sally face x reader
I hope you enjoy it. The sound of glass shattering woke her from her dreams, but she didn't bother to get up and find out what had done it- because she already knew. This wasn't exactly the first time it had happened. So, she just laid quietly in her bed and waited for it to be over and done with- just like the hundreds of other times before. Before long, she heard the telltale sounds of someone climbing through her bedroom window, and walking across her floor. She didn't move a muscle as the person who had broken into her home approached her bed- sometimes he just left her alone, and she hoped he would tonight. The feeling of cold air hitting her skin shattered her hopes as she soon came face to face with the person she didn't want to see or have around. In response, said woman shifted to give him enough room to lie in bed, but she made no move to complain or resist. She knew better than to resist by then- what was happening occurred on a weekly basis with her. That was the price she had to pay for being allowed to live. She'd discovered the hideout of the creepypasta by chance, and rather than kill her on the spot, Slenderman made her a deal. The deal was that she become a servant of the creepypasta- namely, Masky, who lacked a servant of his own. She agreed, but only because she had the will to live. Since then, she'd been in charge of getting the proxy his supplies, housing him when he needed a place to hide, getting him his pills, and etc. She hated every second of it- so did the others. Yes, others. Every creepypasta had at least ONE normal person acting as their servant- their link to the outside world. They all gathered for meetings and such from time to time, and the one thing they all had in common was a hatred for what they had to do. She shifted further way from him as he climbed into bed- she didn't want to have any physical contact with him. Because he was mean. She'd learned the hard way that he was more than willing to smack her if she acted out of place- she'd had to go to college hiding her bruises on more than one occasion. As soon as he settled into bed beside her, she reached for the blanket and pulled it back over her- he did likewise to keep from getting cold. Since she wasn't facing him, she couldn't tell if he was wearing his mask or not. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't- but, when he didn't, he typically tried to talk to her. That never went well. He'd ask her questions and eventually, she'd give an answer he didn't like- then he'd punish her. Usually he just smacked her, but sometimes, he took her to "Work" with him then made her clean up his mess when he was done. On those days, she'd return home to spend an entire night sitting in a tub of cold water. Those were the days when she most questioned why she was still alive in the first place. Meaning she was either going to get hit, or forced to clean up a bloodbath. She really didn't want to talk to him. She didn't want him there- she wanted him to just leave her alone and let her live in peace. Sadly, she knew that wasn't going to happen. She felt him stir beside her- he had more than likely sat up. She could feel him giving her the evil eye. Since she was pissed off herself, she couldn't prevent herself from snapping at him.
Can i get a scenario with my boy travis and his s. Love your writing by the way! Sal shook his head. They all stopped walking and stood behind a very wide tree, where Ashley peeked around the edge, her hair blending in with the color of the bark. They waited in silence for a few minutes. When we found a cozy spot underneath a tree, I pulled fruit out from my lunch bag and offered some to Travis. He took a handful of strawberries and ate them with his other arm wrapped around me. Everything was perfect. It was quite unexpected. One hand on his knee, the other on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair, clearly comfortable after the first nervous question was over with. Travis was very gentle with each motion, which was very unusual for him. I had never kissed him before, of course, but he had a very aggressive personality. It felt… special. His lips were soft and he tasted like strawberries, his hands rough from working outside when his father asked it of him. He felt like summer, and held me close, kissing me like he would never get to again and wanted it to be perfect. It felt messy and emotional and honestly? That was perfect enough for me. Suddenly we both heard a noise that sounded like someone dying after seeing the most precious puppy in the world, and then a loud shushing noise. Unfortunately, this caused Travis to look around.