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All it takes is a little nudge
You're sitting at your desk in the office in the middle of boringly normal workday when you go to slightly adjust your posture
In doing so your clothes just barely brush against your pussy
At first you think nothing of it, but the fuse has already been lit
A few minutes later you feel a little fidgety and readjust, another slight brush
You fidget again and again and you wonder where this feeling of restlessness is coming from
You readjust your posture again to get back in the groove but all it does is give your pussy another gentle caress
With the change in posture you finally think you're fine and safe, and then you realize that your pussy has started to tingle and is a little wet
Almost without realizing it you start readjusting again but this time you don't stop and instead start moving back and forth slightly to rub yourself just a little
Anyway, it's not like a small edge would hurt, right?
This sates you for a short while but you soon find yourself slowly making bigger and bigger movements against your pussy
Before long you're having to bite your lip to stop your naughty sounds from being heard as instead of this rubbing taking the edge off it's instead making you hornier and more needy
You take one look around your desk to see if anyone is around, and after seeing the coast is clear, you bring your hand down to give your cunt something proper to edge itself with
The lids of your eyes start drooping as you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure, you unknowingly lose a bit of your control as your whimpering starts escaping the quickly failing resolve to restrain the sounds of your arousal
Quickly bringing yourself to the edge of orgasm, it's just a few more moments and you'll get the pleasurable release you've been craving. You feel yourself get so close, getting right to edge. You know this will feel so good. Just a few more humps on your hand and the sweet release is yours. Just as you begin to start tipping over the edge...
A meeting reminder dings and snaps you out of your bliss. You quickly pull your hand away and smooth over your clothes before getting up and walking into a conference room
#cicle fantasy#my first story#please give feedback#brain training#mind conditioning#good slvt#edging kink#edging and denial#pleasure conditioning#corruption kink#mind corruption
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✨ Look for the Light Masterlist ✨
Decided to do a mood board for my fic “Look for the Light” 🩵 It’s on A03 as well and has a playlist. This one is a slow burn, action packed, twisty ride. I hope you enjoy! Their relationship is absolutely canon 😍 This is my very first fic, and I put my entire heart and soul into it and have been working on it for six months. I am so over the moon with how well this story came out and am just so proud of it 🥰 This is forever my baby, and I cannot wait to continue my writing and more Joel fics! I hope you enjoy this beautiful work of art I have put together. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 😊
- Rating: Explicit (18+ only MDNI)
- Word Count: 187,394
- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him? (This fic is in both Aly and Joel’s POV)
- Tags: Angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, attempted sexual assault, kidnapping, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v, gratuitous smut, joel x fem! reader, original character, protective Joel, anxiety, ptsd, sexual tension, mutual pining, eventual smut, younger female/older man, grumpy Joel, death, violence
This is me trying is so Joel coded, and I got a lot of inspiration in this story from this song 🩵
Chapter 1: Introductions
Chapter 2: Escaping
Chapter 3: Knife Practice
Chapter 4: Rock & Roll Hall of Fame
Chapter 5: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
Chapter 6: Panic Attacks and Blue Eyes
Chapter 7: What You Say Goes
Chapter 8: Thunderstorms and Heartbreak
Chapter 9: Safe, In My Arms
Chapter 10: Bow and Arrow Lessons
Chapter 11: Vacancy in a Cabin
Chapter 12: Taken
Chapter 13: David’s Territory
Chapter 14: What Town!
Chapter 15: Held Hostage
Chapter 16: Stay With Me
Chapter 17: Your Hand In Mine
Chapter 18: Slow Dancing In a Burning Room
Chapter 19: Back to the Lodge
Chapter 20: Taking David Down
Chapter 21: Burn It Down, Burn It All Down
Chapter 22: Liars
Chapter 23: Finding Ellie
Chapter 24: Welcome to Jackson
Chapter 25: Slow Hands
Chapter 26: You Are In Love
Chapter 27: Bubble Baths and Sweet Affections
Chapter 28: Guitar Lessons and Heart Strings
Chapter 29: Complications
Chapter 30: Protecting What’s Yours
Chapter 31: This Love
Epilogue : Proposal
Epilogue Pt II: Wedding Day
Soft - Extra little piece I wrote about Joel being in love
Trailer for my series 🥰
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It’s bordering on two weeks since Hargrove’s arrival at Hawkins High, when Steve realizes he’s crushing on the guy. Like—‘doodling hearts in the margins of his books and racking up a list of things he likes about him’ type crushing.
They’ve barely interacted after that night at the party. Outside of social gatherings, they just run in different circles; Steve, filling his time with Robin and occasionally third-wheeling Nancy and Jonathan, while Billy hangs out with the more popular crowd.
Their schedules also don’t overlap despite the blonde taking a number of senior-level classes, with the exception of gym and lunch.
The list though, is still so painstakingly long. Ego-stroking-ly lengthy. Embarrassingly indulgent, all on his behalf.
Steve would much rather nosedive into the quarry, than divulge too deeply into it with anyone.
Especially around or to the guy’s actual face, at the risk of Billy’s head becoming too big for his body (even though Steve thinks he’d make an adorable bobble head). Or you know, worse— like him, getting absolutely brained in front of everyone.
Which must say a lot about him as a person because apparently, this is his type. Beautiful, angry, conceited boys.
Regardless, there are some objective mentions on his list though.
Things that the general public would agree on, like Billy’s Michelle-Pfeiffer curls; loose and wavy but so, so golden.
His eyes are a close second, of course because Steve’s seen a lot of bright blues but Billy’s remind him of the vacation he’d spent in Aruba, as a kid. Remind him of a horizon-kissed vastness and warm water lapping at his ankles on a private beach.
The public also agrees that Billy’s got a banging body. He’s thicker than most because he actually gives a shit and ‘works out religiously’ but it’s not all muscle. His abdomen and thighs are firm but his pecs and ass have the right amount of give. A perfect amount of softness.
Steve would know because he’s had to will away many boners at the sight of them.
And Billy’s funny in a witty, sarcastic way. He grins toosharptooprettytoobright and dangerous. He’s smart too, like taking mostly AP classes smart and he’s smug about it all because he knows he’s hot shit. Of course, the bastard is self aware. Cocky. Steve likes him so much. Wants him so bad that it’s dizzying, sickening.
So yeah, there’s stuff that everyone can agree on but then….then, there’s whatever this is.
This being the two penny-sized indents at the base of Billy’s spine. Symmetrical and just defined enough for average eye to discern.
When Steve sees them for the first time though, he promptly drops the basketball in his hands. In front of everyone. During fucking gym class. Purely out of shock.
He catches himself within the same breath and quickly looks away.
Swallows.
Ignores the pointed look that Patrick sends him for flaking out, mid-pass, like some kind of freak and looks around cooly.
Because Billy Hargrove has dimples of venus.
Affectionately dubbed a sign of beauty by Michelangelo. Famed after the Greek goddess’ simulacrum. Called dimples of Apollo on men, which suits Billy all the more, in Steve’s opinion.
The sun child.
Flushed with life. Deserving of avid worshippers. A being deserving of wax poetic. Glittering, dazzling, vibrant and the Camaro, his chariot.
And he knows this because dimples are like, his freckles. His glasses. His braces. They’re a niche, little thing that he finds just devastating. Achingly cute. Nancy has a pair of them near her laugh lines that he would kiss everyday and prod at, endeared.
So he ambles on through practise a little out of breath and red in the face with his newfound knowledge.
Watches Billy jog over to the locker room with everyone else at the end; skin slick and sweat pooling at the divots of his waistband. Tempting.
He stands back and feigns trying to catch his breath, his hands on his knees. Eyes the younger boy’s retreating form from up through his hair. Imagines hooking his thumbs into the depressions of his flesh.
Relishes in the thought of splaying his hands across the width of his waist.
Feels his mouth go dry and a rush of white heat surging south.
Licks his lips absentmindedly as his cock aches to life and makes the decision to skip the locker room schtick, save anyone realizing he’s sporting a half chub.
Instead, he grabs his backpack and heads out to his car. The parking lot is mostly empty by the time he gets there and devoid of anyone interested in him enough to wave him over. He tosses his stuff into the backseat of the Beemer and speeds off before anyone can catch up to him.
It’s a short drive to his house but he spends it envisioning Billy in all sorts of compromising positions. Thinks about the flush on his skin when he plays and the heat in his eyes— wonders how easily he gives in; loud-mouth turned soft and pliant at the faintest hint of pleasure.
He barely makes it inside before shucking his bag off and stripping himself bare of sweat-sticky clothes. In the same breath, he’s fisting a too damp hand around his cock and hissing at the near painful throb. His only relief comes from the coldness of the door against his back as he slumps against it.
Precum beads at the flushed head and he gathers it all on the upstroke to ease the glide. Squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that honeyed galaxies explode behind the lids and he can’t think.
Can’t think about the consequences of jerking off to someone he sees damn near everyday. Doesn’t care enough to avoid the impending embarrassment.
Why would he? Instead, he thinks of Billy laid out beneath him, all pretty and flushed and glittering; his eyes wet with unshed tears and ruddy lower lip between his teeth as he looks over his shoulder at him. Imagines the roughness of his voice and his muscles all pulled taut as Steve knocks the air out of his lungs with each slam of his cock.
He fucks into the tight ‘o’ of his hand, already so goddamn close and conjures up the image of twin dips. Wants to paint pearlescent white across the bronze expanse of Billy’s back; let it pool where he is favored by the Gods.
The thought has him biting back a moan as he grinds into the slickness of his hold. The heat in his gut expands so greatly, so suddenly, that his hips flex with the intensity of it. Until finally,
it snaps.
Like a star beneath the pressures of gravity; with all the strength and ferocity of a supernova. And he’s spilling all over his hand in a few stiff, jerky thrusts and breathing out a low, garbled “Fuck, Billy— shitshitshit.”
And God, he’s so screwed.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#stranger things#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy hargrove smut#steve harrington smut#harringrove smut#writing#mine#gay pride#autistic steve harrington#pining#crushing#boys in love#my first story#drabble#pretty boys#pretty blonde
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Enid: Can you come here, little one?
*Wednesday looks up from her typewriter and if looks could kill Enid would be 6ft under the school*
Wednesday: LITTLE one, you say?
Enid: Weds you're shorter than me that's for sure.
Wednesday: It will be easier for me to kick you in a shin, that's for sure.
*Wednesday did not pout, she didn't and if Enid says to anyone that she saw it Wednesday will go back on her threat. No witnesses no proof after all*
Enid: Aww babe, don't sulk.
*Enid knew the tease would result in some kind of reaction so in that moment she was grateful that Wednesday knew how to handle knifes otherwise -she fears- she would be dead when Wednesday flicked her wrist -without looking at her- and a knife was stuck besides Enid's head*
My first time writing... I hope it's alright and to someone's taste. First and foremost English isn't my first language so excuse me if there was a mistake yall can correct me in the comments, respectfully of course. I won't be doing those often only when an idea strucks me.
#lgbtq#lesbian#wednesday x enid#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#Enid being a menace#wednesday netflix#wednesday fic#Wednesday short#fyp#for you#fypage#fypシ#wednesday is soft for enid#my first story#did i do good
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Desire.
I was so excited, I had just gotten a phone call from my agent that I had landed my first lead role on stage. Stanley in “ a streetcar named desire”
The role was famously played but the great and hot Marlon Brando in his prime. I was so excited , but my agent said they had one note for me. I had the acting down and I was handsome but I needed to but more manly.
Now, I’m gay but I’m not exactly prancing round. But I guess I’m not going to be cutting down trees anytime soon. Bobby is my name and acting is my game, not labour.
Masculine I needed help with. The good news is they had a coach for me, he worked with Hugh Jackman to take this song and dance man, to cigar chomping action hero.
So I head to this dodgy part of town. You know how in a horror movie they’re fog sitting around and distant animal noise and you yell RUN at the screen. This is what I was looking at but in a back ally. As I knock on the door I’m hit in the back of the head and drop to the ground.
I wake up strapped to a table, I can’t move nothing and there is a giant screen directly in front of my face. As I go to scream for help I hear a voice behind my say. Class is in session.
the screen springs to life and images of rough and tough burly men are playing in succession in front of me. Truck drivers, wrestlers lumberjacks burley men, hairy men. In between words flash so quickly on the screen I barely recognise them. Like MAN. HARD. WORK. TOUGH. SMOKE. It all so quickly I don’t know what to do, I can’t close my eyes and can’t block it out.
I feel a needle in my arm, I go to wince but can’t move. My eye go back to the screen. MANS MAN. CIGAR. FIGHT. FUCK. HAIRY. MUSK. DIRT. WORK.
I feel my muscles start to tense. Like I have been at the gym for hours…..no not the gym. Working I’ve been for years. Chopping trees and working on cars. I feel my chest inflate and my legs start to chunk up. Like the tree trunks I cut down.
Man I’m thirsty, I could go a water. A water….would do nothing. I need a beer. Beer is the only thing that is gonna help this feeling.
MANS MAN. FIGHT. DRINK. SMOKE. CIGAR.Wo FUCK. FUCK HARD. WOMEN. PUSSY.
images turn from guys like me to women , naked. Big breast, hands rubbing up and down to her thick wet juicy pussy.
I feel my dick getting hard. This isn’t right I’m gay. I like cock and eating Ass, eating ……..Pussy. Hot wet Juicy pussy, having them suck my big chokeable cock.
FUCK. DRINK.FUCK.CIGAR.FUCK.WORK. FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.FUCK.
Three weeks later. No one had heard from Bobby. He is due in the rehearsal room to start Streetcar to become Stanley.
The door bangs and standing there is Bob. Bobs not used to this a touchy feely stuff. He is used to working, and working hard, but when he saw what they were going to pay him to pretty much be himself on stage. He thought fuck it. He took another drag on his cigar, wiped his hands and strode into the room. Stanley was there.
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LA Knight x fem!reader
Summary: reader struggles with nightmares and they've gotten worse while her boyfriend (LA Knight/real name Shaun Ricker) was on the road. But now he's finally back home.
Notes: This is the first thing I wrote in YEARS! Crossed my mind while I couldn't sleep for the exact same reason and then it basically wrote itself. This might be bad, I don't know. Just wanted to put that out there. I used his real name (mainly because I think it's weird when he's called "LA" or "Knight"...like...c'mon 😅) but it's only mentioned like two or three times.
tw: Nightmares but nothing specific. Possibly bad english, since it's not my native language.
The Shaun Squad: @romanthereigns @cellard0ors @readysetkissmyass @codyswhitebelt
"C'mon baby, time for bed." He said entering the living room after taking a long ass shower. He's finally home again and that's always one of the first things he does.
"Mhm. Just wanna finish watching this movie."
He furrowed his brows, looking at the TV... "Girl that movie isn't even halfway through and you know it word by word..."
"So? I like it. It's one of my favorites."
"Yeah I know it is. And I also know that you always come back to it when you're not feeling good..." he said while he was walking over to the couch, sitting down right next to me.
"That is not tr-"
"Nah nah...stop it. Tell me what's going on baby."
"Look at me...please."
I couldn't...I knew I would start crying...So I just blankly stared to the floor.
He softly grabbed my chin, turning my head in his direction.
The moment my eyes met his I could feel the tears starting to build...
"Baby what's wrong? Why don't you wanna go to -" and with that it dawned on him. He wrapped his arms around me and my tears started falling while I was hiding my face against his shoulder.
He slowly stroked my back with one hand while the other one was at the back of my head.
"Why didn't you tell me that they're back again babe?"
"You would've just been worried and I didn't want that. And there wasn't anything you could've done about it anyway" I half said, half sobbed my answer.
"I would've come home sweetheart, you know that!"
"I do, but I didn't want you to do that just because I have nightmares like a stupid little child..."
"Stop that. We both know that your dreams are nothing like those of children. Hell Stephen King could learn from them..."
I chuckled with my tears still falling.
"You're an idiot."
"Why? I'm serious. You two should meet someday, I'm sure this man could use some ideas. You could earn a shit load of money." I could hear that he was smiling like a dumbass.
I looked up at him and he brushed my hair out of my face. His hand stayed at my cheek where his thumb slowly caressed it.
"I've missed you so much..." he said before he pressed his lips onto mine.
"I've missed you too..." I whispered before the tears slowly started streaming down my face again. He wiped them away and looked into my eyes.
"I'm here now baby. You're not alone. I'll be right beside you, no matter what. Let's go to bed, okay?" I just nodded my head...
He reached behind me to grab the remote and turned off the TV. Then he picked me up like I was weighing nothing and carried me to our bedroom. He sat me down, helped me out of my hoodie and sweatpants and then crawled to his side of the bed, which was painfully empty for the last three weeks. I cuddled right into him and he put the blanket over both of us, securing me with his arms.
As he was stroking my back and playing with my hair I finally felt safe again. Between kisses to my head and forehead he kept quietly talking to me.
"It's gonna be okay baby. I'm right here and I love you so much. I'll make sure you're safe. Nobody's gonna hurt you."
I slowly drifted into sleep, absolutely exhausted from the nights that were laying behind me...
Hours later it started...again...I was terrified and scared to death...there was nowhere to go...no way out of this hell...
Then I heard it...someone was calling my name...but it wasn't them...it was...
"SHAUN!!!" I shot up! I didn't quite realize I was awake yet, still haunted by what I just went through, almost dripping of sweat.
"Hey baby it's okay! It's okay! I'm right here! You're safe! No one's hurting you." There he was, sitting right beside me, trying to completely snap me back to reality...
"Hey hey baby breathe! It's okay. I'm okay. Look at me, I'm fine. Nobody did anything to me, okay?" He held me by my shoulders, trying to convince me that I escaped. I looked at him and started sobbing. He held me to his chest and just let me cry it out, telling me that everything's fine and I'm gonna be okay.
"Shaun! You... He... He was... and then you... but I..."
After a while he asked "You wanna talk about it?" I rapidly shook my head and wrapped my arms around him even tighter. "That's okay, you don't have to. Want something to drink?" Only then I realized how dry my throat was... I nodded "Yes please..." "Okay I'll be right back princess." He kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen only to return with a large cup shortly after. "Thank you" I said and drank half of it in one swing.
"You feel better now?" He asked while he was holding my hand.
"A little...thank you...and sorry..."
"Baby we've been over this...there is nothing to be sorry about! Let's get you cleaned up a little, okay?" With my hand still in his, he guided me to the bathroom and started the shower.
We got back into our bed and immediately cuddled up again, his arms holding me close to make sure I feel safe.
"Wash that sweat off real quick, I'll get you some new clothes." he said with a kiss to my forehead. And so I did. When I stepped out of the shower he was already waiting with a towel. He wrapped it around me and helped drying me off. I put on the clothes he got me and he grabbed my face with both hands, looking straight into my eyes. "I love you so much baby." he said and leaned down to kiss me. Once we finally broke apart he took my hand again, guiding me back to our bedroom. "Let's get back to sleep, okay?"
But this time...I was dreaming of him...and a little mini Shaun running around his legs while he was holding an even smaller mini me...For the first time in a long time I wished for one of my dreams to come true...
"I am so proud of you baby. I promise you I won't let anybody hurt you. I love you so much." "I love you too" I answered as I could already feel myself drifting back to sleep again.
Guys...just let me tell you I was SOBBING!
I hope it's not as bad as it feels to me 😅
Will I write more? I have absolutely no idea...got some tough shit waiting ahead of me...we'll see...
#la knight#shaun ricker#la knight x reader#my first story#wwe#la knight fanfic#nightmares#fluffy shit#I want this#Someone please get me this man
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I have a fever and suddenly my mind came up with a story. I have never written any fiction so please be kind in your comments <3
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The shadow.
You never believed in monsters under your bed as a kid. You never felt them, heard them, or were scared of them. But it seems something went wrong with the monster distribution system, and now, as an adult, you start to hear weird things under your bed as you fall asleep.
One night, you go out for drinks with some friends and that loosened up your tongue (and your brain) enough to blurt out: "I think I have a monster under my bed".
A few laugh, but one friend suddenly gets very serious and pulls you apart. She says: "you have to be sure about it, check it immediately when you get home tonight".
You agree and she sends you a very meaningful look across the room as she grabs her coat and leaves.
The conversation continues in another direction, but your friend's response keeps coming back to you. You decide to follow her example and head home, wondering what you will find once you start looking.
It's part midnight when you enter your house, and all shadows seem to be in their rightful place. Those few drinks are wearing off and You start wondering if you have imagined everything from the nights before and get ready for bed as usual. You almost fall asleep, until you remember your friends voice and the look on her face.
Your first instinct is to grab your phone and use the flashlight to take a look, but then again, that might chase it away, as all the stories you hear always hear with parents turning on the lights and finding nothing.
Another plan then. You tie up your hair (don't want to be dragged somewhere before you know what you're dealing with right?) And as you lie on your stomach on the bed, you slowly lower your head until you can look at the shadows below. At first you see nothing but shadows, but then you are convinced the shadows grew two slightly lighter spots, and blinked.
You pull yourself fully back on the bed and roll on your back, only half believing your own eyes. Telling yourself you didn't have that much to drink and you're not crazy, you lower your head again. Your eyes meet and you say "Hello". The shadow with the eyes comes closer, but you still can't really see a shape, only shadows that are deeper than they should have been.
"What's your name?" You know it's a silly question. First of all, you're talking to the monster under your bed. Second of all, why would it even speak a language you both understand? Or have a name? The shadow tilts it eyes and growls. You wonder if you're doing the right thing, but your curiosity has always been bigger than your fear.
It also didn't attack you yet, and that's a good sign, right?
The shadow seems to be taking a shape, becoming a bit smaller. "Can you come out from under the bed?" You ask, "it's not comfortable having your head upside down for so long". The eyes move around until you're convinced they are also upside down. As you slowly pull back your head, you don't lose eye contact as the shadow moves forward.
Looking down, you see the shadow. It really is smaller now than before. You can almost see it's shape, with the eyes a few shades lighter than the rest of the head, a hint of fangs (were they always there?) And two paw-like things holding on to the side of your bed.
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"Can I pet you?" You say, as you gingerly lower your hand in the direction of the head. You stop when you feel it's breath and hold your own. It sniffs a few times and before you know it, it bumped its face against your hand.
You could have sworn this thing did not look or sound like a cat when it was still under the bed. You decide to text your friend: "Have made friends with the monster, talk tomorrow?". She was the one who put you up to this anyway. So let's see if she's got some answers.
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Moriuchi brothers
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MY FIRST STORY's Twitter/X update following VS at Tokyo Dome
#maifasu#my first story#myfas#vs#one ok rock#oor#10969#tokyo dome#oor vs mfs#mfs vs oor#one ok rock vs my first story#my first story vs one ok rock
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Ok, I had inspiration, I had written this story before (without ever finishing it in the end lol) but it was deleted from my phone last year and I got very depressed with it to try to remember everything i wrote, but I remembered the general idea, I have to go through several old notebooks but this is the beginning, it is the first thing I have written that I publish, And I'm very nervous, but anyway, here it is
Laura.
Run...
Don't stop for anything...
It was a constant sound in her head to the rhythm of her steps at full speed along the street illuminated by the light poles.
It was cold, and she felt like if every time she breathed, small shards of ice were created in her throat; she wanted so badly to stop, just breathe for a moment, but every time she thought to consider it, her mind repeated the sound of the gun being loaded, the bullet being fired..., it was her signal not to even dare to stop.
She no longer knew where she was going, she had run to the first place she saw when she fled, but now she was lost in the Teripo sector and she needed to get out of there, go as far as possible from the loading weapons.
There was almost no one on the streets at that hour, it was too late for the responsible people, and too early for those who were lucky enough to stay in bed late, Laura belonged to the second, she wondered how she would even be able to sleep again, after all that disaster that her life had become in minutes.
Her body hurt, she couldn't keep running for long and when she stopped they would catch her and... Adrenaline filled her, blocking the idea and completely closing herself off when she saw the bus stop, still functional at that hour in front of her.
An anguished moan escaped her lips as she hurried with all the strength she had left and ran after the only three tired-looking people occupying the place.
She entered like a train and almost chic with one of the handles, no one paid much attention to her except for the driver who stared at her with a look of confusion on his face.
Laura didn't think she could say a single word without collapsing, so she walked to the back of the bus and sat in the corner with her knees to her chest and her head resting on top of them, trying to catch her breath as she tried to hold herself together, trying to keep herself in one piece to not to burst into tears.
She didn't have anyone.
She had lost everything in seconds and was being hunted by the horrible people who had taken it from her.
It was too much because Laura was only 9 years old.
And this is the beginning of her story
It's a little snipet I hope to write more because this is one of the most developed worlds that I have but here I see, I hope you like it, the official writing account will not be this one tho
Seeing how this goes, I'll publish the other account
#writer#writers on tumblr#writing#writerscommunity#my first story#here#Laura's story#i still don't know the name#idk the name of any of my stories#not very creative on that side lol
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A broken Ruby prologue page 1
Here it is! Finally I got to work and started my comic, A broken Ruby. This is a prologue to the whole story. We're starting in the future, where Eggman has taken over yet again.
I will be posting this on both of my accounts: here on my profile and a separate blog, dedicated souly to this comic - AbrokenRuby
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#abrokenruby#silver the hedgehog#sth#comics#my first story#sonic comics#sth comic#sonic the hedgehog
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If you put the covers of all the singles that MY FIRST STORY has released in the past year together, it forms the picture of a crown. December will see the release of the last song.
One more part of the picture is missing, because the song they released in June was actually another artist's (feat. Hiro), and as such, had its own cover.
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Feelings are finally confessed after the latest battle.
#my first story#sterek#teen wolf#fan fic#mine#please be kind#wildest dreams#annegablegreen#fanfic#teenwolf#alternate reality#wip#ficlet
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my roman empire is this two idiots who just decided to put as their last two song together "home" and "nobody's home" KNOWING we were going to suffer so much because we all know that these are the song about their family
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I....i'm so...eeetto...
Well, I don't really use Spotify that much for listening to music, I use it mostly for Hypmic and Paralive dramas....but MFS IN POLE POSITION?! EVEN ABOVE OOR?!?
(I have to admit I've been listening to MFS a lot these days, tho)
But...the thing that makes me laugh is Loulou*di among the most listened artists and "Hiten" (Rurouni Kenshin 2023 first opening, for those who are wondering) as MOST PLAYED SONG😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Well yeah, I was quite obsessed with it, ngl
#im laughing so hard#spotify#spotify wrap 2023#spotify wrapped#music#one ok rock#my first story#oor#10969#cozmez#hypnosis mic#hypmic#paradox live#paralive#kenshin#rurouni kenshin#linc click#shiguang daili ren
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