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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Two.
Ask and ye shall recieve, besties! Thrilled at how well-received the first chapter was, thank you all so much for your feedback :)
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Previous chapters - One
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Words - 3,445
Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!
The sound of a garbage can hitting the sidewalk from the street below with a clatter was what roused Emily from her long, deep sleep the morning after, coming to and not immediately realising where she was. Until she smelled him on the sheets.  
While his scent lingered, the man himself was nowhere to be found, but he had left her a note. A note and a stack of cash.  
‘I have business to deal with, I’ll be back later. Go buy yourself some clothes and whatever else you need. Two of my guys, Angelo and Donny will be waiting for you downstairs. They’ll look after you.’ 
His writing was elegant and loopy, very fine penmanship, she thought, placing the note down and getting out of bed, remaking it neatly. Picking up the crisp stack of bills, her eyes bulged. All fifties. Twenty of them.  
“A grand?” she gasped, her mouth dropping open. He’d left her a thousand dollars, like it was small change! 
Placing the money back down again, she ventured to the bathroom, the only part of the apartment that was walled off from the rest. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could count it as a small mercy that Joey rarely touched her face, she supposed, always wanting to keep her pretty, as he once worded it after a beating. His body shot punches were a different matter. The soreness lingering over her ribs and stomach attested that, although she doubted anything was broken.  
Her eye was tinged with the violet and shadowy green of bruising, but gladly not swollen, the same to the side of her mouth and both cheekbones. It wasn’t ideal as visages went, to have her looks marred like that, Emily always taking pride in her appearance. Looking on at her reflection, a few tears of relief pooled her eyes, realising that the wounds he’d inflicted upon her were all that was left of the scumbag that was Joey Calabrese. 
Once she was washed and refreshed, she dressed in the other clean shirt left for her, pulling on the grey coat he’d also placed with it, thinking what a mess she looked. A sullied face, no shoes, no underwear (hers were still hanging to dry after she’d washed them in the sink the night before) and wearing men’s clothes that buried her.  
And she was about to go out in public? The utter shame of it.  
Emily quickly realised that she didn’t have a whole lot of choice in the matter, though, so all she could do was go with it. What made nerves pool in her belly more was the fact that she now had to place her faith in somebody who wasn’t Luca, two somebody’s in fact. Her trust in their boss was only tentative at best, after all.  
Was she really being taken to purchase clothes, or was something else more nefarious about to befall her? What if he’d struck a deal with Gino for her return? The words lamb and slaughter came rapidly to mind. Realising she was panicking and so far, Luca had shown no real signs of deception, she took a breath at the top of the stairs before padding down, swinging the door open and turning right.  
Two very large men turned in their seats at the bar, wide smiles greeting her. “Hey, sleepy head. I’m Angelo, this is Donny. The boss told us to take you out someplace nice for clothes. My wife tells me that new place Barney’s is the best, so we’re takin’ you over to Manhattan. You ready, toots?” 
He received an elbow and an eye roll from his cohort. “Can’t just be callin’ her toots like you know her, man,” he admonished lightly, extending his hand. “Miss Mortensen, a pleasure. I’m Donny, anythin’ you want, just ask, alright?” She shook his hand, Donny bringing it to his lips to place a little kiss upon her dainty fingers.  
“Oh, look at this guy over here,” Angelo chirped, “Mr Smooth, amirite?” 
“Screw you, pal. Gotta treat the ladies with respect, eh? Plus, she’s the boss's gal and I ain’t lookin’ to get clipped for my yap, know what I’m sayin’?” 
They were a pair, she had to admit, set at ease by their little back and forth banter. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, too. I’m not Luca’s girl, though.” 
Angelo lifted his chin with a little grunt. “Wearin’ his clothes, came from his apartment, he told us to look after you and treat you nice. Yeah, you the boss’s gal, toots.”  
“Enough with the toots, already! This guy and his lip,” Donny chuckled, offering his arm to Emily. “Let’s go, huh?”  
Her giggles peppered the air, taking the arm of the younger man, Angelo ambling along behind them. “See? Even left us his best car to take you out in. If you ain’t his gal then trust me, the big man is definitely sweet on ya, wanting you taken out in the Rolls.”  
“Woah,” she gasped, seeing the shiny, black Silver Ghost parked at the curb, a car of esteemed value and luxury. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” 
“Ain’t it, though?” Donny spoke, opening the door for her and gesturing in. “Drives like a dream, too.”  
The men mostly talked between themselves for the duration of the journey, asking her a few questions here and there along the way. Truly there wasn’t much more they could converse with her about, for what did two mobsters and a naive twenty-three-year-old woman truly have in common? Not a whole lot.  
“So, the big man says you’re a sunshine state gal,” Angelo broached, looking at her in the rear-view mirror. “What part ya from?”  
“San Francisco,” she replied. 
“Get outta here, I gotta cousin from my wife’s side who lives out there!” he laughed warmly. “Hey, how about those Giants, huh? We whooped ‘em big style this year!” 
“Oh, I don’t really follow baseball. I take it you’re a Yankees fan?” 
“Until my dying breath, toots!”  
The demeanour of the men set her at ease, even more so when they entered Manhattan, a place she had only been to once before. The buildings loomed huge overhead, Emily looking out of the window with curiosity filled eyes, Donny nudging Angelo and jerking his head back with a smile at her wonder.  
“Oh, it’s so fancy,” she exclaimed, looking up at the department store once they’d parked up and alighted the car, her gaze then falling down to her bare feet. Discomfort tingled through her chest and down her legs. “And I have to go in there like this.”  
“Eh, don’t you stress about it, you hear?” Angelo spoke, offering his arm. “You gonna get all fixed up even prettier than you are, I tell ya. Let’s go.” 
Donny swung the doors open, following them into the hustle and bustle of the store, Emily feeling like such a fish out of water as she gazed around. It was all so indulgent, so luxurious, and there she was, a poor girl from San Francisco, barefoot and makeup free, with her roots showing and her face all marked up. 
It didn’t take long for her appearance to draw stares. From clientele to staff alike. One particular woman working within the ladies' clothing section was absolutely not shy in looking her up and down several times, Emily dropping her head in embarrassment, letting her pale waves cover her face.  
Oh, no. That would not do. 
“Hey you, with the twisted-up mouth like a dog’s asshole,” Angelo began, clicking his fingers at the woman and pointing before him, pulling out a fat wad of bills from his pocket. “We got a lotta dough to spend in here, and it’s your job to make Miss Mortensen happy while she’s goin’ about it. So, set your face straight and hop to it.”  
Her eyes bulged at being handed a fifty, the woman fixing her face in a wide, friendly smile that had not existed prior to knowing that the well-dressed men and the poor looking, barefooted scrap who accompanied them were, in fact, likely the wealthiest people in the store. Maybe the girl was of some kind of European aristocracy, she wondered? Perhaps a little eccentric, hence the men’s clothes and bare feet?  
“Certainly, sir,” she nodded, turning to Emily with a smile. “Good morning, Miss Mortensen. My name is Ivy, and it would be my pleasure to show you some of our garments. What are we in the market for today?” 
“Everything, four times over,” Donny spoke, winking at Emily when she smiled up at him. “Go on, you go enjoy yourself. We’ll be right here, darlin’.” She was a little reluctant to move away from them, Donny remembering Luca specifically stating to treat her with care and never leave her alone, even for a second, watching her relax when he stepped forward and accompanied her as she began browsing the clothing.  
Dresses, blouses, skirts, pants, shoes, underwear, stockings, cardigans, shawls, purses and hats were all perused and gathered, Emily having a wail of a time trying everything on and playing model for her approving audience.  
“Beautiful, stunning, get in black, too!” Angelo enthused as she twirled in a deep red fringed dress, he and Donny clapping. She presumed them to be merely humouring her, of course thinking she was the boss’s girl, no matter how much she corrected them to the contrary. The two mafioso’s were genuinely having a good time with their young companion, though, watching this girl who looked like she’d never had two pennies to rub together suddenly catapulted into a world of splendour.  
“You need a fur too, toots. Here, feel this. Mink. Gorgeous, ain’t it? I got one for my wife last week. I swear, she’d sleep in the thing!” Angelo spoke, approaching with a gorgeous, pale grey coat. Emily placed her arms in, pulling it over her shoulders, turning to look at herself in the mirror.  
How was this her life?  
“How much is it?” she asked the assistant. 
“Two hundred and thirty dollars, Miss Mortensen.” 
She’d been adding it up in her head, her running total for the items she’d already chosen. God, it cost even more than all of them put together. Turning to Angelo, she bit her lip nervously. “Do I take it?” 
“Of course, ya take it! How much did your man give ya?” 
“A grand,” she confirmed, the burly man laughing softly. 
“Well, he gave me an extra G on top of that, should you go too wild. Told me to make sure you had a good time, so let’s see to gettin’ you a chinchilla too. You’ll need different ones for different outfits, amirite? I know you dames like that.”  
She had a thousand, and Angelo had a backup thousand. Good god, her head was spinning. The chinchilla coat was tried on, Emily falling in love with it, choosing an outfit to wear right away and going to dress while the assistant took her purchases to the sales desk and rang everything up. All in all, it came to seven hundred and twenty dollars.  
She felt faint.  
A trip to the cosmetics department, and she’d spent almost another hundred on high end makeup, perfume, face creams, necessities for her hair, etcetera. No matter how much the guys encouraged her, she still felt guilty, knowing it wasn’t her money and she hadn’t done a thing to earn it.  
“Yeah, you did,” Donny spoke after she had voiced that thought to him, his arms laden with bags as they left the store. “You saved the boss’s life by tellin’ him about what was under his car.” 
She supposed if that was the way Luca expressed his gratitude, she could live with it. Still, she would have settled for a place to stay for the night and only that all the same. Afterwards, she was whisked across the city to a beautiful Italian restaurant for lunch, Emily feeling much more confident about her appearance after applying some makeup on the ride over.  
“Well, toots,” Angelo began at the doors, taking her hand and kissing it. “We had a real good time with you, but this is where we leave ya. Don’t worry about your things, we’ll get it all back to Brooklyn.” 
“See ya, darlin’.” Donny spoke, offering her the same before they turned and left, Emily quite confused as the Maitre'd approached.  
“Miss Mortensen, your table is ready. Please follow me.” 
Were they really leaving her to dine in the city alone? How on earth would she get back to Brooklyn? She didn’t even know Luca’s address! All her thoughts swirled as her heart began to hammer, being led through the grand looking restaurant, Emily looking up and feeling her worries melt in an instant. 
“Well, don’t you scrub up beautiful, huh?” Luca spoke, rising to his feet and taking her hand, kissing it softly. “You have a good time with the guys?”  
“I did, thank you,” she spoke, suddenly feeling a little shy. “Thank you so much, too, for leaving me the cash. I have change, here.”  
At watching her delve a hand into her pocket, he shook his head, touching a hand to her arm. “No, doll. That’s your money, not mine.” God, she was just so adorable. No other woman he’d ever encountered would think to be that courteous as to try and return the cash she hadn’t spent to him. The man pulled in roughly two million a year, and here was this sweet little flower, trying to give him change.  
“How has your morning been so far?” she asked courteously, Luca taking the bottle of carbonated water from the table and pouring a glass for her. It still aggrieved him, that he couldn’t enjoy a good bottle of wine while in a restaurant. Fuck the Volstead Act.  
“Busy, mainly. It’s how I like it, though. Profitable, too.” Translation; he’d personally visited a man who was proving to be a growing pain in his ass regarding his rum running operations, and duly shot him in the face for his behaviour. He’d then called upon another who owed him money, and broken a finger for every week he’d been late to pay him. Four fingers had ended up bent out of shape, Luca walking away with his money plus a hefty late payment fee.  
It was good being king. 
It hit him then, realising that it had been a long, long time since anybody had asked him how his day had gone. It was so simple, yet so profound that she had the courtesy to genuinely inquire. The whores he fucked never did, obviously. His ex-wife seldom had, that was for sure. He rested his chin in a clasp between his thumb and forefingers as he viewed her inquisitively, Emily just about able to see the smile beginning to grow from beneath his hand.  
“What?” she asked, feeling uncomfortable to be caught in a gaze so focused. “Do I have something on my face?”  
He closed his eyes, laughing softly through his nose. Fucking adorable, and it killed him. “No, baby. I just can’t remember the last time I met a woman like you.”  
“I saw the girls in your joint last night,” she began, shrugging a little, “You must meet pretty girls all time. I mean, not that I think I’m exceptionally pretty or anything.” 
Leaning forward suddenly, he covered her hand with his. “True, doll. I do meet pretty gals all the damned time. But that ain’t what I meant.” That bold, evergreen gaze of his fixed upon her so strongly, her heart skipped, Emily swallowing hard. Being fixed with a gaze of such intensity, she didn’t know whether to be nervous or excited, so settled for an equal measure of both. “You’re not like other women.”  
Shyness crept over her, her cheeks colouring as she bit her lip, the tattooed hand resting atop hers gently squeezing. “How can you know that? You barely know me.”  
“True.” His eyebrows fluttered slightly, leaning back again as he removed the toothpick from between his teeth, pointing right at her with a narrow-eyed gaze. “Says a whole lot about you that I can, though, don’t it?”  
The conflict within her ran so rampant, for a few moments she felt a little queasy, shrinking into the collar of her fur coat more, the chinchilla pelt soft against her cheeks, cheeks that prickled cerise, wishing she could hide how her emotions betrayed her feeble attempt to remain passive.  
She needn’t have felt bad. Nobody was a match for Luca Changretta once he’d set himself to unravel them.  
“Oh, and by the way,” he began, standing, adjusting his suit a little before touching a hand to her shoulder as he leaned down. “You are exceptionally pretty. Excuse me a moment.”  
He walked away grinning, leaving here there practically boiling under her collar. “Rack ‘em up and knock ‘em down.” he muttered smugly, trying to ignore the tight pull of protest against his scheming arrogance when it jabbed him in the chest. The voice telling him his desire to know more about who she was as well as what she knew could pipe the hell down, too. As could his heartbeat.  
Fuck.  
After using the restroom, he returned to the table to find a waiter hovering, looking at him nervously. Fear or awe; they were usually the top two reactions invoked by his presence.  
“Rib eye, rare. Emily, have whatever you want.”  
Lifting up the menu, she quickly scanned the dishes, thinning her lips as she tried to make a decision rapidly, so as not to hold the waiter up. None of it was familiar to her. “What would you recommend?” she asked coyly, looking up at the young man with the crisp, white notepad in his hand.  
“The chicken piccata is our special today, miss. An exceptionally excellent dish.”  
She nodded, handing over the menu. “One of those, please.”  
“Certainly.”  
She let her coat fall from her shoulders, deciding she felt comfortable enough not to hide in it and pulling her arms out, letting it drape over the back of the chair. The dress she wore was beautiful, Luca noted, realising that no matter how humble and poor her beginnings were, she had very good taste. He also very much enjoyed the way the black lace hugged her tiny frame.  
God, she was so little. Five feet two, if that. He’d be scared of breaking her, if he ever got her underneath him, pressed her to his bed, let his hands and mouth wander over her... 
“Do you come here regularly?” 
Her question shattered the glass that housed his impure, lustful thoughts, Luca reaching for his water and taking a sip. “I used to all the time, but not so much recently. Don’t wanna run into my ex, but I know for fact she’s in Florida with the kids right now.” 
She had wondered over his marital status, noticing that his apartment didn’t contain a drop of anything that could be constituted as a female presence. “Oh, sorry that you guys broke up,” she spoke out of courtesy, not really knowing how else to reply. 
He sniffed, rolling the toothpick in his mouth over his lower lip with his tongue. “Don’t be, I’m not.”  
“Didn’t end well, huh?” 
“Nah. It’s probably mostly my fault, but yeah. Eighteen years over, because neither of us cared enough to save it. What about you? Any exes out there with burned bridges?”  
She laughed softly, shaking her head. She had to laugh, because little did he know but her involvement with men was so limited, it was fair to say she was severely stunted where relationships were concerned. Twenty-three and still a virgin by choice. Pathetic, really, she thought. Women her age were usually married with children, and she was still trying to find her way, but failing.  
He was giving her that look again, Emily feeling like she wanted to crawl under the table and hide from the intensity of his stare. Gathering herself a little, she quickly found something to take her mind of her sexual inadequacy. “So, these tattoos,” she began, tapping the number six atop his hand. “Do they hurt? How many do you have?” 
He couldn’t help himself. “Not much, it's a bit like a cat scratch. As for how many, maybe I’ll show you one day.”  
Her insides were reduced to smouldered ashes when he winked again, Luca watching her blush and drop her gaze. He truly couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed having the upper hand so much.  
And the arrogant fool still told himself that this was all it was.  
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Scenting and Marking
Day three of Spicytober featuring Naga Hizashi x Reader
( I do not own Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised. @lhcartoonist has requested to be tagged in the stories featuring Hizashi Yamada.)
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Wc: 938
Tw: ABO, hints to monster fucking, scenting, biting, slight blood.
 It was one of those rare three day weekends that both you and your mate Hizashi both had off from work. One of the various tasks you did on your time off was wash your laundry that had accumulated over the past few weeks. This time you needed to clean your sheets and remake your bed. This normally was a struggle for you as you had a giant bed for nesting. You were happy that your boyfriend was over to help you and spend time with you today. You were currently in the process of stripping your bed of the sheets and carrying the giant mass of your bedding to your laundry room when you heard a knock on the door. “Just a moment!” You called out and set your bedding by the washing machine in the back of your apartment and running to the front of your apartment and checking through the little hole in your door to see that Hizashi had arrived. You smiled and unlocked the door to let him in. You saw that he had a backpack on him along with a couple plastic bags of food in his hand as he slithered into your apartment. He probably had some work to get done while he was staying with you over the weekend.
“Hi honey, did you miss me?” He asked as he set his stuff down in your bedroom. “I did miss you.” You told him. He pulled you close and kissed you. “Why is your bed stripped?” He asked. “I’m washing my sheets. Can you help me remake my bed and scent my sheets? Your scent faded on them and I miss it. Your scent helps me sleep at night.” You requested. He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Of course. I’m glad my scent helps you sleep at night, baby. Why don’t you relax and put your feet up? I’ll get laundry started and make you something if you’re hungry.” He offered. You smiled at the idea and got yourself comfortable on the couch while your naga boyfriend went to start laundry. He came back a little while later and found you relaxing on the couch. “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” He asked. “Not right now. I just want you here. I want to cuddle in your coils. They support me so well.” You told him. He nodded and coiled up in the corner of your living room on the floor and invited you over. You got up and walked over to him and climbed into the center of your coils and got comfortable, soon after you had gotten yourself situated, you began to grow sleepy. “If you need to take a nap, go ahead, I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” He told you in a whisper. You nodded before promptly passing out. Hizashi pulled a blanket over you and laid down behind you.
A few hours later you had awoken from your nap and your mate was watching you lovingly. “Hello, princess. You’re so cute when you’re sleeping. Did you have a good nap?” He asked you as you sat up with a blanket wrapped around you.
“I sleep ok. Are the sheets ready?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes. “Yes. I made your bed too. I wanted to wait until you were awake to get the sheets scented for you.” He told you. You frowned and looked at him before the idea dawned on you and your eyes widened. “You want to mark me on my freshly washed sheets?” You asked. Your boyfriend nodded and kissed your cheek. “You’re so warm and cozy. Please, Baby? I noticed your marks have faded.” He said as he nuzzled into your neck. “Alright.” You said as your face had turned bright pink by now. He chuckled and carried you into the bedroom. You saw that he had made up your bed already and your nesting material was arranged for you to nest. You went to your bed and quickly made a nest and invited your reptilian boyfriend into your nest. He coiled around you and laid you down on the clean sheets. He kissed the place where your previous mark had faded and you blushed harder. He extended his fangs and grazed them over your skin. You gasped and arched your back a bit. “Someone’s sensitive~.” He teased. You let out a huff and he chuckled. He kissed you and went back to your neck. His scent of oranges and lemons began to fill your nostrils and make your mind a bit foggy. You moaned out as he bit down into your neck. You gripped onto the end of his tail that he had wrapped around your hand and he growled into your flesh.  You moaned out again and he pulled away. “All mine.” He spoke and kissed your head. He licked at the mark to clean up the small trickles of blood that had came from his bite. “All yours. I think my sheets smell like you now.” You told him and he chuckled. “Good. I love you Y/n. Thank you for letting me do this.” He spoke. “Of course, Hizashi. Just let me know whenever you want to mark me, ok?” You responded. He nodded and nuzzled into your neck and fell asleep. The End.
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arandommfer · 3 years
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We need more deranged Charlie content really
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adoresobs · 4 years
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- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )
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the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.
THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly
can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-
part one | part two | part three 
𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓
THE SONG
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you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.
“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.
userone quarantine got everyone looking rough
“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.
usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe
userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings
userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’
that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.
userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):
usersix we writing sad songs now-
“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”
userseven baby ur such a good person
usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive
usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh
“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”
userten shes so precious
usereleven timothée lost all this
usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying
your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.
“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”
you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.
“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”
“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”
“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”
you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.
“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.
“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.
“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”
“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this
userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):
userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”
“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.
“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”
“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.
“i, y/n l/n”
“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.
“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”
“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”
“i don’t recall that being what i said?”
“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.
“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY
userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry
usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-
“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”
“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.
“you know i care about you, right?”
“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.
timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”
“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.
“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”
“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.
timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.
“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”
“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”
“we both knew? or just you?”
“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD
arianagrande so proud of u xx
usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen
usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP
usertwentytwo can i be u pls
“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”
“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.
“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.
“admit it and the remote is all yours.”
“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.
“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.
“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”
you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.
“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”
your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.
usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight
usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!
your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”
harrystyles you sounded better than me
harrystyles think it’s your song now
usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>
“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.
the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.
your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.
my angel boy: hey
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american psycho, the company of wolves, beauty and the beast (og disney), beauty and the beast (disney remake), tim burton's sleepy hollow, the over the garden wall miniseries, disney's legend of sleepy hollow (lmao i want it to be fall so bad), sofia coppola's marie antoinette, sofia coppola's the beguiled, the innocents, fire walk with me, crimson peak, coppocula
Hoo boy! Stuffing this big series of answers below the cut.
American Psycho:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
Love it! I don't think the book would do it for me (I don't do well with graphic torture) but I thought the movie did a good job of showing us the kind of things he was doing, while also leaving enough ambiguity even before the twist at the end, and letting us sympathize with his depression (even if he can't name it) while also making him deeply unpleasant.
The Company of Wolves:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
Do I like it as a big feminist statement? Honestly, not really- there's no sympathy for any women who aren't Rosalie or maybe her mother, and I think we are supposed to be conflicted over whether the choice she makes at the end is the right one. Do I like it as an exploration of an adolescent female id? Absolutely. Sex and violence and terror and quests are all on her mind and are all equally awful and thrilling, and Rosalie wants what's bad for her and isn't sure it's actually bad for her and the balance of power is always see-sawing and the whole thing feels like the most amazing dream.
Beauty and the Beast (original):
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
I thought the Beast was too mean when I was a little kid and forming my Disney opinions- I might actually like it more now. This is probably why I like the Cocteau version, even though what he does is basically still just as bad, because at least he's not a dick about it (and Panna a nevtor, which plays it all for gothic horror.)
Sleepy Hollow:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
In retrospect, this one shows a lot of the problems that would later kill my love for Tim Burton, but it's still a lot of fun. The Hessian is genuinely scary, Johnny Depp is mugging a bit but it's not as bad as it would eventually get, and I want all the dresses.
Over the Garden Wall:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
Pure distilled autumn in its aspects of both harvest and death, fun and fear. It's a world based on vintage Halloween postcards and fairytales that don't actually exist but feel like they do. I love every character, and that momentary flash where we see what the Beast looks like haunts my nightmares. My only caveat is that I do sometimes have to tell other people to keep watching after Schoolyard Follies, there will be a plot I promise!
Disney's Legend of Sleepy Hollow:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
I think this is one of those where I never saw the whole thing, just the main song on one of those Best of Disney compilation videos. I'll at least give it credit for preserving the original story rather than making the Headless Horseman actually real (which I think most adaptations do because frankly the original story isn't long enough for feature length.)
Marie Antoinette:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
This seems like one of those movies where you've supposed to get into the mood of the music and the visuals more so than the plot or characters? I can get into that.
The Beguiled:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
I still don't know if I want to see this or not! The concept sounds cool and creepy, but I don't like the idea that these ladies are the good guys. Or maybe I'm wrong and nobody's supposed to be a good guy? Or maybe I should watch the grimier original since I unfortunately find young Clint Eastwood hot?
The Innocents:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
I'm personally of the opinion that the ghosts in The Turn of the Screw were real (it's just that screaming at a child is not a good way to exorcise them), but the deliberate ambiguity/unreliability of this version is also creepy in its own way. It's a much darker ghost story that you'd get from most big studio films of the time, certainly.
Fire Walk With Me:
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
This really did a good job of portraying its protagonist as a real person rather than just an object of clinical observation or perverse whimsy (which I think Twin Peaks the Return fell into.) It's just so heartbreakingly sensitive and Sheryl Lee does such a good job of portraying Laura as both kind and mean, loving and hateful, and absolutely the victim of someone she should have been able to trust. And then the end, where Cooper is smiling gently at her and the angel has come back and she's laughing in relief? Oh my god.
Crimson Peak
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
I didn't love this as much as I thought I would (maybe because I was spoiled about what was up with the Sharpes, or maybe because I didn't like the implication that Edith should have gone with the nice boy best friend she didn't love) but I'd still say it's a good entry in the gothic romance genre. Stunning clothes and scenery, great actors, scary ghosts, an ending open enough for fanfiction. If I picked this up as an Avon Satanic Gothic at a thrift store, I'd definitely be happy!
Coppocula (Bram Stoker's Dracula)
never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece
Oof. I don't want to be a snob about this. I've definitely liked Dracula movies that were wackier or dumber than this (looking at you, 2004 BBC version!) This one just breaks my heart because there's so much talent on display and I just. fucking. hate it! That soundtrack deserved a better movie. That red dress deserved a better movie. All the characters deserved better writing. Whenever someone tells me they love this movie, I have to nod and say that it's certainly beautiful looking, because I don't want to be a terrible gatekeeper, and if it was an original vampire story it might well be a guilty pleasure of mine. I just fucking hate it. On the bright side, it did give us Vlad the Poker in the What We Do in the Shadows movie, a pitch-fucking-perfect parody of Gary Oldman's Dracula, and the Nadja/Gregor plot in the What We Do in the Shadows tv show, a pitch-fucking-perfect deconstruction of the reincarnated wife trope.
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Gotham Lockdown 2020
Part 18
Summary: Love & surprises abound in Sionis’s buildings leading up to Christmas.
Arthur’s Note: After the some of the angst of At War and when they first met, as the writer it is nice returning to Gotham Lockdown 2020. This is where reader and Roman have come so far and still have a lot head of them like the grenade but that is still far off. This is nice and fluffy. I dedicate this to chapter to an amazing person and reader of my stories. Thank you for being awesome. (This is a take on your request!) lyrics from How You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra in italics at the end!
Roman rolled over in bed sighing. He had slept incredibly well after the frosting fight. You were certainly his little minx. Remembering, how your little tongue felt on his throat as you licked away some of the icing he had drawn there. He stretched, and a warm sense of contentment wash over him. Turning his head, he smiled as he saw your soft sleepy face near his on the pillow.
How had he gotten here, he mused for a moment. Dark violent, memories prickled at his mind. He could remember the people he dispatched people with Victor. He remembered the empty smiles, his cold bed. Now, everything was different. That made him happy.
Sure, he still killed from time to time, but with much more restraint. He had a solid empire in Gotham despite the silent killer that was still tormenting the world but he felt stronger about his place in the underworld of Gotham.
He went through these changes all because Victor had fucked or perhaps it had been destiny that had brought you hand cuffed to a chair downstairs. He could still recall how that beautiful wrap dress laid on your body.
Smiling, reaching up he brushed some hair from your cheek. He bit back a chuckle so as to not wake you. A smudge of green frosting laid on your cheek how had be missed that.
He sat up and carefully hung over you, bracing his hands on either side of you. He honestly couldn’t resist this. He bent down and easily licked what remained off.
“Roman?” You voice was deep and sleepy.
“Yes.” He chuckled. “I had missed a bit of frosting.”
You blinked and smiled. “I thought you had found it all.”
“I did too.” He rose an eyebrow playfully. “But, I should check. We don’t want you being sticky.”
Soon giggles filled the bedroom, the inspections turned into giggles. The two of you kissed, tickled and cuddles till you both were laying at angle across the bed.
You swallowed your breaths hard. “It’s no fair, you didn’t have as much frosting on you.” You pouted.
Roman raised himself on his elbow as he braced his cheek in his hand as he looked down at you. “I’ll have change that next time.”
“Yes you better mister.” You smiled.
“Today is very important.” He said, for first time that morning he sounded very serious.
You pressed a kiss on his upper arm. “Oh?”
“Hey that tickles. I was saying today is important. Don’t distract me with kisses.” He had tried to not smile and be serious but it wasn’t working.
“I thought that was my job as your fiancée was to distract you.”
He smirked. “Could be, I didn’t read the small print on what your job entailed.”
“Roman! You are supposed to read that! It’s crucial.” Giggling, you buried yourself into his chest.
He smiled. “I better go and read that right now.” He pretended to get out of bed and you pulled him back.
“So tell me sir, why is today important?”
“We have to put the star on the tree.”
“Oh yes! We need that up before Christmas next week.”
He nodded. “Yes! But also....” He added the silence to be mysterious. “And Victor and I are hosting a small dance part for the four of us downstairs in the club.” He loved how your eyes lit up.
“Oh Roman, that sounds amazing. I will have to get all dressed up.”
He smiled. “You better. I want to see how you were when you get dolled up for one of my meetings.”
Your eyes grew even larger. “Oh, that has been like forever.” You smiled even bigger. Your eyes glowed happily. “I remember how nervous I was. I wanted to look so good.”
“You did. I think the deal sealed since Killer Croc could not take those lizardy eyes off you.”
“Well,” you said filled with a smug air. “There is no one like me in the sewers.”
“No there certainly is not.” He bent down and kissed you, loving how one of your fingers laid on his cheek as he kissed you.
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“Baby, you should let me do it. I am alot taller afterall.” Roman chuckled.
“Oh? Are you? Right now I beg to differ.” You stood proudly on the top of the three step stool with your hands on your waist. The star under one arm.
Roman came over and was shorter but not by incredible amount. “Oh! You are so tall, what am I am to do?” He chuckled. He held a hand over his heart pretending to be in anguish.
Smiling, you climbed back down from the step stool. Once again, Roman towered over you as you stood before him. “There you are, perfect and at the wonderful height where I fell hard for you.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Here you go.” You giggled and handed him the star.
You watched as he effortlessly out the star on top.
“Is it straight?”
Grabbing the mug of hot chocolate the two of you shared, you backed up. You tilted your head from side to side. “A little over to the right.”
He moved it and rose his eyebrows.
“Now just a breath to the left.”
“And now?”
“Perfect.” Putting down the mug, you met him as he climbed down.
He wrapped his arms around you and looked up at the tree. “It looks great.”
You smiled. “It does.”
He smiled. “Want to see something special?”
You were intrigued. “Sure.”
He led you over to the where your winter coats hung and your boots. “We got to out these on for a moment.”
Holding your hand you slipped on your boots and then he did the same when you finished.
*****
“Roman’s its so cold.” You cried as the snow swirled around you. Your one hand dug into the pocked into your coat while your free hand still held his.
“Only another moment.”
The sun had disappeared the icy air held onto the snow and blew through the air.
“Ok here we are.” He stood behind you, laying his hands on your shoulders. He pointed.
You saw the twinkling of Christmas lights twinkling through Gotham. It looked like Gotham had become its own Christmas tree with lights. Everyone, despite the lockdown had strong holiday spirit.
“This is lovely Roman.” You shivered despite warming at this sweet moment.
He pulled you close. “I will always try and make this special for you. You made feel the real magic of the season.” He whispered.
“Oh Roman.” You teared up but then you sighed and your lips met.
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You were smoothening your stockings when Roman in a tux, leaned in the doorway and made you gasp. He whistled. You slipped into your shiny black heels and went over to him.
“Look at you!” You ran your hands up the black jacket. “How did you ever?”
He smiled. “I have my ways.” He looked you up and down. “As lovely as ever.”
You flushed. “I am not used to this. But it feels good.” You smiled.
“Once, we’re back where we were I am showing you off as much as I can.”
You pushed him. “I’m just me.”
“Yes, which is a knock out. Alright, let’s get this dance party started. I think Victor has brought down Doll-Face.”
“Alright! Let’s go!”
*****
He interlaced his fingers with you. Loving, how your perfume filled the air of the elevator. An eagerness filled him.
The elevator with a ding announced its arrival at the club. He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. “Go on into the club, let me get us a drink so it feels like old times.”
“Ok!”
He hung back and watched. He was happy that Victor was already there and the music was giving a good beat to the place.
Squeals, giggles and voices reached levels that the club had not heard in months. You had rounded the corner, Doll-Face and five of your closest friends were there.
Sticking back to the shadows, he went to the bar and began making the drinks for all of you. He eyed, the cheat sheet his main bartender had sent him a few nights ago. Before that he had only had known how to make his drink and yours, and made a poor version of Victor’s though thankfully the man usually drank a beer so he was easy.
There was a click of heels and he out down the Amaretto bottle because your arms were around his middle and he could barely breath in the best possible way. “You’re welcome baby.”
“Roman! I...I”
He turned to face you. “Go have fun.” He loved seeing how bright your eyes were and the wide grin across your face. “After putting up with me all these months and well this entire situation, you deserve to dance and drink with friends.”
You went up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re the best.” And then you fluttered off.
He only had to remake one of the drinks before he brought them out to you and the girls. He was also proud of himself that he had not spilled any of the drinks, that tray had been heavy.
He nodded and smiled as the girls once again thanked him for doing this. He was able to fend off some enthusiastic hugs. Despite them all being tested twice, the only girl he wanted to hug was his own. But seeing all their happy faces was nice. His club had been empty for far too long.
Smoothening, his suit jacket he went over and checked on Victor. “Thanks again for doing this.” He leaned against the DJ wall.
Victor smiled. “Nothing is too good for the girls. It was a shame Doll-Face didn’t have any friends we could invite.”
Roman, looked at him. “You can’t be completely surprised.”
Victor shrugged and nodded. “That’s the price of being the best female assassin in Gotham.”
Roman nodded. “At least, she became good friends with my girl.”
“Yeah, those two they are always plotting.” Victor chuckled as he cued up the next few songs.
“And you help them sometimes.” Roman quipped.
Victor scratched the back of his head. “Only sometimes.” He smiled.
*****
You felt as light and as bubbly as the champagne that Roman brought out later. This was so wonderful. They may have always been a pain from time to time; especially when they found out Roman was your boyfriend. Though they were all still friends and right now dancing to the music was exactly what you needed.
Clinking of heels and glasses and laughter bounced off the walls. The club had only, know your four voices these last few months. But now, with all of you dancing and having a good time. It felt for a brief moment like it had before the pandemic.
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Roman, you saw and smiled had gone up to one of places where he had liked to go and watched the action. “Woo!” He called out. “Who is having a good time?”
The girls and you erupted in cheers. You even screamed up an, I love you. More squeals filled the air as he moments later, he opened a bag of confetti and it billowed and rained down on all of you.
You unpinned your hair. You were not used to the dancing or all that it entailed. It had felt like old times catching up with them about how their lockdown had been going.
Hushed gasps and smiles were around the table as you all took a moment to catch your breathes when you held out your hand that held the elegant ring gave you. After this was all over they promised to give you the engagement party to remember.
*****
It was around three in the morning, when you finally collapsed onto the sofa. Every part of you ached but you were happy. Contently, you threw an arm over your eyes.
Hearing his footfalls you watched from under your arm as Roman came around the sofa opening his suit jacket before settling beside you, laying your legs in his lap. His hands gently rubbing your calves.
“Have a good time?” He smiled, giving you a sidelong glance.
You lowered your arm. “I am. That was amazing.”
“I’m glad. I think Doll-Face had a good time too.”
You blew some hair from your eyes. “I hope so.”
You sighed, with Roman’s aversion to germs and sometimes annoyance at how they sometimes treated you, you were really happy that he did this tonight.
“How did you manage all of this?”
He chuckled. “Being one of the most powerful man in Gotham, gives you the skills to surprise your girl and her friends for an unexpected dance party.�� He smirked.
“I knew there was a reason, I loved you.” You smiled and sitting up, nestling closer you rested a hand on his shoulder.
He chuckled. “Baby?”
“Yes?” You didn’t move, you were very comfy.
You felt him shift where he sat and the soft voice of Frank Sinatra filled the penthouse. “Dance with me?”
You lifted your head and smiled. “Of course. I was hoping the last dance of the night was with you.”
*****
Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
He held you close as Sinatra’s words swirl around the two of you.
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Smiling, at you took a tiny curl of confetti that had nestled close to one of your cheeks. It was almost like a flower clinging to you.
You smelled as sweetly and as beautiful as you did when the two of you had headed downstairs.
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin' my fear apart
And that laugh, wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
He met your eyes. “Y/N, I am still learning all this romantic stuff even after all this time.” He grimaced. “It just was never part of me till, I met you.”
“Roman!” You hugged him tight. “I wouldn’t change anything about you.”
He smiled, he was a lucky man. “That’s why you’re my girl. But this,” He twirled his finger. Something, he had used to do so often, those little things one forgets when in a lockdown. He was reminded of when he first had done it, it he could order you a drink. “this song speaks of some of the love I have for you.”
Your eyes met, your eyes twinkling in the light from the Christmas tree as you danced and continued to move as one, made him one happy man.
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Julie’s incredibly aesthetic incredibly autumny list of movies that she maybe recommends:
Alright! Hi there! 
My name is Julie, and I really love fall. I love hot tea, warm blankets, candles, ghost stories, fog and I really, really love rain. I never get tired of any of the aspects of fall, but I think the easiest way to really soak up the atmosphere (aside from amazing books, which I don’t really have the time for), is movies! Here, “autumny” movies. 
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But that’s a really vague term, and I think many people have a very individual idea of what a fall movie is, that don’t really line up with mine. So the most obvious thing seems to me, to make one myself. 
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I’m guessing one, maybe two or three people will see this, and I count myself as one of them. The others (hej Sif og Malin!!) might not even get to read this, but if they do, I hope they like it. I hope you like it, Malin and Sif! Also, I love you! And miss you!
Right. I’ve seen a lot of examples of the “list of movies to watch in the fall/autumn”, and they’re all fine and great, but I guess I’ve never been completely satisfied with them, as I mentioned. 
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So after like 10 minutes of research, I’ve made up my own list, of movies I thought seemed interesting or just plain cozy and nice. I admit, they aren’t ranked, sorry, and I haven’t watched all of them, so a good deal of these will really just be mentioned because of optimism. Also, I don’t think there’s a lot of scary ones, so don't worry. 
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And I promise I will mention if they’re very spooky. I’ll put a warning like: “Warning! Spooky!”, at the top or something. That should do it. 
Lets get started! :-)
1. Practical Magic
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This first one I actually saw some years ago, with my mom, when I was much younger. I liked it, but I have a feeling I will like it even more, if I watch it today. A really classic halloween, witchy movie, that was surprisingly touching in the family aspect!
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Official synopsis: 
Two witch sisters, raised by their eccentric aunts in a small town, face closed-minded prejudice and a curse which threatens to prevent them ever finding lasting love.
//Not very spooky, as I remember it. But good! Lovely witchy aesthetics!
2. Silence of the Lamps
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Ugh, I love this movie! That might be a not so good thing to say, it’s really twisted. But I like how creepy it always is, no matter how much i watch it, and how the twists and turns never fail to be interesting, even though I know the plot by heart now. I love Clarisse, I love the foggy, grim nature of the movie, and I don’t really love Hannibal, he’s creepy, but you can’t deny that Anthony Hopkins really carry this movie! Perfect serial killer acting. If that’s a thing.
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Official Synopsis: 
A young F.B.I. cadet must receive the help of an incarcerated and manipulative cannibal killer to help catch another serial killer, a madman who skins his victims.
//VERY spooky! Or just plain scary. Sif - do not watch!! Many people are killed in many, gross ways.
3. Witch
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Haven’t seen this one! I really want to, and have since it came out, but there haven’t really been any (legal) places to see it. I love the tension that was present even in the trailer, and the whole aspect of an oppressed young girl evolving and breaking free in the scariest way possible is really interesting. Not all horror movies are my thing, but I really hope this one will be! And I love everything about witches, so.
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Official synopsis:
A family in 1630s New England is torn apart by the forces of witchcraft, black magic, and possession.
//Warning! Just from the trailer, I can conclude that this one is very scary.
4. Julie and Julia
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This one I haven’t actually seen either! I think I’ve spotted among my mom’s dvds, but nope, haven’t seen it. I don’t really know a lot about Julia Child either, but it seems like a super-heartwarming film, so I hurried to include it!
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Official Synopsis:
Julia Child's story of her start in the cooking profession is intertwined with blogger Julie Powell's 2002 challenge to cook all the recipes in Child's first book.
//This one seems safe.
5. The Addams Family (Both of them are good!)
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This one, the “first” one, I saw last year. It’s actually a remake of an older movie, which is apparently based on an even older comic -who knew? And there’s a second one, following this one, I might add later. But tt was so good! Gah! I loved it, and I’m definitely rewatching this year. Wow the whole vibe of this family is fantastic, and I wish more families in movies were as dedicated to an aesthetic as the Addams! Watch it! It’s so nice!
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Official Synopsis:
Con artists plan to fleece an eccentric family using an accomplice who claims to be their long-lost uncle.
//I know it seems scary, but trust me, it’s fine! It’s really more funny than spooky. You’ll enjoy it, trust me!
6. Hocus Pocus
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Alright, never seen this one! But when I joined tumblr, the americans were always bringing this one up, and it’s always included in those lists I was talking about earlier, and again, witches, so a no-brainer for me, to include on this list. Man I can’t wait to see it, I hope I’ll like it.
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Official Synopsis:
A curious youngster moves to Salem, where he struggles to fit in before awakening a trio of diabolical witches that were executed in the 17th century.
//I have no idea what the spooky-level is in this, but it doesn’t seem that bad.
7. Halloween (the original)
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I have wanted to see this in FOREVER! It’s such a classic, and a really iconic, classic, older horror movie. I don’t actually know why I haven’t seen it yet, it might only be because there was no place to watch it, the last time I checked. I hope it has changed, I really want to see it. It has all the classic tropes, and a scary serial killer, it really is a peak-halloween movie. Spot-on name, huh!
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Official Synopsis:
Fifteen years after murdering his sister on Halloween night 1963, Michael Myers escapes from a mental hospital and returns to the small town of Haddonfield, Illinois to kill again.
//Might be a bit too scary for some. 
8. The Princess Bride
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This is so good!! All the characters are straight of a fairy tale (literally), but they’re neither flat or boring. And the love story! Ah! I loooove it! I really enjoyed it last year, when I watched it, so I understand why it’s become such a classic. And there’s so many iconic lines in this movie. The whole mood of it is such good, and the plot isn’t the craziest thing, so watch it to relax!
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Official Synopsis:
While home sick in bed, a young boy's grandfather reads him the story of a farmboy-turned-pirate who encounters numerous obstacles, enemies and allies in his quest to be reunited with his true love.
//Not scary, fret not!
9. The Craft
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Have never seen or heard about this movie, until the morning, when I compiled this list. I kind of want to though, now that I’m promised 90′s teenage witches. Hell yeah! The more witches the merrier!
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Official Synopsis:
A newcomer to a Catholic prep high school falls in with a trio of outcast teenage girls who practice witchcraft, and they all soon conjure up various spells and curses against those who anger them.
//No idea how spooky. Might be a little scary.
10. Sleepy Hollow (the one with Johnny Depp)
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The legend of the Headless Horseman is famous, so that one I know. But this movie, which is based on that story, I haven’t seen. I can guess, though, the vibe from it’s original source material, and Johnny Depp and the male lead, and that makes me want to watch it! Also, how can you not, when you see all that fog?? So spooky and mysterious! I love fog!
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Official Synopsis:
Ichabod Crane is sent to Sleepy Hollow to investigate the decapitations of three people, with the culprit being the legendary apparition, The Headless Horseman.
//Might be, like, ghost story-spooky. Or Tim Burton-spooky. Either of those. Hm. I don’t think it’s that bad? 
11. Scream
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I LOVE SCREAM. SUCH AN ICONIC HORROR MOVIE. THANK YOU FOR USING ALL THOSE CLASSIC TROPES!! I love everything about this movie, and I might actually put it on when I’m done with this post, and watch it with a cup of tea and some popcorn if I can find some. The characters are delightfully flat and simple, what you see is what you get, and that actually makes this movie even better! It really feels like you’re watching THE halloween movie, it’s delightfully creepy and spooky, and I love it all. So. Much. Also - the lovely 90′s aesthetic is very much present in this one!
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Official Synopsis:
A year after the murder of her mother, a teenage girl is terrorized by a new killer, who targets the girl and her friends by using horror films as part of a deadly game.
//Spooky! If serial killers are not you thing, don’t watch it. Not that it’s my thing either, but, uh, if watching characters be chased and killed off by a masked individual really freaks you out, stay clear of this one :-)
12. Dark Shadows
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Love this movie. Watched it in the cinema, have it on DVD, have watched it numerous times since, and I always enjoy it. Another Depp-movie, and he really pulls it off in this one, as a creepy but also weirdly funny vampire, who has lost his one true love, and wakes up in the 70′s (i think), to help his relatives, now living in his ancestral home, with getting back on their feet. A lot of wild stuff happens in this movie, and I adore it.
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Official Synopsis:
An imprisoned vampire, Barnabas Collins, is set free and returns to his ancestral home, where his dysfunctional descendants are in need of his protection.
//Actually not that spooky! It’s not that bad, I think. Some places are a little scary, but there’s enough of humor present, that it should be fine!
13. Eve’s Bayou
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I had never heard of this movie until this morning! But wow! It looks so dramatic and promising, doesn’t it? We will just have to see, I guess!
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Official Synopsis:
What did little Eve see--and how will it haunt her? Husband, father and womanizer Louis Batiste is the head of an affluent family, but it's the women who rule this gothic world of secrets, lies and mystic forces.
//I have no idea. Really. I hope it’s a little bit spooky!
14. Clue
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I have just played the game, sorry. And I enjoyed that, so I hope I will enjoy this too! No, I know I will, I love these stories, with really defined characters, like when someone is named “the soldier”, or “the socialite”. I’m sold, when stories like that are introduced to me. I really want to watch this movie! Also - young Tim Curry! Cool!
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Official Synopsis:
Six guests are anonymously invited to a strange mansion for dinner, but after their host is killed, they must cooperate with the staff to identify the murderer as the bodies pile up.
//Nah. You’re good, with this one. Don’t worry.
15. Every Agatha Christie Movie
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Yeah, sorry I want to watch every single film adaptation of her stories, and love them dearly. None of them can be bad, to me. But the only one I have watched, is the “Murder of the Orient Express”, and if I have to describe how much i love this one, this list will go on for much too long. I just really love this movie. I love the characters, I love the scenography, I love the choreography, just - Everything! It’s so pretty, and you will NEVER figure out the ending! I didn’t, at least. Watch it! It’s so good!
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Official Synopsis:
When a murder occurs on the train on which he's travelling, celebrated detective Hercule Poirot is recruited to solve the case.
//Don’t worry about spookyness - there’s none! But watch it! 
16. Twilight
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Perfect Autumn vibes! There is darkness, fog, rain, coldness, weird pale vampires, a nice love story - and most of it is out in a forest! Amazing! This whole movie seems to consist of only blue and green tones, in varying degrees of darkness, and I always sit with the feeling, that i can almost smell the rain and damp earth in these scenes. Great movie! Even greater use of atmosphere!
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Official Synopsis:
Bella Swan moves to Forks and encounters Edward Cullen, a gorgeous boy with a secret.
//Not spooky!
17. Knives Out
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Saw this in the cinema with my brother! I really love the main characters, and the plot is great too - I couldn't figure it out at all! I think it is a very creative, “new! approach to a murder mystery, and I applaud! Very autumny, very great sweaters from the female lead! Actually most of them have nice clothes, for this crisp, cold mystery movie!
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Official Synopsis:
A detective investigates the death of a patriarch of an eccentric, combative family.
//Not very spooky! Don’t worry!
18. 10 Things I Hate About You
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I watched this when i was like, 12, and definitely didn’t appreciate it. I think it based on Shakespeare’s “The Taming of the Shrew”. It’s one the best Rom-Coms I’ve ever seen! The dialogue is funny, the acting is fine, and the love stories are very cute! Also, I just adore Kate, like, in general! She’s so sour and surly! Watch this one, when you want to unwind and relax! Maybe with your friends. Or alone, that’s cool too!
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Official Synopsis:
A pretty, popular teenager can't go out on a date until her ill-tempered older sister does.
//Not spooky, lol.
19. Mona Lisa Smile
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I haven’t seen this one, except for the very last few minutes, on evening when my mom and I was zapping channels. So I have very little, very confusing knowledge of this movie, based on an ending, with no context. But my friend told me about it once, and wow, it sounds heartwarming! And Julia Roberts is pretty great, normally!
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Official Synopsis:
A free-thinking art professor teaches conservative 1950s Wellesley girls to question their traditional social roles.
//Not spooky!
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Well then! That was all the movies I had the time to compile this morning! I might add more, I’m sure there’s a few classics, I have forgotten!
I hope you have a great fall, with many chances to be with your family and friends, and experience all the amazing things this read, yellow, brown and orange season has to offer! Have a great day - and thank you for reading!
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- Julie :-)
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Fandom: Homestuck
AU: Godstuck, but with more cults
Chapter(s): 1/??
Ship/Pairing: Dirk/Lil Hal
Summary: Hal needs to feed to survive at this point in his everlasting life. Being a god isn’t easy, especially not when you have virtually no followers. But he’s not god now. He’s a leech. And he needs Dirk to be his host if he wants to survive any longer as a god.
Author Note: Chapter one! I hope you all enjoy! I will be posting this on Archive of Our Own as well, and links will be provided once I do so! I hope you enjoy!
This party sucked.
It wasn't the fact that the party itself was bad, but the suckyness of the party predominately came from Dirk himself. Things that he used to enjoy, like this shitty party, felt like they were slowly getting crappier and crappier over time. Whether it was boredom or how they always seemed to go the same, he couldn't quite tell. But it sucked to Dirk. Everyone else was having a good time, and part of him was jealous of them for that, but he felt like it sucked.
But of course it sucked for Dirk. Dirk Strider, forever sitting on the couch, making boring idle conversation, waiting to get himself drunk. Dirk Strider, always embarrassing himself when he gets drunk. Dirk Strider, waking up in the morning with a shitty hangover and a will in his mind that he was never drinking again. Parties weren't awful, but he just couldn't get why he wasn't enjoying them anymore.
Maybe because of the monotony of his actions at these parties, or maybe he was becoming more of a homebody. The latter option made the most sense to him right off the bat. He was spending more time at home, but he blamed that mostly on school and how it was so vigorously kicking his ass at the moment.
The blonde took a sip of probably one of the grossest IPA's he's ever drank before setting the bottle down and deciding he was done with it. It was almost full.
Music played, people were dancing, the air was hot and humid with their sweat. It was kinda gross. Deciding he needed a break, he shoved his way out of the living room and into the back yard, greeted by a cold yet refreshing gust of night air as he stumbled upon what seemed to be a beer pong tournament? Except all frat-dudes involved seemed way too fucked up. Amber eyes scoped the scene before settling upon three mostly empty tequila bottles on the floor. Ah. Tequila pong.
Considering the last time he decided to play the one way alcohol poisoning game of Tequila pong, he decided against it. Nope. Never again.
Reasoning being, nobody wanted to watch him try to jump from the roof and into the neighbor's pool and fail again. That entire incident ended with a broken wrist and a written apology.
But see? He used to think this was fun. Now he was bored, tired, and couldn't wait to put on his pajamas and fuzzy socks when he got home.
He needed to find Roxy.
Turning around to head back inside, he struggled through the living room and made his way towards the kitchen, only to run into a very frazzled looking Jane dealing with a very stoned freshman he didn't recognize.
"Hey, where's Roxy?" Dirk asked, grabbing some paper towels and handing them to Jane as she tried desperately to clean up a green mess that the freshman seemed to have spilled. The freshman seemed cool with it. Hell, Dirk wasn't even sure if the freshman noticed that he had spilled half of whatever the fuck that green stuff was all over the front of him. He was blazed as fuck.
"Last place I saw her was in the garage getting more drinks, but that couldn't have been more than twenty minutes ago," Jane replied, gratefully taking the paper towels and using them to sop up the green mess. "By the way," the brunette huffed, straightening up and dumping the dirty trash into the bin, "This is Gamzee, he's the foreign exchange student I've been mentoring."
"How's it been, brother? Long time no see," Gamzee grins, his voice deep and laced with an accent he didn't recognize. The stoner reached over and clapped a large hand on Dirk's back, possibly getting some of that goop on his shirt.
Dirk has never met this kid in his life.
"Uh...it's been good," Dirk says slowly, taking a step away from Gamzee as he turned back to Jane, "Look, if you get the chance to talk to Roxy, let her know I'm headed home. Glad for the invite though, that was cool of her. Don't think this kind of stuff is my thing anymore though." Hm. Maybe a little too much information for now. He didn't want to offend Roxy for inviting him to these, he knew she genuinely enjoyed them and that he used to too. But might as well be honest, right?
"Oh, uhm, alright," Jane replied, seeming a little taken aback by Dirk's bluntness. "I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Dirk nodded, briefly eyeing Gamzee warily before making his way out of the party. Part of him kinda felt bad for the guy. He seemed stoned out of his mind. But hey, at least even he was having a good time.
The party had been hosted at a nearby fraternity house that was only about three blocks from the school, making it only about a twenty-ish minute walk back to his dorms, which wasn't too bad. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he quickly sent a text to Roxy, just in case Jane didn't get the chance to relay the message.
headed home. thanks for the invite.
Dirk knew Roxy worried about him sometimes. Especially these past few months since his particularly messy breakup with his ex. But that was a story for another day.
It didn't take long for him to reach his dorm, quickly changing out of his plain jeans and t-shirt and into his beloved fuzzy socks, sweatpants and hoodie. It was a cold night and he might as well get comfortable for the night.
Flopping onto the bed, he couldn't help but lie there for a second. The room was completely quiet, other than the gentle hum of the heater running and the soft thump of his heart beating. Glancing at his clock on his desk, it was only ten forty-five. It wasn't even that late. But why did he feel so fucking tired? He lied still on his bed for as long as he could manage, legs dangling over the side as he shifted and shoved his face into his pillow, only to immediately sit up in distaste as a red line formed across his face from his shades.
Right. He was wearing those.
Dirk took them off and set them on his desk next to his bed before getting settled in. Snuggled in a thick duvet, laptop in his lap, he grabbed his glasses off of his desk. Trading comfort over style, he guessed. It was a miracle he could get those wack-ass shades as prescription, but he was from Hollywood and wasn't about to read too deep into this and you shouldn't either.
Was he tired? Yes. But it was more like the slightly sleepy that led into boredom that led into him browsing the internet for a couple of hours.
An hour and a half later, Dirk found himself falling down the rabbit hole of food network youtube videos on how to make gourmet gushers when an unfamiliar notification popped up. It was from Pesterchum, what was essentially a remake of the now outdated Skype, but he didn't recognize the message that appeared.
autoResponder [AR] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT]
AR: Hey. Ever wondered what ascension is like?
The name autoResponder immediately made Dirk think this was a bot messaging him. But that didn't make sense. The only way someone could message him would be if he gave them his username himself, but he couldn't remember giving anyone his username recently. He honestly didn't even use Pesterchum that much lately anyways because of how busy he's been with school. This totally had to be a bot. But it hadn't sent him any weird links yet or offered to show him boobs. Or maybe it was a hacker trying to give his laptop a virus. But he could handle that. Maybe it would be fun to fuck with this guy. If he was going to try to send him a virus he would well deserve it.
Just as he started to type a response back, he got another message.
AR: Ever wondered what happens after death?
Dirk's fingers hesitated. Now this was starting to sound a little more religious-y. But it gave more of the vibe of those signs you drive by on road trips. The ones paid for by Biblethumpers who had nothing better to do but shove god in every aspect of life, including road trips apparently.
Another message.
AR: Ever wondered what happens when everything becomes void, Dirk?
Dirk closed his laptop.
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write streddie being soft uwu
Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*
Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*
Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!
Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!
Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*
Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!
Richie: No it didn’t!!
Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*
Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*
Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me
Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!
Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*
Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends
Stan: Can we watch a scary one?
Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*
Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*
Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*
Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!
Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-
Richie: It was scooby doo
Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?
Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?
Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*
Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*
Time: kachow
Richie: EDWARD
Stan: Eddieeeeeee
Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*
Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*
Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*
Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*
Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*
Stan: *stan* hi
Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys
Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know
Richie: we love you too, dork
Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*
Stan: *sleep oclock*
Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*
Time: kachow
Rain: kapow
Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?
Stan: *sl33p*
Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*
Thunder: KACHOW
Rain: YEEHAW
Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*
Richie: *literally falls* FUCK
Stan: *awakens* What-??
Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-
Thunder & Lightning: A
Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*
Stan: *hugs edward part 2*
Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*
Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*
Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*
Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*
Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*
Stan: *pat* it’s really late
Thunder: ahaha H
Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep
Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*
Thunder: PENIS SAUCE
Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*
Morning: peenids
Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*
Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*
Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!
Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch
Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*
Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?
Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*
Stan: you’re such an idiot
Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*
Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot
Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot
Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT
Richie: you look like a burnt egg
Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN
Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast
Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*
Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*
Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan
Richie: too BAD
Stan: iM FINE-!
Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other
Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!
Stan: I do that’s a fact right there
Eddie: I'm so offended
Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie
Richie: *l33ch*
Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold
Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*
Stan: *stans into the kitchen*
Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*
Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*
Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing
Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*
Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*
Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS
Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds
Stan: cool!!
Richie: can we get food there teehee
Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*
Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*
Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?
Eddie: I've been saving it up!
Richie: nice job, my guy
Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*
Eddie: *kisses the Stan*
Stan: *kisses the edward*
Richie: ewww get a room
Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before
Stan: you WATCHED??
Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn
Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv
Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??
Richie: no we weren’t dumbass
Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!
Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*
Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*
Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*
Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft
Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*
Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-
Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep
Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew
Eddie: *yawns*
Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie
Stan: I know right?
Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*
Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*
Richie: *:(*
Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*
Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*
Stan: *hugs the b0ys*
Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*
Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*
Richie: gET A ROOOOM
Eddie: STANLEY WHY
Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-
Richie: HAHA GAY
Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-
Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises
Stan: *GAY PANIC*
Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-
Richie: I’m just telling the truth
Stan: *red x28338383*
Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-
Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*
Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn
Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*
Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite
Stan: *dYing*
Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*
Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds
Stan: *red flavor*
Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold
Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*
Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*
Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*
Richie: *also sleep heehee*
Phone: kachow my guy
Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*
Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?
Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*
Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*
Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*
Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*
Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*
Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*
Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*
Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*
Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*
Later o’clock: hola
Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*
Stan: *sleep?*
Eddie: *still sleep on stan*
Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*
Stan: *aWAKENS*
Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*
Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?
Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again
Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh
Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up
Stan: *quiet clapping*
Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*
Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*
Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up
Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*
Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*
Stan: *witnesses*
Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*
Richie: wow this is pretty gay
Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?
Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*
Eddie: *big blush man*
Richie: *yeehaw x22*
Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp
Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ
Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them
Richie: nO WE ARENT
Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV
Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND
Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*
Stan: nooooo
Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!
Stan: Oh sure!!
Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?
Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*
Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly
Stan: hmmm maybe
Eddie: wow yall are so nice
Stan: oh shut up we love you
Richie: accurate
Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!
Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT
Richie: what the hell why
Stan: uHHHH
Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21
Stan: oh god- *car*
Richie: fucking christ *car*
-at the mall-
Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST
Bev: i dont know- Hooters?
Richie: I’m gay
Stan: I’m also gay
Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-
Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings
Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters
Stan: no what the fuck rich
Eddie: Richie-!!
Richie: what i’m just telling the truth
Stan: oh my god
Eddie: *holds Stans hand*
Stan: *:D*
Richie: *insect*
Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*
Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young
Stan: *>:”0*
Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*
Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine
Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*
Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*
Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH
Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT
Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord
Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*
Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*
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gotov-otvechat-blog · 6 years
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The theft of a hoodie
pairing: Bucky x reader
word count: 2.3 k
summary: cheesy fluff, sushi, and a stolen hoodie [shit summary I know, but spoilers ;)]
warning: like probably none, just one (1) cheesy Bucky. oh and a really bad joke. I warned you
a/n: this is gonna be a little bit scattered, as I wrote this while neglecting studying bio for the exam the next day and now I'm neglecting studying maths but like who gives a ---. any way this idea came to me while after I bought this oversized hoodie and just had to write it down. and thank you so much @jitterbuck for reading this before hand you are pure and sweet and deserve the world.
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It was a late hazy Sunday afternoon; Sundays were always weird to you, they held a certain tinge of sadness and drowsiness to them, the like a post-weekend depression. Sitting down in the Avengers living room, you were curled up in a bundle of blankets with a book in your hand, staring out the window, watching the rain softly descend from the light stormy sky.
Gentle tapping soothed your mind as the peace sunken into you turned you into almost a trans-like state. Your mind wandered to and from different topics, and it wasn’t long before it settled back on a James Buchanan Barnes, who occupied your thoughts more often than not. The two of you spent a considerable amount of time together, watching movies, wandering the city together, trying new things so you could help Bucky find a new hobby. You helped him with his nightmares, and he grounded you in the moment. The thing was, you didn’t know what you were. You weren't friends. Both of you knew that. Nevertheless, maybe a label was something that the two of you didn't need.
Besides that point, Sundays were usually a relaxing time for the Avengers, after training in the morning, everyone just spread out through the compound or went out.
Wanda and Vision were out for date night, something the two of them did at least once a week, which you thought was very cute, the rest of the team complained about them being too mushy but as soon as the couple turned away most of them would practically fangirl over them, which was comical in its self. Nat and Clint left a while ago arguing about Natasha having developed a new poison fro Clint to try, and he caught her trying to slip it into his coffee, to which Nat replied the last one was not too bad, leaving Clint huffing about how the constant dizziness when he stood up almost drove him crazy. The last you saw of Tony was him yelling at Steve for chucking his cell phone at Tony’s head because of he was annoying Steve.  Bruce muttered something along the lines of late for yoga again while speed walking as whilst Thor asked him what yoga was and Clint asked if he could come too, to which Bruce replied with a hasty yelp of ‘NO’ then grumbled about how he spends way too much time with them, at which you chuckled. Bucky was bickering at Sam putting magnets on his arm and threatened to put an explosive in his wings so that they blow up the next time he uses them.
All that was hours ago, and you hadn’t noticed how the sky had gone dark and a massive storm replaced the lightweight rain. Your body was stiff and aching from sitting in the same position for so long. You let out a groan as you stood up, picked up your blankets as your stomach growled. While you headed to your room you thought about what would be the easiest to do for food. with your eyes trained on the blankets and the book in your arm, you ultimately didn’t notice Bucky standing in front of you with his phone out. As you crashed into him, you ricocheted backwards as he dropped his phone on the ground and put his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t lookin-” you started saying as you lifted your head and your eyes met Bucky’s.
“Where were you? I’ve been trying to find you for like an hour.” His eyes were a little wide, and voice sounded just a little anxious. “I’m sorry, you just had me worried there doll.”
“I was in the living room reading.”
“I didn’t see you there when I walked by earlier,” he commented, eyebrows furrowed, sending a questioning look your way as he knelt down to pick up his disregarded phone.
“I was sitting behind the couch facing the windows,” your voice got quiet, and guilt crept up as you looked down. You hated making Bucky worry.
“Anyway, its um very late but I was wondering if you wanted to get food, or order take out maybe?” Bucky had a look in his eye that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.
“Sushi?” you asked. Ever since you introduced it to him, it actually became one of his favorite foods.
The best part of it was you trying to teach him how to use chopsticks. It was an absolute disaster but an unforgettable night. At one point he just stabbed the roll with one of them and brought it up to his mouth but just before he could eat it fell on his lap, and he looked down at it, so heartbroken with puppy eyes and a pout that you just about died of laughter right there. But then he ate yours off of your chopstick right before you put the roll in your mouth, and smiled at you, his cheeks full of sushi almost as if he were so proud of himself. Your laughter never stopped, but then you decided to make another attempt at teaching him how to use them Then that lead to you holding his hands to position them to keep the chopstick properly, which lead to the two of you getting lost in the moment and Sam and Tony coughing loudly at the same time.
“Yeah sure, I'll order and meet you in my room? Also, I get to choose the movie this time. Saw was fucking creepy,” his voice echoed as he walked down the hall and visibly shuddered at the mention of the night that the two of you binged all the Saw movies.
“Says the hundred and one-year-old assassin!” you laughed.
“That guy has issues far worse than mine, and you know it!” he called out as he disappeared down the corner of the hall.
You shook your head and laughed at him while making way to your room so you could dump all the blankets and get a hoodie instead.
As you rummaged around you couldn’t find your favorite one, and so you settled for another one of your best ones. Most of your hoodies were oversized, so on lazy days it always felt like a huge soft, warm hug. You made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked in and threw yourself on his bed as he stood by the window finishing the order.
“Did you order my usual?” you asked while sorting his pillows into the most comfortable positions.
“You know I did.” He sat next to you and turned on the tv.
You cuddled up next to him as he lies down leaning his back against the headboard. An idea pops into your head.  
“Wanna watch the 2017 remake of King Kong? I haven’t seen it yet,”  you looked up at him as you asked.
His breath got caught in his throat and he just merely nodded at you, not that you had noticed.
A good twenty minutes into the film, the food had arrived, and Bucky went to collect it, which is when you noticed something. That hoodie looked eerily similar to your favorite which had magically vanished into thin air. It also was just the tiniest bit too small on his body, especially having trouble accommodating his broad shoulders. You giggled at the thoughts and decided to start the interrogation when he returned.
Just about ten minutes later he walked into the room, boxes of food piled up in his arms. Right before he was about to announce that dinner is served (because he is the dork of the century), you jumped up at the opportunity to catch him by surprise so that he would be honest with you.
“Hey Bucky, is that my hoodie, by any chance?” you stood on your knees so that you were at the same eyesight.
He thought you were way too close to him, and you shouldn't be wearing another one of your oversized hoodies he loved so damn much but wouldn't admit to. Your messy hair and snoozy eyes staring up at him in a challenge, asking him a question he wasn't ready to confront himself about.
“Uh, well, um, no,” his cheeks flushed, eyes widened, and he froze an antelope in headlights [i know I know don’t kill me]. “ I, got this hoodie when last time Steve and I went to Brooklyn.
“Really? Because mine was just about exactly the same, coincidence?” Oh teasing him was just about your favorite hobby.
“Yeah, coincidence,” he mumbled. Even the tips of his ears were turning into a shade of red.
You laughed at him, “ Is there a reason why its just a little bit too small for you?”
“It's comfier?” his statement hung in the air like an unanswered question.
“Okay, mister coincidence.” You had your share of teasing him for the night. You weren't that bothered by the theft of your best article of clothing; after all, it was Bucky and the fact that he stole your clothes just made your heart flutter and try to tear itself into little pieces. “ Let's eat before you turn into Nat’s hair.”
Both of you sat down on the bed and resumed the movie, opening the food boxes and laying them down between yourselves. You put the poxes together when you finished and then threw them in the trash. Your body was catching on to the sleepiness of your mind, and you made your way beak to cuddling Bucky. By the ending of the movie, you were almost asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap and his fingers threading through hair.
A low grumbling voice broke you out of your half dazed sleep, as he quietly asked: “Do you want it back, doll?”
Your brain didn't comprehend what he had said this late in the night, as well as how you were practically purring at the slow tug and faint scratches through your hair. His fingers stilled before he repeated himself.
“Do you want the hoodie back?” There was an edge to his voice, almost like he was on the verge of building up walls around himself to shield off any pain that may come from the oncoming conversation.
When you didn't answer since you were practically dozing off, he decided an explanation for his actions was due.
“I’m sorry for stealing it. It's just that your hoodies are always so big and comfy that they actually fit me, they smell like you, and they comfort me when you’re gone, and just everything about them is so you.” The words behind Bucky's lilting low voice made you lift your head up, and your eyes cover over with concern.
“I was teasing you earlier, Bucky. I love that you stole it and then bashfully denied that it was mine.” with your words, Bucky finally dared to look at you, with a small smile playing on the corner of his mouth. “Granted it was my favorite hoodie...” you grumbled playfully.
You were now fully facing him, with your weight distributed between the both of your hands on the bed, which rapidly changed with Bucky tackling you and landing on top while the two of you bounced on the bed.
Both of you burst out laughing, and without a second of thinking, Bucky closed the distance between your lips. Just as fast as he did that he pulled away fearful that he stepped over your boundaries, instinctively ready to hide, resulting in a soft peck that left you wanting, craving for more.
"Come back here right this second you thief. You already stole my hoodie, don't you dare rob me of my well-deserved kisses and happiness," your sleepy voice demanded of him, and this time it was his heart that was warming up and beaming from every angle.
"Right before I do-"
You cut off him speaking to mesh your lips against his, your delirious sleepy brain, not at all comprehending that this wasn't one of your many dreams. The tiny groan coming from the back of his throat spurged you on, and you ran your tongue along his lip before opening his mouth and delving deeper into the kiss.
Without pulling away, he muttered against your lips what he was previously was trying to say.
"What I was going to say earlier before I was so rudely interrupted was that would you do a favor for me?"
"There's very little I wouldn't do for you right now, as long as it gets you mouth back on mine: I'd set the entire world on fire," you sighed jokingly while rubbing your nose on his. Dear universe, you were happy that you could do this to him now.
"Would you wear your hoodie for a few days? It's starting to lose your scent, and that's actually one of the things I love most about it," his puppy eyes that he pulled out every time he asked anything, pleading with you.
You snorted at the notation. " You do see the irony of asking me to wear my hoodie, right?"
He let out a huff of laughter that passed through his body into yours, travelling through it, sending shivers down your spine as he put his face between the space of your neck and shoulder.
"Oh shut up. I thought I was cute and sweet."
"Cheesy."
One word out of you got him to give up another huff of laughter. He was so high over the moon for you.
"You promised me kisses, Barnes. If I don't get them, I will set the world on fire."
"I thought the deal was you do what I asked?" he questioned, his mouth got unbelievably close to yours, and you glanced down to see them in a perfect shade of red and pink.
"I'd told you I'd do anything."
"I'd say get on it then." It was mere seconds before the smirk was wiped off his face.
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bearhyog-blog · 7 years
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So... I’ve been missing. I needed some time for myself, I was really down and I just wanted to take a break from existing basically. I haven’t kept in touch with anyone, not even picking up the phone from grandma. I don’t know why specifically but I can tell you what has been happening in my life lately.
But before all that, I just want to take the time to thank you for keeping me up to date with your life and for always remembering me. I received your present last Friday and that made me sooooooooooooooooooooo happy. You have no idea, my favourite thing to colour is animals ^^ also, mom LOVED her calender, she hung it up on our living room and told me to thank you while complimenting your kindness and “foolishness” from wasting money on her. So thank you, thank you very much for your words, your actions and the postcards! They’re really well thought out and it makes my heart warm to know that I have someone who loves me, even if we’re far apart.
Where do I begin though.
As you know, I’ve been promised a job. I’m still waiting for it because the guy is so utterly busy he just can’t find the time to make videos with me. I don’t know, I’m disappointed I guess. Again. Mom also talked to the lady who was going to give me a ton of work and she also said she’s too busy. I might have a shot at teaching english 101 but the burocracy is crazy and idek how to handle situations like that, its all so complicated, my god. So I’ve been a little sad regarding that. But hey! I finished my portfolio if you wanna check it out. I’ll be adding stuff to it as I make more stuff. Here’s the link:  https://marquesara.wixsite.com/portfolio
What else is new? Ah! Since I’ve been feeling so lost and just down, I took on a little project. At first, it was going to be a turtle but the money to keep one is sooooooo much that I decided on dwarf hamsters. They’re very cute. They’re also kinda boring because they don’t interact with us but eh they’re nice to look at and feed and stuff. At first I got two: Francis and Sebastian. I read online that males are usually more calm than females so I decided on two males. AND I build their cage out of a plastic storage box, that wood flooring they have, cardbox as bed and stairs a wheel, a bird nest and feeding / drinking objects. It gave me a purpose, you know? And I was a little happier for a little while. They now live in my closet because my cats are crazy killers and they don’t leave the poor things alone. So during the day I leave the door open from the closet so they can see sunlight while I keep the door to my room closed so they can’t get in. At night I close the closet and leave the door open for the cats if they want to sleep on my bed. Oh! But that’s not all. I went back for a third mouse because the box was just so big for 2 little creatures. When I got to the store I said I wanted to take one more and the lady went. “We have two here but one is not for sale because he doesn’t have a leg so we can’t sell that one.” but I had noticed that one of the hamsters I had home had a limp so I told her that and she apologized and said I could take it back and they’d give me the money back for it. I said no way! The creature is no less of a creature because it has a limp! So the lady said she would offer me one hamster instead. I agreed to that (duh) but I saw that there was only one left in the cage so I told her I’d take that one too so he wouldn’t be alone. So now I have four hamsters living in my room. Oh! The others’ names are Aiden and Josh. They’re all named after characters from shows I love hahaha
Still on the animal train, we have Lolita! Lolita is a very pretty, young cat who gave birth to three kittens last month. She belongs to a friend of grandma’s and the poor cat got pregnant basically because the woman won’t sterilize her and she didn’t want to hear the cat whine so she let her free. Someone found her on the street, shaking, quivering in fear under a car and with major weight loss. Instantly, I wanted to take Lolita from that woman. And I might. I’m going to propose to her that I take her to the vet and do an aids test on her. I can’t add an aids cat in my family but I can help with the kittens. Mom wants to adopt one so we might just do that. Or take them all to the vet for responsible adoptions, because wtf... People are so selfish. I spent a whole hour in her house with Lolita and her kittens. Lolita is so gentle and thin and her cubs are still so small they can’t even meow sometimes. One is black and white, the other is white with brown spots and the other one is white and bege. They’re ALL adorable. But this kind of thing triggers me. I know I can’t be the super hero, saving all the animals but that makes me sad and just bleh.
Moving onward, in a talk with mom she said I had my savings from my childhood in the house and not in the bank anymore and it was a decent amount so instead of just worrying about the future all the time and seeing mom getting so stressed about money, I took her with me to the mall nearest, to Primark so we could both get some new clothes. She was really happy so we went once again days later. I paid for all of it. It wasn’t much but it was something we could never afford if it wasn’t for the savings since mom isn’t doing so well in her job. Anyway, I got sunglasses from dad that cost 25 CENTS!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that’s how cheap that store is. You can get amazing deals. He was so happy for the random present hahahaha. I also then took a little more cash out of the envelope and told mom to come with me to a store nearby where the supermarket is, she was confused and asked why so I asked her “black, white or gold”? She was even more confused but on our way there she yells “YOU’RE NOT BUYING ME A PHONE ARE YOU?”. Let’s just say mom’s phone belongs in the 1700s and it has a lot of issues. So I searched online and I got a great deal from that store. Mom was FLOORED. It was nice to see. She’s been so down too so I wanted to cheer her up a bit! And it worked, she loved the phone. It’s no Terminator but it works fine, so ^^
I also got you a couple cute things but idk when I’ll be sending them because our post office is working like SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! I’m super mad at them. Remember when I told you I had some stuff from ebay coming? ONE IS STILL NOT HERE DUE TO A TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY. I was so pissed at them I emailed them to insult the crap out of them. Sigh. I hope it comes back soon or I’ll destroy the company with my screams.
Mom bought me an aloe vera plant.
I started washing my hair with shampoo after 1 year of flour. It’s organic, biologic and plant-based blah blah so that I can finally not have flour in my hair all the time but still don’t damage it with chemicals. I didn’t even know such things existed LOL but at the mall I saw this store glowing green and checked it out and NOW I AM FREE OF FLOUR HAHAHAHAHAH
In the meantime, I went to two funerals. No one I knew personally but they were family of family, you know? It made me remember to pray, I had forgotten the words hahahaha. And I like churches, they look old and historical and smell wooden-y hahahaahah I’m an idiot.
Anyway, basically I just dug myself a hole and covered it. I’m ready to resurface now, bit by bit. Thank the lord for TV series. Spoiler alert, Jon Snow sleeps with a very hot woman. LOL But what’s really got me going is this series called Being Human and it’s SOOOOOOOOOOO good. It’s about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost who live together. They’re all friends against their species “rules”. It’s so dramatic and violent and romantic and emotional and omg I just want to marry Josh, he’s my little Teddy Bear. You should check it out! I think you’d like it. Don’t watch the UK version, that SUCKS. Watch the US remake. Ughhhhhhhh. I even wrote fanfiction about me and Josh HAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA It’s silly but when you’re by yourself that’s what you do.
I just... I really can’t explain it. I fell like Alice in Wonderland (idk if you’ll get the reference or if you saw the movie) but she falls down this hole in the ground and there’s all sorts of things she sees around her like tea pots and chess tables and singing butterflies AS SHE FALLS (more like floats down). And then I felt trapped, I didn’t know which way to go. Should I wait for work here, should I just pack my things and go to Ireland? It’s all so blurry and I think the anxiety of it all caught up to me.
Which reminds me! I upped my meds and they’re working well :)
What else...
Hmmm, oh I have the flu -_- I think I caught it from a kid at dad’s house the other day I went there to have dinner with them. I feel like I weigh 1000000000000kg but it’s all physical, you know? Clogged nose, horrible dry cough, bit of a fever. Nothing that won’t cure itself. 
I think that’s all there is to tell, actually. The rest of my days I just spend watching shows with mom, sleeping the day away because the meds make me sleepy, walking Mel, taking naps, and more naps. Oh right! And I’m doing therapy too. They stopped the OCD therapy for now because I believe I’m in a good place right now, controllable state that I don’t need a doctor to continue with my treatment for that. But now we’re going all the way back to my childhood and why I only have nightmares and why do I dream of the same guy over and over who I didn’t even date but like... it was a crush in MIDDLE SCHOOL. She basically said I’m emotionally damaged (what a surprise) and that led to consequences such as not liking men unless they’re fictional. But we just started on that so we’ll see where this goes. I think that put me down too, I had to write about every guy I had been involved even at 12 years old and I hated remembering all those times and people and that ALSO contributed to me not being in the brightest of mood.
Then I tried joining a RP as JB from GOT7 because he’s a hot piece of ass. I was on like 7 different dates, not even kidding but I lost interest because they were too easy. I left and joined as Yeeun. No one talked to me so I left again and came back as Ken and his ex from a rp like... two years ago is there and it’s so awkward I just stopped showing. 
And that has been my life!
You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and I wanted to talk to you but I just didn’t have the strength... I’m sorry about that and for not being there when you needed me, I truly feel so bad. But I’m here now okay? And I’ll even rewind here so that we don’t clog the messenger feed (which we tend to do a lot)
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