SamsGoTalent_101

Krystal Briseno was one of those untouchable girls that boys were told to steer clear from. It wasn't because of a scandalous past of broken hearts and freaky nights. Nothing to do with a scary big brother, a scary father, or a certain amount of "clinginess." It was never because of anything in the looks department, or secret illnesses or conditions. Krystal, considered in all these aspects, seemed like a perfect girl to ask to a school dance or spend a little money on to see her eyelashes flutter. No, the source of Krystal's infamy stems from a long line of boys that have all ended in decay. In that, I mean they have all passed away a little before their time. So, the boys of her respective town have all doused her as "not an option." As, a boy whose eye gets caught by her ends up found gutted somewhere unsanitary. The rumors of how this phenomena occurs all circulate an abundance of topics, from Krystal being some demented whore, to her being a vampire, to a psycho daddy who can't let go of his little girl. All of which Krystal has heard herself, in varying amounts of detail. She learned to just nod and look away. Because of this unseemly reputation, Krystal was deemed to be only looked at from afar. A girl you could wonder about but never truly know. A girl whose lips remained untasted. A girl whose laughter was a sound a boy was not to know. Krystal was untouchable. ----This was originally a joke fanfiction between me and some friends. Names are changed.…

SamsGoTalent_101

ɢᴀʀᴇᴛʜ ꜱᴛ | ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴˏˋ°•*⁀➷"Mr. Emerson," Mr. Widgers started, playing with the chalk in his hands, "I think you have a perfectly fine seat right there," he pointed next to you, "wouldn't you agree?" Gareth glared at him exasperatingly for a brief moment, before shrugging and mumbling a quick, "fine." He picked up his things, sauntering begrudgingly over to you, and tossing the things atop the desk so they'd slam. It earned a fair couple of snickers, and you just caved in on yourself as he threw himself down, spreading his legs and laying his right arm across the back of the chair. More giggled, and Mr. Widgers just let out a deep sigh, choosing to not comment and continue on. After a moment, Gareth turned towards you, a bit of both annoyance and hatred in his eyes. He scanned up and down you, before looking you right in the eyes and having the audacity to whisper, "since it seems as though we're gonna have to spend a lot of time together, I just thought you should know that I really, really hate cheerleaders."You blinked, taken aback, "excuse me?""You heard me," he spat, smirking. He leaned in, fire and pride in his eyes, echoing, "you heard me." He then turned away from you, slumping back in his chair and pretending to focus back on Mr. Widgers. You did the same, now an awkward feeling in you. He pretended like you weren't there for the rest of the class. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴄ. ᴀɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇʀꜰᴀɴ69ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀᴅʀᴏɢʏɴᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ…

SamsGoTalent_101

Quackity walked over towards the gate, his footsteps finally being heard on dirt as he approached it. The gate was small enough to simply jump over, much to Quackity's inconvenience. He rolled up the sleeves of his button up, pushed back his beanie, and wiped the sweat off of his brow. He set his hands on the top of the iron blocks, when the door to the van swung open and none other than Wilbur Soot himself came down the steps. "Quackity!" He said, raising his hands in the air as if meeting an old friend for the first time in ages, "why, what do I owe the pleasure?"Quackity's eye twitched as his frown curled deeper into itself. He wasn't having this. "You owe the pleasure of packing whatever the hell this is up and getting the fuck off my property." ~ TWS: Mentions of SA, Abuse, Alcohol, Drug Use & Sex / Depictions of Alcohol, Smoking & Cussing…