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If I could choose to not feel this way, believe me, I would.
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feltpoetry · 2 years
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“you. it will always be you. don’t you get that? if i had the choice between you and a million things i’ve always wanted, i would choose you every single time.”
laughuntiltherearetears
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anannua · 4 months
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Longing
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leasstories · 4 months
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Lea’s advent calendar day 12 – Not so Unrequited Feelings
@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 23:
["Will you be my New Years kiss?"]
Eddie x gn!reader
TW: Recreational drug use
WC: ≈ 1K
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December 31st, 1986
You and Eddie have been best friends forever, literally forever. Your moms were childhood best friends and you both always lived at Hawkins’ trailer park. You were born a few months apart, Eddie being the oldest. He loves bragging about it. For a long while, before Eddie met his friends and bandmates from the Hellfire club, it was the two of you against the world. You and Eddie are both 20 years old. You graduated in 1985, you had to repeat your senior year once. But opposite to Eddie, on your second attempt, you got your shit together and ended graduating. Now, you’re working at the Hideout four nights a week, as a bartender. You always manage to work on Tuesdays to see Corroded Coffin’s performances and cheer on your boyfriend. Eddie and you know everything about each other. Well, almost everything. You’ve been keeping a really huge secret from him since the two of you were 15. That’s when you developed a crush on Eddie. You know Eddie only sees you as a friend, his best friend even and you know telling him would ruin everything between the two of you. Eddie and you have been through thick and thin, and it would be a shame to ruin everything because of a stupid crush. You’ve always been one of the guys for Eddie. You’ve never, even drunk, or high, spilled the gut on your feelings for him.
This year, Eddie and you decided to spend Christmas just the two of you. You’re currently preparing all the snacks for your New Year Evening together. You put Cheetos on a bowl for Eddie and put your friendship mixtape on the record player. Once everything is settled, you sit on the porch of your trailer and wait for your best friend. Eddie arrives, ten minutes late. He smiles at you before kissing your forehead as a greeting. Every time he does that, your face heat up. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to kiss his plush lips, what it would feel like to be his. While you’re in your own little headspace, Eddie makes himself at home. He sits on the couch and smiles at the sight of his favorite Cheetos, as well as some of his favorite candies. It always warms Eddie’s heart how caring you are. You join Eddie on the trailer’s living room and sit crisscross on the couch.
“Wanna smoke a J lovey?” Eddie asks. Eddie’s been calling you lovey since you were little kids.
“Can you roll it for me please?” you ask.
Eddie nods, he is used to roll it for you, he’s never seen someone struggling to roll a joint as much as you do.
“Wanna share?” he asks.
You nod. Every time Eddie and you share a joint, you blush hard. Every time Eddie makes you notice that you’re blushing, you put the blame on the weed, but in fact, you love the fact his plush rosy lips and yours wrapped around the same joint.
When Eddie sees that you’re zoned out he calls your name.
“Where’d you go?” Eddie asks, chuckling.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.” You tell him while getting up. “Want a beer? I bought two six packs for tonight.”
“’course, thanks lovey.” Eddie says while rolling the joint.
You take two beers out of the fridge and hand one to Eddie.
Eddie puts the joint to his lips and starts inhaling deeply. You stare the whole time; he doesn’t notice and pass you the blunt. You both stay silent for a little while, only enjoying each other’s company, smoking, and drinking beer. Then Eddie and you tells you all about his future DnD campaign and you tell him all about the new songs you wrote for Corroded Coffin. You talk like that for a little while, relaxed when Eddie asks, out of the blue.
“Are you still a virgin?”
You start blushing hard. “Eddie if I wasn’t you’d know it” you tell him, embarrassed, hiding your face with your hands.
Eddie pulls on your hands to see your face and intensely looks at you. “Don’t be embarrassed lovey, I just asked because I was curious. You and Eddie starts getting high as a kite, that’s probably why he asked this question. After a few beats of silence, you confess.
“Never kissed anyone either.”
“Why that?” Eddie curiously asks.
“Because…” you sigh. “It’s complicated… I love someone who will never love me I want them too.”
“I know the feeling lovey, it’s the same here.” Eddie confesses.
“But I don’t wanna die stupid Eddie and as midnight approaches, will you be my New Years Kiss?” you ask him.
“Lovey… It’s the weed talking…” Eddie says.
“No, I want it.” You say, not caring to keep your secret anymore, you’re to high and drunk for that, and midnight is approaching?
“’kay.” Eddie breathes out. “If that’s what you want.” He says, still wondering if his feelings are requited and getting high made you spill the gut or if he is imagining things. You both patiently wait 11:59pm. Eddie leans in towards you and the two of you share a passionate, long-wanted kiss.
“Happy new year Eds” You tell him.
“Happy new year lovey” He answers.
A few minutes later, you both fall asleep on the couch and in each other’s arms.
When you wake up the next morning and remember what happened, you start to panic. But as soon as you try to untangle your limbs from Eddie’s he rouses.
He pushes you closer to your body and mumbles “need to talk.”
“No, we don’t.” You answer ashamed about yesterday.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Eddie admits.
You freeze. “You don’t regret it?” you ask.
“Do you?” Eddie asks.
You shake your head no.
“Lovey, now that I know that my feelings are requited, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” Eddie asks.
You hug Eddie tight, nodding your head. What you thought was the biggest mistake of your life, turned out to be the biggest blessing of your life.
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the-real-rocknrolla · 8 months
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enigmatic-mystery-777 · 6 months
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Archaeological Findings
(^ the title is also the link ^)
You're excited to put your archaeological expertise to work on other planets, something beyond your wildest dreams. The only real problem you have is the fact that you have some pretty strong feelings for Dr. Jackson that you try desperately to dispel. When he shows up just as you and a team member find something - a cauldron - things take a turn you never expected.
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theb1pan1c · 4 months
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Karl tastes like cinnamon mixed with apples. While Dream probably tastes like that shitty mint drink Karl bought so kindly for him. But Karl doesn’t seem to mind when he swipes his tongue against Dream’s bottom lip, deepening their kiss.
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mywordsarewings · 1 year
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there are some doors we can never open, some thresholds we should never walk through twice, & some secrets that should remain in the past.
- we’ll keep this one locked tight -
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paarthurnax59 · 4 months
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nightfoxqueen · 1 year
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*Inhales deep breath* okay.... here goes:
I wrote this story a while back... and I never really posted my works before... last time I did....well I was in my early/mid 20s and it didn't go so good. However I write quite a bit to relieve stress i just don't post it...I'm too worried my writing is complete crap. Anyway....hope it's enjoyed!
Also....thank you to ViolettDuchess as she gave me courage to post my first story...
~Requited Feelings~
Jade Leech / Reader: Fluff
Disney Twisted Wonderland
Word Count: 1,145
You were crossing the grounds of Night Raven College towards the Hall of Mirrors, where you knew the one mirror you wanted waited for you to pass through. You stepped through it into the Octavinelle Dorm, heading to the Mostro Lounge. You walked quietly as it was night and no one was really supposed to be out of the dorms at this time, you only knew of one person who’d still be there cleaning up because his brother had most likely ditched him. Jade stood at the counter of the bar, wiping it down and putting away the clean dishes for the next business day. As you walked through, the door chimed with windy seashells overhead. He lifted his gaze and smiled lightly as you gently closed the door behind you.
“I’m so very sorry, but we are closed for the evening.” He said and you giggled. “Aww and here I thought a certain eel might be up for a drink with me.” He chuckled and pulled out two short glasses, making a favorite twisted drink of mango juice, pineapple juice and sprite. He sat your glass on a coaster, sliding it towards you as he took and sat his on a coaster in front of himself. “I can only imagine the trouble you’ll be in if Crowley catches you out of your dorm at this hour.” He smirks slightly and you smirk back at him. “Well, I wouldn’t have had to come if Floyd hadn’t ditched his duty leaving you to do all the clean up for the lounge…again.” Taking your glass, you take a sip of the mixed drink. “Oooh this is better this time. I think you might have actually perfected it finally.” He chuckles and drinks some of his as well nodding to your comment in approval. “I’m sorry about tonight…again. Floyd said he had something else come up.” He huffs a bit and you reach forward gently poking his nose. “Not your fault your brother is such a loose cannon.” You said and finished your drink. Jade smiled a bit, taking your glass and cleaning it before hand drying it with a towel and putting it away.
You watched him finish up and check list everything before moving on to a sheet for ordering food and drinks. You followed him, helping him count what they had so he could figure out what he needed to be able to give it to Azul in the morning for ordering. This wasn’t uncommon, you often found Jade and yourself doing this routine quite a lot since Floyd would often just disappear. You liked Jade, quite a lot in fact but you weren’t sure if he actually had the same feelings for you. The only reason you bothered to even come around Mostro Lounge in the first place was to see Jade. When Floyd didn’t disappear from his duties and Jade had free time you both often took a quick walk through the nearby woods or down the mountain a little. You loved hearing Jade talk about the different sort of mushrooms he might have found or other plants he seen that were interesting. To you, Jade was a different sort of man and you didn’t just think that because he was an mer-eel either. Jade had a distinction to him that could make you swoon or scare the living life out of you but regardless you found him attractive.
“I think that completes everything.” Your eyes blinked and you finally realized you had kinda spaced out. You looked over at Jade only to see him putting all the paperwork into a folder and turning down the lights over the bar and over the tables. “I guess I better head back. That way we don’t get into trouble.” You started for the door when music started to play in the lounge, stopping dead in your steps you look around only to find Jade who was only a few steps behind you. Your heart started thrumming in your chest. Jade stood, slightly bowed with his one hand extended. “Would you take to dancing with me? I can’t promise I’ll be extremely good at it though.” You looked at him to see a light dusting of pink spread over his cheeks and he looked at the floor quickly before looking back at you. Blushing yourself you say yes as you take his hand.
He pulls you closely and your head rests against his chest as a new song starts. You smile as you know the song way too well, it being an old favorite of yours. He holds your one hand in his as his other arm is wrapped around your waist. He slow dances with you gently, and you can feel him quiver here and there. “You’re doing just fine you know, you don’t need to be perfect Jade.” He chuckles and he leans his head against yours as you dance to the old song playing just loud enough for you both to hear. “Jade, I….” you trail off and bite your lip, wondering if you really should tell him how you feel. After all, Jade was a bit more refined when it came down to it and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship that you had with him. “If you’re going to tell me you have feelings for me deeper than a friend; I can say the feeling is mutual. I can’t ever get you out of my head.” You look up at him into his heterochromatic eyes and see the feelings you know he has a hard time putting into words. You blush and he puts his forehead against yours. The song is coming to it’s end and you both smile at one another.
“For I can’t help… falling in love with you.”
You both blush and giggle as you had both sang the last line of the song simultaneously and for the first time you lean into one another and kiss. You never thought his lips would be quite so soft and as you pull apart you look into his eyes, “I do really love you Jade, I have for quite a while.” He kisses your forehead, cheeks and nose making you blush and laugh. “I can say I love you as well y/n, ever since meeting you I felt a pull to you I couldn’t quite understand. I’m sorry it has taken this long to realize that I was falling in love with you.” You shake your head and lay your head against his chest. “You realized it, that’s all that matters now.” He leans his cheek against your head and you feel him lightly smile, both of you dancing to the songs playing through the lounge.
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“About damn time.” Unbeknownst to you both, the audience of Floyd and Azul watched you both from the VIP room.
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starstruck-flames · 9 months
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Rejection - Dazai
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You mean too much to ruin on frivolous pleasure. I cannot hold you with the promise we will stay forever, because I could depart at any moment.
Content includes: Brief talk of suicide, requited feelings but no relationship, angst, sexual thoughts, Dazai is too self aware to hurt you more than he is now.
Minors and ageless blogs please DNI, while this may be somewhat SFW some of my content is not.
Song for your mood?
It’s not as Dazai didn’t want you. He thought about that idea every day, the concept that he could one day perhaps live peacefully. That one day he’d be able to claim the body that made him ache with desire.
However he knows you deserve stability. You deserve everything, a home, a life where you don’t have to run.
Dazai sees the way you gaze at him too, it’s an unspoken truth that had your lives crossed paths in a different life? He would already have you in his arms. An unspoken realisation that you both needed something the other has. It’s painful to acknowledge, but it didn’t stop the light hearted flirting and teasing around the ADA.
You’d never breached the conversation about it, because Dazai did not allow it. He knew his answer, even if you didn’t know yours.
He sits at his desk, tensing his hands as her had a wistful expression. Even if you both decided to hell with it, worked with what you had… it’s a dangerous job. It’s a dangerous life.
And Dazai had retired to the idea that while he may not commit suicide in this moment, if death came to claim him? He would not fight the reality.
You are not enough to anchor him to the idea of living either. You could make this existence enjoyable, surely, but it was never enough.
He wasn’t enough.
He’d patiently wait, wait for you to meet someone new. Someone kind, and someone who could save you from his wretched gaze.
And he’d move on, sleeping with others who didn’t mean so much. The comfortable knowledge that you’d be here is more than enough, the knowledge he wouldn’t drag you down with him.
And the knowledge he could make sure you were happy from a distance.
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In a world I could've met anybody; I met you.
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feltpoetry · 2 years
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“every poem was yours. even when i thought it was for someone else, it has always been for you”
emery allen
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think-through-pen · 2 years
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Dear Moon and Stars,
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She invited me for a garden stroll,
for she loves flowers and autumn fall.
I could not but be glad
at this chance I had.
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Off we went to her garden, vast and moony;
her smile was nought but so bloomy;
and as she plucked an apple for me,
I kissed her hand so gently;
she turned redder than the apple,
my cheeks wore red apparel.
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A stirring calmness in her eyes
did more to me than surprise;
I held her hands and said to her:
'Your eyes make my heart astir,
your simple smile takes my breath away
and I cannot but yell all-day
how much I love you till the end of sky,
and share with Moon our what and why.
I love you with all my heartbeat!
You are my bitter and sweet.
I love you, my dearie!'
She hugged me and said softly,
'I love you too, honey!'
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sadbi-hours · 1 year
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Title: Circa 1666 ~ a grim history of the Shadyside & Sunnyvale killers~
Pairing: Nick Goode/Ziggy Berman
Word Count: 925
Rating: SFW(ish)
Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images
Created For:
@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Zicky Ship- I3- "I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret."
@anyfandomkinkbingo: N1- "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."
@mfbingo: I4-First...
@fandombingo: I4- "I was never meant to survive that."
"I was never meant to survive that." Ziggy rasped, her voice rough from the nightmares the nurses said she had been having late at night. Of what? Nightwing, her sister, or Tommy Slater, I didn't know.
But I wished I could kiss them away. I cleared my throat. Stop it...stop being a creep.
"But you pulled me back," She sat up in her bed, her wounds woven deep into her skin, peeking her hospital gown--and I had to look away. I thought she never looked more beautiful.
"How?" She asked, pulling me from my thoughts and back onto the moment at hand. How had he saved Ziggy Berman. Sheer force of will? Some mysterious power? Love?
I shrugged. I only gave her CPR.
Ziggy scowled.
Some of the stitches on her face from Harry Rooker pulled with her frown and threatened to split open again. "You don't have to be gentle with me," she hissed with that familiar fire I had gotten used to seeing from her all summer long. "I don't break easily."
"I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret." I glared back at her. "I only gave you CPR."
I only gave her CPR.
Imagine this:
What if Nick hadn't lived his whole childhood being told that he was the heir apparent to a dark secret? Or at least, not in the way this story originally goes.
No, Nick was given a book on his fifteenth birthday, the same year his father would later commit suicide after passing on the Goode legacy...
Nick would learn that year that neither his family nor Sarah Fier are responsible for carrying on a dark secret that has gripped Shadyside... and Sunnyvale... as a whole, for the last few centuries.
Solomon Goode never sold his soul to the devil or famed Sarah Fier, but instead he and Sarah fought side by side to save the union from a much darker force... but ultimately had failed.
Leaving a foul curse behind, that every first born Goode has tried to stop since. To put an end to the selling of poor souls to feed a predator. To finally defeat the thing that grows and feeds on their small town, a horror that spreads. It's not man-made by some witch and warlock, but by something as old as time that's become rooted deep into the fabric of their community... and has always been hungry for both Shadysiders and Sunnyvaler blood, alike.
Because in Shadyside and Sunnyvale, sometimes the kids and the adults; the downtrodden and the rich, they all equally have been known to randomly snap.
There's no avoiding it, you can only push misfortune...or boredom... on someone for so long before that person breaks beyond repair is what has always been said, or at least in the news, that's dubbed them as Murder Capital USA.
In 1666, it was Cyrus Miller and the eyeless children.
In 1904, a simple minded grifter come to town and one day just drowned and gutted women.
1922, Billy Barker murdered his siblings with a baseball bat.
1935, The Humpty Dumpty Killer collected his victim's skin like jigsaw pieces and put them back together again.
1953, Harry Rooker was named Sunnyvale's first serial killer, whose lust for the blood of the young and attractive housewives of Sunnyvale knew no bounds.
1965, Ruby Lane went into a deep depression and seemingly decided to kill all her friends at a slumber party before taking her own life.
And then in 1978, the newest town killer hit Nick Goode's life a little too close to home. He knew Thomas Slater, worked with him during the summers at Camp Nightwing, hung out with him, Cindy, and Alice by the lake and smoked weed and drank beers after all of the campers had gone to sleep.
Nick knew Thomas Slater. He would never just snap... not like he did. Murdering some many camp counselors and children. That wasn't the Tommy that Nick knew him to be.
But no one else is to blame for the murders Nick witnessed at Camp Nightwing, or who had induced the terror that will stay with him forever-- but what haunts him, isn't only the butchered children but the lifeless bodies of the Berman sisters.
Both the one he couldn't save, and the one he did...
He didn't know Ziggy Berman, at least not like he always wanted to. He'd only ever saw her from afar. Always a ball of anger and fire, a red beacon in his dull and meaningless world. He's always had a crush on her...
But he thought he'd truly never get to know Ziggy Berman. Not like he's gotten to over the last sixteen years of their friendship.
He guessed when trying to recount the entire history of the Shadyside and Sunnyvale and its killers and stop a curse at the same time, you end up getting to know someone real well.
And it's not like he minds...
Besides, it's not just him and Ziggy forever, trying to figure out what grips their small slice of the world...
After the latest masked killer terrorizes their local mall, a group of teens that are affected by the tragedy come to them with their own evidence to figure out the purpose of the curse and how to stop it once and for all...
And really, with two emotionally constipated adults and a group of feisty teens, what could possibly go wrong?
They may even finally crack the origins of the curse wide open and end it.
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My own personal Destiel story became canon this month. I hadn't fully realized why I cared so much about their story until after I kissed her and the last two years of painfully unrequited love paid off. Suddenly every little touch, sidelong glance, and lack of ability to maintain personal space makes sense. I knew I was madly in love; discovering that she was too, the entire time, has been both extremely validating and made me feel like maybe I'm not a completely insane person.
The importance of acknowledging the reality of Destiel has never been clearer. I'm here for it, and more than ever I know how much we need to see it on screen.
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