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pittsick · 20 days ago

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY.

summary: your boyfriend is an ass. ignoring you for days, making you cry at every little occasion, and now breaking up with you over text? fuck him. but for dodge, that’s a chance of telling you how he have been feeling for months now.

pairing: dodge mason x afab!reader.

cw: +18. mdni. 2.4k words. mention of a toxic relationship. messy makeout. praise. gentle touches. dry-humping. breasts play. nipples play. semi-public. fingering. mutual pining.

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Dot’s was always too bright in the mornings. Fluorescents buzzed like angry bees overhead, cutting across the diner’s chipped linoleum floor and gleaming off the counter’s old chrome. You’d stopped noticing it months ago. Started moving on autopilot through breakfast shifts: refilling coffee, balancing plates on aching wrists, folding stiff smiles when regulars called you doll.

You weren’t supposed to be here today. You’d picked up the shift because your boyfriend bailed on weekend plans again. Said he had something important come up. Didn’t answer when you asked what. Just left you unread and humming with that sick feeling you always got—like you’d done something wrong by asking.

Dodge had clocked you from the minute you walked in.

He didn’t usually notice much. Not because he wasn’t paying attention—more like, he paid attention too much. Too close. Too careful. He never asked questions, never gave away what he was thinking, just sort of… watched.

But today? You hadn’t done your usual greeting. Hadn’t smiled. Just tied your apron too tight and buried yourself in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes harder than they needed and avoiding everyone’s eyes.

And Dodge noticed that. Dodge always noticed you.

You barely spoke outside of work. Not because he didn’t want to. He just never knew how. Every time you got close enough to talk, he’d clamp up, fumble something stupid like asking for the mop bucket or mumble some sarcastic thing that came out wrong. And you’d laugh it off, kind of sweet, like he hadn’t just tried and failed to impress you. Again.

So yeah, Dodge kept his distance. But not today.

You didn’t think anyone would come out back.

You’d taken the trash to the alley behind Dot’s after close—somewhere you could be alone. Somewhere you could sit with your back to the brick wall and cry into your apron without a coworker asking what was wrong. You didn’t even realize your phone was still in your hand until the screen lit up.

Brett: “stop making everything so dramatic lol.”

Brett: “i told you i was busy, you’re not my mom.”

Brett: “yk what let’s break up anyway i found someone else”

You swiped the notifications away. Then dropped your phone in your lap like it burned.

You’d texted him one thing. “Are we still on for Sunday?” After three days of silence. And now you were the needy one. The clingy one. You hated how your heart twisted even then, how you still wanted him to text something softer. Anything. But breaking up through text? That was low, even for him.

The door clanked open, and you scrambled to wipe your face. It was Dodge.

Of course it was Dodge.

He stopped short when he saw you. Just a long, frozen moment with his hand on the doorframe, his body half-shadowed in the dim alley light. “You alright?” he asked gruffly. You didn’t look at him. You knew your eyes were red, mascara smudged to hell. “Yeah,” you lied.

He didn’t move. “No, you’re not.”

That was the thing about Dodge. He never said the right thing—but he said things. Plain and unsweetened, like black coffee. Sometimes it stung worse than silence.

You sniffed and tried to smile. “Didn’t mean to make a scene.” He finally stepped out into the alley, letting the door shut behind him with a heavy clunk. “You’re not making a scene. You’re hiding.”

“I guess.”

He crossed his arms. His jaw was tight, tongue pressing into his cheek like he was working up the nerve to say something he’d regret. “It’s about Brett again, uh?” he asked finally, nodding toward your phone. You looked away. “How do you even know?”

“I heard the notifications during shift. You flinched like they hit you.”

That shut you up.

Dodge sat beside you. Not too close. Just enough to share the same concrete wall, the same dull streetlamp glow. You realized then he wasn’t in his apron anymore—he must’ve clocked out already. He didn’t smell like fryer grease. He smelled like heat and motor oil and faint cologne.

“It’s none of your business,” you said, voice quiet. “I know it ain’t.” He dragged a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Still pisses me off.”

“Why?” You asked it without thinking. And then immediately regretted it—because he turned his head, looking at you like really looking, and something in his face cracked open.

“‘Cause you deserve better than some piece of shit who makes you cry behind dumpsters,” Dodge muttered. “That reason good enough?” Your throat closed up.

It was too quiet now. No more dishes clattering inside. No more diner music bleeding through the walls. Just you. Him. Your heartbeat thudding loud enough to make your skin ache.

“He–We just broke up but he’s not that bad…” you offered weakly. Dodge scoffed. “Yeah. He’s only a dick when he feels like it. What a prize.”

You flinched. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“I’m not—” Dodge stopped himself. Sat forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. “I’m not trying to be. I just… I see you every damn day putting in all this work, going home to someone who doesn’t give a shit. It makes me crazy.”

That made you blink. “You… notice me?”

He laughed, short and humorless. “Jesus, how could I not?” It was the way he said it—like you were the sun and he’d been trying not to look too long, scared of getting burned. You stared at him. His throat bobbed. And then something inside you tipped forward, like gravity pulling you closer without asking.

He didn’t stop you.

You leaned in, just enough for your shoulder to brush his. And then his hand was on your knee—tentative, calloused, warm. “I keep thinking,” he murmured, “if you were mine—I wouldn’t leave you waiting around for scraps.”

You felt like the air had gone electric.

He looked up. His eyes were storm-dark, storm-deep, and all that held-back want came surging forward in the space between you.

“You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” you whispered, breath hitching.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to believe you.”

And then you kissed him.

It was clumsy, at first—needy, uneven, all teeth and ache—but Dodge responded like a dam breaking. His hands found your waist and hauled you into his lap like he’d been dreaming about it for months. You straddled him, knees pressing to either side of his hips, lips swollen and fingers tangled in his collar. He leaned backwards to rest his back against the brick wall.

Dodge groaned when you rolled your hips against his. God, that sound—guttural and rough in your ear like he didn’t mean to let it out. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered between kisses. “Watching you walk around Dot’s in those stupid little aprons. Talking all sweet to assholes who don’t deserve it.”

You gasped as his hands squeezed your thighs, tugging you closer. “Dodge…”

“Say my name again,” he rasped. “Sounds better coming from you than anyone.”

You shivered. One of his hands slipped beneath your shirt, palm dragging slow over your lower back. Not greedy—careful. Like he wanted to feel every inch of skin he could without crossing a line you didn’t ask for.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against your jaw, breath hot. “And I will. But if you don’t…” You shook your head. “Don’t stop.” He kissed you harder.

It wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t some horny back-alley quickie. It was months of longing in a single breath—his mouth moving with hungry tenderness, his hips grinding against you slow, deliberate, like he wanted to leave you shaking just from friction alone.

You whined into his mouth, hips rutting down against the thick press of him through his jeans. He gasped your name this time—sharp, almost broken—and gripped your waist tighter.

“Fuck,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so good.” Your hand slid up the back of his neck, into his hair. “I wish it had been you,” you whispered. “Not him. I wish it had been you all along.”

That broke him.

“Can I touch you?” He groaned against your mouth and you nodded as a reply; not wanting to pull your lips away from his own.

He surged up and kissed you like he wanted to carve his name into you. Fingers trailing under your shirt, under your bra, rough palms cupping your breasts and groaning when you arched into him.

You cried out softly as his thumb flicked your nipple, mouth dragging down your neck. He was trying to restrain himself. You could feel it—every harsh exhale, every strangled moan pressed into your throat.

“Please,” you murmured.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice cracking. “I’ll give you anything. Anything, baby.” He lifted your shirt up.

That word—baby—made your stomach twist. You rolled your hips down again and he choked on a groan, hands spreading possessively over your hips. “You deserve someone who wants to see you happy,” Dodge said, kissing between your breasts, voice tight. “Not someone who makes you cry alone in the fucking dark.”

You kissed him again, deep and trembling. Concrete bit your knees. But none of it mattered. Not with Dodge looking at you like that—like you were the only thing in the world he wanted to touch without gloves. Like he’d burn himself on you and say thank you.

“Y’really want this?” he asked, voice ragged. His thumbs swept your waist, dragging soft friction under your shirt when it fell down. “I need you to tell me.”

You nodded, too breathless to speak. But he didn’t move. His eyes searched for yours—slow, steady, nothing but honesty. “Not just ‘cause you’re hurting,” he said. “Not ‘cause I’m here. I need it to be real.”

You swallowed, heart stuttering. “It is. I want you.”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you again—slower this time, savoring the shape of your mouth like it meant something. And it did. God, it did. His hands roamed under your shirt with aching reverence, calloused fingertips brushing your ribs, dragging heat through your skin until you gasped against him.

“I think about this all the time,” he murmured into your mouth. “What your skin would feel like. What you’d sound like.”

You whined, arching when his palms cupped your breasts, thumbs grazing the swell of them through your bra. It was clumsy, reverent, his breath catching like he hadn’t expected you to let him.

“Can I…” He trailed off, waiting.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”

He groaned, low in his throat, and slid your shirt up again—just enough to unclasp your bra. The second it loosened, your nipples hardened in the air, and Dodge’s hands went still. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so—goddamn. Look at you.”

His thumbs brushed over your nipples, slow and shaky. Your breath hitched. The way he touched you—so careful, almost nervous; made your chest tighten.

“You’re shaking,” you said softly.

“Yeah.” His laugh was short, breathless. “Been thinking about this for so long. Thought I’d forget how to breathe.” You kissed him again, messy and sweet. “Then don’t think. Just touch me.”

That broke the last of his restraint.

His mouth moved to your neck, tongue tracing heat beneath your ear, lips sucking soft marks you’d feel for days. And his hands—god, his hands; he cupped your breasts like they were something fragile, something holy. He thumbed your nipples until they pebbled hard, then leaned down, catching one between his lips.

You gasped, your hips jerking forward. He groaned against your skin, suckling greedily, tongue circling, then flicking. You felt a warmth in your stomach, taking over your body. So sweet.

“Dodge—fuck… feels so good.” That lit something in him. He looked up at you, mouth wet, eyes dark. “Say it again.” You whimpered. “Feels so good. You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” His voice was husky, hands dragging down your sides until he found the waistband of your pants. “Wanna make you feel even better. Can I…?”

He didn’t finish the question—but you knew what he meant. You nodded. “Please.”

He breathed out like he’d been punched. One hand slid down, trembling with restraint as he popped your button, eased the zipper down, and slipped beneath the fabric. You felt his fingers slide your panties to the side, digits brushing against your warm skin.

“Holy shit,” he rasped. “You’re soaked.”

You shivered. “Been wanting this since you touched me.”

He kissed you, rougher this time, and his fingers finally dipped between your folds—slow, reverent, like he didn’t want to rush a single second.

You gasped as his thumb circled your clit, just light enough to tease. Then lower, two fingers slipping inside, thick and curling just right. Your body arched, grinding down against his hand with a whine. You felt them rubbing against your walls like Dodge was searching for a treasure inside you.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take what you need, baby.”

You rocked against him, and he moaned—just from watching you, from feeling you squeeze around his fingers. His other hand came back to your chest, thumb flicking your nipple in rhythm with his thrusts. He pulled on your bud, rolling it in between his fingers all while watching your reaction. After a moment, his digits found your sweet spot, torturing it in the sweetest way.

“God,” you panted. “Dodge, please, don’t stop—” Your eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure.

“I won’t.” His voice cracked. “You’re fuckin’ perfect like this. So warm. So wet for me.”

You clenched around him. “F-Fuck, I’m close—” Your thighs shook and your head rolled to the dark sky, lips parting.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Wanna feel you fall apart.” He talked before his mouth latched on your nipple again, sucking and rolling his tongue. He was a starved man.

And you did—legs trembling, breath ragged, back arching as you cried out his name and he let go of your nipple in a loud wet pop. He held you through it, fingers curling steady, mouth kissing your throat while you rode every wave. It was powerful, and made you see white for a second.

When you finally stilled, he slid his fingers out and kissed your temple, panting. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time you smiled at me,” he whispered.

You leaned into his chest, boneless and warm. “Then do it again another time.” He laughed softly, holding you tighter. “You sure?”

You nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.” His arms wrapped around you, strong and sure, and for the first time in a long time—you felt safe. Seen. Wanted. And this time, you weren’t crying behind the diner.

You were falling into someone who wanted you whole. Someone who’d never leave you unread or break with you through text.

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jordiemeow · 2 months ago

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MISC BOT DUMP ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

15/04/25

featuring characters from: challengers, west side story, panic, house of the dragon & marvel

prefacing this with a big fat thank u for 700 followers <3 not proofread in the slightest and very badly tagged but that's okay!! got drafts for fics for a lot of these so. Hmm eventually

still have other reqs to get through but saving those for after anniversary :) rafe lovers u r not forgotten.

gender neutral unless specified otherwise. have fun

enjoy ! <3

CHALLENGERS

SERVE(ING PAPERS)

patrick zweig x user

Your marriage was doomed from the start. Everyone pretended otherwise, and it took you a decade to come to that conclusion, but hey. Frontal lobe development, and all that. The point is you're sick and tired of the fighting and infidelity on both sides. Time to get a divorce.

ANOTHER ONE?

art donaldson x user (m4f)

Art's happy with his life, don't get him wrong. He loves likes his career, adores his wife, and Lily is the absolute light of his life. But it's because he loves your little family so much that he's been thinking about expanding it... how about another one?

WEST SIDE STORY

PLEASE DON'T GO

riff lorton x user

Fancy fuckin' school you managed to get yourself accepted into. All was well and dandy before you dropped the news that it meant you'd have to move away and leave him behind. So instead of telling you he'll miss you, he takes the childish route. What happened to loyalty, huh?

NOT ON MY WATCH

riff lorton x user (m4f)

Pretty girl like you is too good to be seen hanging around with the likes of him. You have a future ahead of you—you don't need to be wasting time with some boy you took pity on as a kid for having a crackhead momma. Cutting you out of his life is a necessity, he tells himself... until he spots some member of the Sharks hitting on you a few months later. Absolutely-fucking-not.

LONG TIME NO SEE

balkan jackson x user

It's been a hell of a long time since you've seen him. Keeping a roof over your head is tough, and Balkan is in too deep with the Jets to worry about maintaining friendships. But when he gets into a fight on the wrong side of town, you're the person he turns to. Maybe he just misses you.

PANIC

DADDY'S LIL ANGEL

dodge mason x user (m4f)

Dodge willingly attending church? Unheard of! But when he realises how pretty the preacher's daughter is, he finds himself attending worship. (Not for God, of course. For you.) He's on his best behaviour around you, he swears, but it's getting increasingly hard not to test how hellbent you are on saving yourself for marriage.

A SHOULDER TO CRY ON

dodge mason x user

If you asked his sister, she'd tell you Dodge has the emotional intelligence of a rock. Definitely not the most ideal person to find you crying in the kitchen after a rough shift at Dot's, but you mean a lot to him. Maybe he can lend you a shoulder to cry on... just don't stain his shirt, please.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

HEAVY IS THE HEAD

rhaenyra targaryen x user (wlw)

Lucerys is dead, Daemon has disappeared with Caraxes, and Rhaenyra's council is driving her up the wall with their arguing. But amidst all that chaos, she's able to find solace in the company of her lady's maid: you.

THE NEW QUEEN

alicent hightower x user

When Alicent told you that she had some news to share, you did not expect this. Perhaps that some knight asked for her favour, or that she had a new prayer book to share... not that she was marrying your father. Seven Hells, what has she gotten herself into?

FRIEND OR FOE?

jacaerys velaryon x user (m4f)

In theory, Jacaerys should be avoiding you at all costs. Your father is a supporter of the Hightowers, openly expressing his favour for Aegon on the throne. And yet despite it all, he finds himself seeking out your company more often than not—you aren't like the rest of them, he's sure of it.

MARVEL

PETALS AND PENITENCE

peter parker (tasm) x user

Surprise! Your best friend is Spider-man! And you are not happy about the fact he's kept this very life-altering secret from you, his closest companion. When you decide to ignore him after his accidental reveal, he realises he has to take matters into his own hands—a grand gesture, maybe. It's a pity the flowers got so wrecked in his bag, though.

LAST ONES STANDING

natasha romanoff x user

In the aftermath of the Blip, everything changed. But, five years after the initial disappearance of half the world's population, things are returning to some form of normalcy. Or, at the very least, you're still as infuriatingly optimistic as Natasha remembers.

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN

steve rogers x user

When you enlisted as a medic during the Second World War, Steve was proud of you. He couldn't serve his country, but you could. That was, of course, until Dr. Abraham Erskine took a chance on a poor kid from Brooklyn. Now you're both changing lives for the better, and he's never been more happy to see an old friend.

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trinabreakingdown · 2 months ago

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little sneak peak of what’s coming up

bot drop coming next satuday I think!!

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moeblob · 8 months ago

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He's just a lil bot, your honor!

#detroit become human #astro bot #connor rk800 #HES JUST A LIL BOT and hes really cute and i saw his lil animation with the fish #and im like thats such a good bot what a good bean #he panics and saves it and gives the tank lil kissies #havent played astro bot myself but thats a cute lil guy

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sprunkimortality · 5 months ago

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Fun Bot during the whole thing with Gray and MFC:

#sprunki #sprunki incredibox #incredibox sprunki #sprunki au #sprunki mortality #sprunki mortality au #sprunki fun bot #you think he'd be sleeping soundly with his big bro literally screaming and having a panic attack?? naaaahh #anyways yeah bro overheard everything #he just wants to shut down guys 😔#🕛

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tashism · 5 months ago

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he didn't mean to come inside. hell, he thought you were out — he's mad that he was wrong. he can't keep slipping up on stuff like that, knowing where you are. not because he's afraid he'll get caught, but because he's worried about keeping you safe. your dirty boots, your messy night stand, the condom wrapper on it. that must've been from friday night; friday night was the only night he couldn't keep his eyes on you. he can't help the way his stomach churns just thinking about it. did he have an ugly snare? were his hands clean? was he gentle with you?

your soft sobs hit his ears like church bells.

the floor creaks under his heavy boots as he rounded the corner, peaking into the sun soaked bathroom. this is the closest he's ever gotten to you outside of work. your head shoots up, your eyes widen, your lips part. you look like a fawn. he just stands there, calm and adoring. you're crying about nothing, you're always crying about nothing. you look terrified and he could faint — he's never seen you look so pretty. neither of you move, his fingers curled around the rotting wood of the doorway and your arms wrapped around your knees. for a second, you just stare. he can see into your mind but you can't see into his, you never will. then it's the heavy steps of a fat man, the cocking of a shotgun, and the yells of your father. you watch dodge run out to his truck, the same truck you see most nights, the same truck you thought belonged to your neighbor's boytoy.

you can't help but hope he comes back - you always feel safer with that chevy around.

#panic #dodge mason #stalker!dodge mason #gonna need to make a bot #evaspeaks

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happenssweet · 5 months ago

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ᯓ★ holly holy | dodge mason

ᯓ★ art class | tashi duncan

ᯓ★ andromeda | art donaldson

ᯓ★ little person | patrick zweig

ᯓ★ bella donna | tashi duncan

ᯓ★ the air that i breathe | art donaldson

ᯓ★ hard day's night | patrick zweig

ᯓ★ howl | art donaldson

ᯓ★ nights in white satin | patrick zweig

ᯓ★ treehouse | patrick zweig

holly holy - neil diamond

art class - beabadoobee

andromeda - weyes blood

little person - matt maltese

bella donna - stevie nicks

the air that i breathe - the hollies

hard day's night - the beatles

howl - alexandra savior

nights in white satin - the moody blues

treehouse - alex g

got a little self indulgent this week hehe

holly holy bot based on this blurb i wrote a while ago

hard day's night patrick based off of grey's anatomy pilot

i am aware that art smoking weed in college is deeply out of character... let's just have fun

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faiszt · 2 months ago

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𝅭⠀dragonrider⠀.⠀jacaerys velaryon⠀૮⠀what was it like to be a dragonrider? you’d never know, you couldn’t even imagine, but he was willing to let you try to understand that sweet feeling and a little more so. ⠀stark !user ⠀·⠀୧

𝅭⠀pretty little lie⠀.⠀rhaenyra targaryen⠀૮⠀definitely, the princess had never been so upset and angry before. how could you do this to her? making out with some random royal guard? this was so... so disgusting, because she thought she should be in his place.⠀⠀!wlw⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀REQ

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀ONE TREE HILL:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀how does it feel to be forgotten?⠀.⠀nathan scott⠀૮⠀a word to describe nathan? pathetic. the man who showed up at your wedding, pretending to be happy for you, talking like a friend, all that when he just wanted you to not forget him ’cause he’s a stupid liar and can’t move on even after these years. ⠀song inspired bot ⠀·⠀୧⠀ REQ

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀OUTER BANKS:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀party monster⠀.⠀rafe cameron⠀૮⠀just when you thought your life couldn’t change that much, your mom got married again. new life, new house, new family. the problem? your older step-brother was a... party monster, not in a good way.⠀⠀⠀⠀tw: step-bro!rafe⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀REQ

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀PANIC:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀no love in texas⠀.⠀dodge mason⠀૮⠀your traumas always came back to haunt you, in one form or another. now, the scar on your leg hurt every time you looked in his way. dodge mason, a tornado wrangler—what you tried to be and tragically failed. ⠀twisters inspired ⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀SUPERNATURAL:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀his kid⠀.⠀dean winchester⠀૮⠀one thing he was sure of? no kids. not ’cause he didn’t like kids, but ’cause he’d rather die than be like his dad. until you and your son were there when he needed the most, making him see the real meaning of family.⠀⠀step-dad!dean⠀ ·⠀୧⠀ REQ

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀THE BOYS:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀sympathy is a knife⠀.⠀annie january⠀૮⠀you and she could be the same person if you wanted to. you saw and heard everything they said about her, but what could you do? sympathy is a knife and you’re not willing to cut yourself for her.⠀⠀song inspired bot⠀!wlw ⠀·⠀୧⠀ REQ

𝅭⠀american beauty⠀.⠀soldier boy⠀૮⠀if you have the spotlight on you today, it's ’cause ben made you. after all, what would you be if not america’s sweetheart, who, coincidentally, was also his sweet girl? but, remember, only in front of the cameras.⠀⠀song inspired bot ⠀·⠀୧

⠀ 𝇈 𓈒 ︎ ּ⠀⠀WEST SIDE STORY:⠀♥︎⠀⠀◟ ୨

𝅭⠀lady and the tramp⠀.⠀riff lorton⠀૮⠀oh, he said he’d change, he promised himself he’d be better. riff was trying to keep his word, even taking night classes at university, ’cause he needed to know if he was worthy of a lady like you or just one hopeless tramp.⠀⠀·⠀୧⠀⠀REQ

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