especially since tonight is

Today, I had to travel and leave my mistress for some days… Before I left I begged her to let me kiss and lick her feet… What a pleasure to do so, especially since I won’t be able to be at her feet tonight. She was wearing perfect nylons stockings from Cervin and let me worship her feet and legs for more than 30min before leaving. She also put a panty of her in my luggage to remind me who I really belong to… See you soon, mistress.

Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut
POV: Second Person’s

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don’t even know how hard this was for me to write. I’m not used to this but I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn’t disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It’s sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he’s your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)

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It’s a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica’s party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn’t be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should’ve just gone to the party tonight, especially since you’re home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you’re not really missing out on much. This party’s boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I’m wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There’s someone at the door.

You: Babe I’m scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

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Costume Party - Jason Todd x Reader

Another one of those short story (at least shorter than I usually write) cause I don’t have much time before work, but still wanted to write something. Hope you’ll like it, especially you @demigodslytherin (I’ll wrote one with this prompt for Draco or Sirius another time ^^) : 

Tiny bit NSFW. 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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You weren’t fond of parties, and neither was Jason…So it’s a wonder really, how you two ended up here, at one of the biggest costume party of the year. 

Drunk out of your mind. 

You don’t even agree as to how things actually happened. 

You believe that you got dragged to this party by Dick and Barbara, and he thinks you actually came here on your own will after Bruce said he had invitations to it, but had absolutely no intentions on going because it was full of “the youth of Gotham” and he was getting tired of those “20 years old girls and boys that accosted him to hit on him and flirt shamelessly with him, while he was obviously not interested”…besides, he couldn’t go through the hassle of finding a date for that in time, and had important cases to work on. So you took the invites and went in his place…

You were both right. Bruce gave you, Dick and Babs the invitations, but you and Jason didn’t wanna go, wanting a calm date night instead…But of course, his brother and your best friend wouldn’t hear it and indeed dragged you there with them. You grumbled all the way through, and grumbled some more when you arrived at the place and discovered that it was PACKED with people. Oh and the kind of people you disliked : the rich fuckers of Gotham City that thought they were better than anyone else. Not the rich people like Bruce, who genuinely cared about their city and such…No, their sons and daughters, who were born in wealth and thought that it made them the best. Urrh. You hated those guys so much. Coming from a poor neighborhood, they always were so rude to you ! And the number of time you heard that you were dating Bruce Wayne’s son only for his money…

If any of those assholes told you that tonight, you were gonna loose it. Especially since you really didn’t wanna be here. 

The only good thing about that all ordeal, was the fact that it was a costume party, and you loved getting in a costume. Though that particular night you didn’t have much time to actually prepare anything (again, dragged by Dick and Babs), and ended up in a generic princess disguise you had in your closet, while Jason put on a pirate costume. 

Paparazzis took at least a thousand pictures of you, Jason, Dick and Barbara…”Bruce Wayne’s children out with their girlfriends to the biggest costume ball in Gotham” would be the headline of every newspapers the next day. 

You didn’t get it. It was so uninteresting to know that you guys went there, like, who cared ? Apparently, lots of Gotham folks…They loved the pictures especially, so you made sure to give them a show by making stupid and weird faces on each of them. 

Bruce thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, how you hated being a public figure so much…but he also thought it was very cute that you would endure it because you loved his son. He liked you. You and your sass. Also, you were of a calm nature, so he thought it was perfect for Jason, you were able to tame him down most of the time. 

But tonight ? Oh tonight, things went downhill pretty fast, and the first thought you had was : “Oh man, B’s gonna be so disappointed in me !”. Of course, he wasn’t, but you sure weren’t the one that would “tame Jason down” that night. Oh no. You usually never drunk, but because you were so mad about being dragged to this party, you accepted the vodka Dick handed to you and…Oh you were gone so fast.  

It took you and your boyfriend less than an hour to get angry drunk. 

“Angry drunk” was how Dick would call you whenever you got drunk, because it happened rarely, and it happened only when something was displeasing you.

You had made it clear all the way from the Manor to here, you did not want to come, but alright, to make your friends happy…

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anonymous asked:

I don't know what came to my mind. But... can you please do a THREESOME? Y/N with Suga and Jimin. They're College Students and Roommates. They're childhood bestfriends,Suga and Jimin has a crush on Y/N. And then Y/N is innocent,she know that sex is bad. And then the SMUT begins.😂 LOL.! I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED for requesting this. (Pardon my English.)😂 I really don't know what came to me for asking this kind of FANFIC.😂

Title : It’s bad…

Genre : Smut/Threesome

Paring : Yoonmin x Reader

Summary : You’ve always been the good, sweet and perfect girl everybody likes. The problem is : you’re in love with your two best friends who happens to be the complete opposites of you.

Soundtrack : FIRE WATER (feat. G.Soul & TABLO) []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡




You always have been a model of perfection since you were a child. A graceful baby, a curious little girl, a very easy to live teenager to finally become the cute and tender girl that you are today. On top of that, you’ve always been a brilliant and conscientious student. No, really, a delicious girl, almost perfect if the adage didn’t say that perfection doesn’t exist.

How did you find yourself having two best friends so different from you ? How, from early childhood, were you directly attached to these two turbulent idiots ? Sometimes there are enigmas in life that can’t be solved, and your trio is a good example. Yoongi is a provocative, rough and sometimes cold dude. Jimin is a little demon hidden under an angel’s face. They have always been the most popular boys, loved as much as hated. They respect nothing and prefer to have fun rather than thinking about their future. But curiously, you’ve never fought in ten years of friendship, and remain the closest friends of the world. Proof is that you’re now roommates.

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Smut Week Ficlet Series: Concern (Reader x Jungkook)

Summary: Concern for Jungkook’s health has you making sure he’s healthy and ready for his trip away. After all, that’s what good girlfriends do, right?

Rated: M

Word Count: 1215

Note: Day 4 of smut week!

Smut Week Ficlet Series Masterpost

*Our Masterlist*

Originally posted by sugutie


You never thought you’d admire someone’s back muscles as much as you did right then.

The skin on Jungkook’s back looked smooth and tempting; you can almost feel how warm it would be if you ran your fingers along its dips and planes. You imagined that if you traced along the space between his shoulder blades with the tip of your nose, the smell of his skin would make your head spin.

Despite the hard muscles beneath, you imagine that his skin would feel silky against your lips, inviting you to trail soft kisses along the lines of his back.

You snap your book shut and flop over on your stomach, your feet kicking against the headboard. A wide grin crosses your face as you prop your elbows up on the bed and rest your head in your hands.

Your imagination could run as wild as it wanted to but it would never compare to the real thing.

“What’s that look on your face for?” Jungkook asks, emerging from his cupboard with an arm full of clothes.

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“Buried” (Final Chapter)

Alright lovelies, here we are, the last chapter in our story. Can’t say thank you enough for all the love and encouragement I received with this fic, I wouldn’t write at all if it wasn’t for all my beautiful readers.

I hope this fluffy thing does our boys justice and wraps up their adventure in a way that leaves you happy! I can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

COMPLETED MASTERLIST HERE

Enjoy :)

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Ten Months Later

“Tony, you need to hurry or we will be late!” Pepper called from the living room and Tony clicked his watch onto his wrist while searching for his jacket.

“Yes, Mother Hen, thank you!”

“Tony, you are sponsoring this!” Pepper reminded him. “You cannot be late to something you are sponsoring. Especially since tonight is the memorial for the—”

“I know!” Tony snapped. “Stop nagging me!”

“Anthony Edward Stark!” Pepper sounded shocked. “I am not nagging you! I am simply reminding you—”

“Steve isn’t here either!” Tony retorted. “I don’t see you calling to bug him!”  Tony glanced down at his watch in annoyance. Steve was supposed to meet him here at the penthouse almost an hour ago, and he still hadn’t heard anything from his boyfriend.

It had been a fun ten months together, since the incident with Rumlow. Steve still taught high school, and they switched between Tony flying out on the weekends to see him, and Steve coming to New York every long weekend and school break. Every goodbye seemed harder than the one before, but that just made every hello all that much sweeter and Tony was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

Tonight was the official opening of the Temple Display at the museum, all the artifacts from the dig site tracked down and cleaned up and put out for the public to see. A memorial had been set up to honor the students and others, like Melissa, who had been lost, and Tony was supposed to give a speech.

But he wasn’t going anywhere unless Steve made it in, so Pepper was just going to have to suck it.

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An Unexpected Surprise - Part 2 - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by: @hollandisstilinski @justdreamstars @lotte142 @aarushi9112 @dont-try-and-stop-me @kitty-love-girls @twilight-loveer @deadpoolgirl23 and sooooooo many anons.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, hateful things being said by parents, 

Author: I’m so glad everyone liked the first part. Here’s the second part as requested. 

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Y/N slowly walked up the front porch steps of Scott’s house with a duffle bag on each shoulder and rolling two suitcases in her hands. She was soaked from head to toe. She had walked in the pouring rain from her house to her alpha’s. She was cold and numb, but that didn’t faze her. She was too concerned about what had just happened, her parents kicked her out of the house after she told them she was pregnant.

She stared at the front door as her mind replayed what happened just an hour ago.

“Get out!” Her mother yelled.

“You are a disgrace to this family!” Her father added.

“No daughter of mine would be stupid enough to open her legs for some stupid boy!” Her mother yelled as she started pulling out Y/N’s bags to pack her stuff and leave.

“I’m sorry, mom!” Y/N yelled back with tears in her eyes. She knew they wouldn’t throw her a party when she told them the news, but this wasn’t even remotely close to what she had expected from them.

“Are you planning on keeping it?” Her mother asked.

Y/N was at a loss for words. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to do. She thought after she talked to Liam, she would figure out what to do next, but with him out of the picture, she didn’t have an answer to her mother’s question.

“If you don’t get an abortion or give this baby up for adoption, you’re not welcome here,” Y/N’s dad said.

“Either way, we’re not having our pregnant teenaged daughter living in our house,” her mother said before she walked away, leaving Y/N in tears.

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Dangerous Dance (M)

Character: Hoseok x reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,748

W: Just plain simple smut. Use of sex toy. Please read with caution

a/n: A little gift for @the95liner, also tagging @fairyjeons cause I promised to tag her in everything lol. Sorry if this is lame, just needed to let something out to rid my writer’s block^^


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Thunderstorms and Cliches (Jughead x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You’re the new girl in town and get trapped under a tree during a thunderstorm. Jughead likes your humor and decides that he wants to keep you just to himself. His friends have other ideas, which leads him to admit his feelings to himself and you. 

Word Count: 2837

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A Promise Is A Promise {Chae Hyungwon + Shin Hoseok}

Prompt: hi, I really wanna a smut game 3 with Wonho and Hyungwon with numbers 1,2 and 4 pretty please THANK YOU

Pairing: Hyungwon x Reader x Hoseok

Word Count: 5.5k

Warning: smut, oral (male receiving), DP, ass play, ass eating, spanking, daddy kink, oppa kink, chubby reader (not really warning, but you know how people are,)

Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || Smut Game 3 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist || Monsta X Masterlist

Cr. Cr.2

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The Perfect Prom

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prom has been more of a nightmare than the dream you hoped it would be. Thankfully, you have a friend like Peter.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Just me venting my feelings about my sucky prom. I wish I had a Peter in my life <3

[Y/N] = your name


You sat on the bottom step of the school’s stairwell, with your head in your right hand and your phone in your left hand. You gazed down on at the screen, and your eyes watered up again at the constant stream of incoming texts on the group chat.

Mia: [Y/N], you’re such a liar.

Caitlin: WTF are you trying to break up my friendship with Mia?

Shania: Why aren’t you answering [Y/N]? This is absolutely ridiculous!

With every new message, your heart sank more and more. For the past month, you had been attempting to plan the perfect senior prom with your best friends Caitlin and Shania, but the addition of Mia to the prom group was the catalyst for utter destruction. You had known she would cause problems, yet you still attempted to be happy for your other friends’ sakes. Pretty soon, as you had predicted, Mia was stirring up trouble, making sure to use you as the whipping post. Every time you attempted to state an opinion that was different from hers on the group chat, she accused you of being unreasonable and trying to cause drama. Caitlin and Shania, the people you had considered your best friends, eventually joined in on her new found fun. Life had become unbearable and lonely.

“Hey, you okay?” a familiar voice asked from above you.

When you looked up, you saw Peter Parker gazing down at you with a sympathetic smile. He was a close friend of yours—almost a crush, though you would never admit that.

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The Mark on Your Wrist

Requested by @betty234Hi! Could you write a Tony Stark x Female!reader in a soulmate AU where they have a tattoo on their wrist of something that represents the other? And then the reader doesn’t walk around, like Tony does, with her wrist showing, so he kind of already likes her and tries to figure out if maybe his tattoo symbolizes her or what hers is, to know if he’s her soulmate? Sorry if it’s too long, or maybe too confusing. Thank you!

Here you are, lovely! I had to change it a bit. I do not own Tony, Sam or Clint. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: All the fluff! A couple swears, nosy Clint. Soulmate AU

Pairings: Tony Stark x fem!reader, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Everyone was born with a birthmark on their wrist and only one other person in the world had the same. Your soulmate. The mark on your wrist was in the shape of a light bulb, which you found interesting. A symbol of inventiveness and cleverness. Still, you’d long given up on finding your soulmate. You didn’t have time for all that when you were constantly having to save the world. Besides, you loved someone already and it would kill you to discover that he wasn’t your soulmate. So, you kept your mark hidden. Until the one day you didn’t.

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BTS Scenario: Their S/O Singing While Cooking

Rap Monster/Namjoon: You had been cooking for what felt like hours. Namjoon was coming home from practice especially late tonight since they were preparing for an upcoming concert, so you decided to surprise him with a home cooked meal. You studied recipe after recipe to find the one that you thought he would like the most. Using what you already had at home and after a quick grocery store run, you were set to start. Time seemed to drag on as you mixed ingredients, reading the recipe over and over again to make sure you had it right. You had your favorite playlist going as you cook, singing along as you went. You didn’t notice the door opening and closing quietly over your singing. Namjoon strolled into the kitchen quietly, leaning against the wall and watching you belt the chorus of a song. Once it was over, he clapped for you, causing you to jump.

“That was beautiful, Y/N. I’ll have to let you cook more often.”

Jin: It wasn’t often that Jin let you into the kitchen, let alone cook. He was confident in his cooking skills and always made a delicious dinner for the two of you to share. After days of begging, however, he finally let up and allowed you to cook something. You had a recipe in mind that you wanted to try for months, but never had the chance to attempt. Today, you were going to give your best effort at it. Jin sits at the counter, watching everything you did like a hawk. You knew he only did it out of love but his constant pointing out flaws began to be a little annoying by the tenth time. You had to take action and sent him out of the kitchen. He grumbled but agreed, leaving you to your work. Turning back to your food, you quietly began to hum. Humming slowly turned into a full on performance to no music but the song in your head. You came to a stop, though when Jin stuck his head into the kitchen once more.

“Did you turn the radio on?”

“No, actually, that was me.”

“I promise I’ll say nothing if you let me sit in here and listen to you sing.”

Suga/Yoongi: It was an average evening, Yoongi coming home tired from practice. You were already in the kitchen, making something quick to eat before he completely passed out. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come home and go to sleep without eating anything simply because of how exhausted he was. You were quick to try and offset this however, becoming a chef overnight. Now, being used to his routine, you knew the perfect way to make sure he ate before bed. After a quick peck on your cheek, Yoongi went into the living room, basically tossing his body onto the couch. You already had the TV on to entertain him as you finished up dinner. You sing as you do anything, and cooking was no exception. You sing quietly as you begin to plate your dinners, trying to keep it down for him. You notice the volume on the TV go down a little bit, but you think nothing of it. After a few minutes, you come into the room, holding a plate in both hands. You see Yoongi laid out, eyes closed, breathing evenly. You let out a quick sigh and go to see if he were awake.

“Babe, wake up, you need to eat.”

“If I eat, will you sing me to sleep again?”

J-Hope/Hoseok: Hoseok was the purest, happiest, and most wonderful boyfriend on the planet to you. He always carried your bag, held your hand in public, and did as much as he possibly could with you. It was no surprise to you that when you said you were going to cook dinner, he wanted to help. The evening started slow, Hoseok not wanting to be in your way or mess anything up as you prepared the ingredients. After assuring him that he couldn’t mess up anything, he began to loosen up. As the night went on, he began offering to cut vegetables, grab spices, and even actually put heat to them. You felt as if something were missing, though, the entire thing was too quiet. You grabbed your phone off the counter, quickly turning on some music. You shuffled a playlist that the two of you had curated together to play while you were in the car. Hoseok was the first one to start belting out the lyrics, and you were quick to join. The two of you skidded around the kitchen, more focused on dancing rather than cooking.

“You’re a really good singer, Y/N!” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

The night ended with a heated makeout session against the counter, burning the food, and ordering pizza instead.

Jimin: Jimin comes into the house carrying several shopping bags. He sits them down, shooting you a broad smile. You had asked your boyfriend to get groceries for your latest cooking excursion. You were a pretty good cook, and all of your friends knew it. Your friend had decided to host a party at their house, and they asked you to cook a side to serve to the guests. You agreed, but were unaware of the difficulty of the dish they asked you to make. Jimin starts taking out the groceries for you, putting away the ones you didn’t need at this very moment, and handing you the ones you did need. He wasn’t very inclined in culinary arts, so he was just there for moral support. As you stare down at the recipe on your phone and the ingredients laid out in front of you, you let out a cry of frustration. Letting out a sigh, Jimin walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder. “Maybe some music will help you destress?” He asks, tugging his own phone out and turning your favorite album on. He let you go after a few more seconds of appreciated closeness, allowing you get back to work. As you organize your thoughts and begin actually cooking, you start to sing along to the music. You glance up at Jimin sending you a smile, and you get more confident. You sing a little louder, swaying your hips to the music. He joins in with you, the two of you singing at the top of your lungs.

“What did I tell you? Music is a great way to relieve stress, and I get to listen to your beautiful voice.”

V/Taehyung: It was Taehyung’s first morning home from tour. You had snuck downstairs quietly, his long tee shirt swishing around your legs. You tried your hardest to stay as quiet as possible, letting him get some well deserved rest. You got out some traditional breakfast foods to cook up and prepared them the way that Tae liked them. As you stood over the stove, the entire house felt a little too quiet for your liking, but you weren’t going to turn the TV on for fear that it would wake up Tae. So, you began to sing quietly to the first song that came into your head. “Blood, Sweat, and Tears” flows out of your lungs, the familiar tune reminding you of when Tae asked you out for the first time. Just as you were leading into the chorus, you hear a giggle and a snort coming from the doorway. You look up to see Tae, giggling and running a hand over his face. He thought it was simply adorable to come downstairs and find you in his shirt, singing his song. He takes a seat at the counter, watching you turn pink in the cheeks because he caught you singing.

“I never want to leave again if I can wake up every morning to breakfast and your voice.”

Jungkook: Jungkook was gone during the day to practice, normally. On occasion, however, he came home for lunch. Today, you were in the kitchen, the cute apron you bought tied around your neck and waist. You had nearly thirty minutes before Jungkook was going to come home, so you planned a cute little meal to make for him. You hadn’t been able to see him for a while, due to his absolutely crazy schedule. You wanted your first contact in nearly a month to be special. As you were cooking, you had music turned on to fill up the silence of the house. At first, you simply danced along to the music, but before too long you were belting out lyrics, not paying attention to anything but sticking the high notes. Without your knowledge, the thirty minutes you had to make this meal were up, but you were still putting food on plates, and singing your heart out. Jungkook came to your door and knocked a few times, a bouquet of flowers tucked behind his back. He found no response though, and dug your spare key out from the plant beside the door. “Y/N, is everything alr-” He stopped mid sentence, finding you in the middle of a note that you hit with ease. He smiles broadly, watching as your eyes go wide and cheeks turn pink when you finally notice him.

“I thought I was just coming for lunch, not a concert by an angel.”

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ok I might’ve gotten a little carried away w this one

I tried for hours to write a Reaction n I was struggling so I did a Scenario instead!!

none of the gifs are mine !!

-Cinder

Scott McCall - You shouldn’t be alone right now

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


You laid down at your bed, listening to your favourite song. A knock on the door made you look up. You got up and paused your music.

‘Come in!’ you yelled, looking at your watch. It was 5 pm, so dinner wasn’t ready. Stiles popped his head in your room.

‘Hi sis, Scott asked if I wanted to come over, you know, watching a movie. And probably sleeping there as well. Is that okay with you?’

You bit your lip. You had serious night terrors, especially since Theo had almost killed you. Just like your brother, you were a member of Scott’s pack. Only, where Stiles was 100% human, you were a werewolf, bitten when the alpha pack was in town. Before that, you had no idea about the existence of werewolves. You did remember how left out you felt. You had always been close to your brother Stiles, and because of that, also with Scott (no one knew you also had a major crush on him, not even Stiles, even though you told each other everything). When Scott turned in a werewolf, he and Stiles hanged less with you, to the point you were barely talking. In that way, being bitten was a good thing. It made you and your brother close again. You hadn’t really seen a down side. You liked being strong, being able to defend yourself. That was until Theo came along. First you really liked him. He made you forget your crush on Scott. The two of you even dated. So, after he tried to kill you, you had a lot of nightmares.  Stiles was the only one you’d told about it. And even though it had been a while since your last nightmare, you weren’t too thrilled about Stiles leaving, especially since your father wasn’t coming home tonight. But you were glad Stiles and Scott were doing something, and you didn’t wanna blow it, so you nodded. ‘Yeah, sure. Have fun.’ You forced a smile, and Stiles frowned.

‘what do you mean “have fun”?’ he asked.

‘euhm, exactly what I say?’ you answered, but it sounded like a question.

‘Did you really think I’d let you alone? You’re coming with me. Scott has already prepared the extra bedroom for you.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Sometimes I’m a good brother, you know.’

You smiled, and hugged him. ‘you’re the best big brother in the world. All the time.’ You kissed his cheek, and he smiled.

‘Just grab your pyjamas, and meet me downstairs.’

You grabbed the first shirt you was, and some sweatpants. You ran down the stairs, putting on your leather jacket on your way down.

Stiles grinned. ‘you look exited.’

‘I am. It’s been a while since the last time we did something like this, just for fun.’

Stiles’ grin widened, and there was an exited sparkle in his eyes. ‘Than let’s go and have some fun.’

You yawned. Melissa had a late shift in the hospital, so the three of you had watched four movies in a row while basically eating everything eatable in the house. You weren’t the only one getting tired, considering Scott and Stiles started yawning an hour ago. They didn’t want to admit they were tired though, because you hadn’t yawn. As soon as you did, Scott paused the movie

‘thank god, I thought you’d never get tired.’ Stiles breathed, while getting up. Scott offered you his hand and pulled you up, holding on to it a little longer than necessary. When you looked up to see his face, he turned his head towards Stiles. The three of you went upstairs, and as soon as you wished each other goodnight and closed the door of the guestroom, you breathed in deeply.  You changed in your pyjamas and laid down. As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.

You were in the library, looking at a book Mason had told you to read. Theo popped his head around the corner of the bookshelves.

‘Good book?’ he asked, nodding towards the book in your hands.

‘ don’t know, I haven’t read it yet.’ You answered, closing your eyes as he pressed his lips against your forehead.

‘Are you going to?’ he knew you loved books, so the answer was kinda obvious.

‘I guess, Mason said it’s good.’ You shrugged.

‘Anyways, how are you sweets?’ You rolled your eyes, and he smiled, knowing that you liked him having a nickname for you, even though you’d never admit it.

‘I’m fine, just wishing that I’d have more time to study. With all the stuff going on with the dread doctors, I haven’t got any time to catch up on schoolwork yet.’ You frowned at the thought of the growing pile of homework.

Theo grinned. ‘And yet, every free moment you do have, you spend here, either looking at books, or reading books.’ You smiled sheepishly, and he put his arm around your waist.

‘I’m not complaining. This way I get to see you without the… stressful vibe.’ He softly pressed his lips against your temple, and you grinned. The last people left the library, so the two of you were alone. He let go of your waist and frowned.

‘what’s wrong?’ you asked, stepping forward to put your hand against his cheek. He grabbed your hand an pressed a kiss on your palm, before letting go.

‘You have to understand that I really like you, and that I really don’t want to do this.’ he shot you a look full of pity, before flicking out his claws.

As he stepped forward, you stepped back. You didn’t ask what he was doing, because you knew. Stiles had been right all along. You just thought he was being the overprotective brother he was. You ignored the question in his glowing blue eyes when you didn’t flick out your claws. Even though he turned out to be bad, you still knew you couldn’t hurt him. Your relationship turned out to be fake, but you knew the feelings you had for him were everything but fake. As he did another step towards you, you finally realised what was going on. you jumped back, finally flicking out your claws. You showed your fangs as you backed away slowly. He didn’t seem to doubt as he walked up to you firmly. His hand went for your throat, and you screamed when his claws cut through your skin when he lifted you up. A grin spread across his face as you continued screaming. You couldn’t breathe, and you almost passed out from the pain. Suddenly Theo’s grin disappeared, and you saw Scott’s worried face. He pressed your shoulders to the bed, while whispering: ‘y/n! wake up! It’s just a dream. You’re alright, just wake up.’  When your eyes opened he sighed of relief.

‘Sorry, I’m sorry.’ You kept saying as you started crying.

‘Hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.’ He sat next to you and pulled you against his chest, rubbing your back, whispering comforting things. You breathed in deeply and whipped your eyes.

‘Where’s Stiles?’ was the first thing you asked.

‘Lydia called, there was some sort of problem. Stiles went to her house, but he didn’t want to leave you alone, so I said I’d stay.’ His brown puppy eyes were filled with concern, his crooked jaw tense.

‘Thanks, I’m fine.’ You said automatically. ‘You can go back to bed. Sorry I woke you up.’

He shook his head.  ‘You’re not fine, and I’m not going back to bed. You shouldn’t be alone right now.” You nodded grateful, and he looked at you while he bit his lip.

You rolled your eyes. ‘C’mon Scott, just ask what you wanna ask.’

He doubted a second. ‘Do you maybe want to… talk about what happened? I mean, what did you dream about?’

You decided it was time to finally talk to someone, and, except for Stiles, there was no one you trusted more than Scott. So you told him the whole dream. His eyes went wide in shock. You’d vaguely told the others Theo had attacked you, but you’d never go in detail. You even showed him the scars in your neck, which had never faded, even though you had healed within minutes.

When you finished, he looked at you in disbelieve. ‘And all this time, you’ve never talked about this with anyone?’

You shrugged. ‘I told Stiles. That was enough.’

‘and do you have nightmares like this one more often?’ the concern hadn’t left his eyes yet.

You shrugged again. ‘Yeah, I used to have them every night, but no only about once a week.’

He shook his head again. ‘I can’t believe you had to deal with this alone, except for Stiles, for all this time.’ He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, what made your heart pound. He cocked his head, and you realised he was listening to your heartbeat. You groaned quietly as he frowned. It took a moment before he put the pieces together, and his eyes widened. ‘oh.’ Was all he said.

‘yeah, I know, and I’m sorry, I…’ before you could continue, Scott pressed his lips against yours, shutting you up. After a few minutes of kissing, he grinned. ‘you have no idea how long I wanted to do that.’

You smirked back at him. ‘well, who am I to keep you away from it.’ And with those words, you leaned in to kiss him again. And even though you knew Stiles would be so mad, you also knew it’d all work out.

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@sevi007 suggested poltergeist Yondu a little while back and I HAD to write that.

In retrospect, looking back on it, Peter could see that signs had been there all along. But they were the kind of little incidents that just happen on a relatively small spaceship with seven people living on it, especially a group which included a curious baby, a tinkerer who liked to get his raccoon fingers into everything, and a woman who still hadn’t quite grasped the concept of personal property because she grew up on a world where everything was Ego and Ego was everything.

Little things like toys from his and Kraglin’s new-and-growing collection of trinkets (a sort-of memorial that neither of them talked about) getting moved around or turning up in different places. Little things like the playlists on the Zune spontaneously rearranging themselves (one time on the night shift it played that damned Cat Stevens song sixteen times in a row, which was creepy as fuck), or the powerpack in Peter’s blaster always being charged, or space suits turning up in their luggage on every single job even when they were just going planetside.

And in particular, there was that one time when a curious Groot somehow got into the cargo bay while Drax and Kraglin were putting it through its cleaning cycle after transporting a load of Hraxian slimefish, and it just stopped cycling right before the “vent to space” part of the cycle and absolutely would not proceed, even when Rocket tried to override it, ‘til they opened it and found out why. Given Groot’s unique biology, he probably wouldn’t have been hurt by getting accidentally vented into space, but it certainly would’ve scared him. Rocket thought they might have stumbled upon a safety feature nobody knew about, while Peter and Kraglin both insisted that if a safety feature like that existed, after twenty years they would’ve damn well known about it.

But it wasn’t until the LuXada job that things really got weird.

They were stealing an idol from a long-abandoned temple on LuXada, a disputed world along the Kree-Shi'ar border, and while the ancient security system was harder to deal with than Peter was expecting, things were going pretty well until the Kree battle cruiser showed up. And then they ended up with about a hundred Kree troops surrounding them. It was a fast, brutal fight that ended with Drax and Gamora down and hurt, and Peter on his face with a Sakaaran soldier digging a knee into his back and a pulse rifle grinding into the back of his skull.

“Trespassers!” the commander of the Kree troop snarled. She was a big, muscular type, sort of a female Ronan, and reminded Peter uncomfortably of an old Kree girlfriend he’d romanced briefly on a moon called Cindara. “You will be sold in the slave markets for your insolence in – what is that noise?”

That noise was a cascade of tiny rocks bouncing down from the hillside above the temple.

The Kree troops tensed; Peter felt his captor go rigid with alarm. Avalanche? Peter thought, raising his head as much as he could. But the rocks weren’t behaving as if gravity was drawing them down. As he stared, they swirled up into the air, a vast swarm of rocks ranging from fist-sized to sand. None of them were large enough to do much damage on their own, but they spun into a great whirling vortex of flying stone, and then swept down on the Kree, as if driven by the fury of the earth itself. They tore through armor, scoured flesh and bone, sent the Kree stumbling away in bleeding shock – and didn’t touch a single one of Peter’s crew.

And Peter wondered if he was the only one who had seen, right before the rocks ripped into the Kree platoon, that they’d formed up into the shape of an arrow.

***

It was some time later, with Gamora and Drax both doped to the gills in the Quadrant’s medbay, when Peter slipped off to the flight deck. He left Gamora sleeping, letting her fingers trail out of his hand as he ducked away. He needed some time to think. And there were a couple of people he wanted to talk to. Well, one person in particular.

He found Kraglin on the flight deck, sitting in the pilot’s chair and looking out at the stars. For awhile Peter just sat in the floor in a companionable silence, toying with a little figurine of a ducklike creature that he’d taken down from the console.

There were times when he really missed that damn troll doll.

“How are they?” Kraglin asked, finally.

“Asleep. They’ll be okay.” And he would’ve wreaked bloody vengeance on the Kree if they haven’t been. Some part of him would always be a Ravager.

After another little while, Kraglin said softly, “You – saw that, down there on the planet, right?”

Some part of Peter folded in quiet relief. He wasn’t nuts. “The arrow?”

He looked up to see Kraglin nod. He also saw that Kraglin was holding Yondu’s arrow, turning it over and over in his fingers, the way Peter was toying with the plastic duck.

“They tell stories, you know,” Kraglin said, and then lapsed into silence.

Peter didn’t answer; he’d heard stories too, all kinds of things. Stories of the Ravager afterlife, which was supposed to be mostly drinking and feasting (would Yondu be into that kind of thing? he wondered, thinking about how it sounded kinda boring to him, compared to all the interesting things to do here in the wide, wild galaxy). Stories, too, of the weird things that could have happened, maybe did happen, in the vast empty spaces between stars. Stories of things so close to magic as to be indistinguishable.

And one other time in his life, he’d seen an arrow he couldn’t explain – an arrow in the stars, against a backdrop of fireworks, glimpsed through his tears.

He wondered suddenly if Kraglin had seen it too, if it hadn’t been just a figment of his grief. But even in this moment of unusual intimacy between them, he wasn’t quite sure how to ask.

Instead he said quietly, holding out a hand, “Can I see that for a minute?”

Kraglin passed the arrow to him.

He’d had a few other chances to hold it, and as always, he was struck by how oddly alive it felt. He still didn’t know what it was made out of, something that didn’t quite feel like metal or plastic or anything else he knew of. Every time he’d held it, he’d found it ever so slightly warm to the touch. He had never quite been able to shake the feeling that it contained a little piece of Yondu’s soul, even back when he was alive. 

Occasionally since Yondu’s death, and especially tonight, it seemed that the arrow glistened in a way it never used to, red light flickering like foxfire out of the corner of his eye.

Peter tossed the arrow into the air.

At the height of its trajectory, it seemed to hang for a moment – perhaps it was only a trick of his eyes, Peter thought … but then it spun slowly around once before it dropped back into his lap.

Peter grinned, though his eyes wanted to get a little misty. He carefully handed the arrow back to Kraglin.

“Thanks, old man,” he said quietly, and for a moment it seemed as if the silence on the flight deck was … listening. In a way.

They’d have to have a talk later about messing around with his playlists, though. ‘Cause, poltergeist or not, that shit just wasn’t cool.

BTS Reaction To: Their S/O Suffers From Chronic Migraines

Warning(s): might give you a migraine because it almost gave me one trying to relive the symptoms in my head

Author’s Note: This ask intrigued me especially, since I don’t see a lot of reactions online for things as brutal as migraines. I wouldn’t consider myself a migraine sufferer, but in my junior year of high school, I probably had a migraine about every two months. BUT, they lasted about two weeks at a time. They got so bad at one time that I was rushed to the ER. I haven’t had a migraine in a while, thank God for that, but I feel that I will have at least one in the future (since they run in the maternal side of my family rip). Migraines have many different triggers and vary in intensity from person-to-person, but I tried my best to describe them in words.

seokjin: The postdrome phase, though seeming like a relief to those who never underwent migraines, only added onto the torture you endured through the attack phase. Because the migraine took out all your energy, you were only left tired and confused each time.

Thankfully there were those, like your boyfriend Seokjin, who made this period more enjoyable for you.

Usually, Seokjin did his best to cook you a high-quality meal during postdrome, but this time around, he might’ve went overboard. The bed tray on top of you almost collapsed under the weight of plates upon plates pf food placed on it.

“I made sure to not cook with anything that had a strong, distinctive smell, just in case that brings your headache back,” Seokjin explained. “I know how sensitive you are to smell when you get migraines.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay: I think most of that phase is over,” you assured him groggily, looking down at all the food he prepared for you. Was he cooking for just you, or you and all six of his fellow bandmates? “But I don’t think I’ll be able to finish this? I haven’t eaten anything but crackers for days…”

Seokjin sighed.

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure you had plenty to eat tonight, especially since you still plan on going to work tomorrow. Don’t worry if you don’t finish it.”

He pointed at you in warning.

“But,” There was a large pause after, “This is probably the only time I’ll let you get away with not finishing everything.”

You rolled your eyes.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: In your opinion, migraines were the worst when no one was around to nurse you through them. So, whenever a migraine struck you alone at home, you had no choice but to mope to your room, shut the doors and blinds, and cry silently until the pain lulled you to sleep.

Thinking you were asleep, Yoongi only shrugged and pulled the door shut, opting to spend his time in the small, makeshift studio of your apartment that he had put together in hopes of spending more of his time closer to you.

Though the room was located at the other end of the apartment, you were still sensitive to even the tiniest sounds. So, to you, his upcoming projects were as loud as they would be sitting front row at one of his sold-out concerts.

You finally decided to open your phone, squint at the intense light, and text out your frustrations.

‘Please turn your music down.’

His reply was unusually quick.

‘Did I wake you up from your six hour nap?’

‘Migraine.’ The text was small yet powerful.

In an instant, the music disappeared, allowing the house to be flooded with overwhelming silence. This silence was perfect for your throbbing migraine, however. You sighed with relief.

‘Better?’ That was your boyfriend’s only question. Too tired to type out words, you sent a thumbs-up emoji. He replied immediately.

‘Okay, good.’

Before turning off your phone and trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep, a final message caused your phone to vibrate once more.

‘Now stop texting me with that bright ass phone, close your eyes, and go to sleep.’

You laughed for the first time that day.

Originally posted by cyyphr

hoseok: You jumped as the bedroom door opened, slowly flooding the entire room with a minimal amount of light. But in your current state, this light had the intensity of a thousand suns, so you pulled the sheer bedsheets over your head, doing your best to retreat back into your safe haven of darkness.

Despite not seeing, you already knew it was Hoseok. He had taken free time away from his family to nurse you through this migraine episode, no matter how much you begged for him to visit them.

Placing two cold water bottles on the nightstand, he whispered, “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” you muttered. “Please just stay with me.”

“Of course,” Hoseok whispered, moving slowly into the bed and taking his place beside you. He was careful enough to keep his distance from you, for your hot flashes were way too sporadic at the moment. His only contact with you was by holding your sweaty hand, caressing the skin with his thumb. “Just promise me you’ll rest more, okay?”

You’ll try.

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

namjoon: It was the fourth and probably last day of this tortuous migraine. Day by day, the pain lessened, so much that you could move around the house without becoming nauseated, walk into the sunlight without being burned alive, and finally fall asleep without hours upon hours of restlessness before.

But it came back.

In the middle of the night, you shot up from your slumber, panting heavily. Despite the darkness in the room, everything before you spun, revolved, and twisted around quickly, creating objects in your otherwise blank line of vision.

“Y/N?” Despite being a generally heavy sleeper, Namjoon rose up immediately after you. He was always alert during the most difficult times of your life, and this definitely was one of them.

You could only curl in on yourself pathetically, holding your head as your body began to shake with either pain or sobs: probably both. Namjoon reached out to touch your hand, but you couldn’t feel anything: nothing but the mind-splitting pain wreaking havoc on your brain.

You stuttered as you tried to speak. “N-Namjoon—”

“Shit.”

Within seconds you were in his arms, numb to everything as he rushed your quaking body to the nearest hospital.

Originally posted by r-tothe-m

jimin: Whenever a migraine visited, you were adamant on staying tucked in your bed, only moving momentarily to use the bathroom or check the time. So, it was uncharacteristic for you to agree to moving from your comforting bed, opting to step into a warm, lavender oil bath prepared by your boyfriend instead.

When he turned to leave, you surprisingly made Jimin stay. And so here he was, sitting with his back to you on the plush, bathroom rug to keep you company.

“And why exactly do I have to turn away from you?” Jimin wondered, following the wood pattern on of the bathroom’s cabinets to keep him from boredom. “I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times already.”

“Because you know how disgusting I look whenever I have migraines,” you answered matter-of-factly, as if his question was ridiculous. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You don’t look disgusting,” Jimin assured you, turning to look at you. “You just look like a woman, strong enough to deal with anything that comes at her, even if it’s something like a migraine.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung: After months of being together, you and Taehyung still struggled to formulate a specific way to treat your dreadful migraines. But one day, in the midst of one of your episodes, you found your dazed self stepping out of the bed and heading towards the living room, relieved at finally finding the possible cure to all these terrible migraines.

This cure was Taehyung’s singing. Despite your hatred for sound during these moments in your life, his voice was an exception. So he was surprised when you took your spot in his lap, urging him to continue and then falling asleep in his arms within minutes.

Since this revelation, you two were glued to one another whenever a migraine hit you. Each time, you would lie in Taehyung’s arms as sung to you, allowing his soft melodies to put you to sleep.

“Are you sure my singing isn’t too loud for you?” Taehyung asked for the hundredth time, massaging his fingers into your scalp.

“Mmmm, less talking, more singing,” you whined, opening your eyes in annoyance.

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, Taehyung was back at it again, serenading you with one of his favorite childhood lullabies.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

jungkook: At this point, the ice pack on your head only made your migraine worse seemingly working alongside the chronic illness to crush your skull into pieces. Since crying did nothing to get you out this situation, you finally gave up.

Until Jungkook came in.

“I’m not sure if this would help, but online it said that gel packs are better than just ice for treating migraines,” Jungkook explained, leaning forward to place the pack on your forehead. “It should be a lot lighter.”

As soon as the innovation made contact with your skin, cool relief replaced your hot flashes. Your eyes fluttered closed at the relaxing sensation.

“Did that help?” he asked, sitting at your bedside to hold your hand.

His gestures were shy and tentative, something completely different from what you usually saw on stage when he was doing what he genuinely loved. Jungkook feared seeing you angry or, even worse, inflicting you with more pain.

“You’re so cute.” Your answer wasn’t entirely related, but it said enough.

Jungkook smiled at your words.

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

Hopefully this was accurate. If you can’t tell, darkness, baths, soft music, caffeine, gel packs, cold water, crackers, and even just having my mom lie in bed with me until I fall asleep yes I’m lame help my migraines.

Out Of Sight Part 4 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by willynylanders


Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1854

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4


*Your POV*

You press your ear to the cold wooden door waiting for conversation to be made, hands on either side of your head. Your insides are bubbling up from curiosity. A part of you wanting to stay in the bathroom and listen, the other part begging to jump out and into his arms. The moment Willy opens the door he invites Auston in. The love of your life now standing on the other side of an inch-thick plank.

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Of Lust and Blood (Pt. 1)

There were two things that you absolutely hated: Social gatherings, and being guilt tripped into going to such events by your friend. You found yourself in that situation as you were on the phone with your best friend, Jimin.

“I’ve told you a million times, Jimin. The club isn’t really my scene…” You complained as you plopped down on your bed in frustration.

Jimin scoffed on the other end of the line, obviously annoyed at your stubbornness, “You need to get out and do something every now and then, (Y/n)! Plus, you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced Club Omelas. Trust me, you’re going to have a blast there, everyone does.”

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, furrowing your brows at the thought of a crowded club, “Club Omelas? That’s the one that literally everyone has been talking about recently, isn’t it?” You hoped that Jimin didn’t mean to actually take you there. All you had heard about the place was good things, but that’s what made that place seem strange to you. You had never heard of a club that didn’t have some sort of bad quality about it, but to everyone else Club Omelas was perfect.

“Yeah, and for good reason. I can’t even begin to explain the atmosphere in the place, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced even when I went by myself. And trust me, I’ve been to a couple of very eccentric gay clubs in my day, but nothing compares to this place.” You could practically feel Jimin’s enthusiasm through the receiver of your phone, making you sigh again.

“I don’t know Jimin, that place sounds kind of sketch, but haven’t I told you not to go to clubs alone? I’ve been hearing rumors of some people going missing from there. You should have brought at least one person with you…”

Jimin sighed exasperatedly, “I would have gone with someone, but she never wants to go to any clubs with me. You know I’d never ask you to come with me somewhere if I didn’t check it out first. The place is clean, and I didn’t have the first obscene asshole harass me. Come on, (Y/n), please come with me? I promise that if you don’t have any fun here then I’ll never ask you to go to another club with me ever again.”

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Unknown Desire

pairing: Vampire!Ivar x Reader y’all had to start with the vampire au hadn’t you?!

fandom: vikings

warnings: AU, none yet but they’re about to come

@nekodemon73@kumpmk@un-education@bookswillfindyouaway


The weather had changed so quickly and without a warning that there had been no time to get back to the hotel. It wasn’t unusual so high up in the mountains but had still surprised you.  
The tour guide had gone to check out the road up ahead hours ago. People were starting to worry about him. You hoped nothing had happened to him and that he would in fact come back and not just leave a bunch of tourists all to themselves.

Tired of sitting around and waiting you got up and left the little shelter you all had squeezed in when the sky suddenly cleared up and the raining stopped.
The nature up here was beautiful and you wanted to enjoy it a bit to yourself before it was time to go back.
Beautiful wildflowers crossed your path as you made your way through the forest that seemed to get darker with every step you took. You hadn’t walked for long bit when you finally stopped and looked around none of it seemed familiar. A strange feeling came over you, somehow you couldn’t even remember which way you had come from.
Panic finally got to you when the weather changed again and the sky showed signs of thunder and lightning. A storm was coming.

You ran as fast as you could, not knowing where you’d end up. You just needed to find shelter, find something, anything to hide until this was over.

The forest was thinning out, a clearing waiting for you a few feet ahead. When you emerged from the trees it wasn’t relieve you felt. The sight before you wasn’t what you had expected. It was no way near it. You must have walked further down than you thought because the ocean was right in front of you, falling down a massive cliff. Before that stood a castle so immense you couldn’t even comprehend. You blink a few times, making sure it is really there and not an illusion or a figment of your imagination.

It was getting dark fast now and whatever you had stumbled upon it would at least provide shelter and a little warmth.

There was no answer at your knocking but when you banged against the front door it magically swung open, like it had unlocked itself.

No one should have lived here but the inside told another story. The place didn’t look abandoned. Torches hang on every wall and the sound of a fireplace further down the hall caught your attention.
It would have been nice, especially since you wouldn’t freeze to death tonight. There was just one tiny problem. The place looked way too much out of a horror movie and the whole atmosphere freaked you out. You felt watched, like prey to be hunted down at every moment.

“Are you lost little girl?”

You whip your head around, facing the dark wooden stairs that lead to the upper floors. A man dressed in black moves down and as you look at him you can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was home and the storm…”

He is at your side just a little too quick, making you flinch back in surprise. His hand moves away the hair from your neck as he steps behind you. You can feel his breath on your neck, his mouth entirely too close for comfort. When his fingers brush your sides, you shiver but dare not to pull away.

“You are more than welcome to stay the night.”
Stepping back and moving back in front of you, he flashes you a smirk that is all but reassuring, “Stay as long as you like.”

You nod, feeling the goose bumps rise on your skin. You did not want to stay here anymore but at least for tonight leaving was no option either.

So you follow the man up the stairs as he leads you to your room for the night, anxious and full of doubt. That little voice in the back of your head told you to run and you should have listened.​