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we're probably dying - johnny/jimmy fic

The haze of the weed that they had been smoking together had finally settled above their heads. They were both laying back against the mattress, passing another joint between one another. Johnny rolled over onto Jimmy’s stomach, feeling him wince slightly under his weight. He let the smoke puff out from his lips as he spoke. “Why do we always lay around like this, Saint?” Johnny passed the joint to Jimmy’s waiting fingers, and Jimmy replaced Johnny’s empty fingers with his own. Jimmy took a toke and let it seep out of his nose. “We’re like lazy cats, or something, aren’t we?” “Yeah,

ai fanfic

7 deviations
Literature

surprise me - 21st century breakdown fanfic

"You always surprise me," Christian spoke softly as he sat behind Gloria on the mattress, kissing the back of her neck and wrapping his arms around her middle. Gloria didn't react with words, only settle back into Christian's chest. Those were her 'words'. He relaxed and lifted a hand, moving hair out of her face. "Just like when we first met, I knew you'd keep surprising me." "I remember that day clearly, Christian," Gloria spoke hushed, not moving as Christian's fingers brushed against her cheek. "You specifically said that I was a surprise in your life." "Indeed," he answered, smiling and kissing the back of her neck again. "You made me

21st century breakdown fanfic

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their graves

artwork

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change in a year - 2

me

2 deviations
Literature

an escape - jd/jimmy fanfic

Jimmy pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery, smirking carefully over at JD in the passenger side. There was a very low fog, coating the whole graveyard in a heavy mist and making the headlights of the car look ghost-like from the front seat. Supposedly, the graveyard was closed tonight. But Jimmy never really listened to rules, let alone knew what the fuck rules were. Putting the car in park, he turned over towards JD. “Slip into the back,” he whispered, lifting his hand and placing it behind JD’s head and pushing him forward. They met lips, almost missing by a centimeter but situating back to normal. Jimmy was already

heathers fanfic

1 deviation
Literature

cookie dough - jimmy slam poetry

I like cookie dough. Sure, maybe it isn’t healthy or safe for my body, but what’s the difference between cookie dough and a needle I’ve jabbed into my veins since I was fourteen? Cookie dough tastes like fucking gold on my tongue just like how those lonely tabs of ecstasy I would take until I was far too gone. While I was in therapy, I asked my counselor for any other option to get some pain that I couldn’t name out of my chest. They jokingly suggested I eat cookie dough until I felt numb, but that just reminded me of the countless nights my older brother would pound my chest into the mattress until I felt broken. Bu

poetry

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american idiot characters + tumblr posts 34

ai characters and tumblr posts project

34 deviations
aero 2.0

characters

3 deviations
Literature

beats - spg fic

The Spine’s chestplate is just humming. Constant, melodic humming. There’s an occasional release of steam from his system, and - since he’s a newer automaton - a rhythmic ticking that resembles a heart beating. If you press your ear up against his chestplate, you’ll hear it. Might even feel it, too. Rabbit’s chestplate bubbles, since she’s powered by milk. There’s ticking and tocking and sometimes a twist of a cog or two, but it’s bubbly overall. A puff of steam once or twice, but the milk is the main thing. She’s ran by it, it must be a big part of her system. If you ever press your ear

spg

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change in a year - 2

Scraps

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