#for rock

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

The prompt:

Living with () was like living with the sky. One morning you'd look up to see a clear sunshine sky with a bright blue backdrop that would leave you breathless. Other mornings would have you trembling in fear; dark storm clouds would circle the sky, winding with the wind and crushing hope of a good day.

I changed it a little bit but here ya go some Jally

Loving Dallas was like loving the sky. One morning you'd look up to see a clear sunshine sky with a bright blue backdrop that would leave you breathless. Other mornings would have you trembling in fear; dark storm clouds would circle the sky, winding with the wind and crushing hope of a good day.

I wasn’t scared of Dallas, not really. He had stopped being scary long ago, instead turning to slight romanticization of his actions. I saw him as a hero, I guess. Gallant. Brave. My vision of him was blurred, I’ll admit.

He called me Johnnycakes. I wondered why. No one else did, really. It was kind of an old nickname, but he still used it to this day. He seemed like less of a hood when the pet name slipped his lips.

He was scary when he was angry though, I’ll admit. If someone pissed him off, which they did quite a bit, his whole demeanor changed.

His eyes, normally cool blue, would seem to turn grey, icing out his target. His freckles, sprinkled across pale skin, would seem to darken, his whole face would darken. The very tips of his ears would get red, as if he were embarrassed, and I would slink down in my seat when he threw a punch in public. Whether at the DX, the Dingo, or just fooling around, he had a temper, and knew how to use it.

I hated to admit that I loved him. Johnny Cade couldn’t love anyone in the gang. I was the pet, plain and simple, even to Dallas. It was obvious, he treated me differently then the rest of the gang. He was gentler with me, like I’d break or something. I both hated and craved it, the soft touches he left upon me unconsciously, the ones I thought about for hours afterwards.

I wanted his lips on mine. I wanted his hands up my shirt, in my hair. I wanted him to touch me desperately, hungrily, not like I was weak. I wanted to fall asleep next to him every night for the rest of my life.

I may not be weak or scared like everyone thinks I am, but I wasn’t about to kiss Dallas Winston. So I kept it to myself, only thinking about kissing him every time his hair glowed in the sunlight.

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

MARSYLVIA

Requested by @lipsticksandcigarettes, also using rains wing au

Taglist: @lipsticksandcigarettes @hellsfanatic @rosierdoll @pepsi-and-cigarettes @frog--kingg @just-a-bisexual-demon (lmk if you want to be added)

The first time she ever cleaned her wings with me it was casual. I’m not sure if it meant as much to her as it did to me, but letting me see something so private, so sacred, made me fall even more in love with her.

They were orange and red, fire colors that made her black hair and sharp haircut stand out. The very tips were white, pale as snow, and I found myself wondering what they meant. What everything meant. What my feelings for her meant.

I watched, the first time, in awe, as she slid her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her bra. Slowly, she rubbed patience into her feathers, massaging each one as she went. I memorized her techniques, how her fingers danced across her wings, how she looked so calm, relaxed.

She looked towards me, her lips parted, and her sweet voice asked me to come help her with the back. Almost stunned by the beauty of it all, I complied. My hands looked large and clumsy next to hers, and I could have sworn I did a worse job than ever before, on myself.

I had always wondered what it would be like to do this with someone, and of course, it was her. It was always her, the things I dreamed about, the things I thought when I was alone.

She sighed to herself as I finished, I gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze before helping her stand. She looked so ethereal, the sun streamed in from the windows behind her and made her face glow.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes and stretched, yawning before opening then again and focusing on me. They were the color of topaz, sparkling with light and energy, and I wished I could kiss her.

She had been speaking, I hadn’t heard. Her laugh twinkled out at my dreamlike state, and I didn’t have the guts to tell her it was all because of her.

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Last one before bed @lipsticksandcigarettes

I never go to Bucks anymore, thanks to you.

It reminds me too much of you. I get too close to the stairs and I’m blinded by an image of you pulling me up them. The bar serves as a place where memories of me kissing you are held. The pool table just reminds me of something about you I cant explain.

I still expect to see you around town sometimes, even though you’ve long since booked it to New York. At least that’s where you said you were going. To Two-bit, not to me. I never even got to say goodbye.

And what hurts the most is that I still love you. If you came home today and asked me to marry you I would. I never learn, do I?

The lot reminds me of you. The living room sofa, the kitchen counter, my bed-everything is too close to you. I’m too far away.

Please come back. I don’t care whether you love me or not. I just need to know that you’re okay, I want to give you back your Christopher that I still wear, I just want to be able to say goodbye.

[analoghorrorisyummy]

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*giggles and runz away*💥

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[humanicrobotic]

"I-I....oh, uh, nice moves Chaud?..."

[muffyispuffy]

Okay, so I'm doing your totally rude and obnoxious dare. But you still need one!~

Muffy sat with her legs crossed in front of Rock, with her finger on her chin as she thought of something good. "Gah, this is so hard! You pick something and I'll tell you if I like it!~ Deal?" She smiled at him, hoping he was good with that plan. She loved playing Truth or Dare, just made her so excited.