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sparkles and pure poison 🩰

can you do sodapop x shy gf reader and she stops by the DX to see Soda but then sees girls crowded around the register flirting with him and it flips a switch in her head and she goes up to soda and kisses him in front of the girls so they leave then soda teases her about coming out of her shell but he loves it

Heyyy I’m really sorry I don’t write for Soda but this is a really cute idea 🤍

Hey!

I kind of want to do some writing on here whether it be hcs or short requests but I’m not really sure if anyone would be interested. I would mainly be interested in doing stuff for Dallas Winston, Rusty-James and Tex, but may do some other characters as well.

Please Lmk 🤍

Motel owner’s daughter reader

Does anyone know where I can find all of Lana’s demos?

Do you still write for Dallas?

Hey! In theory, yes I do, I have at least 7 reqs still sitting in my inbox from like January because I have really important exams in just over a month so it’s been really hard to find time to write. I am still open to and love receiving reqs it’s just that I may take time to get to them. Though if anyone sent a short req, headcannon req, or moodoard req I could do that! 🤍🤍

Ugh haven’t been on here in a while because life has been such a whore lately. I’ve been doing terrible in school lately and my depression and anxiety have been so uncontrollable idk what to do anymore, not even my meds are helping but I still feel like I’m making excuses for myself. If I don’t get my act together I won’t be able to do the uni courses I want to do, I’ll have to wait and apply next year and I just feel like shittt because my friends are doing so well. I just have no motivation ever I just constantly feel consumed by dread.

Hi! Could you write about rusty james and reader and they meet after they come back to Tulsa with motorcycle boy? They're also quiet like his brother but it's only until motorcycle boy is gone that they comfort him and they become friends?

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, mention of injury

I moved to California, but it's just a state of mind

It had all started the night that the Motorcycle Boy decided to return to Tulsa, momentarily distracting Rusty James from Biff Wilcox, leading to him being slashed by a knife.

The very moment where you watched your friend’s brother hunch over in agony at the same time Biff Wilcox had gotten his wrist broken in half, effectively ending the fight between them.

The sight was gruesome, blood pouring as Rusty James trembled with sweat, leaning on the Motorcycle Boy for stability.

You would have felt guilty leaving now in such a serious situation, so you followed, along with Rusty James’s friend Steve, the two of you helping the brothers into their apartment.

You had met the Motorcycle Boy in California, the two of you forming a kinship upon realising that you were both originally from the same neighbourhood in Tulsa and that neither of you appeared to be too fond of talking much. Soon enough, you had decided that you both wanted to return to your hometowns for a bit, agreeing to travel back together.

You had known that he had a brother called Rusty James; it was one of the few pieces of information the Motorcycle Boy had shared with you besides other random philosophical statements, and he had told you that he would introduce the two of you; you just hadn’t expected it to be such a chaotic and distressing first meet.

After an excruciating twenty minutes, Rusty James’s wound was soon cleaned and bandaged up, the room oozing with the bitter scent of alcohol. He was in and out of consciousness, still failing to notice the unfamiliar female figure in the room. He slept for a few hours, during which Steve nervously flitted his gaze between you and the Motorcycle Boy, anxiously claiming that they should take him to a hospital and wondering how the two of you were able to sit so silently and calmly.

Though inside, you were anything but calm. Wounds made you squeamish, and you hated seeing anybody suffer, especially the loved ones of a friend. You watched Rusty James closely, studying his features as he slept, noticing that he had the same dark cherry red hair as his brother but a different face—more boyish and less inscrutable.

A pained groan interrupted your thoughts. Rusty James was beginning to wake up, and just as you were about to call for the Motorcycle Boy to come back to the room, his gaze landed on you, his thick, untamed eyebrows furrowing.

“Who are ya? Where’s the Motorcycle Boy gone?”

His voice was strained as he spoke, and he began to sit up. You immediately pushed him back gently against the sweat-soaked mattress.

“You shouldn’t move; I can go get him.”

His expression remained indifferent as he looked you up and down, not exactly understanding why this stranger was here when his brother had just come back; it felt unusual, almost as if he had been replaced.

You swallowed dryly, feeling uncomfortable at his silent stare.

“I’ll, um, go get him for you.”

Your interaction had ended there, with you leaving their apartment shortly after.

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“That girl who was here yesterday, who was she?”

The Motorcycle Boy glanced up from his book with an unreadable expression.

“A friend I made in California.”

“Yeah, she said so… You two close?”

Rusty James asked with slight unease.

The Motorcycle Boy took a few seconds to reply, his mind distant.

“Not exactly, more of a companion.”

So she wasn’t a threat; this calmed Rusty James.

“She didn’t exactly say much.”

“That’s what I like.”

Rusty James was confused by his brother’s way of thinking but shrugged it off, his thoughts drifting off to you.

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The news of the Motorcycle Boy’s death reached you about an hour after it had occurred. Rusty James had appeared at your front door all shaken up with hot tears running down his face. You were surprised to see him, especially after how awkward it had been last time.

“He’s dead; the fuzz shot him.”

His words were seemingly emotionless; he sounded distant, almost like his brother, but you knew he was reeling with shock and grief. You too felt as though you had been stabbed; the pain of losing someone whom you had grown to appreciate was immense, your muscles tensing in your body as you stared at Rusty James without saying a word, only your eyes watering.

After a few moments, you reached out for his hand and pulled him in. In this moment you shared a connection, an unpleasant one, but a connection nonetheless.

You held him close as you cried in the decrepit doorway of your apartment.

“He loved you, you know? You were one of the only real things in his life that he ever mentioned to me.”

He stiffened in your arms, not knowing what to reply or if he even could.

You ran your hands through his hair, wanting to comfort him. You knew how much he looked up to his brother and how awful he must be feeling right now.

“Thank you.”

His voice was muffled by your hair.

“He liked you; you remind me of him, both a bit odd.”

You let out a small laugh.

“You want to come in? I can tell you some stuff about California if you’d like, or we could just—sit for a bit.”

“Okay, that’d be nice.”

His lip quirked ever so slightly as he followed you inside, accepting your friendly offer, a terrible moment branching into something else.

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Ethel Cain’s “Strangers” is not about cannibalism being a metaphor for love.

There is nothing loving about the deep insecurity of a girl who fears that she still isn’t good enough for the man she loved despite him abusing, murdering, and cannibalising her.

The song mentions her mother crying for her lost baby girl, how Ethel hopes she knows that her mother knows she loved her and that they can one day be together in heaven.

It tells the story of a girl who was once again deceived by a lover whom she blindly trusted, and the fate it led her to and how she still sees herself and ‘love’ as her downfall.

Ty @diorgirl444 for the tag!!

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saw this "which jellycat are you" quiz and had to do it, it's just too cute <333

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