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i’m still your boy | a.s.w

anakin skywalker x fem!pregnant!reader

summary: after obi-wan tells you of your lovers betrayal, anakin seeks your forgiveness.

warnings: lots of crying, no happy ending, overall angst

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: hi guys ! i decided to test the waters with this fic. i know it’s short but i just wanted to see if i anyone would be interested in me writing for star wars. let me know! also, ive been working hard on the san francisco book, go check it out if you haven’t !

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you stand overlooking the city but you can’t make out anything from the tears blurring your vision. your hand gently caresses your stomach, unable to fathom what obi-wan had just told you.

killing younglings? turning to the dark side? no. it’s impossible. how could your anakin, the chosen one, the one you had given everything up for? he couldn’t possibly do that to you.

you heart began swelling with an unfathomable amount of pain, your robes felt suffocating, and the room felt as if it was closing in on you. Suffocating your senses and making it difficult to breathe.

your heart races and your palms begin to feel sweaty, a sense of mounting anxiety washing over you as the words of obi-wan repeat in your mind.

the once cozy and familiar space now feels claustrophobic and oppressive, mirroring the turmoil within your mind and heart.

your hand clenches your chest, continuing to stare out the window as you hear footsteps approaching.

knowing it was anakin you didn’t look back to face him, you couldn’t possibly.

instead, you stood there, making out his stature in the reflection of the window.

“obi-wan has told me…horrible things..”

there’s a silence that feels the room, the tension growing by the millisecond. anakin looks at you through his eyebrows at the mention of his master, or; previous master.

though, anakin still looks at you with so much love and affection. a love so forbidden but anakin doesn’t care. he’s so full of love for you he’d do anything for you, including joining the dark side to protect you and the child.

he devoted his life to you and the force, but the premonitions, the nightmares, it was all too much for the mighty jedi.

anakin knows what he did, but you didn’t have to.

“do you believe him?”

you turn on your heels finally deciding to face him. he had an unreadable expression on his face as his eyes examined you. eyes taking in your beauty before trailing down to your swollen stomach. his heart does backflips at the thought of having a child, but he knows it would do no good if your life was in constant danger.

anakin needed to protect you. at all costs.

“i don’t know what to believe..” you mutter, eyes wavering with worry. cautiously, you take a few steps towards him. “did you?” you ask.

“i have to protect you.”

you shut your eyes as he confirmed your worries. your hand guides your body to the sofa, unable to stand much longer. the pain in your chest growing by the second. you can’t bring yourself to face him, not when he’s looking at you that.

“my love..” he coos, falling to his knees in front of you. his gruff hands feeling the soft touch of your silk gown. “please…this is all for you..” he whimpers, the tears staining his cheeks, he has so much love for you it’s turned him into something unrecognizable. evil. dark.

“to protect you,” he repeated. he needed you to know that he would walk through fire for you.

anakin couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you. the visions, the premonitions he was having. every night it felt so real, he was losing you every time he closed his eyes. every day he could feel you slipping away.

“no..” you mutter, your bottom lip begins to quiver at the sound of his voice. you shut your eyes tight, turning your head to face him, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“ani..if this is about your visions..” you begin looking into his eyes. the anakin you knew wasn’t there. this was someone else. “they’re not real..i’m right here..” she frowns, taking his face in her hands and wiping away the tears staining his cheeks with her thumb.

“i’m real, ani. i’m right in front of you.” you beg him. your eyes searching in his beautiful blue eyes only to notice they were the same eyes you fell in love with.

anakin doesn’t budge, he shakes his head. “n-no..i have to do this, i have to protect you..” his hands find yours on his face, his thumb caressing your knuckles. “i have to protect our little one” his hand moves down the sides of your body and rests on either side of your stomach. “i can’t..i won’t lose you, y/n.”

the heat from his hands radiate through your silk gown, almost a burning sensation on your stomach, protecting your child from whomever anakin has become.

you shift away from his touch, protecting your unborn child from his touch. “no..” your bottom lip quivers, a stray tear escaping your eye. your hands wrap around his wrists removing them from your stomach.

anakin panics, he’s becoming frantic. he’d do anything for you to follow him, to be with him. he needs you. “y/n, we could have everything we’d possibly want. we could rule the galaxy together.”

your brows furrow as you look into his eyes. “ani…i have everything i could possibly want. i have you, our little one, i don’t want to rule the galaxy.” you tell him, hoping he’d come to his senses.

“we could leave this place, go to the lake. no one would know..we could be at peace” you plea with him, staring into his eyes searching for anything. anything at all that would tell you he’d let go and leave with you. anakin doesn’t budge. he takes your hands in his again, hoping you’d see his reasoning. “you’re going down a path i can’t follow.” you whimper. your eyebrows knit together as you squeeze his hands. “you’re not the man i married, ani.” you sniffle.

anakins eyes flicker between yours, his brows furrows and his lips part. “he turned you against me..”

his voice was low but held so much anger and resentment to his master. holding anakin back, subsiding his powers, his voice. anakin would never become anything.

at least that’s what he thought.

anger fuels his emotions, he stands up from the floor and removes his hands from your grasp. his hands ball into fists by his side, taking in a deep breath and holding it in. his face twists, looking down on you.

you didn’t recognize him. this wasn’t the same man you awoke to this morning. this man was consumed by his anger, aggression, and fear.

anakin eyes you, “no. i won’t have this.” he says and turns away from you towards the exit, his hand hovering over his lightsaber.

every step be took was fueled by a fierce sense of determination, tinged with an undercurrent of aggression. mixed with a cold, burning hatred that seemed to radiate from his very being. as he walked away, her every movement was a testament to a man on the brink, with a fire burning in his soul that threatened to consume anyone who stood in her path.

“anakin!” you yell as your stand from the sofa, wanting him to stop and come to his senses but he doesn’t. instead, he flips the hood of his robes over his head and you watch his silhouette disappear.

you felt your stomach turn, thinking of the unimaginable. the stress of the situation was taking a toll on your body, and you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

your hands instinctively went to your belly, a protective gesture as you tried to catch your breath.

your anakin, the chosen one, the one you loved with all your being was gone. the dark side had taken him from you and the child.

a broken sob escapes your throat as you fall back onto the sofa. you cover your mouth as you cry, unable to contain the sadness.

[griefbacon]

This is for my Wattpad ppl wondering if this is me, it is. TheNastyPatty is now GriefBacon.

This is where I’ll be writing and uploading the rewritten version of my original fanfiction ‘PuppyLove’ LN2. Stay patient with me because I’m in college and it’s rough fr.

[mintchao]

When that music box hit

[griefbacon]

‘I had her first’

Daryl Dixon x reader

Description: hurt comfort, jealousy, overprotective, fight scene

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She/they reader pronouns :)

The group had found Alexandria, a safe place to stay for at least awhile. She had met Daryl while still dating Xander. They hadn’t gotten close until after Xander and her had broken up. They started going on patrols and supply runs together, getting more and more frequent as days went on. Soon it wasn’t jobs anymore, it was walking around the forest, sharing food, laughing, everything. Daryl had asked them out almost 7 months since they started hanging out. Since then Xander had been insufferable, he was always in their business, practically stalking the couple, until one day emotions boiled over.

“ Say it again, I dare ya’ ”, Daryl inched closer to Xander. They couldn’t see his face, but the icy tone in his voice gave them a clear picture. “ I said that I had her first and you ain’t nothin’ ”, Xander spat, getting in Daryl’s face.

“ Daryl come on, let’s not do this ”, Rick interrupted, gesturing to them both. It was silent between the two men, neither breaking eye contact. It looked like a fight between wild animals, the snarls and grunts telling the other they were not going to back down. Rick’s attempt to defuse the situation wasn’t working, at all, yet he tried again,” Daryl, don’t do this, it’s not worth the trouble”. It was over when Xander piped in ,” listen to your master, dog ”, a silent ‘shit’ came from Rick.

A fist connected to his jaw and a fight broke out. I backed away from Daryl over to where Michonne was standing, she put a hand on my shoulder, still watching with wide eyes. I stared in shock at the sight before me, other men had jumped into action trying to pry them off of each other with yells from both groups. They dragged them off of each other, Daryl shoved them off of him and trudged into the woods while Xander was brought into a house to cool off.

Daryl had disappeared into the woods, Carol put her arm over their shoulder,” let him cool off, come on, let’s get you something to drink ”. She led her away from the scene, as they looked back towards the woods with worry.

They sat on their porch, swinging their feet off the side of the porch in thought. Mind swirling with thoughts of Daryl and his wellbeing.

Daryl walked out of the woods with a skinned and cleaning rabbit in his hand. He spotted them immediately, he always did. His face burned with embarrassment, ashamed of not keeping his cool earlier. He stomped past them.

“ Daryl? “, he stopped, she looked at him with concern as he turned around to look at her, grunting in acknowledgment. They walked towards him, holding his face in her hands she stared intently. He was bruised and battered, they rubbed their thumb over dried blood, scraping it off in the process. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, she asked softly, worry lacing her words. Daryl avoided her gaze in favor of staring at the ground, shifting on his feet.

“ M’fine “, he said, nonchalant, she pressed her lips together in a thin line. “ Come on, let me clean you up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house. He trailed along after them, cheeks still hot from embarrassment.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the counter. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They knocked at the door, calling to him. He grunted as a sign to come in. She clicked the door open, holding a towel, wash cloth, and different clothes he could wear. She sat the clothes and towel on the sink tenderly before turning to him with the cloth. Getting on their knees, wetting the cloth in the water and lathering it with soap. She goes to wash him but hesitates, Daryl’s face was flushed as he gave her a slightly confused look, “ is it okay if I touch you? “, his heart skipped a beat, it was a simple gesture, asking for consent, but he couldn’t help but melt. He nodded, she grinned ,” okay, at any point tell me if you get uncomfortable in any way “.

They washed him, scrubbing away the built up grime and sweat on his body. She periodically checked on him, making sure he was still okay and not uncomfortable, to which he nodded. She washed his hair, using their nails to massage his scalp ,” Daryl? “, he barely registered his name as he peeked open his eyes to look at them. “ Hmm? “, they stopped scrubbing his scalp ,” Daryl tell me how you feel, tell me what happened “, his face scrunched at the memory, not wanting to think about it. “ Please? I’m worried about you “, he sighed and caved in ,” I’ got angrier the more he spoke about ‘chu, saying how he had you first, it.. didn’t feel good’ “.

Her face saddened at him, he was so clearly insecure, how did she not see it sooner. They brought his face to hers and kissed his forehead tenderly. Daryl leaned into it, enjoying the intimacy, they pulled away, Daryl subconsciously chasing their touch. They cradled his face in their hands ,” whether or not he ‘had me first’, you have me now, I love you, I adore you, I have no interest in him anymore, you are my focus, the apple of my eye “, he stared into their eyes, searching for, something, he wasn’t sure what.

They kissed him again, bringing him closer, it was long, meaningful, it wasn’t about the kiss, it was about their love for each other, the whole reason she was bathing him, sitting with him at the camp, laying by his side at night, they loved him. They pulled away, Daryl had stars in his eyes, that told him everything he needed to know.

“ Are you ready to get out of the bath? “, he nodded, allowing her to help him out of the bath and handing him a towel. She unplugged the drain, watching the dirty water wash away. She dried his hair and brushed it, untangling the knots being careful not to pull too hard. They helped him into some comfortable clothes and led him to bed.

They crawled into bed together, Daryl laid his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat. “ I love you Daryl ”, he heard her sleepy voice say, he reared his head up and kissed her on the cheek,” love ya’ too “, he laid his head back down, feeling secure in the arms of his lover, his reason to keep going.

They ran the water, fiddling with the knobs to get the temperature just right as Daryl watched from his seat on the toilet. He couldn’t help but feel slightly dizzy at the thought of her cleaning him. She turned to him ,” strip and get in the bath, I’ll clean you “, they left the bathroom, clicking the door shut, he stripped, settling into the bath. The heat soothed his aching muscles as he relaxed.

They knocked at the door, calling to him. He grunted as a sign to come in. She clicked the door open, holding a towel, wash cloth, and different clothes he could wear. She sat the clothes and towel on the sink tenderly before turning to him with the cloth. Getting on their knees, wetting the cloth in the water and lathering it with soap. She goes to wash him but hesitates, Daryl’s face was flushed as he gave her a slightly confused look, “ is it okay if I touch you? “, his heart skipped a beat, it was a simple gesture, asking for consent, but he couldn’t help but melt. He nodded, she grinned ,” okay, at any point tell me if you get uncomfortable in any way “.

They sipped their tea, hanging her legs off of the porch in thought. Daryl still hadn’t got back yet, their mind swirling with worry.

Daryl walked out of the woods, he held a skinned and cleaned rabbit. He noticed them, but embarrassment kept him from walking inverted and checking on her. They looked up, hearing heavy footsteps practically running away from them.

“ Daryl? “, he froze in his tracks, turning to them, grunting in acknowledgment. “ Are you okay? How are you feeling? “, they abandoned their tea on the porch in favor of walking to Daryl, examining him. His face was bruised and battered, dried blood crusting off when she brushed over it with her finger. Daryl’s face burned from the attention they were giving him, still not used to her eyes on him.

“ m’fine “, he brushed their hand away, reluctantly, face still red from the contact. She stared intensely at him, he couldn’t help but avoid her gaze and shifted his feet. It was silent for awhile before she spoke ,” let’s get you cleaned up “, they grabbed his hand, leading him to the house.

[bartxnhood]

accident prone | d.d

daryl dixon x reader

summary: you’re very clumsy, but no worries. daryl is there for you.

warnings: broken ankle is all.

a/n: hi hi !! this one is just a small blurb. this was also inspired by beth spraining her ankle and daryl coming to the rescue ! i hope y’all enjoy !!!

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“can we hold up for a second?” your grip around daryl waist loosens and you bend down to rub your ankle. “ya okay?” you nodded, “i just need to sit down for a minute.” daryl looked ahead, spotting a small cabin. he moved his crossbow to the front of his chest before bending down. “hop on” you stood up, “what?” “get on, premium ride right here” you laughed softly, before hoisting yourself on his back.

“you’re a lot heavier than you look” he added, heading towards the cabin. “shut up, cowboy” you added the nickname you had given him, which he says he hates but you’d disagree. “i will drop you” he huffed, holding onto you tightly. “mhm sure”

once inside, he sat you next to the fireplace and found just enough broken wood pieces and paper to start a small figure to keep the two of you warm for the night. “‘m sorry” you spoke up, picking at your fingernails. “what?” “for putting us behind, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to drag you down.” daryl finished messing with the fire, “don’t” he stood above you. you looked up at him, feeling the guilt weigh on your shoulders. you didn't want to put your friend in danger because you're clumsy.

“shit happens, don’t worry” he assured, looking around a bit as he took a few steps back. “i’ll go search a bit. stay here”

“yeah like there’s anywhere for me to go, dixon!” you quietly hollers as he walked away. “stay there!” he retorted.

so, you sat there staring at the fire while he was gone. but, the throbbing of your ankle only progressed. "shit" you whispered, you looked down at your ankle seeing the swelling and bruising begin to form. from what you thought was a simple sprain now looks like it could be broken. walking on it is out of the picture, you groaned trying your best to insure the pain.

“y’allright?” daryl enter the room, taking a seat next to the fireplace, across from you. he saw your expression and looked down at your ankle.

"hurtin?" he asked, and you nodded. "i think it’s broken. i don’t like how swollen it is. " you huffed, eyes meeting with the redneck. he hummed, setting down whatever he has found in the other rooms and grabbed his bag, turning his back to you and rummaging around for something. "daryl?" you croaked. "holon" he grunted. within a few seconds, he pulled what looked to be a bandage. it wasn't in the best condition but you were hurt and this might help until the both of you get back home.

daryl slowly rose from his position stopped in front of your ankle and slowly began wrapping it. he tried his best to be gentle with you, especially seeing how badly you had hurt yourself. "ow" you groaned, biting down on your lip to prevent tears. " know it hurts. jus breathe." he grunted, not that he was mad at you or anything. he just can’t stand seeing you in that much pain, especially when he could’ve prevented it.

“since when did you start carrying first aid?” you asked, watching him gently wrap your ankle the best he could. “i only do when you come with me. yer very accident prone” you chuckled, “you’re the sweetest thing, daryl dixon” he looked up at you, rolling his eyes. “whatever.”

he finished up wrapping your ankle, then pulled down your pant leg and put his bag under your foot to keep it elevated.

“get that checked when we get back” he said, leaning against the wooden wall next to you. “yes, sir” you hummed, and rested your head on his shoulder. “thank you for saving me again” “my knight in shining armor” you added, followed by a laugh. “stop” he grumbles, while crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

“you love it, dixon”

“go to sleep”

[bartxnhood]

right here waiting | f.o

finnic odair x fem!reader

summary: after the quarter quell you vanish, no sign, no trace. you left behind your boyfriend, finnick, who could just not wrap his head around your disappearance. what happened?

warnings: typical hunger games violence, blood, torture, strong language, descriptions of wounds.

a/n: this fic is a long time coming. i love finnick and is one of my favorite characters but i can never find the right storyline for his character. it’s also been a hot minute since i’ve watched the movies so if there are any inaccuracies just look away lmao. hopefully, i can continue to write for him. i hope you guys enjoy this one !! feedback is appreciated ! also since i haven’t written in a very long time this came out shorter than i wanted it too. sorry about that.

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“run!!” your voice echoed, the dome was collapsing. “finnick, run!” you turned around, grabbing his wrist to pull you along. the arena was exploding as you tried your best to dodge the debris. katniss had used one of her arrows and shot the border of the arena causing it to collapse. now, all the victors began to spread out to take cover from the panels.

“holy shit, y/n, look out!!” finnick was ripped from your grasp as the ground below you rumbled and sent you falling.

"y/n!? “y/n!" you could hear someone calling your name in the distance, it was a panicked finnick searching the forest floor for your body. you opened your eyes trying to search for him but your vision was too blurry. everything was spinning. "finnick."

in seconds you were back on the ground and eyes falling back, slipping into unconsciousness.

it had been weeks since your disappearance, at first most people just assumed you had died that day in the arena. either by debris or the capital, but finnick knew that you were still out there somewhere.

for finnick, it was a nightmare. he barely left his room. every day that you stayed missing he slowly began to lose hope that he’d find you again. so, he began to mourn.

he was almost unrecognizable. finnick was letting himself go. he began to neglect his health, he refused to eat, he couldn’t sleep, and he was killing himself.

guilt heavy on his shoulders after losing you, even though the people around him had assured him that your disappearance wasn’t his fault. but finnick thought that had he held on to your hand just a little tighter you would’ve made it out.

katniss came to him one day, finding him lying on his bed staring at the ceiling like any other day. “this isn’t like you.” she stated. finnicks eyes found her, standing at the edge of his bed. the girl sighed, crossing her arms. “you’re killing yourself.” he shrugged. “what else am i supposed to do?” “fight for her?” “how?” katniss fell silent, she wasn’t sure how to proceed with the news she had just received. slowly, she moved to his side and sat down. “she’s alive.”

everything froze, he was sure he even stopped breathing. finnick sat up slowly so he could face katniss. “what?” “she’s in the capitol. with peeta.”

the bright fluorescent light of the hospital room burned your eyes, you brought your hand over your eyes to adjust to the light. once your eyes adjusted to the light you scanned your surroundings. you looked at your hand, you had an iv in, and you heard the faint beeping of the monitor next to you.

what happened? how did you get out? where were you? you barely remembered what happened in the capitol, it was all a blur. you began to panic, searching around the room wondering if you could get out.

the door opened, and you looked to your left and saw someone entering. “kat?” your voice was scratchy and hoarse. she now stood at your bedside holding your hand. she hummed, “hi, y/n/n”. “thank god” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. “i thought id never see you again” katniss hushed your cries, wiping away the tears falling from your eyes. “shh, it’s okay. you’re okay” she smiled. caressing your cheek.

you had lost a lot of weight at this point, your face was sunken in. your body thinner than it had ever been, and you were beyond exhausted both physically and mentally. “oh, honey” she coaxed. you held onto her hand tightly, “there’s someone here who wants to see you.”

she gently escaped from your grasp, walking to the exit.

"fin. you breathed, watching him enter the room. it felt like a dream you had wanted to see him for so long. it felt like an eternity. the one you loved so dearly, the one who has saved your life multiple times. "y/n" he walked over to your bedside. he was hesitant at first, but when you held your hand out for him he gained confidence.

"you're here." you weakly smiled, reaching for his hand. he found himself on the edge of your bed, holding you

“of course i am, sweets. where else would i be?" he chuckled softly, and you hummed. you brought your hand to his cheek. you examined his face and he placed his hands on yours. finnick studied you, making sure to soak in every detail.

"you'll never have to go through that again, y/n. i promise i'll do anything to keep you safe." he kissed the top of your head.

you smiled as he pulled back, and tears fell from your eyes again. "i know, fin" you said softly. "you look tired, love" he sighed. it had been such a long time since you'd been in his embrace, you missed everything about him. his jokes, snarky comments, his grin. he was your everything. "i am." you hummed, while he sat holding your hand. “rest, i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[bartxnhood]

back to me | d.d

gif not mine

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary: after the fall of the prison, you begin looking for your family again. especially, daryl. the one you loved most.

warnings: typical twd violence, blood, wounds, choking, etc.

a/n: this is just a small blurb i came up with while rewatching twd, so enjoy !! feedback is appreciated

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you held judith in your arms, hushing her cries the small cabin fell silent as martin wrapped his arms around your neck, gradually tightening his grip. “back off!” martin yelled. tyreese started, “please. please.” he held his hands up after giving up his weapons. walkers surrounded the cabin, banging on the windows and door. judith’s screams and cries causing chaos.

“go outside.” martin continued, each second tyreese wasn’t cooperating, his grip around your throat was tightening. “go outside!” he yelled again. tyreese looked at you, “go” you gasped.

finally, he stepped back opening the wooden door and disappearing with the walkers. you close your eyes letting the tears stain your cheeks, as you heard the struggle.

martin finally released, hurrying over to the knife your friend dropped and cut off the restraint. “cynthia, do you copy?” he held the radio, but nothing was coming through. the loud noises finally ceased, and judith finally calmed down after your endless cooes and shushes.

he walked over to the door, holding his knife. ready to face whatever was beyond the door. then, busting the door down tyreese appeared and grabbed martin, talking him to the ground. you couldn’t face the scene unraveling in front of you. you scurried into the corner with your eyes closed, and judith to your chest.

when it was over, tyreese stood up and it fell silent. you opened your eyes, meeting with your friend.

tyreese helped you up, holding your side for support. you still clinging onto judith. “you okay?” he huffed, you nodded wiping the tears from your cheeks. “thanks, ty.” he nodded and began to lead you out of the cabin into the light.

“carol should be back soon, for now, it’s jus a waitin game” he held your side, comforting you the best he could.

so, that’s exactly what the two of you did. and it wasn’t very long before you saw the figures of your group approaching, carol leading them.

you saw rick first, who immediately saw his baby. alongside carl they came running and scooped the child in their arms, then hugged you softly. “thank you.” when he pulled away, your eyes began searching for daryl.

his eyes met with yours, he hurriedly ran to you. “oh god” you cried, holding him tightly. you were safe, in his arms. he had been hoping, praying to any god that heard him just to make sure you’d be safe. he held onto that hope, he knew you were strong. he never doubted that. daryl pulled back, looking over your current state. “you okay?”

you nodded, also looking at his injuries. “your face..” he shocked him. “‘m fine. swear.” he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, just wanting to be held. tears brimmed the both of your eyes, his quiet sobs filled the air followed by your sniffles.

later that night, sitting somewhere in the woods, you were accompanied by daryl. you tried your best to clean up his cuts with the little supplies you had, he insisted he was fine. you finally admitted, “i thought i lost you.” daryl watched you, dropping your bag to the forest floor. “nah. never” he reached for you hand, holding you gently.

his hands were coarse, but you missed it. you knew most people would be put off by that, but to you, his touch made you feel at home. daryl stared at you, examining every little detail, afraid of letting you slip through his hands.

he sat up, “yer neck” carefully using his left hand to brush your hair that was sticking to your neck, pointing to the now bruise forming. “what happened?” looking up from your bag, you met with his eyes yet again. “in the cabin” you swallowed, “there was one of the guys from terminus, at first we had him under control but then he..” you sighed, recalling judith’s cries. “he held me and judith hostage, i guess you could say. chokehold.”

fire burned behind daryl’s eyes, the sudden urge to find this guy and rip him to shreds. he stood up but you pulled him back down. “dar” you shook your head. he opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t. nothing would come out.

“ty took care of it. he saved me.” you shook your head, holding eye contact. “i’m okay, i promise.”

daryl looked away, eyes dancing around on the ground as he chewed his gums trying to find out what to say. your hand rested on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “it isn’t your fault. you couldn’t have known” he shook his head, finally returning to your gaze. “i shoulda been there”

“you couldn’t have known. it’s okay, i’m okay now, im here and you’re here.” you assured, you cupped his face. “we’re okay” daryl huffed, but you were right. you always here. “m’kay”

you kissed his nose, “okay” you smiled.

[bartxnhood]

daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

based on this request

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

requests open

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

[bartxnhood]

another life | c.b

colby brock x fem!ghost!reader

summary: on a certain investigation, colby finds himself oddly intrigued by the mystery surrounding your passing. so, he tries his best to help you move on.

warnings: sadness, angst, murder, bittersweet ending.

a/n: hi loves ! long time no see ! i haven’t been writing like i usually do, to lack of inspiration and motivation. i hope this can make up for it. also my first time writing for colby, so i hope i did okay ! if you’d like to see more let me know !! also this was slightly inspired by corpse bride especially the scene at the end. iykyk. enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated !

requests open

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the thought of the idea of something after life always intrigued you. what happened to someone after passing? or did your life begin again after death? but after passing, you were hit with the reality that you’d be bound to the house you died in; and living the same thing almost every single time.

after a couple years the constant investigation it was getting very annoying. at first, you’d interact the best you could but when they’d take it too far and taunt you, you’d slowly begin to stop giving them what they want. they’d always seem to be disappointed and often left not believing. you’ve come to understand the why humans think, trying to prove the existence of the after life. you know if someone truly believed they wouldn’t be so aggressive.

no one had toured the house in what felt like a long time. on one night in particular you heard commotion outside, so, you peeked out the curtains seeing a group of people, around your age. they all took a steak back and panned what you had come to recognize as a camera towards the house. your eyes caught a blonde girl as she scanned the windows but her eyes landed on you.

as the sam panned the camera on the victorian era home, amanda noticed you. her eyes locking with yours before you vanished into the blackness behind you. she thought about mentioning your presence but she decided to wait until they were inside.

they were greeted with a guild which you were also familiar with. they had stopped in first two rooms downstairs before coming up to the third floor.

the guide lead them up the spiral staircase into the mist anticipated room of the night. your bedroom.

“now, you may notice the energy shifting in this room, it’s much darker and heavier.” she started “the mystery surrounding y/ns death is still pretty much unsolved” she stood at the foot of your bed. “people suspect she died of a broken heart, but there is also a theory that she was murdered by her sister to get with her fiancé” you stood in the corner behind her, you hated te she stepped to the side showing a photograph of the man. sam zoomed in on the photo while the guide continued to give misleading details about your story. “most people don’t believe this story to be true as there is no evidence of a murder happening. so, we may never know.”

amanda pipes up, “is she known to be active?.” the guide shakes her head, “when we first opened for investigations she was our most popular ghost and was the most active one but eventually she just stopped. so, people would often leave disappointed. some people would try to taunt her, but it only made her not want to interact anymore.”

the group nodded. “y/n, if you’re here we want you to know we aren’t here to harm you, we’d love to talk to you more tonight if you’re down.” colby said, looking around the room, hoping you’d be listening. “lets check out the rest of the house shall we?” sam asked and they all nodded.

you watched as the group returned to your bedroom, setting up the camera before going over their last investigation.

“the energy is so different from the rest of the house.” nate started, filing in behind the blonde boy. “i feel just this heaviness on my chest. like i could cry” he added. colby nodded in agreement, “yeah, i feel like that earlier. it’s very overwhelming.”

if you still had a heart you knew it would ache, watching colby, the taller and darker headed man walk around in your bedroom admiring what used to be yours. you watched the man who reminded you of the man who you once loved with all of your heart.

“the guide said everything here is all original to y/n, correct?” sam nodded, reaching into his bag for the two flashlights. “yes, everything here is the same as it was when she was alive.”

your felt especially sad, spectating these people in your area, saying everything they could but you were still stuck in silence.

you knew the blonde girl could see you but it had been so long since someone could see you, you were afraid. ironically. “she’s sad”

amanda stood across from you, “she wants to communicate with us but doesn’t know how. she feels lonely.”

“so these are flashlights, i will sit these on the dresser and basically you can use your energy to turn these on and off for yes and no.”

you moved from your bed to the dresser and tried out the flashlight. it took a few seconds but you eventually got it on, it took more energy than you thought. “she’s here!” nate chirped.

“y/n if this is you can you turn off the flashlight?” sam asked, you began dimming the light and eventually it turned off. “y/n, you’re free to use our energy if it helps you communicate.”

once again, you turn the flashlight on again, but a tad quicker this time. colby grins, “this is crazy. okay, y/n. i’m colby, this sam, nate, and that’s amanda.” he introduced everyone. “we want you to know we don’t want to force you or push you into anything. we just want to know who you were.” the one you came to know as nate said.

“how about we move to the bed?” nate added, for a change of pace.

now colby was lying on what was previously your bed and carefully you laid next to him. “holy shit dude” he looked at nagw. “what?” sam said, who was filming. “swear to god i just felt the side of the bed dip like she is laying next to me” “holy shit, for real?” he asked, couldn’t nodded. “yes.” he then paused, “y/n are you laying next to colby?” the four looked at the flashlights now on the bedside table.

you turned it on. then off

“y/n, would you like to talk to us?”

you turned it back on signaling you wanted to talk more

“okay, we’re going to pull out a spirit box and you can talk through it using the channels.”

“hi” you started the session with. finally feeling relieved being able to finally talk.

nate asked “y/n, are you lonely?”

“yes” “very”

“do you miss interaction?”

“of course.”

“y/n, how do you feel about us being here?” amanda questioned.

“happy.” “comfort”

“do you mean you feel comforted?”

“yes.”

“y/n, did you die from a broken heart?”

it fell silent for a few seconds, you begin reliving that night. “no.” you answered.

“we’re you murdered by your sister?”

“yes.”

sam and nate shared glances them looked back at colby.

“we’re sorry that happened, y/n. you seem like you were very sweet and to be surrounded by all of this sadness is very overwhelming. i cant imagine how you must feel.” amanda could feel the pain radiating from your energy.

“thank you, amanda.” you said, knowing if you could you would be crying.

“are you trapped here?” sam stood up from behind nate.

“i don’t know”

“have you tried leaving?”

“no”

nate hummed, “maybe she feels the need to stay here, like it’s her duty? she doesn’t have anyone waiting for her so maybe she just needs the okay for her to move on” he conspired, the rest hummed in agreement. “that could be a big possibility” colby says.

“yes” you answered from the spirit box, they all shot up to look at each other “yes!” sam repeated your answer throwing his hands onto his head. “wow, that’s a lot” nate added, laughing after.

“amanda and nate, do you guys wanna take the basement? i’ll take the second floor and colby can stay here?” sam suggested and everyone else agreed.

the rest of the group left, leaving you alone with colby and a few pieces of equipment.

“y/n, looks like it’s just us.” he announced, closing he door.

the flashlights were left on the bedsides and he walked over to your bed. “is it okay if it sit on your bed?” you turned on the flashlight closer to him, answering his question. he sat down and laid the spirit box next to him letting it run through channels. you suddenly came through the box “hi. colby.”

“hi, y/n” he smiled, glancing to the camera to make sure it was still recording. “i know you like to touch people, so feel free to touch me or use my energy if you want to talk more. we aren’t here to harm you.”

you smiled, answering. “thank you.” you carefully sat next to him, not wanting to startle him like last time. but, he still noticed. “holy shit. i just felt the bed sink next to me.” he talked to the camera, he took a deep breathe calming himself. “this is insane” he added. there was a few seconds of silence. you took this opportunity to finally to physical interaction. hesitating, you rested your hand on his which was laying on his knee.

colby froze, a huge wave of emotions flooded his mind. his heart began to ache feeling your sadness. his hand was ice cold, “is this you, y/n? are you touching my hand?” for just a moment, if he had closed his eyes and focused enough, he could picture you sitting next to him. though you didn’t answer, you only sat there still holding his hand.

“this is insane guys. i’ve never feel like this before” the camera, which was in his other hand was now panning to his hand. “my hand is freezing. i feel so many emotions right now.” he said, taking in a deep breath. “i’ve never felt like this before” he explained. you admired him, his kind soul, his gentle presence and peace of mind. “thank you, colby” you used the last bit of your energy you had so he could hear your voice.

he shot up from the bed and dropped the camera on the nightstand. “oh my fucking god” he mumbled, now pacing back and forth. “guys i don’t know if the camera caught that but i swear to god i just heard a voice” he ran his hands through his hair, feeling tears welling in his eyes. “holy shit guys.” he walked back and picked up the camera, documenting his tears. “that’s insane.”

you kind of felt bad, not expecting someone to cry so suddenly. “i’m sorry” you spoke from the spirit box. “no, no don’t be sorry. that was amazing. thank you for that y/n.”

the sound of an alarm went off and colby checked his phone which meant the group would return to colby.

colby was still emotional when the rest of the group returned, sam was the first one to see him. “dude? what happened?!” he asked. “you’re never going to believe this sam”. colby started but didn’t tell the story until amanda and nate came back.

colby turned the camera off before rewinding to the part you spoke in and there it was, clear as day. your voice. something you hadn’t heard in many years. “dude!” “bro!” “oh my god!” the othe three exclaimed. “that’s actually insane, colby. no wonder you’re tore up” amanda added.

“i’ve never felt like this before. just the pure wave of hurt, pain, loneliness, and sadness is just overwhelming. i cant even put into words how it made me feel. and after i heard her voice, knowing she is here is just so insane. that was an amazing experience”. sam agreed, keeping focus on colby as he spoke.

colby added “so, thank you, y/n for talking with us and sharing your story. you seem to be a wonderful soul and you deserve so much more than being trapped in this house. i want you to know that it’s okay to move on now, you can be at peace. the world will know your story now.” he wiped his eyes, now coming down from the overwhelming emotions.

you smiled, standing in front of the group. the sudden feeling of warmth and comfort surrounded your spirit. turned you head to look at amanda, “thank you”. you closed your eyes.

“she said thank you.” the blonde said, she also now felt emotional watching you find peace.

closing your eyes you fell your body being surrounded by light, and your soul was now at peace. you were able to move on now, all thanks to colby.

[griefbacon]

Why r you like this 🖕

Ur lucky ur my friend 🙄

[griefbacon]

Damn it I’ll do it myself

Backrooms from your POV cause I can

The floor is moist, the walls are yellow, and the ceiling is moldy popcorn. ‘Where the hell am I?’ I checked my pockets for my phone but nothing, I looked around at the floor but nothing. ‘Okay then…’ I looked around, everything looked the same. I started walking, no where in particular, just walking.

I found some water, Almond Water? It was something at least. My shoes squelched against the moist carpet, the lights above buzzing was all I could hear.

I fiddled with hands, growing nervous, paranoid. There was nothing around to be afraid of, but then again, there was nothing. Nothing but ugly yellow walls, bright lights, and disgusting carpet.

There was a darker room, only lit by the light of the room I stood in. I stared, still nothing, but the paranoia told me to keep moving, away from it, ‘be smart, don’t die in the first movie’, I smiled to myself.

I’ve been walking for awhile, I’m tired, my legs tingled slightly ‘I need to work out more’. I pushed on, everything is still the same, ‘I wonder if moms making dinner?’, I stopped, I had heard something, I know it, something, but what? I kept moving, I don’t feel like finding out.

I feel like the walls are watching me, the lights mocked my sanity with buzzing laughs, the carpet, the hateful carpet, I hate this place, I want to go home.

I sat, a well needed rest, I practiced breathing, it helped some, it would’ve helped more if those damn lights stopped buzzing. It sounded like people talking now, but I knew it wasn’t, my brains lying to me, this isn’t right, it’s not, a light cannot talk, I’m light headed. I curl up close to myself, knees to my chest, I closed my eyes, a bad dream, this is all a bad dream, when I wake up..

Sorry this isn’t long, inspiration struck and I had to get something down, I know this isn’t my usual content lol, if you have any pointers let me know

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Testing testing tesintggg

Testing test testing testie

[griefbacon]

I AM A DWARF AND IM DIGGING A HOLE

DIGGY DIGGY HOLE

DIGGING A HOLEEE

DIGGY DIGGY HOLE

DIGGING A HOLE

I AM A DWARF AND IM DIGGING A HOLE

DIGGY DIGGY HOLE

DIGGING A HOLE

BORN UNDERGROUND

SUCKELED FROM A TETER STOW(?)

RAISED IN THE DARK

THE SAFETY OF OUR MOUTAIN HOME

SKIN MADE OF IRON

STEEL IN OUR BONES

TO DIG AND DIG MAKES US FREE

COME ON BROTHERS SONG WITH ME

I AM A DWARF AND IM DIGGING A HOLE

DIGGY DIGGY HOLE

DIGGING A HOLEEEEE

[bartxnhood]

older | c.h

| calum hood x reader

summary: in which the two of you share a personal moment together.

warnings: none.

a/n: this is inspired by their new song older with sierra (her vocals omg). so i’d suggest listening to that while reading.

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the light from the stovetop was the only thing lighting the kitchen. you only needed minimal light for the task you were doing. you had managed to escape your boyfriend's tight grasp, the sudden urge of snacking woke you. quietly, you opened the refrigerator and found leftover cheesecake from dinner earlier in the day. you and calum went out to celebrate your anniversary, he had taken you to a nice restaurant and bought you plenty of flowers. it was a nice night out but you would’ve loved to stay in as well.

you opened the styrofoam container and grabbed a fork taking a seat on the island. only getting a couple of bites before you heard quiet shuffling coming from your hallway. you looked up seeing calum peeking around the hallway.

“babe?” he murmured as he rubbed his eyes while walking toward you. “what are you doing up? it’s late” he asked, coming by your side.

“i got hungry, wanted something sweet” you answered taking another bite of your food. he huffed, “i kept reaching for you” you laughed. “i was coming right back”. putting your fork down and looking at him. “i know, i just wanted to make sure you’re alright” he yawned.

“are you done?” he asked, you nodded and watched him take your empty plate to the sink. you pushed yourself up to follow behind him, watching him carefully. “i’m sorry i woke you.” your hands ran through his curls which were growing back out.

he shook his head, drying his hand off and moving his head to you. “it’s okay,” he shrugged, resting his hands on your hips. “i couldn’t sleep well anyways, just wanted to check on you.” you raised your eyebrows. “i’m okay, love. are you okay?” calum nodded, “oh yeah, yeah just not getting enough rest, the album will be out soon. just been busy.” you smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek. calum grinned, taking your hand and spinning you around then dipping you. “so we’re dancing in the kitchen now?” you laughed, coming back up and kissing him and running your fingers through the hair on his neck.

the two of you stayed like that, swaying back and forth with quiet, almost inaudible humming from calum. you rested your head on his chest. moments like this, you cherished more than extravagant dates or gifts. just you, just him.

“i love you, y/n” he said, looking down at you. a smile formed on your lips “i love you too, cal”

“no, i love you so much y/n l/n. you’re my everything. and i’d do anything for you.” he said, staring into your beautiful eyes. he adored you so much. you were his one and only. anything you would do could make him the happiest guy on the planet. “i want to grow older with you, y/n. no one else. it’s just you.” the stovetop light lit his face but you saw how he looked at you. looking into his eyes you felt your heart flutter. “you mean that?”

“course i do. you’re my person.” he pressed a long kiss on your temple. “my life wouldn’t be complete without you.” you knew calum had a way with words but in a moment like this, you could melt. you felt like you were in some cheesy rom-com. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “i’m so in love with you y/n.” “i love you too, calum” you smiled.

[griefbacon]

THATS MY BESTFRIEND AT THE TOP RIGHT THERE!!!

[griefbacon]

Cursed/ One offs

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Imagine

Creepypasta:

Jeff the Killer-

Stupid Song

Little House on the Prairie:

Andy Griffin Show:

[griefbacon]

“Stupid Song”

Yes this is ooc, no I don’t care, I love fanon Jeff more anyway, also this is slendermansion AU 😁 also the bf is a random name, not a character, also sorry it’s short

TW: language, angst, romance, self hatred thoughts, they/them reader

Summary-

Jeff cant seem to escape the feelings he has for them, especially with their dochuebag boyfriend around.

Slender called me to his office, I knocked loudly, annoyed I had to walk upstairs for some dumb shit. A ‘come in’ echos in my head and I open the door, walking in. I immediately notice a new face while entering the room, I roll my eyes, flopping into a chair, another recruit just waiting to get killed.

Slender explains that we’re going on a mission together and that it was my job to ‘learn them the ropes’ and ‘to keep them safe’, he knew damn well I wasn’t gonna do either of those.

We set out that night, they stared out the window while I drove down the road, it was awkwardly silent for awhile. They turned to me,” do you mind if I turn on the radio?”, I shrugged but they were already turning it on.I barely acknowledged them flipping through the stations as I flipped off a car that didn’t let me merge. They flipped through several stations before settling on one. ‘Goodbye Agony’ by Black Veil brides was playing, they started bumping to the music. I glanced at them, then to the radio, then back at them with an amused expression. They caught my gaze and grinned at me, I broke eye contact, shaking my head with a silent laugh and stared at the road again.

That was the day we met, the day we became friends, I should’ve known.

We had the same music taste and we liked similar things. We started hanging out outside of missions, playing video games, going out, or just plain sitting and hanging out. We grew closer and closer day by day.

“Brandon is my boyfriend, he asked me out, honestly I can’t believe it”, I looked at them in shock, a boyfriend? Why would they want a boyfriend? They have me? I had so much to say but all that came out was ,”what”. They rolled their eyes at my response, stabbing their straw into the kaprison,” I have a boyfriend now, but don’t worry we can still hang out, just not as much”.

My brain tried to process the information, but it didn’t make sense, they liked someone, someone who wasn’t me, oh god. I stayed silent as I left their room, closing the door behind me quietly, forgetting to say bye. My heart was in my in my throat and my head was pounding, I knew I liked them, but I never thought about them having a boyfriend, at least a boyfriend who wasn’t me.

Weeks went by of pretending things were fine when things weren’t fine, things weren’t fine at all. They posted pictures of them together, it made my heart burn, but I don’t know what I expected, I’m a killer, a liar, a cheat, my room was dirty, I smelled, my mental health is shit, the list just goes on and on, what was I thinking.

My self doubt ate me alive as their 6th month anniversary hit, I couldn’t do anything about it, our friendship had deteriorated and it’s all my fault, I ignored them, watching from afar. Their boyfriend would say things, things that were wrong, they didn’t listen to that song, they hated it, they didn’t watch that show, they didn’t even tolerate it. Anger boiled but there was still nothing I could do, I listened to him when they weren’t around and they said the dumbest shit, they didn’t even talk about them, mention them, brag about how that was their partner, their so lucky and they sit there and don’t say shit about it, if they were mine I’d never shut up, I’d talk about them all day long, all night long, every day, but their not mine, lucky bastard.

I opened my door to find them sniffling, barely holding themselves together, I let them in without hesitation. “He dumped me for his ex”, they didn’t say anything else, they didn’t have too. We sat on my bed together and I held them, for the first time in months.

It was awkward at first but it went away when they said,”I missed you”, every drop of emotion I had went into our embrace. For the first time in forever, my mind was quiet, all I was focused on was them, they were all that mattered, they were all that always mattered, ever since that stupid emo song came on the radio.

[griefbacon]

I have to do EVERYTHING in this house smh

Expect Andy Griffin and Charles Ingles content soon cause their 😍