#i cant stop listening to two trucks

[tthoughtdaughter]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so baked this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

[rafes-slut]

Can't Help Myself

Warnings: pure fluff, rafe is obsessed with kissing reader no matter where they are, and they are super in love

summary: rafe cant stop himself from kissing you at any given chance and moment he wants to do so no matter who is watching

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

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Rafe Cameron had a problem—one he wasn’t interested in fixing.

You.

More specifically, kissing you.

It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing. If Rafe was within arm’s reach, his lips were finding their way to you. It wasn’t always a full-on, sweeping-you-off-your-feet kind of kiss. Sometimes, it was a lazy brush against your temple while you scrolled through your phone. Other times, it was a playful peck on the tip of your nose, just to hear you giggle. But most of the time? It was an all-consuming, world-fading, completely obsessed-with-you kind of kiss.

And he never cared who was watching.

1. The Grocery Store Incident

“Rafe,” you warned, swatting at his chest as he crowded you in front of the cereal aisle.

“Hm?” His voice was casual, but the smirk on his face was anything but.

“We’re in public.”

“And?” He dipped his head down, brushing his nose against yours. “I don’t see the problem.”

You did. The problem was that the older woman across the aisle was glaring at the two of you like you were corrupting the youth or something.

“Baby,” you whined, trying to step away, but Rafe’s arm tightened around your waist.

“I think you forgot something before we left the house,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your cheek.

You sighed. “And what was that?”

“A proper goodbye.” Before you could argue, he tilted your chin up and kissed you right there between the Frosted Flakes and Lucky Charms. His lips moved against yours with that familiar hunger, completely unconcerned about the world around him.

A throat cleared loudly beside you.

Rafe didn’t even look up. “Get your Cheerios and mind your business,” he muttered before kissing you again.

2. Mid-Conversation Mayhem

“You’re not even listening,” you accused, arms crossed as you leaned against his truck.

“I am.”

“You’re really not.”

“Say it again,” Rafe offered, stepping closer.

You huffed. “I was talking about—mmph.” Your words were cut off as his lips crashed into yours, effectively derailing your train of thought.

“Mm, sorry, what were you saying?” he teased when he finally pulled back, grinning at your dazed expression.

“I hate you,” you muttered, cheeks burning.

He only shrugged. “You love me.”

3. The Party Disruption

JJ was mid-story, hands flying as he animatedly talked about some ridiculous thing that had happened earlier. Everyone was laughing—except Rafe.

You barely had time to notice before his hand found the back of your neck, and suddenly, his lips were on yours again. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—just slow, languid, like he had all the time in the world.

“Jesus Christ, man,” Pope groaned.

“Rafe, I swear to God—”

“I don’t control when I need to kiss my girl,” Rafe interrupted smoothly, only pulling away when he was satisfied. “Keep talking, JJ.”

JJ shot him a glare but continued.

Rafe’s hand, however, stayed wrapped around your thigh, like he was keeping you right where he wanted you.

4. The Sleepy Surprise

You were half-asleep, curled up in bed when you felt a warm hand brush against your cheek. Then, soft lips pressed against your forehead.

Then your nose.

Then your cheek.

Then your lips.

You groaned, cracking an eye open. “Rafe.”

“Hey, baby.” He sounded way too awake.

“Why are you kissing me?”

His lips twitched. “Can’t sleep.”

“So you woke me up?”

“I had to. You were right there,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

It kind of did.

5. The Car Chaos

“You’re going to get us killed,” you scolded, laughing as Rafe leaned over at a red light, pressing kisses along your jaw.

“Worth it.”

The light turned green, and he reluctantly pulled away, hand finding your thigh instead.

“You have a problem.”

He smirked. “Yeah. And she’s sitting in my passenger seat.”

[crystlizabeth]

TwinDad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with his girls!

The twins are OC’s!

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- dad!Simon who was left with his twin girls while his wife was at work.

- dad!Simon who had to tell Zhuri her mama will hurt him if he took down her hair because she wanted to wear it a different way.

“Zhuri you cant take your hair down love.”

She gave him a hard glare a glare that seemed a little familiar coming from her face, she was his after all. “Why not” she huffed her arms crossing looking up at her father with a dirty glare her hip popping out in a sassy manner.

He Tsked at his daughter his hand coming to his hip “Because your mother will hurt me.” He answered simply.

She uncrossed her arms dramatically her little foot stomping as she threw her head up, “but I d’ wanna wear pigtails daddy!” She huffed.

“Zhuri ila, drop the sass.” He spoke trying to sound stern but couldn’t help at the helpless kid.

-dad!Simon who honestly had no trouble with his other daughter with her hair but with her shoes…

-dad!Simon who had to comfort little Sa’diya as she cried because she couldn’t tie her shoes laces now but could do it when her mommy was home.

“Sy sweetheart let me help you..” Simon said crouching down next to the little girl who wiped her teary eyes.

She shook her head, “Nuh uh I can do it! Mama show me yesterday.” She snuffled her little lip quivering.

Simon who hated seeing her this so he talked her through tying her lace Sa’diya telling him she knew what she’s doing every time he point a to her shoe.

-dad!simon who deals with his hellion Zhuri as she tries to start a WWE match with him as he helps her twin sister. But it end with the girls getting at eachother.

“Stop it Zhuri!”

“Your not the boss of me ‘Diya!” Zhuri shouted hanging on her father trying to pull him back.

“Did you brush your teeth I can smell your breath from here smelly.” Sa’diya said glaring at her sister.

Zhuri responding by blowing a raspberry at her.

-dad!Simon who thought okay maybe breakfast will be easier wrong. leaving them to eat as he collected their school bags the twins began to argue again.

-dad!Simon watch Zhuri show her sister her chewed food and Diya threading to throw her scrambled eggs at her and ruin her hot pink hello kitty shirt.

“You wont.” Zhuri said.

“Bet I will.” Sa’diya replied.

“You wouldn’t.” Zhuri dragged on.

Simon watched as the oldest twin grab some of her eggs in her hand getting ready to throw it as her sister “Sa’Diya Jovonnie. Put. The. Eggs. Down.” Simon spoke sternly from the kitchen counter, knowing if he let this go on he would be cleaning up egg and have a crying child because her favorite shirt had egg on it.

He watch as she dropped the egg back on her plate glaring at Zhuri who sat across from her with a cheeky grin on her face. “Listen ya little shit keep at that with ya sister imma let her have it at ya.” Simon spoke out knowing Zhuri was taunting her sister.

“What! I’m not doin anything daddy!” Zhuri protested turning around in her chair a grin still plastered on her face her little dimples popping out.

He hummed in response.

-dad!Simon who finally got them him his truck in their booster seats. The girls for once this morning not arguing but talking about a little art project they had.

-dad!Simon who had to walk his girls to their class because no is never an option with them. Carrying both pink and purple backpack on his shoulders his hands being held by the two girls at the walk him to the front of the school.

-dad!simon who watches Zhuri look up at him telling him to stop before they get all the way up knowing how he is with his face.

“Daddy if you want your mask you can put it on.” She whispered smiling at her father.

“It will be alright darlin’ it doesn’t bother me like that love im with you two alright.” He smiled lightly at the girl pulling her into a small hug in his crouched down position.

Simon giving her a kiss on the side of her face causing a fit of giggles.

-dad!simon who knew this was not ‘Diyas favorite place once he got to her classroom he little hand griping on to her father’s jacket.

-dad!simon who watched her eyes fill with tears because she did want to be here.

“Do I have to go in..” she mumbled.

Simons hand who tilted her head up looking down at her with a reassuring expression “it’s alright love, I promise. I’ll be here to pick you up this afternoon as well,”

She nodded lightly “will mommy be with you?” She asked. Sy was a mamas girl for sure not that she didn’t want Simon around but Zhuri was the same way with him. He leaned down kissing her forehead “that’s from yer’ mama she loves you lots and we’ll see her tomorrow morning okay luv?” He spoke softly.

A small sniffle and she nodded “you got this Sy, your strong, confident girl, you can do it right.” He said still looking down at her little brown eyes her lashes wet from tears.

“I can do this, I’m strong and confident.” She said. Simon chuckled.

“Atta girl.” He kissed her head once more watching her as she walked into her classroom.

-dad!simon who now had to deal with his hellion and her teacher who liked him. But Zhuri always shut her down.

“Why are you talking like that to my daddy?” Zhuri crossed her arm’s sassily looking at her teacher who had started lightly flirting with Simon.

“My daddy doesn’t like other girls besides my momma, and me obviously.” She grinned.

Her teacher got quiet but let Zhuri know that she should say goodbye to her daddy, Zhuri who gladly tackled her father hugging his torso Simon who laughed picking her up “you’ll get points from your mama with that one.” He chuckled kissed Zhuris cheeks setting her back down.

“Bye Daddy!”

“Bye ya hellion don’t cause trouble.” He said.

“Cant promise anything!” She grinned.

-dad!Simon who always come back to the thought that he would never have children or family but now he stood here with his girls. Learning to do their hair. What foods they like and dislike. Going through a phase where he would call them each others names to the point they started playing tricks on him on who’s who. Now he sat at gymnastic meets, softball games and whatever those girls wanted to do may it be soccer, basketball ball, swim. Simon was right there, he would sit with them playing tea party and doctor. He would let the girls color in his sleeve when he needed them quite.

-dad!Simon who when her first held them his whole world lit up. And he knew that he would do anything for them. He would kill for them.

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Down Bad - A Joel Miller Drabble

Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Pairing: Pre Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 800 Summary: You get ghosted after a one night stand with your handsome neighbor. Warnings: Drinking, smut remembrance, angst. A/N: Happy Tortured Poets Department release day! Thank you to @beskarandblasters for the amazing Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge AGAIN. I previously wrote Paper Rings for it. TBH, I stayed up until 3:30 AM listening to TTPD last night with @ohheypedrito and your girl is STRUGGLING TODAY, but well worth it. What an album.

Masterlist

One night out with your friends, one shared glance, one half smile, one opportunity, one drink bought, one phone number drunkenly tapped into his phone. 

One date, one heated make out session in his truck, one moment of being heaven struck, one naked body left alone in your bed as he quietly leaves without a word. 

One text telling him you had a good time, one week since you’ve heard from him, countless hours of yearning for your neighbor. 

Across the street and two houses to the left, Joel Miller lives. Well manicured lawn, cute daughter who goes door to door selling Girl Scout cookies, large truck parked out the front dinged and well used. 

You’ve been down bad for him since you first moved in, a quick introductory hello and wave one early morning as you took your dog for a walk, how could you be so attracted to a total stranger?

That stranger ignoring you from that moment on, leaving you feeling nuts. Sometimes you’d take your dog for a walk when you’d notice him mowing the lawn, sneaking a glance under your sunglasses, watching the sweat make his skin glisten. Teenage crush vibes, teenage petulance coming out because you can’t have him or his attention. 

You never see him with another woman there, only his loud, precocious brother Tommy who stops to talk with you whenever you’re outside. You know he likes you, but you’re too drawn to his older brother’s beam to even want to lead him on. 

That night shared between the two of you, it almost feels like an evil experiment. He fucked you, fucked you hard, stared into your eyes as he came all over you, devoured your cunt as if he was starving, made you cum so hard it felt like you were floating in a cosmic cloud of sparks, then he left you naked and alone. He owned your body, like it was some sort of hostile takeover. 

You’re barely even sure it happened, like if you speak about the existence of that night, everybody will tell you it never happened, that you’re nuts.

Why did he leave you like that? Why did he strand you the way he did? Why can’t you have him? Why cant you have an us? 

Doesn’t he know what you would do for his attention? How you feel like you could just die when you think back to that night? You’re pathetic for him, isn’t it romantic?

You replay the words he uttered against your skin as he fucked you. “You feel so fucking good, like you were made for me.” 

The taste of your sweat against your lips makes you almost want to cry as you try to run the thoughts of him away on the treadmill at the gym. The last time you sweat like this his cock was stretching you, his hand holding your cheek, his tongue languidly licking into your mouth. 

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After a night of staring at the ceiling, sleep not visiting you, tossing and turning not being able to get the thought of the weight of his body against yours, you decide to sit out on your porch with coffee in hand, staring at the sky as dawn approaches. A door slamming across the street startles you. He’s outside. This is it, you live in the same old familiar town, he can’t escape you, you can’t escape him. You trudge across the street, only clad in your shorts and your old Rangers shirt. You wave at him to get his attention as he finishes lifting his tool box onto his lift gate. 

You see him swallow as you stand at the edge of his driveway. 

“G’morning,” he nods. “Quite early.”

“It is. Could’t sleep.” 

“Happens to me too.”

“Mm,” you tap your foot, arms folded across your chest. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“S’complicated.”

“Try me, it’d make no difference.”

“Alright,” he runs a hand through his hair, “you’re too good. I don’t think it’s smart… for me to be with someone right now. Too much going on, ’n it’s safer if we just leave it at that. It’s better for you.”

“So, you fuck me, whisper all those sweet things in my ear, make me feel like I’m the chosen one, then just leave? How romantic Joel.”

“Never said I was the romantic type.”

“No, you’re just the fuck ‘em and strand ‘em. I guess.”

“Listen,” he looks down at his watch, “I gotta get goin’, got an important job to start. I really would like to talk more, I respect you too much ’n I really like you, I just think it’s better if you find someone else.”

“Right, well, see you around neighbor,” you bite.

Fuck it, you can’t have him. 

[aliaology]

HIGHWAY DONT CARE

summary: after a big fight with your boyfriend, you take your truck and take a long drive. he keeps calling, trying to tell you that he cares, not the highway. too bad your phone is dead.

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

warnings: hints at a car crash, speeding, sleeping while driving (please stay safe when you guys drive!)

you put your hair up before hopping inside of your truck. you ignored the crying pleas from your boyfriend to stay home. that it wasn't safe, but you didn't listen. no, you were pissed and tired. you just wanted space.

you drove off as soon as you could, windows rolled down. the loose strands of hairs blew with the wind as you unconsciously sped up. the normal five over, turned to ten, which turned to fifteen. soon enough, you were going twenty over the speed limit as you got onto the highway.

the fight with luke would seem small to the outside, but it was the biggest one you've had in the three years you had been together. it seemed simple, you were gonna move to new jersey with him next year, giving you time to finish your time in umich and time with your family down in tennessee.

he didn't like that. you two wouldn't see each other for almost a year if that's what you decided to do. he would be going to new jersey this year with jack, for the devils, as soon as summer was over. you would be miles and miles apart, luke couldn't do it.

so he suggested online schooling or even transferring to another school in new jersey, that way he could be with you before you went down to tennessee for next summer. the entire thing was blown out of proportion and it happened right before you two were to go to bed.

so here you were, speeding on the highway, eyes feeling heavy. luke tried calling you, multiple times. "im sorry y/n ma- luke stop! can't come to the phone right now. please leave a message after the beep." rang through his ears each time. the worry flooding his body every time your voice cut through to speak your name.

your phone was dead, lying on the passenger seat. your speed continuously increased as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. you slowly felt yourself falling asleep at the wheel.

"baby, come back home please. i don't know what you are doing but the highway doesn't care about this shit, y/n. just come home, i care. we'll figure this out, okay? if you stay in michigan can you at least reserve breaks for me, baby? come back please, i want to fix this." luke spoke into the phone. he wanted you to answer so bad.

luke immediately perked up when his phone rang. he didn't bother to look at it as he answered. "hello? y/n?" he spoke.

i cant live without ya, i cant live without ya, baby

"hi, is this luke hughes?" a woman spoke.

luke knew. "uhm, yeah, yeah this is him."

"well, mr. hughes, you were put down as y/n matthew's emergency contact. currently ms. matthews is in henry ford hospital-"

"is she, is she okay?" luke breathed out.

"only time will tell, mr. hughes." luke scoffed and hung up.

the brunette boy grabbed his jacket and immediately rushed to his car. he was now the one doing twenty over the speed limit, rushing to get to the hospital. the only difference? he was wide awake, adrenaline coursing through his body as he prayed you were okay.

erm angst

[theandersenjournals]

I love you vinnnnneeee....... vinnnyyyyy of everymanhybrid youre awesome.

vinnie fucking awesome. i like him alot. im obsessed with characters trapping themselves in their own tragedy, until it gets pried from their own hands. okay so the thing about vinny is that he's the most outgoing of the three in a more traditioal sense, as in it's him who runs the channel, the main face, hes our protagonist, really, not the MAIN character but the guy we wanna see, and the other two acknolwedge this in the fitness arc like earrlly on. he's a character that deteriorates, he starts strong, the leader, "jeff we have to keep filming or this prankster wins", hes positive and bright and comes up with their ideas

and then "jokes over" hits and we are sent spiralling into the unknown. jeff i love you. the where-is-jessa arc also introduces damsel/steph, i love you , jeff i love you guy who responds poorly to tragedy. but anyways vinnie is like, oh damn, okay, well this fucking blows. and he keeps filming. because thats what vinny does.

cue the long running middle arcs of the series, alex miseries, HABIT, onwards, outside help, you know the drill. and we finally start seeing the slow, cheese-grating has started making a dent on good ol vinn. now, listen, hes a guy who makes a decision and fucking trucks on that path no matter what, so despite it all, despite the hesitation, the misery, he keeps going!!

this is his cycle. he is the voyeur. he will watch. he will drown in the misery of his fate. and its him that dooms them. That's how it's always been! through every iteration! Patrick confirms this in tower on the lake, through Dr. James Corenthal, vinny suffered this fate, The Voyeur will always suffer this fate.

Vinny keeps going. he puts up cameras. he keeps filming. he pressures others into his train-car-off-the-bridge and hes suffocating but he'll see it through. and he's burning out. HABIT ensures this, through the entrapment era, his growing strength being Vinny's doom, until he's less and less of himself, more and more of a pawn, easier to manipulate, easier to hurt. And then. [Three's company.] Vinny drugs, complies. they kill shaun. and Vinny wakes up. The straw, really, not Shaun himself, but the circumstance- Vinnie realizes hes been complicit for far too long.

Vinny: I can`t get used to killing innocent people for no reason. HABIT: Well that's the only way were gonna win! [chuckling under breath] Vinny: Then I don't want to win. HABIT: What? Vinny: I don't want another person to die because of me so I can live. I rather die myself.

good, strong vinny starts to give up. and this begins the worst part. [blue room]. the psychological torture. Vinny is locked in Jeff's room. the gun. you know how it goes guys. and then [christmas]

Vince: Not good. And it's not even because, y'know, I feel bad or I'm scared. I'm not good because I don't feel anything. It's just -- what am I doing? Why am I doing this?

why am i doing this?

Guys, why do we keep filming? they say it in every series. why are we still filming? micheal says we're spreading the virus. Stan says the same. They all say but we can't stop. and it's funny; because; when that camera goes off, alot of them are saved. So many people don't have to die; they just have to stop filming. But Vinn doesnt. He cant. why? why even at his lowest, why does he still edit? film?

Vince: Who knows how many people have died. I've been in control of myself this whole time. I've been in control. I'm still pushing forward. I don't think you're a monster. He's using you, but you're not a monster. I feel like I'm becoming a monster.

instead of stopping filming, he asks us, to stop Watching. and THAT is who vinny is. blame is SHIFTING. theres always a reason. this is HABITs fault, slendermans fault, it the audiences fault, because vinny is afraid of what it means when they arent. "I promise I'm a good person." "I'm starting to feel like a monster." (the finale's rage shifting between evan and vinny on whos worse, who did what.) HABIT knows this. sees this. gives him leeway. youre the guardian. youre good. and hes not. hes not because hes the voyuer, and this is a cycle he can't end, because vinny does Not KNOW when to stop.

evan goes on, this is the FINALE, the beautiful last moment, so we see everythign again. its all recontextualized; what Vinny did, how many he's fed to the Rake, to Slenderman, to HABIT. How long he's been pointing his camera at victims, this puts a whole new spin on everything. and we see it. we see how heavy Vinn's hand has been in his own downfall.

Evan: [chortles] I can forgive you...but I gotta kill you first, okay? At least, through all this shit... Evan: ...I'll kill at least one fucking monster before I go!

and this has to end, and Vinn does what he alwasy does, desperate to protect himself, desperate to protect his own mind and heart;

Vince: I'm the monster? Do you know what you did to me, for years—what you did to our friends? Your own child?

vinn runs from blame , because thats his only defense, and. Then. it breaks. It only breaks- at the end. they killed all their monsters. Sort of.

Vince: Fuck, Evan. Damn it. Vince: I don't know if we're monsters… or just a couple of unlucky bastards. [He closes his eyes.] Vince: I'm sorry…

and this is how it all ends. this is the end of our iteration. vin, side by side with his best friend, blinks away tears, covered in his own blood and the blood of the person he can never leave, and this is the end. and he accepts it. we. we did this.

Just a couple of unlucky bastards. victims of monsters and cycles we could never even begin to understand.

vinny puts the camera down. his happy ending hinged on it. its very human, isnt it?

does ANYONE THINK ABOUT THAT FUCKING CAMERAAAAAA

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I'm taking an evening run along the edge of a wooded area in town when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, a sludgy feeling filling my stomach when I realize I'm being watched.

When I first moved to town I was warned off them, many times newbies and visitors to town would disappear and never been seen again but I loved the smell of the trees and breeze that seemed to come from the woods themselves.

I'd never cared about the rumors until now.

A sound of a wolf howl fills the chilly night air followed by more. My heart stutters in my chest and for some dumb ass reason stop to listen. I cant hear anything. The sound of the night insects that always seemed present were gone.

Then just as I decide to nope out of my run and lock myself in my house forever I turn around and there's a thing standing in the path. I decide immediately I wouldn't move because every documentary I'd ever seen about wild animals says to stay still and not move. Maybe it couldn't see me if I didn't move? (Like it was a dinosaur or something.) Even while every cell in my body screamed at me to turn and run away, I would still stand like deer in the head lights because the thing in front of me was a monster plain and simple.

The full moon illuminates a man-- and that term is as loose as it goes. The only things that made it a man was its upright form which towered far too high stood on two thick tree truck legs (with a huge as cock jutting upright that would make any man proud) and had two arms bulging with muscles.

And that's where the differences stop.

The head more canine than manly, elongated snout snarled showing pointed saliva-dripping teeth, human-like eyes seemed to glow red in the dark as two pointed ears stood upright on its head, one seemed to twitch as if listening to the woods on our left. Its whole body is covered in tuffs of dark fur-- It could have been any shade of black, grey or brown, its to shadowy to tell for sure in the moonlight but what I can see is the shine that seems to be dripping from the wolf man's cock like a drippy faucet.

I had tried not to look at the cock once I'd noticed it but I couldn't help it as it continued to lift and drip.

A twig snapped at the edge of the woods. The wolfman turn's its head and snarls at the sound and I knew it was the only opening I would get so I turn and run.

I only get a few yards before I'm tackled from behind, falling beneath the large body at my back and face first into the loose dirt pathway. I dont scream or cry because what if it gets angry? Instead I close my eyes tight and whimper as a wet snout presses against my neck sniffing, running along my ear and throat before letting out a growl.

"P-please... D-don't eat m-me..." I plead, not able to work up anything louder than a whisper. Maybe it can understand me and would decide I'm too pathetic to eat?

The wolfman lets out another growl, this time deeper than the last before a hard bar as rubbed against my ass, rubbing between the spandex covered crack before sinking between downward to also rub against my pussy.

I gasp and cry out in shock, trying to scramble away but its claw-tipped fingers grip my shoulders and pin me in place to the dirt as he begins to hump its gigantic cock against me.

Oh god. Oh god. It wants to fuck me. The huge wolfman with the Kong sized cock is dry humping me like a horny highschooler. And for some reason I'd never been so turned on and scared at the same time in my whole life.

As the wolfman humps for a few moments, his pants and groans in my ear far more human than they should be but its wolf-like snout was a glaring reminder he wasn't human.

The wolf man let out a growl in frustration before his weight lifted off me, his clawed hands left my shoulders a moment before my leggings were ripped off of me-- grabbed in his huge, clawed hands and ripped down the back seem until my ass and sopping wet pussy lips were exposed to the night air.

"What ar--" my immediate protest was cut off as that canine nose was pressed against my pussy from behind and I left out a squeal of surprise. "Noooo... Dont." I pleaded, hopefully somewhat convincingly because no matter how hard I wanted him to stop I also didn't.

Rough hands spread my legs wider as his snout burrows in the crevice between my thighs and a rough tongue licks me from clit to asshole several times before the wolfman lets out a satisfied groan and starts to tongue fuck me vigorously.

I cant do anything besides mewl and moan beneath the ministrations of his tongue. I'd never been eaten like this. All my past boyfriends did it as little as possible, a few tongue flicks against my clit before just shoving their cocks in. Meanwhile, this wolfman beast thing is eating my pussy like its the tastiest treat he's ever had.

And I shouldn't want more but I do... I so fucking do and I'm so glad he decided to eat me even though I had begged him not to.

My orgasm slams through me and I scream into the night air, it wasn't until wolfman used his massive hands to pull my ass higher into the air and felt the blunt probing against my pussy that I began to protest again, "No wai--" but before I could finish the words he thrust forward. "Fuck!" I screamed as he split my pussy wide over his massive cock, stretching me wider than I'd ever been before and it fucking hurt.

I hung my head in defeat and cried, tears falling from my eyes and into the dirt beneath me. It wasn't until wolfman nuzzled his face against my throat and let out a small rumbly purr that I realize he had stopped his forward invasion of my pussy and was actually trying to soothe me.

A few moments I panted beneath him on my knees and elbows with his massive cock speared however far it had managed to go into my pussy as he growl-purred and licked at my cheek and neck, his hips giving tiny thrusts like he just couldn't manage to stop some type of friction against his cock.

He seemed to know when the ripping pain turned into something else but when he did he didn't hold back anymore. His cock pulled from me slowly before slamming back in hard, over and over again rutting into me like a battering ram.

"Oh fuck yes," I cry out as he hits my g-spot just right, pushing my ass back against the wolfman trying to get him to hit it again and he does, purposefully turning his thrusts short and sharp to hit against that spot over and over again until I screaming out "Yes. Yes. Don't stop." as I cum, squirting all over his cock.

Then I feel the swelling inside me, like his cock as a lump that's getting bigger and bigger until he's locked into me, his snout no longer rubbing against my neck and is now biting down at the shirt covered fabric of my shoulder, his clawed hands grabbing my breasts as he worked that knot farther and deeper into my pussy.

"Mine," he seems to growl from where his teeth are locked on my shoulder as I feel his cock jerking inside me, filling me with the hot spurts of his cum and I'm delirious with all of it. The pleasure. The pain. The fact that this somehow can't be reality as I cum a third time on a monster cock.

I dont know how long I was pinned beneath his teeth as his hard cock rocked gently into me, my knees and elbows probably permanently imbedded with gravel but I couldn't feel any pain. It was like my body was floating on cloud and everything around me was soft and muted.

When wolfman pulled his cock from my pussy, the knot finally disappearing from me completely I couldn't help but whimper at the loss as his cum spilled from me. I figured he'd leave me a ravaged pile of bones on the ground but instead he lifted me into his large furred arms and cuddled me against his chest as he headed towards the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked sleepily not really expecting a reply as I laid my head against his shoulder, my face pressed against his furred neck and it was my turn to breath in his scent. Like musky man and woods, and he was soooo warm against the cool night air.

"It's time for you to meet the pack," he said, his voice was gravely the words seemed to come from his throat versus his mouth, no doubt his snout and tongue werent made for talking but they sure were made for eating pussy.

"Mmmm, are you going to eat me too?" // fin.

(sorry for the tense changes, i can never keep them straight)

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[rockermybuddie]

Haunted corn field

Tommy x Evan “Buck”

Summary: Evan and Tommy spend their night at a haunted corn field maze. When Evan gets separated from Tommy, he gets scared.

Click here to read my Buddie Halloween story!

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“Evan go get a jacket.” Tommy says when Evan walks down the stairs in just his T-shirt. “Why? I’ll be fine!” Evan says looking down at what he is wearing.

His jeans, his shoes, tommys shirt, and his hair is done.

“Its the end of October almost November. Its chilly out. You arent taking my jacket, besides you are already wearing my shirt.” Tommy giggles at Evan.

He doesnt mind when Evan wears his clothes but he knows Evan is going to get cold and ask for his jacket. Of course he would give it to him but he doesn’t want to be cold either.

“Ugh, fine!” Evan throws his hands up in defeat of stealing Tommys jacket and walks back upstairs.

They walk out to Tommys truck as he opens the door for Evan. “Well thank you.” Evan says. “You’re welcome.” Tommy taps Evan butt as he climbes into the truck.

“Are you scared?” Evan asks looking at Tommy. “No? Why would i be scared?” He asks. “Because we are going to a haunted corn field! We are going to be trapped in a maze!” Evan exclaimed slapping his palms to his thighs.

“Its just actors Evan. There will always be two exits in a maze.” Tommy says, he looks over and smiles at his excited boyfriend. “Yeah, i know that but they are dressed scary! And its going to be dark!” Evan says. “Will you hold my hand?” He looks at Tommy with pleading puppy dog eyes.

“Yes Evan. I will hold your hand.” Tommy smiles at him placing his hand on Evans thigh as he listens to him tell him facts about Corn Mazes and Halloween.

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When they arrive Tommy parks the truck and the two get out and stand in line to buy their tickets.

Evans head swivels looking everywhere constantly. “Why do you keep looking around?” Tommy asks. “Making sure we dont get got.” Evan says without looking at Tommy.

“‘So we dont get got’” Tommy mocks laughing. “This is serious babe.” Evan looks at Tommy for a split second, his face bright with a smile.

“Ahh!” Evan screamed clinging himself to Tommy. “See I told you!” Tommy laughs at his scared Evan.

A clown was standing behind him with a bloody knife.

“Are you sure you want to do this Evan?” Tommy asks wrapping his hand around Evans waist. “Yes. Its going to be fun.” Evan tells him shaking off his fear.

They buy their tickets and they make their way into the maze.

The beginning of the maze wasnt too bad, the maze should only take 20 minutes to do a straight walkthrough but with the jump scares and getting lost it can add time.

Tommy held his hand out to the side for Evan to grab ahold of. Evan laced his fingers through Tommys and held on tight.

“Evan you’re shaking.” Tommy says, he can feel Evans hand sweating but the rest of his body is shaking. He cant tell if its from him being scared or if hes cold.

“I-i-i-i-its scary.” Evan lets out, hes freezing but he doesn’t want Tommy to know. He should of gotten a thicker jacket.

“Here.” Tommy sighed taking off his jacket. He could read right through him. Without hesitation Evan took Tommys jacket and put it on. “Thank you.” Evan says taking Tommys hand back in his.

The deeper they got into the maze the more jumpscares there were. At one point they were running from a tall Chucky with a chainsaw.

Evan practically dragged Tommy behind him. Tommy had to pull on Evans arm to get him to stop running once the life sized Chucky found new prey to chase.

“This maze is never ending.” Evan huffs out. “We should be almost done.” Tommy says calmly. They stood in a ‘safe’ spot for a moment.

All of a sudden a very tall demon creature came from inside the corn and started chasing Evan.

“Ahhhhh!” He screamed, he didnt have time to grab Tommys hand he just started running. “Evan wait!” Tommy yells, knowing if he looses Evan in the maze theres a chance he wont find him intill they both make it out.

And Evan has been scared this whole time, its only Tommy that was keeping him somewhat calm.

A loose scared Evan in a haunted maze? This cant be good.

But by the time Tommy made it to where he last saw the two they were gone.

“Hopefully the creature chased him out.” Tommy thought to himself as he made his way through the rest of the maze.

Maybe he’ll bump into Evan again out of luck. Thats all he could hope for anyways.

Evan kept running but every where he turned was a dead end. He finally looked behind him and saw the demon creature venture off to a bigger group of people.

“Thank god.” He breathed out. He put his hands behind his head so he could catch his breath.

“That was a lot. I didnt think he would stop chasing us.” Evan says to Tommy. When there was no reply he spun around looking for Tommy.

“Tommy?” He says when he doesn’t see him. “Come on Tommy this isnt funny.” Evan says nervously.

Oh no he couldn’t of gotten separated. He was so scared he just ran and didnt look to see if Tommy followed.

“Tommy?!” He yells. “Whos Tommy?!” A creepy voice asks behind him.

Evan screams, again, and started running.

He ran so long, out of breath in need of water. He kept running.

Eventually he came across the exit of the maze.

“Thank god.” He heaved out.

Coming to a stop he bent over trying to catch his breath. He knows this isnt the smartest way but he was exhausted from running and screaming.

“There you are.” He hears Tommys voice. “You left me!” Evan shouts playfully looking up at Tommy who had his normal expression on.

“Actually you left me, Evan.” Tommy corrects. “You ran.” He raised his eyebrows tilting his head at that.

“That… thing! Was chasing me!” Evan says pointing back at the corn field. “How long have you been waiting for me?”

“Not long.” Tommy tells him even though he finished the maze 15 minutes ago. “Lets go home.” He grabs Evans hand as they walk back to the truck.

“Want to do another one?” Evan asks. “No.” Tommy laughs shaking his head. “I dont want to have to take you to the hospital.you are too young to have a heart attack.” He could tell Evan was exhausted and in need of a bed.

He wasn’t sure why Evan wanted to do this so bad if he gets scared so easily. Evan says that its not Halloween unless you go to a haunted house/maze.

When the two arrived home Evan was still scared he didnt go anywhere Tommy wasnt. Even to the bathroom.

As Tommy did his business Evan just leaned against the sink.

“Want to watch a scary movie?” He asks. Tommy looks at Evan and smiles at his adorable boyfriend. “Are you going to get scared?” He asks.

“Its Halloween. You’re supposed to get scared!” Evan says shaking his head throwing his hands up.

Tommy laughs at that.

In bed Tommy turned on the Tv and put on a scary movie as Evan was glued to his side with half his face under the blanket as the movie played.

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A/n: Happy Halloween everyone! 

[sirensvcubus]

Only Tonight

Season 7

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: Mostly Fluff <3

Back story:

This takes place during season 7, Daryl and Y/N are in love but after Negan takes you and Daryl hostage, your forced to become Negan’s wife while Daryl is Tortured.

Summery:

You per sway Negan to let you stay one night in Alexandria, shortly after Negan and The Saviors leave you are reunited with Daryl who’s escaped and get one night together.

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“Please baby, one night? You know I wont run, and even if I wanted to I know what you’d do to my friends.”

You begged looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pleading smile. Negan stood there with a smirk, thinking it through.

“Id be so….so grateful,” you said caressing his cheek.

“One night,” He said looking around. “Because I am a generous, gentleman…”

Negan turned down to you with a serious stern look. He grabbed your chin making sure you focused in. “If you run I will find you. If you hide I will find you, and tomorrow when I come to collect you, you will show me..how grateful you truly are. Mk?” Negan whispered, to which you replied with a nod.

He left you standing there in your low cut black dress and silver strap heals that he’d forced you to wear. A part of his wives attire, that led everyone to know your his and only his. How you loathed him. Everyday you missed Daryls soft touch more and more. When you were trapped there you would sneak Daryl good food and hold his hand under the crack of the door; as you both sat there listening to that god awful music he was forced to listen to, over and over. If only Daryl were here, you thought.

As soon as the cars drove out of Alexandria followed by the clanging of the gates, Rick ran to you and you collapsed in his arms crying. You finally felt safe and at home surrounded by your people, your family.

“Thank god, your alright.” Rick said with a tear himself.

“Daryl.. we need to” you gasped saying between sobs.

“I know, I know, shhh, we can come up with a plan, a safe plan; while your here, you can help.”

“Ok” you said with a sniffle backing away.

Daryls POV

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After Daryl got the note that now was the time to escape, he waisted no time. He snuck through the dimly lit corridors and stole some clothes and food from what appeared to be Dwights room. He quickly slinked through the building picking up and old pipe for defense. He bolted to the nearest motorcycle. Thats when he saw the guy that tricked him the first time he tried to escape. His anger surfaced and he swung and swung the pipe, snagging a gun from his corpse.

“Daryl?” He heard Jesus from behind him.

(I was an atheist… until I saw Jesus in my living room- I hope y’all know that audio)

He helped him back to Alexandria on a motorcycle, stopping a mile or two before the gates to observe. After they saw Negan and his trucks shuffle out, they ran up to the gates.

“Hey let us in, its Daryl and Jesus.”

Jesus yelled.

The gates swiftly opened and Rick along with some others ran up to Daryl hugging and greeting him. Thats when the crowed cleared as he saw her. In a well fitting black dress heals in hand, barefoot on the pavement. Daryl ran to her and, her to him and she leaped into each-others arms. Reuniting in a tight, warm embrace.

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You felt his hot breath on your neck as you both cooed finally back in each others arms. Your hot tears pooled onto his shoulder as he placed you back on the ground. His hands caressing your whole body as he got reunited with you. You missed the touch of his rough hands. Your embrace turned into a hot passionate kiss that went on till both of you needed air. It ended with you holding onto him tight with your head burrowed in his chest rocking back and forth.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You repeated and so did he. Daryl let out small sobs while looking into your eyes.

“Your alright?” He said with concern.

“Yes.”

“You cant go back, you cant.”

“I have to Dar, you know what he’d do.”

You both sobbed in each others arms and soon your hug became a group hug as Rick, Carl, Michonne, Rosita and many more beyond your vision joined.

After everyone said there peace and celebrated his return. You walked hand and hand with Daryl back to your shared house.

“Im gonna clean you up, get you something good to eat and somthin clean to wear, were gonna eat and dance and drink good wine. Ill show you the joys of a bubble bath.” Which you both knew you loved immensely even in the apocalypse.

“You needa stay, I wont, I cant let you go back.”

“Shhhhh, we have one night, I’m not spending it arguing with ya.” You said holding his hand tighter as a tear dropped down his face. “I have to go back we both know I do”

You spent the night doing as you planned starting off with a nice warm bath. You looked into his bright blue puffy eyes and leaned your head against his chest, un-buttoning his shirt, as water filled the tub. You grabbed a cloth and two cozy towels. Daryl took of the rest of his clothes and so did you meeting him in the bath, while pouring bubbles around mixing them in a bit. You sat behind him washing his back and pooling cups of water onto his scalp dirt and blood ran in streams down his back. You dabbed his scars kissing them after you cleaned each one.

So much washed off of him that you had to drain and fill up the tub again swirling around more bubbles in the hot water. You both washed up before laying on top of Daryl with his arms wrapped around you. He kissed you cheek and down your neck, cradling your boobs in his hands. You both stayed like that for over an hour. You finally turned smiling facing him as you plopped bubbles on his head causing him to chuckle. Daryl dabbed some bubbles on your nose causing you to wince. He swooped over you laying you on your back in the water as you kissed one another. The sound of swishing water mixed with coos and I love you’s. He melted into you biting your bottom lip as each kiss ended.

After the bath you got out and Daryl wrapped you in the warm blanket and his towel around his waist, leaving his chest and muscles exposed. He knew it would get the best of me. You sat in the living room after getting dressed and shared a bottle of red wine. He put on the song Lover You Should Have Come Over, by Jeff Buckley on the record player inviting you up to dance, knowing how much you loved it. He was usually stubborn about dancing but he did it without hesitation.

His huge warm arms wrapped around your waist. You both swayed back and forth to the song. Then finally you went to stir in the tomato sauce with the spaghetti you had boiling.

“This is going to be the best meal you’ve had in ages, baby.”

“Considering I’ve been eating dog food sandwiches, I would have to agree. Although from what you’ve told me your shit at cooking.” He said and you both chuckled.

“Well Ive gotta learn, and you cant really go wrong with pasta.”

You both lapped it up in silence and finally snuggled into bed his warm body pressing against your back and large muscled arms wrapping tightly around you. He kissed your neck holding you into him tighter.

“See you in the morning.” He said.

“Yes…then-“

He shushed you and you pressed your face against his.

“Goodnight, I love you, so so much Daryl.”

“I love you to Y/N, more than you could know.”

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Thanks for reading!!! <3

[yourmommygay]

Let's trust him.

Idea: This is set just after Liam brings theo back and is set in Scott's house when they find out he's back.

Pairings: theo raeken x plus size!reader, Malia tate/hale x reader (siblings. Malia is 2 years older), Scott mccall x reader (platonic), Liam Dumbar x reader (best friends)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and violence.

Be prepared this is a kinda long one.

Cody christain is just majestic.

Me, malia and Scott had just returned to Scott's after receiving a message from Liam asking for us to come back. As I stepped out of my truck and closed the door I heard my sister growl, I didn't understand why, I just shrugged it off and walked over to Scott who was walking up the path to the front door.

We entered the house and I heard hushed whispers from towards the kitchen area, I identified the voices of Liam and hayden aka my best friend and his girlfriend. As I rounded the corner I saw him, theo. My ex boyfriend standing behind my best friend and hayden who was holding the katana.

"What's going on here?" I asked worried as to why he was here. Liam looked sad almost guilty but still confident all at once. Scott stepped towards Liam with a angry glint in his eyes.

(Skip to later. Also im adding more speach cause its been a while since ive watched teen wolf and i cant find it anywhere as i live in the uk)

"Scott I don't trust him" malia said to Scott and I don't blame her, he manipulated us all, made us believe we could trust him, shot malia, made me fall in love with him just so he could get closer to the pack, manipulated Liam into trying to kill Scott then trying and sort of succeeding in killing him. "I know you don't malia, but Liam thinks he may be able to help us, he remembers stiles" Scott said trying to calm down the situation.

"I remember stiles, Lydia remembers stiles, y/n remembers stiles and so do you. We don't need theo, Liam needs to send him back. He tried to kill you scott" malia rambled getting angrier by the second. "What do you think y/n?" Scott asked looking straight at me, I looked over at theo and saw his eyes. He was listening in to the conversation and he looked scared. "Malia has a point he did try to kill you." I pause. "But so did I and malia and Liam and Peter and Kate and Chris and Jackson and yet you gave us another chance and trusted us. I say we give him one more chance, if he does something we don't like or agree with put him back" I respond.

Scott nods and tells Liam "y/n's right, but he's your responsibility. You watch him, got it?" Liam nods and looks over at me "can y/n help? She's theos weakness remember".

(Flashback to before they sent him to his personal hell)

"Y/n your everything to me, I didn't mean to involve you in the plan. I didn't mean to fall in love with you, at first I thought maybe it was easy but then you actually treated me the way I wanted to be treated, with love and care. God I'm crazy about you y/n, if anything happened to you I'd lose my mind. Your the only thing that keeps me calm and anchored" theo said trying to plea for my forgiveness.

"I can't be with you theo, not anymore. Your not the person I thought you was. If you can change then maybe at some point eventually but right now I'm pushing myself to just talk to you, I don't think I can trust you" I turned and left theo standing there looking like a kid who just dropped their ice cream.

"Fine catherine goes with but if he gets to close to her stop him" Scott and malia both say St the same time making me smirk. I have a feeling they will be together soon enough, there's always been something there. I can tell.

(Time skip again)

I'm walking behind hayden and Liam by theo but not next to him as I see Liam and hayden being a cute couple. Hayden says how she trusts liam I nearly make an audible sound of adoration towards the teenage couple as they kiss theo says "oh do you want me to leave you two alone to have some couple time?" He then holds up the chains "Oh wait I can't" he says annoyed. Liam rolls his eyes and me and hayden giggle at the boys. Liam yanks on the chain connected to the handcuffs on theo's wrists.

As I'm walking theo looks at me. "Hey" he whispers knowing that even though the teenage couple infront of us are talking that if he spoke loud enough Liam would hear him. "Hi" I whisper back. "I heard what you said to Scott back at the house, thank you for sticking up for me" he whispers smiling at me, not a smirk like before, a genuine smile. "I didn't do it as a favor for you." Amd just like that the smile is gone.

"I did it for me, so I can kill you once we have finished with you" I smile and him then jog to catch up and walk next to hayden.

(Time skip again. I'm sorry)

"Scott was right, I'm sending you back" Liam said to theo, we had just returned to the little shed thingy and saw a ghost rider dead in the cage with the gate open and theo sitting on the floor. I hadn't looked at theo yet I just know he's sitting on the floor, I finally look over at theo then turn to Liam and whisper to Liam "leave me alone with him, I'll fine out what happened" Liam looks hesitant but I nod and he and everyone else walks out leaving me with theo.

I sit down next to theo sideways facing him. I cross my legs, sigh and put my hands in my lap. "What happened theo?" I ask. Theo looks at me with tears in his eyes and blood on his face, "my sister would pull my heart out, over and over and over and over again. Then suddenly you appeared and she started pulling your heart out then she would make me pull it out, I couldn't. I couldn't hurt you again so I always had to watch you die." He said catching me of guard. "Theo I meant about what happened here. Is-is that what you witnessed in your personal hell?" I ask putting my hand on his knee. He nods then says "it was uh, Mr Douglas. He came in here, killed the ghost rider. Ate something from in his brain that let him use the whip" theo says then he clears his throat and sits up more, still leaning on the wall.

"Mr Douglas, as in the new teacher?" I ask in disbelief. Theo nods again and I nod. "Theo I have to ask, did you try to stop him?" I ask scared of the answer. "Yeah I did he uh, he pushed me against the wall and then faced the ghost rider" theo said and I knew he was telling the truth cause they couldn't lie to me. I nod and pull theo into my chest hugging him catching him by surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in my neck.

"I missed you" I confess. "I missed you so much more and I'm so sorry I broke your trust and I promise I will try to prove myself and change, for you. I'll be better for you" theo said looking me in the eyes. I smile and nod then kiss theo quickly before calling Scott and Liam and the others back in.

I stand up as they enter and say "He's telling the truth, he had nothing to do with what happened here. In fact he tried to stop it from happening but he couldn't. Scott can I talk to you outside?" I ramble, Scott nods and we walk out the little shed thingy. "Scott, he's just told me what he went through down there. I think we should at least give him a chance to be better. To prove to be better. He isn't the same as before, believe me. I was his girlfriend and there is a look in his eyes that wasn't there before." I explain.

"What did he go through?" Scott asks, I shake my head "I can't say exactly as its not my place if he wants to tell you he will but I will say that if anything would change him. It would be what he went through. Can we please give him one more chance and just put at least a little bit of trust in him?" I say.

Scott nods and says

"Okay, let's trust him"

A/n: I hope you like this, it took me about an hour to write as I kept getting distracted. Anyway let me know what you think about this and I'm sorry that I couldn't really remember much from the episodes but I tried my best. Anyway, remember you are loved and you are wanted. I love you and I hope you have a nice morning/evening/night. Bye bye.

[fictionfixations]

MAJOR UNTIL THEN SPOILERS

been watching tuonto play until then

I dont know what it is I mean. i joined the streams without any context (well listen i was there for the start. did not know it was but i saw like ryan and mark at the laptop and louise coming over and reveal of her playing games. except i didnt know who they were at the time lOl. thought it was cool but wasnt keeping up with it. then i ended up on the stream where nicole brings us to visit her grandparents and they're just fighting and it was raining and then theres the reveal with mark's mom being dead [well missing but]. and then we went to prom and cathy died and im just like what the fuck.)

but so i didnt really know what was going on but i still kinda cared? but like. so cathy died. and i did not cry. i was just 'what the fuck' and. like. a lot of surprise. and shock. (i was also thinking that maybe if we didnt go after her she wouldn't have died because she was walking towards us on the road. i also didnt know that apparently you can disappear when it rains if nobodys there to acknowledge that you are there and that you exist. i think. so uhm. i still wonder what wouldve happened if we turned back to see our mom though. or if we stopped.)

but so anyway. i did go back to watch all the until then streams after that. with all the context involved (did not see ending of cathy admitting that her homelife.. isnt that great. because that wasnt streamed yet. admitting in a recording i mean cause shes dead. but a chatter said that it was implied that they probably were abusive, and pointing out the marks on her skin cause her dress was like ripped in that slowed shot of her walking towards us.)

but i already knew what happened so shrug (it was very cool though. even though i was also rewatching scenes id seen before it didnt feel old at all. very invested.)

you know what got me crying?

THIS stupid scene in the other timeline where they're acting for ridel. about two ppl who havent seen each other for awhile. and the

memories of cathy actually being dead just came into this one and i just fucking bawled im being literal

(we dont see the memories actually affect us, its just a thing that we know. mark doesnt know cathy died he just. feelings. and also he got a hallucination of the truck..)

i dont know why but sad shit has been making me cry more than usual.

marks just starts crying and im already sobbing my eyes out like no you cant do this to me you 😭

anyway. i missed a bunch of the streams and not wanting to go them out of order ive been waiting to watch it all at once (also he apparently finished the game so now i really gotta go faster. i think i have like. a stream and a half to watch now.)

but so i dont know the ending pls dont spoil me

i just wanna say. god this game is so cool.

also i mightve been slacking off cause it seemed this timeline mightve been a worse timeline. and im like the kind of person to be like in fiction 'what if that person was me' and so i get super immersed. which also means i get all the shitty feelings too. so i was kinda worried. but its.. okay?

mark. just. kinda seems depressed though. like uh. more depressed?

i saw someone describe it as him having kind of given up (i also think his grades are worse? it didn't show us what his grades were but the principal mentioned that he needed to study more or he'll have to be kicked out or something which wasn't in the first run through)

and tbh. that mightve been because cathy just. died. which isnt really something you can just get over even if its been awhile. it still hurts, still something that lingers. an unexpected pain. or at least, a scar.

like. i cant imagine how hopeless it must've felt to be right there. to watch her die and be unable to stop it. and like. obviously since this is a mark who has also gone through that and is now in this timeline (although doesnt remember).. a part of him is still kinda feeling that loss, and also having done all this before that makes it feel pointless. and like he shouldnt try as hard, cause whats the point, right? what does it matter?

anyway im sad. im going to go back to watching the stream. (also cathy is my favorite i love her so much sduifhfeuhds

[handoferis]

i have had the most hilarious day

i dropped off my holter monitor and tried to wash off the goop in the bathroom, did not work at all. left with grunge and a weird hickey looking bruise. too obese to button my flannel up. awesome, whatever. i decided to pick up some prescriptions while i was out and about. while i was there i saw my shitty IRL that im tentatively being polite to and her kiddo ran up to me and hugged me <33 oh but anyway she was all like "omg hiii, sorry i havent been in contact ive just been sooo busy. im not mad at you! are you mad at me?" and i just laughed and was like whatever, shit happens dude. like totally not answering her question but willing to just move on. idk i just always laugh when someone genuinely asks "are you mad at me?" or "do you hate me?" it just feels so middle school. i explained my bruise and we had a good laugh, apparently she pulled her shoulder but that's not why she was at the med center, it was for the kiddo. i gave her a couple of muscle relaxers since i JUST got it refilled so fuck it. i wish she would go to an actual doctor though. instead of the ER last week i guess? for a pulled shoulder??? ok .

so me and my MIL finally leave the med center, i bought a preroll at the dispo, i went to gordon food service and bought mochi. boomer MIL went to mcdonalds and decided we need to eat in because she wanted to "make sure they brew a fresh decaf and cook my food to order" (it sounds reasonable but she isnt reasonable about how she asks) and it was insane, the manager was verbally abusing one of his employees. said employee walked out. two customers on two separate occasions started cussing out some of the remaining workers.

finally we go to leave and her car wont start.

MIL is absolutely, and i dont say this lightly, fucking retarded, when it comes to vehicles. She has never changed her oil on any vehicle she has had in the time ive known her. She constantly buys like fucking Temu windshield wipers and then is like "these wipers are fucky sucky" yes Meems its cause you bought it from fuckysucky dot com. Jesus! Ok so

She sat there just trying to start her car over and over again. For like half an hour. No lights would come on, not even flicker. I tried to tell her like hey let's try something else. Do you think she listened to me? No. She is having like 86 panic attacks and listing off every biblical character she can think of while she's trying to start the car over and over. She finally called a family friend and they brought jumper cables.

The battery is in the trunk. The trunk can't be opened because the battery is dead. Could not open the access panel bc it was so awkward to maneuver trying to reach it from the back seat. Family friend googled it and found out theres some battery access nodes under the front hood. and it straight up didnt work. like at all. dashboard lights would flicker on but then right back off. random guy in the parking lot offered 'help' by walking family friend through the steps of what she'd already been doing.

MIL is having a panic attack because the tow truck is going to be $112 and she wants to call "these other cheapy guys in my phone but i cant find it OH OKAY I found it should I call and cancel the other one?" and im like "Meems they are already on the way dont fuckign do that to these people." tow truck pulls up after i finished that sentence. kids stopped playing in the playplace to watch the tow truck lmao.

i finally got home and i was so tired and dehydrated and hungry and my mochi was totally liquid on the inside. god. all i wanted to do was drop off my monitor and go home and play neopets what the fawwwwk

[crystlizabeth]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x 141!blkwife!reader doing rescue in a natural disaster, for example the movie The Impossible is the kind of disasters im thinking of. While reading this if you have read any of my dad!simon stuff I used this girls as reference.

Not proofread at all, mentions of blood and other sad things

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

Every thing was destroyed the team had been called to help do a rescue in Khao Lak, Thailand. People had been loading people in trucks sending them up to the mountains away from the shore line. You had been helping a woman and her daughter the mother severely injured holding her up as you walked to the truck her little girl on you other hip clinging on to you.

“Take her.” You hosted the little girl up Gaz taking her, before you could even help the women she started talking to you.

“I cant go yet she still out there.” She cried heavily.

“Ma’am I need you to get on this truck there could be an another wave coming anytime, I have to get you and these people to safety.” You spoke her bloody hands gripping your arms as tears ran down her dirty face.

“She just a child please, I can’t leave without her.” She spoke back.

She explained her other daughter was still out there she explained the area where she had been her sans became more violent as you could only explain that there was no garnet you could get to her, that her day would be alive. She only kept going till she said this “are you a mother,”

“Ma’am.”

“Are you a mother!”

You swallowed heavily nodding “ I am, I have girls”

“If that was your daughters your children you wouldn’t just leave them please, please don’t leave her out there.” She cried, you watched as Simon who was sitting in the truck began to stand up his head shaking no because he knew you were going to cave.

“Sargent no. Ma’am we can’t send any soldiers out any longer—” Simon began, his voice stern mostly towards you but only to be cut off by the women her melanin skin cut up.

“Please don’t leave my baby out there shes only 6 please I beg of you.” She cried her head falling.

You had to go home your girls needed there mother but it would be selfish of you as as Soilder as a mother to leave that little girl stranded and alone. She was just a baby.. she could be caught under debris and rubble of the tsunami. God knows that if it was your daughter you would stop at nothing to find them to find Sa’diya and Zhuri. Those girls still needed you and you knew that so you had to come back alive.

“What dose she look like, a name— I need a name.” You asked yoru breath shaky, Simon immediately stepped in.

“No! Maverick you are to return with the truck!” He yelled jumping down standing next to you and the women.

But you ignored your husband and listened to her “ she’s black, has hazel eyes and brown curly hair soft highlights in them, and she’s missing her two front teeth-” the mention of the missing teeth made you think of Zhuri how she was missing here and what she said next could make you heart break. “H—her names Ari, Arianna is her full name we- we call her Ari though.” She cried.

Simons eyes closed when she said Ari, that’s what her called Zhuri, “okay I’ll find her but I cant promise you I’ll find her alive you have to understand that.” You spoke, watching her nod as Simon took her lifting her in the truck.

“Just tell me you find her so I can take her home.” She said holding her daughter close to her.

“You’ll take her home i promise.” You spoke your gaze going to your husband. His eyes filled with worry he was gonna make you get in that truck.

“There is a wave that could hit in 20 minutes (name).” He whispered he face close to yours.

“ Simon I have to go,”

His eyes narrowed “no, I cant just let you go.”

“What is that was Zhuri or Sa’diya you would stop and nothing to find them no matter what, I wouldn’t stop no matter what.” You spoke.

“But are girls aren’t here, they are at home waiting for us.” He spoke, he put it that to put In through your heat that both of you needed to go home alive.

“And we will go home to them. Alive. Ghost you have to trust me.” You began. “Not just as your soilder but as your wife.”

“Then I’m going with you.” He spoke his eyes never leaving yours.

“No, Ghost you need to go with Gaz there are other trucks near by please go.” You said.

He opened his mouth to say something “Simon go!”

“Lieutenant we have to go!” Gaz said.

Ghost cursed under his breath “you better be back with the last truck, so help me god Sargent I will tear this fucking island apart to find you.” He spoke his hand cutting your face.

His lips touched your softly, “ you better come back alive.”

“I will, I promise.” You said.

“Dont lose your tracker you understand!” He yelled once more.

With that he got in the truck as he watched you start going where she described. Moveing Debra yelling out for the little girl you were getting low on time, then you heard crying a blood curdling scream making you turn you head fast.

“Arianna!” You yelled out. Over and over again till you heard her she was face first in debris the top half of her sticking out then you found her.

Her small frame trapped under what seemed to be a roof, you only rushed towards her faster as she called out for help after seeing you. Getting to her you inspected the debris talking to her trying to keep her calm lifting up the debris slowly your other arm hooked under her pulling her out.

You sat her on the ground her ankle was broken that for sure and possibly her leg but you couldn’t interlay tell she was bleeding from her head cuts and bruises covered her, “hi Ari my names Sargent Riley, I’m here to help you you okay.” You spoke checking her eyes.

She mumbled back but her talking was soon drowned out with the alarm of your watch going off the 20 minute mark hitting. “Okay ari I’m gonna tie this around your waist okay it’s to make sure we don’t get separated alright.” You spoke keeping your voice calm and you tied a safety rope around her waist.

“Is another wave gonna hit us is that why your watch went off,” she asked her voice trembling.

Looking up to her you nodded “we’ll get to safety of I promise, your mama is waiting for you we’ll both go home okay.” You said picking her up her arms wrapping around you neck.

It was only moments later that you would be engorged under a heavy wave holding on to the little girl as tight as you could, being hit over and over with floating rubble it cutting through your shirt and pants you back taking most of the hits as you held on to her. Coming back above water you held on to a telephone poll trying to catch your breath Arianna crying and coughing, she had swallowed water but so had you, a lot.

“I wanna go home..” she cried holding on to your side.

She was terrified but as of now so were you. You could tell you were hurt but weren’t sure how bad just yet. The second hand wave hit throwing you both of the poll you had gin under then bam.

Your head was hit hard and knocked out cold. God knows how long you may have been out but when you woke up you were faced with some unfamiliar soilders. Arianna was no longer with you not that you could see going to sit up it felt like you ripped yourself in half. The soilders tried laying you back down be even through the pain you looked around for her.

“Where is she.” You groaned your voice sounded horrible. You just hoped you didn’t drag her under drowning her from your unconscious.

“She’s right there sweetheart.” The woman soilder said pointing to the girl being lifted in the truck.

“She was awake when we found you laying next to you but held close you had her tide to you good idea but could have been fatal for both of ya.” She spoke moving your wet curl out of your face.

“What time is it,”

She looked at you as she lifted the stretcher you were on up “it’s almost midnight-”

“Is it still the 28th?” You asked hissing at the movements.

“No lass it’s the 29th.” The familiar Scottish voice sounded.

“Oh god, we’ve been out here for more than 12 hours.” You spoke your head turning twords soap who looked happy to see you.

“Ghost had us out here as soon as your radio disconnected.” He spoke softly.

You felt tears run down your face as soon as you sw Simon his face close to your as the hauled you off to the medic.

“You scared me so much love, oh my dear.” He spoke his eyes wandering you your uniform wet and torn up blood soaked through the fabric your gorgeous dark complexion beat up with cuts.

“I found her Si.. tell her mom I found her..” you spoke, you watched as he nodded telling you that they had reunited successfully. He didn’t leave out how sacred he was that he lost you and that the conditions you were oc could’ve been fatal and much worse.

“They thought you were dead when they found you..” Simon spoke his hand still on your cheek rubbing it softly.

“I didn’t die, I promised yeah?” You responded, the pain starting to ease in to you.

“How bad is it Love, my back.”

His lips pursed together “it’s bad but we can’t lay you on your stomach either the did a quick stitch when the found you,” Simon answered. “The whole left side of you back was split open that’s how Johnny explained it to me.”

Made since you’re in so much pain. It wasn’t long till you started coughing Simon quickly putting you on your side once he heard chokeing. Blood a lot of it all that water you had swallowed was pretty much poisoning your insides tearing you apart.

Then it became throw up, Simons voice yelling for a doctor as you threw up blood. Harsh sobs came from you as it started to stop it hurt feel like acid. “I wanna go home, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my Christmas..” you cried.

You could care less if you sounded selfish, but you wanted to hold your girls watch their faces as they opened their presents. “We need to go home Simon..”

“I know love I know, just 12 more hours here and price has us out of here we have done our part for now proper rescue is going to come in. Just hold on a bit longer for me please.” He spoke his forehead touching yours and you cried.

He wish he’d gone with you but the out come may have been worse then it already was you both planned on returning home no matter what. You where sent her for a simple rescue and count but Simons wife was now on the table of a hospital with almost infected stitches and just finished throwing up blood. He needed to get to home now.

Even when you did go home you were rushed to a hospital getting proper care and you were out into a surgery, a lot of fucking stitches. You were in for months of recovery, but it could have been more fatal you could have been paralyzed if you were impaled on 4 more inches.

“We’re home love. You’re safe.” He said laying next to you.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

This is random and probably horribly written but I couldn’t stop thinking about it after watching the movie The Impossible. But if you do end up reading I hope you like this mess!!



[pwblogarchive]

February 2008

February 3, 2008

“Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world.”

its oddly haunting the way that sometimes entries from a year ago can reflect perfectly how i feel today.

its like an echo sent out over the weeks and months and pages of the calendar.

not always but sometimes.

a few weeks ago i considered mentioning the fact that while i once wrote "every new years is worse than the last" i didnt feel that way anymore

oh eight had broken the january curse

now im glad i didnt

cuz i realized it might not have

it may have just pushed it back a month

or extended it, depending on how this all looks on play-back

i find it a bit odd to be waiting for retrospect

Posted by xoat 10:41 PM

February 12, 2008

“honestly, afraid. i cant ever sleep either.”

Put the the planets in swing

Make jupiter sing

The afternoon light

Ignites

The back of my head

Spend years trying to cloud our head and not feel a thing

Just to turn around and erase the clouds so we can remember everything

Throw handcuffs on that boy

When the check comes he never pays

His cheekbones carve my moods

He shakes like a leaf

He's clicking like an old answering machine

He howls at the moon

He's breathes wet thru insect eyes

Canyon lights at night chase away the boring days

And I don't worry about death because I've seen the date I'm gonna die and its so far away.

Posted by xoat 1:55 AM

February 16, 2008

“part two (i forget so much of what i write its beginning to scare me).”

hes a lonely planet

dont stir and wake

everythings ok

give or take

the cats got the canary spinning in its ribcage

did i mention i came dressed for the intervention

(and if you were dying soon would you try to find snow in the deep summer

the june bugs dancing in wonder

and i still wonder now

if my words will stil turn you inside out)

hes a honeyjar

with that pretty face, lets never lose the lid

and keep those rosey lips in

(he breathes wet through insect eyes)

in multiples of four, no less than sixteen

sandmans been showing his beam

when he walks into a room the walls lean in to listen

keep a calendar this way youll know the last time you came through

oh.

"i know what youre going through"

well i dont- its more of a "paper or plastic" grocery store choice to me

but ill sympathize with anything to get through to you

do you know what its like to watch reruns of yourself night after night

to offer nothing and expect everything in return

to cock your head just right to appear arrogantly humble

if we hurry well make the morning edition

cos everybody likes to read the bad news

theyve tapped the phone be very careful what you say

speak in code about singing birds and sleepy eyed women

his heads a junkyard for rusted midnight thoughts

hes criminally carefree

when the pills swallow the worry

hes digging like forty nine

hes making you press rewind

hes a thunderstorm so bright you shut your eyes

he is a hurricane

Posted by xoat 3:15 AM

February 18, 2008

“mc hammer and miss piggy bank”

i get bright ideas in dark rooms

red rooster combs on our head

we are galaxies

a catipillar that got stuck

mr moth come quick with any luck

long walk in a dark house

a roman candle heart

keep us far apart

tour is just thinking you have been in every hotel, club or truck stop before.

it is deja vu personified.

all full of love so much that my teeth are floating.

February 19, 2008

“the oxidation of Joan of Arc.”

the mind drinks less and less.

impatience.

highways full of crowds going somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, nowhere.

The gasoline refugee.

Towns turn into motels,

people in nomadic surges from place to place,

following the moon tides,

living tonight in the room where you slept this noon and I the night before.

Posted by xoat 12:31 AM

[ibjb]

#TrueStory

They slide down to the bottom of totem poles,

stripped of dignity, dig that!

that's deep they all ain't like Diamond,

a college education motive behind it,

its the lack of education mind you,

it was rough growing up, I'm reminded

of a conversation I had with a sister

that called herself Sinsation,

so she say that's what her stage name is,

and she only got in the game

after continuous foul play,

from step dad when mom was gone or asleep,

i didnt pick this lifestyle,

this perverted lifestyle picked me,

so when they judge,

judge the people that's behind my upbringing,

I ain't pointing no fingers at'em,

the devil get permission from God even and that's bible,

if the glory comes from testimony,

than there are thousands n thousands

won't touch the surface of tongues,

cause talking about it hurt too much

so their actions speak about it in a louder volume,

I just sit back and listen in 3rd eye,

than report it in poetry for those that can't tell about it,

I been around the block a few times

and around some bottom feeder folk,

I'm based on a true story...

--Finale

he be hustling

in all kinds of inclement weather

Sleep deprived dehydrated

a hungry eyed tiger

His steal ribs are a cage

to his frost bitten liver

he be propped up out there delivering packages

but not a truck in sight to deliver

Movin units quicker than FedEx

see he’s an entrepreneur

an industrialist

dedicated to the wrongs

he flips right tryna do his best

he's a street connoisseur,

he’d love to stop chasing his tail

but the addicts need more

he said

i aint choose this life

this life chose me dawg

i aint living right

but i got too much fight

not to live at all

blame it on the system

for having me marred

he opened his vest

to show rips tripplin 2pac scars

my parents HA!!,

i aint seen em in a hot minnit

pops moved in with some other kinda ratchet bitch

and moms workin two jobs

she can barely pay for the crib

Bruhhh it's all CAP

my lil sister and brother

can’t even look up ta tha kid

so what um supposed to do?

sit here and rock 3 jeans all year

whats a ninja to do huh???

the streets

calllin me like its got charisma

cant see my future

cuz i gotta a stigma

and this right here

is a hustlers dilemma ma

i wouldn’t do this right here

if i had other routes

but for a minority youth

with a record

aint no true student loan options

if i got a commission

from the coroner

i’d be brick city boxin em

i’d rather be the owner

of this bodega

as opposed to propped up

on this corner

tell em don’t judge me

til they live my life ma

Now put that in a poem

I got short arms and big hands

and a fadin life line goin fast

…. So nah

I neva judge em

I just sit back

and listen with my third eye

A poetic journalist

I camouflage

with the shadows of the scary

Brick City Driftin

with chalked sidewalks

mixed with bloody Mary’s

~~ IBJB 💋

[mosviqu]

idk how they are not embarrassed or how did they think that that's a normal thing to do🥸 WE CAN BURN SM TOGETHER THATS FOR SURE!!!

ahhh i agree i hope they realize soon that noise music is not really the way for every band😟 OOO IM GLAD U ENJOYED THEM!!!! yessss 3 I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THEM!!!! but im struggling so hard with recognizing them😭

WELL IF I WASNT LIED TO THEN YES SHE DID THAT!!!! UR REACTION😭THATS KIND OF FUNNY MY NGL

istg i started to associate u with him cuz of ur profile pic that u had it was such a nice pic!!! WELL I GUESS THAT BETTER THAN NOTHING (i feel like this sounds rude but i do not mean it in a rude way so i hope it doesn't come off that way) BUT I CANT BELIEVE EVERYBODY OTHER THAN TREASURE BASICALLY WAS DOING THAT CHALLENGE JUST SMH

aaaa i wish i could have other accents💔💔💔 i just have one general one and it just doesn't change so💔💔💔 lmao thats relatable but for me it never stays in my mind when i try to do a british accent i'm saying it loudly wrongly and proudly 😌🤞 (liebestraum anon💓)

LIKE they woke up and were like hm. lets send a truck to hybe. TO BOYCOTT ALL THE HARD WORK OUR FAVS DID WHEN LEARNING THE DANCE. sigh. anyways!

okay update since the boys debuted- i only vibed with the title track (?) so its a 😔 for me. but i adOOORED that song its such a feel good song and their concept is so cute i love it but i dont see myself listening to the other two songs....😔😔😔 mourning the 03 liners very deeply rn 💔 BUT BUT BUT you know what i remembered the other day ??? LIKE I LEGIT WANTED TO MESSAHE U ABT THIS but basically i got reminded of p1harmony's existence again, right, (bc i forget abt groups when i am not hyperfixated on them lol) AND I REMEMBERED INTAK IS A 03 LINER so. our crew so far consists of doyoung, seunghan, intak aNd us two. (Also im pretty sure minjae from mcnd is a 03 liner too bc i had a mental breakdown over that too when i was getting into them like 2 years ago 👀)

I HAD NO IDEA THAT HAPPENED LMAOOO THANKU FOR TELLING ME I FEEL LIKE THIS IS AN IMPORTANT INFO 😭😭😭😭 has the same energy as keeho having a stan account before being an idol LMAOO.

i was NOT a wilbur fan when hearing that song let me tell u it was on the speakers every other day i was so annoyed

im gonna cry thAT pic was so adorable wasnt it 🥺🥺🥺 like he may be 4 years older than me but i go all protective over dino like anyone dare to hurt him and i will SWING like i know how to fight. try me. TRY ME. also u never sound rude omg stop worrying abt that 😭💕 and LITERALLY i also dont get it like they arw the biggest svt fanboys and THEY DIDNT DO THE CHALLENGE ?? 😭

no bc my accent changes depending on the amount of english i speak out loud too like the less often i speak it the more slovak i sound 🤡 i dont have eng classes anymore so the only opportunity i have to speak eng is when im sending voice memos to my peruvian bestie and like the other day i listened back to it and i cringed so hard bc my english really got rUSTY 😭😭😭 i should like record vlogs so i dont lose my accent or something idk. also SPEAK THAT BRITISH ACCENT LOUD AND PROUD. show them what the uk youtube scene did to us.