“Surely nothing could be worse than a lot of women dying,” she thinks. “Ah,” she says.
i would melt if yung gravy called me baby
New Sketch-a-Wish voted on by my lovely Patreons for August! Featuring Olive and Adam from the Love Hypothesis! I’m so in love with the cover for this book, I couldn’t help pulling from it to stylize the background for this one - super fun!
what if there was an alien . and it was really scary
"WISE-CRACKING SMART-ASSES"
Don't Worry Darling (2022) dir. Olivia Wilde
"i'm not feeling human, i think he's a good guy"
summary | "i cry in his bathroom, he turns off the big light. i'm being the cool girl, i'm keeping it so tight."
pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader (no description)
wc | 1,303
warnings | angst, hurt no comfort, reader has a savior complex, eddie munson isn't a good boyfriend, one-sided relationship, but they are dating.
a/n | i needed to write this extremely badly. the way i needed to get this fucking fic off my chest. i also made a playlist of songs i listened to while i wrote/edited this. you can find it here, if you're ever not feeling human.
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you shrug off the heavy lump that is your boyfriend on to your shared bed.
"i got him," you smile at steve, who lingers in the doorway.
a quizzical eyebrow raises in response. "you sure?"
"hardest part is only getting him up the stairs," you assure him, waving him off. "c'mon, let me walk you out."
steve nods, allowing you to walk him to the door. "he gonna be okay?"
"he'll be fine, just needs to sleep it off," you promise, patting steve's back.
he turns to face you, eyes staring at you intently. "are you going to be okay?"
it's not the question that stops your heart, it's the sincerity in his eyes. the way he's looking at you, the way he's searching for something.
"i'm great, just a bit sleepy."
it's a lie. he knows it and you know it.
For You
Frank Morrison x (Fem) Reader
Tags: fluff, domestic relationships (as far as Frank can be), mild rudeness towards the reader, past Julie/Frank, pregnancy, implied sad ending, pre-entity
Warning(s): teen pregnancy, mild arguing, small age gap (reader is 17, Frank is 19), mentioned abortion
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“Frank.” you sigh, yet he ignores you as he pulls his boots on. “Frank please, I need to talk to you before you leave.” you beg, glancing out the window to where his legion stood on your driveway. “I can’t, babe. Can it wait?” he sighs, standing up straight. You immediately shake your head and grab Frank’s hand before he can open the door. “It will take five minutes. Please..!” you beg, and Frank sighs. “Babe, I need to leave like now.” he replies, pulling his hand from your grip. “Baby, please. This is so important..!” you whine, both hands wrapping around his bicep. Frank looks at you with confusion and sighs a little. “Fine.”
capitalofficial: One Direction holding hands with their babies. 🤝
oh my god…
Sunset memories 🌅🌲
by duong quoc dinh
“totally should’ve just gone to the harbinger motel.”
Max +🌸cropped hoodie🌸