#late writing

[thewritersofdeceased]

can you write like fluff or smut with Billy Loomis? I dont rlly have a request on how I want it so go crazy with it !!

I'm so sorry this is so late, I've been busy!! I hope you enjoy <3

Prompt : “Come on! Late night drive?" Sleepy Billy x Reader <3 Gender Neutral/ They/Them pronouns

Gif credits to the respective owner <3

Rain drops fell down the window, the comforting sound being the only thing Y/N could focus on. Staring down at the papers spread out on the desk. It was the best time of night. The rain was always comforting to Y/N. Seeing as it wasn't heavy. At least tonight. They hadn't heard the knocking on the window before hearing a heavy one. "What the..?" They paused in their writing before standing to their feet.

Who would be at their house at this time of night? Let alone in the rain? A sigh escaped the (h/c)'d individual, looking towards their window only seconds after. Taking a step towards it and opening the window, they only jumped when they heard a quick "Boo!" from right in front of them. Their eyes widened as they stared at the sight in front of them. Billy Loomis, their boyfriend, stood with a teasing smile across his face. "Jesus, Billy! You scared the shit out of me!" Y/N muttered, moving out of the way of the window so their boyfriend could climb in.

Billy was soaked from head to toe, at least due to the rain that had begun to fall much more harshly onto the streets and yards of Woodsboro. Shaking his head like a dog, Loomis held a smirk across his face upon scaring his partner. "That's my job. What are you doing?" He questioned, beginning to walk around the room his partner always seemed to reside in. He paused when he noticed all the papers that resigned on their desk. "School work? On a weekend?" He questioned after, raising a brow at the other.

"Why do work, when you can go on a late night drive?" He asked right after, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and looking to his partner with a smirk. "What- Billy, I can't." Y/N said after, shaking their head and taking the paper out of their boyfriends hand. This only led a dramatic sigh to escape the brunette, staring at Y/N with a calm look. "Come onnn! You can do the work later. Come on a late night drive with me." He spoke, taking ahold of Y/N's hands and holding them in his own.

After a couple seconds, a sigh escaped Y/N. Billy was convincing. "Fine. I'll go." They muttered, Billy letting a smile begin to form on his face as he looked to his partner. "Then let's get going."

[fuckedinthehead-sarah]

I don’t get why people get hooked

It feels good but not that good

I still want to do it again

again

Stronger?

again

again

more

more

I need it

I can’t live with out it

everything is falling apart

I’m falling apart

I can’t be happy with or with out it

I’m going to die

I’m not ready to give it up

I died but I’m back

For some reason

3 months later with out it

I still can’t picture my life

that feeling

that rush

that numbness

that escape

if only

I’m trying to heal

I’m trying to fight

I will persevere but at what price

Who am I

with or with out it

purpose is a foreign concept

pain is forever

Faith is hard to come by

It’s all I have though

So for now

I will feel

I will love

I will live again

[usedtobeawriter]

I miss her

The tuning of her guitar, her guitar pics poking me during sex, the coarse feeling of her heels rubbing my soft feet beneath the covers... I miss her in the subtlest ways.

Real love burns, it’s hot, it tears and shreads, but the memories, they heal

[wherewqlf]

jilytober day one

01 : create the scene where lily finds out that the marauders (or just james) are animagi.

looking back at it now, lily really shouldn’t have been surprised. she certainly hadn’t been when the realization that remus had a slightly furrier problem than normal hit her; yet, three more similar problems seemed excessive to her. still, it made sense. they were the marauders, a group of four loving, caring, stubborn, loyal, dedicated friends.

so of course they would just take it upon themselves to learn the art of contorting and spelling their bodies into animals for the sake of their furry friend. at least they had taken it well- they were intelligent and now they were all grand animals, all noble and ready to play and serve the wolf.

mind you, these thoughts were normal considering the way she’d finally found it. no, james did not sit her down for a talk; and no, remus did not finally confess their secrets; and no, of course no, the whole group did not sit down with her and just gently break it over tea.

no, that didnt happen at all.

lily had just been searching around for a sweater, when she realized james, who was her b o y f r i e n d now, had much warmer and larger sweaters. and so she’d clambered up the stairs and went into the dorm room only to be met with a very shocked deer, a sleeping rat on the said deer, and a hula hooping dog. remus sat in the midst of all this, quietly reading. she’d blinked her eyes, once, then twice, hoping for this to be a dream. not so lucky. three pops later, the marauders (all human this time) sat around her to finally explain to her their tale of mandrake leaves, bright storms, and exquisite potions.

well. at least it was an interesting tale. and they hadn’t killed themselves thank gods. all in all, lily concluded that this wasn’t the worst they could have done. (it was rather brilliant but they would never hear that from her.)

[devil-you-know]

"S’a party, aye?”

As the music churned and bodies danced around in the dimlit underbelly of the tavern, ale and saucy words flowed easily. Eyes wandered, still more hands as their forms pressed and swayed. When the lights came up and the festivities turned to a fun little game of poetry, Gideon’s mind wandered off. Crude words were shouted, garnering a smirk from the man as he added his own to the cornucopia of poetic verses. Yet all the while his mind sifted through, until at last his grinning features shone and his thoughts plied their own. A man came runnin' by with eyes alight with fire... Was runnin' from a great big roe, from which he caught his ire 'round'n'round they ran, o'er fence'n'oer wall.. Till both them daft fools fell, n'had themselves a brawl... Fist and teeth were knocked, till both were bloody tired... I watched em both go it, and felt meself inspired... He cried "Ye bedded me wife!", and th'boy just shook his head... He babbled "TWAS NOT ME", and pointed t’me instead That big ole roe turned round, and I ran right for me life... With me pants right 'round me ankles, in me wake his smilin' wife... With fits of laughter and more than a few rueful smiles cast his way, the pirate took his bow to the sound of the crowd cheering to the stage. He wasn’t upon it, but in some fashion he wondered after those smiles. As the mug lifted and blocked his view, there was a faint tug somewhere in the back of his mind. It was squashed as the music turned back up, the lights turned down, and a hand slipped to his own. 

[nirvanayouwanna]

from notes pt. 1

"i remember the softness of the look in your eyes, that night laying in the grass. when they gazed into mine i saw how steeped in admiration and love they were. with you wrapped around me and the earth below me, the stars became diamonds embedded into a navy velvet sky."

[intimateorcheesy]

and i wonder if i met you a couple years later, if everything would've turned out differently. if i had met you after you completed your masters. if i wasn't indecisive with going to grad school. if i was more confident with my abilities and thought about myself the way you used to think about me. maybe if i knew how to close doors softly instead of locking them shut. maybe i met you too early. in the middle of your plans. and all the billboards you drove by made stopping by seem too irresistible to pass up. maybe you didn't think that taking a detour would do any harm. you're a person on a mission. with a gas tank full of ambition. with only enough time to sight-see. stopping by cities you could've stayed if it was only a couple of years later..

8:19pm

[sashi-chica]

Was there an escape a foot away? dread? Or perhaps sanctuary where one could grow? For I don’t know and probably will not. But maybe there’s one in existence this whole time. To I wish to bear witness to.