PuertoRicochet

"Oh he's good." Jack said, somewhat sarcastic. Mark continued to massage his hand. Mark's hand massaging his own felt relaxing. The way both of his thumbs dug in between his fingers was a feeling he actually throughly enjoyed. Jack's hand was still in the air palm up as Mark massaged him. The Irish man couldn't help but smile as his YouTuber counterpart focused on his massaging. "Hang on-" Mark muttered. Momentarily Mark stopped which disappointed Jack, but he was only moving Jack's hand so that he could massage easier. The change of angle actually made it feel much better. Jack looked at the audience smiling trying to hide the fact that Mar

Ok so lemme explain… I haven't been posting 'You've Changed' because I realized I sort of made a mistake. Ya see, I don't know how to italicize or bold on here so the last chappie was pretty unclear. So, I'm just gonna avoid all the trouble and just give you the link where it's on Wattpad: http://w.tt/1RChSKi You don't have to have a user to read it, and you don't have to vote. I just really am very glad that you like this story, and DA isn't working with me. xD So uh yeah… if you want to, check it out <3 I'll probably just stick to Wattpad from now on? But yeee if you do check it out on Wattpad I hope you like it :3

Vanoss' POV I could see the panic in his eyes quickly turn to anger. 'He's overwhelmed stop them!' Before I could say anything I see a person wandering behind them. He had a monkey mask on... I blinked again and he was gone. I was panting heavily and sweat formed on the back of my neck. I could hear him, "Why did you choose him over me? Why!?!" A pang of pain erupts in my head, I put both hands on my head seeing stars. I was holding on the last bit of consciousness I had and see Jonathan running through the door. Suddenly, the pain subsides and numbness replaces it. I scold them,"The hell guys? He just got here and you bombarded him with

5 minutes before midnight a 9 year old boy sleeping in his bed, was tossing and turning scared of something in his head. Under his eyelids his pupils traveled from corner to corner, side to side. Sweat appeared on his skin and he curled his body as if he wanted to hide. As the nightmare continued his lip quivered and eyebrows met, Then suddenly a jumpscare the climax of the nightmare played out as much as he let Until the moment his eyes pried open, breathing shallow breaths still taken by the fright He sat straight up swiveling his head eyes scanning nothing but the darkness of the night. Once he saw his teddy, he hugged him tight. His com

Delirious' POV As I sit on his bed with him still knocked out I worry. 'Is he alright? Will he wake up?' I couldn't take my eyes off his peaceful face. 'What was wrong with him? Why won't he tell me? Does he even know?' I put my hand in his as I watch his chest rise and fall slowly. I lift my mask and lightly kiss his forehead. Minutes after staring at him I hear footsteps enter the apartment. Muffled voices enact from behind the door. A set of heavy footsteps was heading towards the door. I start to panic, 'Should I hide?' My body freezes and I can't move. 'No, I have to face them.' As the footsteps reach the door my body tenses up. The

I feel… very sad, because some of the people I consider my family are not treated right by others. I just wanted to say this to literally ANYONE because I just want to get this out-- You know what superpower I would want out of all of them? To have the power to make people happy. To be able to know how to cheer every single person that comes my way. No fancy flying or invisibility, not one of those popular powers. Just a power that I can, at least, make the world a bit better by just cheering someone's day. So right now I'll try to do that: YOU the person who's reading this right now, this is to YOU YOU are the most wonderful pers

Delirious' POV As he stood there I was processing what he just said,'But you pointed the gun.' Is he saying that I should have killed him?! Hell no! "What!? Are you saying that I should have let him kill you?!" I shout in disbelief. He backed off a little at my shouting taking his hands off the wall. Feeling more confident because I'm not trapped I continue,"Why would I kill you?! The boys need you!" I point out trying to knock some sense into his thick skull. His eyes narrowed and he replies,"I don't care if I die as long as you are alive." I blush behind my mask. 'He would die for me?' I ask stuttering,"W-why?" Trying to act still angry