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simon riley custard tart sparkling water pretty please 🥺

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there's tons of things avaliable! i love getting your suggestions, so please, keep 'em coming! as for this lovely anon, i see what you're cooking up there! a nice gentle smut fic but, i chose to make it inexperienced!simon who wants to make sure that his girl is taken care of! so thank you!

custard tart ('i've never done this before") + sparkling water (gentle sex) served by simon "ghost" riley (call of duty)!!

cw: smut/pwp, first time, virgin!simon, gentle sex, size kink, cowgirl position

simon knew he was a big man. an ugly, big man, who could easily crush you. if it was his hands around your throat or even press to hard of his weight onto your body.

he was a solid mass and the last thing he wanted was to harm the love of his life. so his hugs were loose and his kisses were soft. and even after six months of dating, you still haven't had sex together. you did everything else together,

it wasn't until you asked him simply, "si, why have you not fucked me yet?"

he swallowed and replied, "afraid of hurtin' ya... never been with someone before." he hunched his shoulders a little.

that was when you knew that you'd have to take control if you wanted to have sexual intimacy with simon. you promised him that you'd control the pace and that you'd make sure that you didn't get hurt.

when simon felt comfortable with the idea of having sex with you. he placed a large hand between your shoulder blades and said, "it hurts, you stop. i ain't tearin' up my woman."

and you kissed the scar on his chin, "si, i promise. and we'll have a lot of fun." then took him by the hand to lead him to the bedroom.

he sighed, "'i've never done this before, i'm sorry, love." he sat on the edge of the bed once you got into the bedroom. he watched you with those big brown eyes of his as you got out of your baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. he caught sight of your cute nude coloured bra and leaned a little forward, "i'm sorry i can't be more help, love."

you chuckled, "well i guess that means i can teach you everything. there's nothing to be ashamed about, si." you reached him and pulled him close, his head against your chest. you combed your fingers through his short hair, "thank you for trusting me enough to want to have sex with me."

he chuckled a little, "i'd trust ya to do my open heart surgery." he looked up at you, his chin dug into your chest. those beautiful brown eyes gazed at you with such love that you felt your stomach do a flip. oh, he was amazing.

you then pulled at the shoulders of his t-shirt before you took it off his back, exposing his broad, scarred chest to you. you admired him and smiled a little but, "painfully handsome."

he shook his head, "no way. you're the nice looking one. i got an ugly mug." he chuckled before he was laid on his back by you. he got fully onto the bed and started to work at his sweatpants. he felt an intense anticipation.

"are you okay?" you asked as you got naked and onto the bed. your hands trailed across his chest lovingly, "we can stop."

he shook his head, "nah, nah, love. i trust ya, i want to make ya feel good. i just don't want ya to over do it."

you replied, "don't worry, si. i'll be gentle, for both of us." then helped him get out of his underwear. you straddled his waist and with a little help from him, you sank down his cock.

you exhaled deeply, you knew it looked big. but to have it inside of you felt so different. it was a bit of a stretch but eventually you got yourself seated fully on him.

you asked softly as you splayed your hands across his chest, "is it okay that i had more sexual partners than you, si? i know some guys can be weird about it."

he replied, "i ain't a boy, love. i'm a man. a man can handle a woman who has slept with other men before. i wasn't expectin' ya to wait for me." he chuckled. he placed his hands on your hips softly and rolled his hips a little.

you moaned, "yeah, like that."

simon melted a little at your touch. he let you ride his cock with vigor as he felt the pleasure swarm in his gut. it was all so hot in his body. his heart raced in a good way as he let you take total control.

"you feel so good." you panted, "please, fuck. i love you, si."

"i love you too, doll." he said softly, "i love ya more than anything." his pants were heavy as he watched you control to ride him.

you worked his cock and felt it hot in your body. your pulse raced as you rode him. the feeling was so much for the both of you. you whined into the open air of the bedroom.

simon fell more in love with you as you moved. you were perfect.

you clutched onto his shoulders and really worked his cock. you panted heavily and moaned loudly when you climaxed around his cock. but, that didn't stop your pace as you rode him to his climax.

he hissed through his teeth and felt the warmth in his body as he spurted cum into your sweet cunt. he had to clutch onto the covers under him as to not bruise your hips under his grasp. his breathing was heavy as he felt the rush of pleasure through his body.

you both relaxed and your pace slowed down. you panted heavily as you rested your face against his chest. his cock still inside of you. you gave a few more soft thrusts and simon moaned a little.

"how was that?" you asked as you looked up at him. you smiled at him.

he then reached fro your face and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. he relaxed visibly and said, "perfect. thank you. are you hurt?"

you shook your head, "no, no. i'm a-okay. it all feels so good." you got off his cock and he tucked you into his side. he kissed the top of your head and you said, "i love you."

"i love you too, angel." he said softly and he placed soft kisses on your face. it was sweet, intimate. that if simon was going to trust anyone with such intimacy, it was going to be you. <3

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Once Upon A December

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Of all the things your heart used to know, things it years to remember, Bucky Barnes is at the top of that list.

A.N. - I feel like you guys just haven't been made aware, but one thing about me, I love a good musical.

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Bucky softly swallows the air that seems to get more sparse as he thinks, truly thinks, about his latest conclusion. "I just - I think it's time."

His hands fold together, he hunches over, barely able to tear his eyes off the ground.

"I can't tell you what to do here, Buck."

"I know."

"Do what you think is best."

"Best?" He bitterly chuckles. "There is no best. I just - I'm hurtin' the both of us by holding on. And I don't want to hurt her anymore."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"I feel so guilty every time I look at her." Bucky lightly gasps for air. "And God, I - Sometimes, I think that maybe that's the reason I'm the only one she doesn't remember."

Steve grips Bucky's shoulder, "Buck... it wasn't your fault."

"How do I let her go?" Bucky brokenly whispers. "How do I mourn the love of my life when I know she's right there, she's alive?"

Steve finds himself at a loss for words. There was no answer. Nothing he could say. It was a truly impossible situation. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head, clearing his throat, "I should go talk to her."

"I think she was in your - in her room."

Bucky winces at the correction. It wasn't their room anymore. Now, it was your room. He'd given you the space to try to regain that void in your memory.

And yet, it's all so painfully familiar. It's muscle memory. Walking to your room. Knocking on your door. The only difference is now, it doesn't feel like coming home, it feels more like the procession to his own funeral.

"James..." Your tone is flat, unsure as you open the door. He hates the guilt glistening in your eyes. He sees it every time you look at him. He hates that he's the one that made you feel that way.

When it first happened, when he first realized that he was nothing but a blurry figure dancing through your memory, he tried telling you.

He tried filling every detail of your epic love story in your mind. He tried forcing himself back into your memories. Nothing brought back the look of love and adoration in your eyes.

He offers a heavy smile, "Hi. Can I come in?"

You nod, stepping away from the door to allow him into his former home. The place looks the same, with the notable exception of the traces of him.

You settle on the couch. He sits on the small loveseat, perpendicular to you. "How are you?"

He licks his lips, offering a small shrug, "I start therapy in a few days again."

"Oh."

"What about you?"

Your voice is far more curt than you intend, "I didn't remember anything if that's what you're asking."

His heart stammers, "No. That's not what I meant."

"Sorry, I didn't sleep very well. Not that it's an excuse."

"Nightmares?"

"Just the same one." You're not sure how much detail he cares to hear, but the way he waits for you to continue is almost a comfort. Your eyes squeeze shut as the memory plays on a loop. "I - I don't remember the mission. Just bits and pieces. I was alone. On the rooftop. And then I see the HYDRA agent's face. When they push me. That's where the nightmare starts... I fall. It's dark. I can hear someone screaming my name. And it's over."

"You weren't alone on the roof."

"What?"

"I was on the roof with you. We were scoping out the area. They came out of nowhere."

Your eyes widen. It clicks. The sound of the voice screaming after you. It almost perfectly matches the timbre of his voice. Only now, his voice sounded strained, tried. "You were screaming my name."

Bucky nods, "I jumped after you. I didn't make it in time. I found you laying in your own blood."

"I'm sorry, James."

He hates the sound of his name so formal leaving your mouth. He can't help himself as he speaks, "You never used to call me that."

"Oh?"

A sad smile tugs at the corner of Bucky's mouth, "You only called me James when you were upset. Or when I was annoying you."

A light chuckle leaves your lips, "What did I call you when you weren't annoying me?"

"Bucky. Buck." He shrugs. He swallows the knot forming in his throat, his voice wavering, "A lot of pet names. I pretended to hate it, but I didn't."

You look up to see tears shining in his eyes. His voice breaks as he continues on, "You called me Sarge when you were joking or being flirty."

You reach forward, squeezing his hand. A tight knot forms in your throat, "I'm sorry I can't be the girl you remember."

He looks down at the warmth of your hand resting on his. He's acutely aware that this is the first time you've initiated contact with him since you forgot him.

He swallows back his tears, "You didn't take off your ring."

"It didn't feel right to." You start sliding the ring off, "I should probably give it back."

He immediately stops you, "Keep the ring."

"Steve said it was your mother's. I couldn't."

He shakes his head, his heart clenching with pain, "I won't need it."

You rest your hand on your chest. Your heart yearns to remember him, to remember his place in your life. It was right there. Like a word on the tip of your tongue. You could feel the memory of him glowing in the recesses of your memory, glowing as dim as an ember.

You were so close, and yet, it wasn't enough. "I want to remember. I so badly do."

He stroke a stray hair out of your face. Sitting this close to you, he takes a long moment to memorize every detail. The slope of your nose. Your eyes. Your lips. He knows he'll never be this close to you again.

He had to stop hurting you. He had to stop hurting himself.

"I know."

You rest your forehead against him. It feels both so foreign and so familiar all at once.

"Can I - Can I kiss you?" he asks. "Just one last time."

You nod, your heart shattering at the sound of the hurt in his wavering voice.

His flesh hand rests against your cheek. Your breath shudders, dancing across his lips. His nose brushes against yours. Once. Twice. You find yourself leaning forward, closing the distance. His lips brush against yours hesitantly at first. You can't help but notice the way they mold against yours perfectly.

The song that vaguely echoed in the back of your mind gets louder and louder, echoing with thoughts of him. The memory of him rattles against your skull, begging you to remember.

Your hand moves from its place on the cushion to his shoulder. Slowly, it creeps down to rest just above his racing heart. You hum against his lips, pulling yourself away from him.

You look up at him, your eyes shining up at him like they once used to. "Bucky?"

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dbf!joel teaching innocent!reader how to ride him? and maybe she's rlly shy about it and complains about how it hurts n stuff? also i love how you write dirty talk, i need this filled to the brim with it!!

A/N: sorry about being completely awol for so long!! next part of my plushie series should be soon but for now have this little drabble <3

warnings: SMUT, insane dirty talk, age gap, needy!reader, joel miller thoroughly enjoying ruining reader's innocence.

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“Just like that, honey, bounce on it.”

You sat naked in Joel’s lap with your hands behind you, settled on his knees.

“H-Hurts, Joel, please—”

“Hey, hey,” Joel cooed, eyes searching for yours as your lashes fluttered, “Hurt’s good, sweetheart. Y’know why?”

You whined before sinking down to his hilt, trying your best to rest there despite the ache from his cock being so deep inside of you. “Why?” You whispered in a voice so small, Joel huffed a small laugh.

“It means you’re tryin’ super hard to make me feel good. So when you’re hurtin’ a little, I know for sure you’re taking it like a good girl.”

You leaned forward until your arms wrapped around Joel’s shoulders, burying your face in his neck.

“I’m the best girl, Joel, I promise. Gonna—Gonna show you. Gonna make you cum.” With that, you lifted your hips and slammed them back down again, repeating that motion over and over.

You were hungry for him, wanting him in as many ways as possible, so with your eyes screwed shut and your senses intoxicated with his scent, your hand blindly searched for Joel’s much larger one and brought it up to grope your breast. Even that silent request was dripping in innocence; Little things like the tremor in your much smaller hand, the way your most desperate touches were gentle, and perhaps his favorite show of your innocence, your pleading whimpers and moans that were so clearly unintentional. He couldn’t explain it, but the hottest things about you were the things that you didn’t know were hot.

And, well, Joel felt like corrupting that innocence he adored so much, just a little bit. “What do you want me to do with these, baby girl?”

“Um,” You hesitated shyly, your hips slowing down as the humiliation of the situation seeped in, “I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Oh, but you do know, honey. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I-I want you to… play with them,” You felt your confidence growing with every second you spent thinking about your biggest fantasies, until your hips subconsciously started back up again at that brutal pace and the rest of your “request” came spilling out, “Mess with them. And… And squeeze them. Suck on them, too, Really hard. ‘Till there’s marks. Can you, Joel?”

He groaned a little at the depravity of your words and the delicious way you were messily bouncing on his cock, but your desires inspired a need for a change in plans.“Go ahead and climb down, sweetheart.”

You looked up at him, concern in your eyes as you rambled. “W-What? M’gonna fuck it better now, I swear, gonna let you go in real deep and I’ll squeeze it more so you feel good, my friends told me guys like that, and I forgot to do it before but I’ll do it now, and, and I’ll bounce quicker, I—”

“—Oh, honey,” Joel tsked, shaking his head slightly before bringing his mouth to your ear, “Do you want me to fuck your tits or not? Get down.”

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Claws Down (Thatch x f!cat!reader)

Pt 1

AN Omg guys back to back posts? It had been a hot minuteee since I managed that! Idk what came over me I just came across Claws out and I was like man I have the perfect thing for this plus someone expressed they were interested in so ha perfect! Two birds one stone

Here Reader is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

"Come on, Kitty, Don' look at me like that." Thatch laughed as he continued to chop the carrot in front of him.

"Why am I here." she sneered, pulling at her hands, the restraints clinking against the table as she did

"Why, it's my Kitty Watch."

"I don't need to be watched over like some toddler, and Don't call me that," she snapped back.

"Oh, come on, don't get your feathers ruffled. Besides, you really gave us no choice. We can't have an aggressive stowaway runnin’ around the ship as we sail, much less you, who seem to love tryin’ to claw at people."

"I don't even have my nails out; you guys made sure of that," she growled, gesturing at the sea-stone bracelet that hung on her wrist.

"Ya sent a crewmate to the med bay cause you clawed at him even with that on," he reminded her, snickering as she continued to glare at him.

Why so mad, Kitty?" he teased, sliding his chopped vegetables into a pot as he stirred it.

"I told you to stop calling me that, and you tell me why would I be mad about being stuck with a bunch of sweaty pirates cuffed to the damn counter?"

"Gee," he said as he scooped some of the soup into a bowl and put it in front of her.

"Here I am making your food, and you're just being mean to me, and besides, Marco warned ya that if ya hurt someone, the cuffs go back on; it's not on me," he pouts.

She rolled her eyes and sent him a mocking smile as she put her restraints up and jiggled them.

"You goin’ to be nice?" he asked as he made his way around the counter, taking a key from his pocket.

"Just get them out."

He shook his head but did as she asked, pulling the restraints off her with a slight 'clink.'

"Finally," she huffed, turning back to the plate in front of her, grabbing the spoon provided, and beginning to eat slowly.

"See, I knew you would come aroun’, Kitty!" he said, sitting on the stool beside her.

She simply glanced at him, taking him in, analyzing him as her hold on the utensil tightened.

"Kitty..." He warned

She looked up at him with a slight glare and lunged at him, smashing the spoon against his hand.

He let out a hiss at the action but quickly extended his other hand to catch the fleeing girl and dodging her attempt at clawing his face off.

"Now wait a cotton pickin’ minute, Little Lady, I thought we were making progress," he said, pulling her back first into his chest as he held both of her wrists in a hugging fashion as she attempted to dig her nails into him, much like their first encounter.

"Like hell we are," she cried struggling against his hold, quickly realizing she was no match for him in strength, so she changed her tactic, digging her heel into his.

"Whoa there," he called as he avoided her stomping attempts ad he quickly wrapped one of his legs against hers, trapping them against the stool he sat on.

"You insufferable fucking hair for brains," she wailed as she tried to buck him off as he struggled to keep her restrained against him.

This continued for a while until she eventually tired herself out, and only the sound of their heavy breathing echoed in the kitchen.

"Ya done with the hissy fit?" he muttered.

"Let me go."

"Please, just don't try to run away again."

"Or what, you will cuff me again?" she glumly replied.

"Again, Kitty, we don't want to; in fact, we wouldn't mind havin’ a stowaway walkin’ around; we've had a few, and they are free to roam around. The reason you have restraints is because you keep hurtin’ my brothers; you will hurt yourself, too, eventually," he explains, looking down at her.

"If you can promise to stop hurtin’ them and doing reckless stuff, ya’ are free to roam aroun’," he finishes.

"If that is the problem, why did you stop me from leaving the first day you saw me?"

"Because ya were going to steal our boat!" he exclaimed baffled.

"Oh please, you guys can handle missing one junior boat" she called, rolling her eyes.

"It aint about that; it's about the principle!" he cries.

"You're pirates!"

"Listen, just promise ya won't hurt anyone or steal from us and ya are free to go." He pleads

"Fine," she hollered, stumbling her way up as he suddenly released her. She turned back to glare at the man, who stared back at her with an innocent look on his face.

"For now," she added, much to his disappointment.

"I'm sorry, kitty, but if ya hurt someone, the cuffs are coming back on," he warned, shaking said restraints in the air

“So mind your P’s and Q’s darlin”

"And the sea stone?" she questions

"Sorry, that stays kitty. Like I said, you have already sent a couple of my brothers to the clinic with scratches without the seastone, so we can't risk letting your Claws out."

She let out a grumble but left it at that, glancing at the counter.

Thatch notices her stare, and he grins as he realizes what she had set her sights on

"So ya did like the soup!" he grinned.

"Shut up, don't let it get to your head. I just haven't had a decent meal in a while," she snapped as she climbed back to the stool and resumed eating.

"Don't worry about tha’." he smiles, leaning against his hand and watching her gulp the soup down.

"We will keep you well fed here, even if only until our next stop; you will not go hungry."

She paused her eating to look at him, mouth agape, only to shake it moments later and continue her previous task.

"Thank you."

"Na problem, Kitty."

"Stop calling me that."

"Awe come on!"

What we thinking? When I was writing this it gave me the idea that maybe I could do a chapter for each member, thoughts?

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Ellie Williams

tw! mention of sh

-> Ellie Willams comforting reader about self harm.

-> modern AU.

a/n: this is rather long and im sorry guys if it was bad and if it has any grammer mistakes!! i tried my best fr :')

It was winter, your favorite time of the year. Maybe because of the cold air that would hit your face when you step outside or maybe the fact that you could wear long sleeves without anyone saying "how are you not hot?!" or "arent you sweaty and hot under that hoodie?"

It was the weekend. You were in your dorm you shared with one of your very good friends, Ellie. She didnt know about your problems, mostly because you thought she doesnt care about them. She was just your best friend and also smoke buddy.

Oh but boy were you wrong.

Ellie was out, buying some stuff for dinner. It was already dark outside. While she was out, your feelings got the best of you and all of your stress and anger bolied up till it exploded.

Few little tears slid down your face as you open your box that was mostly empty besides some random stuff you had and your blade.

The drom room was pretty heated up so it would sometimes get too warm. Thats why you were in a short sleeve shirt while Ellie was out.

Bringing the blade to your wrist, you went across it rather harshly. One, two then three times you did that when you heard the door open. "baack! got some chips for the movie"

You heard Ellie say, but you were unable to form words at the moment. Quickly rushing, you put your blade in the hidding spot and throw on a zip up hoodie as you step outside your bedroom to greet her.

Your eyes were stained with tears and you put up a weak smile for her when she faced you. Of course Ellie noticed that. She alwalys does. And she saw those healed up scars, of course she has. But she never pointed them out because she didnt want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Hey.. you good?" she asked you in such a sweet tone as her eyes frown a little. Shooting you a rather sad smile with concerne over her face. Taking some time to process what she just said you nodded with your head "yea. 'm good."

As she heard your words she knew something wasnt right. You werent really yourself for the past few days to be fair and she had every right to be worried.

Placing the bags on the counter she walked towards you. A soft smile spread across her face as she put her hand on your shoulder.

You looked at your shoulder where her hand rested and then back at her. "you know, you can tell me anythin' babe." those words echoed through your ears as she said them. And something inside of you snapped. You felt safe with her, you always did and she made sure you knew that.

A tear dropped from your eye, then another and another. And finally you were full on sobbing as she brought you close to her hugging you tightly while you cried into her chest.

Ellie didnt mind that, she didnt care if you stained her shirt with your tears. All she wanted was for you to feel better. After you let it all out and calmed down a little she pulled away her hands gently rubbing on your upper arms as she looked at you.

"come on"

she said in a low and soft vocie as she gestured to the couch.

For a moment you two sat i comfortable silence while she examined your face for sime kind of a answear and patiently waiting for you to speak up. But all you did was stare at the ground while tugging onto your sleeves. The stinging of your fresh cuts made you uncomfortable, it burned.

Your eyebrows frown together as the burning sensation got worse. Ellie noticed your face and she grabbed your hand to hold it gently. Her hands were rough but they felt nice.

"whatchu making that face for.."

She said a little worried. She noticed you tugging at your sleeves a lot and so she let out a deep sigh out that felt like it was trapped in her forever.

"bae..are you hurtin' yourself ?"

she always used pet names even if you were just friends. but she finally decided to ask you. of course she knew the answear to her own question but all she wanted was to mske sure she was right, she didnt want to make assumptions.

And when she asked you that, it felt as if the whole world stopped for a bare moment. you squeeze her hand as you nod your head, scared to even say anything or look at her.

Ellie lets go of your hand and squeezes your cheeks as she makes you look at her. "its okay that you do.." she pauses for a moment "well..its not but you know what i mean."

Ellie lets out a little chuckle making you yourself laugh a little as she caressed your cheek gently.

"i just want to help you, alright? please let me help you."

after you heard her words she looked down at your wrist as if waiting for something. you finally understood and lifted your sleeves reaviling your scars, some healed some not.

Ellie quickly runs to the bathroom as she took a wet paper towle and some bandages. She cleaned the cuts gently as you wince in pain slightly. After she cleaned your cuts, Ellie wrapped the bandages around your wrist not too tightly but not to loose.

"thank you Els..i-"

she cut you off as she hugged you tightly. you gave into the hug. it felt safe and warm. You felt safe and warm with her. After pulling away she looked at you with a smile on her face.

"how 'bout we watch a movie, yea?"

of course you agreed and for the rest of the night you were cuddled up close to her while she traced gentle touches across your bandaged wrist.

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The Outsiders Relationship Needs

Ponyboy / Physical and Verbal Romance / Physical Touch

Pony is definitely a man of praise

Darry putting all the pressure on him to get good grades

he def needs a few hugs and assurance.

No emotional because all that shi doesnt happen in my dr so shut up.

He loves hugs and kisses

snuggles

nose boops

head butts

anything.

He loves being touched in someway.

Like laying together listening to Elvis and The Beatles

he loves hearing your heart beat when he's laying on you.

He loves holding hands and running in fields together.

Pony is such a stinker tho

"Give me your hand, Y/N."

"Not right now, hun. They're sweaty."

-grabs your hand while you're distracted-

Pony seriously is the type of guy to like ...

idk how to describe it, but

if you told him "I love you so much."

and played with his hair

he would melt.

Johnny / Emotional & Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation

"Ah man, I'm doin' horrible."

"No, Johnnycakes, you're doin' amazin'."

He would start crying.

If you wiped Johnny's tears and comforted him he would be a popsicle on july 4th.

Johnny is definitely the guy to ask someone why they're cryin and they wldnt answer and he'd be reminded of his childhood and immediately go to you.

"Johnny, baby, what's wrong?"

and he would just cry.

The moment he noticed you were fine with him crying and gettin upset at random times was the moment he started falling.

He's a sweet boy, but had too much put on him.

Johnny once told you (when he was black out tired) that he wanted kids so he could give them the childhood he never had.

He still smells like orange peels.

If you play with Johnny's hair while holding him close, he would calm down and melt in your arms.

If you washed his hair for him and told him he was so brave for trusting you, he'd smile wide and his face would slowly light up.

Let him vent to you and Dallas and Addie will immediately trust you.

"Hey, Dally, look at them."

"Huh? Oh. Yeah they ain't hurtin' him."

play Beautiful Boy and he will start crying.

Dally / Emotional, Verbal, and Sexual Romance / Words of Affirmation

Dallas is the kinda guy to go to you for some random reason.

Holding out his St. Christopher: "Hey, doll, look. I fixed it."

"Oh, good job, Dal!"

His expression would soften and he'd immediately pick you up in a hug.

Let him talk to you about New York or his father and let him cry into you.

From that moment on

he is all yours.

He once cried into Sodapop one night

all because he was under too much pressure,

and nobody ever said anything about it.

No one talks about anyone's problems to anyone, especially Dally's or Johnny's.

Dallas would sexualise himself to let out all that grief from childhood.

And the moment you told him

he doesn't need to be sexual to be respected or to be validated

was the moment he handed over his St. Christopher.

He feels he has to sexualise himself

just because he needs that validation.

But he soon figured out it comes in different forms.

"Dallas Tucker. You are so brave and you deserve to be loved, not whatever it is you're doing."

"...what are you doin' to me, man.."

as a single tear runs down his cheek

Sodapop / Physical Romance / Gifts and Quality Time

"Y/N, can we cuddle and watch a movie?"

"Of course! But first I got you something!"

He perks up like a puppy and his eyes always go wide in realisation.

Sodapop loves presents

when Christmas comes along, there is always presents for everyone that say

"to: johnny/darry; From Soda!!", "to: addie and dallas; From poppy<3", "too: steve /two-bit; frum: papi soda", "to: ponyboy michael curtis; from addie and sodapop<3"

always.

from.

soda.

he buys you the cutest things like

bouquets and stuffed animals

but he once bought ponyboy a stick of butter cuz he got his hand stuck in a jar once.

he loves holidays spent with the gang.

christmas huddled at the curtis's, halloween trick-or-treating, valentine's day with stevie, easter egg hunts (when yall were tiny), etc.

He'd so cry when you had to work and he wanted to hang out.

Sodapop loved spending time with addie and pony when they were little, but they grew up too fast, so he spends time with you because you're what he loves most

THIRD NEXT TO STEVE.

Two-Bit / Sexual & Emotional Romance / Acts of Service

Keith doesn't understand the value he has in the group.

Nobody would laugh without him,

nobody would go to the movies without him, etc.

He doesn't understand self-worth so he finds that in sex.

i mean its his third year as a junior.

he once asked addie why she was so down one day

and she just cried.

they both just sat and talked like brother and sister

(cuz the curtis boys forgot she wasnt in the car to go to the movies).

He loves it when people take his feelings into consideration.

Like when he sees "to 2bit frum sodopap"

(sodas handwriting is shit)

he loves it.

Feeling valued and like he matters

makes him happy.

Two-Bit is probably the most puppiest of them all.

Like

once you have him in your grasp

tell eachother about your emotions

and your past...

AND HE IS

ON HIS DEATHBED

(no offense johnny)

ask for his jacket once in awhile and he'll hand it over, he loves being kind

sometimes he'll give change to homeless people on the street just because he feels like it.

he once gave you his whole wallet to prove his love for you.

Steve / Verbal Romance / Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

"Stevie, you know you're so much more than your weight or your muscles."

and hes over here snot crying in fetal position.

hes head over heels for you and if you watch a movie with him and tell him hes so pretty or sum

he'll give you the moon.

Soda rn: damn. someone took my bitch.

Steve is the typa guy to want to spend time with you but not want to ask to or sum

THEN HE GETS PISSED???

LIKE... YOU DIDNT ASK YOU SHLDNT BE UPSET

But you comfort him anyways and push him out of that

He's such a sucker for you

like kiss him after the rumble

and tell him he looks tuff with his tooth missing

Darry / Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation

Cuddles.

Darrell loves cuddles.

Lay on his chest and tell him he's pretty

please he'll do anything.

Darry is def a guy to like

get down in the dumps

but

when you come along

"Hey Handsome"

HE WILL SMILEEEE

just ask him abt his day

let him cry in your arms.

hed be so in love that when he proposes

its a candlelit area at the park

and there are roses lined up like a heart.

Addie / Emotional and Physical Romance / Words of Affirmation and Gifts

If anything happened to her you gotta tell her its not her fault.

Tell her that and she will cry even harder but in a good way.

She loves gifts.

Sodapop spoils her on her birthday every single year

means you gotta Step up yo game bitch.

Listen to her

get her something shes mentioned she wanted and she is

AHAHAHA GET TEARS FOR FEARSED.

but addie isnt much of a Touch Person.

she doesnt care for hugs unless she needs one shes ok with kisses and hates holding hands or being touched on her waist and neck.

but if you wanna show affection

ask bout her day and what not

shes a lot like darry mixed with soda.

ik what I said last night so this is my last post for awhile. ich liebe dich Leute.

[ashtrologys]

Can we talk about self love rq from Across the Spiderverse and how it sums up Gwen's relationship with the people in her lives

Notice how everything is in third person in the song, using the word's she, her, etc. This song is about Gwen, we know that because it's layered over her backstory. Notice how it's her backstory, the song itself could be seen because of this third person pov that Gwen herself has in a way written these lyrics, as we know she used to be in a band and talks about not being able to find that band she's looking for.

In the verses, the lyrics

"Oh my, she's a long way from suburban towns

Came to the city for the love, got her hurtin' now"

- This referring to Miles, but also referring to the spider society in general because she's moved from her dimension (Yes she doesn't live in a suburban town when we see her universe but we're going for metaphors)

The chorus itself is obvious enough with the lines

"Self-love, he don't love himself, tryna love me"

- About Gwen's Peter. Although it isn't stated explicitly I do believe, at least on Peter's side he may have liked Gwen perhaps more than a friend. I get the idea they're meant to be presented as the best friends from childhood with one of them secretly having a crush on the other. So the he don't love himself is Peter's drive to become special like Gwen, brought on by the bullying thats plagued him throughout school life. He doesn't like the fact he can't stand up by himself. And the tryna love me part is again his love for her

"Cuff me, told the truth to him, he don't trust me"

This one is even more obvious with it being in regards to Gwen and her father, but specifically the point the reveal is made in the film. When Miguel and Jess come to take the Vulture back. The cuff me part represents of course the fact that George is a police officer, and has wanted to arrest spider-woman for a while now for Peter's death. Told the truth to him is again in regards to the reveal scene. She takes off the mask, reveals her identity to George. But George is hit with the realisation that's she been keeping it from him. He don't trust me - she's kept it for so long that now George is unsure what to do, but still fires his gun and is ready to arrest her if needed

This part of the lyrics establishes Gwen as a character. She has big dreams, she wants to be in a band, she wants to have Miles back, she's spider woman. But she also has big screams, her drumming is her shout to be heard, for someone to hear and understand the emotions she feels.

The line she's impressionable establishes how she wants this acceptance and ends up conforming to the spider society. Doing the things she believes is right because "we're meant to be the good guys". Even chasing after Miles because she's being told it's the right thing to do.

From live and questionable to drop top convertibles establishes how she was originally with her friends in her dimension, like with the MJ's band. She was this lively girl who maybe she was somewhat introverted but she definitely had a good relationship with them until Peter died because we see her wave to them and smile at the prom.

Love hangin' out, say you hate it now is a reference to how everything changed that one night. The prom night. How she lost her best friend, her identity, her vigilante but superhero role was in jeopardy because she was accused of being a murderer. She's stopped hanging out much, it's hard for her to do now she's lost the person close to her, Peter was likely even closer than George, seeing as they were best friends since around 4. And again the feelin' introvertical is a reference to how introverted she has become. Not only is it tragic because he died, but she was the one who accidentally caused it.

Anyway just had to quickly rant about atsv again :))

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Nineteen | Where It All Started…

Finn was hellbent on not letting me watch RAW and I knew he must have known exactly what was going to happen next.

We had spent barely 48 hours together and he was avoiding me like the plague after I dropped my robe in front of him. Holding the remote behind his back I reached around him to grab it when his chest collided with mine. Stepping back like physically, even accidentally, touching me hurt I let my face wrestle into confusion.

“That wasn’t even the first time you’ve seen me naked. You can’t be that sensitive.” I baited him enough to see the anger rise up.

His eyes flashed something dark and sinister when he ate the space between us. “Dom doesn’t need to know that. I don’t have a death sentence.”

“He wouldn’t kill someone for something so stupid. He wouldn’t hurt someone for real.” Fixing my gaze higher to meet his height over me, I stood my ground.

“You didn’t see how he snapped with Randy.” He broke eye contact, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen him snap. When it comes to you he’ll go to that dark place.”

I scuffed him off, taking advantage of the moment and scoring the remote. Flicking the TV on it was already queued up for RAW. This time it didn’t start with a bang, thankfully, but I didn’t know what was coming until Finn pleaded for me to stop watching.

“Dom had clear instructions: no RAW and count the pills. Trust me, I know the storyline and you aren’t gonna wanna watch.” He sat down next to me trying to convince me but failing.

“Shhh… Dom is coming out.” Biting my lip I felt the butterflies with iron wings fill my stomach. Even just watching him had a visceral reaction over my entire being.

Standing up in front of me over and over again the entire time Finn couldn’t stop me from seeing it. I watched Dom coax Liv out of ring side, failing, when another girl pushed her off the apron. Not falling into Dom but on top of him.

Sitting up, I watched her flirt, bit her lip and roll her hips right over his crotch. With his hands on his hips Finn tried to reason with me before I bolted to my room upstairs.

Like an idiot, I pulled up Instagram and typed in Dom’s name to search his tag. The internet was already flooded with images, screen grabs, different angles and theories. Locking my door behind me I threw myself on the bed, hiding almost.

I knew Dom couldn’t text me back. He wasn’t even done with his match but I couldn’t help myself.

Me: That’s why you told Finn to stop me from watching RAW? Looks a lot worse than kissing now, Dominik. Actually, it looks like the last position we fucked in, thought it looked familiar.

Dominik was going with the storyline, his job, but I wasn’t see any push back. He wasn’t telling me how much he hated it and that is the only validation you can have. Instead it all looked so believable.

Swiping another pill from my secret stash I swallowed it dry and prayed it worked fast.

Finn knocked on the door politely, “Can I come in?”

“Not unless you want to see me naked.” I wanted him to go away and nudity seem to trigger abandonment. I was still in all my clothes; a long shirt with booty shorts I only wore at home.

“I know you’re not naked. I know that shit is upsetting but we can talk about it before you talk to Dom.” He was muffled outside the door but the fear of Dom was clear as day.

Yanking the door open I starred at him with my brow furrowed and my jaw tense. “What the fuck did he do that has you so afraid of him?”

Groaning out loud he sat on the bench in front of our bed. Scrubbing his face he looked up at me, “I thought he was going to kill Randy. He broke his leg and now he’s out for 6 months minimum. All because you had a past with the guy and he said one remark. Dom isn’t an angel, sweetheart. He’d kill for you.”

Dom was never that version around me. I had never seen him truly lose it so it was hard to imagine.

“Oh please, it’s Dominik.”

“I had to physically stop him from hurting him. I physically pulled him off him. And if he’s like that with him - I’m gonna guess he gets how you feel. That’s why he said no watching RAW.”

“He never knew about Randy. He didn’t have to see or hear it. This is completely different, this is televisions and all over online.” Taking down my shorts I let my eyes fix on him.

“Sweetheart, I’m married and I wouldn’t touch you if I wasn’t.”

“Married but babysitting me instead of being home? Doesn’t track…” I snagged the cream I was supposed to put on the small scars they let behind.

“She’s not in the states and with the travel I would be there a few hours before having to come back. You have Dom’s name on your ass?”

Trying to see it over my own shoulder I knew my ass was on display for Finn. “Lost a bet as a teenager. I always forget it’s there.”

He waited for me to elaborate, crossing his arms and looking disappointed by the watered down answer.

[ flashback ]

“If I win… you get my name tattooed on your ass.” He leaned in from across from me, his elbows connecting to his knees and a smirk etched into his face.

“If I win, I get one favor, no questions asked, any time I want.” 

I didn’t have some trick in my back pocket, I didn’t have some secret win. I was just hoping.

I didn’t have some trick in my back pocket, I didn’t have some secret win. I was just hoping to have a favor in my back pocket.

The deck was shuffled and the poker table hot when we both glanced down at our cards. It started off as strip poker but those stakes weren’t high enough for us. That’s when the real danger started and we upped the stakes.

Dom’s hand beat mine with a few hits and all of our friends jeered at the fact that his dad tattoo artist who was here to do Dom was going to have to do mine too. 

Sitting back I folded my arms and sucked my teeth with my tongue. “Smooth. How is Marie gonna feel about me having your name on my ass?”

“You tell me, we broke up last week. I’m gonna guess she wouldn’t care.” He quipped, leaning forward again and kissing the air.

Standing up I held my arms around my chest before slipping his shirt on. I was swimming in it but it covered my ass.

“I’m not afraid to follow through, Dom. Girlfriend or not.”

“Blaine?”

“Training camp before college orientation.” I knew we weren’t built to last. He was going to college and I was still taking enough pills during the day to call it surviving and drinking enough at night to fall asleep. I was a mess and Blaine was still maintaining perfection.

Dom’s tattoo artist had been tattooing them both for years. Dom’s first tattoo was sixteen and his dad had a collection too. I knew him well enough to be myself, my torturous self.

Bending over the chair where he was set up in the kitchen I pulled the shirt up enough to expose my ass. “I need Dominik on my ass. Somewhere he can see it from the back.”

“Princess, Rey was pretty clear when he said just to tattoo Dom. He said hands off the girl.”

“He doesn’t have to know you did me a favor. Please. I lost a bet and I really hate not following through.” I pouted and pleaded with my ass out when Dom came up behind me. 

Pressing himself into me I gasped, it had been months since we even touched each other and every second was painful. His hand slapped my ass before squeezing my hip, “Do it. I want everyone to know she’s mine.”

“Jesus. You really have known each other forever. You two never lost touch or dated other people?” Finn asked after hearing how I scored Dom’s name on my ass.

“We tried but every time we did it felt like we were using people as pawns instead. Dom fucked people for sure but I couldn’t. Even kissing Randy I kept thinking how much he wasn’t Dom. Now it’s like high school all over again, making each other jealous and using people to hurt each other. Only now it’s worse because apparently he has a dark side he didn’t have before.” I said it before crawling into bed. “So if you can refrain from telling him my every move I won’t make being my babysitter difficult. I’ll keep my clothes on, my masterbating quiet and whatever else I had planned to make you look bad off the table. Deal?”

“Deal,” he nearly whispered it out loud. “No lies. If you’re in bad spot or shit is painful I want you to tell me.”

My eyes welled up at his words and I pulled the covers over my legs. “Like right now? It’s all right, I have a stash of extra pills I dipped into. I’ll be numb soon. Right now it’s too painful to feel. I gave in, I got pregnant, I let myself want this life and to be his wife. I couldn’t even finish step two in that plan. Now I’m an open wound while Dom pours accelerant on it.”

Finn crawled into bed with me, pushing me over and wrapping his arms around me from behind. I cried until I fell asleep with Finn holding me so tight I couldn’t run away from it all.

[okameeznuts]

Introducing a self-insert fic! (EPIC FIC ANNOUNCEMENT!)

[Reading this with either Spamton or Caine's vocie]

(Says that dramatically)

THE WORLD WHERE I'M THE PROTAGONIST! WHERE I CAN INTERACT TO MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS! OH LOOK, I CAN SHOW YOU MY WONDERFUL CHARM! [This is a fic parody, because I watch and read fics that the protagonists are self-inserts and has itense charm]

Self-insert: Scyro -> Me

Scyro: "Please step on me!"

Sniper: "What the bloody 'ell mate!? Are ya masochistic!? Hell no I won't do that!"

Scyro: "Please, just one moment."

*Sniper scoffs and leaves Scyro away*

SEE!? MY CHARM IS TOO SEDUCTIVE!

*Scyro kneels down*

Scyro: "Please please please! Humilate me! Torture me! Kill me!"

CBS: "Pfft, do ya have a death wish or sumthin'? Sadly, I won't do it for ya, I want my victims scream, not moan! I dislike masochists."

*Also leaves Scyro away*

I MUST SAY... MY SELF-INSERT IS SO CHARMING! THAT MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS LEAVE ME BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO SHY TO ADMIT THAT I'M HANDSOME!

*Scyro plays Sexbomb on full volume*

Sniper: "Turn that bloody speaker off! It's hurtin' my ears!"

*Beyond the Grave and Bunji leaves the room*

Sebastian Solace: "KILL YOUSE-"

*CBS and Juji throws their sharp weapons on the speaker, while Sebastian Solace shoots the speaker with his shotgun*

Scyro: "Aw ya guys don't like my music?" Scyro says in a sad tone.

All of them: "Of course!"

[x-heesy]

Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

I'm on the team, I'ma shoot for three

Breakin' new means

Then I release

Hittin' that buzza beater (Ugh)

Winnin' the game, I'm winnin' (Ugh)

I let my brother beat 'em (Ugh)

I couldn't lose if Lucifer made me a loser

I jump from the fuckin' bleachers

Rockstar, rebound

Bitch you know we ballin'

Always at my phone to find another hoe was callin'

Why she callin' my phone?

I don't know

I couldn't answer 'cause I'm on a boat

Got the remote 'cause you know I control

All the waves that you ride like I told ya

This that super fly drop kick shit

All these motherfuckers jumpin' in the moshpit quick

If you got a big booty, better pop that shit

I've been lookin' for a biddy that will rock my dick

Need a new flow, then I'll top this shit

Me and Swvde be the team

Always comin' with the hits

Everybody love it when we drop them shits

I'ma spit it 'til I hit it then I got my fix

I don't even look like I should rap but yo I kill this shit

Workin' 'til his perfect fingers hurtin'

Know you feel this shit (Ugh)

I spit a couple of bars at a time

Off of the dope but I'm coming out fine

Trippy been droppin' full bottles of wine

Now that bitch over we ready to grind

I'm a goof and that's just the way I am

Don't follow the rules and I don't stick to the plan

Okay you know me, that don't mean that you're my friend

So all that shit you was talkin' you say it was all just pretend

(Hold up, hold up, wait up, hold up)

Gotta change it up a little bit like she gon' be with me

Got the boba fett up in the blunt

We high as we can be

Out in Colorado for a while

I'm in the 303

Sendin' my vocals to Dutchman we gon' be like

Leedle Leedle Lee

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Hit the sto' for weed

I'm TrippthaKid, I get the tree for free

Pass the blunt to him so he get lifted

Never seein' me

Higher than the universe

You know you wanna be a G

TrippythaKid the G.O.A.T

Y'all already know

You never beatin' me

Shoutout to Swvde

Shoutout to Dutchman

Shoutout to TrippythaKid

You guys are so sick

You work so hard at your craaaaft

Oh my God

Leedle Leedle Lee by TrippyThaKid v4

@bethanythestrange @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @seanisnothing

[davekat-sucks]

youre right davekat sucks. im tired of this fucking fandom, their double standards, how they prove daily that they are delusional and dont read the fucking comic and then say shit like "meenah defends mituna from ableism queen shit <3 #bestiesss"

so here is their fucking savior queen being a hypocritical condescending infantilizing ableist asshole to their pwoor helpless defenseless bwaby that never says bwad words like slurs mituna. i even put the worst parts in brackets and took off his quirk for the dumbasses that dont know how to read.

MEENAH: forget the highfive [i dont wanna be responsible for you hurtin yourself] MITUNA: GO FILLET YOUR NOOK MEENAH: dude you are foul and unpleasant as ever MEENAH: [thought dyin might have took the edge off but guess not] MITUNA: KISS MY CHAGRIN TUNNEL YOU SKANK ASS CUMBUCKET

MEENAH: hey tuna you want to help me go kill [haha i cant even finish this question while staying serious] MITUNA: NO BUT WHAT I DO WANT MITUNA: IS TO MANTAIN PRECARIOUS BUT MOSTLY SUSTAINED BALANCE ON MY TIGHT ASS FALLDOWN SLAT MITUNA: MAYBE GRIND DOWN ON SOME SHIT #SPORNTZ MEENAH: what will you grind on MITUNA: I VOLUNTEER MITUNA: THAT THING TO BE MITUNA: YOU

MEENAH: [dont let the haters get you down *kid*] MITUNA: FISHY FUCKEY BISQUE 4SS HAG MEENAH: oh well yall cant say [i didnt try to treat you nice] * MITUNA: mime - "you tried" gold star MEENAH: ey! MEENAH: [i should be the one to condescend to YOU] with that mime MEENAH: [what considerin your uber flagrant mental probs] MEENAH: you be shells of aggravatin captor

MEENAH: man MEENAH: [a girls gotta have fuel for her pimp ride know what im sayin] MEENAH: like MEENAH: [i probably took care of him good] MEENAH: [you know how it is someones gotta take care of the guy anyways]

(Took care of him so good that HIC tortured the psionic to death and raped him.)

MEENAH: dogg before you even start with your junk i just wanna point out i can barely understand a word you say MITUNA: IM SORRY MEENAH: like between your codawful quirk MEENAH: [and your variety of weird conflicting speech impediments] MEENAH: [and the fact that even aside from all the shitty numbers you stick in words youre still misspellin half a what you say] MEENAH: i just gtfu MITUNA: BITCH WHY D0NT Y0U SHOVE MY RAD INJURY PANEL INTO YOUR NASTY SEXUAL PRIVATE PART OF PREFERENCE MEENAH: thank fuck you were never a major playa at least from my personal vantage over the course a this ridicu huge narrative  #way minor character yo MEENAH: [probably woulda offed my shellf even schooner if i had to hear you talk much] MITUNA: ..,.,..,,...,..,.,.

> It's Mituna!

[D'aw,] looks like he's all tuckered out under the brain tree.  [#Falling is hard work!]

Here's also the videos of the convos mentioned above, for those curious. Also 22:43 and 37:21 on that same vid up above.

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

WARNING: D3ath and !njury,

Also I wrote this whole rant last night in a daze LMAO

Don’t ya love it when the random thoughts sneak into ur brain before closing down at midnight 🥲Someone might have said this before, pls anytime let me know if I’m like plagiarizing cause it’s not my intention sometimes I read some thing and then a month later remember and think it’s an original thought so just lemme know ^^

So what we know: Calico Jack and Kwazii both have pirate pasts. Pirates are usually known to have murd3r-y battles and fatal duels and the like, but can you imagine Kwazii murd3ring anyone? Cause I can’t. But yknow what? I can imagine Calico Jack 👀

SO: Maybe Calico Jack was a merciless pirate like the others before Kwazii was born. We know Calico Jack probably stayed around until Kwazii was maybe 4-6 cause of the photos, then he went to Amazon in search of the lost city and never returned. BUT CONSIDER THIS FOLKS: Once Kwazii was born, maybe Jack had a realization, like “oh dang. This is a dangerous and problematic lifestyle😬” He always tried to positively influence Kwazii, like “hey u can totally be a pirate without hurtin anyone, peace and love my guy” we know Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him from the photos, and Kwazii does get mistaken for Calico Jack, so Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii like his leg or worse. Here’s where it gets intense hehe- mayhaps calico went on a bit of a spree finding the ruthless enemies of his (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and uh “took care of them” so to speak. I was especially thinking about how Kwazii has all the keys to their treasure chests, and how all of their ships are sunken. SECOND SO: Jack leaves the keys and other clues to Kwazii, and departs to the Amazon, partially to escape authorities lmao and to have a final meeting place for them under the cover of to supposedly “find the hidden city” like bro be fr ain’t no way u was there for 20 years and didn’t find it cmon now it was a ploy💀

So overall, everything Kwazii thought was his pirate past, being a pirate before his Octonauts days, it was all set up by Calico Jack. Finding the maps, finding the music box, finding the Pirate Kings sword, finding the coconut crabs, finding the other half of the Amazon map so they would meet again: none of it was being a real pirate, it was a fabricated reality to keep Kwazii happy but most of all safe. That’s why we see no other cat pirates still alive and why good ol Jack gives me shady vibes💀✨🎶And that’s the truth about Calico Jack🎶✨

Hey after all that have a (suspicious) shanty chaps :DD

[misslavenderlady]

A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 9

Summary: It's the night of Max's big party, and David isn't looking forward to being dragged along. Michael comes to the rescue, not just to bring the fun....but to also bring a little romance~

Music from chapter HERE and HERE

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Lucy Emerson was a wise woman. She was as sharp as a tack and didn’t stand for nonsense whenever someone was trying to treat her with disrespect. Michael had always felt lucky to call her his mother. She had been an amazing role model for him and Sam, especially when she finally put her foot down and left her emotionally distant husband. There was just no stopping her when she had her mind set on something. 

So when Michael decided to tell her about what was going on with David, he knew she would believe him. She never doubted her boys for a second. Hell itself had nothing on the fires of her wrath when he explained what he saw and heard with the boys.

“THAT NO GOOD, TWO-FACED SNAKE!” Lucy sneered. Michael watched her silently, letting her take in everything he had said after they finished breakfast. It was a good thing Sam was helping Grandpa with work because he’d be terrified seeing their normally sweet mother go on such a verbal rampage. 

“I cannot believe I trusted that man for even a second! Who would have the gall to act like a gentleman and try to woo me when he’s hurtin’ that sweet little boy!”

Michael frowned to himself as he thought about all the pain David must have gone through. There was a lingering sense of guilt deep in his gut. A feeling that told him he should have seen the signs earlier. He was just so caught up in enjoying his time with his buddies that he didn’t notice the pain that David was going through. It made him feel like a pretty rotten friend.

“Believe me, mama, I don’t like it any more than you do,” Michael said with a sigh. “I know you really liked the guy and he gave you a job, but David is my best friend. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me since we moved here. I just….I wanna make sure he’s okay…”

“Oh sweetheart, I know,” Lucy said, her voice softening from seeing her son in such a worried state. She sat back down at the table, placing her hand over Michael’s in an act of comfort. “I’m not gonna let him go on and suffer like that. I’m ending things with Max and I’ll find some new work”

That only made Michael worry more. He didn’t want to put pressure on his mother to look for work on her own. He was the oldest boy, and he felt a responsibility towards his family. Not to mention it couldn’t really help David in such a situation.

“What if Max gets upset from you leaving and he takes that anger out on David?”

Lucy pondered over that little issue for a moment. It was definitely scary to think about what that man was potentially capable of if she were to dump him so suddenly. After all, the reason she was doing such a thing in the first place was how he was mistreating his son, and she had no proof other than Michael’s own word. 

It was all such a delicate matter. David wasn’t legally bound to his father since he wasn’t under eighteen, but the threat of being hurt worse would keep him from going anywhere. Not to mention he didn’t exactly have the money to go wherever he wanted. The only place he could escape Max was the hideout and the Emerson house. As nice as it was, a boy needed a home, not a cave. 

Michael wanted nothing more than to give David a proper home. It was the least he could do for the guy he cared so much about.

“Golly, what a pickle we’re in,” Lucy said with a sigh. “And right when Max was gonna introduce me to his friends at the party”

Michael perked up, blue eyes widening at what his mother said. 

“What party?”

“Oh! Yesterday at work Max mentioned that he was planning a party at the Santa Carla Country Club. A lot of socialites gettin’ together. He even said I could bring whoever I wanted to we could all get to know one another”

The gears in Michael's head started turning. Anyone she wanted. 

"Mama, I may have an idea. Somethin' that'll keep Max away from us and get David closer so he'll be safe. Do ya trust me?" 

Even with the wild look in her son's eyes, Lucy was still intrigued by the idea going around in his head. Curious, she raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

"You bet I do, sweetheart" 

A plan was brewing for the Emersons. Nobody messed with the people they cared about and got away with it. They were going to make that very clear to Max. 

Only the crème de la crème of society could gain access to a place like the Santa Carla Country Club. Although the city was dubbed “Murder Capital of the World”, that title didn’t apply to the swanky, upper-class community closed off from the rest of the area. Beautiful, towering beach houses surrounded by greenery and placed up high in the mountains to give the residents only the best views of the ocean. 

Max had made quite a name for himself in this community, and it was exactly why he was so beloved at the country club. Though he could only visit at night, his acquaintances praised him for being such a successful businessman whenever they got together for dinner and drinks. It was no surprise that they all were more than happy to let him host a party at the club.  

It had taken a couple of weeks to plan everything out, but the end result was truly stunning. The dining hall was decorated with the finest silk tablecloths and vases with elegant roses. Guests were chatting away under the light of the chandeliers above. Classical music filled the space, adding more to the atmosphere. 

Everyone positively adored the party. Well, almost everyone.

While Max was having the time of his life schmoozing with friends over hors d'oeuvres, his four boys were all sulking off to the side of the room. Blending into the background without anyone else noticing.

"Ugh…I can't believe we have to hang out in the shadows while Max kisses asses all night long," Marko groaned out. 

The boys were no strangers to being tossed aside whenever their Sire had company. It was already a nuisance being banned from his video store during work hours. To be completely ignored while he was around his colleagues and friends was an even greater insult. Even if they were used to such treatment, it still hurt their feelings. 

It was one of the reasons why David always did his best to look after the boys. Making sure they were all happy and taken care of was the most important thing to him as the leader of their gang. Unlike Max, he wouldn’t even think about shoving his boys into the corner of a lively party. 

"I know. This fuckin' sucks, but Max will raise hell if we don't keep this up. I can't let that happen to you guys," David explained, running a hand through his hair.

He had made a full recovery from the night Max attacked him. Nothing a little bed rest and a few gallons of blood couldn't fix. Still, he had been on his guard. He did as his Sire asked, running errands and gathering supplies for this big party. 

David was not looking forward to this at all. Max was only doing this to show off what an "amazing" man he was in front of Lucy. He never could pass up a chance to flaunt his wealth. Dwayne, Paul, and Marko wouldn't even be allowed to speak to anyone. They were only to stand in the background and hold their tongues. After all, Max was a firm believer in the saying  “children are to be seen, never heard”.

"Look, at least we'll get to see Michael. Maybe the five of us can hang out together. It'll make it a hell of a lot less boring," 

David found it more and more difficult to hide the feelings he had developed for their human friend. Every moment he spent with Michael put a smile on his face. With all the fun and thrills they had together, he found himself counting the seconds until they could all be together again. The boys had certainly noticed this, but they no longer teased him for it. 

They wanted him to be happy, but they were also concerned that love was starting to cloud their leader’s better judgment.

“Let’s just hope Max likes him too. It would suck if he got treated like garbage like the rest of us,”  Dwayne murmured. 

The boys fell silent when a familiar-looking redhead made her way into the dining hall. Lucy was dolled up and in her nicest-looking blue dress, definitely ready for such a fancy event. She caught Max’s eye right away, and he excused himself from the group he was talking to in order to give her a proper greeting.

“Lucy! Darling! You look absolutely stunning, as always,” Max complimented her, going in for a kiss. Little did he know that when Lucy turned to offer her cheek instead of her lips, it was from a newfound disgust for the man, not as a way to keep any PDA to a minimum.

“Oh I am so absolutely tickled pink to be here, Max,” she said in her soft drawl. “And I want to thank you for letting me invite my guests along!”

Max was so blind-sighted by his infatuation for Lucy that he didn’t even notice the wicked glint in her eye. She wasn’t going to let him get away with mistreating David and have this night go however he wanted. So when a loud bang came from the doors swinging open and slamming against the walls, Max got quite a startle. 

“WELL HOOOOOWDY!” a booming voice called out. Everyone in the hall turned toward the direction of the sound, including the Lost Boys. 

It was Michael, and while he had a suit on for the occasion, he was still wearing his trusty cowboy boots and hat. David hadn’t a clue what was going on, but he had a feeling things were about to get interesting. 

Michael turned around and ushered in a group of guests, a wild smile stuck on his face as he did so.

“Come on in, y’all! Let’s raise a lil’ hell tonight!” 

Max’s guests looked on in pure shock as dozens of newcomers piled into the room. None of them were dressed properly for the occasion, as it was nothing but overalls, jean shorts, t-shirts, and cowboy boots. They all chattered away as they spread throughout the dining hall, making themselves more than comfortable in the extravagant party. 

Some of them had trays and containers in hand, which they piled onto one of the nearby tables. The overpowering aroma of homemade cooking wafted through the room, which the Lost Boys immediately recognized after several nights of having dinner with the Emersons. Others carried in crates of beer and liquor to slip between the champagne trays. Those who hadn’t brought anything along quickly went for the guests, throwing themselves into conversations and either going in for a hearty handshake or draping their arms over their shoulders for a bear hug. 

It was pure and utter chaos, and while Max looked on in horror, Lucy kept her smile plastered on her face. 

“Lucy, what on Earth is going on? Who are these people??” he sputtered. 

“Why Max! I would have thought you’d be eager to meet my friends!” she said. “These here are my friends and family. They came a long way just to be here tonight! Some are from here in California, some are from back in Texas, and some are just from all over the place!”

The Lost Boys were still hiding in the shadows as they watched the chaos unfurl. If there was one thing they truly loved, it was when things got truly wild. The four of them no longer felt like sulking, but rather had a shared jolt of excitement. 

Michael gestured for a few of Lucy’s guests to follow him onto the stage where the classical music had been playing. They all had instruments ranging from guitars to banjos to fiddles and even a large set of drums. He had a spring in his step as he told them where to set up. It was about time they got some real music playing tonight.

Max’s frustration was growing stronger by the minute. He couldn’t believe how fast things were getting out of hand. 

“I cannot let you bring these people into this club! They’re causing a ruckus!” Max ordered. He was slowly but surely losing his cool, yet Lucy wasn’t even bothered. As far as she was concerned, this was a way to get Max to show his true colors.

“Well, Max, you specifically said I could bring whoever I wanted. These people are my kin, and I ain’t gonna be here without them. So why don’t you just enjoy yourself, sweetie? You’re wound tighter than a Grandfather clock~”

She smugly caressed the side of his face before stepping away. There was no way she’d spend another second next to that man. There were plenty of real loved ones she wanted to spend time with. 

While the band was finishing getting set up, Michael watched Max carefully from the stage. The older man was flustered beyond words, and he had to stop him from putting an end to the party before he could even let it begin. 

The eldest Emerson boy looked across the room to where his brother and the Frogs had just wandered in. They were all dressed down, and buzzing with energy. When he and Sam locked eyes, he gave a nod to signal his baby brother to go to work. Already eager to get started, Sam motioned for Edgar and Alan to follow up right to the spot where Max was. The three boys all crowded around the tall gentleman, turning up the hyperactive charm to keep him distracted.

“Hey, Max! We wanna talk to you for a bit! Let’s hang out!” Sam chirped, dragging the man away from the area. Edgar and Alan provided the extra push needed to get Max going. All in all, the man was flabbergasted, completely blind-sighted by how fast things were getting out of control. 

But while their Sire was getting pushed out of the party, the Lost Boys had an opportunity to make their way in. Michael took hold of a microphone on stage and spoke into it with his loud, clear drawl.

“Well howdy, everyone! My name’s Michael, and I wanna thank y’all for comin’ out tonight for a real good time. Let’s all get a little loose and dance the night away with some real good hits from back home!”

With a quick signal to the band, Michael gave them the go-ahead to kick off a song. The opening notes of Mountain of Love by Charley Pride kicked off, and the guests Lucy had brought in cheered in delight as they crowded together on the dance floor for a line dance. The members of the country club were still overwhelmed by this strange turn of events, but if there was one thing Michael’s family knew how to do, it was how to get others feeling laid back with a little fun.

David watched in awe as the fancy-looking party-goers were given plenty of drinks and some plates of food with big smiles from the more casual guests. Others were dragged onto the dance floor in order to get a proper lesson in how to dance to country music. 

An eager smile stretched across the blond’s face. The old man truly deserved this, and he was going to enjoy every moment. Paul, Marko, and Dwayne followed him in emerging from the shadows and into the party. They weren’t going to be pushed aside any longer.

“Howdy, boys!” Michael greeted the four of them after rushing off the stage. He had a burlap bag on his arm that they only noticed when he got closer to them. “I gotcha a little somethin’ for the party!”

They all watched closely as Michael fished out the contents of his bag. In his hand, he proudly held four, black cowboy hats, all of them brand new and sleek-looking. 

“I thought it might help y’all fit in tonight. Besides, black really suits ya!”

David never thought he’d actually be eager to put on such an accessory, but with the way Michael was practically bouncing with excitement, he couldn’t fight the joy of trying it on. He and the others all put the hats on, adjusting them over their mullets to look their best. Given how wide Michael was smiling, the hats must have suited them well. 

“Thank you, Michael. Really feels like we’re one of the family now,” David smiled, tracing his fingers over the brim of the hat. 

“Aww shucks, you guys were always one of us!”

The party was on. All of the boys rushed to different parts of the room, eager to enjoy themselves. Paul went to find Star and Laddie in order to get them into some dancing, Marko went straight to grab some of the massive supply of food the new guests brought with them, and Dwayne was already getting a drink to help him loosen up. 

That left Michael and David. A familiar sensation of affection overwhelmed the blond vampire as Michael smiled his way. Never in the 100 years he’d been alive did he ever expect to feel so warm and fuzzy around anyone. He shouldn’t want to be with someone this bad. It could lead to him doing something stupid or careless. 

Yet when Michael held out his hand to silently ask to go do some dancing, David took it without hesitation.

“Ya ever been line-dancing before, David?”

“Can’t say that I have. I’m not much of a dancer,” David admitted. 

That didn’t seem like an issue to Michael. He simply gave a wink before gesturing for his friend to follow his lead. 

Michael was an amazing dancer. His kicks were high, his sense of rhythm was perfect, and his hips swayed flawlessly. The notes of the song fueled every move, and David was happy to go along with it. Song after song after song was played by the band on stage, yet Michael kept on going. He was always bursting with energy, and it was so exciting for David to have the ability to keep up. 

It made him grateful towards Michael being able to have such a fun time. The party was just the distraction he needed. Max deserved having his stuffy get-together crashed. Lucy was too good for him. In fact, the entire Emerson family and their friends were too good for him. 

It made David that much happier to have them all in his life.

The hours flew by thanks to the wild energy of the party-goers. Turns out that the guests the Emersons brought along were just what was needed. Some of Max’s friends actually had quite a lot of fun once they were loosened up. To see the snooty, uptight socialites dance like they were at a honky tonk was pure entertainment. 

But even good things had to come to an end. The human crowd was growing lethargic from the food, alcohol, and hours of dancing. A good majority of them had headed out for the night, stumbling and slurring country songs as they went. 

It was almost disappointing when the lead singer of the band called for a last dance. David slipped off his hat in order to wipe the sweat from his brow. He had been going all night, and he wanted to save his energy to properly enjoy the song. 

“Let’s close out the night with Ronnie Milsap’s My Heart,” the lead singer of the band called out to the remaining crowd. “So grab someone special, and hold em’ real close~”

David’s eyebrows raised in surprise as Michael turned right his way. His blue eyes were wider than ever, as if he were hoping for David to make the first move. 

The vampire was more than happy to do so. He held out a gloved hand, soft smile on his face as he did so. This was really happening. 

I'll take a long vacation

I need a change of scenery

I'll see the sights, go out at night

There'll be no time for your memory

Michael squeezed his hand while David used his other one to place it carefully over the brunet’s hip. In turn, Michael put his free hand over David’s shoulder, silently pulling him in a little closer than he anticipated. 

I'll get a new apartment

Make friends that don't know who you are

'Cause when I'm through, I'm really through

If I can just convince my heart

“You’re not too shy to dance with someone like me?” David asked in a teasing tone. Whether he meant dancing with someone who looked like a punk or just dancing with a boy, he wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, he held his breath as he awaited Michael’s answer.

“Since when have I ever been shy about anything?” the human said with a giggle. He swayed to the beat of the song, not hesitating in jumping right in with their dance.

Oh, but my heart, says I'm not so smart

My heart tears my plans apart

My heart won't admit we're through

'Cause my heart, oh, my heart still belongs to you

The two of them moved quite well together. It was by no means perfect, as David found himself stumbling a little bit as they swayed. Michael didn’t mind it one bit. As far as he was concerned, David was perfect as he was. 

He considered the blond to be perfect in many different ways. It made his cheeks heat up with a warm blush as he thought of how much he truly liked David. Perhaps even more than just like.

I'll call some old phone numbers

And I'll throw a party for a start

I've made a vow, it's all over now

If I can just convince my heart

The words of the song were swimming around in David’s head. He really did like Michael. As much as he wanted to deny it and fight off the feelings that were growing stronger by the day, he just couldn’t. For once, he felt weak. Powerless. Like he could be swept off his feet just from the look in Michael’s eyes. 

It was just something he couldn’t ignore any longer. His heart was aching in his chest. Almost as if it were beating again.

Oh, but my heart, says I'm not so smart

My heart tears my plans apart

My heart won't admit we're through

‘Cause my heart, oh, my heart still belongs to you

The two of them didn’t say a word for the longest time. Both were dying to say something, but nothing came out. And yet, they seemed to have a mutual understanding of what they wanted. Their eyes gave it away so clearly. So did their lips when David and Michael finally met in the middle. 

The last notes of the song faded into the background as they savored their first kiss. 

‘Cause my heart, oh, my heart still belongs to you

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Like the State

Fandom: "Justified"

Characters: Tim Gutterson & Female OC (Virginia, like the state) [So very platonic]

Note: Character test run where I give the sidekick a sidekick. We get all the Boyd henchmen, so the "good" guys (Those quotation marks are doing a lot of work.) get their own loyal fool for the purpose of me mocking reports and Tim to be somewhere out of sight, but nearby. And candy! 🎉

"Honest to God, I didn't know. I would never-”

Tim holds his hands up to stop her. Having uncomfortable conversations is easy when you don't like any conversation.

“Honest to God, I didn't know. I would never-”

Tim holds his hands up to stop her. Having uncomfortable conversations is easy when you don't like any conversation.

"You need to stop bein' right about shit, Virgina,” he offers as an olive branch. “I'm sure your brother is nice.”

“He’s got a good job and ain't a narcissist or an axe murderer. If I was looking for a sister-in-law, this job would already be done.”

“Wow, that is a really low standard,” Tim says plopping down in the chair across from her desk.

“Yeah, yeah. Say ‘thank you’ to mediocre men for filling up the serial killer ranks,” Virginia mutters, turning back to her computer.

Tim scoops up a handful of M&Ms from the bowl on her desk. “So, that's all.”

“Other than your bony ass needing to help out with the candy fund,” she cuts her eyes at him. “I won't say anything. About that or the other thing.”

“Other thing?”

“That the call is comin' from inside the house,” she stops and points at the screen, “Do you know English, or are you just messin’ with me at this point?”

“English and enough Pashto to find a veterinarian.” When she raises an eyebrow he adds, “I always forget the word for doctor.”

“So this,” she gestures at the screen, “is intentional?”

He shrugs. “You'll fix it. It's why Rachel argued for having our own pet bureaucrat, Ms. Program Support Specialist.” He holds up a finger. “Not secretary or gal Friday, or the help. Oddly fine with paper wench.”

“I hate you.”

He takes a moment and watches her valiantly save another report from getting kicked back as he eats his handful of candy. “Call coming from inside the house?”

“Smaylan Smivens,” she says quietly without turning to look at him.

“Stop paying attention,” he attempts a threatening tone as his heart clenches. He fails spectacularly.

“Stop shittin' where you eat. Especially near my candy bowl,” she says as she selectively picks out a handful of orange candies. “But I'm not saying anything. Want to know why?”

He sighs and nods.

“Because I'm not a shithead, dipshit. Now stop tryin' to use semicolons. You're only hurtin' yourself.” She chucks a candy at his head, hitting him right between the eyes.

He points at her. “That's why you don't get a gun.”

“You're welcome, now leave so I can save your job.”

“Thanks, or whatever,” he mutters down at her desk, a serious expression playing across his face.

“Oh, take the goddamn candy. If you can get ten on Givens’s hat before he notices I'll get something sour next time.”

Tim smiles and ambles off with the bowl to be a menace.

[aaaarsonist]

I'm totally and completely obsessed with Conan Grey's newest album and I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND HOW NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT?????

Not just because the album is a fucking masterpiece, or because every song slaps, or because I'm in love with Conan's improvement (HIS VOLCALS OMFG), but because of the fanfic potential.

I'mma leave some fragments of different songs so you understand what I'm talking about.

Shout-out to my soulmate for making me listen to the album <3

There's a God in the sky, don't believe him

Don't be scared, little child, you're no demon

Don't be scared, little child, of that feeling

You're in love, you found heaven

Found Heaven

First, I'll say: I apologize for calling

But I saw your face in a magazine today

Wasn't you, too late

All my tears already falling

Tried to turn the page

But our story wasn't stopping

Never ending song

Dark room, not a whisper, a word

Guess you take all the pain that you think you deserve

Won't sleep 'cause it's easy to hurt tonight, tonight

(…)

White lies from the passenger seat

Say you love me for life, say you'll never leave

Kiss me 'til I almost believe, tonight

Fainted love

We'rе lonely dancers

Join me for thе night

We're lonely dancers, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

We're lonely dancers

There's no need to hide

I know the answer, baby

Dance with me so we don't cry

(…)

Your lover left you, broke up tonight

My lover's busy kissing other guys, oh

We're both alone now, tears in our eyes

I know the perfect way to waste our time

Lonely dancers

You wrapped your fingers around my neck

And pulled me into your desperate breath

The way you kissed me hot and fast

I knew it'd be the last

(…)

I waited all year at your feet

Like, maybe you'd love me

(…)

And I thanked God to touch the flame

'Cause I swore necks were made for bruising

I swore lips were made for lies

And I thought if you'd ever leave me

That I'd be the reason why

And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling

If it's all experimental and you go back to safer things

But I swore hands were made for fighting

I swore eyes were made to cry

But you're the first person that I've seen

Who's proven that might be a lie

Alley Rose

I believed your lies

Tried to bite back, but I couldn't

I just stood and cried

For the lost time, for the hurtin'

For the love that died

(…)

But all I wanted was the final fight

And all I needed was to make it right

Tonight, there's nothing left to do

But finally tell you what you put me through

(…)

Made a whole new life

I got a bit of distance

Saw the New York lights

And I came right back after growin'

Yet you're still the same

Though it's me who may be broken

It was you to blame

The final fight

The fear of love is my tendency

But I feel it, believe it

I never meant to break your heart

But I lost it like a promise

And left you dancin' in the dark

Miss you

And after all this time, I wonder why you're still with me

Well, at least in all my memories

(…)

You are the reason I learned to love

Also the reason that I cry

Still, I think of all the bloodshed, somehow bittersweet

I'm even smilin' now as I sing

Forever with me

I grab the keys, I scramble to the door

But then I, I hear your heartbeat bleedin' through the floor

The memories that I cannot ignore

Fight for my life inside a silent war

Eye of the night

He wants ya, he wants ya, you don't even see me

She wants ya, she wants ya, there's no point competing

He wants ya, she wants ya, like everyone else in your life

(…)

I want ya, I want ya, I want ya to need me

I need ya, I need ya, I need ya to love me

I want ya, I want ya, like everyone else here tonight

Boys & girls

So you take and you take 'cause you know you can

And I chase as you're chasin' another man

(…)

You're killing me

You're not makin' it easy

Too busy deceivin' and cheatin'

And lyin' and competin'

To know how lucky you are

You're killing me

I just want you to free me

And though I am cryin' and bleedin'

And barely breathin'

I can't let go of your heart

Killing me

Packed my bags at fourteen

I hadn't planned on leaving

But you haven't been back home for days

The pots and pans and roaches

They're glad I'm finally goin'

'Cause, even them, they shudder at your name

(…)

That all you ever want is to be right

Even if that means you gotta lie to do it

(…)

Bask inside your victory

My heart that once was beating

Bleeding in the palm of your hand

Yeah, you have the nerve to miss me

How do I somehow feel guilty

When you're the one who let it get this bad?

Winner