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Here Without You Ending“Emile.”
Jon’s voice had a bite to it which made Emile lift his slightly pink face from his hands. His eyes still had leftover tears in them and were tinted red.
“Emile, what did I just get finished telling you? Come on, get up and go back inside. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. In fact, stop worrying. Go and eat and warm up, it’s much to cold to be sitting out here on your own…”
Emile sniffed, “But you’re here aren’t you?”
Emile pictured Jon rolling his eyes at him.
“Shut up you doofus… Go…”
Emile drew in a shaky breath and wiped his eyes of any remaining tears and took in another breath, this one fuller and stood up from the curb.
“Alright, I-I’ll go… I guess…”
Emile’s answer drifted away into the silent and cold air. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his friend. He looked around one last time, only hearing his lingering
I Will Protect You (Skylox)
The cave was dark. The night outside was cold. The thunder outside echoed deafeningly against the cave walls even though there was no end to the labyrinth of a cave system in sight.
As I walked through the cave, I couldn't help but wish that Dan could have joined me on my expedition for some gold - butter - ore. Cave knew the caves better than anyone. His name had a meaning, after all.
I was almost certain I was close to the surface as I heard raindrops pounding above me. I couldn't help but smile as I quickened my pace, holding my torch up high.
Then a terrifyingly familiar scream split the air and I stopped dead in my tracks, my blood running cold. My eyes widened and I spun around to look into the darkness of the cave behind me. "Adam." I whispered. I broke into a run back into the cave. "Adam!" I shouted, calling out to him.
He didn't respond. I ran faster. Wherever he was, he was in trouble. I had to
Patience - JonXEmile (ProtonConroy)“WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE AND HAVE A LITTLE PATIENCE?” Jon shouted at Emile over the level of Super Mario Bros. with Josh and Tim.
“Have a little PATIENCEE!” Emile started singing.
Josh and Tim started laughing at each other, completely oblivious to the arguing, or not really caring. Jon rolled his eyes but came back harder; Emile was starting to get on his nerves.
“EMILE!” Jon screamed.
“What?” Emile shrugged as he turned to look at Jon. At that exact moment, Jon slapped him round the face. “What was THAT for?”
“Oh, sorry! I was trying to slap some SENSE into you!” Jon shouted back. Both the guys stood up and started tackling each other to the ground, each trying to pin the other down.
Both said things to hurt each other’s feelings. Emile kicked Jon in the stomach as Jon tried to grab Emile round the waist. Neither meant to hurt each other. Jon stood up, a pained expression on his face and ran to the
A Rainy Day - JonXEmile (ProtonConroy)Emile slumped back through the streets, the day nearing its end and a few streetlights starting to blink on and off. The day had been terrible, nothing had turned out the way he'd wanted it to. As he turned a corner it started to rain heavily, the sky clouding over dark.
Soon his hair began to flop over his face, darker than usual from the wetness of the rain. He sighed, his clothes sticking to his thin body, making him feel cold. He shivered and a large bus drove past very quickly, through a puddle on the road - splashing Emile from head to toe.
"Oh - COME ON!" Emile screamed up to the sky.
Now cold, drenched and depressed, Emile walked up to the driveway to his house. He fumbled around in his pockets for his house key, and when he found it, he leant on the door to unlock it to find it open. This took him by surprise and he collapsed into the hallway with a thump.
"Emile?" a caring voice asked, followed by footsteps. Jon knelt down by Emile and picked him up off the floor, closing the
Such a Nice Color (ProtonConroy)Warnings: Yandere!Emile, Yaoi, ProtonConroy, Violence, Crazy Thoughts, Your Regular Yandere, Highschool AU
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything in this, and it is purely written for entertainment purposes. Emile or Jon are no way this crazy. I hope.
It was sickening. Quite sickening as Emile's hands found their way around the girl's neck, his fingers and hands already stained with her blood. Red was a nice color, but it just did not suit him in the slightest way. He made a mental note to wash his hands and shirt to avoid from Jon seeing him in this state. That would not be good.
The brunet made sure not to get any crimson on his shirt- Oh, how he hated the color stained on his nice blue and white shirt. Crimson blood just did not go well with blue or white. He squeezed hard enough to make the girl stop screaming, as she began gag. An ugly sound, Emile wrinkled his nose in disgust. How gross.
Safe and sound..?Sky looked down at his bloodied hands, and the man who he once called his best friend beneath him; what had he done? The other boy lay there, face covered in the red ooze, with cut's lining all up and down his arms, and a large, large cut through the chest.
'No...no...What have I-' Sky's thoughts were stopped by a light chuckle. It sounded odd though; he couldn't find the source....
The chuckling turned into a laugh, which the suddenly turned into a maniacs screeching bellow, and sky covered his ears, but no matter how hard he tried to block out the sound, it wouldn't go away...
'Aaaadam~' He heard the voice coo in a tone so playful is was sickening. He looked around, and then back down at the brunette in front of him. Once again, the voice spoke 'AAAAADAM~~?!' As if it was angry that he wasn't answering, it screamed at him.
"WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? WHO ARE YOU DAMMIT?" He twirled around, looking for the person.
'No use doing that Adam, you won't find
PewdieCry: LostPewdieCry- Rated PG
"Are you sure?" Pewdie asked, holding the dynamite. He and Cry had come to the exit of the colossal castle they met eachother in over a week ago. But the door was locked, and the only way out was to blow up the exit. And there was another problem, the exit was in the same room that held others who were trapped here, others who told Pewdie and Cry they were their families. But neither of them could recall anything other then waking up together here.
"They could be lying, and either way, it's survival of the fittest" Cry answered confidently. Together they lit the dynamite then took cover behind another door. The explosion left them with ringing ears, but as the soft light of a full moon filtered in, they shouted in joy, embracing eachother tightly. When their hearing returned, they realized what they were doing and jumped apart, cheeks red.
"Sorry bro" Pewdie said at the same time as Cry muttered "Sorry, friend"
A few seconds later, once the smoke had cleared, they l
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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