i'm not your superhuman

be sure to put your faith in something more i'm just a girl and you're not as alone as you feel. we all got p r o b l e m s, don't we? we all need heroes, don't we? but rest assured there's not a single person here who's worthy.

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ameriicangraffiti:

Casey smirked at how pissy the girl was. She was so tiny and her getting all worked up amused him. Hey, maybe that’s why he was always annoying her on purpose; it was kinda cute. He nodded along with what she was saying. “I can’t promise you anything if I’m gonna be honest with you.” He replied, his hand tightening around his backpack strap. He laughed at her mention of his ‘jock abilities’ and shook his head. “Even though you clearly don’t care if I turned out okay or not, I’m fine. Had it been a concussion, probably not, but it wasn’t really anything. So don’t beat yourself up too much, kid.” He grinned down at her, knowing that might just tick her off even more.

A loud audible sigh came from her as he said he couldn't promise her anything, ‘why can’t this guy accept it and move on so we can both get out of here.’ Charlotte thought to herself as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m standing here aren’t I? So that means I clearly must care a bit.” She said to him, now this was mostly just about trying to prove him wrong, that her apology was sincere. it wasn’t but she wasn’t to try and prove it was. “And don’t call me a kid! We are the same age for gods sake.” She snapped at him, almost certain he did that just to push her buttons; but it worked.

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ameriicangraffiti:

The way she was looking at him hurt. It hurt a lot. Despite the way he could write songs with ease, their relationship had been left with so many things unsaid. “Are you okay?” He reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. She was clearly fucked up and he couldn’t let her go back out there in the state she was in. Maybe this was hurting her as much it was hurting him. “You shouldn’t go back out there - not like this.” He mumbled, shaking his head at her. Gilbert couldn’t even remember why they’d ended things. Maybe it was because she had money and he didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that she should have been dating some ivy league bound jock who didn’t have to lift a finger in his life whereas he had to work late nights at a grocery store because of he and his mother’s pride of not wanting to have his stepdad’s parents pay for everything he did. “Just…don’t go. I don’t want something bad to happen.” That, and he didn’t want her to go - he didn’t want to lose this chance.

"I’m fine, I’m fine, I just had a few drinks.” The blonde tried to deny her obvious state, but when he reached out to her it was clear that he was barley able to care for herself. Feeling his hands on her again, even just on the wrist sent a gut wrenching feeling through her, she wanted to be held by him again, but not because she was too drunk to stand. “I said I’m fine Gilbert, you don’t have to worry about me anymore, remember?” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, she was hurt as so she was stupidly lashing out at the one person who was trying to help her. “I’m just a little tipsy, that’s all it is. I’m totally fine.” her words were slow and sloppy, giving away how much she was lying. But she didn’t was Gilbert to see he drunk tears that where starting to build behind her red eyes.

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ameriicangraffiti:

Rusty shut the door behind her and gave a bashful smile. “I’ not…I just - I just wanna try it out once, y’know?” She nodded in agreement as his words. “Yeah, I guess so.” She mumbled softly. Her large blue eyes remained fixated on the joint as if it were some strange device she’d never seen before. Her dainty hand reached out for it and she hesitated before she brought it up to her lips, inhaling it. It was going well until she started to choke up, pulling it out of her mouth. Her face turned red from her coughing and only grew redder at how embarrassed she was for looking like a complete idiot. Her nose wrinkled and she passed it back to him. “How are you even supposed to do that?” She choked out, her voice slightly hoarse.

Oliver let the girl take it from him and he watched as she pulled it to her mouth and inhaled, and then came the suspected cough. He chuckled a little, knowing that happens to everyone on their first time. It’s a harsh hit to the lungs and the smoke is hot on the throat. “It’s something you have to get use to.” he said with a small chuckle. Taking the join back he put it in his mouth to free up his hands, turning the tap he grabs the small cup on the counter and fills it with water, “Here, drink some water it will help with the coughing.” He handed her the water before taking another small drag from his joint. 

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i wanna do christmas plots already

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          “ Now, I would recommend the apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream  -  a personal and inter-diner preference, ” the redhead taps the end of her pen to the item on the laminated menu, a lop-sided smile spreading across her lips.  “ Oh  -  obviously you’ll need a drink…a simple soda or maybe a little bit of a milkshake ? ”  Giving her hips a little wiggle, Amber chuckles softly before perching her pen against her notebook,  “ so, what’ll it be ? ”

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              Tristan couldn’t help but smile as his eyes were glued to the beautiful red head, her friendly and bubbly voice resonated a sense of nostalgia within him, reminding him a bit of his mother. A small laugh escaped his lips as he watched the girls hip swing as she spoke of the milkshake. “Well you have convinced me, apple pie with ice cream, and a milkshake to wash it down.” He said with a growing smile as he handed the menu back to her. “You know if I don’t finish it all I might need some help.” He said with a slightly raised eyebrow, wondering if he could get the chance to talk to the girl some more. There was something about her that stood out to him. and he wanted to know more. 

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about rusty – wanted connections: her best friend’s older brother, her little brother’s friend’s older brother, a girl she knows from school who is from a different social circle, etc. – wanted plot: your muse gets rusty high for the first time and they end up making out (or more who knows) wow

Rusty went to a lot of parties, but not for the drinking or the drugs - she just wanted to dance with her friends. She’d been dancing for a while and was off to find the bathroom to fix her hair and was happy to find it was unlocked, only for it to be occupied. “S-Sorry…” she was about to walk away, but then her big blue eyes immediately fell to the joint in their hand. “Can I - can I try that?” She asked, gesturing to it. The girl had always been curious, and she decided that since she was relatively familiar with them, that it was the right time to ask (or maybe she was just making a stupid decision out on a limb).

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This wasn’t Oliver’s first party and it definitely wouldn’t be his last, this was his life style, one he had learned to love. He needed to get away from all the black out drunk kids, sneaking away from his friends who were all fooling around and being obnoxiously loud the male found a bathroom that was hidden away. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub the male pulled a joint and lighter out from his jacket pocket, sparking up the end, he inhaled the familiar smoke and exhaled with relief. He was alone for just a few moments before a petite brunette found her way into the bathroom. Oliver was going to stand and excuse himself, after all he didn’t need to use the washroom, but before he could he saw the girls wide blue eyes fall on the join in his hands. A small smirk fell to his lips as the question feel from her lips. “I didn’t take you as the type smoke.” Oliver said with a eyebrow raised, “But I guess its better you do it with me than some weirdo on the street.” the male gave in with a small shrug. Although he was slightly serious about what he said. Better she knew she was smoking just weed than something else with someone wasn’t familiar with. Standing up the male held the joint out towards the girl, wondering if she would really take it.

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tired!Barry 

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based on xiv under #10

Casey hadn’t even really gotten hurt that bad when the girl had thrown the book at him, but the teacher insisted he get some ice for it since it had been a pretty thick book. He was stepping out of the nurse’s office when he was stopped by the small girl. He furrowed his eyebrows as she mumbled something to him. “Are you - are you trying to apologize?” Casey asked with a tilt of his head. “‘Cause it’s whatever. Plus, I know Mrs. Sarkosian told you to say sorry.” He knew how annoying he could be. In all honesty, he was pretty close to the jock stereotype. Except, he was a swimmer, not a football player. But being captain of the swim team was a big deal where they lived, so it was pretty much on the same level.

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For the most part, Charlotte was a fairly quick person but ever once in a while she could definitely be loud. In either her words or her actions, this time it was in her actions. The girl cares about school, more importantly she cares about her grade she when the typical jock guy in her class wouldn’t shut up, Charlotte definitely over reacted by throwing a book at the tall male’s head. “Would you shut up?” accompanying the aggressive chuck of the book. But now the girl was in detention and she was told she had to apologize to the guy. The girl waited around the nurses office till she finally saw him step out, walking up to him she gave her version of an apology. “Listen I’m sorry I hit you with my book but this would have been avoided if you just don’t talk in class okay? We good?” Charlotte mumbled to him, looking up with a arched eyebrow hoping he would accept it and she could move on. But that’s not quite the reaction she got. “I’m not trying to I am apologizing. Yea she told me to but I am sorry okay. I hope I didn’t hurt your jock abilities or whatever.” The female said, shuffling her feet a little as she realized this was possible the longest conversation she had ever had with the male. 

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about gilbert

Gilbert really didn’t like still being in love with his ex. It sucked because it seemed like it was so much easier for her to get over him. Of course, it was. She was beautiful and popular and he was the opposite. His best friend had dragged him to a party in hopes to score some girls and Gilbert was so nervous that’d he’d have to see her. And of course, he did. She was dancing suffocatingly close to some guy, and Gilbert couldn’t take it. He mumbled an excuse and headed off into one of the bathrooms, shutting the door behind him and moving to splash water in his face. As he was staring at himself in the mirror, water dripping from his curly hair, he heard the handle move down. “Oh - I’m sorry someone’s – ” he stopped speaking when he saw his obviously drunk ex-girlfriend stumble inside. “You know what? Sorry. I’ll go - it’s fine.”

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Ever since Gilbert and Olivia had broken up, she had been an utter mess but of course she did everything in her power to hide that. She had a reputation as one of the pretty, peppy, popular girls and that wasn’t a reputation she wanted to tarnish. So the girl continued to smile with her friends and act as if she was unfazed by the sudden loss of someone she loved. When her friends invited her to yet another weekend party, she of course said yes, knowing if she didn’t go they would think she was still hung up on her ex, which of course she was. So when she saw him and his group of friends walk into the already crowded house, Olivia quickly downed one of her friends and grabbed the closest guy to her, immediately dancing dangerously close to him, part of her hoping it would take her mind off Gilbert, part of her hoping Gilbert saw her with the stranger. After a few minutes of downing drink after drink and dancing on some guy who was starting to do handsy, she looked around the place and couldn’t seem to see the familiar face of her ex boyfriend anywhere, so she decided to head upstairs. It was only when she started walking around that Olivia finally realized just how drunk she was. Stumbling her way to the bathroom the blonde opened the bathroom door and closed it behind her, slumping herself against the door as she took a deep breath. The blonde looked up when she heard a voice, a very familiar voice. And she came face to face with Gilbert. “Oh I uh - I didn’t mean to. No I’ll go I’m sorry.” Olivia stumbled over her words as she realized what she had done. She had wanted so badly to talk to him all night and now that they were in the same room all she wanted to do was leave so her eyes wouldn’t start tearing up. 

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ameriicangraffiti:

Rusty’s car was in the shop, and so her alternative to getting home from her job was to walk. Her hands were gripping her backpack straps as she hummed to herself and kicked around in the dirt when she heard a car slow down behind her. She almost considered speeding up, but then she heard a voice that she recognized, causing the word ‘trouble’ to flash through her mind. The brunette stopped in her tracks and crouched slightly to look into his car window. “Gee, I dunno. Sounds sorta dangerous to me, don’t you think?” She smiled, tilting her head. “I mean, I don’t think I should even be talking to you right now.”

Oliver couldn’t let but let out a small chuckle as she suggested that he was dangerous. Something he wouldn’t deny himself but he found it amusing that the girl called him out on it right away. “Dangerous? Me? With a car? Gee, no never.” Oliver said with a heavy layer of sarcasm lining his voice. “Probably not, but isn’t that what makes it fun? Come on Rusty you gotta live a little sometimes.” He said, doing his best to persuade her before he leaned across the seats, reaching the passenger door handle and popping the door open, hoping she would take the invitation and he would get to spend some time with the brunette.

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lespcir:

aurelia looked over as she saw a car parking from the corner of her eye. she knew who it was, shaking her head with a soft laugh when she read the others lips. the bad boy who blew into town had stayed longer than expected. she didn’t mind, but she was surprised at how interested he was in a deaf girl, a girl who wasn’t loud or ambitious or excitable like he was. she rolled her eyes and slid into the car, holding her bag on her lap. she pulled her phone out, typing him a message. ‘heading home’ but signed it to him as well. rei knew he couldn’t read her signs, but maybe one day, if he stuck around that long. ‘want to take me home? all three blocks?’ she typed out to her.

a visible smile made it’s way to his lips as he saw that aurelia was accepting his offer. aurelia caught his attention right away, and not just because she was deaf, but she was kind and selfless and warm hearted despite of her not being able to hear. oliver read the message she typed out quickly before watching her hands, trying his best to remember the motions she was making. he didn’t know sign language, but if he could learn from being around the girl and watching her sign he wanted to try his best. he wanted to able to communicate with her in her language. “yea of course, i’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” he said to her as he faced her before pulled off from the curb and started to head back into traffic.  

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bellyvches:

Freya often lived off in her own little world, only being brought back down to Earth by the simplest of things: the kindness of a stranger, the handsome face of said stranger, and the conversation that followed. And, now, she had both of her feet on the ground… or so it seemed. She had a clarity to her now, instead of the usual fogginess that tinged her dreams and reality. Although, she was never going to stop giving too much of herself to others that probably didn’t deserve her, Freya had taken notice of a new boy in town (which she probably wouldn’t have noticed him under normal circumstances, but she could tell that he was very different than the other people in her little town she had come to call home ). She was twirling one of her braids and was lost in thought as her worn-out converses helped her down the sidewalk. Freya, in all honesty, didn’t mind walking places — she had a plan, after all, and was saving up for some type of vehicle. But, when she heard someone’s voice and the sound of a car next to her, she tried her hardest not to be startled. That feeling was soon replaced with a sense of ease though when she deciphered who had pulled up next to her. “Hey, you,” Freya greeted the brown-haired male and waved a little in his direction. “—Oh, I don’t need a ride, but…” She looked at the cars behind him that were growing agitated. She sighed and glanced back at Oliver with a smile. “On second thought, I guess I’ll take that ride from you, thank you so much,” She wasn’t sure if she got into Oliver’s car through his passenger side door because she felt half-responsible for the line of angry drivers, or if she genuinely wanted to spend time with him… It was probably a bit of both. “I’m going to the library, do you know where that is?” Freya questioned once she was seated next to him inside of his car and she tossed a warm and friendly smile over his way. “If not, I can give you the directions,” She assured him. “Thank you again.”

A smile grew on Oliver’s face as the blonde accepted the ride, leaning across the car to help open the passenger side door for her, and waiting until she was buckled in to pull away from the curve. Oliver had a feeling that she accepted only because of the town’s people who were visibly upset with him, but he didn’t care about what they thought, and if it gave him time to spend with the girl he was going to take it. “I actually do know where that is. Believe it or not one of my first nights here I was at the library.” Oliver looked at her with a small smile, he did know where the library was, but the only reason he knew is because he got drunk in the parking lot at night there; but he wasn’t going to let her in on that little detail. “It’s no problem, I was on my way home anyway so this saves me from going to that crap apartment. So thank you.” He said to her before reaching for the radio, turning on some quiet music to fill in the background. “Going to study? Or do people still actually rent books from the library?”

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based on x | open to f and nb

when oliver came to this small town on his next stop on his trip across the states, he knew that he had to stay for a bit, save up some money and fix up his car a bit. he never expected that he would find something, or rather someone in the town that was going to catch his interest so intensely. but when he came across this girl, she was everything he knew he shouldn’t get involved in, because she was innocent and kind and selfless, everything he wasn’t. but everything telling him to leave the girl alone also brought him closer to her. so when he saw the girl he was just thinking about walking down the side walk oliver pulled his car over to the side of the road, moving ever so slowly so he kept up with her walking. “hey, well look who it is. you need a ride? i mean no point in walking when i can take you wherever you need to go. a personal chauffeur.” he called to her with a smile, ignoring the cars behind him that were starting to honk and pull past him.

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How about a plot about a famous guy whose dating this normal girl he knew from back home when they were in high school. He wanted to keep her a secret from the fans because of drama, hate, etc. But the more he kept her a secret the more she felt like she wasn’t important enough to be a part of his life. As he’s touring the world, she’s at school trying to pass all her finals and when it’s time for her to graduate he doesn’t show up to the ceremony because he’s afraid people will spot him, she decides that she deserves better. She breaks up with him while he’s in another country touring, that way it would hurt less than breaking up in person. He wants to talk her out of breaking up with him but she’s positive that she doesn’t want to be together anymore. Now he’s on stage crying after some songs because he wrote them for her, and she’s getting ready to spend the summer with some friends and possibly meeting a new guy who isn’t afraid to show her off to his friends. IDK but I want him to come home and try fighting for her, slowly showing the fans that this is the girl he’s been dating for years and has been in love with since forever.

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‘we’ve been fucking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’

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yes i revamped my indie every three months but thats bc im a new bitch every three months