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promiscuouscutie · 1 day

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Here’s another All Yours pt. 8 teaser🤭🤭

This is my last week of school so yk what that means😈😈

#scream vi #ethan landry #scream 6 smut #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #corruption kink #eventual smut #young and naive #possessive

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no-more-hide · 1 month

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The bag is so heavy and the shoes with the heels almost kill me. But that's the good thing about being a young, vulnerable girl. The young man looks at me like that. He'll come soon and ask me: "Come here, babe, I'll take your heavy bag! Where do you have to go?" In past times, when I was a boy, he would have just laughed and said "Boy, eat a few steaks and not just the veggie stuff." It has advantages to be a young woman. The men are tempted to help me and take the heavy things off. Only, they also consider me innocent and naive. If they take me in their arms when they say goodbye and hug me, it's very intrusive.

#trans pride #transgender #cross dressing #crossdresser #sissy cd #crossdressing captions #chevallier #naiv #young and naive

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the-death-is-my-desire · 4 months

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...Rám lett parancsolva, hogy díszítsek fát, erre édesapám részegen kidőlt. Eddig is utáltam a karácsonyt, most még jobban utálom. Egyedül díszíteni fát, miközben hallod, hogy a részeges apád horkol, nagyon jó érzés - sérült lábbal egyébként...

Mármint most tényleg bőgök. Érted, máshol azt látod, hogy együtt díszítik a fát, együtt a család, normális helyeken tényleg a szeretetről szól az egész... Engem meg megijeszt a tudat, hogy mindent érzek, csak szeretetet nem. És annyira egyedül érzem magam. Mindenki boldog, mert így szünet, úgy család, én meg hol egyedül, hol az alkoholista apám miatt sírok ilyenkor. Ma is könyörögtem neki, hogy ne igyon ennyit, de nem.

#fájdalom #gyűlölet #gyűlölöm #karácsony #apa #alkohol #részeg #meg akarok halni #elegem van #undorító #ünnep #család #szeretet #szeretet hiány #szerethetetlen #csalódás #csalódottság #young and naive

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propofol-princess · 6 months

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Throwback to me as a brand new nurse, who had no idea what I had gotten myself into

#oh hey it’s me #nurse #girls with piercings #glasses #young and naive

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xansimsystem · 1 year

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Erst verpisst du dich aus meinem Leben tauchst für 1 Monat ab als würde ich nicht einmal existieren und aufeinmal tauchst du wieder auf? Digga ich war grade dabei mit dir abzuschließen und du machst es alles wieder so kompliziert! Ich hasse dich so sehr dafür aber gleichzeitig auch mich weil ich so dumm und naiv war und gesagt hab das wir uns treffen können:{

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dustyvent · 8 months

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I love looking at old photos of myself. I love how naive and stupid i fucking look. Those wide empty eyes looking up at everything with hope and generosity. I understand now how it was so fucking easy for them to use me, to ruin me, to break my bones and put me back together again. I understand now how fucking amazing that must have felt for them. I let them do all that to me.

I wish I could’ve been the one to break me.

#ventcore #vent blog #trauma #infantilization #young and stupid #young and naive #i wouldn’t go back i just feel like being evil to myself

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immbosmit · 11 months

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NAIVE

I had one good weekend with you and I thought that it would change everything. That everything would be good. I was wrong I was so high off dopamine, that I thought that we might actually have a shot at making things work. I am entering a new phase in my life and now I am tired of waiting and wasting my voice, coming to you about change. I need you to be either all in or not at all. I am tired of being disappointed and frankly I am tired of waiting on people that are not going to be able to show up for me. I am 21 years old I have no need to sit and waste my time with you when I can be doing my own thing, instead I am trying to do my thing as an our thing. I can’t wait forever. I am tired of everyone being half ass with me. I am planning big things for my life and I don’t want people who bring me down in my corner anymore. If no one can be there for how I need people to show up, I need to know so I can leave things in a graceful manner. I’ve been waiting for people to be as good as I think people can be but I am wrong not everyone is for you or means good for you. It’s hard to execute than just saying it because fuck attachment issues are real over here. But I can’t keep living life like this I am beginning to hate myself for it because I know I can do better and I know that I deserve better. I personally don’t think that I am asking for much. Yet it seems like it’s so hard for it to get accomplished, like I am begging for them all to make me princess of their life. When in actuality I just want to matter I want it to be shown and I want it to be solidified. I am done talking to them about things they can fix, tonight was my last time. I will now be an observer and watch as they push me away further and further from their life and I will not bat an eye because we all had to have known that this was coming. I am just slow at realizing that I don’t have the patients to teach someone over and over again how to love me, how to be present with me. If its meant to be it will be but crying over it again and again isn’t helping me so it is time to be heartless about things to protect my heart and feelings.

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lesbianforregulusblack · 1 year

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It took me longer than it should have but I came to the conclusion that Liam Dunbar is a brilliant character

#just wanted to put that out there #he's funny #and so real #anger issues #fear #and all #nightmares #and unable to ask for help #young and naive #but in a good way #a realistic way #liam dunbar #oh what have you done to me #teen wolf

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promiscuouscutie · 9 months

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All Yours pt. 1

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7

Word count: 1979

Warnings for this part: uhhh drinking under 21, murder, mentions of vomit

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

You look at yourself in the mirror in disgust. You were dripping in beer liquid, courtesy to a sorority blonde devil named Michelle. Ironically, Michelle was dressed as an angel. It was meant to represent her ‘angelic personality.’ At least that’s what she put on her instagram caption for her costume reveal post. She hated you, but you never knew why. Did she have an actual reason, or did she just want to put others down? You just wanted her to stop talking to you. You wanted her to stop trying to spread rumors about you, when she didn’t even know what she was talking about. You wanted her to stop sending you threats on social media. She never bothered making anonymous accounts. She didn’t care if you knew it was her. She thought she walked on water, that she could do no wrong.

“Angelic personality. What a joke,” You said to yourself. You dig through your purse and pull out tissues, trying to wipe some of liquid off of your skin. You sniffed your dress and gagged; you stunk of cheap beer.

Ding! You pull out your phone and read the contact name: Cason. You pressed on the notification and read the message:

I’m here, at the party. Can we talk, bunny? I really owe you an explanation.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. Bunny, his nickname for you. The way he said it would make you smile, but not this time. The pet name barely made you react. Some part of you felt happy to get a text from him. He hadn’t texted you in weeks. He hadn’t spoken to you in person. Every time you tried to talk to him, he’d walk the other way.

Most of all, you felt awful. He used to flirt with you, just simple teasing and compliments during your tutor sessions. You didn’t realize his intentions right away. You just thought he was being kind. When he gave you the nickname, you thought it was a sign you were becoming close friends. You were wrong. During one of your tutoring sessions, he kissed you. You were so shocked, but you didn’t kiss him back.

He had a girlfriend. He still does, the girl you hate more than anyone. Michelle, the devil’s wife herself. You pushed him away and ended the tutoring session early.

Despite your hatred for Michelle, you didn’t want to break up a relationship. But why would he make a move? You didn’t understand that part, but maybe he’d explain himself. Maybe he could explain why Michelle spread the rumor that you made the move on him, knowing that he had a girlfriend. The rumor made traction around campus, making you lose some customers for your job. People saw you as a home wrecker, a horrible girl.

You sniffled. God, don’t start crying. It’s going to be okay. Just hear him out. You took a deep breath and reply to his message:

Should we find somewhere private to talk? Maybe you could take me on a walk or something? -you

He read it immediately.

Let’s talk in an hour. Michelle’s slobbering all over me rn. -Cason

This was fine. You were going to be fine. He’d explain himself, clear everything up. He could apologize for the kiss and even try to debunk the rumor his girlfriend started. But why didn’t he in the first place? A good question, one you couldn’t answer yourself. Only Cason could, and he would. You were positive he had a good reason for it. You just couldn’t figure out what it could be.

You still smelled like beer. But who doesn’t at this party? There’s a mix of alcohol and weed in the air that’s traveled to the first and second floor of this frat house. You adjusted your sparkly, lavender wings to make them less crooked. The purple glitter on your eyes still stayed perfect, which you were relieved about.

It took forever to put it on. Your roommate Anika had to assist you with it, but she didn’t complain. She was obsessed with your costume. She thought you made the perfect fairy! Your dress was a royal purple and made of silk. It had lace on the chest, giving it a lingerie look. You had a flower crown on earlier, but it found itself on Mindy’s head halfway through the party. You didn’t mind of course; Mindy looks great with it on.

There was a knock at the door. “Yo hurry up in there!”

“Coming!” You shouted. You grabbed your purse and threw away your garbage quickly before the stranger let out another complaint. You opened the door and rushed past the random guy. You looked around the room, trying to find a familiar face in the crowd. You spot a shirtless cowboy: Chad Meeks-Martin, the frat boy and self-acclaimed feminist. He spots you from a distance and waves. “Y/N! Come have a drink!” He called out. You walk over to him and catch the beers can he throws at you. As you opened it, you spot a familiar face.

“Hey Ethan! I didn’t know you were coming,” you smiled sweetly. He smiled back at you, right before glancing at the floor awkwardly.

“It was a last minute decision,” Chad explains. He puts his arm around Ethan, pulling him close. “I managed to convince him to come hang out,” Chad added with a joking tone. Ethan rolled his eyes at his friend’s words.

“You make me sound like a hermit,” Ethan comments.

“That’s cause you are, my boy. You’re a hermit crab.”

“Don’t tease the guy! He’s just trying to have a good time,” you lightly pushed Chad’s shoulder. You took a big sip from your beer and looked around the room again. Ethan’s eyes moved down your body, fully focusing on your costume. He took notice to the fishnet stockings on your legs. He liked them. He liked them a lot. Your eyes landed on Ethan’s face, making him avoid eye contact. You caught him staring at you. You thought it was a little cute, but probably just a coincidence. After all, how could sweet, quiet, adorable Ethan look at you like that?

You felt a a shoulder hit yours hard. You watch Michelle walk past you, snickering to her friends. She had two drinks in hand, and her angel wings were practically almost falling off her body. You winced as your rubbed your shoulder as Ethan and Chad watched the blonde walk up the stairs.

“What a bitch,” Chad says bluntly.

“Yeah. Major bitch,” Ethan agrees. You were a little surprised by Ethan. You never heard him say something like that before, and his face! He was practically glaring at her as she disappeared. If looks could kill, Michelle would be dead by now. You awkwardly laugh it off, trying to move on. You reach into your purse and pull out your phone.

I ran into Michelle. I take it she’s done slobbering all over you? -you

He didn’t answer right away. It took him maybe five or six minutes to reply:

She didn’t give you any problems, did she?-Cason

Nothing too horrible. Can we talk now?-you

You watched the thinking bubble appear quickly, making you smile.

Give me a few more minutes, bunny. I’ll come find you when I’m done, okay?-Cason

You sighed in disappointment. You felt guilty for being impatient. He’s trying to have fun, just like you! You shove your phone back into your pocket and brushed your dress down.

“Let’s just keep the drinks coming, huh Chad?” You shake your beer can. Chad points at your face, grinning. “I like the way you’re thinking tonight, Y/N.” You both laugh as you chug your drinks, Ethan drinking his silently.

He watched you take drink after drink. After two more beer cans, you were cut off. Chad banned you from the fridges and coolers, but you managed to find one laying around. You just wanted to make your brain become sludge tonight. You wanted to forget your problems for just a few more hours. Fortunately for you, it was working. You found yourself wandering up the stairs, trying not step in vomit. You gag at the sight, trying to hold back any possible bile from your throat. When you made it to the top, you said “yes!” under your breath. That was your greatest accomplishment for the night.

You walk past rooms, trying to find an empty room to lock yourself in and close your eyes. You thought you found one, not seeing anyone on the bed. The music was so loud. The song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino started to play, and you dramatically sighed. “I love this song!” You grin. You shut the door behind you and throw yourself on the bed. How many hours had it been since you showed up to the party? Two? Three? Four? One? You couldn’t quite focus with the music playing in the background. You could practically feel the music’s beat inside your chest, matching your own heartbeat. You heard thumps near you, thinking it was just from the music. But you were wrong. You look to your left, seeing a tall, cloaked figure. You recognized the look immediately.

“Really? Another Ghostface? I’ve seen like two of you at this party already!” You sit up and stare up at the masked stranger. They tilt their head, staring at you. You notice the red knife in their hand and try to grab it. They move it away from you immediately, making you whine.

“Let me see it! Can’t I hold it? Just once?” You bat your eyelashes at them. To your surprise, it worked. They wiped the red liquid on their sleeve and handed the knife to you.

They still hadn’t said a single word to you. They just watched you grip the handle, swinging it around like it was a toy. You thought it was, at least. You tried to stand up, but you wobbled. The Ghostface grabbed your arms and helped you stand up straight. You looked up at the masked stranger and smiled. “Thank you, sweet thing!” Your feet feel stuck to the wooden floor, as if they were superglued down. Their grip on your arms felt stronger than before. “Can you..can you let me go please? I need to pee,” You squeak out. One of their hands lifts up and cups your face. The leather glove felt strange against your skin. You felt a fluttery feeling inside your stomach. It was a new feeling. They tuck some of your hair behind your ear, revealing one of your collarbones that hid underneath.

“Use the one downstairs. The one up here is broken,” the Ghostface spoke with a strange voice. Did they have a voice modulator? That’s pretty cool. You nodded along, as if stuck in a trance. They loosened their grip on you, finally letting you go. You reach for your purse on the bed, bending over. You felt the cold air on your upper thighs and ass as your short dress lifted up. You didn’t even think about how you could’ve been flashing this stranger. You didn’t actually think you were, but you were. They stared at the exposed skin they could see until you stood up straight again.

You turned back around to face the Ghostface. “Don’t be a lady killer, Mr. Ghostface.” You blew a kiss at them and walked out of the room, trying not to wobble or stumble again.

If you had gone into the upstairs bathroom, you would’ve found a very dead Michelle laying in the tub with her throat slit. But you didn’t. You believed the Ghostface, naively and foolishly.

Who knew how much of a problem this would be in the future?

Not you, but Ghostface would. Ethan would.

#ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #female reader #18+ content #eventual smut #young and naive #ethan landry imagine #obsessive love #tw murder #mask kink #ghostface #corruption kink #manipulation #ethan landry smut

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awalkinggparadox · 2 years

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i think we need to address the fact that it is a little unfair to resent our thirteen year old selves when we spent the summer inside and winter outside, when we all dreaded vacation as much as school but we had no idea, or the fact that lately you've been feeling out of place and cannot help but seek comfort in old playlists and vintage movies, walking amidst daydreams or screaming from the top of the building, swimming in pools of anxiety and hoping for a prince charming, or a princess or a soulmate but oh well people have been telling you to find yourself first, but weren't you dreaming five years ago, of walking down English countryside and learning a bit of French, of dancing under the stars and speaking in front of thousands? And i see you now resenting that little girl with hopes and dreams when you killed her with your viscous cycle of hatred.

#dark acadamia aesthetic #literature #poetry #books and libraries #quotes #thirteen aesthetic #poem #vacation #childhood trauma #dark academic aesthetic #loveislove #existential questions #dark academia #france #england #countryside #and i write #young and naive

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whoisaveyonn · 2 years

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#me #young and naive #trapnest #:ppp

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read-it-nd-weep · 1 year

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i really felt pain

it suks wen u hv this entire idea of sum1 tht u believed 2 b them....nd they do sumthing tht is not them , well it clearly is or was but like not in ur reality of them idk it makes me feel fuking stupid but mostly naive nd wen i feel naive i felt disgusting. but mayb i still am naive , nd this fuking disgusting.

#lies exposed #young and naive

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0dizzy-lizzy0 · 2 years

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Cast Away Words-

Allow my heart

To seep in sorrow

Of this puddled poison

Which is left by heedless words

Through my passionate befuddled confusion I sought out yet found disillusion

All during the tearing pains

I let the affection I had for one grow plain