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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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😚Zoom Zoom Mama G has posted again!!!

HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO BAD….(You’re older than branch but younger than Floyd btw😌)

Family Reunion||Brozone x Sister Reader

Warning:Angst and Mild Cursing

Word Count:1.3k

Other:It’s kinda proof ridden😝✌️

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You knew JD wasn’t always the best brother, but you didn’t expect for it to go like this…

“It’s called BRO-ZONE meaning BROS not GALS” JD said angrily at the h/c haired troll. “So youre saying just because I'm a girl I can’t be in the band. I’m basically the damn melody John.” you loudly yelled at him clearly pissed at how your brother didn’t want you to ruin brozone. “It has to be perfect and the name is perfect for bros. MAYBE IF YOU WERE PERFECT IT COULD WORK, BUT YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE FOR THE BAND” he yelled at y/n tired of her shit. He didn’t mean to totally call her a mistake, but it was too late. She already ran to her room in the shared pod, crying her eyes out and muttering small complaints. All the brothers stood with their mouths agape from witnessing the scene. “John what the hell,” Bruce said, holding the blue decorated egg with blue hair sticking out. “You just called her a damn mistake” “Maybe she is and it would be best if she left….The band is almost there and she’ll just get in the way.” John said it as if he was hoping y/n would leave to save the band for the family harmony. After John said that all the brothers left the area with sour and disapproving faces. Ignoring him till later that night.

It was now 2:34am and fast paced footsteps were heard around the pod waking John up from his humble sleep. He groggily dragged himself out the bed and headed towards the noise and found his three brothers and branch’s egg sitting in the living area. “What’s going on and why are you guys up so early.” John said, kinda annoyed from losing his beauty sleep. “Y/n left” Clay said barely above a whisper. “Huh,” John asked again, not being able to hear Clay. “Y/N FUCKING LEFT” Clay bursted as his tears started pooling his eyes. “You drove our sister away because of your stupid and glorious dream. Now she’s out in the wilderness by herself and we don’t know if she’s alive or dead.” John felt his whole body freeze and run cold. Did he fuck up or was it just you overacting? Before Bruce could add in to the statement, John wasted no time in leaving to go put on his jacket and shoes ready to go find y/n. He left out the door after he finished getting dressed, without a word to his brothers.

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{Y/n’s POV}

I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely drenched from the wrenched nightmare of your older brother. My mind has been messed up recently ever since my eventful trip to mount ragous.

FLASHBACK

“It’s some kind of love”

A voice rang through the area. It was so soft, but with a familiar melody.

“It’s some kind of fire”

It was my part? But sung by someone different. An angelic voice.

“I’m already up, but you lift me higher”

But that’s when it hit you..it was your brothers with a now full grown relationship saving Floyd.

TIME SKIP DONE

{2nd POV}

After your brothers and those two mystery girls brought Floyd back, you couldn’t help ,but feel nothing but relief and a little wave of nervousness. All five of your brothers were standing right there together but the time just didn’t feel right for you. You wanted to go hug and celebrate with them, but you just felt disappointed and angry at them for not trying to find you. Without a word you started walking away, but caught what now sounds like a grown man spruce saying “How about we all celebrate at Vacay island this weekend.” You then had an idea set up perfectly for this Family Reunion.

{Y/N POV}

I sighed heavily as I parked my motor beetle in front of this big resort looking restaurant. “I hope they aren’t too mad to see me” I told myself, trying to hype myself up from all the nerves. As I step foot into the resort I see this tall yellowish woman at the bar, so I head over to ask her where the boys may be. “Umm excuse me…can you help me” I asked her in my nice bright tone. “Of course hun! What can I help you with and by the way you can call me Brandi” she exclaimed, clearly being an extroverted person. “Well you see I’m here looking for my brothers and i’m kinda here to reunite with them after basically being away for 22+ years” I say not trying to sound crazy or out of the ordinary. “Ok well what are their names?”Brandi asked me as she took out a notepad ready to write them down, assuming that it was more than one. “Well to start off it’s John Dory for the first one and Bru-” “Is that them?” she pointed to a corner before quickly apologizing for cutting me off. I was literally stunned when I saw all of them bonding and getting along like we were little kids again. I guess Brandi picked up on my distressed and nervous face that she offered and said” If it makes you any better I can go with you for emotional support” She says tucking a burgundy loc behind her head. “I would like that very much”I say releasing some pent up air that I didn’t know I had.

As Me and Brandi walked to the corner it felt like time was slowing down and my breaths were getting shorter by the second. I was trying to calm myself down in my mind, but I was brought out by Brandi speaking. “Um hi y'all sorry to interrupt, but you guys had a little surprise that decided to drop in today.” As on cue I stepped from behind Brandi with nothing but hope and fear in my chest.

“Who’s that?” Bruce said as he looked at the familiar troll. “If you wanted an autograph you could’ve asked us” John laughed as he pulled out a notepad and passed it around to each of the brothers to sign. “Are you guys kidding me?” I exclaimed, wondering if they were joking or not. Every single last one of them looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “After leaving, you guys clearly forgot me” I said with tears in my eyes as i couldn't believe that they forgot me. “It’s me Y/n…. but I guess you guys didn’t care” I bitterly laugh as I see the visible expression changes on them except Branch. Guess John got what the fuck he wanted” I said getting ready to leave, but felt a hand gently catch mines, stopping me from leaving in the progress. Before I could turn around, I was pulled into a hug by a pink and white haired troll. “We could never forget you n/n” Floyd said genuinely. Slowly one by one the others hugged me except JD and branch.

Me and JD stared at each other as if we were to look away, we would die. Jd cleared his throat before saying “Umm are you good” while giving you that charming smirk. If looks could kill, JD would be dead right now. “That’s all? No sorry or are you ok sis.” I say starting to get angry. “Just be glad I'm happy to see you.” “Or what Jd” I said, letting a few tears fall. “You wanna know how tired I am from fighting with you. I bet Branch didn't even know he had a sister till now.” I advertise my hand to point at a shocked Branch. “But when I want my older brother to show me affection and let me be apart of the group it’s a fucking problem.” I say getting tired of his mess. “I don’t care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want.”I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table. When Jd just stared at me I knew he meant it. So therefore without any words I got out of there and left. But before I did I said….

“So much for a Family Reunion….Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”

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vitzi9 · 11 months

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Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

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Oneshot | Texts with bf vernon

Boyfriend vernon × fem reader

Genre: humour,funny,texts,fluff

You: Broo

Babeee😚🫠: sigh...another day of my girlfriend calling me bro 👍

You: you dramaqueen.. you literally call me *bro dude man* all the time, but also in between us i feel it's very romantic 😚💋

Babeee😚🫠: ok bro wassup

You: I miss you 🥺🥺

Babeee😚🫠: want me to send you a selfie? I miss you too btw

You: Nah I don't want to see your blank ass face in a selfie..come home it's better

Babeee😚🫠: Dude??? Ouch or whatever you're never getting a selfie from me again don't even ask for it ever😑

You: baby 😭😭I was joking your selfies are so adorable just like you..I just meant I wanna see you in person I miss you so bad just come home I need to see your pretty face🥺🥺

Babeee😚🫠: nah idk now I was just about to sit in the car now imma go back 💔💔

You: NOOOO PLEASE😭

Babeee😚🫠: ok open the door

You: wtf? You serious?

Babeee😚🫠: hehe no I was kidding, be there in 30 ✌️ couldn't help I missed your stupid pretty face too 🫶

You: 🖕🖕you just added that 'pretty' so you wouldn't get in trouble

Babeee😚🫠: please as if I'd ever call your face stupid ..your face is pretty Babe..(it's you who's stupid❤️) Face card, face bank, face economy my y/nnnnn❤️

You: oh you're so asking for it, just wait as soon as you step in the house I'm gonna kill you (with the tightest hug ever😭)

Babeee😚🫠: can't waittt ..love you ❤️

He laughs and gets off the car to get you your favourite food.

After arriving home, you keep your promise to give him the tightest hug,while he's also hugging you back with the same intensity..his laugh vibrates from his chest to your ears and now finally you feel home after seeing him laughing in your arms.

You pull back taking his face in your eyes.

You look up pouting at him,"You called me stupid"

He smiles softly looking down at you,"No I didn't I know how smart my baby is" He says holding your chin in his fingers nudging it a little.

You loop your arms in his neck and he leans down to peck your lips a few times and then pulling you in a proper kiss.

End.

A/n : trying to lighten my mood with this one and like who's better than vernon to make you laugh💘

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can i request for cha hyunsu/??? like the times where he became the big spoon (yk giving the reader affections and all that) ✌️😚 i like your writing btw!! take the time to write this as well🙏🙏🙏🙏 in need of hyunsu content

bringing this gif back he's so kdsldnslk

pairing: infected!hyunsu x infected!gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.4k

warnings: lots of blood, canon typical violence, one mention of a car accident

includes: reader is also infected, went back and rewatched ep 04 to write this, idk if i want to start writing for sweet home again bc i didn't like the drama and i never finished it but i love hyunsu :// i might occasionally write for him but it won't be often

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

hyunsu awakes with a gasp, body jolting upwards. “hyunsu,” you place a gentle hand on his shoulder as he stares at you with wide eyes before slowly relaxing. you pull him into a hug as his eyes scan around in an attempt to figure out where he woke up. it’s a small, quaint room decorated with various flyers hanging from the walls and dim lighting casting a golden glow from the lights hanging above. “you’re awake.”

“what happened?” he asks when you pull away, searching your body for potential injuries. there are patches of dried blood on your face and patches of brown stain on the sleeves of your jacket.

your answer is interrupted when eunhyuk enters. “you’re both fine,” he says. “you fell from the ninth floor and woke up in three hours. maybe the golden hour saved you.” hyunsu stares up at him with wide eyes as you reach over to take his hand into yours. “how do you feel?”

hyunsu raises a hand in front of his face before replying. it’s a little bloody - much like his clothing is - but there are no other injuries on him. not even a bruise. “i think i’m okay.”

“good,” he sighs. “it’s going to be tough from now on.” with the somewhat ominous implication to his words, eunhyuk turns on his heel to call the rest of the residents into the playroom.

hyunsu turns to you once his voice fades away, raising a hand to wipe at a spot of dried blood on your cheek. “are you okay?”

you nod. “i’m just glad you’re feeling alright. you really scared me, you know.”

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs. you simply shake your head, shifting a little closer to him.

you fall into silence; the only sounds are the other residents moving throughout the building and eunhyuk calling for them. hyunsu smiles slightly when you lean your head against his shoulder, relaxing against him.

“whatever happens, we’ll stick together,” he whispers.

you look up at him through tired eyes, exhaustion slowly beginning to show in the form of dark circles underneath your eyes. “you promise?”

he nods, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “i promise.”

the moment is interrupted by eunhyuk returning, silently gesturing for you to follow him out of the room. the other residents stare at you as you follow after him before a man steps forwards. “you’re out of your mind,” he scowls, glaring at eunhyuk before stepping in front of you. hyunsu positions his body in front of yours as the man brandishes a boxcutter at his neck. “don’t you dare turn,” he warns, outstretching the blade. “got it? you fucking monster.”

“got it.” you reply before tugging hyunsu along with you into the playroom with the others. they gather in a group on the opposite side of the room from you and hyunsu, watching you with wide, unnerving eyes.

eunhyuk is the last to enter the room, standing near you as the man slams the boxcutter down on the table. “i say we kill them.”

“what?”

“we can’t do that,” jisu argues.

“it’s for everybody’s safety. let’s not waste our opportunity.”

“y/n,” hyunsu whispers from beside you. he gently cups your cheek with his hand as he gently uses a tissue to wipe away the blood from your nose and chin. it’s a comforting gesture amidst the chaos of monsters suddenly appearing in your apartment building and your suspected infection causing nosebleeds and hallucinations.

you remain silent as the people around you continue arguing, ignoring their terrified looks and nervous glances from the people surrounding you. the argument is finally broken when eunhyuk steps forwards to take charge once again.

“here,” he says, setting a box down on the table. “we’ll take a vote,” he says as he holds up a stack of post it notes. “if you agree that they should be allowed to stay, draw an x. if we should quarantine them, draw a circle.”

your attention returns to hyunsu as eunhyuk begins passing out pieces of paper. he’s staring down at the ground as you nervously await your fate together. you reach over to take his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers together.

once everyone has voted, he begins to open them one by one. you zone the words out in favor of playing with your boyfriend’s fingers. it’s a habit you had picked up after he was hospitalized for the car accident. it had put him unconscious for a few days and you spent the time tracing miscellaneous shapes into his soft skin.

you nearly flinch when the man who threatened you begins yelling again. “are you all fucking crazy?” he looks down at you before turning to face the group. “they’re monsters! they’ll kill us all!”

you look up just long enough to watch eunhyuk open another vote - x. “don’t get worked up yet,” eunhyuk says. “the last vote will determine what we do.”

hyunsu squeezes your hand in his as eunhyuk reaches into the box to open the final vote. his eyebrows furrow slightly before he turns it around to show the group. on the piece of paper is a red circle with an x through it. “invalid.”

“no way,” the man hisses. he steps forwards, angrily grabbing the paper from eunhyuk’s hands before throwing it down onto the ground. “we have to get rid of them! murder is killing a human being, not a monster!” you step back when he shoves the table over, watching as it hits the ground with a loud crash.

a silence falls over the room before the sound of dripping catches your attention. “honey,” a woman whispers in disbelief. the slow dripping quickly turns into streams of blood staining the wooden floor. the man brings his hands up to his nose in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding as everyone looks on in horror.

“it’s…” he steps closer to the group who retract away as soon as he gets close. “it’s because i’m tired! that’s all!”

hyunsu stands up from beside you, stepping in front of the man. “you better brace yourself if you don’t want to get eaten by a monster.” the man’s cursing falls on deaf ears as he kneels down to grab a vote from the floor. “do i have the right to vote?” he holds the paper over the opened box before pausing. “if i put this in, he’ll be thrown out too, right?” his eyes have turned to a familiar shade of black when he turns back to face the man. “am i right?”

the man collapses to the ground as hyunsu drops the vote into the box before walking back over to where you’re still sitting. he helps you up before intertwining your fingers once again as you follow eunhyuk into the room where you’ll be quarantined.

you sit beside hyunsu on a couch as eunhyuk lowers the gate, locking you inside of the room. there isn’t much inside - only the couch, a few file cabinets, and some other miscellaneous items like a trash can. there are no lights so you settle for sitting in darkness, your only source of lighting coming from the hallway where you can see a variety of people have gathered together; though you’re not sure if they’re standing around to watch over you or eavesdrop on whatever you’re saying.

“do you really think we’ll turn into monsters?” you whisper. hyunsu looks over at you before reaching over to grab your hand.

“i don’t know what will happen to us,” he answers after a few seconds of silence. “but i know i made you a promise. and i’m not going to break it.”

for what feels like the first time in days, you smile. it’s small, but the sight of it is enough to bring a similar one to hyunsu’s own face. he reaches over to cup your cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb against the skin. despite knowing the other residents are just outside of the room staring at you, he pulls you into a sweet kiss. it’s short though neither of you mind.

he presses another kiss against your forehead as you let out a small sigh, leaning your head against his chest and letting your eyes close. “tired?” he whispers.

you hum. hyunsu shifts, keeping your body close to his as he lays down on the couch beside you. you move even closer to him to bury your face into the crook of his neck. his arms wrap around your waist as he rubs a gentle hand against your back. “i love you,” he murmurs.

“i love you too,” you hum, finally relaxing into your lover’s arms.

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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Hi! I'm not very good at English and I don't know if you are accepting requests for oneshots or images. But could you write some Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Shapeshifter Reader? The reader and Daemon have become friends, Daemon likes the energetic personality of the reader and he likes that she can transform into animals and dragons. The reader is quite innocent in terms of love and passion, so Daemon is willing to teach her, and that helps him demonstrate the feelings that arose between the two. Something fluffy and smut, please? Thanks in advance ✨

Doves, Snakes, Dragons

Daemon Targaryen x Shapshifter!Reader

Summary: You were an oddity sold at the price of an ewer of wine and two loaves of bread. Upon the death of your buyer, you find yourself in the hands of a Targayen who, for once, is unafraid of the magic in your blood.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: GIRL RUN I WROTE ANGST IM SORRY, literally .01 fluff, 0 feminism left on my hands and knees, mentions of slavery, reader is a shapeshifter idk what to tell you bestie, infidelity, smut (crying while fucking, aggressive choking?, impregnation kink?, praise kink?, vaginal penetration, pulling out) fem!reader, typos, etc.

A/N: Ngl you had me at shapeshifter. BUT GIRL IM SO SORRY I DID THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU ASKED AND refuse TO FIX IT ASHFL:AHS:ASFHASL:F ITS NOT FLUFF ITS ANGST IM SO SORRY And if there is any lore about shapeshifters in this universe, i am blissfully unaware of is, therefore all of u just roll with my punches 😚✌️ Also all my anons be apologizing for their english, literally when this language has silent k's 🤨 u think it deserves respect? Repeat after me: we are speaking english AMAZINGLY 😩 slay bilinguals slay Pssst i made a p2 babes "To The Heart"

It happened like this: a man saw me, thought he could take me as a whore and the man who owned me gave him a piece of his mind. My master was no match to the large attacker, and was gravely injured by him. Yet when the attacker tried to grab me, a sword sliced his neck. I was then acquainted with Daemon Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne.

When my master succumbed to his wounds, I then begged the prince to take me in, but instead of claiming me as his property, he set me free. To this day, I do not know why.

"My prince!" I called out the moment I felt his presence from outside my home. I run to the door, passing my handmaiden who followed after my heels in similar excitement.

I run out of the door and see Daemon galloping towards me on his black horse. I smile and wave at him enthusiastically. I feel my servant nudge me from behind, making my body heat up in response.

Daemon swiftly unmounts his horse and walks over to me, hand extended for me to take. The moment I take it, he pulls me close to him and places a chaste kiss on my cheek, "my favorite skin changer."

I press my lips into a smile, "I'm the only skin changer you know, my prince."

"Wouldn't you like that to be true," he teases, making me furrow my brows at him, sequentially making him laugh.

He leads me back into my home, and my servant quickly calls that she will prepare snacks for us.

"How may I be of assistance to you, my prince?" I ask in urgency as I sit on the settee beside the man who already made himself comfortable.

Daemon brushes hair behind my ear, "the usual."

I nod, "to whom must I deliver a message?"

He does not reply for a moment, his violet eyes far too busy taking in my face. I enjoy his attention, much like I enjoy his fingers that were fiddling with the ends of my hair.

He speaks in High Valyrian. He only looks again at me, measuring my reaction.

I bite my lip in thought, "did you just say I'm pretty, your grace?"

Daemon breaks into a chuckle, pulling his hand away from me to prop his arm on the cushioned backrest, "I said your beauty is being wasted."

I shake my head, just as my handmaiden arrived with a tray of snacks. She gives me a look, Daemon is the one that catches it though, then rushes out the moment she sets the things down on table before us, "if it is for my liberator, it is not a waste at all."

"Perhaps I freed you from that twisted fuck you thought to be a kind master," Daemon takes a turn to shake his head, "but you have in turn shackled me, sweet girl."

I lean into him, resting my head on his chest.

As quickly as I feel contented in his arms, I feel envy bite at me. My mind is envious of the truth of it all, that he had a wife, Lady Rhea Royce, and I was simply passing his time. I decide not to speak about it, I never do, in fear of making him draw away from me.

"House Baratheon is situated quite far from here," Daemon changes the subject as he places a hand on my back.

I pull away after hearing this, eager to learn more of his newest order, much to his disappointment.

"Are you sure you cannot change into a fish?" Daemon asks me for the nth time, making me release a half amused sigh.

"My love, I-" realizing my mistake, I freeze, breaking my gaze from him, "if- if I was able to change into a fish I would have bared my gills at you a long time ago."

Daemon's face is hard when I turn back to him.

"I can only change into birds or reptiles, same as ever," I blurt, faking the fact I was not nervous under his gaze.

"I'm simply concerned that some idiot might think to shoot you upon seeing your wings," he says, hand stroking my shoulder.

I shake my head, "I have been having trouble ruffling my feathers as of late, my prince. I think I will crawl into his house instead."

The prince straightens up upon hearing that, brows shooting up with him, "you will walk all the way there?"

I chuckle at his concerned look, "no less tiring than flying, I assure you," I return a smile to contrast his worried wrinkles, "but no. I will ride on Buttercup and decide how I'll leave your message when I am close enough."

Knowing my shifting preferences, he leans back, "don't turn into a snake."

I chuckle yet again.

"Those fuckers will not hesitate to strike you."

"My prince," I pacify, hand going to his cheek, "this is something you do not have to worry about."

"I am," he replies simply, hand grabbing my wrist.

I look at him, then look away, willing myself not to be affected by his words.

Daemon pulls me up with him when he stands. He takes me outside. We begin to roam the beachside by my house, heading wordlessly to the cave we always ended up in.

Much like all the other times, it doesn't take long before the prince has me against him, back pressed against one of the trees near the mouth of the cave.

I am hungry for his touch, starving like I always am, and it is palpable in how I tug on his clothes and dig at his skin. He however is not as eager today. He wants to take his time, savor the moment. Daemon instead forces me to slow down when he grabs my nimble hands. He wants to feel of his mouth on mine, to share the breath he is breathing.

I am defenseless against him and crumble to his desire. I moan at his soft touches, subservient to whatever he wants from me.

It is only in moments like this I am brave enough to mutter his name. I speak it like a prayer, claiming him with my voice, deluding myself he is actually mine.

"Daemon," I whine in between a moment of huffs as his hands finally roam down my skirt. I pull him closer to me and lean against the tree bark behind me.

He kneads my bare thighs once he finds them, then pushes forward, bending down so he can secure my legs around his hips. Not needing to worry about falling out of his clutch, my own hands work on undoing his breeches. He silently allows me to do so then shakes them down enough to be able to enter me.

When he does so, I roar the way I do when I am in animal form. Daemon basks in the wet heat around him and growls against my ear.

He positions me better against him, hands pressing firmly against my sides. He pushes into me, slowly, fully in and out, and the sounds that escape me are absolutely filthy to the ears.

In the same moment, the wind blows fiercely, making the trees shift and the leaves fall all over around us. My eyes that were barely open manages to behold this. This must be what heaven feels like.

I nearly break into tears when I hear what Daemon says next. He grumbles, pace not yet quickening, "my love, how I've missed to be inside you."

The words make my grip on his neck tighten, and my mouth go completely dry.

Daemon grunts at the feeling of my nails. He takes this moment to pick up the pace.

"I've missed you too," I mutter in between whimpers. Daemon heavily breaths against me as I pepper kisses all over his neck.

I begin to helplessly bawl on him, tears watering at both the pleasure he was bringing and the thoughts that were suddenly plaguing my head. My teeth lightly scratches on his skin as I confess, "I pray to the gods that you will not leave me next time you come."

He sighs, "fuck," pace suddenly slacking, grip loosening until I slip off him. My feet fall to the ground. I was looking up at Daemon when he suddenly forces me around, lifting my skirt up yet again and enters me this time with a much more brutal pace.

I grip on the tree trunk for dear life as Daemon hoists me up by hips, forcing me on my toes. My back arches to further submit to him. My nails dig into the wood when he pushes against me in the most roughly delicious of ways.

"Daemon," I beg, licking my lips, tasting the tears that moistened them.

He is silent, save for his own whines and throaty rumbles.

Whatever eagerness I had initially is nothing compared to how he takes me now. He slams into like it was his only purpose in life. My body is nothing against him, and does not know whether to tense or melt. I find myself constantly shifting somewhere in between.

I begin to clench around him in anticipation of my high. A slave to my needs, Daemon senses this and brings his fingers to my dripping core, hastily rubbing the surface, making more tears run down my pleasure contorted face.

"Come now, good girl," Daemon hisses, "come for me."

I whine, absolutely dying to obey him and follow in his bidding.

However, knowing what would come next, I look over my shoulder, mouth opening wider at the sight of Daemon's expression, "inside please."

Daemon does not hear this, so I repeat his name out quickly, quickly, quickly. He finally notices my gaze on him.

"Come inside me, Daemon," I beg with tears, "I want to have you. Fill me with y-"

His hand chokes me before I could continue. He heaves, a darkness covers his eyes, "I will not fuck a bastard in you."

I whine at the pressure. His hands do not leave me as he continues and my belly goes into a frenzy because of it.

"Daemon," I heave.

He presses a kiss on my cheek as my eyes close. Tears down to his hand on my neck.

He finally releases me once I've come undone around him. I shake violently as unholy sounds stream out of my lips. I relish in his continuous pounding, absolutely spent by his raw an relentless fucking.

It takes everything in him not to do as he was begged to. Still, Daemon prides himself in his self-control and pulls out, pumping himself with his hand, finishing on the sand beside him, imagining he was not as pathetic as he was in that moment.

I claw at the tree, trying to find my footing as my legs were still like jelly.

A moment passes and I finally manage to straighten myself up.

I turn to the ground beside me, seeing the wetness on the ground that was Daemon's seed. Suddenly, I feel ashamed by my treasonous words.

I turn around, catching Daemon tying his pants back up, "Dae-"

Daemon turns to me.

"My prince," I correct myself, "I-"

"Bring this to Lord Baratheon at once," Daemon cuts me off, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket the moment he was done sorting himself out.

I gulp the lump on my throat. I bite my lower lip tightly in an attempt to hold back tears.

Daemon steps over to me, grabbing my hand, placing his letter in it. His jaw clenches as he watches tears gush from my eyes. He does not make any attempts to soothe me.

I nod at him, knowing whatever comes out of my mouth would only be sounds that betray me.

You deserve better than me, Daemon wants to say. His pride will not allow it though, especially not his selfishness. He instead pulls away in such a manner that his hands brush all the way down to my finger tips. When he walks away, he tells himself not to look back. His self-control fails him in that moment.

I crumble to the floor, crying into the piece of paper in my hands.

Daemon clenches his fists tightly as he draws his gaze away.

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theloveoftoms · 2 years

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its alright - e. hunt x reader

summary: while staying over at your boyfriends house, you get your period. basically just ethan hunt being the gorgeous and perfect and comforting guy that he is.

t.w: periods, if that grosses you out, this probably isn the fic for you 🙄

a/n: hello lovlies!! I hope your all having a great day, and thank you so much for clicking on this post! it is seriously so cold where I live, there is snow and it feels kinda like Christmas🎅 the grammar in this is probably whack, thats because Im trying to write a history essay right now and all of my 'grammar-ly thoughts' are going into that. sooooo, enjoy whatever this story is! ✌️😚

Last night was the first time you had stayed over at your boyfriend, Ethan's house. Now of course you had slept over before, but last night was the very first time that the two of you had actually orchestrated plans for you to stay over. Instead of scavenging his bathroom cupboards for an extra toothbrush or some form of cleanser that wasn't a 3 in 1 wash for face, hair, body, groin, feet and lord knows what else, you had packed all of your cosmetics and a comfy pair of pjs to sleep in. However, you didn't exactly wear the pyjamas for very long upon your arrival.

When you woke up, it took you a moment to realize where you were. The feeling of Ethan's arm wrapped loosely around your waist and the sun filtering through the blinds in the way similar to that of a Monet painting reassured your busy mind as the memories from last night played over in your head. Fall was in full bloom outside, and you felt warm and safe beneath the covers. That is, until you moved from your side onto your back.

As you pivoted beneath the sheets you felt a unwanted but yet familiar gush in-between your thighs. Your heart rate began to rise, and the pit of your stomach began to sink as you noticed the damp sensation in your underwear. You slowly pulled back the sheets, shimming your hips up, revealing a red spot from where you had been sleeping. Sure the spot was small, but it still was a stain of blood in your boyfriend's light grey bedsheets.

You rolled your eyes, just great.

So confidently, you had slept in only your panties and one of Ethan's t-shirts, which had hit just below your waist. The one time you didnt actually sleep in a pair of cheap ratty Walmart sweatpants is the time when miss flo decided to pay a visit.

You cursed silently as you brought yourself up, sitting vertically in bed.

On the chair in the corner lay your small duffel with your belongings. You would rise from bed, grab a change of clothes, and head into the bathroom and change. After in a fresh pair of panties and a new oversized t-shirt courtesy of Ethan, you would crawl back into bed and pretend that this all was a dream. The only problem, was the bed sheets. What the hell were you going to do about those?

It seemed, the moment you thought about how to keep Ethan sleeping and somehow remove the soaked sheet, Ethan was already stirring. "y/n?" he mumbled, barely awake, his green eyes meeting with the sun for the first time today.

You ran a hand through his messy brown hair, reassuring him of your presence, "Shhh," you hushed him, in a tone that was somehow quieter than a whisper, "go back to sleep."

Ethan blinked a couple of times before bringing his eyes up to yours. "What's wrong?" he asked, perhaps noticing the sheets pulled around your waist or the worried look in your eyes. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, tugging the sheets up, "I got my period," you replied, saying that last work as if it were a curse. Even saying it made you want to crawl away and pretend like you didn't just leave a notable mark on your boyfriends pressed linen sheets.

You were so embarrassed. Yeah, of course Ethan knew you had a period, you were a woman of a certain age after all, but it was never something the two of you had ever really discussed before. Sure, in passing you might have companied about your cramps, or asked him to come lay on the couch with you, but you never had openly talked about it with him before, and for some reason, this made you nervous.

You brought your hands up to your face, rubbing them over your eyes in embarrassment. You felt so humiliated.

"Hey," Ethan said reassuringly, sitting up, reaching for your hands, lulling them down from your eyes, "its okay y/n. It's all natural."

You shook your head, still refusing to meet his gaze.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked, propping himself up on one of the pillows.

"A change of clothes?" he offered, "I can drive to Walgreens and pick up some pads if you need?"

You nodded, taking a hold of Ethan's hand, "That would be really nice Ethan," you said, offering him a gentle smile, "but thats not what I'm worried about."

Running a hand though his hair in the nonchalant way he always seemed to, "what is it then?" He spoke softly.

"I kinda leaked onto your sheets," you said, embarrassed, "Do you have a change?"

Ethan nodded, but before he could speak, you interjected, "I'm so sorry Ethan. This isn't how I wanted my first real time over here to end up."

Ethan took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a featherlight kiss on the back of your palm, "Waking up next to you is all I ever wanted," he spoke softly, "and I got to do that today y/n."

"So please," he begun gently, "let me help you."

"Go hop in the shower, change into one of my t-shirts and by the time you're done, the sheets will be changed and I will be back with some things from the pharmacy."

You looked up, finally meeting his gaze, "Ethan," you cooed, "what did I ever do to deserve you?"

...

So you did as Ethan wished. You showered, changed into his navy blue t-shirt that always seemed to bring out his eyes, and when you were done blowdrying your hair, Ethan was back with a whole bag of items.

"I wasn't too sure what to get," Ethan smiled, handing you a grocery bag that seemed to have perhaps a bit too much in it, "so I just got it all."

Sitting up in the chair opposite of the island, you peered into the bag, pulling out not one but three packs of pads and one case of tampons. Oh, and also, there was a heating pack, Tylenol, a small stuffed dog with eyes smilier to the colour of Ethan's, and enough candy and sweets for three months of time. You laughed whole heartedly, "Ethan," you smiled, pulling your boyfriend in by the collar of his jacket, "You're the best."

Ethan planted a kiss on your forehead, "Only for you."

#ethan hunt #mission impossible #ethan #ethan hunt x reader #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #love #romance

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nerdazzler · 10 months

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✨What I think you act like based on your favorite twst dorm✨

(This is all for shits and giggles people. None of this is meant to be taken seriously it’s just my opinion.)

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Heartslabyl

You either simp for riddle, Or kin him. No in between

You’re a pretty upbeat and cheerful person

You’re really cheerful and yet are also pretty shy and don’t talk to a lot of people, you have good friends though!

Okay I get it you like riddle 🥲 (god damn 😭)

50/50 y’all can bake (teach meeeeee)

Y’all can be pretty weird sometimes (dw me too 😌)

How them mommy issues workin out for ya? 😀

Ayo…any..any deuce kinnies looking for an ace kin wanna hmu 👀🤙 (jk jk…unless 👀 we can be friends 👉👈)

I’ll take a trey kinnie too (he says in riddle and cater kin ☺️🫶)

Savanaclaw

Either Leona simps,Stans, or kins

Where tf are all the jack ppl?!

Y’all think ruggie is a skrunkly and you love him to bits

#stanbrokehyenaboi

Y’all are the more cool laidback type (funny considering the amount of jocks in the dorm)

Very knowledgeable and wise about things, I like that about you guys!

You guys are also pretty funny, I like y’all!

Octavinell

you Kin azul. No questions.(Me too, bestie. me too.)

I love you guys, y’all are like SUPER chill.

You either have at least some knowledge of a random sea creature or have an interest in marine biology

How many of you ship JadeAzul? Because I’m sensing a good majority

Jade fans y'all in there too.

I NEED THE FLOYD FANS/STANS/ AND ESPECIALLY THE KINNIES TO STOP COMMENTING ON MY HEIGHT 😭🤚

I like y’all, you’re really laidback yet funny as shit

Some of the octavinell fans need to calm tf down (they are Minors 😨!!)

Wut you planning 🤨

Y’all be weird as shit sometimes (love it tho 🫶)

Show me ur art 👀

If you kin Floyd I as a riddle kin automatically fear you /j

Any jade kins wanna talk? (*poses in azul kin*😎👌)

Scarabia

I love y’all too! You guys are so fun to chat with

Y’all are the deep thinking type or the impulsive idea type

Jamil or Kalim. pick one, and you can’t say both. 😡

Y’all can sometimes be a lil unhinged I will admit-

How many Jamil apologists and defenders y’all got up in there? 🤭

#letkalimbesad fr

Where my fellow Kalim kin’s at!? (Dm meeee I wanna be friendsss 😚✌️)

…I’m also a Jamil kin too,,,(but more of a Kalim kin ☺️)

YOU GUYS COME UP WITH SOME OF THE COOLEST SHIT ISTG.

Pomfiore

WHERE TF MY POMFIORE PPL AT!?

I barely see y’all wtf 😨 (I Have literally never met a pomforie fan in my life so all of this is from observation)

You like vil. That’s all ima say.

YA’LL ROOK FANS BE WILDIN SOMETIMES LIKE GOD DAMN.

Yeehaw boy fans stand up.

You definitely have a cute looking artstyle. It’s cute but is hella well detailed.

Ignhyde

be my friend pls 🥹🙏

Y’all smart

You guys are so sweet

Can you share some of ur snacks pls 👀🤲 (I know you got a snack hoard.)

How many plushies you got🤨?

Y’all either actually like gaming, drawing. Or both (Mainly drawing tho.)

I’m assigning all the idia fans the song “Emo Boy” by Ayesha erotica (I do not support her) and you can’t tell me I’m wrong. BECAUSE I KNOW HOW SOME OF YA’LL BE ACTIN 🤨

Ortho fans where 🤔 (no I don’t mean simps*nastyass-* I mean people that genuinely like ortho’s character)

Diasomnia

y’all shy or really chill and barely talk to people and yet are some of the most interesting people to talk with

I don’t see a lot of you! Where y’all at?!

You either like malleus a lil too much or Lilia No in between.

Sliver Stan’s idk where y’all at 😟

Baul and general lilia fans STAND UP. I SEE YOU HIDING IN THE BACK OVER THERE. NO NO NO NO DONT YOU TRY TO RUN AWAY 😡

You. Nice, Amazing, Beautiful, Talented Human Being. Gimme a hug 🫂

I can be the Kalim to your silver *lip bites* /j

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spilledsinnamontea · 3 months

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Hey, Ann!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💚💚

I was wondering here: which ships are in your Top OTPs? And why you love them so much (if you want to share!)

OMG HI MONDO!!!! Happy (belated) valentine to you as well 💘💘💘 How are you?? I hope you are well!!!

Of course I want to share, I love oversharing about my ships HAHA. So here you go, a (short) list of my SNK OTPs:

LeviHan

(pretends to be shocked). No, but I'm not even kidding when I said that they live in my head 24/7 🤣 Everytime I do or see something, I would automatically connect it to Levihan. I just can't help it lol, I love them so much (both as a character and as a ship). Their relationship is mature and pure but fun at the same time. I mean, they embody all of my favourite tropes, so no suprise here. But idk, there are no other ships (that came before them or after them) that could alter my brain in the same way as them. They changed me fr, like something shifted inside me the moment I became a Levihan shipper. Hell, I even chose my uni major because of a Levihan fanfiction 💀 Not only that, my writings and English has improved a lot, and all of that merely because I want to write their fanfic LOL.

I've been a Levihan shipper since 2013 and I will continue to be one until I die. So yeah, expect to see more Levihan fanfiction for more decades to come 😚✌️

AruAni

They don't really live in my head 24/7 but I still think of them often. Also, they hold an important place in my heart since they are my first ship in SNK. Not only that, they are also special to me because they are THE ship that went from being considered as a crack ship to a canon one. LIKE IT WAS INSANE. I mean I've been an Aruani shipper since 2013 and so I knew how small the fandom were back then. Not only that, most of the SNK fandom saw AruAni as a crack shipper, but we were like, "No! They are not! (proceed to analyse the hell out of their interaction in the female titan arc)." 😀👍

So imagine how SHOCKED and ECSTATIC I WAS when all of these analysis and headcanons CAME TRUE. It took us almost a decade, but we finally got to say, "See guys? WE ARE NOT DELUSIONAL." I never been proud as a shipper HAHA. One of my biggest flex is to say that I've been an Aruani truther since 2013 😎

Okay now that I think about it, the only ships that I deeply care about are only the two above. I do like other ships, but only in a casual way (but I still gonna defend them though LOL), and those are:

YumiHisu

I used to be neutral with them but when that episode of Historia holding the passed out Ymir on her lap and said, "My real name is Historia", then they stared at each other eyes with such love???? BEAUTIFUL I SAY. Their dynamic and the way their characters arc intertwined with each other? Love it! I wished Isayama gave them a proper closure though :(

JeanKasa

Oh man, I actually have a lot of things to say about them but I'm gonna keep it brief🤐 I didn't ship them at the beginning, but as I grew up and as I tried to understand their characters, I found myself falling for JeanKasa and their potential. I feel they will have a healthy, mature, and loving relationship. I also like the way Jean showed his love to Mikasa (he's not selfish and he's not blinded by his love).

Well, that's all! But, before I end this ask, here are some honourable mentions: PokkoPiku, EreHisu, EreMin, and MikeNana.

Bonus: I actually like to play with the idea of Erwin and Marie, I even tried to explore them in my fic HAHA.

OK THAT'S ALL. SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG MONDO 😝 Thank you for the ask!! You made my day!!!!! I love you 💖💖💖

#asking for a tea #blue.txt #ah yes valentine day #a perfect day to think about your fictional ships #💘💘💘💘#omg mondo it's always nice seeing you in my notif and inbox!!!

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justmeinatree · 10 months

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this week’s update schedule (ft. sneak peeks) 😚✌️

tuesday : feeling it the most (louis)

“look at me,” louis groans into your mouth, eyes fixated on yours, that you can’t seem to open. he loves how intense this has become, but he can also feel that you’re getting tired. and this being his first experience, he really doesn’t want to push it too far. his hand makes its way onto your neck, just under your jaw, tightening his grip when you dont open your eyes, “open your eyes love.”

wednesday : just a little taste (harry)

your body shudders as his hair tickles along your skin, “should i tie it up ?” he hums quietly.

you manage a bit of a shrug, as best as you can in the position you’re in, “s’up to you. just tickles a bit.”

harry leans back into his kneeled position behind you, as he goes to grasp the hair tie around his wrist. holding it up with two fingers, he gets an idea, gently letting it snap back against his skin.

he hums quietly to himself, pulling the hair tie off his body and holds it taught between his index and his thumb. “do you trust me, poppet ?”

thursday : made of something new pt. 6 - sweden (niall)

but he’s angry. angry as fuck right now. because for the first time, he can’t take full advantage of being with you. the thing he needs from you tonight, for comfort, he can’t have. his safe space has been tainted for the first time since meeting you. and he’s not sure how to process that.

“i was just asking you a question. i can give you pain without leaving any marks,” you smile at him, twisting one of his nipples.

there you are. his safe space. always making things better, without even trying.

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 8 months

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We need a sir psycho sexy copypasta

A long, ⌛⌛⌛ long, ➖ long, ➖ long ⌛⌛⌛ time 🤣 ago 😅 Before 🤔 the wind, 🎐 before 😂 the snow 🎿 Lived a man, 👨‍🎤 lived a man 🦸🏾‍♂️ I 😞😍😍🥰😘😍 know 💭 Lived a freak 😂😜😝 of nature 🌈 named 🧨 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho 🤬 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho 🤬 Sexy 😇 that 😚💶🚅 is me 👈 Sometimes ✨ I 😀 find 👀 I 🙄 need 😋 to scream 😱 He's 👨 a freak ‼️🤪😳🥴🥰 of nature 🐝 But 😥 we 😬 love 🤣 him 👴 so He's 🚹 a freak 😂😜😝 of nature 🐞 But ✋ we 👩🌊 let 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧🙆💂 him 👴 go 🦟

Deep 😱 inside 💠 the garden 🏡 of Eden 😨🍎🏀 Standing 🚹 there 🦧 with my 🌽🥕 hard 😩 on 🔛 bleedin' There's 👀 a devil 👿 in 🛌 my 👀 dick 🥖🥒 and some 👱🏻‍♀️ demons 👹 in 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣1️⃣ my 🏿 semen Good 👌 God 🙏 no 😞🌈 that 😐🤔 would 🙏👉 be 👄 treason Believe 🙏 me 👰 Eve 🎉 she 👩 gave 🎁 good 👌 reason 🤔 Booty looking 👀👀🙆👀 too 🤷‍♀️ good 👍 not 🚯 to be 🎮 squeezin' Creamy ☁️ beaver hotter 👏🏼🍨 than 👧 a fever 🤧 I'm 🤣 a givin' 'cause 💋 she's 👩 the receiver 📞 I 😬 won't 😧😏😏 and I 💫 don't ✋ hang 👜 up 🤸‍♀️🔊 until 🍏 I 😳 please 🙏 her 💭🚺🚺 Makin' 😩 her 👩 feel 💋💋 like 🎅 an over 🤬 achiever I 😀😀😀 take 😤 it away 😇 for 6️⃣9️⃣ a minute ⏰ just 😔 to tease 🍾 her 🙄🙄🧐 Then 😮 I 🏿🏼 give 🎁🚨 it back 🤚⬅️ a little 🤔 bit 😁 deeper Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 🥖👌🏼🏼👍 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 👍 (he's ✅ the man 👨‍👧 that 🚇 I 💰 met 👄 one 👆🤓 time) ⌚ Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 🌴🎲👗⛔ (he's 😗🅰️ the man 🦂 that 🔀 left ⬅️ me 🤣🤣 blind) Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 😏 (he's 🚹 the man 👨‍🏭 he's 🚹 the man 🦂 he's 💁‍♂️ the man) 👨‍✈ Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 🕢👩‍👩‍👧👏🏻👠 (yeah) 💁🤷 He's 👨 a freak ‼️🤪😳🥴🥰 of nature 🐌 But 🤔 we 🌽 love 😍 him 👴👨 so He's 💁‍♂️ a freak ‼️🤪😳🥴🥰 of nature 🌋 But ✋🏽 we 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 let 🧑🏻‍🤝‍🧑🏽 him 👨 go 🦗

I 🏼🏼 got 😩 stopped by 😺 a lady 👵👒 cop 👮 In 🎻🎻🎻 my 👄 automobile 🚗 She 👩‍🔬 said 🗣️ get 🙌🏼 out 😤 and spead your 👈 legs 👐 And then 🙊🐵 she 👱‍♀️ tried 👀 to cop 🚔🚔👨🏽 a feel 💓 That 😐 cop 👮 she 🥰 was all 🤠 dressed 👖 in 👆 blue 👖 Was she 🧏 pretty? 💅💃 Boy 👨‍👧‍👦 I'm 👈 tellin' you ✌️ She 🙇 stuck 🧍💆‍♂️ my 😀 butt with her 👩 big 😏 black ⚫ stick 😶📏 I 👏 said, 🙊 "What's 🤔 up?" 🙅😍 now 📅 suck 🐓 my 👨👨 dick 🔥 Like 👬 a ram 🐐 getting 🉐 ready 😏 to jam the lamb She 👩 whimpered just ❗ a little 💖 when 😂🕕 she 👩🏼 felt ✋🏻 my 🧜🏻‍♀️ hand 👭 On 🏽🏽 her 👩 crotch so very 📈✅ warm 🔅 I 🚫 could 🔮 feel 💓 her 👩 getting 💯 wet 🌊🌊 through 🪀 her 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ uniform 🥋 Proppin' her 👩 up 🤸‍♀️🔊 on 🔛 the black ⬛ and white ◽💮 Unzipped and slipped, 😮 "Ooh, 🦟 that's 👨👉 tight" 😻 I 😊 swatted her 💃 like 🏩 no 😣 swat team �� can 🥫 Turned 🔄🔄 a cherry 🌸 pie 🥧 right ☝🏽 into 🚪 jam Sir 👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 👨 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 😜 (I'm 🙅‍♂️ the man 👨‍⚕ that 💪 you 👈 met 👄 one 🔂 time) 🥰 Sir 👨👨👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 🎖️😔 Psycho, 🤬 yeah ✨ (I'm 💂🏿 the man 👨‍💼 that 🤩 will 🤔 leave 🍃🍀 you 🦎 blind) Sir 🎖️😔 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 👨 Psycho, 🤬 yeah ✅😜 (I'm 👱👏 the man, 👱 I'm 😂😂 the man, 🤦‍♂ I'm 😂😂 the man) 🌊😗 Sir 👨 Psycho, 🤬 Sir 🎖️😔 Psycho, 🤬 yeah 😎

Hello 👋 young 👶🏿 woman 👧 that 😻 I 🙍🚫 love 💞 Pretty 💅 punk rock 🥌 mama 🧍‍♀️ that 😔😐 I'm 💘 thinking 🤔 of Hold 👬👬 me 🏿 naked if you 🧘🏾 will 🎀 In 😳 your 😈 arms 💪 in 👉 your 👇 legs 🏊🕺 in 🧚🏻 your 👣 pussy 🍂🐱 I'd 🙏 kill 🚿 To be 👎😨 with you, 😳 to kiss 😗 with you, 👨🏻👈 I 👀 do 👀 miss 🧍‍♀️ you 💃🕺 I 👀 love 😍 you 😕🏿 Lay me 🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️ down, 👇🔽 lay me 😳😟 down, ⬇️ lay me 🚩 down, 🔻 lay me 😩 down 🔻 Lay me 🙋🏽 down, 👇 lay me 💻 down, 📉 lay me 🧼 down, 📩 lay me 🤲 down 👎 Descending waves 🏄 of graceful pleasure 🙏 For 💯 your 👉✋ love 💖 there 👉 is no ✨ measure 💅 Her 👩 curves they 💁 bend with subtle 🤔👌👌 splendor Now 🕥 I 😀 lay me 🚏 down 📷 to sleep 😴 I 🎧 pray 🏃 the funk will 💫🌸🧚🏻 make 💃 me 💁😙 freak 😂😜😝 If I 🧍 should 👫 die 💀 before 😺 I 😊 waked Allow 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦🎫🎫 me 👊🤰👏 Lord 👑 to rock 👩‍🎤 out 🤬🤬 naked Bored 😒 by 😡 the ordinary 🔬🧫🔭🧠 time 🕓 to take 💅 a trip 🚞 Calling 📞 up ⏫ a little 🐭 girl 🚶🏼 with a bull ♉ whip ✋👊🏄‍♂️ Lickety split 🕺🏻 go 👩‍🦲 snap, 📷 snap 📷 Girl ♀️ gettin' 💯 off 🥵 all 😩 in 🤖 my 💁🏽 lap The tallest tree 🌲 the sweetest sap Blowin' my 🎸 ass 😐 right ☝🏽 off 🎮 the map 📍 Ooh 😳 and it's nice 🔥 out 😛 here 🥵 I 😀 think 💭 I'll 😡 stay 💒 for 4️⃣ a while ⌚🙄

Feel free to spread this everywhere

#most attractive 90s musician #asks #emojipasta #copypasta #red hot chili peppers #somehow “ass 😐” is the funniest part of this whole thing

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sarahhelpimsinking · 10 months

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Warm heart even warmer hands pt 1

So it’s 12 am at my cabin 😝 and I ran out of books and my google docs work without internet so here, also I know nothing about how the actual law works or injury’s so here’s this steaming pile of twilight crap this Takes place in new moon 😚✌️ also this is literally just me like the description and what not and also all my fics the characters from Alaska because I am ( I posted this days after I wrote it)

I’m running, fast. The branches are ripping at my arms scratching me, I’m gasping for air, damn I knew skipping PE was going to come back and bite me in the ass. I don’t know where my friend had gone I hope she was all right, I could hear him behind me catching up. I was weaving between trees blood dripping down my face. HE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME his hand gripped my shoulder and I had no other defenses so I whipped around and launched my self at him, he grunted and we hit the ground rolling and fists hitting skin, my glasses fell off in the chaos. He was a full grown man with a knife and I was a scared unfit girl. We were about the same weight though, his fist cought my head and my ear rang I brought my fist up and hit him in the nose,blood poured, he somehow got me on my back and was now sneering at me I screamed before a slap to the face cut me off. He leaned in close, his breath smelled foul “stupid bitch” fight or flight was in hyper drive now, i craned my neck up and slammed my head so hard into his that pain splintered my vision. He screamed and rolled off blood pouring from both of our faces,

I rolled up as fast as I could my vision blurry and shaky, not having my glasses made this much worse and I tried to make another run for it. He must have gotten up and his knife made contact with my arm, I let out a sound between a yelp and a scream but I just grabbed my arm and sped up. I was now running faster then I ever have in my life adrenaline keeping me going. I made it to the edge of the forest that leads to la push beach close to sam uleys house. He was still behind me I screamed SAM and made a sharp turn in the sand up the little road to his house. As I was booking it up the road I saw people on the porch but I couldn’t make it out without my glasses on, they saw me and I screamed HELP as the man reached me again, he launched himself at me and I fought like hell both of us grunting in pain he slammed my hand Into the ground and I bit the shit out of his arm and elbowed his stomach, he only got in another punch before a buff native boy pulled him off me more surrounded us and beat the hell out of him and knocked him out. I was swiftly picked up by one of them, which was no easy feat I was 250 pounds and 5’8. My vision was going in and out and I could hear them talking to me. All I could mutter was “holy shit” that last hit had my head swimming, I was set on a couch I think, I looked up and woman was crouching next to me talking, she had scars all over her face but even those couldn’t dampen her soft beauty, Emily I think her name was I met her once awhile ago, it was like my ears were filled with cotton, they were ringing. I closed my eyes for a bit and the ringing stopped. She was no longer in front of me but beside me with a med kit, I looked at her and her eyes were wide with concern “ are you okay?” She asked.“no I said scratchily “not really” Sam now reappeared with a bunch of the boys “ok, y/n Right? I nodded “ what happened ” I swallowed panickedly suddenly aware of what just happened I opened my mouth and just started rambling “ I was just at my friends house and we were walking through the woods messing around, and this guy just showed up out of know where acting bat shit craz, he launched himself at me and my friend ran to get help.” I said on the verge of tears started to hyperventilate with reopened panic. I felt Emily hand on my arm rubbing small circles on my skin soothingly. Sam looked at me anger and simpithy in his gaze “ we called the police they should be here soon but do you feel like you have any broken bone or anything really wrong?” I shook my head “me head just hurts I said in a strained voice, the lights were dancing infront of my eyes and I couldn’t see clearly. One of the boys I think his name was Jacob, Bella talks of him constantly asked “ how far away is your friends house we should go check on her” I looked up and tried to think “ uh it’s close to the gas station like a mile away from it” then I shook my head “ I’m sorry I can’t remember the address” alright we will go and check up on her” Emily then shooed the boys out and tried to tend to my wounds while cooing at me softly, I really liked her, she smelled like cinnamon and a fire place. When I heard sirens I stood up at her protest and tried to walk to the door but it was more like limping all the adrenaline had worn off and now I was hurting.. badly. I pushed open the screen door and saw Charlie I immediately pushed my self into his arms crying, he hugged me tight. Charlie was a fimaliar face in all of this

and I couldn’t help but cling to him, I’m friends with Bella swan his daughter and he’s also my dads bestfriend. He loaded me up in his cruiser and raced me to the hospital.

The next couple hours were a blur, I had a very severe concussion a sprained wrist and a large gash on my head and arm. Luckily they weren’t very deep. They kept me over night, my friend that was with me, Mary, was alright just shaken up. She had called the police when she made it back to her house.

I was taken home the following morning and boy was I glad, I was so bored and the nurse had bad vibes. My mom and dad were hysterical hugging me and crying and just felt so detached like it hadn’t really happened, I knew I would have to deal with this new trauma sometime but not now. I know this is so shallow but after I came to my senses as I was lying there in the hospital bed all I could think about was how bad I must have looked and how GOOD all those la push boys looked, it’s mortifying to think about the state I must have been in, well that I’m in I still hadn’t been able to shower and I was in a hospital gown. Eventually my mom and dad took me home, my mom was hovering and I guess that’s to be expected, I took a shower and brushed my hair and changed into pajama pants and i put on my favorite maroon hoodie, my glasses had broke when it all went down, so I had my backup old pair which wasn’t my full prescription but better then nothing. My head of curly hair was a total and absolute mess when I looked in the mirror before my shower, in fact all of me was, my hair was matted with blood and my forehead had a deep cut and bruises were blooming along my skin. I was able to have today to rest but tomorrow I had to go in for my statement but that’s for another day today I was going to pass out in my own bed and sleep for the next 15 hours.

#Paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight imagine #bella swan #embry call #jacob black imagine #twlight

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