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[e1dritchbastard]

If you feel up to it- Clint’s attempt at making Bucky a birthday cake. I know it was Bucky’s birthday a few days ago and I can’t get it out of my head how Clint would try (I’m not saying if it’s good or not just that he tried) to make Bucky smile for his birthday.💜

he tried

[fandomfucker]

You Can Be My Patient | Dr. Mel King x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Firefighter!Reader runs into girlfriend Dr. King after they get hurt on the job.

⚠️TW⚠️: Talk of suicide, guns, gunshot wounds, lots of blood

A/N: There are for sure medical inaccuracies in here, apologies in advance. Doesn't follow the actual plot of the show so no spoilers, also heavily inspired by 9-1-1 🙂‍↕️

Word Count: 1,788

Noise clung to you like static. The only thing you could really make out was the thunderous sound of your heart beating in your ears. The last thing you remembered for certain was an ear-splitting boom, before nothing.

It was called in as just a kid on a ledge. Something you were the best on the team at. What no one had noticed, was that this kid wasn't just suicidal.

He had wanted to take others out with him.

None of the several 911 callers had seen the gun, what with him standing at the top of a billboard why would they have? He wanted to lure someone up there with him.

And that someone just so happened to be you.

You stood at the edge of the aerial ladder as your partner slowly rose you up enough to step onto the billboard where you called out to him. You never saw it until it was too late. And by then, the officer that had been canvassing from below took a shot as well.

The two of you hit the rungs at the same time, your name being screamed over your crackling radio the last thing you could make out over the buzzing in your ear.

Your eyes shifted, taking in your bloodied surroundings as a means of control as your nervous system began to override everything else. You were just in your team’s ambulance, but you had never seen it from this perspective before, and where you formerly felt confident you now just felt foreign.

Adrenaline coursed through you, leaving you shaking and breathless even as you just laid on the gurney.

Callie, your favorite paramedic at your station, stroked your hair with one hand as she kept pressure on your wound with the other.

"Hey, we're almost there, 'k? We're getting you to the best doctors possible. We're two minutes out alright, just hold on."

As your panic began to increase as whatever initial shock you had started to wear off, you were more and more aware of the bullet wound in your shoulder. The agonizing burn of it, to be more specific.

You could feel the hot sticky liquid flowing down your arm and your back, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that it coated the floor as well. You could smell the metallic properties of it, unsure if part of it was fused with the burnt metal of the bullet.

"Where's the kid?" You managed to ask her, your voice dry and cracking.

"He's in the other ambulance, GSW to the head. Don't worry about him though, just worry about you."

You closed your eyes, overcome by a sudden bout of nausea as the ambulance came to an abrupt halt, the wheels of the gurney shaking you.

They rolled you through the doors of the E.R., the bright lights making you close your eyes tightly as a reverberating pounding began from the back of your head. Callie shushed you gently as a small groan left your lips.

Fingers pulled your right eyelid back right as a bright light was shone directly into your eyeball. You knew what they were doing, but in your dazed state, all you wanted was to keep every light possible out of your line of sight.

The hand holding your eyelid dropped it but immediately picked up the other eyelid and shone the light in that eye while another set of hands held your head still.

Words you couldn't quite comprehend were thrown at and around you as your head was released and you felt the movement of the gurney you laid on. You heard "Dr. Langdon" and managed to open your eyes on your own to a squint. You recognized that name from what your girlfriend had told you about a few of her colleagues. Namely, Dr. Langdon, with whom she’d been working very closely.

You didn’t recognize his face but with the way he seemingly commanded the room you could tell who he was. He helped Callie and the other paramedic, Danni, move you from the gurney to a bed, making you bite back a groan of pain as more blood seeped through the tattered remains of your shirt.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m Dr. King-“ The woman entering your little cubicle stopped dead in her tracks when she saw you. You probably looked a mess, with what you were sure was blood spattered on your face and your hair stuck to your sweat-soaked skin, not to mention the sheer amount of blood just all over everything.

“Y/N?” She spoke softly in horrified shock. You managed a small grin as Dr. Langdon got to work removing the rest of your shirt, removing every obstacle between him and your wound. He spared a glance towards Dr. King but never actually stopped for a second. “Hey, Mel.”

Her eyes were wide, glued to the amount of blood still coming from your shoulder that Langdon now gripped, prepared to move you to see the full extent but waiting for Mel.

He glanced at you before looking back at Mel. “Dr. King? Is there a problem here?”

You gave her a small nod of encouragement; you trusted her to heal you so long as she was okay with it. She twiddled with her pen against her clipboard as she searched for a proper response.

“Dr. King?”

It’s like she was shocked back to the present, she ran to your injured side and began doing a check of everything as she began to ramble. “Do you have any dizziness or nausea? A headache?” She braced your upper body as the two of them raised your injured shoulder. You hissed in pain, gritting your teeth.

“Through and through,” Langdon stated, grabbing some gauze to put in each side of the wound before wrapping it up.

You took in a deep breath, trying to remember the questions Mel had asked you. “No dizziness, but yes nausea and double yes, headache,” you groaned.

Mel walked around to your other side as Langdon began to cover up the bullet holes. She brushed some of the sweaty hair off your forehead and you closed your eyes, leaning into her touch.

“Are you on any medications that we should be aware of? Have any allergies?” Langdon asked, glancing at you before doing a double-take at Mel’s fingers in your hair.

Before you could even get a chance to answer, she was answering for you. “No allergies, but they’re on escitalopram.”

Langdon raised an eyebrow at where your fingers now clutched tightly onto the hem of Mel’s scrubs. “And, you would know that how?”

Mel looked sort of affronted at him as if he should’ve known already despite having never met before. “They’re my partner. I would hope that I know their medical history.”

Langdon let out a small laugh, finishing up the wrapping. “Well, in that case, you can help fill out all their paperwork. I’ll let the OR know we’re ready when they are.” He turned to you just before he left the room, “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N.”

She pulled up the small stool on wheels next to your bedside and took up residence as she filled out your paperwork. Only leaving your side once to get you some pain medication. She kept you entertained while also making sure you stayed awake until they put you under for your surgery.

You tried to explain to her what happened, through your hazy memory and brain currently turned to mush. It wasn’t your first concussion and certainly wouldn’t be your last with your line of work which made Mel all the more nervous.

When the OR was finally ready for you, Mel made sure to be the one to bring up upstairs. She hesitated at the end of your bed before she had to leave, visibly anxious. “Come here.” She smiled softly, holding out your good hand for her to hold. “I’m gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be in recovery waiting for you before you know it.” She smiled slightly, knowing you were in the best possible hands. “I love you, Mel, this isn’t going to keep me away from you.”

She ducked her head, a small blush coating her cheeks. She squeezed your hand, a small smile gracing her lips. “I love you too. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You grinned, as much as you still could to recite something the two of you had originally bonded over when you first started dating. “Always?”

“Always,” She laughed, sounding like pure heaven.

**********

“How long 'til I can go back to work, Doc?” You had woken up from surgery a little over an hour ago. Mel had been able to get the rest of her shift off to stay with you until you could go home the next day.

Mel frowned at you slightly, “At least a month or two, and possibly a little bit of physical therapy depending on if any tendons were torn. But I want you to get as much rest as possible. You don’t always have to rush back to work. You’re allowed to rest.”

You sighed softly, this was a conversation the two of you had had a few times before. Maybe now that something serious happened, you would be more open to slowing down. If not for you then for her.

"I was.. I was really worried about you." She kept her gaze on the ground as she let out a large breath that, by the sound of it, she'd been holding in for quite some time.

You reached out your hand, knowing that while she did enjoy your touch, she typically preferred it to be on her terms. She softly grabbed your hand, pulling herself closer to you as she gripped it harder.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. And, I would’ve been more careful had we known the kid had a gun.” There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed, suddenly being the one to avoid eye contact.

“But you didn’t know, and there was no way to know.” She absently drew different shapes on the back of your hand as she cradled it in her lap. “But, it’s okay because I’m a doctor, and that’s what I’m here for. You can be my patient.” She smiled at you, in that cute way she does that reminds you of pure sunshine.

You squeezed her hand, your head lolling to the side as some of the residual drowsiness snuck up on you.

“I love you,” and a kiss on your forehead was the last thing you remembered before you were totally asleep. Comforted in the knowledge that your girlfriend would still be there when you woke up, and every second afterward.

[nocturnewidow]

the different moonknights and their ways of showing affection,, °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Steven !! <3

Steven is the definition of soft love. he treats you like you are his earth to his moon ,, he always showering you with affectionate touches ; forehead kisses, warm hugs, fingers tracing over your knuckles as if memorizing them.

He writes you little notes and tucks them into your things: "Hope you have a lovely day, darling! Miss you already. xX"

Loves teaching you about Egyptian mythology, but gets adorably flustered when you tease him about how excited he gets.

Wakes you up with sleepy "good morning, love" murmurs and a hand smoothing over your back.

He's a cuddler, always tucking you into his arms as if you might disappear,, please don't ever disappear on him

Marc :3

Marc loves through acts of service and quiet devotion,, he’s the kind of guy who won’t always say I love you, but you’ll feel it in the way he pulls you closer in his sleep, arm slung over your waist like he’s anchoring himself to you. >_<<

he will always be super gentleman-y when he can or when he wants ,, likee hand at the small of your back when walking through a crowd, stepping in front of you when he senses something off, making sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk. ^_^!

because he’s an adrenaline junkie and loves watching you keep up with him. He’ll pin you down, grinning smugly, all “C’mon, baby, I know you can do better than that,” just to get you to fight back. anndd when you flip him? Oh, he’s in love. <33

When he’s hurting, he won’t ask for comfort, but if you come to him first? If you touch his arm, brush his knuckles, tell him you’re there ,, he’ll fold, bury his face in your neck, and let himself just be with you.

Jake ^_^!

Jake is intense in his affection. His love is deliberate, consuming, and unwavering ,,

not controlling, but he’ll drape his coat over your shoulders when it’s cold, straighten your necklace if it’s off center, and tuck his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up when he talks to you 🤗

If you get flustered, he’ll just grin wider, lean in closer, murmuring a low qué bonita before brushing his lips against your temple

A hand always ghosting along your waist when he passes ,,

If he ever says te quiero in Spanish, know it means more than anything in English ever could ^_^

He doesn’t give out love easily, but when he does? It’s fierce, unwavering, and solely yours .

a/n plsplsplsplspls send me requests ,, 🙏🙏 i wanna make moots so bad on here ohmigosh

[lancestrollsgf]

# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

introduction master list request list

# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OOC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

masterlist ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

hi hello welcome to my blog!

my name's kavi! i'm from india! i'm a writer, and i really enjoy writing for all my desi readers. i've been writing fanfictions only for the f1 drivers right now, but i may expand my fandoms eventually!

i'm a huge fan of tangled and how to train your dragon. i enjoy reading romance. i'm a published author. i have a doggo. i am mentally ill and neurodivergent but i'm bisexual, so it cancels out (it’s a joke, guys. tho, i am all three of those things). i have also added my most favourite playlist if any of y'all wanna enjoy!

this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :) i don't write smut. it's something that i haven't tried writing before, and i am not sure when i'll be comfortable enough to write it, so please don't send me requests for smut! i will be posting thrice a week, on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays!

i do want to make one thing clear though, i may be a lando norris, carlos sainz fan, and i may defend them with my life, but i will not tolerate any disrespect for any of the drivers’ skills. i’ve recently become anti-charles, i respect him as a driver, not as a person, and while i will try my best to keep it to a minimum, i will also have it clearly marked in the tags, and it will not stop me from writing charles rpf. i do want this to be a safe space for everyone, but please be aware that this blog is my safe space first and i will share my opinions the way i like. f1 beginners are free to ask me any sort of questions they have, and i’ll do my best to answer them as accurately as possible.

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☾ ln4

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lando norris

✧.* miami 05.05.2024

✧.* dutch 25.08.2024

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carlos sainz

☁︎ silverstone 03.07.2022

☁︎ singapore 17.09.2023

☁︎ australia 24.03.2024

☁︎ mexico 27.10.2024

[buckysslut]

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 / 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 !

(if a title is written but not linked to anything it means coming soon!)

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫

𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐫𝐚𝐰

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨

𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 / 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

��𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 , [pt. 2]

𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐦𝐨𝐛!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 [pt. 2]

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , [pt. 2]

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 [pt. 2] [pt. 3] [pt. 4] [pt. 5] [pt. 6]

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐠𝐲𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐨!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 & 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 [pt. 2]

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝-𝐨𝐮𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦

𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐦𝐨𝐛!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞

𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐮, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬

[roonotrue]

Twisted Wonderland - He Hears You Singing (About Him)

General Masterpost

Heartslabyul Edition, Savanaclaw Edition, Octavinelle Edition, Pomefiore Edition, Ignihyde Edition, Diasomnia Edition

Prompt: While relaxing, and doing chores around the Ramshackle dorm for your weekend restoration of the barely standing building, your thoughts drift to love songs from your old world. You think of songs that remind you of your closest fellow NRC student and crush, and end up singing one while you work.

Reader: GN reader - They/Them pronouns and they are referred to as 'MC/Prefect' in this one. And let's all just agree that MC is a great singer- cuz some of these songs have mad vocals that I would never dream of trying to sing myself with my incredibly average voice, and I imagine a lot of you are the same.

Included Characters: Scarabia Edition!

Warnings: None.

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Kalim Al-Asim - "Capital Letters" by Hailee Steinfeld & BloodPop®

- Honestly had zero reason for being at Ramshackle- he just wanted to see you! 😄

- He did knock, because he's polite, but when you didn't answer, and he realized the door was unlocked, and he just wanted to check on you and make sure everything was okay!

- And in a similar fashion as with Floyd- one minute you're singing and dancing as you clean, and the next you're spinning around with Kalim as he takes your hands and starts dancing with you- wearing the most excited smile ever.

- The moment you stop singing- startled by his arrival- he will absolutely pout a bit and beg you to continue and praise your voice like it just cured overblot- he's smitten with it, and with you.

- That said, if you were hoping to keep your singing a secret- I'm sorry, but he's telling everyone. Not on purpose of course! He's just so excited and loves your voice so much that he won't be able to stop talking about it with literally anyone and everyone.

- He'll honestly try to keep quiet about it, but the second he shows up for his next Pop Music Club meeting he will guaranteeably let it slip to Lilia and Cater how awesome your voice is and that you should join the club with them! And once Cater knows- well- it's safe to assume everybody knows now.

- Seven help poor Jamil who will have to listen to him rant about you even more than he does now because of this.

- And Seven help poor you when Jamil shows up at Ramshackle in a panic looking for Kalim who snuck off without him to see you and he finds you both just dancing and singing without a care in the world.

"You should joint the pop music club! Oh- and come sing at some of the parties we have at Scarabia! Pretty, pretty please? You sound so amazing!"

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Jamil Viper - "Fire On Fire" by Sam Smith

- Went to Ramshackle to drop off some left over food for you from one of Kalim's parties and actually had the decency to knock and then also text you to see if you were home when you didn't answer.

- You, however, were very lost in the music and didn't notice your phone go off. So, when Jamil noticed the door was unlocked, the bodyguard instinct of 'a door that should be locked is unlocked, that's suspicious' kicked in, and he decided to check on you, because you should be home, right?

- Unless you're out with your other friends. A thought that totally doesn't give him any weird envy or jealousy related feelings.

- He can't help but instantly relax when he hears you voice echoing in the halls when he makes his way upstairs- relieved. Then mildly ticked that you left your front door unlocked- do you know how unsafe that is? Someone could have broke in! (you mean like you just did bro?)

- He follows the sound of your voice to you and Grim's shared room and takes a moment outside the door to listen as you sing the passionate song nearly perfectly.

- You do have a lovely voice, and that song is... He's never heard anything like it before, so he assumes it's possibly from your world.

- Where you singing it about someone? The idea sends two very different and equally overwhelming emotions piercing his chest and churning his stomach.

- Jealousy and hope.

- He swallows down those feelings and works up the nerve to knock on the bedroom door, startling you out of your little performance, and turning to see him watching you with an unreadable expression, but a slight flush to his face.

- And then you greet him with a shy, slightly embarrassed smile and dear seven, are you trying to kill him? He'll complement your voice with as much composure as he can, very tempted to pry and ask more about it and who you where singing it for

- Seven, what have you done to him? Making him feel these things and have these thoughts... Can't you just be like every other normal annoyance in his life?

"I'm sorry for intruding- the door was unlocked, which is incredibly unsafe... But you... You sounded nice... You should sing more often."

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Bet y'all thought I was dead, huh? Nah homies, I was just ✨Sad✨

But anyway- I finished up all of the parts for this, so I'll be finishing posting them for the next few days and then moving onto the next prompts. Btw tho, you guys should send me requests, I'm bored and have been fixating on Twst for the last few days so I'm gonna be doing a lot of writing for it and need some ideas. Anyway- peace! ~ Roo

[lilmarshie]

yandere gi-hun? after everything he’s been through, that man is definitely not letting you leave his motel 😂

Yandere! Seong Gi-hun x Reader HC’s

A/N- Thank you for the ask, anon! I had a ton of fun writing this and I hope that you enjoy. Please don’t hesitate to send me more headcanon asks or any other suggestions my way! I love writing for the Squid Game characters.

- Gi-hun first noticed you during a moment of vulnerability as you were helping someone in need in the city that you lived in

- Unbeknownst to you, he had been watching you for days now, and was trying to find the best way to get to know you better

- Gi-hun was drawn to your kindness and felt a need to protect you

- When you first meet Gi-hun he’s kind and sweet

- But as time goes on, and you get to know him better, you find out that he’s been tracking you and is always asking you where you’re going or who you’re going to be with

- He is smitten with you and wants to make you his and his alone

- You continue to meet up with him and get to know him better which eventually leads to him asking you out on a date

- The date goes smoothly but Gi-hun makes some off handed comments about being in games and winning copious amounts of money

- You shook it off at him just joking around and told him you would meet up with him again later that week for a second date

- After about two or three dates he asks you if you would want to be his partner which you happily accepted due to his seemingly kind and generous nature

- But that all changed in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t escape Gi-hun now

- Gi-hun would isolate you from friends and family

- He convinced you that they didn’t understand you like he does and it made you hate your family and friends

- Gi-hun had a close eye on you at all times making sure your location was tracked to ensure your “safety”

- In his eyes it was best for you to be under a close watch

- Gi-hun used manipulation to make you stay home at the motel and under his control

- He wouldn’t let you leave the motel unless he was with you again for your “safety”

- Gi-hun’s acts of devotion such as cooking you meals or bringing you flowers are ways to make you feel indebted to him

- He was increasingly jealous with the ways that others treated you and forbid you from speaking to other people without his consent

- Gi-hun breaks down to you confessing his deepest fears and insecurities stating that he’s scared to lose you, his beloved, his one and only

- He confronts you about harmless interactions, accusing you of not valuing his love

[swelteringfire]

I have this headcanon where delta and killer just absolutely bully eachother over the smallest things and color always has to interfere

Like for example

🔪: i lost at candycrush again ..

🔸: loser .

🔪: slut

🔸: whore

🔪: PUSSY

🌈: if you dont shut up i will personally punch you into a wall

🔸: hah

🌈: you too delta .

🔸: oh

Crying sobbing, took me so much time to finish it.

Yesyes, I feel like Killer would challenge Delta's boundaries a lot, too. Not always straight up crossing them. But then again Killer would probably do that with pretty much everyone, Color included.

It's probably something he did back in Nightmare's castle with Nightmare and the MTT as well. Probably one of the reasons why they'd all settle on the fact that Killer's "annoying".

While drawing this I was also thinking about Killer and Chara. I really want to learn more about these too but because Chara was a child that grew up with Toriel, they probably didn't use curse words all that much when around Killer, because that's what they were taught and it's something that stayed even after they died. And Chara being one of Killer's "role models" for a while, they probably didn't teach Killer to swear.

I don't think he'd swear all that much, not that he wouldn't be able to, of course he can. Maybe he'd consider that a waste of words.

I also got too lazy to actually change Killer's words or the scenario because most of that came up in my head when I was nearly done with the drawings.

[neminomnom]

Jinx headcanons!!!

similar to the powder one in the way that some are relationship ones and other general ones, enjoy!!

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-Jinx lives off monster, she finds water plane so she drinks monster all the time, her favourite flavour would be Mango Loco.

-Her wardrobe would be like a flea market, she has so much random stuff she never wears.

-Hates brushing her hair, with how long it is, brushing it is really time consuming and she would get frustrated each time a knot wouldn’t untangle.

- Smells like a mix of gunpowder, gasoline and a really fruity perfume, shhe could go through half a bottle of perfume in a day with how much she douses herself in it.

-Jinx is freakishly good at chess, she never really plays it though and finds it boring.

-she loves but hates physical touch at the same time, after a long day she wants nothing more than to be close up to you, but doesn’t respond well with people unexpectedly touching her.

-was such an annoying teenager, but that was because silco would spoil her, not in the buy everything way but he would let her get away with quite a few things.

-If you was in a relationship with her, be prepared to get bombarded with a bunch of cool inventions she made for you, and she would give you little drawings.

-loves people playing with her hair, would let you do cool hairstyles on her.

-whenever she went out with silco, she would make him buy her a bunch of lollipops, loves the cola flavoured ones.

- would love it if you let her babble about all her weapons and how she made them and even better if you ask questions about them, it reassures her that you care in some way.

-Jinx drools in her sleep, she has one part of her pillow what is just always a bit slobbery, and she snores really loud.

-She the ultimate cuddler, even if it was like 30 Celsius she would still cuddle up to you like a koala, and too bad if you need anything in the middle of the night, her grip is STRONG.

-When Felicia was still alive and everything was good, if Vi got sick she would stick a dirty spoon in her mouth what Vi ate with because she loves the soup Felicia would make them if they were sick.

-Jinx is really creative with presents and would make you the bests gifts, even if it’s left to last minute, she would put so much thought into it.

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[elshe]

What would you guys like to see from me??

I’ve come out of my dry spell and all I’ve wanted to do is draw ALL DAY!!! 😭😭 I’m freakin PUMPED. I’ve got my iPad on bright mode and my pencil warmed in my hand. Nothing can stop me.

Tell me what Hiccstrid/HTTYD/The Gang/any other Httyd related things you’d like to see me draw! I’ll pick my favorites and draw them for you. This is your motherfuckin chance. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Send the requests in my inbox pretty please thanks!! I love you!!

[ynscrazylife]

trouble (colt seavers x stunt double!reader)

Colt considers himself a pretty laid back man. He gets along well with a lot of people. Most people. It’s been a while, since his work with Tom, that he has had to deal with someone who really irked him. Until he meets you. The both of you are stunt doubles for the leads of a new, fast-paced action movie.

At first, he thinks you’re cute (well, as much as he tries to convince himself otherwise, he still does). The first stunt he does for the movie is one with you and that’s what gets you all in trouble. You don’t like what you see as a careless attitude he has when it came to stunts and he makes the mistake of joking that you should “take things more easily”. From then on, you guys are always squabbling over something.

It doesn’t help that when he finds out that you have a cool motorcycle stunt, he talks to the director in hopes that he’ll get the stunt instead. You find out about that and you’re not happy.

Well, the motorcycle stunt gets done. He can’t deny that you look great wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, expertly performing the stunt in one take.

Now, he’s watching from behind the cameras as you perform another stunt, this time a car one. Your character’s involved in a car chase on a beach and you’re supposed to go barreling down the dock, only to stop right before the end of it.

The stunt’s going great, you’re getting on the dock, and then—

“It won’t stop. The brakes won’t—!” You yell into your mic, before the car pummels into the water and disappears.

For a split second, everything seems to be going in slow motion. Colt looks up from the camera to the actual dock—and you’re just gone. His heart begins to hammer as it sets in what really has happened. He can hardly think before he’s sprinting off, along with the medics on the set and other professionals, who are on standby in case anything goes wrong. And something has gone really, really wrong.

Someone grabs his arm, pulling him back to let the guys do what they have to do. They’re gathering equipment together, one person tying a rope around another person’s waist.

Colt feels sick to his stomach as he watches the man dive into the water, your panicked voice replaying in his mind. He’s heard you annoyed, exasperated, but never this. He’s seen stunts go wrong, but not to this extent.

He’ll save the thinking about whatever brake thing went wrong for later. His mind’s filled with you, your image, your fear.

The man with the rope resurfaces and there’s commotion about the angle the car’s at. He needs something that enables him to breathe longer underwater. Colt wants to scream as they fumble around with goddamn snorkeling equipment — you’re sinking underwater! He’ll go in himself if he has to.

Finally, the man dives in again, and after a tense minute, he emerges, carrying you.

He runs with the medics, unable to do much aside from stand there. One of the medics pounds on your chest and, when he sees that you aren’t breathing, he begins to feel like he can’t either. Colt snatches a blanket out of someone’s hands and kneels down beside you, begging for you silently to wake up.

After the second round of rescue breaths and CPR, you wake with a desperate gasp for air, for life. It’s the most beautiful sound Colt has ever heard. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders, helping you sit up as you focus on getting as much the air in as possible.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. Nothing needs to be said in this moment. Colt rubs your back with the towel as a gurney is brought to you. “Up you go,” he murmurs, lifting you onto the gurney.

Your eyes stick on him as you’re strapped onto the gurney, a silent plea to not be left alone. Colt understands, he’s not about to leave you alone for a second. He follows the gurney towards the ambulance, as paramedics have now arrived.

He helps them lift the gurney into the ambulance and sits down inside, watching as the paramedics flock around you. One takes your vitals, the other places an oxygen mask over your mouth. He hears them talk about the possibility of hypothermia and takes a hold of your hand.

“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna be just fine and I’m going to be here for you,” he whispers. He pushed people away when he had his back injury, but he’s not going to let you be alone while you recover. He promises himself that.

The ambulance arrives at the hospital and you’re whisked away. Despite knowing that you’re awake, Colt still worries. He tries to distract himself by updating the movie crew and talking to the hospital staff, continuously asking for any updates they might have on you.

Eventually a nurse out comes out and tells him that you’re asking for him. He practically runs to your room, having to force himself to slow down right before he enters. He has to be collected.

He’s not, at all, collected on the inside.

“Hey, troublemaker,” Colt greets as he saunters in, smiling because you’re all bundled up in blankets and you look absolutely adorable. He sits down in a chair next to you.

“Hi,” you say quietly, mustering up a smile.

He asks you about how you’re feeling, if you’re okay, about the monitors, practically interrogating you. He eases up when he sees you start to get overwhelmed with all the questions, though.

“God, that . . . That was scary,” he finally admits.

“I know,” you agree, gazing at him. How could a man you found to be so annoying be so sweet at the same time?

“That’s never gonna happen again. They’re gonna investigate and see what went wrong,” he assures you. He’d sent a very demanding text to the director about that.

You nod and he can see that you’re tired, which you have every right to be.

“You know, they say that body heat is the best way to warm someone up,” he says, smirking and only half-joking.

You roll your eyes at him. “Just sit with me, okay?” You ask him, patting the empty space on your bed.

He nods, taking his place. He stays until the nurses come to kick him out, and even then, with his charm, manages to negotiate a few more minutes. When you doze off on his shoulder, the nurses don’t have the heart to make him leave. He’s not gonna leave your side again.

[angel06babysworld]

childhood!bsf!rafe x swan!reader

Where the Heart Stays

The morning sun spilled gold across the wooden porch of the animal shelter, where a pair of mismatched rocking chairs creaked softly in the breeze. One held Rafe Cameron, the other, an old tabby cat that had claimed it as its throne. Rafe scratched behind the cat’s ears as he waited, already smudged with dust and sweat from the work he’d done before breakfast. He never could sit still too long when it came to her place.

Inside, the scent of hay and warm bread clung to the air. Swan had been up since five. She always beat him to the day. Always had, even back in high school. Back when she was his best friend with a braid too long and heart too wide for the world, and he was just the boy who loved her with everything in him but never said it—until graduation night. She hadn’t even blinked before she kissed him back.

Now, six years later, Rafe had grease under his fingernails, sun on his skin, and her—his Swan—for a wife.

“Sylvester needs his meds,” she said softly from behind him, arms slipping around his middle like it was the most natural place in the world. “Don’t let him fool you. He will pretend he already got them.”

Rafe chuckled, standing to press a kiss to her hair. “I’m more scared of you than I am of that goat.”

She giggled, the sound like windchimes. “As you should be.”

The shelter bustled behind them—dogs barking for breakfast, a parrot squawking “RAFE!” like it was trying to call him out for something. Swan disappeared briefly to help a new volunteer, but even from across the gravel yard, Rafe watched her. Always had. Since he was nine and she helped him clean mud off his scraped-up knees and told him he was “too pretty to cry.”

That girl had grown into a woman who ran an entire sanctuary with nothing but heart and grit—and somehow still made time to pack him lunch every day like he wasn’t a grown man who could throw together a sandwich.

“Don’t forget your thermos,” she said, catching him as he headed for his truck. She held it out like it was the most sacred item in the world. “You always forget, and then come home cranky.”

“I’m not cranky,” he muttered, taking it.

“You glared at the rooster for a full minute yesterday.”

“He started it.”

She laughed, then stood on her toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Be safe.”

Rafe held her close for a moment, unwilling to let go yet, the scent of her shampoo grounding him more than any paycheck ever could. “You know I’ve loved you since I was nine?” he murmured, because sometimes he just needed to say it. “You had a feather in your hair, and I thought—God, she’s gonna ruin me.”

“I remember,” she whispered. “You told me during our graduation. You smelled like cheap beer and fireworks.”

“I meant every word.”

Swan touched his face, thumb tracing the edge of his jaw like she was memorizing it all over again. “And I’ll love you until the end of the world, Rafe Cameron.”

And somehow, even after eighteen years of knowing her, it still made him feel like that scraped-up nine-year-old boy, heart thudding in awe that she ever looked at him like he hung the moon.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, before he pulled away. “Don’t forget to eat.”

“Don’t forget to rest.”

Neither of them would listen.

But that was just who they were—her, the shelter girl with a heart too big and hands always busy saving lives; and him, the boy who became a man building fences and fixing roofs and finding every way he could to make sure she never had to worry about a thing.

And if he had to spend the rest of his life covered in dirt and dog hair to keep her happy…well, that’ll be easy.

He’d loved her since he was nine.

And she’d loved him like swans do—forever.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead

[angelscovee]

𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑗𝑟𝑙

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ☞ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ? ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴠʟᴏɢ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ

⇝ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ʙᴜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀᴇ x ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⇝ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⇝ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

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"hey y'all!! so today i'm doing a day in my life cause its been a while since i did one of those." i set my camera down on my vanity as i sat down to do my makeup.

i started doing my makeup as i talked about the things i had to do today. i was blending my foundation when the door to my room opened. i smiled as i looked at the camera.

"we have a special guest today ya'll!!" i said as i turned my camera towards paige as she waved at it.

"today im gonna be having my girlfriend join me today in todays vlog for the first time ever." i said with an exaggerated gasp.

once i finished my makeup i changed into my outfit as i gave the camera a full look at it.

"im wearing a shirt that i got from hot topic, i thrifted these jorts, and i'm wearing some black converse." i spoke to the camera not noticing the way paige was blatantly staring at me.

as i walked back up to my camera to pick it up i could see paige looking at me through my mirror, i turned around with a smile as i stared at her.

"do i have something on my face?" i asked with a raised eyebrow knowing shes probably been looking at me like that for a while.

"nah you just look.. really beautiful." she said looking at me admiring how i looked as i shook my head with a smile looking away from her a blush rising to my face.

"okay anyway, today is gonna be a sort of chill day, i just have a few errands to run not to much like last time." i said talking to my camera as paige and i walked to her car.

i set down my camera in front of me as i got inside the car.

"alright ill see ya'll when we get to target bye!!" i said as i shut off the camera buckling in and storing the camera in my bag.

"when you're about to post the video tell me so i can be the first one to watch and like it." i turned my head towards paige with a smile on my face.

paige has always supported my youtube career since we started dating. everyday im thankful i have someone that actually supports me.

"don't worry i will, ill watch it with you too, i heard theres gonna be a cute blonde in the video." i said with a grin as i could see a smirk start to form on her face.

"oh yeah? guess we'll have to watch it then, heard that this really pretty girl is doing a day in the life vlog." she stated as she kept her eyes on the road.

my eyes were completely focused on her though, the way her eyes focus on the road, the way her eyebrows slightly furrow when shes concentrating.

gosh shes perfect. i don't know what i did to deserve someone like her but in glad i did it.

i really am the luckiest girl aren't i. i kept on staring at her as if shes the last thing i was ever gonna look at. after about five minutes i finally spoke up.

"i'm the luckiest girl, with a girl like you." i said catching paige off guard as i saw her blush.

i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. the love of my life.

[conkevi]

my vers. of the corpse in the bunny suit