i sleep with the light on sometimes

Back to staying up till 2 am
facing the same window every night
Listening to the same song over and over because it just hurts it digs into my heart
in a way that’s too familiar

Back to putting my pillows on the opposite side of the bed
so that I don’t sleep the same way I did
when you slept in the same bed

And sometimes I lay down dead sober
And you’re all I fucking see
when all I’m trying to do is sleep
but sometimes I’m so drunk
that the car lights that pass by my house
look like they’re spinning
and when I close my eyes sometimes
I’m still dizzy but at least its not blurry visions of you and me or worse
you and her

I get drunk because it reminds me of being with you or maybe just being left by you or maybe it just makes my heart hurt in a different way

Cause when I wake up in the morning
All I have is a painful reminder
And isn’t it ironic that you remind me
of something so fucking toxic

But I’m always dying for another taste

I still always want you in the morning

—  Hungover
Yuuri lights up Viktor's place

Viktor seemed to have absolutely no problem leaving his house and going with Yuuri to be his coach. Now, I wouldn’t say that Viktor doesn’t like his house. I mean… he pretty much has the kind of apartment that you can take a photo of, and get a thousand notes on tumblr. I’m just saying that… maybe Yuuri lights up Viktor’s place in a way he didn’t imagine before:

  • Ofc, they both sleep together, and Makkachin is there too. That makes everything feel 300% better.
  • Viktor is a bit messy and forgetful, so he will sometimes forget where he put the first aid kit or which drawer has the kitchen knives. Yuuri organizes everything and helps Viktor to remember where everything is.
  • Yuuri is all over recycling and helping the enviroment! So Viktor learns a lot about how to save resources and waste less electricity and water.
    • (you know viktor then wants to lure yuuri into showering together to save water. c'mon. don’t deny it.)
  • Sharing housechores is so much more comfortable than needing to do it all himself.
  • Sometimes, Yuuri will buy a new tablecloth with a nice pattern on it and Viktor always loves them. 
  • Watching TV at night went from being a way to kill time, to something Viktor actually can look up to, since now he can cuddle with Yuuri as much as he wants to.
  • Sometimes, Viktor notices that his shirt is a bit too tight, and then he notices it’s not actually his shirt. Still, it’s far from being a bother.
  • Makkachin seems a lot more lively and happy too!!! After all, running with Yuuri every morning around St. Petersburg makes even the oldest dog a happy dog.
  • Yuuri will, sometimes, slip some japanese traditions in Viktor’s house. Viktor is more than happy to learn everything about them.
  • Did you know that coming back home, and finding the bed made, or having dinner already prepared, makes you feel a lot more like you’re home? Viktor hasn’t felt that in a long time. 
  • Or having someone say “Welcome home” after a long day of work.
  • Viktor just loves how Yuuri made his house feel like home. He loves how Yuuri feels like home.

Sometimes
What I think I really need is
Just a little moment alone with you
So that I can actually admire the way your freckles remind me of the stars and
The way your eyes light up like Christmas lights when
You’re talking about something you love.
I can remind myself how you can brilliantly dance between conversations
Leaving curious thoughts and excitement in your wake.

And I will tell you that sometimes I think
What I really need to do is
Sleep under unfamiliar stars and
Find myself in the sea
I need to wander streets of new cities with strange names and
Sing songs that only speak of happiness.

And if this ever happens,
I will let my soul become my compass and
My experiences will make me brave.
I will love and I will grow and
I’ll never be scared of anyone else’s judgment for
It will never stop me from dancing.
Adrenalin will become my fix and
Your laugh will be my addiction.

And other times,
Sometimes,
What I think I really need is
Just myself, some friends,
An old car and good food-
Roof down and music loud and
A long open road
In the direction of home.

—  carlinrose 
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25 Days of Outlander: Day 23 → Favorite Claire Scene
Claire Says Goodbye, 2x13 Dragonfly in Amber

You have a daughter. Brianna. Named after your father, just as I promised. Jamie, I was angry at you for such a long time. You made me go and live a life that I didn’t want to live. But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe and loved and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or I see her smile in her sleep It takes my breath away because I see you.

Little Stranger Things things

> Jonathan & Will start sharing a room. Between their combined PTSD and the fact that they both keep waking up screaming from horrible nightmares, knowing someone is close by and that they’re safe really helps

> Mike leaves up El’s little fort in the basement and sometimes when he’s really missing her he sneaks downstairs and will sleep there

> Nancy takes up boxing. And baseball. And archery. And martial arts. And she talks to Chief Hopper about becoming a cadet. Anything and everything she can do to make sure she can protect her loved ones

> Nobody notices, but Steve starts suffering from paranoia. I mean, he saw a monster crawl out of Jonathan’s house ceiling. He startles at any type of flickering light and begins sleeping with a box of weapons under his bed

> Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve all start dating. Everyone they’re close with don’t care because three teens in a relationship is a lot more normal then a monster, the upside down, and a little psychic girl combined

> Lucas and Dustin leave clothes for El in the woods. They bring coats and long pants in the fall and winter, and different colored dresses and sandals in the spring and summer. Dustin wanted to leave El weapons too, but Lucas reminded him that she doesn’t need those because she has superpowers. Oddly enough, they’ve never run into Hopper and so they just assume it’s Mike who leaves the waffles

> Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve all have each others numbers memorized for when the PTSD gets really bad

> Mike doesn’t go to that years snowball. Or any other school dance for that matter. He refuses to go to any school dance until El comes back and he can go with her

> Will’s “flashes” to the upside down only get worse and worse. When it starts happening in the middle of school, he gets REALLY worried and has to act even harder than before that everything’s ok because his friends and family have already been though much and he doesn’t want to worry them more

> After just barley managing to warn his friends about the bad men, Lucas never leaves them again. He has to know where they are at all times and if he doesn’t he begins to get the symptoms of a panic attack. Every night he calls them before bed to make sure they’re still safe. If Mike and Dustin find it annoying he doesn’t care. He is never letting something like that happen ever again

> Unbeknownst to literally anyone else, Dustin is secretly looking for El. He has a lot of compasses, he knows about the magnetic force to the upside down, and he is 112% determined to bring their friend back

> It goes without saying that Joyce is beyond prepared to adopt El. She helped out everyone, expeshally her, and she already felt a really strong bond with the girl during the whole swimming pool thing. She’s already set up a room for El (complete with a canopy bed) and has a closet full of clothes for her. It’s a mix of everything because she doesn’t know what exactly El prefers to wear. She starts referring to El as her daughter and it’s even rubbed off on her sons. They both often start referring to El as their sister

Hickeys (Smut)

Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773

Hickeys

I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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my mother opens the sunroof on a roadtrip at midnight and i don’t bother pretending that the stars are small enough for me to count. instead, i talk about how the closest star is 4.24 light years away and how the next closest star is 4.37 light years away and how what we see now happened years ago.

i talk about how small we are. how we’re spinning at an alarming rate but we are so incredibly minuscule compared to our planet that it’s okay. one of my brothers doesn’t care and the other is tipsy, so i’m pretty sure i’m trying to get through to myself more than anyone else.

i just forget that we aren’t important sometimes, i guess. i have the audacity to think i’ll matter in 4.24 or 4.37 light years when i’m too quiet, too human to matter now. i could die or sleep forever or never get out of bed again and all of the stars are still exploding, you know? earth is still spinning and the sun is still burning. i’m not really sure if this makes me want to thrive, or if i want to explode myself now

—  there are 7 billion, 47 million people on the planet and i have the audacity to think i matter (catherine w // sempiternalwriting)
If Newt Discovered Pokemon

Request: MY FRIEND AND I SCREAMED ABOUT THIS FOR 30 MINUTES THANK YOU

modern au

-First, you would be a muggle while dating Newt omg

-He would show you all the magic stuff

-then

-THEN

- you would casually mention pokemon while talking about childhood stuff

-he kept asking questions until you gave him your old DS

-Going out with friends then coming back and seeing him in a blanket fort with his only light source being the DS

-”Newt…what are you doing?”

-”SHHHH I NEED TO SEDUCE THIS CHARMANDER IN THIS TRAP..”

-”Newt.”

-You don’t even mention Pokemon go

-he finds out about it anyway

-he cries from sleep deprivation because of how cute the pokemon are and how he can’t have them

-”Newt why are you crying?..”

-”PIPLUP IS ..SO CUTE.”

-”Newt…”

-You finally give in and sometimes watch the show with him.

-Sometimes, you do have to take away the DS to get his priorities straight

-it is not a fun time for anyone when this happens.

A person like me need:
1) eyemask - so I can sleep at school because my dormmates sometimes doesnt like to switch off the light
2) sketchbook - its my life
3) sharpies - 2nd thing of my life
4) scissor - so i can cut my hair monthly
5) sticky notes - i like to write important stuff on my notebook
6) stapler bullets - homework stuff
7) gluesticks - for homework
8) Colourful pomade - so i can be hot.

Creepypasta #1009: Annoying Neighbor

I used to live in a small building downtown. One of the reasons I moved out was the bad neighborhood, including this guy in the apartment right over mine. It was a weird looking fella who mostly kept to himself. 

Around midnight though, there was frequently a strange noise that got on my nerves. It wasn’t loud, to be fair, but I have really light sleep so it was hard to get my eyes shut with those little bumping sounds going on and on. It reminded me of high heels walking about, but not as loud, as if the person causing the noise was actually trying to be silent. 

After a few days, I realized the pattern was always the same, like a recording played over and over with random intervals in between. And that went on for the best part of an year, always the same sequence of bumps, slowly tattooed into my mind, sometimes for hours straight during the night.

It was only several years later, helping my daughter with her homework, that I learned a little bit of morse code. She knocked on the table with her knuckles and a shiver immediately went through my spine as I recognized that exact pattern. When I asked her what it meant, she laughed. 

“It’s the easiest one, daddy” she said. “It’s the one to call for help.”

Credits to: conffra

Annoying Neighbor

By reddit user conffra

I used to live in a small building downtown. One of the reasons I moved out was the bad neighborhood, including this guy in the apartment right over mine. It was a weird looking fella who mostly kept to himself. Around midnight though, there was frequently a strange noise that got on my nerves. It wasn’t loud, to be fair, but I have really light sleep so it was hard to get my eyes shut with those little bumping sounds going on and on. It reminded me of  high heels walking about, but not as loud, as if the person causing the noise was actually trying to be silent. After a few days, i realized the pattern was always the same, like a recording played over and over with random intervals in between. And that went on for the best part of an year, always the same sequence of bumps, slowly tattooed into my mind, sometimes for hours straight during the night.

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I’ve fallen so hard that I’m still seeing stars
whenever I see your face
and my head’s not quite right and I can’t sleep at night
if I’m longing for your embrace.
I’m not eating or sleeping, just quietly weeping
but please don’t think it’s all bad
it’s just that I’m crazy for you and my days without you
can sometimes make me sad.
But along with frustration, I’m full of admiration
and I don’t think I can look away
you light a flame in me, diminish the blame in me;
I hang on to each word that you say.
I see the moon in the sky but I’m so mesmerised
by you and the way that you are.
I can’t help but stare, cannot look anywhere
but at you, not even to the stars.
I know I’m just a baby but I wonder if maybe
you’d like to make me your own
after a year of kissing you, every day missing you,
and staying up late on the phone.
It’s all fun and games and it’s minimal pain
because I know we belong together
we survive every storm and keep each other warm
no matter how cold the weather.
I know that you’re feeling more than you’re revealing
and I know that you’re equally scared
but I’m feeling that fear and I promise I’m here
and I’ll follow you everywhere.
It’s so late at night now, the moon is so bright now
and I wish you were here by my side
but you’ll be here again and the sadness will end
and being yours gives me such pride.
—  Seeing Stars - Cydney Olwen
Good sleep sachet

So I did a version of @stormbornwitch‘s sweet dream sachet, posted here: http://stormbornwitch.tumblr.com/post/136875713452/stormbornwitchs-grimoire-so-a-few-people-asked-to

For reference, I have pretty much the worst sleep ever. I go an entire night sleepless probably at least once a week, sometimes as much as 3 nights. I have nightmares probably 30% of the time (and it used to be much more).

I didn’t have passion flower or chamomile, and don’t personally associate rosemary much with sleep. I also wanted to skip the bells, because my plan was to hang on to this sort of like a stress ball (my sleeplessness usually has to do with an overly busy mind) and I am a notoriously light sleeper. So instead, I added a pair of small tumble stones inside the bag, amethyst and lapis lazuli. So I used:

  • Lavender
  • Thyme
  • Valerian
  • Ameythyst
  • Lapis lazuli
  • Stitched sigil

I charged the sigil on the very last wisps of a lavender incense stick.

Holy shit, you guys. I may have overdone it. Me and my energy dumping…

I fell asleep with the lights still on. I had to physically put the bag away this morning to stop it from knocking me out again every time my alarm went off.

I didn’t even manage to stay awake long enough to get it into my hand. I put it on my bed, sat on the bed, messed with my computer a little, and before I knew it, I was suddenly horizontal.

The best. Like, almost too good. Thanks @stormbornwitch, ha ha!

When You Know, You Know

Prompt: The one where Lin realizes his feelings for you.

Pairing: Lin x reader

A/N: Inspired by Lin who mistook shaving cream for toothpaste this morning and the black and white pictures from the Chicago magazine that KILLED ME. I wrote this in twenty minutes. LMM is my fucking muse. Good-freaking-bye, I need to do homework!!!!


A sleepy and overworked Lin came home from a long day of interviews that constantly asked him to freestyle and running away from fans who just couldn’t understand that yelling at him made him want to stay inside the theater.

He has barely enough energy to take off his shoes. The lights are out in his apartment and his nose leads him to a saran wrapped Piñón laying on his kitchen table. He nearly cries in relief. He always gets so hungry after the play and sometimes - no -  most of the time, he sleeps on an empty stomach. He stares at the sticky note on top of the dish, getting emotional over your sloppy handwriting that read: Heat for two minutes and enjoy! :)

He gets even more emotional when he realizes that you must have gone over to his parent’s house because there was no way in hell that you cooked it. You couldn’t even boil water without burning the pot. You must’ve stopped by his apartment to drop off the food.

Lin gingerly lifts the sticky note and puts it his pocket. Ever since the two of you started dating, he would save all of the little notes and letters you’d leave him. He heats the Piñón as you instructed and finishes the meal within minutes.

He tosses the paper plate away, feeling slightly better, but now his thoughts were filled with you. He barely had time to talk to you today, and the realization of that fact caused a feeling of sadness settle over him. You were always so understanding with his job. He knew it was tough. There were so many times during the course of his writing process for Hamilton that he would disappear for days. He was so caught up with the story and music that he was surprised you didn’t dump him years ago. Even more, it was you that would always pull him back to reality. You would take him out to new restaurants, bring him to family parties, or go to sports events even though you didn’t understand a damn thing about it. You made sure that he stayed sane and happy with all the madness that Hamilton has brought. You were a lifesaver.

Tonight was a prime example.

He calls you, nevermind that it was past midnight, past your bedtime.

The phone rings once and your panicked voice greets him.

“Lin? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you. But I have to tell you something and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

He hears shuffling, and he imagines you sitting up on your full-sized bed, eyebrows knit together in worry.

“…Oh god, what is it?” was your hushed reply. He could hear it in your voice that you were expecting the worst.

“I love you.”

He blurts out the three words that he’s never said to any girl before. He knew true love existed, his parents a living proof of it, but tonight was the first time in his life that he believed in it. His family would always tell him that when he was in love, he’d know it. He didn’t understand at the time, but now…

Now he did.

Tonight was the first time he’s felt such a powerful feeling of love towards anyone except his family or himself. He was utterly and helplessly in love with you.

Lin checks his phone, wondering if you hung up. Nope, still there.

“Y/N?” he whispers, “I just told you that I love you.”

He hears you sniffling, causing a jolt of uncertainty to strike him.

Did you not feel the same way? Was he a fool for thinking that you did too?

“Lin, I love you too. I love you so much and I’m so scared. I’ve never felt this way before,” you sob.

He hears shuffling as you speak, and he was about to ask what was happening when you interrupt him.

“I’m coming over. I can’t stand to not see you anymore.”

Lin’s heart warms.

“I’ll be waiting. Lord knows I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”

Things not to say to your ex

I love you

I miss hanging out with your brother

Your cats an asshole

I like your cat more than you

Sometimes it’s hard to sleep at night without you

Do you ever think about us?

My mother was right about you

This bourbon tastes kinda like that lip balm you had

I am drunk

I am very drunk.

I just wanted you to know that I care about you

I just… What am I to you?

Do you ever think about us?

Does it ever bother you?

Do you miss me?

Did I mean as much as he does?

Do I mean anything?

Do the storms scare you more now too?

Do you still shut the lights off three times and lock the door six and does that drum beat still invade your soul?

Do you still sleep with one eye open and your fists clenched with your dreams chained to the head of the bed so your father can’t take them too?

I can’t breathe anymore cause the air here doesn’t smell like you anymore and now I can’t sleep without the ceiling fan on and I don’t think depression cares that much whether or not I sleep or if I eat or if I ever get over you. It just eats the pain and demands more.

I miss you

Goodnight

GRACE’S TOP READS
(written by Grace)

I know we all love a good read, whether it’s sitting outside in a park with a sweet John Green book or turning off the lights and reading a thrilling saga under the covers. Sometimes the only thing to put me to sleep or to calm myself is to grab a book and start reading and fall into a world of words. So I thought, for my fellow bookworms out there, I would list my top reads that made me cry, laugh and left my eyes wide open until 2 am flicking through page after page:

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17th Advent Joker Imagine

Originally posted by orbitwrei

Originally posted by badxbaby

Joker’s P.O.V.

For fuck’s sake. Again

Y/N my girlfriend could be a pain in the ass sometimes. She had been hiding around Gotham all day and I had been looking for her. Every time I was so close, she seemed to just vanish with giggles. It was night and I was tired of this game. I was in the elevator, getting up to the penthouse. She’d come home sooner or later. I just wanted to get some sleep because I was so tired and kinda annoyed I couldn’t catch her.

The elevator doors opened and I walked inside. It was dark inside, but I didn’t bother to turn on the lights. I just took off my fancy shoes and then I walked to our master bedroom. I opened the door and got inside. As I turned on the lights, I saw Y/N. She was in bed wearing a silky dress that was very see through. Her lips were painted pink and she smiled at me. ‘’Have you been looking for me daddy?’’ She purred sexily and then sat on the edge of the bed.

‘’All day’’ I replied and forgot I was tired. I took off my jacket and then started unbuttoning my white button up shirt. Y/N stood up and walked up to me, pushing my hands away and she unbuttoned my shirt. She was really gorgeous. ‘’Poor thing, maybe I could cheer you up?’’ She suggested softly when my shirt was on the floor. Damn she was hot.

‘’Maybe you should baby girl’’ I smiled and then felt how my boner was forming. My pants were tight so I didn’t want to be in them for too long.  Y/N cupped my boner with her hand and decided it was a smart move to stroke it. I moaned quietly because it felt nice, but I needed more. ‘’You know what you’re doing right?’’ I asked her, wanting to make sure that she knew how much she was turning me on.

‘’I’m doing nothing daddy’’ She said as innocently as she could.Damn it. ‘’Naughty girl..First you make me look for you all around the city and now this? Tsk tsk tsk’’ I lectured and pushed her on the bed. Y/N giggled as I climbed above her and pressed my clothed crotch against hers. She could feel how hard I was. ‘’I think you need to be punished’’ I whispered to her darkly. ‘’Sorry daddy’’ She mewled ,but I knew very well that she wasn’t sorry.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: viktor nikiforov found something else other than his title that he wants to hold on to and for half a year he couldnt stop thinking about that person so he flew to japan expecting the person who asked him to be there would be pleased to see him but instead yuri acted really confused, sometimes ignored viktor and rejected his multiple attempts to get closer, making the living legend cry himself to sleep but viktor continued to be patient and so understanding he supported yuri and had faith in his decisions and when yuri finally opened up completely viktor is just so ready to marry him no doubts or questions asked after all he's been so unconditionally in love with him for so long
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“How to love your depressed lover.

Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.” -Thank you Donna-Marie Riley for the quote and inspiration, and thank you to my amazing boyfriend for helping these images come to life ❤️

Preference: They Take Care of You Drunk.
a/n: Tumblr mobile is being stupid and won’t let me hold their names so I’m sorry that they are hard to find a certain character. Slight mentions of puking in this. nothing graphic at all but I wanted to pre-warn you. in Sodapop’s, Johnny’s, and Two-Bit’s.

Darry:

Darry and you would drink together. You both usually only go for a light buzz but sometimes one of you will drink a bit more without realizing. If he noticed you getting a bit more drunk he’d immediately stop drinking so he could take good care of you and bring you home. He’d put you into something to sleep in and get you into bed. The next day your hangover is usually only a headache so he’ll leave some pills and water beside the bed before he goes to work.

You stumbled into the house as your boyfriend Darry supported you. When he helped you out of the car you refused to be carried but he was practically dragging you as you both walked.

As Darry turned to shut the front door you tried to step on your own and stumbled a bit. He caught you and finally decided just to picked you up.

“Come on, lady, let’s get you to bed.” he murmured and carried you to the room you both shared.


Sodapop:

Sodapop didn’t drink but he wasn’t opposed to it so he never minded when you did. He would always make sure you got to where you needed to be safely. He liked to bring you to his house if you were drunk so he could take care of you the next day. He was very comforting when you had a hangover.

Your head was hanging over the toilet as you struggled to hold your hair back and hold yourself up at the same time. You were shaking a bit as you did so. A moment later you heard someone step into the room and you knew it was your boyfriend.

Sodapop immediately pulled a hair elastic of yours off of the sink and tied your hair back in a ponytail. It wasn’t good but it would do the job. He wet a washcloth with cool water and placed it on the back of your neck and gently rubbed your back.

“Go away..” you try fighting but he just shushed you gently.

“Don’t argue with me.” he stated and you honestly had no energy to although you wished he couldn’t see you like this. He didn’t seem to mind though and he would stay with you the whole time.


Ponyboy:

You weren’t a big drinker normally but if something bad happened in your life it was the first thing you would turn to and this would upset him a lot. He wished you would just come talk to him but he would never show his distaste for it until a couple of days later. He would be annoyed but still watch out for you when you were drunk and hungover because he knew if you were drinking you were already feeling upset about something and he wanted to make sure he was there whenever you were ready to talk.

“Ponyboy..” You whined trying to sit on your boyfriends lap. You were at a classmates party and you had been drinking all night. When you noticed your boyfriend had disappeared you stumbled around looking everywhere for him until you found him sitting on the front porch swing sipping a soda. You were sitting beside him and hanging on him trying to kiss him but he kept turning away.

“Why don’t we get you home, Y/N..” Ponyboy muttered.

“But home is not where the beer is..” You stated with a small laugh as you try to kiss him.

“Dammit, Y/N, will you stop that?” He snapped and shoved you off of him. He would regret it though when tears immediately started falling from your eyes. You had already been close to crying all night but this just did it for you.

“Fine..” You cried as you stood up to walk away from him. You decided just to walk yourself home and were halfway down the driveway, stumbling, as Ponyboy came up behind you. He would wrap his arms around your waist from behind to stop you.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Let’s just.. let me take you home.”


Two-Bit:

Two-Bit loves drinking with you! He will always be up for a party with you and the next morning if you two are feeling crappy he’ll cuddle with you in bed and take you out for a late brunch.

You were laying in bed with your boyfriend Two-Bit as he held you in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you enjoyed the calming sound of his heart beat. After a moment the sun came out from behind the clouds and shone through the window right into your eyes. You immediately groaned and pressed your face into his neck.

“Do you want me to get you an aspirin?” he whispered and flinched a bit as his head ached.

“No..” you whined and clung closer to him. “Don’t get up.”

“But if I get up we can go get pancakes..” he murmured and you lifted your head slowly, a small smile on your face.

“Pancakes are good.”

Two-Bit laughed and pushed some hair out of your eyes. “Yea but only if you keep them down this time, pukey.”


Dally:

Dally and you drink together just about every night without a problem and he loves it. But every once and a while you get pretty black-out drunk and the next morning get the worst hangovers that usually end up lasting for like three days. He’ll mostly leave you alone when this happens because he knows you’ll be a bit cranky but he’ll always leave you everything you could possibly need on the nightstand for when you wake up.

Dally had just got you home and up to your bedroom, somehow without your parents waking up. You were passed out cold but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. He would gently wake you and carefully get you into some pajamas while you were still half asleep. He would also help you put your hair up.

After he tucked you into bed he would put a glass of water and some pills next to your bed along with a small trash bin. Before he left you he would sit down beside you and you would look up at him through half open eyes.

You murmured something unintelligible to him and he would just shake his head and kiss you before walking out.


Steve: (small swearing)

Steve and you love going to parties and drinking together but you do have a tendency to be an angry drunk. It scared him at first but now he deals with it easily.

You were fighting to get out of Steve’s grasp as he pulled you outside of the house that you to were at. You had just gotten into a screaming match with some girl and when things started to get physical Steve pulled you away before you could get hurt.

“Let me go, Steve. That bitch deserves it!” you scream pushing at his chest trying to get away. He gently grab your wrists gently and brought his forehead to yours.

“Breath, Y/N..” He demanded calmly.

“Are you kidding me?Let me go dammit. What the-”

“Hey!” Steve stopped you. “I’m not letting go until you talk a couple deep breathes for me. Okay?”

You glared at him but did as he asked and soon your hands relaxed out of the fists they had been in though you were still shaking a bit in rage.

“Let’s go..” he murmured and wrapped his arm around your waist so that he could hold you to him and guide you away.

“You suck!” you snapped at him and he just shook his head fondly.

“I love you too, babe.”


Johnny:

Johnny enjoys drinking with you on occasion but the downside is that you are not the best drunk. You tend to cry a lot and just keep babbling on. Even if no ones listening, or you feel sick, or your half asleep. Johnny will take care of you though.

You were standing outside of Buck’s after you had to run outside to be sick. Johnny followed after you and though he himself was stumbling a bit he held your hair back for you.

“I’m an awful person..” You said, sniffling as tears fell steadily from your eyes.

“Hey now..” Johnny said rubbing your back gently.

“No.. Really,” you insisted. “I’m awful I’m.. I’m just you know not cute.. and sometimes. Sometimes I’m really mean to people. And I’m.. I’m not really good at anything and I..”

You were crying so hard and could barely get the word out as you kept trying to list things to Johnny. He would pull you into a tight hug. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. Be nice.”

“Do you love me?” You cried as you cling to him.

“Yea, I love you..” he said. “Now let’s get back inside. It’s freezing out here.”