#im sad im physically on the fucking floor

[connorsui]

yall ever just wanna strangle tumblr as if they were a fucking physical being? ...cuz i wanna tie em to a pole and just ram my car straight into em like they were noooothhinnnggggggg ---like this piece of shit deletes my fucking drafts that i had set in ready for later AND NOW I CANT FIND EM ANNYWHEEREEEE!!?!?

LIKE WHAT U MEAN THEY ARE GONE???!! I SPEND 2 HOURS ON EM WRITING SUM GOOD ASS COMMENTARY AND U POOF EM?!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Suspirium - Thom York

[bunnybisexual]

i wish i was able bodied so i could take a dance class that would be so fun i think

[oozeandgoo-art]

[phagodyke]

trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[angelyuji]

homelander realizing that you could make a great mom to ryan and kidnaps you, but realizes you were partly why ryan is not like him??? yeeah im thinking thoughts.

tw // physical abuse, mental/emotional abuse, implied noncon, homelander being homelander

honestly the ending got pretty sad idk why i think its cuz i feel so bad for ryan becuz he deserves so much better than shitty homelander and i wish his mom didnt die poor baby angel :( anyway....

"what have bullshit are you teaching him." john's face, twisted with wrath, was only a few inches away from you. you try to inch back, but he grabs your face. gripping your jaw with one hand, he forces you to look back at him. "answer the fucking question, (y/n). what poison- what LIES are you teaching my son?" your face hurts and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

"dad, she's not doing-" ryan tries to interject, to stop his father, but john raises a hand at him.

"don't. don't protect her. talk now, (y/n), before i really get angry." his eyes flash red and you feel your heart stop.

you sniffle, "john, i swear i'm not teaching him anything. i don’t know-” before you could finish, john backhands you, sending you to the floor. your vision goes white from the pain and you can’t help the screaming sobs coming out of you. when you look up, you see ryan in tears. you can’t even muster a smile to make him feel better.

“ryan, go to your room.”

“but-”

“NOW.” you hear ryan’s defeated steps go up the stairs. your scalp stings as john grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you up. ���my son is the most powerful creation on the planet alongside me. i will not let you turn him into a pathetic, worthless worm like you. understand, (y/n)?”

his face is close to yours. you can feel his fury and you nod, afraid to speak.

"say it. say you understand."

you choke, "i understand... i'm sorry, john." his grip loosens and you collapse to the floor, shaking wth sobs. you hear him huff quietly to himself.

"so fragile and weak, why would you think ryan should be like you and not me, his father?" you look up at him and he stares down at you. you try to speak, but he holds a hand up. "i don't want to hear it." you look down. the room fills with silence, interrupted occasionally with ryan's footsteps from upstairs. "fucking pathetic." you hear him mumble. "go upstairs and collect yourself. i don't want to hear your sniffles when i fuck you tonight." he rolls his eyes and waves you away.

you stumble up the stairs and finally make it to the bedroom, collapsing into the bathroom. you sit in the bathtub, knees against your chest, sobbing.

"y/n?" a small voice comes from in front of the door. you quickly wipe your tears.

you clear your throat, "come in, sweetheart!" you watch as the door is opened, hesitantly. ryan comes in, slowly, and closes the door behind him. he looks at you, eyes filled with guilt. he sits down next to the bathroom. "you're growing up so fast..." you try to smile and brush your hand through his hair.

ryan puts his head down on the edge of the bathtub, "i'm so sorry, (y/n)..." your heart hurts and you cup his face in your hands.

"none of this is your fault, ryan. you did nothing wrong." you watch tears fall faster down his face. you pull him into a hug. the edge of the bathtub was digging into your skin, but you felt ryan relax and you knew you could be in pain for a little while longer.

[luvyeni]

hihi can i req nct dream + innocent physical touch like playing with their fingers while they're watching something or like long hugs where they dont speak anything just comfortable silence and love AH IM GONG CRAZY FLUFF HOURS ALWAYS GETS ME

—｛🎂｝INNOCENT TOUCHES; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 566

warnings. lots of kisses , tooth rotten fluff

synopsis. cute and innocent physical touches with the dreamies

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ kisses while he's playing the guitar !

you stood in the door way , watching your boyfriend play the guitar. "baby." he whined. "why are you standing there just watching?" you smiled , walking over to him , sitting on the bed. "i'm sorry , you just look so cute , playing the guitar." his ears where red , making you laugh. "i was just playing a song random song." you placed your hand on his knee , rubbing it softly. "it's beautiful." you planted a soft kiss on his lips. "another one." he whispered , you smiled kissing his soft lips again.

"i love you so much."

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ wrapping your arms around his waist while he paints !

"hi baby." he felt your arms wrap around his waist. "you need anything?" you shook your head. "i just wanted to feel you." he hummed. "do you want to paint with me?" you declined politely , he nodded continuing on with what he was doing. after a while he put the paint brush away , turning around facing you now. "do you like it?" you nodded. "it's beautiful." you kissed his nose and he giggled , ears red.

"so are you."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ playing with his hair while he plays mobile video games !

you scrolled through tiktok while jeno played games on his phone with his head in your lap. growing bored , you turned your phone off , running your fingers through his hair , he sighed softly signaling that he liked it. , you smiled doing it again , getting the same reaction. he paused the game, lifting his head up smiling at you. you giggled , bending down kissing his waiting lips.

"i love you so much"

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ sitting in his lap while he plays video games !

you threw your bag on the floor of your room, sighing. "hey baby." haechan sat in his gaming chair. "what's wrong?" he noticed your sad face. "tired, i got a bad mark on this test." you took off all your clothes , putting his sweatshirt on. "i just want to hug you." you climbed into his lap , resting your head in his neck. "you want me to turn the game off?" you kisses his jaw , shaking your head. "no, its fine ." he kissed the crown of your head , getting back to his game , you slowly drifted off to sleep. "shut the fuck up , and play the game right!" haechan shushed jeno , kissing your sleeping head.

"be quiet, my baby had a bad day and she's sleeping right now."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ holding hands while watching a film !

jaemin watched you, with your head in his lap, laughing at the movie, in front of you with the biggest smile on his face. he grabbed your hand playing with your fingers separated them, playing with your freshly painted nails. you looked up at him with a smile, lacing your fingers together , turning back to watch the movie. he placed little kisses on your knuckles , then leaning to kiss your forehead.

"love you"

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ cuddling in the morning !

your eyes fluttered open as you felt chenle leaving little kisses against your neck, you tried to be quiet but you just couldn't help but giggle. "i knew you were up." he whispered kissing you again, and you turned around facing him , he pulled you close to him , if that was even possible , your head on his chest. you both quietly traced circles on each others arm , he bent down to kiss your cheek.

"i want to stay like this all day."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ long hugs after a bad day !

you were cleaning up the kitchen when the door opened. you turned around , frowning as your boyfriend walked in , head low as he took his shoes off. you could tell he had a bad day as he looked to you with sad sleepy eyes. you put the last dish away , walking over to him , letting his tall frame crash into yours. you listen to his heartbeat as you both stood their in silence. he tried to speak , but you stopped him, whispering.

"you dont have to say anything , i got you."

©️LUVYENI

[johnslittlespoon]

hi sorry i can't stop thinking about your leaving!bikeriders au aaaaaa

big tough intimidating gale and his sweet little puppy boyfriend is just *chefs kiss*

but also just the potential for the future of these two is driving me crazy

john's always been a little smaller than gale, or just the fact that he's so pretty thin and lanky makes him seem smaller in comparison

but the years go by and suddenly he's got a couple inches on gale and he's beefy as all hell

gales loves it

gale gushing to his biker buddies about his baby bucky and then this brick wall of a man walks up and theyre all like holy shit

and bucky never loses his puppy tendancies, he just kinda becomes like a big dog that doesn't know his size, draping himself all over gale and almost crushing him in the process

and also gale with a little white in his beard im going insane

au post | STOP IT THIS MADE ME SO <33 i loooove this (also it won't let me add a 'read more' without messing up the images so forgive this wall of text lol)

just the thought of them growing so close and their lives intertwining over the years, sorting through their issues, getting over every hurdle and going through so much together. gale in a suit bringing flowers to john's college graduation, john getting a part time job despite gale's protests because he wants to help out but also so they can take a celebratory vacation together when he finishes his exams :((

they meet when john looks like this sweet little thing in his second year of college, early 20s, shy and still growing into gangly limbs:

and then suddenly a couple years have passed and he's graduating and he looks like this twunky frat boy (gale realizes somewhere in the first few months of living together that john's vision is absolute dogshit and john's just been writing it off as a lack of focus lmfao so he forces him to an eye doctor):

and part of gale feels a little bit sad when john doesn't have to tilt his chin up to kiss him properly anymore because yk it's like watching a puppy grow up lol but mostly he's just. insane. about his boy. he's in love with his brain, and getting to see him grow confidence and become at peace with himself over the years only makes him more infatuated (and he'll be damned if he doesn't go a little crazy at the feeling of muscular thighs beneath his hands when he's got john pinned down) <3

gale's friends going a good chunk of time without seeing john during his last year of college because john's so busy juggling part time and cramming for his final exams, and when he finally does show up at the pub or biker club or whatever just before summer, there's jokes about "what the hell have you been feeding him, buck?" because that is not the lanky awkward pretty boy that had been hanging off of gale's arm the summer before. although john's absolutely still the same personality–wise, still crawling into gale's lap whenever he can, making gale carry him to bed, loving to sit on the floor by the couch between gale's legs so gale has to lean down to kiss him. :')

maybe john gets an internship after graduating and ends up working part time at the mechanic shop instead of his old part time since gale can give him whatever hours he needs to balance the internship and income (i'm pretty sure that's what i'll have gale's job be, running a car and bike shop, because yk it just checks out). john does a lot of heavy lifting and physical activity working there and bulks tf up and it makes him feel so much more confident in himself and gale would lose his mind at the way john's work shirts stretch across his broad shoulders hsdgdskhj !?!

and oh my god yes salt and pepper beard gale. john would go fucking feral over him, catching himself staring all the time, as if he doesn't already do that enough. they both become more and more attracted to each other as time goes on, like they keep waiting for the 'honeymoon' phase to end but it just doesn't, even through whatever conflicts and fights they go through, even once they fall into routine and domesticity– they're just as crazy about each other sigh.

thx. these two are gonna live rent free in my head forever. i love them so much and i haven't even written them yet fml. ALSO THANK U FOR UR OTHER ASK WITH ALL THE BIKER INFO!!! i will absolutely msg u if i have questions ur a life saverrrr omg. i screenshot and saved that ask to my drafting doc bc god knows i'm gonna need it SJKDJG ur awesome <33

[ask-olive-huchers]

Aw, you're now in jail huh? What a shame... You're alone in the cell, doing... Er, nothing. What else are you supposed to do? Pet Fern? Dude, no, you're in jail. L. Ohhh whatever...

A bright pink line was shown on the wall, like a neon light. It was like a chalk door was getting written on. Then, the door opened into an... Actual door? Blue and purple smoke had come out from that door. Aaaand... Jesus christ It's Jay. He walked out with a pair of 3-d glasses on his head. He took them off and put them in the pocket of his tuxedo. ...Somehow more raggedy than before. Jeez, he's getting worse isn't he?

╰┈➤ ❜ Wow, what a performance! I gotta hand it to you all of that was top tier! ❛ 

He let out a loud cackle, slamming the door shut and sitting down on an invisible chair.

╰┈➤ ❜ Alright, alright, I'll get to the point. You wanna get outta here? ❛ 

~ @trimalchiooframshackle

Bro was just-..sad. Lying on idk, the floor. I mean, they deserved this to be fair.

It was so lonely here. And just-..gross.

Their attention is slowly drawing to the pink light that beamed from the wall, physically sitting up and just- starring at it. What in the-?

They made the most appalled face ever, realizing it was-..wait what. WHAT. bro was a GHOST?! wow. He looked even uglier then before.

“OHOOOKAY, IVE OFFICIALLY LOST MY MIND! NOW IM SEEING FRICKING GHOSTS..GREAT.”

They looked like they were about to just- idk, go more insane then they already were. They tugged on their hair, as their eye twitched ever so slightly.

“now my own fucking MIND is playing tricks on me..”

Yikes. I guess they weren’t looking too hot either, huh..

[cybertron-after-dark]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, here's how I think the tfa Decepticons would handle a Human Error incident (suddenly turned human with zero logical explanation)

-Megatron ain't doing great. God dammit he's fucking TINY. Just when he's gotten his body back after god knows how long of being a severed head on the floor, he's vulnerable AGAIN. He's still up and functional, doing whatever needs to be done and not letting his present weakness interfere with his goals, but he's in full on paranoia mode. He trusts nobody and he's not going outside if he doesn't have to. Too many things that could go terribly wrong while he's a pathetic creature of flesh with no fucking armor plating and no rotors to fly with. Doesn't give a fuck about trying anything he could only do as a human, he's too busy trying not to die. He'll only eat the nightmare that is organic food if he's in a human body long enough to nearly starve. He'll never admit that it actually tastes better than energon. His pride would never allow it.

-Starscream is miserable and will LOUDLY bitch to everyone present whether they care or not. Unlike Megs, however, it's less in a "I have no armor plating, anything could crush me" way and more in a "EW EW EW WHY IM I SQUISHY GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF OH PRIMUS IM HIDEOUS" way. He's grabbing the nearest paper bag and putting it over his head. He's not risking ANYONE taking pictures of this little incident to blackmail him. He's especially angry that he can't fly. What do you mean he has to walk everywhere like some kind of monoformer??? What the fuck??? He'd normally try to off Megatron while he's vulnerable, but slag that, he's vulnerable too, and he doesn't even have his null rays to slag him with anyway. Convinced human food is going to be disgusting, pleasantly surprised when it's not. Gets a little obsessed with garlic bread, but we've all been there.

-Blitzwing has lost not one altmode, but two, and given how reflexive his transformation is, he's going a bit stir crazy. Doesn't help that he's lost his wings either. To try and cope, he's got the zoomies something awful, and tries running around the mountain base, jumping off whatever high surfaces he thinks won't kill him for a taste of altitude again, laughing his ass off as Random when he hits the bottom (very uncomfortable for him that he only has one face, too). However, in spite of his physical discomfort, and how generally overwhelming the situation is, he is at least a little excited that he can partake in human culture without consequences. He gets swept up in an arcade for a couple hours and has the time of his life, and tries as much earth food as he can. He's generally the only reason his teammates haven't starved yet because he's the only one willing to go out and get it. He has decided he really likes pizza, beer and chocolate. Genuinely a little sad he won't be able to eat it in his normal form.

-Lugnut is a bit disappointed that he's been given such an unworthy form incapable of serving his liege. How can he aid the GLORY of Megatron and the Decepticon cause when he is so small, so weak, so... Organic? But, he picks himself up and vows to do everything in his power to remain useful. And that starts with testing his limits to see how much use he can be. When he sees Blitzwing jumping off cliffs, he's certain his comrade's had the same idea and joins in, determined to find the threshold for his new body's pain tolerance. It is not as high as he would like. He can't really see as well now that he has one eye instead of his usual five, so he kinda keeps falling off high places anyway even after he's done doing it intentionally. Eventually tries organic food because he needs to fuel up to be of any use, but still loudly condemns it as inferior to energon. He kinda gets a kick out of knowing it's made from organic beings, though. He feels like he's turning some of the life on this useless planet towards a good cause by using its energy.

-Shockwave was already having a really weird day, falling through the space bridge and ending up on earth of all places. But as nice as it was to eschew his cover for a bit and catch up with his true comrades, it was kind of undercut by being suddenly even tinier than his usual disguise and significantly less durable. Not too fond of losing his extendable reach, either. Though he may not be too thrilled, he's still determined to make himself useful. More useful than the two idiots launching themselves off a cliff, anyway. He does a bit of research into basic self care and how to not die in general, as well as trying to figure out what did this to them and how to reverse it. Not opposed to trying earth food, he admits he's curious, if a bit intimidated by how varied it is. Learns he's got a bit of a sweet tooth, ends up mildly addicted to baked goods. Especially cheesecake. Once this whole humanity business is over, he starts a small side project on an internal filter that makes some organic matter edible just so he can keep eating it.

-Nobody takes their newfound humanity worse than Blackarachnia. She already hated being partially organic, but now the detestable, disgusting side of her makes up 100% of her frame. It feels like the final nail in the coffin. She's completely shut down, she just can't take what she's become, unsure whether this nightmare will ever end. She's not holding out on Shockwave being able to fix the issue. It never got magically resolved the first time it happened, why would it now? Her only cold comfort is the other cons have to suffer with her. She's not eating human food. If she starves, she starves, but she's not stooping to that level. She didn't before, and she sure as hell won't now.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Eyeless Jack cuddling + sleep hcs !

short little break in between TADC stuff since i kinda miss writing for creepypasta, and i miss EJ... lil guy.. also side note, carrots irritate my throat real bad and i kind of. got forced to eat something with carrot so im in hell rn im so so mad, i can even like. go make tea w/ honey in it like people keep telling me to do because honey ALSO fucks me up.. hot cocoa my beloved i am PRAYING that you save me from this torment, even for just a moment *crumples onto the floor into a pathetic dried up heap)

okay so obviously, like the other eyeless jack (well all the other creepypasta stuff) i write this is leaning very heavy on my take on him as well as how i personally draw and perceive him in my head

for one hes short but hes thick, so cuddling him is like cuddling a large teddy bear!

i actually had to look through my old posts to remember if i hc him to be hot or cold; and hes cold! freezing cold, actually.. good for the summers but not so much now that its the colder months... unfortunately, thats just an aspect of the thing that made him... well, eyeless jack... he doesnt really, warm up.. i think the coldness actually gets worse overtime since in my au hes becoming less and less human, so overtime cuddling actually gets more uncomfortable :(

moving on from some more... sad ideas, i think hes soft. like hes built, he has muscle, but i think a fair amount of that is just plush chub (i am an advocator for beefcake ej!!!)

it takes a while for him to get into the swing of wanting to actually... be physically close to you and have you be vulnerable with him since internally he does have fears that the bits of him that make him crave human meat may rear its head in...

but he does eventually warm up to you after some time..! it just takes a lot of reassurance and trust building, as well as developing a system should there ever be a... situation..

i dont think he sleeps, either, demon stuff you know? like i think at first he could sleep if he wanted but overtime loses the ability to sleep altogether... but hey look at this way, he wants to watch over you for the night until sunrise. he wants to make sure youre safe during your more vulnerable moments

and i think thats really sweet, actually

i need to write more ej stuff... i miss this guy so much, i miss my hcs... i think i might write angst for him soon.. i feel evil

[cherry-romper]

E. Jaeger. - Staying Behind

Warnings: None

Contains: GN!reader, Fluff

"Hey, we're heading to the market, do you wanna come with?" Sasha's voice echoed into the near empty room. You and Eren had been tasked with cleaning before you took your day off. You looked over at Eren to see what he wanted to do. 

"No, thank you, Sasha. I was planning on doing some extra training," Eren shook his head as he continued to sweep. You had to admit you were slightly disappointed at his answer. Going to the market with everyone would be fun, and you didn't know when you'd get a chance like this again.

"Are you sure? I think it will be fun," you tried to convince him to go, but he just shook his head again.

"No. Im okay," he replied bluntly, almost annoyed.

You looked over at Sasha with a sad face, which she returned. "Well, the offers still open if you want to come, Y/N," she spoke.

Of course you wanted to go, watching the gang mess around would be hilarious, but a thought popped into you mind that made you hesitate. You'd get alone time with Eren. "Actually, I think I'll stay with Eren," you replied.

Sasha looked slightly taken aback by your words, "Aw, com' on," her accent started to peak through, "think of all the meat just waitin' to be bought." You could see her salivating at the thought. Eren looked at you with a questioning look.

"I'm sorry. You know big crowds aren't really my scene. Plus, I have things I'd like to do around the barracks," you explained to the both of them. Sasha just sighed in return and waved goodbye. As she left she was mumbling something along the lines of "more meat for me then."

Eren was still looking at you. He didn't even say goodbye to Sasha he was so confused by why you'd stay. "Jeager? You alright?" you asked as you approached him.

"Why?" was all he said.

"hm?" you began to sweep again and didn't even bother looking up at him. "Why, what?"

"Why stay?" You couldn't tell him the real reason you chose to stay because you thought you'd come off as creepy. You racked your brain for some kind of excuse.

"Well...I thought you'd get lonely." For fuck sake, that's even worse. You physically cringed at what you'd said. You even heard Eren shift a bit. You daren't look up at him, you were sure he was currently giving you a disgusted look of disapproval. Gripping the broom tighter, you waited for Eren to say something.

"Thanks."

I beg your pardon. Your head shot up at his voice. Now, it was your turn to give him a questioning look. "I'm glad you chose to stay," he smiled at you. Am I hearing this right? 

"I was worried that I'd be on my own, I'm not going to lie. If I was, Captain Levi said he'd make me clean all day, so you saved me. Thank you."

You just stood there, slack-jawed staring at him. Those were the last words you though Eren Jaeger would have said in that moment. To think he actually said 'thank you.'

"Hello? Are you okay?" Eren waved his hand in your face to snap you back.

You let out a string of flustered sounds and started to sweep the floor, "uh, yeah, totally!" 

He cocked a brow at your reaction, but went with it either way. "Come on. The faster we finish cleaning, the faster we get to hang out," he stated as he began sweeping the floor again. You couldn't help but blush at his words. Today was going to be a good day.

[dani-ya-dig]

Ok now that I’m fully awake. It’s time try and organize my thoughts on that audio oh my god.

Also trigger warning for mentions of suicide under the cut

That’s actually the first thing I wanna talk about, and is the only gripe I have with the entire video. Why the fuck wasn’t mentions of suicide tagged in the description??

Like I understand the concept wasn’t dwelled on and Sam didn’t outright say “I’m gonna fucking kill myself” but he PRETTY EXPLICITLY talked about how he planned to commit suicide even if he didn’t say those words. idk “chosen morality” doesn’t seem like the right warning for that? I’m not gonna complain abt it like too much, I just was a little confused on why it wasn’t tagged.

But anyways onto my jumbled up thoughts about the actual audio! Because as a member of the Sam Collins fandom, I have thoughttsssssss!!

THIS AUDIO MADE ME SOB! I couldn’t sleep because of how sad I was over it. Sam and Darlin need to be happy just for fucking ONCE, god give them a BREAKKKKKK.

The idea of them just silently holding each other on their roof with the night sky above them, a few tears probably falling from both of them. IM DUHXSJDIJFDJFHFHJ

AND MOTHERFUCKER THE VIDEO ENDING ON “Brown. My eyes were brown” I FELL TO THE FLOOR SHUT THE FUCK UP!

On a happier note about that, I KNEW Sam’s eyes were brown. I feel like almost everyone did tbh. I’ll tell you what gave it away though, the gentle way he says “please” to Darlin in some of his audios. Automatically gave it away that he would have had the biggest brown puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in your life. I’m physically sick over it, it’s not even funny.

Now back to the thing I desperately don’t wanna think about. Sam telling Darlin that he wasn’t planning on living forever.

That’s where the dam broke for me, I started bawling. It totally makes sense, I get it and I can’t say that it’s not a choice that makes sense given that Sam never wanted to be a vampire in the first place.

Do y’all think that he was planning to watch the sunrise on his roof? Because that was my first thought and it hurt real bad. Sam finally getting to feel the sunlight after so many years of having been deprived of it, only to be ash when the sun was fully in the sky.

Also I know damn well he probably would have done it after Darlin died and that’s what hurts so bad. If Darlin chose to be a vampire I think he would happily spend however long their eternity would be by their side, but once they were gone he probably wouldn’t feel a reason to stay. Especially because if Darlin turned into a vampire the two of them probably would have completely pulled away from all mortals before that would happen.

On that note, I don’t think Darlin is gonna want to be turned. I never really thought they would, unless they were under very specific circumstances. Sam telling them to spend time in their wolf form and with their pack before deciding solidified that for me 100%. I don’t think they would be able to lose their wolf which we know is a pretty big part of shifters, talking from Milo’s audio where he breaks down worried he was never going to be able to shift again. I don’t think they would be okay with the idea of watching their friends, and their family all start to wither away and eventually die while they remain.

Now, do I think Darlin is going to want to be turned? No. Do I think the dynamic of Darlin choosing to remain mortal opens a lot of really good angst possibilities? Yes. Do I fully trust Erik to not turn them anyways? Not really no.

If I had to put a bet in for how it would happen if Darlin got turned, it would be by Quinn. Quinn would find out or catch wind of the fact that they chose not to be turned (if he didn’t already know they would chose that) and turn them anyways just to hurt them.

(I think Alexis turning them is an interesting idea to think about, from any angle but I highly doubt that’s gonna happen lmao)

All in all I genuinely think that was the only audio that has affected me that much (aside from maybe listening to the inversion for the first time??)

[not-alien-girl-v]

bro im sad and need 75 fluff

Beside You (George Daniel)

i need u to know how badly i wanted to reply to this with ‘damn that sucks. goodluck tho’

warning: is this too fucked up. you can be honest with me. tw language also i make up my own sayings sometimes so if ur ever reading my work and thinking ‘who the fuck says that’ no one does except for me

note: this is fucked up because i feel like i relate to reader too much. anyways. read at ur own risk

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⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ: *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Wallet, phone, gum, breath mints, polaroids, but no keys in her purse. She’s supposed to have them, anyway. George loves to get on her about it every time she forgets them, which is about 50 percent of the time.

And here she is, keyless, outside his house.

It’s like a cruel game, this entire situation. She can hear the laughter inside, voices of her closest friends pooled together in liquid form, swirling around in the room before her like an aquarium of dirty jokes and screaming laughter.

They’re all just on the other side of the door. Just a room away. Yet she’s still on the outside, looking in through some metaphorical window. The curtains are closed, the glass shut to keep the smell of weed and cigarettes inside.

She misses them, more than she can say, more than she thought she would.

‘The door is always open,” she can hear his words ringing through her head. ‘To you,’ an afterthought. She never knows what to make of it when he says things like that.

Again, though, metaphorically, the door is open. Physically? It’s locked tighter than her asshole.

So if not keys, what does she have? Dignity? It’s close to being out the window if she has to knock repeatedly until someone hears her and opens the door, even more so if she has to call him to open it, or any of them, really, she doesn’t want to seem desperate, at least not as desperate as she truly is.

God, she feels like a schoolgirl just at the thought of this whole ordeal. She’s in love with George Daniel. It’s not a hard thing to do, he’s basically the man of any girl’s dreams, but she was just fortunate enough (or perhaps, unfortunate enough) to become friends with him.

Him, and his stupid friends, his stupid house, his stupid locks.

She’s deciding what to do when, magically, the door swings open on its own. But it isn’t magic. It’s just George.

He grins, not like he’s happy to see her, but like he’s happy to be right, prove a point about something. He doesn’t greet her, he takes a step back, letting her cross the threshold on her own terms, and proudly exclaims to his dumbass friends scattered around the living room.

“I was right! I told you she’d be waiting outside like a creep!” Again, making no moves to interact with her at all. No ‘we’ve been apart for 4 months hug.’ No ‘I miss you’, no ‘I’m sorry I don’t answer when you call’, but somehow she loves how he doesn’t care.

He’s nonchalant, the ‘chill’ one of the group, always too high to care too much about anything, but it’s not a fault, not to her. Rose tinted glasses, or something.

Ross is on the single lounge chair, slumped down, joint pinched between the his pointer and thumb of his right hand, Adam sprawled out on the loveseat, stretching his legs out onto George’s previous seat, taking up the entire space of the couch since George got up and abandoned his cushy spot.

Matty’s on the floor. Matty was on the floor, but he twists onto his feet, approaching her in the door way.

“Y/N! It’s good to see your face,” he works his arms over both her shoulders, less of a mutual hug, more him holding her hostage in a death trap for a moment, firm pats and swipes on her clothed back. “I missed you,” that last part is muffled into her hair.

She watches George over Matty’s shoulder, rolling his eyes at Hann, pretending to sit on Ross’s lap for a second before dropping to the ground, legs crossed, and takes the joint from Ross. His mouth hollows around it as he inhales, carved cheekbones on full display.

He’s a spectacle to watch. If she had it her way, she’d never take her eyes off of him. But she can’t have it her way, not yet.

She gives Matty 3 firm rubs on the back, muttering a ‘missed you too’ into his neck, then ducks under his arms, sitting herself an appropriate distance from George on the floor, but close enough to show she wants more than friendship, if that’s even something that can be conveyed through sitting distance.

It’s these types of things that rot her brain every time she’s near him. It’s like a spell he puts her under, she can’t talk right, she gets all blushy and flushed and nervous when she looks at him, so she’s made a habit of looking anywhere else, the floor, her nails, his friends.

She’s snapped out of her daydream by George elbowing her in the ribs to grab her attention. “You want a hit?”

She allows herself a smidge of self-indulgence. Eyes trace his shoulder, rippling muscles under warm skin under colored tattoos, she wanders down it to his arms, veins protruding like he’s completing some impressive feat, one that requires complete contraction of all his muscles, yet between his fingers, all that lays is a tiny joint.

“Uh, yeah,” she decides to allow her fingers to gently brush his own, concluding it’s just the right amount of mix of longing and friendly gesture, romantic and platonic stirred into one touch, and this, this little action, this will be the moment George confesses his true love for her so she doesn’t have to do it first.

She could do it. She could say what she’s been biting her tongue about for years and years now. She could have done it any number of moments these past years.

The night before the boys left for tour, when George stopped by her house impulsively, out in the pouring rain for her until she let him in, and they talked and talked and talked until their throats ran raw and voices croaked. Any pause in the conversation, she could have blurted it out, pulled his lips to hers.

Halloween, 1 year ago, when she dropped acid and began to have a bad trip, she freaked out so hard she was almost inconsolable, when he locked the door behind them in her bedroom and wrestled her frantic self down onto her bed and held her there. He was so close, nearly every inch of his body molded to hers in some way, hell, she could feel his breath on the space behind her ear. They stayed like that for hours. She didn’t utter a word.

She will admit, things have been different as of late. These moments where she thinks she could almost say what she wants to are becoming sparse. Intense, deep moments that make her feel connected to him body and soul. She hasn’t been feeling it as much lately.

Maybe she was pulling away from him, maybe he was pulling away from her, but the distance from tour wasn’t the only space between them.

That didn’t stop her from missing him like hell every time he went away.

“By the way, Y/N, we ordered Chinese before you got here, there’s leftovers in the kitchen,” Adam mumbles to her, like it’s his only volume of voice. Has he ever yelled?

She nods, wordlessly, and walks to the kitchen, hoping to get away from the whirlwind of emotions she is being assaulted by from simply being in the presence of George. Years of friendship and it never gets easier.

She finished a small plate of food quietly in the kitchen. She hears the boys laughing in the room, on the other side of the wall.

Leaning over the sink, she scrapes the plastic fork against the edges of the now empty bowl.

“That was quick,” a voice from behind her, startling her so bad, she drops both items in the sink.

It’s him.

“I was hungry.”

He approaches from behind, getting too close than what she would consider a friendly distance, but George does this all the time.

What he doesn’t do all the time, however, is wrap his arms around her waist from behind. "Missed you," he speaks through an inhale, like he's breathing her in, toxic fumes that swirl around his lungs like smoke.

"Yeah, same." She's a fucking imbecile. How was he supposed to know she loved him when she says such dry things when he's here, wearing his heart on his sleeve as he does. Does he do this to all his female friends?

He hums, not prodding further about the way her voice is unexpectedly monotone. He releases her from his grip, reaching around her for a fortune cookie.

"You had one of these yet? They kind of taste like an old man's ear but I know you love the corny messages inside of them." He's right. She does love that. She loves that he knows she loves it. She loves him.

"Sure," she takes it from him, cracking open the shell and discarding the gross cookie on the counter behind them, as she does so, he settles himself in front of her, trapping her against the counter with both hands resting on it on either side of her, their chests not quite touching but she certainly can feel his warm body next to hers.

"What's it say?" He mumbles, not wanting his buddies to catch him in such a compromising position with one of his closest friends. Matty would surely give him hell for it. 'Why don't you ever treat me like that?'

If Matty weren't so hung up on Y/N, George would swear the boy was gay for him.

She unrolls the white paper. 'You only live once. 19 3 23 90.' Was this thing for real? Were the stars truly aligning so perfectly for her just this once. And the numbers, they're numbers engraved in the same sector of her brain, the sector containing all things George. When rearranged, they would spell out George's birthday. The 23rd of March, 1990.

Fuck, it was like God herself was here, screaming in Y/N's face, "this is a sign! This is a sign!" It was neon, bright pink and green, appearing over the man's head, reflecting of his bleached blond hair. George gazes patiently at her.

"YOLO," she says, and laughs without humor. He cackles, his loud, familiar witchy laugh that makes her weak at the knees, but she doesn't allow herself to swoon.

"No fucking way! Let me see that," he cruelly rips it out of her gentle fingers, eyeing it himself. He exhales a sigh, "what a fucking joke."

A sign. A sign. A sign.

"George. George?" She tries out his name like it's the first time. He doesn't suspect a thing, he glances innocently up at her from the fortune paper.

"Yes, love?" An arrow through her heart, piercing ang stinging, sharp.

"I..."

"What?"

"I love you. I love you. More than as a friend."

And he laughs. He laughs like she just told some tastefully dirty joke to him, like friends would, good friends, best friends. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm serious George. I'm in love with you. I have been for, I don't know, a long time.

He retreats. He backs away, smile wiped from his face.

"No, no." He tries to shake his head like disagreeing with her will make it not true.

"I am. I didn't know how to tell you, I swear, I lost count of all the times I almost did. I was so close for so long, but I was scared. Still am. Please." God, how pathetic does she sound right now. Please? This is not how she planned it. Where was the requited love confession? The passionate kiss? The foreheads pressed together like lovers would? It's nowhere to be found, she's afraid.

"Don't do this. Come on, we've got a good thing going, you and me. Don't ruin it, you're ruining it!" His voice starts to raise.

She fucked up big time.

"I'm ruining it? Me! You didn't call me for 4 months. 4 months, George. You didn't answer my texts, nothing! You left me with nothing for 4 fucking months! Then, when you finally get back, I come to see you and you say nothing! You said nothing to me! No, wait, you called me a creep for standing outside your house. No hug, no 'I missed you'. Nothing, George!"

"Look, I just didn't want to be all sappy about you in front of the guys. It would look... I don't know... weird."

"Oh, ok. So you weren't being all sappy when you were practically groping your ex-girlfriend in a room with everyone? Sucking face, sitting her on your lap, grabbing her tits, that's not too sappy for you. But saying hello to your best friend you haven't heard from in months? That's where you draw the line, huh? Can you just be honest with me? Can you just tell me the fucking truth?"

He's sure everyone's been hearing every single word of this, and to his surprise, no one has intervened yet. Not even Matty.

"Fine, Y/N. You want the truth? If you want it so bad, then you can have it. I knew you loved me. You're so obvious about it, God, I'm not fucking stupid. But I never felt the same way, so I didn't say anything. Is that a crime? It's nothing new to you, you're not my type. If we're both being honest, you're not the most attractive girl. It's not your fault. And it never bothered me because we're friends. Why can't we just be friends? Please, Y/N, stop doing this, you're only making it worse."

"You're such a dick! You're such a fucking dick!"

It's at this point, Matty and Ross pile into the room, Ross trying to diffuse the situation by attempting to escort George out of the tension-filled room, Matty trying to escalate the situation, giving George a slap to the face.

"What the fuck is your problem, asshole? After everything I told you? Everything we've been through?" Now Ross is attempting to pull George away from Matty, Adam joining in to separate Matty from George.

"She's my fucking friend! I'll deal with her how I want to!" George retorts. He attempts lunging at Matty but Ross, full-bodied and strong, holds him back.

"Sure, she's your fucking friend. So what? That means you have the right to treat her like shit when she tells you how she feels? You've been leading her on for years now! Everyone knows it. Ross, Adam, me, you brought this upon your fucking self and now the inevitable has happened and this is how you choose to deal with it! She's a human being, with real feelings, real emotions, and more than that, she's your best friend. Shouldn't that count for something at a time like this?"

The physical aggression has mostly gone away now, and Ross is unsure of what to do, should he break up the argument? Take sides? Back Matty up? Console the now sobbing Y/N? He takes frantic glances to Hann as he debates all the options, Hann, clearly doing the same. They stay frozen in their spots.

"I'm not in love with her. I don't love her, not like that, she just doesn't do it for me. I can't control that. I don't have to love her back, I can't. Besides, I thought you were the one head over heels for her. This should be your lucky day, after a tough rejection, you can swoop in on your white horse and take her for yourself. You should be thanking me, giving you an opening after all this ridiculous pining you've been doing."

"You're right, I do want her. I've wanted her to love me for as long as she's been hung up on you. But I'm a decent fucking guy, and I wouldn't want to start something with her, not under these circumstances. This is all wrong, this isn't right, George. She doesn't deserve this. She cares about you, she cares so much, and you knew this whole time, so obviously you should have known better than to go and treat her like this. Grow a pair, you cunt!" Matty finishes with a harsh poke to George's chest.

Unsurprisingly, George storms out, despite this being his own house, car keys in his pocket, and no one quite knows where he may be off to at a time like this but that's not anyone's main priority anymore.

Matty takes a moment to collect himself, trying to pretend like he's the only one in the room for a moment, before turning around to assess the situation, the girl he's been in love with.

He turns to see her crying into a hug from Ross, Adam unsurely rubbing her back in comfort, neither one of them certain on what to do. There's still so much left unsaid.

Once Ross takes notice of Matty's impatient gaze, he pats the girl's back, turning her in his grasp, trying not to feel bad about essentially handing her off to Matty, but at the moment, it seems like they need each other more than anyone needs Ross, so he does what he has to do. "Go to him, love," he mutters, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

Hesitantly, she approaches Matty, no idea of what is next to come.

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[core4writes]

Hiii... can you maybe write a story were y/n is very reckless and always get herself in danger and colby have enough of that and like fuck her roughly cause he is frustrated with her then later break down and admit his fear of losing her ..... idk if you are writing though and if you are comfortable with the whole thing.... feel free to ignore it if you don't!

Either way thank you!❤️

i will be glad to do it! i have never written smut before so i think ill just skip that part till i get better at it.

Reckless

warning: sad ig, mentions of drug substance, mentions of alcohol

stuff in bold are flashbacks

pairing: Colby Brock x reader fem pronouns



y/n pov:

this past week all i have been doing is going to party to party with kat and stas, and everyday i am greeted with a hangover. i wake up in bed today with a deadly headache, the sun shining in my face. i pull the blankets hoping to decrease the aggravating pain in my head, the blankets were ripped off of me. "No more." i heard colby voice and open my eye slightly.

"what do you mean no more?" with confusion i sit up, colby is still staring at me with anger. i can just tell when he is angry, he breathes  more heavy. "No more partying, i have had enough." i look at him with a sly smile "what did i do this time? oh wait did i throw up on you again? sorry if i did." i laugh it off.

"im serious y/n. do you remember nothing that happened last night?" he points at me "you could have died."

flashback 

me, stas, kat, sam and colby were at the las Vegas bar called 'XS Nightclub' the hot spot for partying. i down my 9th shot of vodka with kat and stas and we went out into the dance floor, sam and colby stay at the bar watching us.

third person pov:

colby leaned over to sam "do you see a change in y/n?" sam wanted to say no i mean y/n is one of his close friends she will never change, but he didnt want to lie to his best friend. "yeah dude, but if she is happy-" sam was cut off by colby "y/n didnt even like alcohol but now look at her, downing it like its nothing." colby sighs

sam and colby looks at y/n on the dance floor, y/n swings her hips to the music. someone tapped her on her shoulder, "excuse me, where are the bathrooms?"

y/n can not hear over the loud music "what? oh, its over there let me show you." y/n pointed to the entrance "okay." the tall girl says and then they just disappear.

colby thinks nothing of it because he trust his girlfriend, "man, i need another shot."

hours go by and stas and kat come back to sam and colby, "guys, we cant find y/n." colby looked at kat and stas with eyes wide open and his face went pale. "wait, what do you mean you cant find her she was just with you." stas looked at colby, "yeah but she went to show some girl the bathroom and never came back."

sam, colby, kat and stas looked everywhere for y/n. they didnt find her till they saw her outside the club walking down the street. "y/n, where are you going." colby runs up to y/n, "im going to the gas station im hungry." she said whiny.

"we are going home." colby says

end flashback

y/n pov:

"oh... im sorry." my voice quieted down

"sorry? your sorry? you could have gotten hurt, like kidnapped or hit by a bus." colby voice yelled.

"well im here now so." i said

"im scared of you leaving me okay? you change into this party animal and im scared of just losing you, the old you. And you don't talk to me about your problems anymore you're just so reckless. I need you,I need you to be here with me physically and mentally." colbys voice cracked.

The silence was heavy for minutes.

"I didn't know you felt like that. "Should've told me about that sooner I would understand." I say.

Colby crawls on the bed next to me, sobbing."I just don't wanna lose you." colby cries into my chest. "i know baby i know."

"i love you."

it was a little bit rushed at the end, my first writing piece ever hope I didn't do bad.💕

[ifitmeanslosingyouthenno]

it's too late for holy water now

day 13 whumptober prompt: alternative, “secrets revealed”

tw: semi graphic violence, non detailed non con, talk about suicide (please tell me if i should add something more)

the door to his room slamming open is what makes him bolt awake, fear and adrenaline flooding his system at once 

he struggles to see in the darkness, panicking and shoving the blankets away from him in his haste to get up

“it’s me, it’s just me”

jean, it’s just jean

he sighs in relief, eyes adjusting enough he can recognize the faint form of his partner, tall and lanky and endlessly familiar. he was away for an interview with riko, but he’s back and he seems physically fine and that’s all that matters.

“jesus christ, did you have to scare me like that, i thought–”

“he knows,” jean whispers in frantic french, and neil’s alarm comes right back, “i don’t know how he found out, but he knows, i couldn’t do anything to stop it, and–”

“jean, stop, breathe, who knows what?”

neil moves to turn on the small lamp on their shared bedside table, and is filled with fear at the horror written in jean’s face

he jumps out of the bed, having to stand on his tip toes to gently guide jean’s eyes to his, to hold jean’s face with scarred and bandaged fingers

“breathe, jean, what happened?”

jean looks at him with so much sadness, so much pity, but his eyes are clearer

he doesn’t know his words are going to throw his world off its axis

“riko knows about you and andrew”

no

no

no no no anything but this, no–

he lets go of jean’s face, shaking his head, refusing to believe jean’s words because there is no way riko found out, they’ve been careful, he has been careful, and andrew knows to be careful and there’s no way this is happening

his lungs are burning, his gaze is blurring and his breath is coming through ragged gasps

and god he’s been so fucking stupid, he knew that they would never be safe, that he would be putting andrewin danger for daring to want, for daring to care and love anyone who wasn’t riko

he’s so fucking stupid and oh my fucking god what if he goes after andrew again, what if he hurts him again, and what if he fucking dies because of him and–

“neil, you little bastard, i know okay, im sorry, and i know how scary this is but you need to focus,” jean’s terrified and shaky voice breaks through to him, and neil drags in a funny excuse of a breath, “what do we do? what happens now–”

right, right, he needs to get his shit together, he needs to find a solution

not for him, never for him, he’s way past being saved from this, but andrew can be saved

he doesn’t remember sitting on the floor, doesn’t remember when he got in this curled up position, but jean is kneeling in front of him, a careful hand on neil’s shoulder

andrew can be saved and so can jean, he thinks with sudden clarity

“jean you need to leave”

“what are you– where are we going?”

“no, not we, you need to leave”

“don’t even think about it, i’m not going anywhere without you”

“yes you are, you’re going to palmetto and you’re going to warn andrew about this, you’re going to make sure he’s safe–”

“if i go, who’s going to keep you safe?”

“you know as much as he wants to hurt me, he can’t kill me, but he can kill andrew, and if andrew dies because of me, i will never forgive myself” 

he chokes out the last words and he hopes, he begs jean understands, because if something happens to andrew, neil would not be able to live with himself

he doesn’t think he would survive being the reason andrew is gone

jean’s eyes are teary, looking anywhere but neil, trying to find another solution at the very least, trying to figure out a way they all survive this

neil can’t let him waste more time

“jean i need you to go to andrew, i can’t– if he dies because of me i’m going to follow him”

he knows it’s unfair, knows it’s wrong and cruel and inexcusable, knows he’s hurting jean in ways he can’t forgive himself from hurting him

but it’s what’s going to move him to do this

if he can’t keep them all safe, at least jean and andrew will make it

they have to

“jean you don’t have much time, you have to go–”

“no, no, we promised to don’t– we said we wouldn't do that, that we wouldn’t hurt ourselves or–”

it breaks his heart to put jean in so much distress, but he needs to 

“no jean, i made you promise to never do it again, but i never promised you anything”

tears are falling down jean’s cheeks now, and despite his shaky hands, despite the betrayed look in jean’s eyes, neil moves to wipe them away

“i wish there way another way, but you need to leave jean,” it makes his skin crawl, it makes him want to light himself on fire, but he needs to make jean go, “please jean”

jean flinches as if neil has punched him, and his eyes hold nothing but terror and resentment and hatred

good, if it’s going to make him leave, let jean hate him, let jean resent him, let jean feel whatever he has to feel

neil can take it, even if it breaks him 

jean doesn’t even look at him as he opens the drawer they keep the keys they stole years ago from tetsuji’s office for neil’s car, and shoves clothes in a bag carelessly, before making for the door

neil pretends it doesn’t hurt even if his chest feels tight and he wants to throw up and

“i hope he’s truly worth everything you’re losing, nathaniel”

it’s a low blow, one he deserves, one that hurts him the way the word please hurt jean

he knows he deserves it but it doesn’t take the ache away

before he knows it, he’s alone, in the dark, waiting, waiting, waiting for the devil to come claim his soul

he told jean riko can’t kill him, but he’s not half sure of the fact

he knows riko will stop at nothing 

before he knows it, the door to his room is slamming open again and riko enters the room with his crueler ravens behind him, taking a second to scan the room before he’s picking up neil from the floor and slamming him against the wall

“where the fuck is moreau nathaniel?”

neil summons as much fake courage as he can, and smiles his father’s smile, “gone”

riko punches him straight in the mouth, once twice thrice, sending him tumbling to the floor, head bouncing off the foot of the bed hard enough that he’s left dazed, ears ringing, vision blurring once more in what feels like hours but could only have been minutes

his hair is gripped harshly, and riko drags him to his bed, straddling his hips and wrapping his hands around neil’s throat with enough force to hurt but not enough to kill him just yet

“so what, first you whore yourself out to any man out there who looks at you with pretty eyes despite the fact that you are mine and mine alone, and then you get rid of my number three?”

neil is losing it, but he forces himself to smile, forces himself to get the conversation flowing in the direction he wants to, knowing he’ll regret it

it’s for jean and andrew’s safety, not his

“who said i’m yours, you psychotic little bitch–”

riko punches him, again and again and again and again and–

“you belong to me, nathaniel, not some fucking bastard mongrel, you have my name signed in your soul, you have my number in your face, you are mine to do as i fucking please, and you will not forget that” 

he flicks his knife open, slicing his shirt through and pressing the tip of his knife to his scarred skin, and neil jolts at the pain, only succeeding in pressing harsher on his throat

riko smiles a wild thing

“you’ve forgotten who owns you, but that’s okay, your king, your owner will remind you, and i’ll make sure no one ever forgets it”

neil loses time after that, is pretty sure that he loses consciousness too, as riko so kindly carves his name into neil’s skin over and over again, deeply enough that it will scar uglily, deep enough that it will never fade away

deep enough that his bed is squishy with his own blood after riko figures his name is written enough times on neil’s skin and neil hates himself for daring to want something that he wasn’t allowed to

he was foolish to think he could bite back the hand of his owner

“there, neither you nor anyone will forget who you belong to nathaniel, isn’t that right?” neil can do nothing but whimper in pain despite himself, “now, to prove that i can do whatever i fucking want with you, why don’t you let the boys here have some fun huh? why don’t you show them how much fun you can be my love?”

nathaniel feels nothing but pain in the next few hours, pain and agony and shame and guilt and regret and

and he feels nothing at all by the time riko kneels next to his bed and presses a kiss to his forehead

“make sure to never forget again, will you nathaniel? you know how much it hurts me to have to punish you, but you leave me no other option.” he stands there, pressing his fingers into the bites in his shoulder hard enough that neil flinches with what little energy he has left. riko just smiles. “be at practice in the morning, or else.”

nathaniel is left alone, in the darkness, in pain, unable to move and covered in blood and sweat and come and–

he can’t stop the tears from falling as he realizes he has to patch himself back together on his own, he has to clean himself and force himself to stand up and make himself push through on his own

he doesn’t know how to anymore

he told jean riko can’t kill him and he was right

what he didn’t tell jean was that by the end of it, he would wish he was dead

im actually sorry i wrote this and cried several times while doing it remain safe everyone <3 title from anger by sleeping at last bc i couldn't find a song who fit the vibe and theme better