#bc..yknow..they were fifteen when they met..

[flaunttheweirdmyfriends]

but what if when kit hears ty's voice for the first time in so many years it's almost painfully similar to the one he dreams of, the one he loves, but it's also deeper, more mature and so different from what he remembers

[pumpkinsy0]

Two-Bit has said I love you to multiple people throughout the course of his life but only ONE of them has ever reciprocated it. (Or did he?) you decide. I wrote this to throw you in for a loop and or to see if you would like it.

1. When he was five and it was the night before his dad left he said it to him. Only to be greeted with empty silence and a small yet tired smile.

2. To Darryl when he was fifteen and the two of them were still in HS together. He said it the night during the homecoming dance. Darry played it off like Two was drunk (even though they both knew better) and didn’t talk about it after.

3. He said it to Dallas once when he turned seventeen. It was a slip of the tongue, he didn’t even mean to say it. But Dallas in the evening seemed to sparkle like one of those stars that Ponyboy was always talking about. Dallas found this amusing, he didn’t tease two but he didn’t say it back either. Instead it became a hook-up, just like it always did with those two.

4. Marcia, the first girl he ever really set his eyes on. Who was a Soc but was so pretty and sweet that she was hard not to fall for. Someone who he properly courted and took out. No this wasn’t just a mere hookup for two, it was something more. But Two never did have any luck when it came to love. He says it to her, sober and so softly you almost couldn’t hear him. Yet Marcia looked at him with her soft and apologetic brown eyes. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. After all soc’s and greasers are like oil and water right?

5. The last I love you that Two-bit says starts out like the first one. Except he’s no longer five, and he’s no longer waiting for anyone to say it back. This time he’s nineteen years old, he’s a little older and a little more sober. It’s been a year since Dallas and Johnny both passed on. He isn’t quite the drunken and reckless boy who he use to be. That doesn’t stop him from having his moments though. Such as tonight where he had a little too much to drink. He feels his knees give weigh and collapse underneath him. He feels like he’s falling until suddenly he isn’t. He’s being hold up by something- no someone. His eyes soften as he notices those dark curls from anywhere.

He smiles wide,showcasing his shape white teeth.He cracks a joke about him falling for the boy. The boys blue eyes shine in the night, and for just a second you can catch the amusement in them. The Boy helps to walk him back home. And maybe because it’s drunk that those words slip out again.Or maybe he’s just a kid who still hasn’t grown up yet. But when he says the words “I love you”, this time though he isn’t met with silence.Instead the boy’s blue eyes soften just slightly.It’s a softness that the Shepard’s leader hardly ever shows outside to his own kin.After all to be soft on the east side is a luxury that few can afford.

The boy doesn’t say anything back, but the simple gesture says it all.

So no Two-Bit Matthews is not lucky when it comes the field of love. But on this night he starts to learn that perhaps there’s a different kind of love to look for. A love that while might not be conventional, is no less precious to him.

yknow what??? look, what i love about the two bastards is that they r DEFINITELY not romantic in the way that other two but ships r, but it could b just as passionate as them, its like tally but like,,,,not as fucked up❤️

im clawing at the bars of my enclosure at the last line actually

BUT PLEASE!!! two bit has 2 hands, we all need to get together and help him grow more so he can have all of em!!!

let me b delusional and say that the reason y darry didnt say anything back was partially bc he was 17 and didnt want a 15 year old crushing on him, make him regret it and maybe they get together in the future,,,or at least theres something there,,,,

marcia and two bit, u guys r like romeo and juliet to me, at LEAST let them kinda keep in contact but like from a far,,,i beg,,, (can u tell im coping)

[trashcanfanfics]

Thank you so much! That was so good 😩😩 If requests are still open then may I have Hush (again ikr 🙄/sarcastic) with a s/o that has been trying to get him to purr bc Husk refuses to (letting your guard down yknow?) So reader looks up cat behaviors and gets MORE than just him purring? You can see your answer has inspired me lol. Please and thank you, have a nice day/night💕 sorry if request are closed!

Requests closed?? What does that mean???

I'm so glad you liked it!! I hope you enjoy this one just as much!!

You have been scouring the hellnet for cat behaviors for weeks. Husk refused to purr and you were determined to get him to feel comfortable enough to do it. The article you were reading explained fifteen cat behaviors that connected a few dots for you (the slow blinking was essentially him blowing you kisses).

"What're ya readin', sweetheart?" You jumped as Husk's voice pulled you from your focused research. You clicked off your phone and put your full attention on him. He blinked slowly at you, making you copy the action with a burst of fuzzy feelings in your chest.

"Just an interesting article. What's up?" Husk didn't answer and walked over to you, sitting beside you on your couch. He spread his right wing to drape over you. You reveled in the soft feathers and comfort it brought you. Humming in content, you leaned over to lay your head on his shoulder. He bonked his head against yours and you smiled. That means he loves you.

"Hm, that smiling bastard forced me to join this bullshit thing the princess is tryin' out." Husk huffed and leaned into you more. He must be tired, he always was when he had to deal with Alastor.

"Want me to beat him up?" Your offer was met with a strained chuckle. He usually got uneasy when you said things like that. This Alastor must be tough if Husk's worried about you fighting him. You weren't weak by any means, Husk knew that, but he always got tense at the idea of you even meeting this guy.

Husk's body began to get more rigid by the second, so you decided to use the knowledge you learned. Reaching up your hand slowly, you made gentle contact with the fur under his chin and started to scritch softly. You expected him to pull back, but were pleasantly surprised when he leaned into the touch. Moving your body to face him, you lifted your other hand to smooth the fur on the left side of his face. Husk's eyes closed as you reached up with your left hand to scratch behind his right ear. A broken purr escaped his throat. You almost squealed but didn't want to break the moment.

He leaned into you more, making you lie on your back while he rest his chin on your chest. You continued your ear scritchies and ran your right hand through the fur between his shoulder blades, massaging it slightly. His arms made their way around and under your back to hold you closer. He lifted his head up to nuzzle into your neck, licking your hairline there. Husk rubbed the side of his face into your neck and pressed the top of his head into your jaw. You knew what he was doing. Scenting you is a way for cats to mix their scent with yours in a show of affiliation. Mixing that behavior with his more human instincts could also mean he's trying to warn others that you're taken. Your stomach filled with butterflies and you gave him a kiss on his head before nuzzling back.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" You spoke softly. His purring increased and he placed his ear on your chest to hear your heartbeat. His claws flexed softly under you in a sort of kneading motion. You were practically purring yourself as you continued to run your fingers through his fur. His wings were draped around the back of the couch and you.

You wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

Just a short fluffy thing!! Sorta based on my own cats.

[dear-space-cadet]

al horford sleeper agent

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anyway by now ive told basically everyone i care about but i had a life changing experience over the weekend. n it sounds dumb as shit but i met a real life dude who was basically a clone of nick from franz. weird hours. guess this is a thread

before we start i want to say i havent thought about franz in weeks. theyve gone away on their own finally but really i think my old obsessions just get replaced every few years and maybe it was my hard work in therapy or my new obsession with rap or

maybe it was just a realization or me growing up and maturing or something but i dont even want to work on my favorite fanfics anymore or anything. it’s just odd. i think im changing

and i don’t think about how my former favorite band members are doing or worry about them or check their socials n it feels really good. but i know there probably is or probably will be a replacement

ok that was a tangent. if they were replaced by anything they were replaced by new friends and the NBA. so there’s the exposition of this story sorted

anyway back to the weekend. the sleeper agent invited me to lunch. and that was the catalyst. god people are being so loud in here let me go to the art library

anyway i just kind of realized "huh i guess there's more out there." i went to lunch n shit. WE went to lunch n shit. stopped caring so much about my math homework. let myself be dumb and in love

that’s a very human thing. lunch. he spilled his stupid chipotle burrito all over his stupid bright green celtics jacket

he’s from italy. never even stepped foot in a chipotle. immediately clowned himself. some world we live in

we hung out all weekend. we went to lunch like two more times and we went to dinner. there was this big threat of leaving looming over my head the whole time. i made him walk like a mile on crutches and i feel very bad about it

i don’t know what’s wrong with him. it’s somewhere between a basketball injury and a chronic disability. either way that just made me feel even more emotionally attached to him. i never saw him without the celtics jacket

it was so cold that weekend. or maybe i just didn’t bring the right jacket. if he were a gentleman he would have offered me the celtics jacket. i didnt even hug him goodbye

and then of course he went back home. theres a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time. theres nothing special about me. he doesn't want to talk. i wrote my ap psych notes in green yesterday bc i was so in love with that stupid celtics jacket

im a sixers fan. the sixers and the celtics have been rivals forever. it was about to be war, except i want to move to boston. but really i want to move to dc. i wish the whole world was philly. things would be less complicated

im in love with a celtics jacket. a celtics jacket. of all teams. and i cant even talk to my basketball friends about it because they think im dumb shit for falling for some celtics fan with a million girls all over his instagram comments all the time

im not like those girls. i don’t think im like those girls. but i definitely exactly am

i have an economics test in fifteen minutes. i think one day ill drown in the atlantic ocean.

the test wasnt that bad. i thought about writing this the entire time. i would just zone out and stare and think about the phrase ‘al horford sleeper agent’

because he has to be. why else would someone put a diehard sixers fan right in front of a diehard celtics fan who looks exactly like the guitarist of their middle school favorite band

in reality i should be calling him a celtics sleeper agent because the whole point is that al horford is a sleeper agent for the celtics. but i hate al horford so i guess it’s more funny to include him in the title

i mean how can one player change so drastically like that? al horford was benched for the first time since his rookie season, like, two weeks ago after being traded to the sixers. how does that happen? why *wouldn’t* he be playing badly so his old friends win the title?

al horford’s gotta be retiring in like, three years, tops. he’s working for the celtics, i know it. and my sleeper agent is trying to convert me to a celtics fan

i understand why people make jokes, though. it’s a very human thing to want to go home. al horford just wants to go home. he lived in boston for however many years let me look it up

god whatever it was only three years i thought it was like eleven that just ruined my point

back to the matter at hand though that’s all we’re trying to do. we all just want to feel at home. we’re all just these little things trying to connect somehow. sometimes we are more desperate than others

i think im pretty desperate right now. sometimes i sit in my bedroom and im like damn when do i get to go home? but im home

i didn’t even want to leave dc. it was all star break and there wasn’t even basketball on. so there i was, in basketball purgatory, wizards territory for some god forsaken reason, losing sleep over a celtics fan and not wanting to go home

and when i say i was losing sleep you better believe me. i was so excited to wake up in the morning that i didn’t want to fall asleep. i wanted to be awake forever, endless, running through the city

i’ll get there soon enough. it’ll be with different people. college, yknow. all that. but sometimes i feel like certain things can’t be replaced.

and im acting like a different person lately. im using my phone at red lights just so i can check for a message from the sleeper agent. it’s always one word responses

yes. ok. maybe. some shit like that. a haha every once in a while. he’s not interested and i should stop trying

and then, INEVITABLY, i send something stupid back, a photo of my hand on the wheel or something, and i get left on read

and i know im stupid for it. everyone i know is screaming at me “disco, you’re dumb shit” but i just want to believe for a minute that im loved, im special

I want to feel like someone out there cares about me that isn’t obligated to, yknow? my mom can say she loves me all she wants but it doesn’t feel as good as some italian celtics fan saying it

some hot italian celtics fan mind you

even if he wasn’t hot or italian it would be nice. and actually it would be better if he liked like, ANY other basketball team

except maybe the knicks

but whatever. main point: i know im dumb shit and should stop trying. but it feels good to feel like if i keep trying maybe i’ll be wanted

sleeper agent is just one of those people tho. he’s magnetic and everyone always wants to be around him. dumb as hell in the most charming way ever. my friends are still all making fun of me

i started crying in a pizza place the other night because even the CONCEPT of italy sent me over the edge. i need to stop before i

wait what’s the word

i need to stop before i immortalize him? no, no

i need to stop before i deify him. soon enough he’s going to be a new canonical character in my head and i’ll start making up legends and stories to myself

we barely knew each other. if i deify him i’ll start telling people he offered me the celtics jacket when it was cold out. he’ll become a perfect gentleman. and he wasnt. he was just some stupid hot italian boy in a bright green jacket

im not going to deify him. it won’t happen. but i love the color green. i always say i love yellow more but i think that’s passed. i wear a green ring on my right ring finger every day. im not going to deify him and i still hate the celtics

overall, the celtics are winning the rivalry. i don’t think the sixers have ever truly been “great,” at least outside of philly. maybe allen iverson. wilt chamberlain. dr j? theyve never had like, a dynasty. idk. i don’t think you’d be able to get a sixers jacket in italy.

it’s his birthday today. i should probably text him. i should probably stop thinking about him. that’s just dumb shit, disco youre better than this what happened to a little self confidence every now and again

sure lets say external validation isnt necessary but also i think that’s something the mindfulness crowd made up to sell more planners and tote bags in 2011. it feels good to be wanted

never waste all your time on it sure. know youre still worth it even when you have no friends and there are a million girls all over his instagram comments. but it does feel good to hear “goodness disco i like how much you like the philadelphia 76ers”

my friends are all making fun of me for being on some romeo and juliet shit because he’s literally from verona and he’s a celtics fan and im a sixers fan god damn it disco why does this always happen

i never even read romeo and juliet but i saw the dreamworks adaptation so i guess ive got the story relatively right i know they die in the end. the gnomes shatter into little pieces i think

anyway tangents aside the sixers won tonight. philly is lit up green. why the hell is philly lit up green? the eagles were done like three months ago and the flyers are orange. why is philly lit up green

oh god, he just snapped me. a zoomed in photo of himself with caption that says “76ers” with like five exclamation points

here we go again, everybody

wish me luck

[fegget]

the best part of being an aunt is like the theatrics behind it all, yknow? like every time i've seen my favorite niece in the last couple of months, she's mentioned fidget spinners. and she's at an age now where she's aware of how other people see and treat her and she's every bit as sensitive as i am, right? so i guess fidget spinners are incredibly popular, and she told me that the more you have, the cooler you are to other people. mind you, i kinda think of kids the same way i think of adults. like, a shitty kid isn't gonna go far with me because i'm simply not interested. i know that's rude, but i'm far too introverted to waste my time on that shit. i'm not trying to rehabilitate any other human's child. that being said, my niece is genuinely the sweetest human alive. if you met her, within two minutes she'd have a custom compliment for you. depending on how nice you are to her, she'd have plenty and would do whatever she could to make you feel special. she's also super thoughtful. no joke, she makes me breakfast in bed every time i stay with her, and has done since she was five. i am beyond proud of the human she is, and while material possessions don't mean a lot to me, but i know they mean a lot when you're a kid and all your friends have the toy you want the most. so she keeps talking about these fucking fidget spinners. the last time i saw her, i misunderstood and thought she had one, but she didn't. so today, she was super sad because she's been waiting on hers to come in the mail, and i'm like "ight i've got this, let's go." so we drive up, she's like "which color should i choose? should i get this or a fidget cube? the tooth fairy only left me $10." (side story, earlier she's like "gogi, i know the tooth fairy isn't real." and i'm like "WHAT???" and she's like, "yeah, my mom told me because i found grandpa leaving money for me. i'm just glad santa is real.") so i'm like, "ok well pick your favorite one." then we go to check out and obviously i've picked up all the ones she was looking at longingly, so we go to pay and she tries to give the cashier her ten dollar bill and i'm like, nah babe, keep it, so she's freaking out, so excited. she's like "omg gogi!!! you didn't have to spend your money on me, thank you so much!!" so we get to my car and i'm like, "listen, if your sister gets jealous that you have three, just say you are borrowing my fidget spinners." and she gets all confused and is like, "three? i don't have three, i have this one." then BAM ultimate aunt moment, i pull the others out, she's freaking out, she's so happy. she's like in fidget spinner paradise. a bit later i get on amazon to buy more bc this is my favorite niece, she's at the age where she doesn't feel special anymore and her little sister gets all of the attention and her parents separated and she's feeling kinda lost, so i'm constantly tryna fuck her world up with so much love. so she's sitting there with my mom and i'm like, "mom, you know, i've really been thinking. i guess fidget spinners really determine how cool you are, and i think taylor is the coolest, so i really think i should buy her more." and tay is acting like she's not listening and my mom is playing along, and i'm like, "idk, is fifteen enough? she's so cool, i don't know if that is enough." and taylor is like FREAKING out by this point. so i act like i finally noticed taylor and i pull up my amazon cart and i'm like "idk tay what do you think of these?" and she squealed at like every one, so i go, "i guess i'll just have to buy you all of them, then." and it's my favorite thing to see how excited she gets for stuff. she would never, ever ask you to buy her something. whenever i give her gifts, she's genuinely grateful and humble and shares and is always, always kind. she's been feeling super lost and like she isn't really loved lately, so we've been having some super real talks. we were chatting about life today and she was telling me how sometimes she just feels gross. i told her she was the most special person in the world, and she goes, "no i'm not." and i'm like, "yes you are." and she's like, "i'm the second most special person in the world, because you're the first."