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lex / 19 | this is my writing sideblog! main: bluejaywvy requests; open

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so.. I’m coming on here to ask, does anyone actually ever still do those RP anons? ya girl is lonely and misses roleplaying with george and john anons I got years ago-

side note: I WILL BE WRITING THE REQUESTS I HAVE IN MY INBOX SOON 👀 I swear

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who wants to send in requests 🤭

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not me coming back to this blog two years later

imagine taking george’s hand onto your leg as you draw on his wrist and fingers, the smell of incense burning fills the room, he watches as you draw with henna, smiling softly and your heart flutters. patterns cover his hand and wrist.

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Doll.

A/N: this is very sad, I kinda knew where I was going with this but I also didn’t, so y’know.

It was around 2 AM, you were in bed, the light from the closet illuminated half of the bed and you, you were crying; silently sobbing as that’s what you learned when you were younger. You hoped John wouldn’t notice you when he came in.

It worked until he walked in the room.

You hated lying to him.

Calling out weakly and desperately to him, voice shaky, like a child crying out to their parent.

“John?”

His footsteps walking towards the bed thumped loudly in your ears, it felt too loud.

“What is it, luv- you’re crying, why?” Why, why? that seemed to thump loud in your head, too.

“I don’t know, I wish I knew I wish I did, I wish, I wish-“ Interrupted by the weight of John getting on the bed, beside you.

“It’s okay, doll, my doll.” He knew you loved it when he called you his doll, turning over to face him, you felt like a child grasping onto their parent after a nightmare.

He was warm, shielding you from the world around you both.

Sobs racking through your body as he holds you as close as possible, you have no words coming out of your mouth but your mind is full of them, repeating over and over.

“John I’m a mess I’m such a fucking-“

Once again he interrupts.

“You’re not, nothin’ even close to that, I’m more of th’ mess ‘ere.” Rubbing your back in circles, you speak once again.

“John I feel like a fucking lost child, I feel so lost, why me? I’m a helpless child and I’m stuck, stuck, stuck” And that, hit a chord in him, because you felt wet, little droplets, on you.

“Doll, I feel th’ same way, and I hate t’ say it but, I think it has to be this way, but I’ll protect you.” Your chest ached, here you both are, feeling like lost children with no map of the way back home. Only to protect eachother in such a cold, absolutely horrible world.

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always.

(i wrote this bout teddy boy john, lemme know what ya think-)

he made your heart dance around; your stomach twisting and getting sick on the butterflies

his cigarette smoke made your thoughts cloudy

he made you fear what you felt for him

clueless and stumbling in love he was; love letters and i love you’s spilled out through the night while you were in bed with him, sleepless nights always worth it just to see his smile

keeping you safe in his arms always.

always.