afraid;

[indie & selective oc blog. nsfw. face claim is luke worrall. written by hannah.]

[ghostlyanon]

hrm00:

I want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing

[leslce-archive-deactivated20170]

halloween au’s I need part one

‘we’re just crazy kids but suddenly there’s a killer/ghost oh fuck’ au

‘we’re telling ghost stories around the campfire with our friends but i think you’re really cute even if the words coming out of your mouth are scaring me half to death hold on what !!! was !!! that !!! noise’ au

‘we’re fighting but our car just died in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere and it’s five minutes to october 31st is this creepy or is this creepy (but also shut the fuck up so i can think)’ au 

‘I’m the new city kid and I don’t believe in your bullshit local small town legends but you’re so passionate about them it’s so cute wait what’s happening what do you mean you never really believed until now oh god oh god’ au

‘we’re being really old school and going to the ‘make out place’ for some privacy wait did something just move’ au 

‘let’s explore this haunted location and film it’ au

‘i got lost in the corn maze and you’re pretending you’re not lost and we don’t know each other but this is really frustrating so I guess we’re in this together oh my god can you just admit you’re lost’ au 

‘this haunted house attraction is gonna scare the pants off of us let’s do it’ au 

‘we can’t make out here this is a graveyard and it’s halloween but oh god you’re so convincing ok maybe just for a little bit’ au 

‘i just moved into this house with my family and you’re a ghost who has been living here without yours for centuries and I’m decorating for october 31st hold on that’s not one of my decorations’ au 

‘you don’t like halloween and i love it this is gonna be an argument isn’t it how are we managing a relationship/friendship’ au 

‘I’m gonna win this costume contest don’t you fuck with me’ au 

‘what do you mean you’ve never been trick or treating????’ au 

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(Wow I need to get on this blog more)

[sharpfascination]

tiiimere

     “Sweetie, ih’s 2 inth’fuckin’ mornin’.” Not to say that Andrew hadn’t already been awake.

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“I know.” Blythe didn’t sound the least bit tired for some reason. “I just... was curious about something.”

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(I made another new oc blog, please follow it)

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(s omeone help me, I need fc help for a new oc)

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(would bella thorne be a good fc for an oc)

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(it is so late and I need sleep....)

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sharpfascination

“Yew don’ know him. Ah c’n guarantee that.” God, he feels like shit. He wants to apologize and lie and say it was all a dumb, horrible joke and that he’s so sorry and kiss it all better but he can’t. He just watches those tears form and ignores those in his own eyes, still as a statue; “Ah don’t know what th’fuck he did but ah love him and he’s been draggin’ me through hell f’r months, n’– “ Anne shakes his head, biting hard into his lip. “An’ ah thought he was done but apparently he’s not so here ah am turnin’ down th’sweetest thing ah ever did meet–” He just stops. “Of course yew do. Ah’m literally the worst person, if this didn’t give yew a fuckin’ idea– Ah do really care about yew buh’ we’re not right ‘fer this sort’a thing, an’ we never were.”

“... my heart hurts.” Blythe admitted after trying (and failing) to calm himself down. More tears began trickling down his cheeks and he attempted to wipe them away with the back of his hand. “I’m... I-I’m so SORRY. I’m sorry...” He shook his head once, “Y-you aren’t the worst person, Anne! I-I don’t... I don’t...” His chest tightened a bit, his eyes drifting shut again.

“D-does this mean you aren’t gonna come see me again?”

[musingpoetry]

All I want Is for      s o m e o n e  to be excited about                            m e

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sharpfascination

“Ah don’ think–” He doesn’t even come in. This isn’t like normal, he doesn’t laugh and smile and make himself comfortable under the pile of cats that close in on him when he finds a seat. “Ah don’ think i’s fair t’yew f’r me to say ah’ll date yew if ah’ve– already got someone else on mah mind.” His voice is soft, and slow– dripping from him lips and sinking like iron weights to push his heart father down. His stomach is in knots. Shouldn’t this be easy? “Yew deserve better than that, better th’n me, an’– ah shouldn’t have ever–” He takes a long, shaky breath, bracing for the door to get slammed in his face. “Ah shouldn’t have ever thought ah was anywhere good enough f’r yew.”

He should have expected this. Blythe had been dreading this, he didn’t want anything like this to happen. There was someone else? He... h-he had no idea. His legs felt like jello, and hot tears were threatening to fall. He stared at Anne silently as he continued speaking, his heart sinking. A tiny sob escaped him and he covered his mouth for a second, his eyes flying shut.

He never been in a relationship before, never had someone FLIRT with him before. And he never experienced this. This... gut-wrenching, horrible feeling. Blythe wanted to curl up on the couch and stay there for a couple weeks. He slowly lowered his hand and drew in a shaky breath.

“Who--” No. No, he wasn’t going to ask who. That wouldn’t be very polite. “They must... b-be very special to have... caught your attention.” He gave the other a small smile, though it looked forced. “I-I deserve better...? That... that’s sweet, but...” I don’t deserve anyone, he thought.

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sharpfascination

No goodbye. No nothing. Blythe could read Anne like an open fucking book and in all honesty, the ginger boy felt sick from it. He grabs his bag & coat, trying to forget what he’s walking to Blythe’s apartment to do. Maybe he’ll show up and say his cat died. That wasn’t a lie– sure, it wasn’t like it hadn’t happened by his own hands after the fucking thing had broken his wand for the third time, but– he wasn’t ready to do this. This meant actually turning someone down, and he’d never had to do that. It meant possibly losing Blythe completely and that thought made his heart sink farther. It’s not long before he’s knocking on the door.

Blythe answered the door and stepped aside to let Anne in. He sucked in a deep breath, his hands slowly beginning to curl into fists as they hung down at his sides. His heart was pounding rapidly, his eyes filled with dread. He didn’t want to be here right now, he felt nauseous. He needed to say something, anything.

“What’s wrong?” His throat felt awfully dry, “T-this isn’t a good thing. So... tell me.”

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sharpfascination

 “Ah’ll come over.” He mumbles. It’s probably better to get it done then mope his own way back home instead of making Blythe do it. “If tha’s okay. Should ah bring anythin’?”

“N-no, that’s okay. You don’t have to bring anything. I’ll see you soon.” Blythe hung up his phone and sighed, trying not to worry. He couldn’t help it though, he knew something bad was going to happen.

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tiiimere

     His voice over the phone line sounds grim, this can’t be happy news. His voice nearly breaks when he says;      “Ah need t’see yew. ‘R yew busy?”

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“No, I’m not busy. You wanna come by? Or um, I could stop by.” His heart lurched, his stomach sinking when he heard Anne’s voice. Something was wrong.

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meme

“I’m a whole bundle of rainbow gay.”

YEAH, something was definitely wrong with the smaller male, probably because of the clear bottle in his hands. Usually, Blythe wouldn’t have blurted out such a random sentence. … he might have been a little plastered. He let out a rather loud laugh before covering his mouth with his free hand.

[newheroes]

im an intern at the rolling stone and you’re the problematic asshole pop star who i have to interview one on one because nobody else wanted to do it and /fuck/ are you always this difficult (or alternatively the one where the problematic asshole pop star finds the intern to be much more interesting than the interview itself)