I wanna be famous, but like how voice actors or authors are famous. I wanna be able to go to conventions and sign stuff and meet people that are way cooler than me but somehow like my work and feel famous but then drive out to Robertitos taco shop for lunch in my Nissan Cube and not have anybody recognize me as I scarf down my chicken burrito and spill hot sauce on my shirt.
Request: Can I get an imagine where it’s set in modern day. Where Patrick falls for the emo outcast (cause that what I was in high school.). Her hair is mint green and dresses all in black and wears combat boats. She also listens to heavy means rock music. Thanks love
They left, with little explanation, only Emmett’s words telling you it was not your fault. And something about Bella needing to be safe.
And here they were. Sitting in the cafeteria, in their regular seats, like no time had passed and built a wall between you.
You stared at them, unsure of what to do, and they stared back, hopeful.
Emmett grinned nervously at you, patting the seat beside him expectantly, as if you would sit with them as though their absence had never hurt you. His eyes were pleading.
No, in their months away you had begun to rebuild yourself. To be someone other then ‘the chick that was friends with the mysterious Cullen’s’.
You were right to be suspicious of their returned presence. It was a bittersweet feeling, mixing between butterfly’s in your stomach and your skin crawling like a nasty itch.
Emmett stopped patting the seat, suddenly unsure if you would venture over.
You wanted to be near them, listen to them, talk and laugh … but now, a strange vengeful feeling grew in your chest.
You had tried to calling Emmett, all of them when they left. Not a call back, not even a text. So why pass yourself over to them?
You turned away, sitting with new – and staying – friends of the new table you regulated.
You would talk to them, but right now, you wanted them to know you wouldn’t act like time hadn’t passed and people could – and in time – would move on to relationships of types that didn’t boil down to unexplained absence and pain.
You needed them to know that.
With your back turned to them, you begun talking to Angela and Jessica.
Reader is mute and Demetri’s mate. She goes for help when a newborn attacks the Volturi in America.
The Volturi had come to visit you as you were Demetri’s mate. The time was coming for you to be changed and go with him later.
There was a wide communication barrier with yourself and the Volturi since you were mute. However they admired your efforts and so offered you the same. Demetri often tried to convince you to try and speak but never pushed you. ‘I’d just love to hear your voice, cara mia.’He’d say softly trailing a finger down your cheek lovingly. You’d offer him a smile. Lightly placing your fingertips on his elbow. You were conscious of human contact to the Volturi. So you’d offer very little. Demetri would say it was alright, that you didn’t have to take such precaution for him or any of the Volturi. You continued for their comfort more than your safety. He’d feel your touch becoming more as time went on until your hand was encased around his elbow.
It all happened so fast when the Volturi froze. You waved at their faces, you got no response but their expressions contorted to one of shock and slight panic. You heard a laugh and jumped when a red eyed boy came into view. He looked to be in his late teens and had dark hair. He paid no attention to you, his eyes on them. “Didn’t see that coming did ya?” He mocked. The boy turned to you. “A human eh? Well don’t you smell delicious.”
You looked at the Volturi in panic who did nothing in response.
“Oh I wouldn’t bother,” the boy shrugged. “They can’t do anything. They can hear us, the just can’t move, or talk, or do anything. I haven’t quite got the hearing part under control yet. It’s a nice touch, don’t you think?” He waited for a response which never came. You just looked at him.
“You’re not much of a talker huh?” He waited again, nothing.
“Cat got your tongue?” He tilted his head. “Can’t you talk?”
You shook your head.
“Wait you can’t talk!?” He laughed loudly. “I bet I could make you scream.” He said his voice dripping in cruelty. “If I got the right spot in your neck, broke the right bone…I bet I could make you scream.”
You began to shake in fear catching Demetri’s eye as Demetri’s face contorted into one of anger. “You seem to be very attached to this one.” The boy mocked jabbing a thumb in Demetri’s direction. “Is he your boyfriend?”
Boyfriend. It was a modern term. You could tell this vampire was very young compared to most. No vampire had ever used the term ‘boyfriend’ around you. You slowly nodded.
“Oh he is!” The boy cackled. “This just gets better and better.”
The boy moved closer to you. “You don’t know what they’re capable of. You might think you do…but you don’t.” He trailed a finger your face. “God, you smell so good.” He mumbled to himself.
You stepped away and he smirked. “I bet I could make you scream. I bet if I hit just the right spot of your neck. You’d find your voice from sheer agony.” He repeated himself.
You didn’t have enough time to step further back as he moved shoving you to the ground, your head hitting a tree. Your mouth opened as though in pain but no sound was made.
“Get out of here human, just run away and don’t come back here.” The boy scowled as you slowly crawled backwards. “Oh and don’t tell anyone.” He winked and laughed before you got up and sprinted away.
“Well, well, it seems your human isn’t so loyal as you’d think.” The boy smirked. “Atleast they’re smart.”
Demetri was relieved you got away safe but couldn’t ignore the wave of disappointment. You made it look easy too leave him behind, as though you had been waiting for this moment.
Ten minutes had passed and the boy continued to rant how he would be praised for finally taking down the Volturi and how he’d take his place in power for it. The Volturi stopped listening after one minute went by. They had heard this before.
They tuned in when they heard a beating. It was a heartbeat. They boy stopped too and you came into view. Dread ran through Demetri. ‘No, why did you come back!?’
A smile grew on your face as the boy frowned. “You’re stupid!” He spat. “Mute and stupid!”
You waved in return with a grin. You mouthed something that made the boy stiffen. “What?” He said nerves overtaking him.
‘I told.’ You mouthed again just as a new smell over took them.
Alice landed her jump, digging her knees into the boy who in turn was knocked to the ground.
“Making fun of a mute? Dude, not cool!” Emmett appeared before he lunged.
You didn’t see much of the boys death as it all happened too fast for you to really see. You weren’t really bothered, you were too busy making your way to Demetri who was released and moved toward you. “You’re okay.” Demetri breathed. You nodded against his shoulder.
Over two years ago, I dated a boy for around 5 or 6 months. Let’s call him X. Ultimately, I broke up with X because he routinely sexually assaulted me, cheated on me, threatened to tell my mother horrific and untrue things about me if I left him, and many other things of that sort. We don’t talk regularly, but every time he likes a girl he’ll pretend to text me accidentally and tell me about it in an attempt to make me jealous. I have a friend who X talks to regularly, and this friend will then tell me the name of the girl he’s crushing on.
Every time this happens, I send the girl a DM. I tell her that I heard that X has been crushing on her, and that she’s free to make her own choices about dating him, but before she should do so she should know the kind of person he really is. I then tell her the truth about what he did to me, sprinkling in some old screenshots I’ve saved just for this occasion. I make sure to include that it’s entirely possible he may have changed, but should they date she should look out for those warning behaviors. I ask her to please not share any of the information I’ve given her, as he could still tell my mother many of the thing she threatened to before (not that she would believe him).
So far, I’ve done this with 4 girls. None of them have ever said anything, and all of them have unexpectedly stopped talking to him out of nowhere (according to the mutual friend). He posts on social media all the time about how he can never get a date, and occasionally rants about how women are so picky and choosy and always flake out halfway through a flirtatious relationship.
It may seem over the top, but the sexual abuse I suffered through has deeply affected me, and I fully intend to make sure he can never get a date again. Take that, b*tch. (source)
that’s not petty, that’s a public service
this girl is a hero.
@ all women, can we all just agree that this is 100000% okay and appreciated and make this a regular thing and not tell any guys about it? leave those assholes in the dark
Pansexual Monster Girl 