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vixensofdeath · 5 months
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I destroy myself to make me feel better but in the end I always feel worse.
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bi-writes · 9 days
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his phone is ringing. he's startled, because no one calls him. he doesn't think anyone even has his number. when he flips it over, it's just a mess of digits, but the area code is familiar. (18+, kinda dark, mw3 spoilers)
he's curious. too curious. he has to answer it, even if he knows he won't respond. he needs to hear someone's voice because the ones in his head are clawing at the inside of his skull, and he needs to ward them off, even if just for a minute.
he picks it up. and he waits for the greeting.
"h...h-hello?"
it's a soft voice. a woman's voice. he frowns, but he says nothing. there's a gentle sniffle on the other end, and then she talks again, a bit shakier this time.
"h-he...he said you might be like this," she whispers. "said...said you might not talk. but...he said you would answer. said you'd always answer."
his head snaps up. suddenly, he's sitting up straight, at attention, and he squeezes his free hand into a fist and nearly punctures the skin with his blunt fingernails. something sharp hits his chest, and his heart drops into his stomach. he tastes acid.
i guess he was right all along. johnny had a bird. and he left her behind, too.
"i-i...i can't--" you stutter, sucking in a shaking breath, and ghost grunts, biting his tongue, wanting to taste blood. every time he thinks he has found his center, something throws him off. the jingle of his dog tags in the bedside table's drawer. the flash of blue in someone's eyes only to realize it isn't him, he's fucking gone, he's dead and so am i.
the sound of his bonnie lass, soft and sweet as she cries into the phone.
the line cuts. you drop the phone, covering your face with your hands, and you sob into your palms. you haven't moved from this place on your couch. everything reminds you of something that once was, and when you found the number on the back of a worn picture tucked neatly into his bible, you called because he told you if you needed him, he would answer.
it's past midnight when the door opens. you're still in the same place, strewn about the cushions where you've been for days, you think. you turn your head, and he nearly has to duck his head to come into your space. when he steps into the moonlight, you see the skeleton mouth of his mask, and you just blink, watching him come closer.
johnny always told you that if something happened, ghost, simon, whatever the fuck he would be calling himself when he would inevitably show up, that he would support you. but you didn't know how. you didn't think to ask, because johnny was all smiles and warm glows, and ghost is a dark cloud that threatens what grows.
but johnny was right.
he supports you when you climb up over him, settling down with your thighs around his head. he supports you when you bend, dragging your warm cunt over the flat of his tongue and chasing the high that you've missed for so long. and he supports you when you cum, scarred cheeks hollowing as he sucks at the skin of your thighs, following the trails of slick that drip from you, letting it guide him right back to where he belongs, inside of you, around you, making you forget what's missing.
yeah. johnny's always right.
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shvedskiycukor · 7 months
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Старі діди з підлітковими гормонами
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fracturedfemme · 1 month
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blood on my clothes and my hands
I’ve done it again
I’ve done it again
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ekale · 7 months
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The struggle
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snav1d · 8 months
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hey, what if we form msf together?... >_<
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imsogayyippee · 1 year
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the ballad salad of jane doe
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the-little-knight · 4 months
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I made the first half of the joke and then my friend made up the second part
BUT THIS TIME IM NOT SORRY >:-]]
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dabisqueen · 8 months
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Get ready for some virgin!Dabi noncon coming up soon hehehhe
"I have to admit, I've never done this before," he chuckles, slowly pulling down his pants. "So, cut me some slack, will ya?"
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itachanta · 1 year
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I have a type. The ‘no-romance’, ‘both-could-kill-you’ & ‘unmarried-married’ duos.
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mafwaff · 1 month
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Guess who binge watched AND rewatched Capitain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix? What a strange show that I couldn't peel my eyes away from ◆
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vixensofdeath · 6 months
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It feels like no matter who I mirror, no matter how hard I try to please people, no matter how nice I try to be— no one fucking likes me enough to stay or just return my energy equally. It’s so exhausting but I keep trying and trying to get this love and attention but it’s not sticking.
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flatsodapop · 11 months
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[old post]
"this fern will be very important later in the story. make sure you study it closely and remember it carefully. you wont want to miss anything."
stanley:
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help me
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bi-writes · 2 months
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my brain is in 5 different directions, what am i supposed to do first
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patheticc-fallacy · 1 year
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Just finished 23 chapters of romance novel in a day but can't even read one page of my textbook.
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