#life is strange oneshot

[silvvermst]

BURNOUT

SYNOPSIS :: he’s getting sick and tired of being your wingman and seeing you fall in love with other people.

NOTE :: i’m pushin thru from my writer’s block

TYPE :: fluff

It took a while for Warren to say this, even confess this to you. Hell, took him months to form at least three sentences to get his message across. As he watched you date people in your class or higher grades, whether it be the hunk, football players or gorgeous cheerleaders. He’s the same as them, always falling for your charms. Before this whole wingman-shenanigan thing even happened, he knows it in himself that he’s so deeply in love with you from the get go.

But seeing you fall in love with other people, touching them, kissing them, wishing it was him drains him so much that it feels like he is drowning. There was just another reason why he stayed-why he patiently stays- was because everytime you were heartbroken, you came to him, seeking his comfort, and god, was he an idiot to always get his hopes that maybe this time it’ll be his chance, but you never let him. You never do.

“Look, it’s okay. Relationships are hard but that doesn’t mean you should settle for less.” He comforts you. Rubbing your back as you take a swig of alcohol straight from the bottle. “I, if you want, we can, I can help you move on.”

That is where it started. He suggested it thinking that through his love and affection you’ll get over your heartbreak and finally find happiness with him. Yet it was the complete opposite of what you thought.

“Really?!” You jumped up, setting the beer down. “That’s an amazing idea! The solution for this heartbreak is just to find another person, I shouldn’t be moping around when there might be ‘the one’ for me. If I keep bawling like this, they might get away!”

He didn’t even get to respond or correct his wordings, because your hands were already wrapped around him. His brain short circuit and all he felt was the loud and fast beating of his heart, and the warmth of you enclosing him that he couldn’t help but to hug you tighter.

So for the next two weeks, he tried, emphasis on trying, to introduce you to other people he knows, which is not a lot considering he’s closed off and no one really notices him. Instead of being a matchmaker, he became your wingman instead and was he so goddamn good at it, it was just simple, both of you go to a party, converse, then when you pull him to the side and point to a person, he knows that’s your target. Now, all he has to do is get closer to that person even though he doesn’t know them, then introduce you, that’s where you work your charm and everybody falls to their knees. It was a routine both of you grew accustomed with. That lasted for at least three months, you were still hopeless.

“I’m fucked. I could never find love with these people!” You shouted, slumping down on his bed. You just finished two bottles of cold beer and you can feel the corners of your vision start to get blurry.

“Maybe you just don’t know it yet.” He says quietly, while being focused on his game console. You didn’t say anything, and neither did he add more. Your eyes dawned at the television seeing how he plays his game. Then your eyes fell to the back of his head, it was on instinct, when your hand patted his head and started to brush his hair.

“I’m jealous of your hair, it’s so smooth and shiny.” You sit up on his bed to get closer as you massaged his head and gliding your hands to pet his hair.

You can feel him shiver under your touch when you accidentally tickle his nape. “What are you doing?” He says, but his voice is faltering from what you’re doing. It feels like you were doing it on purpose to get him worked up and make him insane.

“I’m brushing your hair, obvi. Just focus back on your game.” He let out a sigh and you can hear him clacking away on his console.

It was a nice moment that the two of you had, and that was what making him go crazy. Should he go for it or not? Will he ruin this if he talks? Or will you stop and text back your ex-boyfriend to get back together with him?

“That’s enough.” He says with a strain in his voice before coughing. “It’s getting late, you should head back to your dorm.”

“It’s only 6:30, come on, let me stay. I might make the wrong choices if I'm alone and end up with that bastard.” You whined out, lying back down on his bed. While he turned off the television as well as the gaming console. “You’re the only one who makes good decisions, so of course, I'd want your advice.”

He responded without thinking, though he might not even regret it. “Then, date me instead.” He stood from the floor he was sitting on and looked at you straight in the eyes with such determination. Which opposed to yours, as shock was written all over you.

“Are you serious? Warren, stop with the jokes.” You let out an awkward laugh and sat up, you couldn’t help but avoid his curious eyes, looking for an answer out of you.

“I’m not joking.” He sat beside you on the bed, this time he broke his eye contact and looked at the floor. Well, there’s no turning back now. He couldn't stop his feelings any longer, and right now, he doesn’t care about the outcomes of his confession. Whether you reject him, or push him away, or altogether just straight up ignore him from this day on. He wouldn’t care, he prepared for this moment, finding the right moment to confess this to you, and right now is what he’s been waiting for.

“Warren.” You warned him as if to stop him from making that kind of joke.

“I love you.” He breathed out, he didn’t expect it’ll be the first thing he’ll say and everything just overflows as he begins his confession. “For such a long time, before we even became friends. It was your smile, when you smiled at me that I thought you were an angel with wings and a halo. At first, I couldn’t dare to even approach you but the moment you called out my name, it was like, fuck, I’m going crazy.”

It was only then that you realized your heart was beating faster like his, your cheeks were burning red as you fist the comforter. Keeping your self-control under control.

“Look, I, I’m willing to be anything you need. Your slave, your servant, even be a fucking wingman to you. Just, just please know, and I need you to know that I’m so fucking in love with you and it won’t change regardless. So go ahead, if you want to push me away or, or cut me off. At least, I got to tell you the truth because I don’t think I can go on with these feelings anymore. I’m sorry.” He breathes out the last words, his hands on the side of his head as he hunches on his back.

You couldn’t stop the tears that were forming from your eyes, how could you live knowing the best friend you had for years is tortured because of you. “Oh, Warren… I’m so, so, sorry.”

“No! Nothing is at your fault, you just didn’t know.” He rebut, finally looking at you once again, but this time you can see tears falling down on his cheeks.

“Even then, I should have known, I shouldn’t have been so ignorant. I should have asked you first how you felt.” You say with the gentlest tone you could muster, touching his cheeks to dry his tears. “I’m sorry I put you through this, Warren.”

He just can’t help but melt to your touch, inching his head towards your hand and keeps on nudging like a cat, which prompts you to wrap your arms around him as he hugs you tighter. He prayed for this moment, how much he craves for this, if this continues he won’t be able to let you go. But you cradled each other as the both of you let your emotions overflow, until he calms down.

You were the one who initiated to open the topic, “I appreciate your feelings, Warren.” There, his heart almost felt a sharp, deep sting. “But, can you wait for me to sort out my feelings?”

He lets go of you to look you in the eyes, “I’ve been waiting for years, I could wait for you for more than twenty lifetimes.” He confesses, taking your hands into his and kissing them softly. Realizing that all these years, loving him was the easiest thing you’ve done, it comes so naturally that you didn’t notice how much you’ve already loved him in the first place.

Maybe the past relationship you’ve been in didn’t work out because your eyes were looking at him, you found yourself looking for him on every occasion. You’ve always got your eye on him, seeking out his presence, and searching for his warmth. Everything you’ve been trying to search was with him all along.

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤

—❢ー

×A/N×

Hey! I really wanted to make a Mark Jefferson x Reader so I made this...

Before you read, let me remind you of english is not my first lengauge! And this is my first longer work what I wrote in english lengauge! And it's very shitty... •-•

But I hope that you will like it... Just a little bit? Btw, thank you, if you are read this! ^^

×❢ About my work ❢×

Word count: 2503 (so it's very short •-•)

Fluffy moments with our fav psycho photography teacher, a little bit angst(?) at the end, we can say that Y/N is depressed, I think any gender I think, Mark's voice is so charming

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Mark Jefferson

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(The gif is not mine!)

Song: Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

“You ask me what I'm thinking about

I tell you that I'm thinking about

Whatever you're thinking about

Tell me something that I'll forget

And you might have to tell me again

It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

Go ahead and cry, little girl

Nobody does it like you do”

Your chest hurted, you felt dizzy. You needed oxygen, but in every moment when you tried to earn some air, it felt like your tryings are worthless. You couldn't stop crying and it felt like you can't control your body. You felt dizzier everytime when you tried to breath. Your mind didn't work.

And in that moment, you heard the door open. You looked at the door as your young, famous and we can say... a bit good looking photography teacher came in. He looked at you. His look became worried as he saw your weak on the foor.

" Y/N, are you alright? " he spoke softly as he came closer to you. You tried to release your tears from your face. He sat down next to you. He saw that you couldn't breath air normally. "Hey, it's alright." he put his hand on your shoulder, after that he moved you into tight hug. As he hugged you, you started to calm down slowly. You finally earned some air. He was still there, still holded you into his chest. You felt his warm and his hug was really good. You started to feel more comfortable and calmer. But you still felt awkard. Crying in front of your teacher? Pathetic.

"I'm sorry." you said quietly. He let out a soft chuckle.

"What are you asking sorry for?"

"For being this pathetic and an another trouble for you." you felt the tears in your eyes again.

"Hey, it's okay." he hugged you tighter. His voice was so charming and his hug was so warm. You felt like you could trust him. You felt like you could trust someone, someone who is there for you. God, you haven't felt this feeling for so long. "You don't bother me. And I'm actually happy when I have chance to spend time with you." he smiled at you kindly, as you snuggled into his chest more. His fragrance was so great! "Are you okay now?" he speaked to you very softly and silently as he fondled you gently.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Jefferson." you tried to smile a little. You felt cared and loved. You didn't realize that how much you needed this feeling. It was so great... "Mr. Jefferson" you started to speak quietly. You wanted to feel these feelings for a little bit more time.

"Yes, Y/N?" he smiled at you kindly. You wanted to ask, but you didn't want to bother your teacher... But gosh, his touch warm, his voice is charming. It was so comfortable! And it's kept you calm, you didn't feel fear or hurt. You felt cared and... Loved? "Can we stay... like this?" you said quietly. You was ready for the rejection. But instead of that, Mark smiled you softly, let you snuggle up to him more.

"Sure." he said as he still fondled your back gently. You smiled a little, you felt cared and you felt like there's somebody you can trust. And it was so good.

For Mark, he felt satisfaction. It was just an another act for his next victim's trust. And he played it well again.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Could you do a smut with Alex chen and a female reader? Possibly where reader keeps beating Alex in foosball and starts to get cocky acting like she can beat Alex in anything so Alex teaches her a lesson if yk what I mean. please Alex is dommy mommy and nobody writes fics for her 😭

Foosball Champion

Alex Chen x Reader 18+

Alex threw her head back and groaned, disappointing she lost yet another round of foosball. You on the other hand cheered yourself on, doing a little celebratory dance before biting your lip and leaning against the game table.

“Half asleep, Chen?” Your wiggled your eyebrows at her, looking pretty happily at her as she frowned. She didn’t like losing, especially after telling you she was literally one of the best people to play ever.

You rarely got to win against her, so for the first few rounds you thought she was letting you win on purpose. But now, after a significant amount of time and drinks, you were sure it just wasn’t her day. And you made sure to let her know of it.

“Where’s the champion you’re always talking about?” You smirked and watched her expression completely change from a angry to a smug one. She crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly, looking at you as you beamed at her with a grin.

She took another shot, knowing that was the consequence for losing a game. That just simply meant she was way more confident than she usually was, and her natural confidence was enough to buckle your knees.

She swiftly made her way around the foosball table, in a way that made her able to stand - or rather tower over you. You looked up, a smirk still playing in your lips despite the butterflies flying around in your stomach, and took a step closer. It was enough for you to put your head on her chest, arching your neck completely up as she continued to grin down at you.

Her hands softly gripped your waist, hands slipping under your shirt so she could feel your skin with her fingertips. It was gentle, yet you felt like it was the only thing you could feel at that moment. Her soft hands running carefully across your waist, only applying pressure when she started pushing you backwards towards the wall behind you.

“I can be a champion at many things, (Y/N).”

Her lips immediately crashed into yours, hands pushing your waist roughly against the wall so your whole body was pinned, unable to move.

Her hands weren’t shy, moving upwards under your shirt until only the tip of her fingers slid under your bra. With your breathing hitching, she pulled away with a smirk only to return back to her previous position.

She pushed her body against yours, hands sliding from under your shirt to grab the hem of it, pulling it over your head leaving a trail of goosebumps up your arms as the cold air hit your warm skin.

Her hands didn’t stop there. They ran across your body, discovered every single part of your delicate skin. She did it with such confidence that it was almost as if she knew where each scar was, every freckle, every mark without having to actually look at you.

“Alex.” You gasped when her hand smoothly slid into your pants, barely toying with your clit as she watched down at you struggling to remain together. She was purposely going around the areas you wanted to be touched in most, and with her hands already being on your body for so long, you needed her badly. “Please, Alex.”

“Where’s that cocky grin gone?” She mocked above you, one of her hands gripping your neck just as she squeezed your clit. Your hips jolted, the pleasure making your knees weak already. “Hm? Where is it?”

Without warning she pushed two fingers into you, smiling onto your lips when she heard your breathing catch. She didn’t stop for your benefit, in fact she went even faster than before. Your mouth fell open, walls clenching against her fingers as you hips started hacking to the rhythm of her thrusts.

“Please, let me cum.” You begged, short of breath as she squeezed your neck again.

“You can do better than that.”

“Please, please. Please…I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you just please let me cum, please?”

Just as you thought she was going to say something, she spend up, rubbing tight circles into your clit as her fingers scissored inside of you. It was all too much. You didn’t know how much more you could take. That was it though, the pleasure, her breathe against your ear, her hand on your neck, everything put together.

“Cum for me.”

Your mouth released dirty moans, crying out her name over and over against as she worked you through your orgasm.

“Told you. I’m good at plenty other things.”

THE END

[ruewrote]

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: drunk!warrengraham x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: can we dance by the vamps WORD COUNT: 639

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

short one but justice for warren fics!! more to come soon :)

[boyinthevoide]

when clearly you have a type of game (except madotsuki. who is struggling)

from left to right: under Gender neutral child, The Lamb from Cult of the Lamb, Frisk from Undertale, Kris Dreemur from Deltarune, Niko from Oneshot, The Knight/Little Ghost from Hollow Knight, under ?, Madotsuki from Yume Nikki, under Adult woman with issues, Max Caulfield from Life Is Strange, Mae Boroski from Night In The Woods, Madeline from Celeste and Chell from Portal.

[candyfloss5000]

Worth the pain

Nathan Prescott x gender neutral reader

(Poorly punctuated and not proof read)

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the peices afterwards.

"Bite The Hand" is the song that inspired me to write this.

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

[pricefi3ldz]

pricefield—a jealous max caulfield oneshot

summary; chloe doesn’t expect her teasing jokes to actually make max jealous. but they do.

a/n: this was a random idea i had that i wanted to quickly get out. my bad for any errors, hope you like it!

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“i think i’ve hooked up with every friend i’ve ever had.” chloe chuckled, gazing against max’s back who was busy robbing chloe of her clothes.

max turned around, raising her eyebrows at chloe’s words. “uh, you cereal?” the joke wasn’t hitting if it was supposed to be one.

“yeah,” chloe sat up on her bed, “now that i think about it, i guess i’m not exactly good at staying friends with people.”

max rolled her eyes, “you never tried anything with me.”

“course i did? look at us! we’re dating dumbass.” she smacked max’s side, making the girl shudder at the contact.

“you didn’t make any moves on me first.”

chloe couldn’t argue with that, since it took max to kiss her first for any progression between them to take place.

“mm thats because you couldn’t wait to kiss me!” chloe teased, biting her lip in amusement as max scoffed in denial.

“not true.”

——

if it weren’t for chloe’s comment yesterday, maybe max would’ve been more chill.

but now, as she waited out behind frank’s rv waiting for chloe, her stomach turned at the sight ahead.

there chloe stood, talking to a girl resembling someone she’d assume was the girl’s type. long blonde hair with purple highlights, tatted arms, and a sick septum piercing. somebody completely opposite of max’s style, but not so far off of a certain old flame who chloe had lost.

shit, she felt guilty for even dating chloe sometimes. the two probably seemed worlds apart, even if they were bonded with their shared memories.

lost in thought, max didn’t even notice as chloe walked back to her side, swinging her arm around her.

“yo super max, what’s with that face” chloe chuckled, leaning in to kiss the girl’s lips which snapped her out of the daze she was in.

“oh you came back” max sighed, giving her a small, yet uncomfortable smile.

“uh yeah,” chloe could sense the weird vibe around max. “did something happen while i was gone?”

max shook her head and sat in the car without another word.

for the remainder of the car ride, chloe tried to get max to cheer up, but max was busy in her head, ruminating over her thoughts. chloe hooked up with every single one of her friends huh? max couldn’t wrap her head around what she could’ve done with this new girl.

for the rest of the day, max felt pretty snappy, but insisted to chloe she was just on her period. not in the mood to talk.

chloe knew max too well for that though.

“so max, you gonna keep icing me out?” she sighed, standing over her while max looked down at her phone.

“i’m not” max mumbled, not making a very convincing argument.

“don’t give me that” chloe took max’s phone and set it down. she pulled max’s head up and pouted. “you’re scaring me.”

max shook her head out of chloe’s hand and looked up at her, leaning back against the bed. “fine fine i’ll stop.”

chloe smiled and sat beside her happily, propping her arm around max who flinched slightly.

“whats this? you don’t even want my touch now huh?” she was half sarcastic in her tone, but also genuinely looking for a response.

“chloe,” max started, looking down at her own hands while she fidgeted, “was that a friend of yours while we were at frank’s?”

chloe raised an eyebrow and nodded, “yeah, her name’s leila and she shows up sometimes. why?”

max stayed silent again, trying to collect her thoughts before she said something that’d make her sound like a possessive psychopath.

chloe’s eyes widened at the realization. “oh shit, you jealous or something?” she smirked, watching as max’s features visibly tensed at her words.

chloe laughed, she knew max was more jealous of a partner than she was, but the pettiness was unexpected—and adorable.

“well if you won’t say anything, i guess i’ll head down to leila’s.” max’s head turned to look at chloe now. “i’m sure she has plenty of words for me.”

max’s eyebrows furrowed, “very funny chloe” except, chloe genuinely found this entertaining.

“oh i know. leila reminds me of that everytime we speak” she taunts, giving max a wink. the teasing would kill max if she heard anymore, so she snapped and pulled the back of chloe’s head in, meeting her lips for a kiss.

chloe made a surprised sound at the sudden contact, feeling the blush that crept up on her cheeks. she was all talk until max’s lips were against hers and she felt her heart melt.

chloe moved her arms around max’s waist, hoisting the girl onto her lap to take some control of the kiss. she dragged her fingers over max’s skin peeking from her shirt, which max clearly seemed to be enjoying.

max was pretty easy to please. give her completely undivided attention, and the girl was content. but only if it happened to be chloe’s attention.

chloe pulled away after a few minutes, gazing at the flush on max’s face before chuckling. “so that was it? you’re a jealous little freak huh?”

max shook her head, noticeably flustered. “i’m not.. but yesterday, you know what you said.”

chloe’s face twisted in confusion as she traced everything from yesterday she might’ve said. eventually, she recalled what she said about her friends and let out a small ‘ooh’.

“oh max, you know i meant that about my past, right?” she spoke sincerely, “after you.. why would i need anybody else?”

max smiled slightly in delight, “well, what i said about you never making the first move on me still stands.” her voice came out thick with embarrassment.

chloe sighed and rubbed her hands along max’s back. “i just didn’t wanna fuck things up with you” a grin crept on her lips, “and you know, it was so hot for you to seriously kiss me.”

max felt another stupid blush painted on her face. “i thought i might’ve forced you into something and you started dating me out of pity.”

chloe shook her head, “fuck no. you’re my girl for life.” she pulled max closer “i’ve had things in the past, but i don’t regret that they’ve led me to you.”

max giggled in delight, “you’re speaking all softie like.”

“hm? you want me to give leila this softness instead?” max lightly smacked chloe’s arm while she laughed at her own joke in amusement. “you can’t lie, that was funny.”

max rolled her eyes playfully in response.

“but seriously, you know i wouldn’t dare to try anything with anybody else, right? i have you, you make me happy as fuck.”

max nodded, feeling finally relieved.

“leila’s cool, but not cool enough for me” she winked at max “you on the other hand, you’re SUPER max” she began to cover max’s face in aggressive little kisses from chin to forehead.

“thanks chloe,” max chuckled, still enjoying the kisses she was receiving “i love you”

chloe pulled away, taking one of her hands from max’s waist to stroke the girl’s cheek. “i love you even more.”

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not proofread <3

[snailvibes]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE WAHOOO!!!!!!

[pedros-husband]

you get sick

pedro pascal characters x male reader

characters included: javier pena, joel miller, javi gutierrez, marcus moreno, agent whiskey, silva, oberyn martell, dieter bravo

javier pena: he's always constantly worrying about you due to the nature of his job and the danger both of you are in every day because of it, so when you get sick his anxiety is absolutely sky high. He calls in sick to take care of you and won't take his eyes off you for even a moment unless hes fetching food or medicine. if you try to talk about how he's worried about you and how endearing you find it, he'll brush you off and say he's just annoyed that he has to take care of you, but there will be a slight heat to his cheeks (it's totally the Colombian heat he'd tell you). He'd mutter spanish curses under his breath the whole time, grumbling about how annoyed he was that he had to be stuck at home taking care of you, or how stupid you were to go and get sick.

He's not stupid so he'll reduce affection to light touches and holding hands, so he doesn't get sick either, no matter how much you beg for a kiss or to cuddle. if you're persistent enough however, he may get in the bed facing away from you so you can cuddle him. he'd get annoyed if you get all your 'sickness' over his shirt but he won't move until he knows for definate that you're asleep, before getting out and placing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. he doesn't mind taking care of you that much really.

joel miller: pre breakout- he’s dealt with Sarah being sick but beyond that he’s not all that experienced, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try his best. If he can he’ll get a day or two off work (not guaranteed) and he’ll care for you with gentle words and cold compresses to your sweaty forehead. Or he’ll run to the neighbours and beg for some chicken soup for you. He’d refuse to kiss you on the lips but he’d be big spoon and cuddle you until you felt better.

He’d reassure you that your not a burden a lot and remind you how much he loves you with little:

“My handsome man”

“I love taking care of you sweetheart, makes me feel all important y’know”

He’s just a big softie inside really 🥰

Javi Gutierrez: he’s so sweet and caring, he hates seeing you sick so he’d take time away from whatever work he had to stay by your bedside, getting the most expensive medicine he could find only for you to ask him for some warm soup or cuddles. He of course doesn’t care if he gets sick so he’s give you so many sweet and tender kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you. He’d even let you choose a movie other than a nick cage movie if you were reallyyyy sick.

Marcus Moreno: he’d give you his mothers best soup to make you feel better and he’d ask to work at home for a while whislt he takes care of you, sitting on the bed with your head resting in his lap as he works on his computer, staring glances down to see your sick and puffy face sleeping peacefully in his lap cuddled up under blankets. He’d smile and occasionally run his fingers through your hair or traces shapes onto your soft skin, happy tears pricking in his eyes. He’d get missy to write you a get well soon card too.

Agent whiskey: due to his past with his ex he’s so much more concerned if you’re ever sick or hurt in anyway so he’d refuse to go out on missions until he knows for a fact your fit and healthy, constantly by your side biting his lips till their bloody and cracked, nails bitten down so much blood seeps onto his hands and he constantly has to wash them. He’d go crazy over medicine and food so much he often ends up stressed and overworked so much he gets sick too, ending up with you two looking after eachother, your thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of his knuckles to soothe him and whisper sweet words into his ears like:

“I’m okay mi amor, rest your pretty head”

“We’re a couple of sick love struck idiots hm?”

And he’d whisper things like:

“My man is so handsome even when he’s sick huh? That’s not fair”

“You gotta get better soon or I might just go crazy with worry mi Vida. And that wouldn’t be very fun for you now will it?”

Silva: he’d be a lot more quiet with his approach, choosing to simply sit with you, a cold rag dabbed across your sweaty skin and his fingers interlocking with yours. He’d read a book in the rocking chair husky he observed you sleep to make sure you’re okay and he’d take nice cold baths with you propped against his chest, his fingers tracing shapes onto you chest as he mumbles Spanish into your ear.

Oberyn martell: he’s a busy man- being prince of dorne but he’d send for his servants and the best doctors in the land to look after you, settling for comforting you at night. He’d climb into bed with a simple robe on only covering his lower half, one arm hanging over your side and a leg tangled with yours- not too much contact to overheat you in your sick state- but enough that you’re both satisfied. He’d be worried about you and constantly ask his servants updates on you through the day/s and visit you if it got really bad- sitting by your beside holding your hand with tears threading to spill though he’d never admit it if he did cry, chalking it up to you being sick and delusional. Or that it was a dream.

Dieter bravo: he’s been sick so many times from drugs and alcohol that it’s pretty normal for him and he knows how to deal with it like it’s nothing. Of course with you it’s different and he’d treat you liek a prince- knowing the pain you’re probably in. He’d give you the best medicine he knows and even some of his reserved stuff for extremely dark days if he felt needed, and he’d lay with you until it was all better.

sorry I was gone so long everyone- something happens in my life and I took some time off for myself. I am planning on releasing something soon but I just wanted to get something out there for now :)

[arthurs-ficz]

Nobody will probably see this because life is strange is such a small fandom.. Oh well!

This takes place in life is strange before the storm!

You walked. Your bag felt heavy on your back, as it bounced off your back every step you took.

Two people particularly caught your eye as you were walking.

You stopped in your tracks. Was that Nathan and Drew?

You saw Chloe, and some other girl. You think her name is Samantha, trying to defend Nathan.

Chloe was just insulting Drew with insults, but you had enough watching this bratty nonsense.

You may be 16, but you know better then to just pest petty insults like your student Chloe seemed to.

You stepped in Drew's face, blocking his view from everyone else just barely. You must have been two heads smaller then him.

“What the hell are you doing here? Are you also on this twitches side?”

Your eyes didn't loose their contact with Drew's, as your face looked almost emotionless. Your small figure not moving an inch.

“Maybe I am.” You say, just loud enough for him to hear.

Before he can respond, you punch Nathan's folder from out of his grasp.

Before the folder falls onto the ground, you catch it. Some photos fall out which you can't really make out. Those black and white photos aren't your biggest priority at the moment so you thrash them in as quick as they had fallen.

Drew looks at you embarrassed and stunned.

“I'll deal with you later, just you wait.” He says, Walking away. He looks like steam could come out of his ears.

You turn to Nathan, giving him his folder back.

“It's nice to see your face again Nate.”

Chloe and Samantha are stunned.

You and Nathan had been the closest of friends since middle school. Never leaving eachothers side.

Until your parents had to move away for a job that would be life changing.

Nathan said he would have gave you the money to be secure, and to stay in Arcadia. But his father didn't agree, and lectured Nathan on his 'ridiculous' offer.

You were his comfort person, someone who made all his nightmares go away.

When you left, it was the worst for him.

But you both always kept contact on the phone, however you never told Nathan you were coming to Arcadia again.

He looks at you. You think you can see stars in his eyes.

You hug his shaking body in response.

You take something fabric out of your pocket and place it onto his hand.

It was a tiny whale plush.

[iridescentis]

mischa and talia as amberprice

thoughts

[silvvermst]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

SYNOPSIS :: you accidentally riled up a school bully and guess who decided to make an appearance, that white knight nerd from your Science class.

NOTE :: trying a grumpy x sunshine oneshot? black cat and orange cat oneshot? idk i’m just trying (this is long af and ngl I'm tempted to make this a series)

TYPE :: fluff

It was a warm afternoon and the school bell rang early, which gives time for the students to spend their leisure time. But of course, your professor has to be a real dick and make your whole class create a project and pass it the very next day.

So here you are now, in the library hoping that you can get started on how your project is going to be, where the sun has already gone down and you're needing just one more book to search through the shelves. At least it was peaceful here in the library, that was until small moans and groans had been echoing at the very back of the library, away from the librarian's desk.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath. Walking away was your option, until the guy started talking. Wait a fucking minute, that's Juliet's boyfriend.

You should have minded your own business, but she was your friend. It would be devastating to find out through your friend about your boyfriend's betrayal, but sitting around and doing nothing might be even worse.

You grab your phone from your pocket and without hesitation, took a picture. The only mistake was why the hell is your flash on to begin with?!

Both of them looked up and they saw your head popping from the side of the shelf.

The bliss on their face was replaced by rage, he pushed away the girl on top of him and quickly dressed up. “Give me you fucking phone.” The mean aura around him makes you step back as he steps closer.

“No the fuck I won't.” You were preparing for a sprint when he caught your arm, digging his nails onto your skin leaving moon crescent marks.

It stings but you try your best to get him off of you. It all happened so fast, when a fist swung at the guy's face. He immediately lost his balance while the person who punched him curled into a ball from the searing pain in his hand that swung at Zachary.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” You muttered, looking back and forth at the two idiots who were yelping in pain.

The girl he was with already fled away, but you stood there debating whether to help the poor guy, not Zachary, but the other who looks like he's the one who's been punched.

“Fuck! What's up with your face? Ow!” The stranger groaned as he cradled his stupid hand to his chest.

Zachary had already stood up straight and immediately followed-up a stronger punch right into the guy who punched him first. The impact of Zachary's punch on his face made him stumble against the bookshelves that made the books fall on the wooden floor with loud thumps.

Finally! The librarian made their way to the scene and let out a shriek, guess the books were more important than the guy who had his face punched. You saw how the librarian finished putting back the fallen books to its shelves, and looked at the three of you.

“They did it, Zachary Riggins has been fucking a new girl here in your library.” You voiced out, taking the initiative to blame Zachary. “It's distracting since they're getting louder, we're only here to inform him to get out.”

The librarian raised their eyebrow that looks like they're doubting your story, and took a look at Zachary with his messy shirt and hair, with pants undone.

“Mr. Riggins, come with me to detention, you too.” They said pointing at you. Come on, you really don't have time for this shit.

“I, uh, I will. After I, I helped him to the infirmary.” I said, going to the stranger who has his hands on his face, still sitting on the floor. “He was punched by that asshole for helping me since I was being harassed by Zachary.”

The librarian took a moment before nodding their head, “Fine, then you and Mr. Graham go straight to detention, understand?”

You nodded, and watched them disappear between the bookshelves. You turned your head to the stranger, who was still in the same position.

“You shouldn't have involved yourself if you can't take a punch.” You said, and nudged him with your foot to stand up.

“Mhm... my vision is blurry.” His voice was full of pain.

You winced the moment he lifted his head, a dark violet has been spreading around his right eye. “Come on, get on your feet. I'll help you.” Your patience was running thin when he didn’t move an inch, so all you did was slumped down the floor and sat beside him. “What are you even doing here? I thought students get to roam free since we’ve all had early dismissals.”

“Uh, just like you. I'm preparing for my project in our Science class.” His answer was still weak but he looked at you when he felt your warmth.

“What do you mean?” You connected two and two together, so he was actually your classmate. “Oh, are you new?”

His brows furrowed like what you said was weird, and from his point of view, it definitely was.

“I have been your classmate for a year... you, you never noticed?” The tone of his voice changed and his expression was dejected. As you quickly looked away because of the guilt building inside of you. “I even passed you my notes when you said you forgot yours.”

You tried to remember the times where you talked to him in class, tried even harder the time you saw him in your class! But nothing comes to mind, it was as if he was invisible to begin with.

“Can't remember.” You bluntly say, before adding up, “Now, get up, I'll take you to the infirmary.” Holding out your hand towards him.

His expression was still like a hurt-puppy and your words added salt to his wound, but he won't miss an opportunity to hold your hand so he took it without questions.

“Jesus, if you've been punched in your left eye as well you'd look like a panda.” There was coldness in your voice yet the moment he snickered you couldn't help but chuckle.

“I'd love to be a panda if it means you won't get hurt.” He says, and you'd be deaf if you say you didn't hear it. It was plain and clear, but you decided not to ask anything about it.

In just half a minute, you were in front of the infirmary. Opening the doors and helping him to get inside as he only has one good eye, his right has already closed. The infirmary was quiet as always, but this time it was too quiet. Calling out to the nurses in charge, no one greeted you back.

“Shit!” Cursing to yourself, before looking back at him. In his pitiful state, he’s in one of those sofa chairs that are placed near the wall. “Hey, come on. Let’s put you to bed.” All he did was to nod.

You helped him reach the end of the bed before collapsing into it, “Wait for me, I’ll grab some ice.”

You quickly left his side and went to the desk of the nurse’s station, you saw an empty ice bag and searched for a freezer to fill it with ice. Then, returning to his side you poked him in the arms. “I’ll put the ice bag in your eyes, ok? It will reduce the swelling.” But it looks like he was already sleeping the pain off when he didn’t respond and so you leaned over and put the ice bag on his eyes, and another on his knuckles that landed on the jerk's face. After your job was done, you were planning to leave and head to detention by yourself but he uttered your name.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Mhm. I was almost asleep. But I heard you walking away, didn't the librarian tell you to go to detention with me?” He said, his eyes still closed.

“Well, obviously, you can't do detention right now given your situation.” You explained with your finger pointing at the ice bag. “It's best if you rest here.”

He pushed himself to sit up at the hospital bed, taking the ice bag off of his face. “Look, I'm fine.”

The bruised eye was still twitching and the color of it stays the same. “Don't be stupid. You're not in a good condition–.”

“Fine.” He said as a sigh, prolonging the syllable. “At least, stay here, please. I got hurt because of the jerk.”

“Ha! Not my problem, I didn't ask you to do shit.” You coldly responded, being aware how he's using his current state to make you stay. Why would he even want you to stay? You barely know him.

But he knows so much about you.

“Please, just until I fall asleep or the nurse comes back. I just want to talk to somebody.” He pleaded, gosh, his pitiful state just added an effect for his puppy-dog eyes.

“You're so sensitive.” Only a small laugh slipped out of your lips as you massaged your temples with your index and thumb.

“Ouch! That sounds awful the way you say it.” He added, that only turned your small laugh into a giggle. “It's just, I never thought that I would be so invisible that you wouldn't notice me.”

Again, the guilt creeped in that you rethink about the times you took classes together. Were you so out of your system that you have passed a year without interacting with anyone, well, aside from your circle. But they were all in different classes and you don't share one with them, you figured that circle of friends was enough and you don't have to interact with anyone.

But you stayed quiet, letting him continue his sentence, “You belong with the Vortex, so I knew you were trouble when I first saw you in our class. Yet the days go by, you weren't really like them. Sure, Nathan was an asshole through and through. Victoria will make you a laughing stock on her blog. Yet you, you don't push people to their limit or crush them beneath your status and wealth. You're just, you just don't care.”

He talks as if he knows everything about you, that it made you step back. “Shit, are you a private investigator? I don't need a character analysis right now, Mr. Graham.”

“You know my name?!” You were surprised by how he almost jumped out of the bed.

“Be careful! You can get really hurt from your stupidity. And no, I don't, I just heard the librarian mention it.”

“Aw..” He sulks going back to slumping against the pillow on his hospital bed.

“But since we got in this situation, we might as well get to know each other, propely.” You suggested, to lessen the fact that you don't remember a bit of him.

“Right, I'm Warren Daniel Graham, just Warren is fine.” In turn, you told him your name even though he has already muttered it a hundred of times in his mouth. Loving the way your name rolls off his tongue.

“Did you know that we first met in the hallway, in your locker. I think you were talking to Victoria about how you'd be her next model.”

“Ah, yeah, I modelled for Victoria once. I think that was a year ago. And, a guy,” You stopped mid-sentence, that memory of yours when a guy accidentally did something stupid. “Holy shit! You're that guy who threw his dissected frog at Victoria!” You said your hands were throwing in the air.

“Accidentally.” He corrected, “Ever since then, I feel like I've been part of the Vortex's Kill List.”

You can't help but laugh out loud, replaying the memory that was once buried. Seeing the reaction of Victoria made you speechless at that time, as for the guy, well, Warren, his dimwitted expression only added to the fuel that was bound to explode from Victoria. You can still vividly remember how she slapped Warren, hard, then walked away and grabbed you in the process.

“Oh, shush, I convinced them not to. Nathan was ready to make you regret coming here, but I just told them that no one took a picture and the issue was already gone.” You explained to ease his worries.

“Shit, thanks to you, I'm still alive to this day.” He smiled, fuck, he looks so adorable with that grin.

“So we're even now.” You commented, you didn't even notice you already sat down at the foot of the bed and laughed at how the conversation was flowing so easily. Being comfortable with anyone that fast was never really your thing, it took a lot of time before you can show your true colors to someone else.

You noticed the fatigue in his eyes and how it slowly crept into his body, taking it over and how his muscles loosened.

“Don't go.”

“I won't, silly. I promised I'll go when you're fast asleep.” He nods, still trying to fight off the weariness.

It wasn't long before he is fast asleep, he looked more peaceful and you knew it was time to go.

“Oh my! I'm sorry I took my break too long.” A nurse appeared when you hopped off the bed.

“It's alright, he's just resting. He got the black eye from a fight.” You explained, grabbing your bag on the bedside table. “Please, take care of him.”

With that, you quietly walked away and went to detention. Just your luck.

[00ops1e]

currently working on just started a friends to lovers! pricefield piece. this is my big comeback yall. ETA: i dont know like a week? maybe?

[dec0dethefuture]

hi! I'm Ashlynn :)

i'm 21, bisexual, neurodivergent, and my pronouns are they/he/she.

i'm in a lot of fandoms and have many interests including but not limited to: atla, heartstopper, maze runner, stranger things, taylor swift, 5sos, life is strange, hivemind tv, etc.

im currently majoring in photography and art history and minoring in film studies :)

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[ruewrote]

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PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of possible death GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: love me now by john legend WORD COUNT: 765

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it had been just over a week since rachel had gone missing and you had never seen chloe so...broken?

since she had gotten expelled she now spent her days in bed or out getting high. you were more than worried for her, she barely spoke to you anymore whether that be through person or messaging. always ending up with you getting left on read or delivered most nights.

joyce gave you sad smiles as you showed up to take care of her daughter or well atleast try to.

often leaving trays of food out for her, then coming back to get it and it would be barely touched. the curtains of her bedroom always closed, the strong scent of beer and weed making your stomach churn as you laid snuggled up close holding her.

you've never seen her look so small before.

for the boisterous girl you had first met seeing chloe in this state terrified you and the fact you couldn't do anything to make her feel better made the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

a few weeks later and rachel was still missing.

the students of blackwell reluctantly went back to their normal schedules, classes did too, even with the constant rainfall.

as for chloe she was nowhere near okay, but she was out of bed and determined more than ever to find rachel. placing missing person posters all over town with your help of course.

you would do anything for that girl...for your girl.

like now where you're stood close behind her, your hands in gloves gripping a bleaching brush which was covered in blue hair dye.

ever since the two of you had gotten together you had taken on the role of dying her hair, tired of seeing her miss patches at the back. you also happened to love the calmness of the process, that was when you actually got her to sit still.

her normal fidgeting was now still, the room that was previously full of music and life is dull and quiet.

you were just about done double checking you covered everywhere before taking off your gloves and picking up a piece of tissue, shuffling round to kneel in front of her.

she had been awfully quiet today, it had gotten so bad you wished that she'd just scream and shout at you, to do something. anything.

your fingers gently grasped her chin as you wiped away any excess off of her forehead so it wouldn't burn the skin, her eyes skimming your face as you did, a soft smile tugged at your lips as you went to give her a kiss only for your lips to be met with her cheek.

that sinking feeling coming back again as you backed away. peeling the gloves off of your hands, gathering your things whilst she tried to explain herself. the tears nearly spilling from your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat to speak to her.

"i-im gonna go home, give you some space. remember don't leave that on for too long, i love you." pausing to look at her seeing the regret and pain on her face. she reached out for you, but before she could catch you, you slipped out of the door.

you didn't know what to do anymore, this was all becoming so draining. feeling terrible for even thinking that, but you felt like you were losing her.

now instead of stopping off at her house before school you went straight there, sometimes even grabbing a coffee and still having enough time to be early.

your grades that were once slipping now back on track, you spent your time drowned in homework or extracalicular activities so you didn't have to think of her. of everything. every once in a while calling joyce for updates.

tonight was one of the nights where every had been done, school work, chores. so you ended up having a self care night. not remembering the last time you did something nice for yourself.

having a shower, slipping into some pjs and putting on home alone. a christmas movie that you once loved but now couldn't watch without thinking of her.

clicking off the tv, falling onto your bed. bundling yourself up as you listened to the rain beat against the window.

you missed her laugh, her sarcastic humour, her touch, you missed her.

for the passed few years it had been you two, she was your constant and having it all ripped away from you so suddenly hurt.

you felt forgotten. for the time in ages you were...alone.

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[lis-kspiffie]

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