Albert pull into a gas station and i see a man had just started to get his gas. " maybe he can help me " i thought but then i thought better of it and pull my hood up covering my face. Albert look over at me as he shuts the truck off " whats wrong ? Don't you want people to see the love bites and love i shown you " albert snigger " its abuse " i said albert grabs me roughly by the arm and pulls me to him kiss me roughly and we hear a loud music from behind us " ill be back " albert said as he gets out and locks the door but i had my window down.
I check to see if that guy i had seen was still at the gas pump he was just getting in his car he was talking to a man I reach for my bag and grab it before throwing it on the ground and push myself out of the car through the window and i grab my bag the guy had started his car i felt my heart race the blood in my ears thump thump thump. I grab my bag and ran to the guys around the car i hear Albert yelling at me i push the guy that was leaning into the car and I was push away and i fall to the ground everyone look at me i jump up and i grab my bag again and threw it into the car i hear a yelp i hear running of footsteps and got into the car just as i felt a ghost of a hand grab my door before it was gone and i turn to the guy in the driver seat " drive " i said the guy drove i put my seatbelt on and i caught a glimspe of Albert on the ground getting beat up i smirked and look ahead i felt a small animal crawl in my lap " hey " the guy said to his puppy as he reach for her to not crawl on me but i held her " you can just drop me off at the bus station " i said " that was reckless of you " the guy said " didnt see no other way " i said as i look at the collar and it said daisy. " hello daisy I'm ashley " i said " my names john " the guy said i look over at john and laugh out loud " it was pretty reckless i don't know you but you look tough so.. " i said as i drifted off " how long ? " john ask i felt tears sting my eyes i look away and out the window i look in the rearveiw mirror no one was behind us. " a few weeks but we have been together for three years " i said john and i didnt say anything after that john pulls up to the bus station. i hear my phone going off and I immediately look for it in my bag and I grab it and pull it out but it was Albert calling and john pulls my phone from my hands " he can track you yes " john said i nod as i felt tears stream down my face i unbuckle my seatbelt and grab my bag i open my door " wait! " john said and he throws my phone out the window " can't leave you here i know just the place " john said i close my door and put my seatbelt on " thank you you didnt have to help me but you did thank you john. " i said " dont thank me yet " john said
A/N: I have been watching Friends 24/7 that I had a dream about them last night 😭
The purple walls of Monica’s apartment were usually a source of comfort, but today, they felt like they were leaning in, eavesdropping on Y/N’s heavy heart. The morning sun filtered through the large window, illuminating dust motes dancing over the mismatched chairs. Monica was in the kitchen, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of her chopping vegetables acting as a metronome for Y/N’s anxiety.
Y/N sat at the wooden table, her fingers tracing the rim of a chipped mug. She had been part of this circle for two years now, ever since she’d moved into the building and Phoebe had "read her tea leaves" in the hallway. She loved them all, but her relationship with Joey was… different. It was effortless. They shared a love for bad horror movies, late-night pizza, and the specific brand of silence that comes when two people are perfectly comfortable together.
But lately, that silence had become deafening.
"Y/N, if you sigh one more time, I’m going to have to re-evaluate the oxygen levels in this room," Monica said, not looking up from her precision-cut cucumbers.
"I’m just tired, Mon," Y/N lied, though she knew it wouldn't fly.
"Tired? Or 'I watched Joey bring home a dental hygienist named Kiki last night' tired?" Rachel asked, sliding into the kitchen with a laundry basket balanced on her hip. She set it down and leaned against the counter. "Honey, we’ve seen the look. You’re pining. You are officially in a state of 'The Pine.'"
Y/N groaned, dropping her head onto the table with a dull thud. "Is it that obvious? I thought I was being subtle. I thought I was being the 'cool friend' who doesn't mind when he talks about his dates."
"Subtle?" Phoebe’s voice floated in from the balcony. She stepped inside, clutching a handful of dried lavender. "Yesterday, when Joey mentioned he liked the way that girl smelled, you looked like you were trying to telepathically set her hair on fire. Your aura was a very aggressive shade of burnt orange."
"It’s just... it’s Joey," Y/N whispered into the wood of the table. "He’s my best friend. He’s the person who makes me laugh when I want to scream at my boss. But then I see him with these women, these gorgeous, effortless women who disappear after forty-eight hours, and I realize that’s all he wants. He wants the 'How you doin'?' and the thrill of the chase. He doesn't want... this. He doesn't want the girl who knows he’s afraid of the dark and has a 'Hugsy' penguin."
Monica stopped chopping and walked over, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. "You don't know that. Joey is a lot of things, mostly hungry, but he’s also the most loyal person I know. He just doesn't realize that what he’s looking for is already sitting on his couch eating his grapes."
"You have to tell him," Rachel insisted, her eyes bright with the prospect of a romantic confession. "Think about it! It’s like a movie. The girl next door finally speaks up, the music swells, the rain starts falling, well, maybe not rain, because of the hair, but it’s beautiful!"
"I can't," Y/N argued. "If I tell him and he gives me that 'Oh, honey' look... I’ll lose him. I’d rather have 10% of Joey Tribbiani as a friend than 0% of him because I made things weird."
"But what if it’s 100%?" Phoebe pointed out. "What if he’s just waiting for a sign? Joey needs signs, Y/N. Big ones. Like a billboard. Or a sandwich with your name on it."
The girls spent the next hour breaking down Y/N’s defenses. They reminded her of the time Joey had defended her honor against a rude guy at the bar, and the way he always saved the last slice of pepperoni for her, a gesture that, in Joey’s world, was practically a marriage proposal. By the time the coffee was cold, Y/N had been convinced. She would tell him.
The next two days were a blur of nervous energy. Y/N couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep. She spent an embarrassing amount of time in front of her mirror, practicing her "confession."
“Joey, I have feelings for you.” Too formal.
“Hey, Joe, wanna be more than buds?” Too casual.
“I love you, you beautiful Italian sandwich-obsessed man!” Too desperate.
She decided to go with the "Food Approach." If there was one way to Joey’s heart, it was through his stomach. She spent four hours in her tiny kitchen baking a batch of double-chocolate chip cookies, the soft, gooey kind he loved. She packed them into a red tin, her hands shaking so hard she nearly dropped the lid.
"Today is the day," she whispered to her reflection. She had dressed in her favorite sweater, the soft blue one Joey once said made her eyes "pop like those fancy bubbles in the shipping boxes."
She walked across the building, the short distance feeling like a mile-long trek through a desert. She reached Apartment 19 and took a deep, steadying breath. She could hear the faint sound of the TV inside, the theme song to some game show.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door didn't open immediately. Y/N adjusted her grip on the cookie tin, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Finally, she heard the lock click.
The door swung open, but it wasn't Joey who stood there.
It was a woman. She was tall, with sleek blonde hair and a silk robe that definitely didn't belong to her. She looked disheveled in that "just rolled out of bed" way that Y/N could never quite pull off.
"Oh, hello," the woman said, leaning against the doorframe. Her voice was husky and satisfied.
"I... is Joey here?" Y/N managed to choke out, her stomach dropping into her shoes.
"Joey!" the woman called back over her shoulder. "One of your friends is here!"
Joey appeared behind her a second later. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked happy, glowingly, devastatingly happy.
"Hey, Y/N!" he grinned, leaning down to plant a messy, lingering kiss on the blonde woman’s cheek. "This is Candi. Candi with an 'i'. Candi, this is Y/N, the girl I told you about who’s really good at Boggle."
Y/N felt like the floor had been pulled out from under her. The sight of his lips on another woman’s skin, the casual way he held her waist, it was a physical blow. The red tin of cookies felt heavy, like a lead weight.
"I... I just brought these for the group," Y/N lied, her voice trembling. She shoved the tin into Joey’s hands. "But I forgot I have a... a thing. A doctor’s thing. For my... foot."
"Your foot?" Joey’s brow furrowed in genuine concern. "Is it the toe thing again? Do you want me to come with you? I can get dressed in like, two minutes."
"No!" Y/N snapped, backing away toward the stairs. "No, stay. Enjoy your... Candi. I’ll see you later."
She didn't wait for him to respond. She turned and ran. She didn't go back to her apartment, she knew she couldn't be alone with her thoughts. She burst out of the building and into the cold New York air, her vision blurring with hot, stinging tears.
Central Perk was crowded, but Y/N didn't care. She made a beeline for the orange velvet couch, sinking into the corner and pulling a throw pillow to her chest. She didn't order coffee. She just sat there, the weight of the rejection, the unspoken rejection, crushing her.
She felt like a fool. She had listened to the girls, let them fill her head with fairy tales, only to be met with the cold reality of Joey’s lifestyle. To him, women were like guest stars on a sitcom, appearing for an episode or two, providing some entertainment, and then being written out. Why would he ever want a series regular like her?
The tears started then, silent and uncontrollable. She buried her face in the pillow, sobbing quietly as the hum of the coffee house continued around her.
"Y/N?"
The voice was low, familiar, and thick with concern. She didn't look up. She couldn't.
"Hey, talk to me," Joey said. He sat down beside her, the couch dipping under his weight. He didn't try to be funny, he didn't use a line. He just reached out and gently pulled the pillow away from her face. "You’ve been gone for three hours. I went to your place, I went to Monica’s, no one knew where you were. I’ve been looking all over for you."
Y/N wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, looking everywhere but at him. "I’m fine, Joey. Just a bad day."
"Don't give me that," he said, his voice unusually stern. "You were crying. You don't cry because of a 'bad day.' You cry when something’s wrong. Is it work? Did that guy at the office say something to you? Because if he did, I’ll go down there right now. I don’t care if I don’t have a pass, I’ll tell the security guard I’m a doctor. I have the lab coat from the play!"
Y/N gave a small, broken laugh. "No, Joey. It’s not work."
"Then what?" He leaned in closer, his dark eyes searching hers. The smell of his cologne, the one she’d always loved, wrapped around her, making her heart ache even more. "You can tell me anything. You know that."
Y/N took a shaky breath. "I’m in love with someone, Joey."
She saw his expression flicker, a split second of surprise, followed by something she couldn't quite name. He looked away for a moment, then back at her. "Oh. Okay. Well... that’s a good thing, right? Love is... you know, it’s what people do."
"Not when the guy doesn't see you that way," Y/N whispered. "I love this guy, but he’s... he’s not available. Not really. He’s always with someone else. He treats women like they’re disposable, and I’m just his friend. I’m the girl he watches TV with. I’m 'one of the guys.' I went to tell him today, but I saw him with someone else and I realized... I’m never going to be the one he chooses."
Joey went very quiet. He stared at the coffee table, his jaw tight. "He sounds like a real moron," Joey said finally.
"He’s not a moron," Y/N defended. "He’s just... he’s him."
"No, he’s a moron," Joey insisted, turning to her. "If he has a girl like you in his life, someone who’s funny and smart and makes the best cookies in the city, and he’s off chasing some 'Candi' or whatever... then he’s the biggest idiot in New York. You’re Y/N. You’re the person who knows that I can't eat shellfish but I'll risk it for a good clam bar. You’re the person who stayed up with me when I was nervous about the Days of Our Lives audition."
He took her hand, his large palm warm against hers. "What should I do, Joey? Should I tell him? Or should I just give up?"
Joey looked at her hand in his, then up at her face. "You tell him," he said firmly. "You tell him exactly how you feel. Because you never know, Y/N. Maybe he’s just as scared as you are. Maybe he thinks he’s not good enough for you, so he surrounds himself with all these other people to try and forget that he wants something real."
Y/N stared at him. The irony was so thick she could almost taste it. "You think I should confess?"
"Yeah. Do it. Tomorrow. Or whenever you’re ready. Just... don't let a guy like that get away without knowing what he’s missing."
"Okay," Y/N said softly. "I’ll do it. Thank you, Joey."
"Anytime," he said, but for the first time in their friendship, his smile didn't reach his eyes.
Y/N didn't confess the next day. In fact, she didn't see anyone for three days. She stayed in her apartment, her phone unplugged, the curtains drawn. She needed to process the pain of being comforted by the very man who was breaking her heart. She spent the time in a haze of old movies and takeout, trying to imagine a life where she wasn't constantly waiting for Joey to notice her.
In Monica’s apartment the atmosphere was tense. Joey was driving everyone crazy. He was pacing Monica’s kitchen, refusing to eat the mini-quiches she’d made, and snapping at Chandler for no reason.
"Joey, will you sit down?" Chandler finally yelled. "You’re like a caffeinated squirrel! What is wrong with you?"
"I haven't seen Y/N in three days!" Joey shouted back. "She’s not answering her door! She’s not at the coffee house! What if she told that guy and he was mean to her? What if he broke her heart and she’s sitting in there crying?"
Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe exchanged a long, pointed look.
"Joey," Monica said, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "Sit down. We need to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk! I want to check on her!"
"Joey!" Rachel grabbed his arm and forced him into a chair. "Listen to us. Do you remember when Y/N told you she was in love with a guy? A guy who was always with other women? A guy who saw her as 'one of the buds'?"
Joey nodded slowly. "Yeah. The moron."
"Joey," Phoebe said, leaning forward. "You’re the moron."
The room went silent. Joey’s mouth opened, then closed. He looked at Rachel, then Monica, then back to Phoebe. "What?"
"She’s in love with you, Joey," Rachel said, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "She’s been in love with you for a long time. She came over the other day to tell you, but she saw you with that girl... Candi. She was heartbroken."
Joey felt like the world had tilted on its axis. The memories of the last few months came rushing back like a tidal wave, the way Y/N always looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking, the cookies, the way she laughed at his jokes even when they weren't funny, the way she had looked at him in Central Perk when she said she was in love with an "unavailable" man.
“If he has a girl like you in his life... then he’s the biggest idiot in New York.”
His own words echoed in his head, mocking him. He WAS the biggest idiot in New York. He had been so busy looking for the next "moment" that he had completely ignored the "forever" that was standing right in front of him.
"Oh my god," Joey whispered, his face turning pale. "I told her to confess to me... and she did, but I was too stupid to hear it."
"She thinks you don't want her, Joey," Monica said. "She thinks she’s just another friend to you."
Joey stood up so fast his chair flipped over. "I love her."
"Oh we know," Phoebe said.
"No, I mean... I really love her," Joey said, his voice gaining strength. "I thought... I thought I wasn't good enough for her. She’s so smart, and she’s got her life together, and I’m just... I’m an actor who lives with his best friend and has a porcelain dog. I thought if I tried to be with her and I messed it up, I’d lose the only person who really gets me."
"Well, you’re losing her right now by standing here talking to us!" Rachel pointed toward the door. "Go!"
Joey sprinted down the stairs, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm. He reached Y/N’s door and pounded on it with both fists.
"Y/N! Open up! I know you’re in there! I can hear the TV! It’s the one with the talking dog, I know you love that one!"
There was no answer.
"Y/N, please! I’m a moron! I’m the biggest moron in the history of morons! I’m the king of the morons! I should be wearing a crown made of stupid!"
Finally, he heard the chain slide back. The door opened a few inches, held by the security latch. Y/N looked out at him, her eyes red and her hair in a messy bun. She looked exhausted, but to Joey, she had never looked more beautiful.
"Joey, go home," she said, her voice flat.
"No. I’m not going anywhere. I talked to the girls. They told me."
Y/N’s face went pale. She tried to shut the door, but Joey jammed his foot in the crack.
"Don't," he pleaded. "Please. Just let me say one thing. I was wrong. What I said at the coffee house... about the guy? I was right that he’s an idiot, but I was wrong about why."
Y/N stopped pushing the door, her hand trembling on the handle.
"I’ve spent my whole life looking for 'The One,'" Joey said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But I was looking for her in bars and on movie sets and in laundry rooms. I never thought that she was right in front of me. I never thought that 'The One' would be the person who knows exactly how I like my sandwiches and doesn't judge me when I cry at the end of Titanic."
He looked through the gap in the door, his eyes swimming with tears. "I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I was too scared to admit it because you’re too good for me. I’m just... I’m Joey. And you’re everything."
Y/N’s breath hitched. She slowly unlatched the door and pulled it open. She stood there for a long moment, looking at him, searching for the "line,” the joke, but there was none. There was only Joey, raw and honest and vulnerable.
"What about the other women?" she asked, her voice cracking. "What about the 'Candi'?"
Joey stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He took her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "There are no more other women. I don't want them. I want you. I want the girl who makes me cookies and plays Boggle with me and tells me when I’m being a jerk. I want to be the guy who’s 'available' for you, forever."
Y/N let out a sob, not of sadness, but of relief. She threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. "You really are a moron, Joey Tribbiani."
"I know," he whispered, pulling her tight. "But I’m your moron. If you’ll have me."
He pulled back just enough to look at her, then leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't a "How you doin'?" kiss. It was deep, slow, and full of all the words they hadn't been able to say for two years. It tasted like chocolate chip cookies and home.
When they finally pulled apart, Joey had a goofy, lopsided grin on his face. "So... does this mean we’re exclusive? Because I should probably tell Candi... actually, I don't even have her number. She just kind of appeared."
Y/N laughed, a real, bright sound that filled the room. "Yes, Joey. We’re exclusive."
"Good," he said, picking her up and spinning her around. "Now, I have a very important question."
"What?"
"Are there any of those cookies left? Because honestly, I’ve been thinking about them for three days."
Y/N laughed again, leaning her forehead against his. "I’ll make you a fresh batch, Joe. As many as you want."
"That," Joey said, kissing her again, "is why I love you."
What do yall like more, me writing in first person, second person, or third person??? I think I tried all of them and I’m good with writing them all but idk if I should keep alternating or stick with only one😭
aragorn wasn’t the one to hide his feeling, he’d fight for his love without a doubt, but there was just something about you that made him… shy?
he would be just unable to tell you straight up what he feels, maybe it was cause of his previous love encounters? (i love arwen the diva i’m sorryyy)
but he would sure show his love through his actions. he was overall a kind and caring person, but to you he would do extra.
you’re hungry? he gives away his food to you; you’re tired? he demands a break and if it’s not possible, he’d carry you; you’re hurt? he is there in the spawn of few seconds to help you.
on top of that, he’d let you braid flowers into his hair and would not take them out for the whole day
LEGOLAS
(human!reader) legolas doesn’t really know how he should express his love for you in the right way. you’re a human, you’re ways are different than his ways.
but he dose his best to show it to you, since saying it just like that seems a bit too… forward for him. he’s worried that it’ll scare you away.
it’s the little things he dose. barely visible yet so loving.
he’s always be your side, talking or not, he has to bake sure you’re okay at all times. he protects you of course if anything happens; and he sure teaches you how to use a bow so you could protect yourself if he can’t be there.
FRODO
he won’t tell you how he feels because the ring and the mission needs his whole focus right now, but that doesn’t mean he won’t appreciate you
at first it was him not wanting to take you with him to mordor, you were just too precious to him, he could not afford to loose you.
but later on you were one of the only comfort he could have at such moment of his life, and he let you know it. tho… he wouldn’t straight up showing its love speaking, he’ll focused first on the ring, he had to, as much as he just wanted to have you in his embrace and tell you how he feels.
but what was different about you than the others was that he had never doubted you. nit once would he believe that you’d take the ring from him no matter how loudly the ring screamed in his mind that you would
you were what kept him sane, and every time he said “you’re my peace” he really meant “i love you”
SAM
sam was shy, like… really shy when it came to expressing such feelings like life
this man would probably never get the courage to tell you straight up how he feels because he’d worry too much that you’ll reject his big, loving heart
but he could not keep the love for you inside him either, always being there around you, sometimes just watching, sometimes talking…
“hey y/n i’ve seen those pretty flowers on my walk today, thought they’d match your flower collection” he’d say shyly, holding the flowers in his hands. he already remembered to bring the, with the roots, so you could plant them in your pretty flower garden.
he’d act like he found them on the accident, where the reality is he’d been walking for hours just to find a perfect set of those favourite flowers of yours
BOROMIR
this man is protective. he’d always be near you to make sure you’re okay, warm and feeling safe.
he’d be there if you need a cost, he’d be there if you need saving because orcs attacked you
he’d always put your life before himself, for which he got already a few reprimands from you, but he payed them no mind, saying that you’re just important for the sake of the fellowship’s mission “i can’t loose you y/n, i mean we can’t. you’re an important piece of the mission”
but in reality he’d mean you’re important, but to his heart, his love and his life
you cannot count how many times had he put you behind him at any minor danger, “just cause he worries if you won’t need it” and he’d always would get so scared when you act braver than his worries can take. which is actually any act of bravery, because he just cannot loose you.
FARAMIR
the way he looks at you when you tell him about something. oh man. he might not directly act on his feelings, but his eyes are mirrors to his heart
he’d be able to listen to you for hours, days even. months. and all he’d do would be look at you with those love filled eyes.
he’d ask questions to know more about what your saying, foes the topic i rest him or nit. and he remembers what you say forever.
he’d even quote your words back to you later on, whoever you say something that you’ve said before, no matter how much time passed
“so to press the flowers—” you’d try to explain to him “you put them into your favourite book so they’d suck in the beauty of its words, yeah i remember” he chuckled, quoting your little joke from few months ago
ARWEN
shed craft for you a lot, and it would be made with love. was it a pendant, a bracelet, anything that comes to her mind, even as simple as flower wreath
she’d always be by your side, saying she just loves spending time with her dear best friend, but you’re more than that to her, she just doesn’t know how to… express that she loves you, a beautiful woman
“all the stars shine brightly, but some shine even brighter when they’re besides each other” she’d tell you one day, those words being her “i love you” towards you
she touches you a lot, is it brushing her hand through your hair, or just putting her soft hand on your shoulder… her touches always linger a bit longer than platonic ones would
Summer - No one knows what Logan gets up to during the summer break.
Love Bites - Logan's healing factor can sometimes be a curse.
Logan is in love.
He thinks about this as he sits alongside the window in this classroom, watching the autumn leaves collect in the trees outside. It’s been over a month since he last laid eyes on you and he can’t stop thinking about his final morning in Alberta. The way your hair fell across your features as you straddled his hips, your fingertips ghosting over his cheek as he looked into your eyes, drowning in a sea of tempestuous emotion.
He's never been so caught up in someone before, so beholden to them, so lost in them.
“I…” He had begun but you’d pressed your mouth to his and those words were long forgotten as you’d tumbled him back into the sheets, your hand pinning his wrists too the mattress.
He’d forgotten how good it can be to give up your control, to be the one taken care of for a change. You always seem to sense that in him, when he needs to lose it, when he needs to take it.
This thing between the two of you has been going on for four summers now and you’ve lightened his life in ways he could never imagine. His history it’s always been heavy but now he’s looking towards a future, one he never thought he’d have.
He picks up his phone again, his thumb hovering over the buttons. He doesn’t do this, you don’t do this. From autumn to spring you don’t contact one other, you live your lives the way you always do, reconvening only for those three perfect months. If he reaches out that changes things, shows he wants more and he’s scared of what comes with that. The years watching you age while he doesn’t, the inevitable explanation of why. His heart will break in the end, he knows it and still…
Still he wants to, he wants to spend whatever time you have left with you.
Hi, he types out before tucking his phone back into his desk draw. I’ve been thinking about you.
It isn’t until after his Civil Wars class he’s about to check it and his heart beats a little faster in his chest as he studies the message.
I’ve been thinking about you too 😉
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Hope you don't mind the amount of requests! The way you write is simply amazing!! May I put in another request? Garrett stumbles upon his mate having already been bitten by some vampire(maybe he spooks them off or it was scares off by someone else.) Either way she's too far to be saved and turned back into a human. When she awakes she has the ability to freeze time around her making it seem as if she disappears.(she can have someone with her in frozen time if she's touching them in some way). She would be only able to do it for short times at first but like Bella's ability it would build up.
Oooh how interesting :)
↳ too far gone ↲
➘ summary : Garrett happens upon his mate already bitten and though he can’t slow down the transformation he can help her after she turns to the best of his abilities
➘ Garrett x reader, twilight x reader
➘ a/n : it’s funny because most of my twilight stories in my masterlist are all requests except for one that I wrote about Marcus also I will be rewriting my twilight masterlist to fit stories into the right categories
Garrett, a rugged and free-spirited vampire, roamed through the dense forest, his senses alert to every sound and scent. He had spent years traveling alone, seeking solace in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. Tonight, as the moon cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, his journey took an unexpected turn.
The distant rustling of leaves caught Garrett's attention, his instincts honed by centuries of survival. He approached the source of the sound cautiously, only to find a fallen backpack and a crumpled ID lying on the forest floor. His gaze narrowed as he picked up the identification card, revealing the name (y/n).
His eyes flicked up to see a figure lying a short distance away. He moved swiftly, his heart racing as he realized the young woman had been attacked by a nomad vampire. The scent of blood filled the air, and her ashen skin bore the telltale mark of a bite.
With a growl, Garrett's presence startled the nomad vampire, who fled into the night. His primary concern, however, was the injured woman before him. Kneeling beside her, he assessed her condition. She was pale and weak, her breath shallow.
Gently, Garrett picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He could sense that her transformation had already begun, and there was no turning back. Determination fueled his steps as he carried her deeper into the forest, away from prying eyes.
Hours passed as Garrett settled in a secluded hideout, far from human civilization. The woman lay on a makeshift bed, her transformation now fully underway. Her features grew paler, and her heartbeat slowed to an almost imperceptible rhythm.
Sitting beside her, Garrett watched over her vigilantly. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on her features. He traced the curve of her cheek with his finger, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and awe.
As the night wore on, (y/n)'s body went through the final stages of transformation. Her breathing ceased, replaced by a quiet stillness. Garrett's heart ached for her, knowing that she would wake up in a world forever changed.
When the first rays of dawn began to break through the darkness, Garrett's keen senses detected the subtlest shift in her presence. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a new shade of crimson that mirrored his own. She blinked, her gaze locking onto his.
(y/n)'s voice was barely a whisper, filled with a mix of confusion and wonder. "Who... who are you?"
Garrett's lips curved into a reassuring smile. "I'm Garrett. And you are safe."
A sense of realization seemed to dawn in her eyes. "You saved me?"
He nodded, his expression tender. "Yes, from the nomad who attacked you."
As (y/n) processed the information, her gaze met Garrett's, and something unspoken passed between them. A connection that transcended words, a bond that marked them as something more than strangers.
With a soft exhale, she spoke, her voice carrying a mixture of acceptance and curiosity. "What am I now?"
Garrett's fingers brushed her cheek gently. "You're a vampire, like me. It's a new beginning."
Her gaze held a mixture of uncertainty and determination. "I have so much to learn."
Garrett's smile was kind, his tone reassuring. "I'll be here to guide you. You're not alone in this."
As the sun's rays painted the forest in shades of gold, Garrett and (y/n) faced the dawn of a new era together. Bound by fate and an unbreakable bond, their journey as companions in the immortal world had just begun.
(Y/n) adapted to her new life as a vampire under Garrett's guidance, she began to explore the extent of her newfound abilities. The pair traveled together, embracing their nomadic existence, and (y/n) discovered a unique power that set her apart from other vampires.
One evening, as they navigated a dense forest under the moonlight, (y/n) stumbled upon a small clearing. She felt a curious urge, an inexplicable pull deep within her. With a tentative touch of her fingers to a nearby tree, time around her seemed to slow and eventually come to a complete halt.
Garrett's movement froze mid-step, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. (y/n) marveled at the stillness that enveloped her. She realized that she could move freely within this frozen moment, her actions unaffected by the passage of time.
Experimenting further, (y/n) reached out and touched Garrett's hand. As her fingers made contact, he, too, became enveloped in the frozen time bubble. They stood together, unaffected by the world around them.
With a sense of exhilaration, (y/n) studied the frozen environment. Leaves hung suspended in the air, caught in the midst of their descent. Moonlight glistened on droplets of dew, creating a crystalline tapestry around them.
Over time, (y/n) practiced and refined her control over this unique power. She found that she could only maintain the frozen time for a limited duration before the bubble burst and time resumed its natural flow. The sensation was both freeing and exhilarating, a chance to pause the world and savor moments in their stillness.
As she grew more proficient, (y/n) and Garrett would occasionally venture into a frozen moment, stealing glimpses of the world in its suspended state. They would hold hands, united in their secret haven of frozen time, cherishing the solitude and connection it provided.
One evening, as they stood together in the midst of a frozen forest, Garrett looked at (y/n) with an affectionate smile. "You truly have a gift, (y/n). This ability is unlike anything I've ever encountered."
“I’m sure that over time it will grow just like you.”
She returned his smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and gratitude. "It's as if I can carve out a space just for us, where time stands still."
Garrett's fingers brushed against hers, his touch warm despite the frozen surroundings. "And in that space, we can share moments that are uniquely ours."
Over time, (y/n) and Garrett's bond grew stronger, deepening through their shared experiences and unique abilities. As they traveled the world together, their frozen moments became treasured respites from the fast-paced existence of immortality. In each other's company, they found a sense of solace and belonging that transcended the boundaries of time itself.
Sex with him is intense so if you are human you will end up really tired,but he is there to clean you up and let you sleep on his chest as he praises you
B=Body part
His favourite body part of himself it's his tongue,he loves eating you out and he know how quickly he can move his tongue
His favourite part of you is your ass,loves to see it bounce whenever he slaps it
C=Cum
Will cum anywhere you let him tbh,doesnt have a specific preference
D=Dirty secret
Wants to try hard BDSM with you but doesnt want to scare you or hurt you
E=Experience
He has a lot,have had sex with many many people so....
F=Favourite position
As same as cumming,will try anything doesnt have a preference
G=Goofy
Goofy as fuck,he cant keep it serious for more than a minute
H=Hair
He does has hair but dont give a fuck and wouldnt want you to shave
I=Intimacy
Intense,fast,rude,you always have some bruises on your arms and legs as well as hickeys
J=Jack off
He does and will do mutual masturbation
K=Kink
Squirt,making you cry or pass out from pleasure,BDSM
L=Location
Any fucking where
M=Motivation
He is always down to have sex with you,one peck and he is turned on
N=No
Hurting you,making you uncomfortable
O=Oral
Loves giving and receiving,69 position is usual between you two
P=Pace
Fast,loves hearing the noises your skin and his make when he fucks you
Q=Quickie
Yes loves them,mostly you two has quickies
R=Risk
Loves getting caught
S=Stamina
He could last forever but if u are human it would depends on how are you feeling,2-3 rounds.
T=Toy
Have them and will overstimulate you with vibrators
U=Unfair
He is the biggest teaser
V=Volume
He is loud and will make you scream that for sure
W=Wild card
Watching your boobs going up and down as you ride him,makes him absolutely crazy and you know it.
X=X-ray
22 cm
Y=Yearning
His sex drive it's high as fuck so he needs someone as equal
Summary: Three-hundred-and-ninety-six days after the outbreak, you are discovered in an abandoned community college, covered in filth and barely able to speak a word. Despite the showers (multiple) and rehabilitation attempts (also multiple), it's apparent that your mind is elsewhere. Beyond saving.
This new world is chaos, but you're lucky to find good people in it. Moreso than any is a man named Daryl, who is patient enough to let you put yourself back together—one stitch at a time.
Chapters:
Tally
Wide-eyed
Lost and found
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A/N: Getting this prepared... Chapter 1 is complete, just tidying it up! Surprise, I guess?
