i actively calm him down, kisses on his temple, holding his hands, rubbing his shoulder, rubbing his cheek with my thumb, whispering softly to him. it’s all the small things that calms him down. he becomes very overwhelmed with anger and it’s gotten him into many fights, verbal and physical. he isn’t afraid to defend what’s right and that’s what i love about him, his priorities are so strong <3 there hasn’t been a time where he’s been in the wrong or he’s picked a fight for the wrong reasons. he doesn’t ever pick them. he’s mature.
jeno - yn gets quite sad and emotional, she probably cries in my arms every week and it hurts me every single time. she’s very sensitive and i don’t wanna call my girl weak but she takes a lot of things to heart, she feels everything and she feels it a lot. she can’t deal well with confrontation or any sign of misunderstandings and she just bursts open in my arms and lets everything out :( when she’s upset she begins hyperventilating and sobbing really loudly, she can’t get her words out and she shakes. so the first thing i do is drop everything for her and just hold her, put her in my arms, massage her hair, kiss her forehead, look into her eyes and whisper sweet things to her. i just wait for her to calm down before we start talking. it takes a while sometimes, sometimes she’s able to recover quickly. whichever one it is, i’m always so proud of her. she’s so strong. we always talk about what’s on her mind and what’s made her upset and i try my best to guide her through it and help her on what she has to do, i try to give her good advice. i’m so endlessly proud of her. she just has a big heart and gets overwhelmed a lot. i wish i could take away her pain.
jeno - my girlfriend doesn’t get mad, she has so much patience, more patience than i will ever have. but she can get snappy when she’s stressed and under high pressure. it’s okay though, it’s nothing serious. 9/10 she will always come into my arms and kiss me all over my face and apologise for being snappy with me
do you get along with each others friends?
yn - yeah! i love them. at first i was really shy and they all probably thought i was anti social. i’m sure they wasn’t too keen on me but i hope i’ve changed their minds :) they’re chill and good company, they make jeno happy and that’s all that matters. they’re incredibly caring and protective too. i’m someone who gets suffocated in the presence of others but none of jenos friends make me feel that way :)
jeno - yn has like… maybe three friends and one of them is me 😭 i’m joking. yn’s main friend is heejin and i do love her. mainly after seeing how good of a friend she is to yn. she always protects and defends her and she makes my girlfriend happy. yn has a habit of not defending herself, she lets people shit on her and treat her like crap but heejin always fights for her and it warms my heart. she fights back to all the girls who are so unnecessarily rude and bitchy to yn. once she punched seoyeon in the face and wow… i’m glad because she does things that i can’t do
who’s louder in bed?
yn - definitely jeno
jeno - what the fuck? it’s you
yn - [shakes her head] jeno doesn’t try to be quiet. he wants everyone to hear. it’s a kink i think. he says the dirtiest of things at the top of his lungs
jeno - it’s 100% yn. she will scream at the top of her lungs all night long. she will scream daddy, baby and jeno the most. even when she’s tired and so fucked out of her mind she still forces herself to have the energy to scream one more ‘JENO’ or ‘DADDY!!’
yn - he doesn’t care who hears or sees him, that’s why he always fucks me in the living room or in public, he wants people to see.
jeno - says the girl who rode my dick on the train home
yn - there was like one other person in the carriage and she was old and blind anyways!
jeno - well she wasn’t death, she could hear you moaning ‘daddy’
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Elvis Top Three - Soothing Songs
Hello my beautiful Elvis friends! This week’s Top Three question is about soothing songs. I have an “Elvis Serenade” playlist where he sings directly to me to sooth me and sometimes to help me fall asleep when my anxiety keeps me up at night. I think we probably all have those songs we go to when we need to feel some peace of mind. What are your top three soothing Elvis songs and what do they mean to you?
*I’ve noticed some people seem hesitant to join in if they are not tagged. I just tag anyone who’s participated before, but please, please, please join in if you would like to! The more love we share for Elvis, the better!
I’ll start us off (these are what I came up with today, but as always, “top three” is very fluid):
I Shall Be Released – I know this is just a tiny snippet from the studio that he didn’t actually record for an album, but I can’t even describe how much I love this. Hearing him just start singing some random song that he liked feels so intimate and personal, and his voice acapella is just flawless. Listening to this is immediately like a balm for my soul.
It Hurts Me – I first heard this song when I found a 45 of it for 99 cents (it was the B-side for Kissin’ Cousins). I took it home and put it on my record player and was just stunned at how beautiful it was. There was something magical about hearing one of his songs for the first time on vinyl like that. His performance on this is perfection to me – the way he starts the song out so soft and then crescendos to the passionate ending.
Suppose – Elvis’ voice is just so soothing in this, I feel like he’s singing right to me. Even though the lyrics are a bit on the sad side (“Suppose I had no wish to be alive” really hits me in the heart), I just find his voice calms me. “Imagining no you is more impossible by far,” indeed. Oh Elvis, I would never want to imagine a world without you in it. ❤️
Honorable Mention – Unchained Melody (June 21, 1977) – I put this as honorable mention because sometimes this song makes me start bawling. Other times, though, I feel so connected to him when I hear it. It is just unbelievable to me that he was able to pull out this stunning performance with his health in the condition that it was. This man truly gave everything. It makes me emotional but also like I can feel the deep connection and bond that he had with his fans, if that makes sense.
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hiya!!
this is my first request on Tumblr (or suggestion ig)
how about... something like wilburxreader but with the plot of 'radar detector by darwin deez'? (i would think its like a best friend's to lover situation, yk?)
idk, but i think it'd be pretty fun to write!! even if you don't write this, i just wanted to get this idea out there lol.
- 🦡 anon
this is the first time I’ve ever heard Radar Detector by Darwin Deez and it’s so cute! The slightly bolded lines are lyrics from the song :)
Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader
Radar Detector
You and I buy star maps and drive my car around Los Angeles
“No no, I think that star is this.” You point aggressively at the map, jabbing your finger at the star you’re talking about. Next to you, in the drivers seat, Wilbur squints down then looks up.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” You pause. “Well, no—“
“Exactly.”
Reaching over the center console, you playfully shove your best friend. Ever since you’ve met Wilbur, this has become your tradition. On clear nights, driving out to find constellations on the shittiest star maps that money can buy. He claims it’s more fun if the maps suck, you claim he likes torturing you.
“Look, if that star is that one, then where is this other star?” He asks, motioning along the map. You stare up at the sky, searching for the mystery star.
“…hidden.” You decide, refusing to be wrong.
Wilbur laughs, making you grin. “It’s not hidden, it’s just not there! Because it isn’t the right star!”
“It is too!”
Neither of you are quite good at finding constellations, but that doesn’t really matter. Because nothing beat the feeling of just being with him, hanging around your best friend.
“At this rate we’re never going to find Cassiopeia.” He scolds playfully. “Get to work!”
“I am trying!”
“Try harder!”
He grabs a crumpled napkin, balling it up. It was from the McDonalds the two of you had bought, drinks with fresh condensation sitting in cup holders. Wilbur throws it at you, making you bat it away before it hits you in the face.
“Why don’t you try harder? Why is it always me?” You question, stuffing the napkin under your cup.
“I think I found it, actually.”
I drive a thousand miles an hour
Laughing to yourself, opening your door and leaning against the doorframe. Wilbur stands there, hands in his pocket, grinning widely at you.
“I asked you to come over five minutes ago, Wil.” You say, looking up at him.
“Yeah.” He nods nonchalantly.
He lives over five minutes from you. Way over five minutes.
“Please tell me you didn’t speed.”
“Then I won’t.”
With the certainly of someone you’ve known like they’re the other part of you, he walks past you into your living room. With an amused smile, you shut your door behind him and follow behind him.
“What did I say about speeding?”
“That it makes me cool.”
“Wha— no!”
“Yeah.”
From the cheeky look her throws over his shoulder at you, you know he’s only trying to mess with you.
“I told you not to speed because you’ll get hurt.” You deadpan.
“I know, but you asked me to come over. Who cares how fast I go, as long as I get here?”
You scoff, but give in to his argument. Like always.
But you are always looking out for me
“Careful.” Wilbur calls out, moving his hand to the top edge of the cabinet you just ducked your head into. You pull your head back, heading his hand, smiling victoriously with a pot.
“Got it!” You declare. He takes the pot from you, carefully placing it on the stone. “I could’ve done that.” Is your protest as he fills it with exactly two cups of water.
“Bullshit. We both know you’d splash yourself and burn yourself. Which you’d be complaining about for days.” Determinedly, he crosses his arms when he turns to face you.
After a pause, you nod. It was true, you’d probably burn the shit out of yourself. “Fine. Only because you’re right.”
“Darling, I’m always right.”
With an eye roll you decide to prep the part that wouldn’t mean getting burnt. Meanwhile, Wilbur stands over the pot like a man watching paint dry.
“Having fun?” You call out.
“Loads.”
You and I go shopping and find exactly what we're looking for
Picking your way through random thrift store belts, you grab an all-black one. It’s perfect for the outfit you’ve been trying to put together, practically made for you.
Beyond the rack, Wilbur holds up a jumper. You appraise the blue fabric, trying to find any flaws that Wilbur might’ve overlooked. The two of you came with very clear goals in mind. Yours? Find a black belt. His? Jumpers. Preferably one to go with the pants he recently bought.
Nodding your opinion, you head over to him with your black belt in hand. “Looks like all of your others.” You tease.
“But this one matches my shoes.” Is his argument. You know he’d get it anyways, matching shoes or not.
“Uh-huh.” You hum, passing by him to buy the belt.
“Buying that one?” He asks you, stepping up next to you. His hand settles on your lower back, guiding you through the aisles.
“It’s perfect.” You announce. “Successful trip, really.”
“Well worth the drive.” He agrees, looking down at you. With his head angled just a bit, his eyes are only on you, despite navigating you through aisles. “And I’m paying.”
“Hell no. I can pay for my own—“
“Two dollar belt?” Wilbur raises his eyebrows. “I’m buying it.”
You and I go shopping and fall asleep inside the mattress store.
“I still can’t believe you made Tommy sleep on the floor.”
Wilbur holds open the door to the mattress store, arm above you as you head in first.
“I gave him an air mattress! The kid is not as deprived as he says, I swear.”
The whole point of this trip was to buy an extra mattress so Wilbur could house Tommy whenever. And yes, you had teased him relentlessly about how brotherly the act was.
“For the record, I don’t know how to mattress shop.” You laugh, eyes roaming over the various white beds set up. “So bringing me was useless.”
“It’s never useless to have you around.” Wilbur immediately responds. “And I’ll teach you how. First, you have to walk up to a mattress like you know what you’re doing.”
You follow as Wilbur strides up to one of the mattresses, standing over it.
“Now what?” You ask, humoring him.
“Now we try it.”
He flops backwards, spreading out over the mattress. Arms and legs comically spaced out to take up the entire space, eyes falling shut.
For a second you just stand there, looking at him with a fond smile. Despite being in a public place, he looks completely relaxed.
After a moment he opens one eye to look at you. “You joining me?”
With a careful look around to check for workers—there are none—you give in and join him on the mattress. It’s not the biggest mattress, considering Wilbur’s only looking to buy a spare, but with a few adjustments the two of you manage to make it work.
His arm loops around your shoulders, pulling you close enough for your head to rest on him. Nobody comes to stop you so you relax into the position comfortably.
“Now what?” You ask, a lift to your voice that indicates you’re teasing.
“Now we close our eyes and try it out.”
You sigh, but let your eyes flutter shut obligingly.
“Hey! What are you— no sleeping on the mattresses!”
At the unfamiliar voice, you jerk up. Completely disoriented all you do is stare at the mattress store worker. Vaguely, you’re aware of Wilbur’s arm wrapping around your waist.
“Get out!” The worker shouts, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Huh?” Wilbur murmurs. “Oh, shit.” His hand wraps around yours, tugging you off the mattress. Before you can stumble, he’s already catching you while half-dragging you out of the store. “Sorry!” He yells over his shoulder.
“Did we—“
“Fall asleep.”
We cruise the neighborhood
But it's not supposed to feel this good
Leaning your head against the window, you watch the trees speeding past the outside of the car.
Wilbur, as always, is driving silently through the night. A long trip meant moments like these, where there’s nothing but peace between the two of you. Radio humming out a random song from his playlist to fill the silence.
He convinced you to go to one of his Lovejoy shows, promising he’d drive you back home “no matter the length.” So, you went. Of course you did; you’d always be there for him.
Now you’re here, half asleep, hand in his over the center console. His thumb rubs lazy circles on the back of your head, steady and reassuring.
You flick your eyes over just to watch him, steal just a look. The sight of his silhouette, hair messy from performing, makes you smile before looking out the window again.
Neither of you talk, but you know anyways.
You are a radar detector
“Careful, Wil.” You nudge him, warning lacing your words.
“Always am, love.”
He leans into you, momentarily forgetting the knife he was using to chop peppers. Then closer, until his lips brush against yours—
“You’re burning the chicken.”
“SHIT!”
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But yall aren’t ready for that conversation
(Lyrics below)
My Tears Ricochet (Taylor Swift):
We gather here, we line up
Weepin' in a sunlit room, and
If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
All the hell you gave me?
'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
'Til my dying day
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
You know I didn't want to have to haunt you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As you bury me
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
And I can go anywhere I want
Anywhere I want, just not home
And you can aim for my heart, go for blood
But you would still miss me in your bones
And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)
And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain
Crossing out the good years
And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
Mad Woman (Taylor Swift):
What did you think I'd say to that?
Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?
They strike to kill and you know I will
You know I will
What do you sing on your drive home?
Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?
Does she smile?
Or does she mouth, "Fuck you forever"?
Every time you call me crazy
I get more crazy
What about that?
And when you say I seem angry
I get more angry
And there's nothin' like a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
No one likes a mad woman
You made her like that
And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out
And you find something to wrap your noose around
And there's nothin' like a mad woman
Now I breathe flames each time I talk
My cannons all firin' at your yacht
They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't
I'm takin' my time
Takin' my time
'Cause you took everything from me
Watchin' you climb
Watchin' you climb
Over people like me
Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (Taylor Swift):
If you would've blinked then I would've
Looked away at the first glance
If you tasted poison, you could've
Spit me out at the first chance
If I was some paint, did it splatter
On a promising grown man?
And if I was a child, did it matter
If you got to wash your hands?
And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts
Memories feel like weapons
And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering
But, Lord, you made me feel important
And then you tried to erase us
God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be
The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind
I regret you all the time
I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep
The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign
I regret you all the time
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Coney Island (Taylor Swift):
Break my soul in two looking for you
But you’re right here
If I can’t relate to you anymore
Who am I related to?
Did I close my fist around something delicate?
Did I shatter you?
And I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering, “where did my baby go?”
The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go
Over and over
Lost again with no surprises
Disappointment close your eyes
And it gets colder and colder
When the sun goes down
The question pounds my head
What a lifetime of achievement
If I pushed you to the edge?
Will you forgive my soul
When you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?
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The Judgement Day’s Girl (8)
(GIF by me)
Warnings: fighting well wrestling
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October 8, 2022
It’s the day of Extreme Rules. The creative team didn’t have a script for Y/N or Edge for the last Raw before the event, but she made sure to watch it. AJ and Rey had fought against the judgment day and, at the end of the match, AJ had attacked Rey.
Y/N was backstage with her step mom, Rey and dad. Her dad had an “I quit” match against Finn Balor. Despite being tough on Y/N, she's still concerned about him. He gets a way when he loses in a PPV and it kinda scares her sometimes. That’s why Beth is here, just in case he loses. She can deal with him.
They left Lyric and Ruby with their grandparents, so that both Beth and Y/N could be help for Edge if he needs. Anyone that has watched wrestling should know how the Judgement Day wins matches.
Edge is stretching. He was ordered by his wife to stretch, so that he doesn’t strain anything. Then they were walking to the gorilla. Y/N was nervous about her father. This is a big match for someone his age and it’s scary. She hopes her little sisters aren’t watching. Those two haven’t really learned much about WWE. They get scared every single time they watch matches.
You think you know me…
Edge is ready to walk out to the ring, but not before giving the two girls behind him a hug. Even though the father daughter duo was arguing, they always hated seeing the other one hurt. Backstage you could hear the crowd screaming for the Rated R Superstar. Edge smiles at his family and turns around to run out.
Beth wraps an arm around Y/N as the Judgement Day makes their way into the gorilla. Both of the girls move back out of the four peoples’ way, but not taking their eyes off of them. Beth and Y/N watched as Finn put his mask on and the other three hype him up. His theme song hit, causing him to turn away from everyone and walk out to where Edge was.
The three others didn’t leave the gorilla; they were probably waiting for a good moment to go out and help Finn win. Beth tightened her arm around Y/N as the bell rang, officially starting the match.
After a second of beating on Finn, Edge pulls a swing and neck breaker. It was early in the match, but as of right now, he was controlling it. Edge swung punches at Finn as they moved around the ring. The Hall of Famer forced Finn to hit a turnbuckle. Which looked like it hurt.
Y/N looked back at the three backstage, noticing that Rhea was already staring at her and her stepmom. Y/N looks away quickly whispering to Beth that Rhea was watching them.
“Mom, I’m kind of nervous about the match,” Y/N whispers to Beth.
“Honey, it’s gonna be okay. Your father knows what he’s doing,” the older lady whispers back, giving her step daughter a kiss on the cheek.
“But like-,” Y/N is cut off.
“Excuse me,” Dominik says, “Can you guys shut up? We’re trying to watch a match here.”
Beth shakes her head at Dominik. Looking back up at the screen seeing Edge finally being hit by Balor. Edge crawls to the corner where Finn keeps kicking his knee. It was smart to target his knees.
Finn places Edge’s foot on the second rope, jumping on it, making Edge go down. Balor brought Edge’s leg around the second rope again, this time pulling on it. The ref brings the mic to Edges mouth by Finn’s demand. Edge doesn’t answer, instead he butts Finn’s head.
The Irish man continues to punish the Canadian’s knee. After being hit by Edge, Finn puts him in a figure four leg lock. Everyone could see and hear the pain Edge was going through.
Through the groaning, Edge manages to tell the ref to, “get that out of my face.”
He immediately sits up, trying to reverse the figure four and successfully doing it. The pressure goes from Edge’s legs to Finn’s. Balor reversed back, so the pressure is back on Edge.
Y/N gets distracted, feeling a hand on her shoulder. It’s tìo. She smiles, letting go of her mom, pulling Rey in for a hug. Letting go of Rey, she makes eye contact with the three members. They were all looking at her this time. She turns around, seeing Beth and Rey engage in a quiet conversation. While speaking to Rey, Beth pulls Y/N into her side again. The slight movement makes Y/N smile.
The young girl’s eyes make it back to the screen, seeing her dad stuck in the apron and Finn stomping on his back. Finn brings Edge to the commentary table and slams his head on it. The ref asked Edge if he quit multiple times, but the same answer said each time ‘no’.
Balor was driven in the post by Edge. The guys hit each other a few more times before Balor gives Edge a sling blade right outside the ring. The mic was put at his mouth, but the same answer as always ‘no’ came out. Edge then gets up, picks Balor up, and drives him through the barricade.
Edge punches Finn, causing to go out into the crowd. They are running through the crowd. Coming to a stop, Edge attacks Finn. Performing a suplex on him.
Edge disappears while leaving Finn in pain. Edge then comes back with a hockey stick, pushing Balor down with it. Backstage, Y/N looks at Beth with a very amused face. Rey chuckles behind the two.
The two boys were on the kick off set where Edge put the hockey stick in Balors mouth, setting up for a Glasgow grin. Finn managed to get away. Scurrying through the crowd trying to get away from Edge, but the Hall of Famer was right behind him.
Edge bashing Finn’s head off the stairs. Then telling the ref to ask him if he quits.
“No,” Balor says into the mic.
He then crawls up the stairs, still trying to get away from Edge. Of course, Edge was following behind him. The Irish man was trying to turn things around by slamming Edge into the walls. Balor was launched into the overhang. Edge was going to run up and hit Finn, but Finn moved out of the way, making him hit the railing.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Rey says. It was hard to hear him over all the laughing the judgment day was doing. Y/N lets out a shaky breath as she looks at her father through the tv.
The two of them were at the bottom of the stairs where Edge threw beer at Finn. They were moving around a lot in the crowd. Halting once more, Finn struck Edge in the midsection with a chair. They made their way back to ringside. Edge laying on the floor. Balor is looking for something under the ring. He finds what he was looking for by pulling out a chair.
The chair is jammed right into Edges ribs and back. The ref goes to ask if Edge quits, but his answer to that was, “Screw you, Finn.”
That pissed Finn off even more. He grabs the chair again and hits Edge in the back repeatedly. The mic was brought up to the older man’s lips, and he said, “I- I- I don’t quit.”
Finn stuffs the chair between the top and second turnbuckle. Hoping to make Edge hit there, but Edge fights back. Finn hit Edge with a Russian leg sweep. Balor pulling at Edges arm. Then turns it around into a cross face.
Finn continues to torment Edge. Edge turns it around, throwing Balor into the chair that he set up. Then the Hall of Famer grabs the chair, taking out Balor’s legs. Edge focuses on the knee of Finn brutalizing it. Edge brings Finn into the edgecution of an old school move.
This causes Finn to repeat the word ‘I’. Backstage, Y/N looks at the rest of the Judgement Day. Seeing Damian freak out, turn around and run to the ring. Y/N looks at Beth and Rey, knowing they will have to help soon.
Damian gets into the ring, but Edge is quick and clotheslines him and sends him out to ringside. Edge was about to send Finn to ringside too, but Dominik was there to save Balor. It didn’t last long when Edge speared Finn into Dom and Damian. Edge throws Finn back into the ring before getting in himself.
Beth, Y/N and Rey watch as Rhea runs out to ringside too. Y/N is getting more and more nervous as this match goes on. Rhea handcuffs Edge to the top rope. She holds the key up, smiling at what she did. The boys are all standing behind Edge, ready to take advantage of this. You could see in Edges face he knows what’s about to happen.
He turns around and fights with one arm. It didn’t last long, but he tried. Dominik and Damian are attacking Edge. Finn gets kendo sticks to attack Edge.
Y/N watches as her father gets tortured by Finn. She can’t stand it anymore.
“Amor, let me go out there to see if I can help,” Rey says.
Booyaka, Booyaka
The crowd is going crazy for Rey. Before Rey leaves, Y/N gives him a chair and a smile. He hits Priest with the chair and continues running to the ring. Finn tries to hit Rey with a kendo stick, but Rey ducks and jumps on the second rope landing on Finn. Then he slides, taking out Priest who’s on the apron and gives him a 619.
After the 619 Dominik goes and punches his father, knocking to ringside. Dominik jumps out of the ring, throwing his father into a barricade and the ring post. He stands over top of Rey. Then pauses…
Take it back (Take it back)
Y/N had enough. Leaving her mom backstage, she runs out to where Dominik is standing above Rey and gives him a shove. She pulls Rey from the spot he’s at, so he’s closer to the barricade and further from the ring. Dominik tried to come closer to beat up his father, but Y/N was standing in front of Rey and Dominik didn’t want to hurt her.
Edge finally stands up. When he does, Finn hits his knee with a kendo stick. Y/N watches as her dad keeps getting hit with the stick. She hears the crowd get louder. Looking around, she realizes her mom is now entering the ring. A smile makes its way to Y/N’s face. She always loves seeing her mom wrestle.
Beth rips the kendo stick from Finn’s hand, making him turn around. She then hits him with it. Priest got into the ring just to have the same thing done to him. Dominik then hops up on the apron, putting his hands up then jumping down when Beth goes to swing at him.
Y/N walks to where Edge is. “Dad, are you good to continue?”
Edge just lets out an ‘mhm’. Y/N looks up, noticing that her mom and Rhea are having some could say a discussion with each other. The crowd was chanting Beth’s name before the two women collided.
“I think Rhea still has the key,” Rey says behind Y/N, still laying on the floor. Y/N acknowledges that he said that by giving a slight nod while also watching Beth spear Rhea. Y/N jumps up on the apron getting into the ring noticing Beth got the key. Beth was unlocking Edge with the help of her daughter.
After he was unlocked. Y/N moved to the apron. She notices Beth’s hands were up to help her down. Y/N shakes her head, laughing at her mom before grabbing her hands and jumping down.
Looking back at the ring, Edge was standing back up from giving Damian a spear. Having a standoff with Dominik. Dom puts his hand out for Edge to shake. Edge grabs it and kicks him where Dom kicked him back in September.
Balor popped up behind Edge and delivered a sling blade to him. After that, he was looking to put Edge away. Edge comes back and spears Finn and gives him 2 more.
“Get me a chair,” He says to Y/N or Beth.
Beth goes and gets him one. She slides in the ring to give it to him. Edge rips the bottom off of the chair to give him a Glasgow grin, but stops when Rhea enters the ring punching Beth. Now Y/N is distracted. She gets grabbed by Dominik, brought into the ring where he is holding a pair of handcuffs. He handcuffs her to the rope closest to the ramp.
Struggling, the young girl sees Rhea pull brass knuckles off her fist. The boys were beating up Edge. Pulling him, so Finn could do a Coup de grâce doing it twice more. There was fear in the young girl’s eyes as she saw what the Judgement Day did to her parents. Beth was unconscious and Edge was being held by the boys.
“This is your last chance, Edge, say it. You say it.” Finn tells Edge.
Y/N is yelling at her father not to say the two words. Edge replies to Finn, saying, “Go to hell.”
Rhea lifts Beth’s head up, and she’s out cold. The boys are holding Edge back. No one has to worry about Y/N. She’s handcuffed and can’t move anywhere, but she could still yell. No one could understand the words she was yelling, though it was mostly gibberish because she was afraid for Beth.
“She looks pretty damn lifeless to me,” Rhea says, bringing Beth’s head up again and dropping it down.
“And look at your daughter, so helpless,” Priest says, looking at Y/N. He lets go of Edges arm just to punch the man in the face. Rhea disappears to get a chair from under the ring. While Finn is still trying to make Edge say the two words.
Rhea places a chair under Beth’s head. Y/N had tears fill her eyes. She’s normally not emotional when it comes to matches. Since it’s her mom, she’s scared. Yelling at Rhea to stop, but it doesn’t work.
“I-I- I quit, I quit,” Edge says, hoping to save his wife….
Rhea still hits Beth. Y/N screams out, “Mom!”
Judgement Day was getting out of the ring, but not before waving at Y/N, hoping to get her attention. Only to frown when she’s not looking at them. She’s too focused on the fact her mom is laying there unconscious and she is stuck and can’t help.
An official helps her out of the handcuffs. She runs to her mom, dropping to her knees next to her dad. Y/N can’t stop thinking about the worst things to happen to Beth. Official and Rey jump in the ring to check on Beth.
Y/N looks at the Judgement Day with anger in her eyes. How could people that are so nice to her do something so mean to the people she cares about? She gets that it was a match against Edge and Finn. Beth didn’t have to suffer because of that.
The young girl’s eyes fall back to Beth and Edge. Seeing Edge lay his head on Beth’s back made her let out a shaky breath. Rey is next to Y/N, running his hand up and down her back while trying to get some medical people to come out to the ring.
Medical people finally run out from backstage. Getting people to move away from Beth. Y/N didn’t want to leave Beth just laying there. She was forced to move from Beth. Rey took her under his arm like he had done when Edge was in the medical room.
Edge was in pain. He didn't reveal it, despite feeling it. He was too worried about his wife. In addition, he didn't want to terrify his daughter any further.
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This is my longest part yet. I spent a lot of time starting and stopping the 30 minute match, so I hope you enjoy it. Have a good night/day/afternoon!!!
#wwe x reader#wwe fanfiction#wwe imagine#dominik mysterio x reader#damian priest x reader#finn balor x reader#rhea ripley x reader#the judgement day
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Official TTPD Review
Fortnight - Such a vibe with headphones on, but still far from being my favorite though. I'm quite shocked this is the first single but I do really like it now at the second listen, still sad post malone didn't get his own verse i was excited for that :/
The Tortured Poets Department - The charlie puth mention really ruined verse 2 for me sadly, but the bridge ruined my life "At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finge. And put it on the one people put wedding rings on. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding" LIKE WTF HEART = BROKEN the title of the song is really cool but i dont know i wasnt expecting the song to sound like this.
My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - I think this may be my second least favorite from this album i dont understand why i didnt really like this song. Maybe it was the vibe of the song and sound especially the choruses which sadly didnt hit. i love how she wrote about a rocky relationship in this song. I feel like this one will definetly be a grower
Down Bad - literally one of my favorites from the whole album. Maybe it's cause the sound feels familiar to me kind off like midnights vibe. But wow that chorus is amazing truly so catchy and the lyrics like wow. i love this song so muchhhh
So Long, London - Not what I expected but still so heartbreakingly pretty. I love her voice in this song it's so pretty and the lyrics are so good oh my god. I swear the verse 3's in this album are vile. "I died on the altar waitin' for the proof" like god damn this whole song is amazing.
But Daddy I Love Him - I loved this song so fucking much. When she said "I'm having his babies" my face dropped and then she hit me with "no not really but you should see your faces" was really fun i'll probably never forget that. i believe this song is of everyone trying to decide her love life for her. And her being like fuck you guys it's my life and you have to accept it and i love her for that!
Fresh Out The Slammer - Those choruses are so good man especially the second one is so good and so me. On first listen this one isn't very memorable but still really good. Now that i've listened to it more like i love this song so much too and the bride ahhh <333
Florida !!! - Ok so maybe i'm a little biased but man this one is so fucking good. I have loved Florence and Taylor for years so like them collaborating was like everything and more. I have now listened to the song like thrice and wowwwww i love it so muchhhhh. Taylor, Florence, Fl welcomes you with open arms man. And like verse 3 was so good their song writing skills are out of this world.
Guilty As Sin? - What an interesting song, like man, idk how to feel. I love the chorus fs. I've come to interpret this song as her having thoughts of a man who possibly isn't available per say or it's just something that can never happen between the two but the want for eachother is there. "They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly" I love this lyric btw and the chorus right after like wowwww
Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me - ME IM SCARED WTF. Her screaming that line was everything and like the second half of the song is so incredible like wow. also this line has stuck with me since last night "Then we could all just laugh until I cry" ALSO THE ASYLUM WHERE THEY RAISED ME SDJNVFI. I love how she's kind of portraying herself in this song as like the stereotypical scary neighbor in movies. At least that's how I saw it. The whole bridge is incredible and magnificent I adore this song.
I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - GIRL NO YOU CANT AND IM SO HAPPY YOU ACCEPTED THAT. Once I got past the point that this song is about ratty healy I really liked it. it's vibes are so good and the imagery is amazing.
loml - what if i said this should've been track 5. This was the only song in the album I cried to on first listen. It hit me like a bullet and I will never forgive cat lady swift for not preparing me for this song. Literally so fucking hurtful i'm screaming oh my lord. I- no im never getting over this song, sorry not sorry. And the fact "They almost had it all" but there life was cut short aka the relationship ended oh god kill me.
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. This song is heartbreaking don't let the production fool you, the lyrics want to make you rip you're hair out. And you know what i'll be dancing to this song with a broken heart. "The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies" it's giving mirrorball like augh i love this song so much!!! and the chorus is everything "I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague" SO FUCKING REAL.
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - DRAG HIS ASS TAYLOR YEAHHHH. HELLO WTF THIS SONG IS SO GOOD AND FOR ALL OF U HATING ON IT U JUST DONT GET IT THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVENESS IS EVERYTHINGGGG. mad woman you'd be proud asf. also my religion mentioned as a tongue in cheek to his anti religion views 👏
The Alchemy - I'm not gonna talk about this song much but like I didn't like it at all, i'm sorry. It sounds like one of those Kelce parody songs 😭
Clara Bow - Not the name-dropping herself, damn. I wanna manifest that second pre-chorus btw 🤞 i need to see the light of manhattan. I truly love this song and I can tell it's very personal to her. she's had such an unbelievable career it's always interesting when she writes about it. loved this as the album closer!
this is my ttpd review. remember im just a girl who's only listened to this album twice so please dont drag me for these opinions. gonna do the anthology later!
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Splitter Girl (weevildoing)
Another night, I’m all alone, enthroned within a screen/RGB light reflects uncut orgasmic tragedies...Oh, I can’t stand these awful thoughts inside of me/Only way to compensate is lead and metal, sharp and clean!
"VIOLENCE. ITS ALL ABOUT VIOLENCE it got its mv censored to start. its not even justified but hey i cant say that about many songs lmao its about the glorification of violence from mental illness (and some other things, but really its generally all about mental illness), and is done extremely well. its extremely clear that theres a lot of care put into this song, and like... determination? i barely ever see representation of things like this (violent/intrustive thoughts, glorification of it, etc) in music, so seeing it here (and in a way that shows that weevildoing truly gets it + isn't patronizing) is really nice. really this song is like... a community? something to show that you arent alone. and i love that so much, i love how much has been put into this song, every single lyric and instrumental choice shows an abundance of love and care and understanding. and this song has an entire developed character to go with it, and is alongside multiple other songs! its a part of the post-traumatic manifesto, and the character featuring is Splitter Girl (no other name, which is on purpose). the song is basically her mind, and the mv (uncensored) her internet life. showing what she's searching, listening to, shopping for, etc. once again it hits the nail right on the head for what mental illness is like. the visuals are very unafraid and purposeful in the clips and websites it shows, up to blade shopping, #guro and how to tie nooses being included. it pulls no stops in showing what it's truly like to be so low, what it really feels like, the highs and lows of it. it's like a love letter to me, to everyone who feels this way, and thats why i love it so much. it doesnt demonize us. it offers a hand (with a glittery pink gun) and an understanding i said its all about violence but man. its all about being *understood.* and violence too"
Karma (AJR)
I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly/I've been so good, why am I feeling empty?/I've been so good, I've been so good this year/I've been so good, but it's still getting harder/I've been so good, where the hell is the karma?/I've been so good, I've been so good this year
i try to explain the good faith that's been wasted / but after an hour, it sounds like complaining / wait, don't go away, can i lie here forever? / you say that i'm better, why don't i feel better? / the universe works in mysterious ways / but i'm starting to think it ain't working for me / doctor should i be good, should i be good this year?
You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better?/The universe works in mysterious ways/But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me/Doctor, should I be good, should I be good this year?
"The song embodies what it feels like to try with everything you have just to be unrecognised and pushed aside. To be overlooked and for people to not see your struggles. Each line is written with so much energy and emotion, not to mention how the last verse hits you like a truck. It's become a song that I resonate a lot with and so do a lot of other people."
"It makes me want to cry every time I listen to it, the emotion build at the end of the song makes my chest hurt, and the lyrics fit me way too well and its. aaoiuuhhgg"
"It is exactly what it feels like to struggle with depression, self-loathing, etc. I sob every time I listen to it or even think of it (I’m tearing up right now). It’s just so painful to be reminded that I genuinely used to feel that way constantly, and that I still struggle with it. And of course, the instrumental just feels like the inside of my brain."
"It's like, the feeling when you're trying your best, to be a good person, to be liked by everyone, and still end up getting nothing, your not happy(er) or better, you just still feel lonely and like it was all for nothing, and you end up asking yourself "does it even matter?" and you want to get help, to get better, to feel better, but still, it all feels the same."
POLL RUNNER HERE - VOTE KARMA THE LYRICS WILL DESTROY YOU. Especially the final verse/bridge where the singer just launches into one long breath of really raw lyrics - that's what ajr is all about. Destroying you with words that are real
Splitter Girl submitted by @uniquezombiedestiny
Karma submitted by @space-shuttle-discovery + others
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SMALLTOWN DEMON SLAYER,
from a shuffled playlist inspired by the southern gothic, the preacher’s daughter, and demon slaying. lyrics slightly tweaked for clarification.
i’ll hold my breath for three more years.
god loves you, but not enough to save you.
good luck taking care of yourself.
that's how my daddy raised me.
if they strike once, then you just hit 'em twice as hard.
if i bend under the weight that they gave me, then this heart would break and fall as twice as far.
the more it hurts, the less it shows.
i still feel like they all know. that's why I could never go back home.
god, i've tried.
if it's meant to be then it will be.
i forgive it all as it comes back to me.
i can't let go when something's broken.
it's all I know and it's all I want now.
you lost your chance.
with good luck, i'll find the dark.
it’s my primary instinct to protect the child.
i had a dream that it would end like this.
what's gone is gone and you can't bring it back around.
you can't illuminate what time has anchored down.
your divination should acquaint you with the plan.
all i want is to save you.
the space between us is as boundless as the dark.
you can't intimidate me back into your arms.
no one can hear me.
i can see that you want me going downhill, too.
you ripped me open, then you kissed me.
i adore the bludgeoned affection.
i swear, i’m the shell of a man.
my mom, now she’s a saint.
i killed them both, and they're buried under a sycamore.
you think I'm psycho, don't you?
i'm having crazy dreams again.
i woke up in his room, standing right there by his bed with my hands around his throat, wishing both of us were dead.
we will wade in the shine of the ever.
no one is born to hate, we learn it somewhere along the way.
hardly a maverick, lesser than average.
your vulnerability is stronger than it seems.
you know it's okay to have a bad day.
just get this one thing done.
i went to the bar to get a little closer to myself and learn things i never really wanted to know.
i want to be where all the stupid shit i say sounds so romantic and true.
i'd rot in hell with you.
live with me in this sin forever.
we take things a little far, but you couldn't name a place I wouldn't go with you.
home is the last place that i'd stand to be with anyone but you.
beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men.
secret compartments hide all of the skeletons.
you know damn well where you'll go.
i want to be someone else or i’ll explode.
you want me? fuckin’ well come and find me.
you soon find you have few choices.
when i was a child, i heard voices ; some would sing, some would scream.
all you have is your fire.
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.
i knew that something would always rule me.
i’ll make you a believer.
put me to the test.
you know i’m a forgiver.
i still hear you cry.
circumstance will decide.
you’re a ghost on the highway, and i’ll love you forever.
i want to eat out your bitter heart.
you gotta show me where it hurts.
there's a beast and a burden kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor.
good things die all the time.
god bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
kiss me like you mean goodbye.
so if I fight the good fight, will hairlines recede? will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat?
my little saturday night became a sunday remorse.
at last, my good friend, we are even.
don't you leave me in the ground alone.
but you and I will never find that peace.
it's too bad that all these things can only happen in my dreams.
if you want to scream, scream with me.
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