RP-OC-LOVER1010

After that first night Lars spends most of his time at your place. You have him many different ways around your apartment. Sometimes he's the whimpering, whining kittenish boy. Other times he's aggressive, demanding grabbing your throat biting your neck. Either way you're always satisfied. He begins to spend the night almost every night. He has clothes in your closet and a toothbrush in the bathroom. You slip right in to a pleasant domestic situation. He leaves you silly, sappy notes most mornings and makes sure there's coffee brewed in the little maker he bought you. Weeks past like this and it's August. You're last month in Beach City. In

Later you you'd look back at that as the moment it all started. It wasn't the that you really wanted a coffee, you just knew it was the perfect excuse to see him. So you'd stop by every few mornings to The Big Donut. And you'd talk a little as he leaned against counter with his arms crossed. Lars would usually be chiding you to get a reaction. Most times you just let him talk. Mostly there were a myriad of complaints. His observations were pretty funny. It was good to let people talk about things that bothered them, and you didn't mind to listen. It seemed to you that people didn't really listen to him. You had a few conversations with other

The rhythmic crash of the surf blends in with the noisy calls of the gulls. There you are laying out on your beach towel, shades on and flipping through a book. You feel the sun warm your skin. It's time to relax. You wandered along the shore all afternoon collecting seashells. Stopping only to admire the beautiful high rocky cliffs which flanked the beach. You could get used to spending your days like this. Your mind drifts off and away, the sun shining on you makes you feel quite drowsy. You let you book drop to your side, and are just about to doze off when a shadow quickly crosses in front. You open your eyes. Well, look at that. He's b

The Lighthouse? You really should have asked a few more questions. Though I suppose when you've only been in a city for a few days and someone invites you to a 'scary movie party', well getting over excited is forgivable. You think how nice it was for the funny fellow at the fry shop to invite you. While cursing yourself for being egregiously, unapologetically late. Jogging up the grassy slope you catch the sound of a conversation. They're too far away to hear so you can make out what they're saying. You notice it's a boy and girl. He's happily explaining something to her. She nods and rubs her arms likes she's cold. Probably scared after t

#TW: #MILDLANGUAGE #MAYBESLIGHTOOCNESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN: This is a one-shot based off of ((link in description)) opening, which if you haven’t read, might want to so you know what’s up. Now, I give you~ Simon Lewis, from TMI. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Third Person POV*     You turned around to see who wanted your attention. What you saw was a very tall guy with messy, dark brown hair, chestnut brown eyes behind thin wire framed glasses, and a friendly, if not derpy, smile plastered to his face. He was wearing a graphic tee of a

“Finnick! You get back here right now!” You shouted to your husband as he ran around your yard, your 6 year old daughter, Mira, in his arms. “No!” Both Finnick and Mira shouted in unison. You facepalmed, figures your daughter would end up like her father. She had her father’s curly bronze hair and his tan skin, but she had your __e/c__ eyes and your nose, but she took mostly after her father in her personality too. “Fine!” You hollered back. “I guess I’ll just have to eat all these sandwiches myself.” You carried the plate of tuna sandwiches on bread flavored with seaweed that was

Author's Note: Not an alternate universe, but I did change some canon stuff to make the story fit. Not like a lot of stuff, but Alby doesn't get stuck in the maze with Minho and Thomas, and Teresa hasn't arrived at the Glade yet. No, no, no. You thought, running desperately. You had gotten turned around in the maze (how stupid was that; you had been a runner for a year and a half and now you were going to die in the shuckin' thing), and now you didn't think you were going to make it to the doors before they shut. __y/n__, you suck, You mentally scolded yourself. C'mon, run just a little harder and you'll make it! You nearly sobbed in relie

  Author’s Note: THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I’VE WRITTEN YET OMG. I SPENT FOUR DAYS ON THIS AND I KNOW LIKE NO ONE IS GOING TO READ IT UGH WHY  </3  I hope anyone that does read it enjoys it!!  <333 (Also I changed lots of stuff, but still spoilers for Jurassic World!) You heard the sound of a kid crying, turning around in your seat and frowning when you saw the sobbing boy. He had wavy, dirty blonde hair, and a face that would’ve been downright adorable if it wasn’t scrunched up in sadness.   There was a guy next to him, he looked to be about your age, and he kind of sounded like a dick.   “Be quiet.”