My-unfortunate-end

[Dirk x Reader] Jolting awake from the most recent bout of nightmares, [Name] sighed as she sat up in her bed. Pulling her knees to her chin, she rested her head on them and stared out the large bedroom window. She smiled slightly at how the moon glowed without a care in the world. Most of the city around her was sleeping, but yet, she could not. A small snore broke her out of her ponderings as she looked to her left with a grin. Her boyfriend of three years was laying there, splayed out like a rag doll. His pointed shades were laying on the bedside table while his unkempt blonde hair was messier than it normally was on one of his good days

He was an asshole, well that was the biggest understatement known to man. But, yes, to put it lightly Bro Strider was an asshole. You really have no clue how the two of you could have ended up in a relationship, and for this long. About three and a half years now. Long time to deal with the arguments, fights, and verbal abuse. Don’t get me wrong it wasn't just from him, you did your fair share of shit too. It all started when you two where neighbors as kids and would pull (fairly) harmless pranks on one another. Though the small pranks soon grew more rough. More physical to say the least. But you know what people say about kids when t

Petrichor (n.) a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. A gentle sigh escapes your pink lips. Hands resting on your keyboard, you searched your mind for ideas on what to write. Writer's block. You looked over to the window of your room, rain coming down hard and thunder echoing in the distance. And as your laptop seared your bare thighs, your boyfriend lay on your shins, facing you with eyes closed and a pillow under his head. You shut your laptop lightly, trying not to disrupt his easy breathing. Slowly, you reached across your computer, planting your hand on his black locks gen

Summary: What attracted you to him was the fact that you were the only one to exceed his standards so easily when he himself was constantly struggling to achieve it everyday. He hated you for that too. "I really hate how superior you think you are." Despite your friends having other friends you have never been bothered by this, the small circle of friends you kept was enough for you. It isn't because you were introverted it's just that you've never seen enough reason to make an effort to finding friends when there were people who flock towards you. Even though your family, your mother out of all, constantly worries that you were left alone

Summary: It took a million conversations, one look at you in person and a greeting with a smile for Dirk Strider to fall for you honestly. And maybe one accidental pick-up line from you to realize that he might just have a chance. When Roxy had told Dirk that she had found a new friend over the internet, Dirk wasn't that pleased. He was after all content with the group he had with the three. Your arrival to their group made him displeased not that he said it but he did act a bit of a douche towards you of course the resulting confrontation when you've reached the limit of your politeness was something Dirk thought to be memorable --machiave

    Pacing. It was like that was all he could do anymore. He hated it. It made him feel weak. Just like she did. He cringed at the thought. Her. _______. _______ with her stunning {e/c} eyes, soft {h/c} hair, and her fiery personality- A resounding bang echoed through the room as he slammed his fist into the wall. No. He wouldn't think like that. He couldn't.    With a growl Viral resumed his pacing. He hated her. He hated what she did to him. Hated the way she made him feel. Hated her smile, hated her laugh, hated her absurd ability to always know what to say to lift his spirits even a little. He hated it. … He hated everything.    

{John x Reader} f l o w e r c r o w n s Timeline: Post-Sburb You sat opposite, knees touching and both your heads leaning in as you weave the fragile, circular colorful crowns. John's crown, particularly, had bluebells and [f/f] placed into the wooden template, long stems of ferns covering the brown circle. Yours had bluebells also, but white roses and lilies, your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration. John frequently looks at you, bespectacled blue eyes staring for a few seconds, but darting away once you look up at him. For the fifth time you look up at his curiously bright eyes, and noticed he had stopped weaving. Sapphire ey