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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍

I hope you're doing well. 🌿

Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻

💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.

Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿

🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫

ofc, this issue deserves awareness, and i hope you can get the help i can't give at the moment ^^ i'm so sorry to hear about what's happened :(

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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(very belated) day iv kinktober

predator prey, yandere ej :> over on my ao3, hit her up, even though she's dusty and i've been unfaithful to you guys </3 (ao3 in my link tree orrrrrr) CRP and MH Kinktober 2024 - Chapter 5 - Ivory (TheIvoryKing) - Creepypasta - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

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wishing you the best and that you get the help you need <3

This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share my pinned any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks

As someone who's father was diabetic and relied on insulin as well, my heart goes out to you and I hope you get the donations you need! I know it can be rough. Stay safe out there ♡

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hi, so i might’ve just…. maybe….possibly read everything you’ve posted on ao3… and just wanted to let u know that i love ur work and it rly just made my night :’’) so thank u for sharing ur stuff out here! also, this isn’t really a request, but i would love to see more brian and tim written by you, since i just feel like u capture their „essence” perfectly lolol. good stuff :DD

omg i'm so sorry ;v; i will get around to finishing the list eventually, but i got very caught up in schoolwork and personal things, but ty that makes me happy to hear <333

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hai :DD if u don’t mind me asking, do you have a masterlist?

I do aha ^^; sorry for such a late answer here you go but i don't rec engaging if under 18 Kinktober 2024 – @dreamlandcreations on Tumblr

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day iii kinktober 2024

phone sex/sexting | brian (i'm going to just be a day behind guys, i'm sorry :<)

i didn't end up posting day 3 last night, so here you are! and without further ado run run!

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day ii: wet dream | ej

TIS OUT RAHHHH run on over to my ao3 <3333

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The angstiest masterpost

angsty.

Angsty family/platonic dialogue

Angsty question prompts #1

Angsty question prompts #2

Angsty question prompts #3

Angsty/fighting dialogue

Concerned/angsty question prompts 

Angsty starters

Angst prompts

Angsty sentence starters #1

Angsty sentence starters #2

Angsty sentence starters #3

Angsty sentence starters #4

Leaving dialogue

Reunion dialogue reactions

Unwilling goodbye + love confession prompts

Trying to make them stay dialogue

Sacrificing dialogue

Amnesia prompts

Amnesia dialogue

Bad luck prompts

Lover being hurt prompts

Break-up dialogue #1

Break-up dialogue #2

Unwanted attention dialogue

Unrequited love dialogue

Drama starting points

Conflict for couples #1

Conflict for couples #2

Conflict for couples #3

Betrayal dialogue

Hiding from horror dialogue

Finding out the truth dialogue

"I'm sorry…" apology starters

Saying I'm sorry…

Apologizing for emotional neglect

Talking it out ideas

Keeping loved ones apart

Ending an argument

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day i kinktober!!!

degradation | sully go check it out in my ao3 <3333

linktree in my bio

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Kinktober 2024

hi!! i've decided to try kinktober this year, and will be posting it on ao3, possibly moving it to quotev eventually.

as of right now, the chosen people are:

Brian Thomas Hoodie Tim Wright Masky Eyeless Jack Liu Woods Sully Woods Toby Rogers

and a couple open slots for charc requests!!

aftercare | 

begging | 

bath/shower sex | 

window/balcony sex • powerplay | 

I only ask you guys not to: request minours spam me, i will see them the first time harass me if i choose not to do yours, nor do i have to explain myself

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have at thee, readers

rb to throw a water balloon at a mutual

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boop the bump

falling doesn't feel so bad

i ventured into new territory for this man but pls enjoy a sneak peak :> <{ Lawrence (Dangerous Fellows) x AFAB!reader }>

<{ "Are you sure you want to go there?" ... Ah, the range of his gaze. Seconds ago his gaze was warm and steady, now it was a raging, hungry fire. You were losing something tonight, and it wasn't your mind.

Or

Reader accidently instigates something with a rather valid question. }>

(wc: 2227/5735) (ao3 now version available w/o an account) (because they're gonna read it anyways 😮‍💨)

~*~

     You would have said it started out innocently, but did it really? 

     You kept glancing over at him from your curled-up position on the nest of blankets for no obvious reason, just that your eyes felt drawn to him. It wasn’t like he was doing anything special, simply scribbling away in that notebook as always. He was bound to have noticed what was quickly becoming you just staring at him, but he neither commented nor looked up. 

     Given obvious reasons, you somewhat hated him. He never let you out to see the sun, considering your last disastrous excursion. (Which was starting to drive you up a wall.) He killed your friend. He killed his friends. Though you were mildly curious whether he even considered them such in the first place. 

     Regardless, you occasionally found yourself making excuses and started finding it hard to hate him. Was it him you hated, or his actions? Was it really so bad that he simply hastened what seemed almost inevitable? It was simpler for two to survive than a group of ten. Yet you always shook your head and aggressively thought to yourself, He killed everyone without a second thought. How could I think that? It didn’t matter if it was for survival, for love, for getting to know you- it was wrong. 

     Right? 

     Your fuzzy mind distracted you from the now-returned gaze for several seconds. His reticent and calm smile greeted you when you did return from it. 

     “How were those clouds?” he asked with amusement. You shrugged and studied your shuffling, socked feet as you shifted against the wall. Your head certainly felt fluffy enough to have been in the clouds. He hummed at your noncommittal reply, and you missed the way his gaze drifted downwards before he resumed writing. Your gaze returned to the backside of his caramel-coloured curls rather curiously. It wasn’t like he had those 8 other people to account for now; what was he writing? 

     Unable to dismiss that thought, you got to your feet and wandered over to him, peering over his shoulder as he transcribed calculations. It was mostly thoughts on the best way to deal with weather, patrolling, calculating new resources added in, and the like. As you hovered, you noted the tension of his shoulders the longer you stayed. He hadn’t had problems before with you reading over his pen strokes. You hesitated before asking, “Are you alright?” 

     His hand paused, before he glanced at you, that perpetual business-like smile on his face. It seemed a little strained to you though, as his latte eyes flashed at you a shade darker than normal. Like always, he verbally brushed off your question. “Of course. Just a bit... wound up I suppose.” 

     That seemed valid, as he had returned out of breath from a scavenge not long ago. Perhaps he was still strung up over that? You ignored the pity gnawing at your heartstrings and resisted the urge to comfortingly run your hand over his locks. Why the hell was that an urge you needed to suppress anyway? 

     “If you say so,” you mumbled. You turned to curl back up in the makeshift bed when his warm fingers wrapped around your wrist. He tugged you back and you eyed him in confusion. He simply adjusted your shirt; the sleeve which had drooped to reveal your shoulder and a section that had hitched up and shown a sliver of your stomach. He cleared his throat and let you go, averting his gaze back to the paper. You stood a few seconds longer, puzzled. Eventually, you murmured a sheepish ‘thanks’ before your eyes flickered to your original target. 

     It was actually pretty comfortable, all things considered. If Lawrence wasn’t thoughtful, he wasn’t much else. Well, actually, he was a few things, but still. You ignored the words ‘cute’ and ‘intelligent’ that rang through your skull. You knew damn well you couldn’t put ‘innocent’ on that list despite how he looked; he was far from it. 

     Though you still sort of wondered what that extra glint in his eye had been from. Had he really been bothered by your shirt? You hadn’t taken him for being conservative, but props to him for being such. 

     An errant thought was triggered in your mind at that thought. Suppose there really wasn’t a ‘Safe Zone’, and it was actually just you two in this infested city, the state, the country. Hell, maybe even the continent. Who would repopulate? The question made your head recoil in shock and blood pool in your cheeks. The heat radiating from your face only got worse as the thought continued into ‘and does it necessarily have to be for repopulation purposes?’ It was all that much worse when utterly against your will, you felt a jolt to your core. 

     Lawrence reflexively glanced up at your sudden motion, eyeing your now flaming skin. His brow raised slightly. “Is something wrong?” His silky smooth voice only made it worse. You rubbed your arms and resisted the urge to do the same with your thighs. 

     “N-nothing.” you lied, cursing your unsteady tone. He remained watching you for a moment, scrutinising your body language. His gaze raked hotly over your body, making it extremely hard not to squirm. He slowly set his pen down and leaned back. You weren’t sure what he’d gotten out of searching you, but you hoped it wasn’t the right answer.

     “Are you sure about that?” he replied sceptically. You couldn’t decide whether it was affected or not, as you were more occupied by the new sensation in your nether region. Unable to continue to lie, you admitted, “No.” A curious and intrigued expression spread across his face, and his lip quirked knowingly. 

     “Then someone’s having rather upsetting thoughts? Or are they unsettling?” It was certainly unsettling, and you had a feeling he had a clue. Honesty was something you were bad at withholding when pressured too much, so you blurted out something before you could stop yourself. 

     “Have you ever thought about what it would take to reinstate the human population?” Lawrence’s brows twitched, and warm brown orbs widened briefly. Then his face shifted to something more neutral and slightly contemplative like he hadn’t just been told to consider sexual activity. To your surprise, he abruptly snapped the notepad shut and stood up. You cocked your head once he sat and crossed his legs where you were sitting a few minutes before. 

     His inviting gaze lured you in as he patted the spot across from him, a command to sit and talk. You obeyed, knowing better than to challenge his consequences, and admittedly a bit curious to hear what he had to say despite your flaming cheeks and ears. Of course, it didn’t really help your newly found arousal that he chose to sit here, especially with the topic. You shifted uncomfortably while you settled in, which did not go unnoticed by Lawrence’s observant eyes.

     Instead of commenting on it, he asked, “What brought this up?” You rubbed the back of your neck in sheer embarrassment, then mumbled, “My shirt..? I think.” A blend of amused confusion danced on his face. “I’m sorry, your shirt? Are you talking about when I fixed it?” You nodded faintly, certain that smoke was funnelling out of your ears. 

     “It made me think you were… I don’t know, old-fashioned? Conservative? Females shouldn’t show skin and all that? And obviously, the reasoning behind that led my thoughts to the realisation that with the virus, the human population plummeted, and there’s not really a way to help unless a cure happens or-” you cut yourself off from your little ramble, your face hot enough to cook an egg. Or it’s done manually . Your unfinished words played across his face for a moment. 

     Then he hummed in understanding, watching you as he thought up a response. His gaze was not helping your condition. Fuck, why was this even a problem? Had you forgotten what he had done? You tried to ignore the voice saying, But does that matter? Eventually, he scooted a little closer and lowered his already calming voice into something somehow even more soothing. 

     “I don’t think that’s something to worry about. We’re still very young, and children in this hellscape would be both difficult and detrimental to us and them. Besides, while we’re likely the only ones in this city and the next, there may be other people still alive, including children.” The fact he clearly understood where you were coming from, and answered rationally and calmly in a way attempting to make you feel better made your heart swoon. Then you chided yourself for even allowing that thought. 

     “That and, since I doubt we could make it safely to those cities, we would be the only ones here. Who would the children reproduce with? Inbreeding is pretty inhumane and dangerous to health.” You shook your head at that thought and snorted. He smiled wider, it reaching his eyes this time. “What? Simply viewing every aspect. I’m not wrong.” 

     You giggled and subconsciously leaned towards him in interest. “Inbreeding, though. You’re making it sound like we’re far down south or something. ‘Y’all ain’t gettin' Nana’s biscuits if that hollerin’ don’t quit,’ and all that.” Fuck. Were you really giggling and joking with him? He chuckled in response, something that made you shift some more. 

     “Why don’t you rest, and not worry about that? Our survival, and simply being together, is more important.” 

  He leaned forward and let his lips linger on your forehead for a moment. You found yourself wanting to chase that touch after he leaned away, and in a rash decision, your fingers leaped to his collar and jerked him back. You blamed the neediness on loneliness and arousal as you swept your lips against his. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as you felt his mouth form a pleasantly surprised smirk. 

     He leaned back into you but didn’t remove your hand from his collar. On the contrary, he slowly led your other hand to where his locks met his neck. Without being told, you curled your fingers into it and relinquished the lead of the kiss. He hummed in approval and only permitted a soft and slow movement. Attempting to provoke more heated motions made him lean away and look at you with mock disapproval. He was teasing you and knew it, damn him. 

     “Lawrence, stop,” you complained, bordering on whining. He cocked his head and mock-confusion. “Hm? You want me to stop kissing you?” The smoky honey-like texture to his voice and the half-lidded gaze he was giving you got you like nothing else. You couldn’t help the motion you made with your legs, which was not unnoticed by him. You scoffed in chagrin and studied the very interesting veins of purple shot with blue on the blanket. 

     “No,” you mumbled reluctantly. “I want you to kiss me more.” Fuck morals. He was deliberately making you hot and bothered. His lips curved upwards once again as his brown eyes sparkled with another hint of darkness, and you found yourself being leaned back as his lips met yours with more vigour this time. The arm previously attached to his collar looped around his shoulders for support.

     His pleasant scent and taste filled your senses, leaving you dizzy and confused. You constantly questioned how in the world he managed to smell so good when showers were hard to enjoy with constant vigilance. The strange combination of lavender, bourbon, and his natural musk lit your sinuses up as your tongue was flooded with the taste of his saliva and something sweet he must have eaten earlier. You also vaguely wondered how he had managed to smell so good in a school gym shower. 

     His mouth worked at yours much more quickly as he guided you further down. You almost didn’t notice until you felt the soft cotton of a pillow beneath your head. His teeth tugged at your lower lip as he pressed his chest flush with yours. No weight, simply touching you; like he was trying to envelop you without hurting you. An interesting thought. 

     His legs straddled your hips as he slowed again to a more sensual rhythm. The cool temperature of the basement floor never registered beneath the blankets, the heat you were producing was beyond blazing. It was kind of hard to remember at the moment why you were here and why you didn’t want to do this with him. You started this, right? What was wrong with it? 

     You shifted your legs again, craving that delicious friction, and in the process found yourself languorously dragging your thigh against the crotch of his trousers. Lawrence hummed and pulled away from you, guarded toffee eyes fluttering open to give you a circumspect expression. “Are you sure you want to go there?” 

     In response, you slowly but deliberately pulled your leg out from under his form and wrapped it around his waist. What was blushing? Not your face. Yours was burning. It happened quickly, like something had clicked off, or perhaps on. Your eyes never left his, but ah, the range of his gaze. Seconds ago his gaze was warm and steady, now it was a raging, hungry fire. You were losing something tonight, and it wasn't your mind. 

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;P bumpity bump

oneshot out now

it's posted on ao3 now :0 and sneaky peek sfw dw purpose

(in his life along the way- don't you run and hide from the truth)

Brian Thomas seemed like a ray of sunshine, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be loved by him. The unexpected part was how cold he suddenly was.

Or

Brian switches demeanors so quickly and Reader pursues him to figure out what happened. Then they were the one being pursued.

     It was all you could do to keep the tears at bay as you tore through the brush. You could hear your insistent pursuer keeping a lengthy but consistent distance. You weren’t fully aware of who it was, or why you were being chased. You had no clue what they wanted from you, nor if you could give it. The sounds of crushing leaves and breaking sticks underfoot only made it harder to keep the hot tears from spilling, knowing the person you were running from just wouldn’t let you be. You could only let the terror propel you on and on. 

~*~

     You met him on a bright and sunny day, an equivalent of his character. Rather, what you first perceived his character to be. 

     Brian was a tough nut to crack, all smiles and friendly, but the real depth was shallow. He held no emotion behind those smiles and was very cynical. He had no true interest in ‘getting to know’ his current partner on a project. He couldn’t care less if someone didn’t like his words. You could never guess what he was feeling. He would never be honest, and he refused to open up. 

     All you needed to do was complete a research presentation with him. The day it was assigned, he approached you with a polite smile and prepared to work. He was very easy to work with, and what you didn’t understand about your portion, he would explain to you. Your professor was very pleased with you two’s work, and plenty happy with your more than satisfactory presentation.

     The two months' time given was both amazing and hard. Hard because, throughout it, you had grown to gain a massive crush, and tried your damnedest to get to know him despite him pushing you away. Amazing because he eventually gave in and allowed small answers about what he liked, and what he did during his free time. Supposedly, he was a film student minouring in psychology. He enjoyed nonfiction, and you would often find him reading articles online. You could have sworn he had even come to see you as a friend, too.

     You two met up for drinks or a bite twice a week outside of schoolwork and conversed over random theories or subjects. He would on many occasions walk you home if it was getting late, and many times you two had fallen asleep while over at the other’s studying or working on the project. He even treated you with grave concern when you got those bad headaches, which you didn’t quite get. Sure, you thought you heard static during them, but that was just your imagination, right? After those, he would grow a touch distant, but he usually came back around. 

     At some point, you weren’t sure when it slipped into something heftier than just a crush, and you found yourself completely entranced by every little detail about him. The soft rumble of his voice, the honey tones in his hair, the crooked twist of lips he gave when he was genuinely smiling, that cute noticeable gap in his teeth, the soft woody scent he had clinging to him. Brian Thomas seemed like a ray of sunshine, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be loved by him. 

     You might be lying to yourself about this, but you swore you could see him watching you from the corner of your eye on many occasions. You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest at what it might mean when you met eyes and he held your gaze for just a moment longer than necessary. You didn’t dare let yourself hope that there was something more than a coincidence when you constantly brushed your fingers against each other when handing something to the other. 

     However, when your project ended, Brian tried completely disappearing. The only problem was, you now knew his favourite places he liked haunting, and both of you had learned each other’s schedules to work around. The unexpected part was how cold he suddenly was. 

Your cheerful trot down to the courtyard gazebo was halted by an icy stare from Brian. You froze with a confused smile, unsettled by the chill going down your spine. Uncomfortable with this sudden negative attention you had never felt from him, you managed to squeak out, “Hi. Want to grab a coffee later?”  

     His jaw was set as he replied coolly, “It’s 12:47. It’s a little late for coffee.” You faltered some more, the smile now dripping off your face. You shifted uneasily and leaned against the entrance to the wooden structure. 

     “Um, alright. Maybe a morning thing, but how about bubble tea? You like bubble tea, right?” His eyes narrowed as he shook his head slowly. Was that a no to liking it, or a no to going? Either way, it wouldn’t work. You shuffled your feet and hesitated before asking, “Want to just meet up after cla-?” 

     You hadn’t finished asking your question when he suddenly interrupted, which was very out of character for him. “No. We finished that project together, that’s all the business we had.” You bit your lip, fighting the urge to back away. Why was he acting like this? 

     “Brian, is something wrong?” Without hesitation, he looked dead at you with a steely gaze and replied, “You’re still here.” You reeled back, his comment stinging like a nettle buried in your heart. You could only stare at him in surprise as he hummed impassively, brushed past you, and walked away, leaving you alone. 

     It hurt more than you could put into words. This man, usually all warmth and patience, seemed like he could want nothing less than for you to be gone. You exhaled shakily as you watched him enter the campus building you had just left in high spirits, head spinning from his words and actions. 

     He was clearly done being nice, and now that the project was over, he was done being civil. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you so badly during that time? Had you been misreading the situation the whole time? Were you too annoying? Were you too obvious? Did you make him uncomfortable? Would it be weird and clingy of you to pursue him and ask? 

After a moment of debate, you decided to confront him after his last class. Perhaps it was a little stupid and very irritating to him, but you had to know. So here you were, hanging out in the hall outside the lecture he was currently in. After several minutes, the sounds of students shifting inside and gathering their stuff led to them spilling out. You wondered if you had made a mistake when Brian stepped out, and his eyes met yours. 

     He didn’t seem surprised, but he did seem briefly pained before it was replaced with something neutral. He walked past you instead of acknowledging you, and you had to fight through a crowd of people to keep up. “Hey, wait!” He didn’t slow, but in fact, seemed to speed up. “Brian!”

     You had nearly reached him when he suddenly whipped around, forcing you to halt abruptly or slam into him. “What?” he snapped in a freezing tone. You did a double take, wondering not for the first time who the real Brian was; the sweet and nerdy one, or this frigid and unhappy one. You had to take a deep breath before you spoke.

     “I just want to know if you’re okay, and what I did wrong.” You hesitated before adding, “And how much of it was a lie.” Brian remained motionless for a few moments, simply observing you, letting your words steep. What looked like regret flickered across his face before-

     “Everything,” he replied emotionlessly. He turned away from your stricken expression, and you unthinkingly grabbed the back of his hoodie with desperation. You noted he would definitely dislike it and immediately let go, but his attention was already back on you.

     He slowly seethed the freezing command, “Don’t touch me. Ever again.” His hazel eyes which usually carried some note of brightness were darker than an abyss. You couldn’t help the slight gasp you gave in pain to relieve some of the pressure forming in your chest. You swore you hadn’t imagined anything happening, and couldn’t believe that everything was a lie. 

     In a last-ditch attempt, as he started to turn away, you whispered, “Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.” He exhaled slowly and in frustration, and looked at you one last time, dead in the eyes. 

     “If you know it’s not true, why ask that of me?” 

     This time, you really could say nothing nor do anything as he walked away. It was a little pathetic of you, but you could only watch with tears forming on your eyelids. You supposed he was right, there must be everything wrong with you, and you would lie to you too to shut you up. 

When the numbness lifted from your limbs, you turned and walked in the opposite direction, knowing full well it was the roundabout way to the parking lot, but you didn’t care. You didn’t think you could handle seeing him again. You had no clue how you would handle sitting in class with him.

     When you made it to the double doors, you noticed it was misting heavily. It felt fitting- but a little inconvenient- that the weather decided to match your mood. You clambered into your car and slammed the door with disregard for the hinges or people nearby. He jammed the key into the ignition and hoped the weather would be better at home because you planned on taking a nice, long walk to clear your thoughts. 

~*~

     It most certainly was not any better at home.

     You sighed as you looked out your windshield, droplets forming rapidly despite your wipers working hastily. You put it in park and pulled the break, unlatching the seatbelt. You glanced at your bag in the passenger seat, then the front door. After a moment of formulating, you decided you would book it inside, drop your things off, and grab an umbrella because you really needed that walk. 

     So you heaved it over your shoulder, took the key from the steering wheel, and took off for the door. A relatively short time was spent inside, as you simply deposited your bag on the stand and grabbed your umbrella from by the door. You locked your door once more behind you and opened the umbrella with a fwip . 

     You sighed once again as you stepped out into the weather, this time with the protective barrier. You peered at the darkening, grey sky sullenly, unhappy with it too. It was the deep, slow, soak-you-to-the-bone kind of heavy mist. Trudging forth, you set on course down the sidewalk, breathing in the smells the water brought. 

     After about 20 minutes of the soothing, mind-numbing activity, you noticed something bright from the corner of your eye. You turned to look, heart jumping into your throat. There was nothing there, but if you didn’t know any better, it was the same peculiar shade of yellow Brian had for a hoodie. After a moment of heart-pounding silence, you huffed and shook your head. 

“Stop being stupid,” you muttered to yourself, continuing the walk. It was probably just you seeing things or misinterpreting things in the dimming light. Yet as it got darker, you slowly grew more paranoid as you swore you kept seeing that shade of yellow but always turned to see no one. 

     You shivered at the chill going down your spine from the sensation of being watched. The hair stood on your neck and gooseflesh covered your skin. You fully turned around this time, and almost gasped when you realised you truly were being followed. 

     They didn’t bother hiding themself this time, almost as if they wanted you to know they were there; like they were done teasing you. Your breath was stolen from the sight of the bright yellow hoodie and a face mask under the hood. They had full advantage of the shadows from the now-set sun, and you gulped as you picked up your pace, hoping you might make it back to your home or somewhere populated.

     However, as chance would have it, you were stuck in a wooded area, and there was no sign of it ending for a while. Hoping for any chance to shake your tail, you slipped into the woods, transitioning into a jog. You could hear the person behind you still following, though now matching your pace, and treading the terrain with much familiarity. It drew your prior problems to the back of your head, and you grew nervous enough to break into a run. 

     One glance back made you regret it and flat-out run for all you were worth. The eerie backlight made the person behind you look like a phantom when you looked, and their silky smooth and silent movements added to that effect. You plundered through a bush with little care and left your open umbrella blocking the way. 

     Frightened tears joined the water gathering on your face now, and you could feel the mist set into your clothing as you continued running. Who was this? They reminded you strongly of Brian, but Brian would never do something like this, nor would he want to go near you after what was said earlier. You didn’t remember upsetting anyone else in the past several months. You could only hope if they got to you, they realised you were the wrong person and left you alone, or did minimal damage. 

     A root sticking up left you sprawling into the damp forest debris, and you desperately scrambled to your feet. You couldn’t resist the urge to jerk your head back and observe your unwanted friend. They were still a good way behind, but approaching rapidly. You brushed off your filthy hands on your newly messed up knees and took off once more. 

     It gradually dawned on you that these woods only got thicker, and you were not coming out of the other side anytime soon. So you were only driving yourself deeper where no one could hear you cry for help. This was obviously the person’s intention, and you realised you had fallen into their trap as they kicked up their speed effortlessly. You could only gasp for air and race for any sort of saving grace in a panicked manner. 

     However, your efforts were useless. You cried out upon feeling a sharp and heavy pressure slam into your back. You found yourself suddenly winded and lying on the ground with someone on your back a couple of seconds later. You whimpered and trembled in sheer dread, unable to fight back as they manoeuvred you to flip over and straddle you. In this proximity, you could now tell they were male from their build and the muscle disposition you felt hidden beneath his clothes. He grabbed your collar and you saw a glint of something metallic. 

     “Please,” you begged him hopelessly. “Please let me go, I don’t know who you are. You have the wrong person.” He ignored your pleading words and stayed mum, grip only tightening and they raised his other hand. That was probably the scariest part, the silence your pursuer had maintained throughout everything. 

     You could only repeat your pleas like a broken record, sealing your eyes against the sight of his black and red mask and invasive water. It didn’t prevent your tears from spilling though, as you settled to simply mouthing the words. You barely noted you hadn’t ever got to verbalise to Brian how you actually felt. You didn’t notice as your lips simply formed that confession over and over. However, after a minute of doing this, you did notice that nothing was happening and barely dared to open your eyes. 

     You were in the same position, his grip on your collar, and the now trembling hand holding what you still could not identify. You met the red dots of the frowny on the mask, and could only watch in trepidation. After a few silent moments of you shivering beneath his tensed form, he dropped his hand and growled out, “Damn it!”

     You heard a hefty thump from beside you, and you glanced down in confusion as he got off of you. You finally registered the object as a glock. You would never have recognised his voice, due to the modulator beneath the black fabric. That didn’t matter anyway, as he gave a frustrated cry, and ripped off both his hood and mask. 

You could only gape in absolute shock as your widened eyes took in the face of the person who’d upset you enough to take a walk in the first place. “Brian?” The question came out no louder than a whisper of wind through the trees. He met your surprised eyes with his own filled with utter pain and remorse. 

     He held out a gloved hand to you, and you moved your hand to take it on autopilot, still unbelieving of what was happening. The only thing you could formulate as you got to your feet was one word and one question. 

     “Why?” 

     Brian cast his gaze away, seemingly struggling to find words. “You wouldn’t believe me, or understand.” Your brow furrowed, and you let go when you noticed you were still holding his hand. (More like threw his hand.) You didn’t believe the hurt that played in his eyes as you snapped, “No, I don’t understand. You won’t tell me anything, and now you’re trying to kill me. Do you really hate me that much?”. 

     “I didn’t want to hurt you. But I also couldn’t stop,” he responded in a hushed tone. Your eyes blazed in newly found rage at his words, but you managed to bite your tongue as he added, “Would you try to understand if I told you?”  

     “I don’t know. Would I? I seem to have everything wrong with me, and I’m probably too stupid to understand,” you hissed back. His shoulders slumped in defeat at your words. “I never meant any of what I said. I would have loved to meet you for coffee. I would have loved to meet up with you, even for a drink I might not like. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” He paused a moment, before launching into what sounded like pure bullshit.

     “I used to live near Rosswood, and I was a film student there. An entity called the Operator chose me and several other students to prey on, and we slowly became its puppets to find more prey and do its dirty work. It caused a lot of damage, having us kill some of the others, and I nearly died myself. I tried to escape by getting as far away as possible, but it doesn’t work like that. It followed me, and it always punishes its proxies, any and all measures taken. It loves targeting things we care about, and I realised too late I was getting too close to you. It demanded I kill you before I could push you away.” By the end of his story, he had slowly sunk to a crouched position with his back to you, hands cupping his face. 

     “You did all that because your ‘boss’ didn’t like something you did? And why should I believe you now?” you bit out bitterly. “All you’ve been giving me is lies, and I don’t know what’s true anymore.” 

     He stood and whipped around to face you with something burning in his gaze. “These past two months except for today have been nothing but the truth.” He stepped closer to you, taking your hands in a much more gentle manner than he had previously handled you. He had even carefully brushed some of the dirt from your fall off before you tried to pull back your hands, but he held them firm. “I can tell you now, I haven’t felt this hopeful or happy since before this mess started in Rosswood.” 

     “You can also be a liar, Brian Thomas,” you quipped angrily in return, giving up trying to retrieve your hands. His gaze bored into yours, flickering with pained understanding, but tentative desire and slight despair. “You’re right: I’m a liar. But you can believe me, just this one time,” he murmured.

     “Prove that I can believe you,” you demanded with angry tears forming once more. He took a deep breath, and on his slow exhale, replied. “I have a scar from surgery when I fell out of that building, and a scar from that bullet. I’m very good with a gun. I could have shot you a long time ago, on the street, and walked away. But I wanted to be able to touch you one last time,” he hesitated, but added with guilt, “Even if it was violent.” 

You slowly digested his words, head whirling with this turn of events. Not fully convinced though, you commanded, “Prove it.” 

     Without comment, he let your hands go and retrieved the weapon. He looked around a moment, before noticing an empty nest in a tree several metres away. He raised his arm, and after a few seconds of aiming, fired twice in succession. You looked at him funny before he nodded to go look. You went to observe the small broken branch it had been settled on, damaged as a result of the first shot. Then you glanced down at the main victim, which you noticed had a hole blown through pretty much the centre. 

     You shivered as you backed away, knowing he was speaking the truth as far as his gunning skills. You glanced at him warily, not approaching him as closely as you were prior. “They’d be better if it weren’t so misty,” he mused softly. 

     You could only sink to the wet ground once again, no longer caring about your already wet and filthy clothes. He let you do so in silence, letting everything sink in. It was difficult, wrapping your head around all the things he had said. Eventually, he very slowly and uncertainly settled into place beside you. You two still just sat in silence, the weight of things hanging over your head. 

Eventually, Brian sighed and looked at you sceptically. “I do have one question. Who were you thinking of when I was holding you down?” You frowned, a pout forming on your lips, embarrassed and unwilling to answer. “Why?” you asked instead. His mouth set in a neutral line. “Just answer.” 

     You squirmed a bit and turned red, procrastinating it by averting your eyes and shuffling your feet. Eventually, you muttered out, “You.” He stayed quiet for a moment, but then that crooked grin of his spilled across his face. “Then I’m sure you’re the first to confess any sort of feelings that way.” Your face turned bright red, and you stuttered out, “What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything!” His smile grew wider.

     “Not with your voice, but your lips said it all.”  You frowned, not sure what he was talking about. Your face must have said so because he continued. “You stopped mouthing ‘please’ and started mouthing ‘I love you’.” You went pale, then red, then slowly started to stand up to walk away and get lost in the woods. Again, that was your intention, but Brian grabbed your wrist and tugged you back down. 

     “I don’t mind one bit, unless you mean to tell me you didn’t mean it.” You hesitated, uncertain what to reply with. You weren’t sure what exactly he meant but what he said. He could very well mean he disliked fake professions, but that stupid hopeful part that shouldn’t even be there still wanted to know if he meant something else. 

     “Why didn’t you kill me?” you asked instead. His face fell with slight agitation. “I thought I already told you why.” You thought back on what he’d said when explaining things about ‘the Operator’. He’d said something about it taking things the ‘proxies’ had cared about. He cared for you to some degree, it appeared. Not daring to hope for anything else, that’s what you chose to assume.

     “You think of me as a very good friend?” He blinked at you as if in disbelief you could be so stupid. You were unprepared for the way his hands framed your face, the way he pulled you close, and definitely the possessive way he pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t resist, but you didn’t respond, not until he pulled away. 

     You could only blink flusteredly in surprise, even as his hazel eyes met yours when they flickered open. The most unintelligent, “Huh?” left your mouth. His gaze burned very hotly as his brows tipped down. “Would you kiss a very good friend?” 

     You couldn’t think of a response, thoughts floundering somewhere along the ‘friends with benefits’ route, but somehow you didn’t think Brian was into that. You barely got the word ‘no’ out before he leaned back in. It was almost confusing; the direction this had turned, and Brian, the polite person, not asking for consent. Were you complaining? 

     Hell no.

     Your brain finally caught up and you leaned into him, lips following his, hand drifting to his soaked collar. You hoped he was truly alright with what was happening, especially in the accumulating water. He apparently was, as he released your face and pulled you closer when you responded. 

     Of course, though, you had to question what was happening, and his intentions, so you pushed him away, if only briefly to ask, “What’s going on?” He hummed, and drew you back close, allowing his lashes to flutter against your cheeks. “I was confessing, what were you doing?” 

Heat rose to your face, travelling up your ears. When you didn’t say anything, he leaned back to search your expression. You simultaneously settled for it being rhetorical, and you weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you were suddenly on the ground again, his body covering yours again. The position was hauntingly reminiscent of what it was before he took off his mask. Except this time, the only danger you were in was the inferno behind his eyes. 

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hey hi! love your writing prompts! their so creative! can you give us some flirty nicknaming prompts please? :)

Hi and thank you! :)

Flirty Nicknames

"Cutie pie."

"Honey bun."

"Sunshine."

"Hot stuff."

"Good-looking."

"Your highness."

"Cupcake."

"My eternal love."

"Sweet cheeks."

"Your majesty."

"Bad boy."

"Sexy."

"Lil one."

"Wild thing."

"My dearest."

"Casanova."

"Sweet stuff."

"Mr. Nice Guy."

"Soulmate."

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