#wdym im wanted but at the same time it makes me feel warm inside it's also INTENSE AND SUFFOCATING??????

[star-mum]

what if I existed in a pocket dimension where everything is the same except no one expects anything from me ever (myself included)

[geffenrecords]

killjoys 🔪🔪🔪🔪 now

GSHFNEOFNSLDMDSKDM PELASE

okay oh my god the killjoys i ffucking love them? theyre my ocs now actually gerard way gave them to me bc i asked nicely and also gave them a kiss bc im so nice. /j

but gawd where to start i.....basically made up an entire universe for them in my head bc i cant be assed to read the comics n the canon is soooo inconsistent i can do whatever i want. who's gonna stop me. huh. the publishing company hunts me down and says No. try me.

ummm anyway first and foremost they cannot die......like legit. sing dont exist wdym. it's some real the old guard shit actually 🤨🍷 idk if anyone here has watched tht but Basically the ppl can die but their wounds heal up instantly and they can just keep going [that movie was so sexy i reccomend it] n that's pretty much how i think the killjoys operate? it's a little sadistic tho bc theres really nothing like teens telling you all the graphic ways theyve been maimed and killed only to still b kickin.....no ones sure if the girl shares the same curse/power, and theyre too scared to truly test it.

but yeah they fuck around w it a lot ghoul keeps track of how many times they all die and jets like thats not funny and ghouls like im sorry i cant hear you over my winning streak. he gets to 69 and they have never seen him so happy hes sofucking annoying......but kobra also kinda doesnt take it seriously he purposefully kinda throws ghoul around like a ragdoll just bc he knows he can. to quote myself from one of kyrs and i's various conversations, "youre laughing. ghoul just died and youre laughing, kobra." u know how in the dream theives ronan throws noah off the fucking roof. yeah thats their dynamic.

can the killjoys actually die like in the old guard where they randomly stop healing? who knows? maybe theyll be like this forever, or maybe theyll slow down one day. who's to say they even age. not them.

anyway um on a less edgy note.........as for their backstories.....kobra n party grew up in the city definitely 🤨 no ones sure who stopped taking the pills first the memories are so fuzzy......what they both DO remember is doing hurried things at night like chopping all kobras hair and running as fast as they could into the desert and hiding out till they were found by dr d. i love their dynamic like yeas. party is an annoying whiny bitch who cries and is heartbroken easily and kobra is the human embodiment of B| but they love each other very much.......party holds kobra close when he cries and vise versa and kobra will never forget the things party did to make him feel so safe bc listen. that is their babie brother. they would die for him. kobra is so fragile at first like he'd never admit it but oh.....the way his voice shook when he told party hes a boy n im not going to touch on that for tht long bc that's embarrassing hiiii but kobra is So trans. look at him and tell me that is Not a transmasc as fuck guy. it goes over well tho bc party lives breathes and dies for kobra and their gender is also yes heheheh....... anyway theyre both found by jet and pony one day and dr d kinda takes em in.......theyre v v wary at first n party kind of glares at everyone the whole time and if they get too close to kobra they will Be Violent and kobra just sits very still the whole time but eventually they warm up and become all alive blah bla bla <3

and JET......MY BELOVED............god i love jet <3 which is why i apologize for making them suffer GBDJFNGKDMDKDF. uhm......jet is desert born n shit and they had a fairly large family......quite a few siblings and loving parents that are......no more.....they dont like to talk about it but kobras gotten them to open up a few times and. it's not pretty. jet lived w dr d for a bit.......show pony is like their sibling at this point they have so many inside jokes and jet taught them spanish so theyll whisper and giggle to each other and it's so annoying......they call dr d dad too so true he cries they love each other :-( but yeah jet is so wild like listen. jet is a chaotic mom friend. yall alwaysmake it weird istg but like. jet is very caring and kind bc they had so many siblings so they kind of revert back to that a lil w the others n the girl but also theyre just like. slightly unhinged. they were raided with show fucking pony what did you expect.......jet just disappears n theyre all like !??!?!?!?!!? n then a few minutes later jet calls them like guys. did you know that i can outrun that jackal pack by tommys. theyre so much slower than ithought. and theyre like okay......um........and then they come home with random shit like why do you have the steering wheel of a 1978 car. where did you get that. why. i love them :-) they care for others and spend a lot of time bandaging others up and stuff but also they r kind of......wild.....they have lots of weird stuff abt them and a lot of scars. probably the most out of the four? idk how that all works but i say it can shut up it's my fictional universe and i get to say what happens. also they do the girls hair :-) me n kyrs r big biggg fans of this.......they have similar hair texture and they call the girl all these cute little nicknames in spanish and carry her around all they all like the girl is just Carried around all the time......she is small and holdable what can i sya.......

oh and ghoulll yeassss this bitch........ghoul is also desertborn but hes been on his own for a while.......kobra n party were found pretty early on by show pony n co. but ghoul wasnt found until they were abttttt.........15 or so? and God they were absolutely feral still is but he Bit. so much. he hissed and everything. he just sat in the corner glaring at everyone it took quite a bit of time to actually get him to open up......and he was so paranoid theyd throw him out if he fucked up.....he knocks something off dr d's desk and they find him hiding and crying somewhere and they all hug him and tell him its okay and hes like What.......its more of a subconscious fear now he trusts the others w his life n stuff but like...deep down yknow....anyway he still bites it's mostly to piss off kobra their relationship is.....fun. ghoul brings home wild animals and growls if he wants and kobra is like Die. kobra lives to piss off ghoul oh my god every chance he gets he takes a jab at him pls....ghouls like look at this tiny little bitch i found while holding up a mouse and kobra is like thats what we said when we found you and ghouls like BITCH. DIE. HATE YOU. but they are best friends <3

n um.....last one the GIRLLLLL HELLOOOOOOO.....shes what really solidifies the team tbh like they were starting to really bond and work together she really clicked them all in place they lover her so much oh my god......they all try to give her the childhood they could never have and it's their worst fear soemthing will happen to her or them and they wont be around for her anymore esp party they lie awake thinking about what would happen......and ghoul always tells him theyre all doing the best they can for her and shes clearly happy but still they're so scared.......dr d tells them theyre proud of how theyve raised her and they cry omg......and ALSO. another epic kyrslee hc is that the girl is actually closest w kobra. he takes her out on the motorcycle all the time [he makes her wear the helmet dw] nd shes the only one allowed to call him silly nicknames like kitty or whatever......ghoul tries it and kobra maims him <3 kobra is like here ill kiss ur scrape better and ghouls like wheres my kiss tf.....and kobra covers the girls ears and is like whores dont get kisses. and ghoul is so mad......partys like ill kiss u :] and ghouls like No. Ur Goddam Brother Better Give Me My Fucing Smooch. but yea the girl is their babie they LOVE HER........jet teaches her [and ghoul] to read and it's very sweet and party let's her paint and draw on the walls and compliments her and sticks her drawings up everywhere......they renovated the pantry to be her little room but soemtimes she sleeps in one of their rooms yknow she loves them.....n they lvoe her i cry........

um.......i might stop here this is so long and if i start on the romance n shit this will get unbearable but yes 💖

[mistymark]

the one with the feelings [1] // m.k.l

mark lee x reader // 1.9k words // part 1/2 // masterlist

summary; in which mark and y/n have a lot of feelings but never at the same time apparently // the times we fought our feelings for each other and the one time we didn’t

warnings; drinking // light angst? // heartache

request; no I just saw this prompt and loved it

notes; why does this remind me of love, Rosie (I cried three times in that movie)

October 2012, age 13

The squeaky sounds of sneakers on the polished wooden floor and the bouncing of basketballs was all you could hear as you watched the other students run around, throwing and catching balls between them with grins on their faces. Spinning around, you searched for Mark, your best friend and latest crush - after having helped you clean your wound after you scraped your knee on the asphalt at school.

Nowhere to be found, you decided to duck under the back of the bleachers, your secret sanctuary when you didn’t want to partake in PE. Lifting the curtain to allow yourself entry, you saw Mark, grinning at a figure in the dark.

It took you a moment to notice their interlocking fingers, their touching shoulders, their legs brushing against each other’s as they squished together on the bench. Letting the curtain fall from your grasp, you hang your head and disappear into the bathrooms, unseen.

February 2014, age 14

You sat on the rickety chair in your ill-fitting school-dance outfit, watching the couples dance awkwardly on the dance floor. Spotting Mark across the dance floor, standing beside the drinks table as he waits for an opportunity to stop talking to one of your teachers, his hands casually resting in his suit pant pockets. The jacket hangs off his skinny frame a little too much, making him appear smaller than he actually was.

A few moments later, he was walking over to you, two cups of the terrible punch in his hands as he narrowly dodged the dancing people in his path. A grin found itself on your face as he sat beside you, passing you one of the cups.

You sat together for a while, talking mindlessly about the dance and school and whatever else came to mind that night. When there was a bout of silence, Mark placed his cup on the floor, wiping his slightly sweaty palms on his pants as he tried to muster up the courage to ask you to dance. His mouth suddenly went dry.

Within a second, a hand was being outstretched to you, the smiling face of one of the boys in your class looking down at you, asking you to dance. Having not yet been asked to dance, you eagerly grabbed his hand, letting him pull you out of your chair and onto the dance floor. 

Mark stayed sitting, waiting for you to come back. Waiting to ask you to dance.

August 2017, age 18

The flashing lights and loud bass was slowly starting to make you feel numb, but you watched with a grin on your face as Mark danced on his living room table, the small wooden piece of furniture barely supporting his weight as he moved. 

You had lost count of your alcohol intake, and Mark was clearly drunk, dancing haphazardly on top of the table. When the song ended, one of the boys nearby turned down the volume of the speakers, yelling, “Speech! Speech!”

Soon enough, everyone was chanting for Mark to deliver a speech, and he stood casually atop the table as he handed his beer to someone next to him. He addressed the crowd, “You’re all here! It’s my birthday, thank you.” His eyes found yours, “Oh, Y/n! Come here.” When you didn’t move, he waved you over again.

Eventually you stood below him, looking up at him in confusion, whisper shouting up at him, “What are you doing?” Your foggy brain struggled to focus on Mark as you watched him sway lightly on his feet.

He grinned at you and grabbed your arm, helping you up onto the table. When you were stood safely beside him, he wrapped his arm around your waist, “Everyone! Tonight would not have been made possible without Y/n,” he turned to look you in the eyes, his face serious, “my best friend.”

There was a beat before someone started cheering, and then the music was slowly being turned up as people turned to each other, happily chatting and resuming their dancing.

You stood still on the top of the coffee table with Mark, his arm still wrapped tightly around you, his eyes staring into yours. His gaze flickered to your lips, and he stared at them for a while, silently debating whether he should go for it.

And he did.

Suddenly his lips were on yours and your hands were cupping his face, his arm holding you against him as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.

With the cloudiness of your brain and the sensation of Mark kissing you, you found it difficult to focus on your surroundings, but the obvious squeak of the table was enough to pull you from the haze. With great difficulty, you pushed yourself away and stepped off the table, tugging Mark’s hand so he followed you.

Before Mark’s foot met the ground, the table was crumbling, snapping in half at the added weight and movement from your actions. He winced drunkenly at the table, then decided it was best to go find a sensible adult to deal with the problem, quickly making his way to the kitchen and abandoning you.

December 2017, age 18

You sat silently on the porch of your house, the porch swing creaking as you swung slowly, your gaze fixated on your feet. Christmas was always a busy time for your family, with all the parties and events your family hosted, but it seemed that no one had come looking for you yet, so you found yourself in the only quiet part of your house; the open porch.

There was a door slam on the street, and you looked up as Mark’s parents stepped out of their car, his mother carrying a large wrapped gift and his father a tray of dessert. Mark, dressed in a suit jacket and black jeans, stepped out of the car only to run back to grab something he’d left.

His parents continued up the drive to your house, greeting you with their warm smiles, “Hi, dear. How have your holidays been?”

You grinned back at them, noticing again how much of his parents you could see in Mark, “Brilliant, thank you.” You pointed your thumb in the direction of the front door. “Party’s inside.”

They nodded and smiled a little wider when they realised you weren’t coming inside with them, but you dismissed it as you continued lazily swinging on the porch swing.

A moment later, Mark was jogging up the drive, taking the stairs two steps at a time to reach you, puffing slightly, “Hey.”

You continued swinging, a smile on your face, “Hey.”

He stood up straighter, examining the outside of your house, “The place looks great. New door?”

“New door,” you nodded. 

“Looks good,” he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, nodding to himself.

You raised an eyebrow, “I haven’t seen you in, like, a month and all you have to say is that my door looks good?”

“It’s not the only thing,” he smirked at you, pleased with himself before untucking his hands and making his way over to sit beside you. “I got you something.”

“You- what? No, Mark, you didn't have to! I didn’t get you anything,” you were suddenly ashamed of yourself; why hadn’t you gotten him a gift?

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, smiling and handing you a small box. “It’s nothing big, I promise.”

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, turning to look eagerly at the small box before you. Mark chuckled at your excitement. You opened the lid, “It’s - woah! It’s the friendship bracelet I made you ages ago!”

“When we were nine,” he corrected, beaming down at the tiny bracelet, glad that you’d remembered.

“Is this you returning my gift? You don’t want to be friends anymore?” 

“No! I thought - I thought you’d like it. I found it a few weeks ago-”

“I can’t believe you kept it.”

He shrugged, eyeing the bracelet and avoiding your face, “No big deal.”

You grinned, throwing your arms around him, “Thank you. I love it.”

You felt him hesitate for a moment before letting his arms wrap around you, holding you warmly in his embrace, the bracelet hanging off your fingers as you breathed in the scent of him, enjoying the moment.

January 2018, age 18

“1! Happy New Year!” The crowd cheered with excitement as the large ball on the television dropped, before images of people cheering, kissing and drinking populated the screen.

Your friend stood beside you, a glass raised to her lips, “You’re driving tonight, right?” You nodded, and she grinned, “Looks like I’m starting this year the same way I did last, drunk as fuck.” She toasted to you politely before proceeding to drain her glass, walking into the kitchen to find another.

There was a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, your eyes meeting Mark’s. The music started up again as the party continued, and dancing bodies swarmed onto the dance floor of the host’s living room, somebody harshly bumping into Mark, causing him to step forward, his chest merely inches from your own.

“Hey,” he breathed, his hands holding your waist from when he’d almost tripped. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” you whispered back. You weren’t sure if he could hear you, but he seemed to understand. “Any kisses this year?”

His eyes found themselves on your lips again as he leant closer, “Only one.” His lips met yours softly, the loudness and wildness of the party juxtaposing the sweet, sober moment between you two.

You pulled back, “What was that for?”

He bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, “I had to know what it was like.”

“What what was like?”

“Kissing you.”

February 2018, age 18

[2:47pm] Mark: got any plans this afternoon?

[2:50pm] You: not really, just packing the last of my stuff

[2:50pm] Mark: wdym?

[2:50pm] You: for college dummy

[2:51pm] You: I leave in two weeks remember

[2:51pm] You: gotta be ready :))

[2:52pm] Mark: ofc I cant believe I forgot

[2:52pm] Mark: must be bc im gonna miss you ://

[2:52pm] You: oh shut up ur such a drama queen

[2:53pm] Mark: bc ur not dramatic enough!!

[2:53pm] Mark: im not gonna see you in forever

[2:53pm] You: I’m literally going to be at ur brothers engagement party what is wrong with you

[2:54pm] Mark: I hate talking to you im gonna go pack

[2:55pm] Mark: promise you’ll be there?

[2:57pm] You: of course

April 2018, age 18

You groaned and hit the horn again, the long highway before you backed up far into the distance. The grey sky contrasted against the severity of the red brake lights ahead of you, glowering angrily at you from where they stood, unmoving. Anxious, you fiddled with the blue material of your cocktail dress, the white envelope sitting on the seat beside you, the time and place of Mark’s brother’s engagement party printed neatly on the card inside; 6pm at the Grand Wyatt Hotel. You glanced wearily at the clock on your dash, the numbers steadily increasing until 6pm hit, and later passed.

[ivebeensunburnt]

Planets as Boys

The sun (let's name him Elio, its a name derived from the name Helios who is a sun titan in Greek myths)

You met him in winter

While sledding

You crashed into him while he was walking up the hill and he ended up sitting on your lap for the rest of the ride down

'Usually, I like to take a girl out to dinner before sitting on her lap but this is fine I guess. Can I at least get your number'

'I don't even know your name'

'It's Elio, and I don't know yours either but you're the one who got me to sit on your lap'

'You were in the way!'

'I was walking on the path, you were not sledding in the right place'

'Yes, I was!'

'Stop getting so riled up sunshine, I'm just messing with you'

'Fine. You can have my number. But I expect you not to be in the way of my sled next time.'

'Maybe next time you can sit on my lap ;)'

'Omg, I think I want my number back'

'Don't lie sunshine, you think I'm hot'

'I think you're a little warm'

'I can't tell if that's a compliment or not'

'It's not'

'Bummer. I think you're pretty cute sunshine'

His flirting never fails to make you blush 

Of course, you end up excepting his offer to go on a date

And before long you're dating

As you start to spend a lot of time with him you start to tan a bit

It's not very noticeable at first

But after hanging out with him for a couple weeks you have a light tan

'Wtf? I don't even go outside'

You'd ask him about it and he'd just laugh

'Oops'

Wherever he kisses you freckles show up (haha get it? Sunkissed)

It's how your friends find out you guys are dating

'So... You and Elio?'

'Wdym'

'Sis you have freckles everywhere'

'I-' *blush*

At least they can't see where else he leaves freckles

His hair is bleach white blonde

Not even because he dyes it

Just naturally

Very tan

Golden skin that is so, so pretty

CLEAR SKIN

Like how tf does he keep it that clear

So many freckles on this boy

Mostly on his face and arms but a few everywhere else

Would refuse to leave the house if it was raining at all

Even just sprinkling

He hates it.

Amber eyes that are so warm and inviting

They're just so pretty

Heat machine

You know how boys always manage to be warm

Like that but x50

You're always asking if he feels like he has a fever

'No I'm just that hot ;)'

'Omg pls shut up'

You would try to steal his hoodies but he doesn't have any

And you're like

'Elio... Where tf are your hoodies?'

'.... I don't have any'

'I can't believe you'

Gives the best fucking hugs anyone could ask for

Like 100/10

And is always open to giving them too

'Elio i want a hug'

'OMG YASSS COME HERE BABY'

Snuggles are the best with him

An absolute extrovert

Willing to go out whenever it's not raining

If he does gave to go out while its raining you know he'll have bright yellow rain boots

And a yellow poncho

With a Pikachu umbrella

Is he 5?

Probably.

A bit full of himself

'I'm so hot babe'

'Ooo my hair looks fabbb today'

'I look like a GoDdeSs'

Like the world revolves around him

Great leader (when he's not being immature)

Takes charge

Being in a group project with him would be so great

Especially if he's interested in the topic

A perfectionist when it comes to work or grades

Acts like he doesn't care about it but you can tell he does

As a boyfriend he would always want to be with you

Touching you

And kissing you

Skinship is the shit for him

Beach days are a must

Sandcastle KING

Would drag you outside just to sit in the sun when its nice outside

Which leads to you never taking your shoes off during the summer and fall months because you never know when he's gonna want to take you outside

And always having a book with you to read outside

He's always happy

Except when it's raining

Scared of thunderstorms but will hold a giant ass spider and talk to it like its a cute baby

Will also be 100% down to go bungee jumping or anything crazy like that

Never gets sunburned

One time he actually tried to but was unsuccessful

'Ok I'm gonna lay here for 3 hours and by then i better have a sunburn!'

*unconcerned* ' u do u boo'

His favorite color is yellow

He has at least 10 plain yellow shirts that he wears with everything

Converse are the only shoes he's willing to wear

With the occasional pair of vans

Is always saying he wants sunflower vans but never does

Sleeps with the lights on

Which annoys the crap out of anyone who has had to sleep in the same room as him

They just end up turning off the lights once he's asleep

Does 5ks and other runs for fun?? Like every weekend

Basically a jock

Will try every sport once

Especially likes soccer

And volley ball

And don't even get him started on sharks and minnows that is his game

Will never tell you when he's sad

If he tells you when he's sad he has got to be in love with you

Or trust you A LOT

Will make up stupid excuses like he has to go walk his turtle to escape situations that make him sad, so you won't see

When did he get a turtle?

One time you saw him crying and were shocked for a week

He still won't tell you why he was crying that day

He's one of those people who will laugh at the absolute worst times

Somebody's crying or screaming and yelling and he'll be in the corner laughing his ass off

Basically a little shit

Dumb dad jokes one minute

And dirty jokes the next

Laughs at his own jokes

His favorite nickname for you would definitely be sunshine

And you would be like????

'Babe. You👏 Are👏 Literally👏 The embodiment👏 Of the👏 Fucking sun👏'

When you first start dating he'll be so fucking sweet

Like a bag of fucking sugar

After a couple months tho?

That boy is nasty

Try to make him blush

Just try

This boy is shameless. Nothing will make him blush

He will dirty talk up a STORM

Don't even try wearing a short skirt around him because within 10 min. He'll be whispering in you ear

'Did you wear that for me?'

'I really like it on you'

'It would look a lot better on my floor tho'

Yes, he's that cheesy

Even tho he's nast af he'll still be super fucking cute with you

100% cutest couple you've ever seen

feeding each other

Sitting on his lap

PDA

Always holding hands in public

Dates at least once a week

He ways finds times for a date

Sometimes it's just coming over to snuggle

Or going to a super fancy restaurant in a suit and everything

He'll try to pay for the meal every time

But you'll be like sis no and give your credit card to the waiter before he can

He'll glare at you for a second but can't stay mad and will just end up kissing you

Oh boy,,,,,,

Kisses with him

They'd be so nice

First he would lick his lips while looking at yours

He would get really shy

'C-can I kiss you please'

'Of course'

At first he would be the sweetest softest kisser

He would put a hand on the back if your neck with his fingers tangled in the roots of you hair

He would put his other hand on your hip very softly so you would barely even be able to feel it

For the first 10-15 seconds it would be just lips, no toungue

He would like your bottom lip asking for entrance

And this is where he would lose it

When people say 'they're shoving their tongues down each other's throats' this is exactly what they mean

He would tighten his grip on your hair tugging a little

He would move his other hand from your hip to your back pulling you closer to him

He would literally not stop kissing you till you both were about suffocate and it takes you both minutes to catch you breath before you can talk again

'Jesus christ'

He would just smile at you and pull you im for a quick kiss before telling you that you are perfect

Then being a little shit like

'Almost as perfect as me'

Even tho he's your boyfriend he would also be your bestest friend

You could talk for hours with him and just goof off without trying to act perfect

for him (cuz he already thinks you are)

Since he's always warm he loves the snow

(But he doesn't like rain? Weirdo.)

Like, SO much

Especially the morning after its snowed when the snow is smooth and untouched and the morning sun makes it all sparkly and pretty

Of course he'll ruin it by throwing a snowball directly at your face

You'll fake crying like it really hurt you and he'll go from

:D to :0 in .2 seconds

'Omg sunshine. Are you ok? I'm so sorry. Omg.omg.omg. do we need to go to the hospital? I'm so sorry.'

He would almost be crying when youre like sike bitch

And throw one right back at his face

Which would lead to an all-out snowball fight that lasts for an hour before you're shivering your way back inside

Then you would snuggle up on the couch with him and watch movies till you fall asleep