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flamehairedwritings · 4 years

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Hi! Would you be able to do a headcanon for Hopper asking you out on a date and the actual date? Thanks so much 💕

Apologies again for how late this is!!

Asking You Out

listen,,,,

Jim Hopper is a man who knows what he wants. He flat out says it most of the time.

When it comes to asking women out in Hawkins, because of his reputation, they know what to expect; you’re gunna fuck at the end of the night and it’s gunna be one of the best nights of your life.

But there’s a difference when it comes to Jim Hopper asking a woman out to get a drink, and him asking her out to get dinner.

drink = fuck

dinner = relationship

He knows you. Everyone in Hawkins knows everyone, to some degree. There’s only a handful of bars in the town so he’s always seeing you, and many a night he’s contemplated asking you out for a drink or seizing the night and buying you a drink now.

Tonight, he’s going to. He’s very much going to. In fact, he does. He goes up to where you are sat alone while your friend has gone to the bathroom, and clears his throat.

You turn your head, meet his gaze, and then he sees it.

The minute face you pull.

He ignores it, hey, no one really likes the Chief of Police coming up to talk to them even if he’s off duty.

You introduce yourselves, you being very polite, and engage in some small talk. He thinks he’s doing damn good, being very charming and suave, asking about your day, holding your gaze, trying to not too obviously undress you, and then… and then you pause, and sigh.

Giving a very polite smile, you say, ‘Look, Hopper, I think I’ll save you some time and just say that I’m not going to sleep with you. You’re nice, but, sorry, I think you’d have better luck elsewhere.’

He stares at you, stunned, quite frankly.

‘Right, okay…’

He really felt the gravity of it, then, his reputation. That women were just expecting him to ask them out for a fuck drink whenever he approaches, and that was the kind of man he’s seen as.

Well, he’d show ‘em.

‘… I was actually comin’ over to ask you out for dinner.’

It’s your turn to stare now, your lips parting.

Dinner. Dinner? Was that code for something now? You can’t remember the last time you’d heard that Jim Hopper had asked a woman out for dinner, and you know you’d remember it because it’s so damn rare.

You close your mouth, pause, then accept with a smile, because you just had to see how this was going to go, and figure out once and for all what kind of a man Jim Hopper is.

He nods, asks if tomorrow night is okay, which it is, and he says he’ll see you at Enzo’s at 7:30.

You say your goodbyes, and then he’s walking away, still stunned, and you stare at your drink as your friend returns.

‘Uh… What did I just miss?’

‘… I’m not quite sure.’

The Date

What the fuck is he doing.

He’s not interested in a relationship right now, he doesn’t want to burden anyone with what his life brings.

Which includes him.

Throughout the day leading up to it, he’s… nervous. Agitated. A touch more irritable than usual.

How does he even want this to go??

You won’t sleep with him, he’s made that clear, so… What? He’s just gonna have a meal with someone and get to know them?

Oh.

Like an actual date.

He’s there early, which is a miracle for him, but that’s mainly down to Flo finding out about it, as she always seems to do, and practically marching him out of the door to go home the moment his shift ends.

He figured he did want to impress you and show you he’s not an asshole, so he dressed nice, clean shirt and jacket, clean trousers, showered, washed and dried his hair, combed it and his beard.

Flo had made a reservation earlier in the day so he couldn’t back out with any kind of excuse and he sits at the table at 7:16, straightening his jacket and folding his long legs.

He orders a glass of wine for himself and water for the table, figuring you won’t mind if he gets started with just a drink, at least.

You arrive at 7:27 and he pauses as he watches you enter, his eyes managing to trail your body before snapping up to meet your gaze before you catch him.

You look fucking hot.

He rises from his seat as you near, smiling warmly and he pauses, slightly awkwardly, not knowing how you’ll want to greet him.

You kiss his cheek, which surprises him, and he just has a chance to lightly touch his hand on your back before you’re already drawing back and taking your seat, prompting him to take his.

Now he’s very fucking nervous, ‘cause you look even more beautiful than you did last night.

The waiter returns and you order a drink as he continues to look at you.

What the fuck are you gonna talk about? He’s not a great conversationalist, unless he knows what he’s working towards, oh, fuck you’re looking at him again.

Turns out, though, you are a great conversationalist.

Within minutes, he’s relaxing, laughing, even, with you as you tell him about your job, about your life, your hobbies, interests.

And he’s enraptured. He actually cares. He’s interested.

He even tells you about some parts of his life, making sure to keep it light, though, and he can’t believe you’re actually listening properly, seemingly hanging on his every word.

He’s almost annoyed when the meal finishes, even after you both have dessert and a third drink.

He insist on paying, and does, and as you walk out onto the street, you turn to him with a smile.

‘Well, I really enjoyed that.’

‘Me, too.’

And he fucking did. Every moment of it.

‘So… What happens next?’

He looks at your smile widening, our expectant expression, and…

You took a chance on him… and he’s not gonna let you regret it.

‘… You free tomorrow night?’

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peachywise · 6 years

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little games

richie tozier x reader

– Part V || ⋆ Introduction ⋆ Part I ⋆ Part II ⋆ Part III ⋆ Part IV ⋆ Part V (more to be released)

– Synopsis: After the most recent prank Richie pulled, the last thing you expected was to be hanging out with him. It wasn’t by choice, but still. This trip to the quarry is going to be a long one.

– Notes: so sorry it took me this long to update guys! i took a bit of a break but i’m back into the swing of things with fanfiction. as always, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!! (also, i realized im really poor at updating the tag list, so if you’ve asked me to tag you and i haven’t just give me a lil reminder and i’ll try to be better with it) (also, abuse tw in the first little bit, and abuse mentions later on)

The pain was unbearable.

You had felt pain before, but never to this extent. Your head was screaming, splitting, sickening. You wondered if the force in which you had hit the wall had cracked your skull. Possibly cracked other parts of your body, and the drywall itself. And was that blood? It was hard to tell; your vision was cutting out.

You could hear her yelling, though the ringing in your ears was too loud to decipher the actual words. It was probably the same as always, however. Even through the blinding pain, such sayings had been ingrained into your memory for years.

Something touched your arm and you instinctively coiled back, weakly, from fear and the sudden pain that shot through it. Did that get injured too? A new face invaded the blurry scene in front of you, as hands gripped your face gently, a deeper, more reassuring voice cutting past the yelling woman. You swore you heard more voices enter the house before everything went black.

Rising with a cold, frigid scream, you were unsure if it was residual fear from your reoccurring nightmare or the cold ass fucking water that had just been doused all over you.

You were going to go with the latter.

A hand quickly clapped over your mouth, stifling your scream, as the face of Richie goddamn Tozier got way to close for comfort. His too big glasses that framed his alarmed, yet oh-so-amused eyes, began to slip slightly down his nose as he had the gall to shush you. Not to be cliché or anything, but the fucking nerve of that kid!

“I’m going to remove my hand, but you gotta be quiet or your aunt’s gunna come up here,” he harshly whispered, as your eyes drilled into his. You hoped he understood just how annoyed you were. This was almost as bad as your nightmare. Almost. Letting out a huff of air, you gave a brief nod of your head, and Richie tentatively pulled his hand away, not moving back an inch from his close position. Still aggravated, and entirely drenched, you lifted your arm up and put your whole hand over his face, pushing him away as you simultaneously sat up. He smacked it away.

“What the hell do you think you're doing, and was the water really necessary?” you bit out, throwing the covers off of you as you climbed out of bed, shivering as you made your way over to grab a hoodie that had been thrown over your desk’s chair. “How the hell did you even get in here? Why are you here?” you questioned, slipping it over your head and still giving him a death glare, no matter how weak it was in your tired state.

“Well I was bound to make you wet eventually, the water just sped the process up a bit,” the boy snickered. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the comment, you quickly reached over to grab a notebook and throw it full force at his stupid head. Bound to eventually. Ha! You knew he was an idiot, but now he was delusional as well.

Catching it before it could hit him, he fumbled with it for a second before it dropped to the ground. “I got in through your window. Come on, we’re playing hookie from school.”

Yep. Totally delusional.

“No,” you stated definitely, crossing your arms in front of your chest as the two of you had an intense stare down. “No way.” What the hell was going on? The last time you had even talked to Richie was last Friday when he had been over to your house, confronting your cousin. You had played it fairly cool then, but as soon as the trashmouth had left, you reamed Bill out. Yeah, what Richie said was decent of him, but did that make you friends? Nuh-uh.

“Well, I already called you in, so it’s either you come with me, or I spend all day here. I always was Bill’s Moms favourite, I wonder how she’s doing—“ he spoke, moving lazily towards your door. You heart leaped out of your chest as you reached out to grip his upper arm. Aunt Sharon could not find out he was up here. Oh God, what would she think?

“Don’t even think about it,” you hissed, jerking him back towards you, before dropping your hand as if touching him would corrode your fingers off. “How could you call me in? Full offense, but you don’t sound anything like Sharon or Zack,” you stated, crossing your arms once again and pulling your hands into the sleeves of your hoodie to warm them up. Richie quirked an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?” he smiled, before straightening his back and pulling a face you assumed was meant to read ‘aged dad’ but came across more like a poor man’s Robert De Niro. “Yes, Hello? I’m Y/N L/N’s guardian. Yes, Zack Denbrough. They seemed to have—” putting up your hand in order to cut him off, you had heard enough. It wasn’t the most spot-on impression, but damn, over a scratchy phone, even you would have been fooled.

“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole,” you grumbled out, while he simply continued to smirk. “But seriously. Crawl back out of the window where you came from. I’m going to go to school, I’ll just tell the front office I feel better or something,” you shrugged, moving over to your drawers to pull out some clothes to change into. Not that you would while Richie was still there.

“If this is about your math test, this sick day will at least give you one more day to study for it,” Richie commented. Math test? What math test, you didn’t remember there being a math test— oh shit. Oh fuck. With everything that had happened last Friday and the stress of getting over it on the weekend, you had totally forgotten. Your face must have displayed the clear panic you had felt, as Richie stepped up to you with a wide, toothy, Cheshire grin as he stated, “you forgot, didn’t you? Well, now you have no choice but to skip with me.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s the spirit!” Richie declared, “now get dressed. Something hot. You are hanging out with me, after all,” he commented, as he moved over to your drawers, utterly disregarding the clothes you had already pulled out. You grabbed him by the back of his t-shirt and tugged him back, shoving him towards your open window. “Why would I dress nicely when you didn’t provide me the same courtesy?” you deadpanned, pointing out the window. “Now get out while I change. I’ll meet you down there.”

“As you wish,” Richie commented, giving a rather shit elaborate bow before hopping right out the way he came. Why were you doing this? Why did you agree? Why the hell did he offer? You two could barely stand to be in the same room with each other, and he wanted to spend the day recreating Ferris Bueller’s Day Off? You didn’t trust it. The smart idea would be to lock your window and brace going to school and taking the (probable) fail on your math test. But damn, if your curiosity wasn’t getting the best of you. Whatever prank Richie inevitably had planned, you were going to win. You half expected that by not going with him, that was admitting defeat.

You wouldn’t dare do that.

Quickly stripping off your wet clothes, you threw on a simple t-shirt and jeans, before grabbing the towel off the back of your door and rubbing your still damp hair with it. You had no time to fully dry or tame the locks, so the sun outside would have to do.

Sighing as you made your way over to your window, you quietly squirmed your way out, dropping down the short way from the ledge to the ground. “Ready?” Richie questioned, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Let’s get this day over with,” you mumbled, shrugging his arm right off as you waited for him to lead the way.

“What is this place?” You questioned, as you gazed over the cliff to the calm water below. It had only just turned into fall, so the air was crisper than usual. You regretted not wearing a sweater. “I know we don’t get along, but I didn’t expect you to murder me,” you added, twisting the look over your shoulder. Richie rolled his eyes as he stepped next to you. “It’s the Quarry. All of us used to hang out here a bunch when we were kids. Not so much anymore, but in the summers sometimes it’s nice to come back here.”

Making a small “ah,” noise, you nodded before looking back to the water below again. It was… nice. You could see why it could be a better hang out spot than anywhere in town. Imagining all seven of them here wasn’t that hard. Made you kind of wish you had grown up here instead. With them. As much as you had become friends with the rest of the Losers’ Club, you still felt a bit like an outsider. You hadn’t fully let them in yet, and until you did, you’d always just be skimming on the edge, peering in, wishing and hoping.

The thought of that made your heart ache just the slightest bit.

After about three minutes of just silence, you felt an overwhelming urge to say something. So, out came the first thing that your mind thought was appropriate to bring up. “Thanks for saying that to Bill,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself and tucking your hands under your arms. “The other night,” you quickly added, as if it really needed clarification.

Shrugging his shoulders, the boy in the vibrant floral shirt sat down on the dirt covered ground, letting his legs hang off the cliff’s edge. Hesitantly, you joined him. “Well it’s true,” he quipped, putting his weight on his arms as he leaned slightly back. “But seriously. If I ever step too far, just tell me. I understand that some shit just can’t be touched." A little more quietly, he added, "trust me.”

Turning to look at him, you studied his face. You were shocked to see the small look of sincerity etched on his features. Maybe he did understand. No one should, but maybe he did. And maybe that made you two more alike than you ever cared to admit.

Not thinking it the time or the place to ask him what he meant by that, you decided on a question with less emotional implication.“Why are we here, Richie?” Your voice was just barely loud enough to hear over the wind as it picked up.

“I don’t know," he stated, "honestly. It felt weird knowing you hadn’t seen this place yet.” Odd reasoning. Turning your gaze towards him, you gave him a questioning look, prompting him to elaborate further. He returned it with a glance of minor exasperation.

“You’ve been here for a month and already you’ve squirmed your way into the group. This place just seems like part of the group, I guess.” He huffed out, a small crease appearing on his forehead. Apart of the group? How could you be apart of the group if not everyone had accepted you yet?

“But you hate me.”

Whipping his head in your direction, that statement seemed to have caught him off guard. Giving your own look of disbelief, you let out a small laugh as you stated, “what? I mean, it’s no secret that we kind of like giving each other shit every day.” Richie snorted, shaking his head like you were the idiot. You took offense to that more than anything he had done thus far.

“Baby cakes, if I hated you, do you really think we’d be here right now?”

Trying to force yourself not to kick him in the shin over the nickname, you bit your retort back and thought about it for a second. He was right, you guessed. But then again, you were here, and didn’t you hate him? Now, you weren’t so sure.

“It’s just fun pranking you. I was the only interesting thing is this boring town before you came along. Still am, but you’re moving up in the ranks.” Smacking his arm lightly, you couldn't stop the half smirk that quirked up your lips. “Ha ha,” you sounded out sarcastically, turning to look back over the cliff. “You keep running your mouth Tozier, and I’ll find a way to shut you up for good.”

“Is that a promise?”

Turning back to glance at him, your mouth slightly gaped open. Taking in his impish look as he simply smiled your way, you instinctively leaned in closer to him, lowering your voice slightly as you stated, “I never break a promise.”

And it was true.

With that, you gave him the slightest little shove forward, making him tumble down to the inevitably freezing cold water below. Standing up, you dusted the dirt off your pants and smiled down at Richie as his moppy haired head sprang up from underneath the water, gasping for breath. Payback was a real bitch.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school, Rich,” you called down to him.

Even though he flipped you off in return, the wide, laughing grin he shot your way was hard to miss.

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madiisaurusrex · 7 years

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Not one of you:

Dean WinchesterXReader:

A/N: the reader starts suffering from depression, she feels like she doesn’t belong with the brothers, until they sit down after a tough hunt and tell her how they truly feel about her.

(P.s. sorry if this is terrible.)

Everyday seemed like a struggle, to get out of bed, to eat, to get dressed. You couldn’t remember when you started feeling this way, dreading the day before it even began. You couldn’t figure out why either. Yes, you lived the life of a hunter, it was difficult, lonley, sometimes frightening. But since you met the Winchesters, started hunting with them you started to feel more like a person. Months after they came into your life, you started dating the eldest, Dean. Life was getting better, so why did you still feel this way?

You dragged yourself out of bed, this morning started like any other, you were miserable. But you couldn’t show it, out of concern for upsetting your loving boyfriend. You threw on your fluffy teal robe, and slipped on your favorite pair of slippers and headed towards the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you smiled walking in on Sam and Dean arguing over who was in charge of this week’s supply run. You laughed and made your way to the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup. Dean came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“you weren’t in bed when I woke up.” you said, leaning into his chest.

“I didn’t want to wake up, you looked like you had nightmares all night, I wanted you to get the rest you needed.”he replied, kissing down your neck.

You looked down at your coffee, and sighed. “that was very sweet of you babe.”you said kissing his cheek and wriggling yourself from his grip. He smiled and followed you to the table.

“any new hunts?” you asked Sam, sitting down across from him, Dean sliding in next to you. The youngest Winchester shook his head. “not yet, after a shower I was gunna hop on the laptop to check.” you nodded and leaned back in the chair, sipping on your caffeine enriched beverage.

Soon your day had started, you had gotten dressed in ripped skinny jeans, a black tank top and a teal and purple flannel. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail, and applied a small amount of eyeliner and mascara. Dean decided you were tagging along for the supply run. You looked at your reflection, wincing at the thoughts running through your head.

Ugly.

Annoying.

Broken.

You shook your head, trying to push the thoughts away and slowly made your way to the library, stopping when you heard voices. Dean was leaning against the wall looking at Sam, whose back was turned to you. “I dunno sammy, something just doesn’t seem right with (y/n).” dean said looking down. The rest you couldn’t make out. Your stomach dropped. What if they decided they didn’t want you here. You weren’t much help, even if you had been doing this since you were 12, you couldn’t aim to save your life, let alone anyone else’s. You were clumsy. You only got in the way. You knew it, and so did they. You shook the thoughts from your head and turned the corner. Dean smiled, watching you walk over to him.

“you look beautiful baby, you ready to go?” he said kissing your forehead. You nodded and gave a small smile. Heading towards the garage you held dean’s hand looking at the ground as you walked. He held baby’s passage door for you and closed it softl behind you. You stared out the window while Dean walked around and climbed in the driver side. The purr of the engine calmed you and you leaned back, stealing stealing a quick glance at Dean. That feeling was coming back, ‘please, not now. Not around him’ you pleaded to yourself in your head.

The supply run didn’t take too long, you both grabbed the essentials. The ride back to the bunker was quiet, that feeling hadn’t gone away. You were shaking by the time you back, taking slow deep breaths you finally got control of yourself and followed Dean inside, both carry bags. Sam helped you put things away while you started making lunch. You weren’t all that hungry but you guessed that your boys were.

After lunch Sam had managed to find a hunt, so all three of you packed up and left to save a small town from a djinn.

Hours of driving, Dean finally pulled into the parking lot of yet another crappy hotel. “it’s getting late, we’ll get some sleep, eat, and head out in the morning.”dean said getting to of the sleek black impala. Sam and you followed behind waiting by the car while Dean paid for the room. Sam looked at you then the ground, “hey, (y/)?”he asked softly. “yeah sammy?” you replied looking up at the giant. “you ok?” you jumped at his question and looked the soda machine to the side. “yeah, I’m fine. Just haven’t been sleeping much.”you lied, feeling the guilt joined the rest of your emotions. He nodded and stood looking at Dean as he walked your way.

After a shower, and getting into comfy pj’s, you crawled into bed laying on your stomach. Sam was at the table reading an article on the case and Dean was off on a beer run. You closed your eyes, willing the sleep to take over. Only then could you make the voice in your head shut up. After a few minutes of rolling around trying to get comfortable you gave up on sleep and sat up. Your green eyed lover walked in then smiling at you, and set the beer down on the table, along with a bag of greasy take out. Your stomach turned making you feel sick. You would have to force yourself to eat, you couldn’t let dean or Sam worry about you, you just weren’t worth it. Handing you a cold beer, and burger dean kissed your temple and sat next to you on the bed. You took a few bites of your burger, hoping you’d be able to keep it down. You had no problem with the beer, it numbed you a bit. “hey guys, there was another murder, 35 year old, Carl Bancroft” Sam said not looking up. “we’ll get it all handled tomorrow when we get into town, but for now let’s all try to get some sleep.” Dean said, although it was unclear since he had stuffed the remaining burger into his mouth. You laughed and finished off your beer, putting your half eaten burger down on the night stand. Sam looked at the side table then at dean. You shrugged it off and got comfortable in the bed closing your eyes. Maybe this time you’d sleep.

You woke to dean’s arms around your waist, both your legs intertwined with the sheets. You looked over to Sam who looked so innocent in his sleep. You left a trail of soft kisses along dean’s cheek before you rose to go to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, brushed your hair and teeth, changed into your comfiest jeans and a loose t-shirt. When you walked back to the room, you noticed both boys were up and packing. You smiled back at Dean as he passed you to go into the bathroom. You finished putting everything in your duffle bag within a matter of minutes and before you knew it you were on your way.

The hunt had ended badly, Dean almost hadn’t gotten to you in time. You felt horrible, useless. The hunt would of gone better without you.

It’s all your fault.

They’re going to hate you.

Just give up.

The voice was back, at full force.

You sat in the corner of the bathroom, knees pulled to your chest, tears streaming down your face. You had cuts and bruises littering your arms, legs and stomach. You had left them down. The two men you had come to love, and you had failed them.

A soft knock on the door brought you back, you wiped the tears away. “babe? You ok?” dean asked. You stood slowly and opened the door to find yourself face to face with the man you were madly in love with. He looked over your face with concern. You couldn’t keep these feelings in anymore. You had to tell them.

“no, Dean. I’m not ok. No matter how hard I try…I’m not one of you. I’m not a hunter. All I do is ruin everything. Im useless!”you cried. Both Sam and Dean looked at you with sad expressions. Your boyfriend pulled you into his arms and against his chest.

“that not true baby. You’re an amazing hunter, you’ve been one of us since you were a kid.”he told you, burying his face into the top of your head. Your crying shook you to the core, Sam spoke up next. “(y/n), you’ve never ruined anything. And hell, I wouldn’t be able to get half the research done if it weren’t for you.”

You were still shaking, still crying. Dean rubbed your back gently with one hand and lifted your chin with his other, “(y/f/n) (y/l/n), I don’t know where all this is coming from, if it’s something I did, but what I do know is, you are one of us, have been since day one, and I am completely, totally, undeniably in love with you. Please, next time you feel this way talk to me, or Sam if that would be better. But talk to us so we can help.”he said kissing you deeply. You kissed back, finally able to stop crying.

For once….you felt like you belonged.

-End-

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shxnixxv · 7 years

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ooh nani nani

i feel like i have no one. no one to talk to about the serious shit thats going on in my life. take that back… i have people,, but no one cares to listen. i feel like im being choked by limitations and what i cant do. i dont feel free. i dont feel like im living my life at its fullest rn. im not living in the place i want to live. i dont have the friends i want to have. im not the school i want to be at. i dont have the clothes i want to wear. i dont have the body and physique i want rn. i wanna go on a roof top and gaze at the stars,, then scream at them from the bottom of the lungs. i feel like im always putting on an act that im ok and im not. and ik everything is tenporary and it will get better but i said that last year and the year before. of course small things change but the big things take a while to change and im running out of patience.

my mom and grandma are just the most annoying people on this planet. we argue so much and its so hard to respect someone when all they do is down you. when your feeling good and having a good day, they come in. say rude comments to where you feel angry right with them. they want you to he at their level so they bring you down. i dont wanna share the same house with people like that. it hurts to hear “just drop out, your not gunna do shit anyways” every other day. thats why i feel like i wear a mask with them. i dont wanna let them see the full me. if i do, they’ll just find more ways to bring me down. i wanna move out but i cant bc im financially stuck.

my now ex boyfriend disappeared for week bc hes depressed and going through shit and he thought he should be alone and not drag me down. even tho he knows im always here for him and whatever he needs ill be there, do you think that was enough?? no. we made up he told me what was going on and he promised hed talk to me. he didnt. he stopped the same day. didnt talk to me for another week. then hmu on snapchat asking for forgiveness. the nigga blocked me on instagram and you want forgiveness? “im sorry. i just need to be alone and fix myself. im depressed idk whats wrong with me” and i get it. he needs space. all while im still giving him my all. we love(d) each other so its hard to let go. maybe it was all bs. were still friends. i just dont wanna believe hes a typical guy. bc hes not. hes way too soft and nice to fuck someone over. idk. im slowly learning to stop giving my all to people that dont deserve it. and what sucks is that when i need him… hes not here. like its the weekend and he doesnt have work… so why hasnt he texted me? i dont wanna believe that hes not here but i have to. i dont mean to make him sound bad. hes reallllyyyyy not bad at all. i just have bad things to say rn bc im mad.

my friends are lame. first of all, there like the typical las vegas type people. always wanna party. dont talk about anything insightful at all. whats worse is that they arent REALLY my friends in my eyes. tbh i feel like i just tag along with them. but they dont invite me to go places outside of school. they do once every like month. i dont want friends like that. its not like i can just not talk to them anymore bc i havent met anyone else yet. i always jump around friend groups. so i dont have a permanent group where we do everything together. its like i know a couple people from each group and when i hang with them its awkward bc they have their group and i always feel like im catching up with whats going on but not actively involved. its like a dad that goes on a trip to mexico for like 3 years then comes back to their kids looking different and older and its like “so…. whats new?” its just that theres no one i can relate with here. ik there has to be one out of like 20,000 students. but i havent found them yet. the coolest people ik live far away and i hate it. ive tried to go on social media like instagram and search “unlv” (only the ppl with unlv in their bios show) and see what they like and find some people i can relate too. shit doesnt work. theres meetup.com which is like a group meet up sight. i found some meditation groups and shit but they’re all old people. no teen/young adult groups.

this city itself is stupid. its all lights and casinos and half naked girls and parties. ion like all that. i like peace and looking at the stars and talking about uplifting things to people i can relate with and dressing how i want to without 97% of the people looking at me like “….wtf is she wearing lol” its like everyone is wearing grey and i come in wearing yellow and different colors and people dont wanna talk to me bc of it. ik to be myself and shit but im just tired of being home bored. theres nothing to do out here and i wanna leavvveeeeeeee. i wanna be in nature and trees and grass and flowers. not fucking flat desert and rocks and dirt. if its not desert its a casino/house/business. some people like the desert culture. i fucking hate it. all nature is beautiful but my eye is caught more by colors. not just brown.

maybe its that time of the month

its always like i have a lot to say if im just writing. but when i wanna write a decent poem, my mind goes blank.

theres probably a lot of mistakes. fuck it

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