I was laying in bed one night, about to fall asleep, when somewhere far below me I heard a screaming. It was faint, and might not have been a screaming at all, actually. Might have been just wind howling between some rocks, or water running through a pipe below. I thought nothing of it, and went to sleep.
The following night, however, it persisted. A horrible, distant, eldritch wail. I got up, put on some some sweatpants and a coat, and made my way outside to investigate. The sound seemed to come from the direction of the woods. Following it, I found myself in an isolate grove. An almost abnormally large, wiry tree stood in its center, and what was now certainly a human scream emanated from below it.
I approached cautiously. Just below the tree, underneath one of the roots, was a small hollow. Still curious about the noise, I stuck my hand in, illuminating the opening with my phone’s flashlight. It was more than large enough for a human. I squeezed through between the roots.
A spiraling dirt staircase led downwards into the earth. Gradually, it became a stone staircase. And gradually, it became more refined. Indiscernible
symbols of some ancient language at first spattered, and then totally covered the walls. The feverish scribbling was punctuated with crude drawings of an enormous creature made seemingly only of darkness and limbs. As I descended, torches began to appear, glowing with a reddish flame, bouncing shadows in mad patterns among the cavern.
The spiral staircase came to an opening – an enormous atrium of black stone, which I entered through the middle of the ceiling. Below me, a sea of dark liquid. The screaming was almost deafening now, as I stepped onto the floor of the atrium.
The distinct smell of iron and rot. It was blood. This unthinkably enormous opening, where I could barely see the walls in the distance, was entirely submerged in about 3 inches of blood. It reflected the light of the chandeliers dangling above wildly. I turned around, and saw the man.
On the far side of the cavern from the staircase, there stood a humanoid figure, covered entirely in the thick red liquid. It looked as if the blood was flowing both from him, and into him, at every pore. His whole body was a turbulent red. And he was screaming a scream that spoke of years, perhaps centuries of screaming. Grotesque, and unending.
“STOP,” I said to him.
“Sorry,” he replied.
“STOP WITH THE SCREAMING,” I told him.
“Yeah, sorry, my bad,” he said.
And so he stopped, and I went back to my house, and went to sleep.
But the next night the motherfucker was at it again, so I guess that’s life for you.
She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
Hoe Tips: Looking Your Best When You Have Zero Time
Alright y'all, I know you guys have started school and you probably have zero free time to really beat your face or look groomed without sacrificing sleep or classtime, so I’m droppin some quick tips.
1. Sleep>everything. Do not get less than 6 hours of sleep each night (really, no less than 8, but as a fulltime college student in a healthcare major I know thats not always realistic). Your physical health is more important than your grades, more important than doing your makeup in the morning, etc. Span out your studying gradually throughout the week so you aren’t cramming, and if you didn’t get enough sleep, just don’t do your makeup the next morning. I promise you, no one will really care whether or not you’re wearing makeup.
2. Have a 5 minute routine down pat if you still wanna beat your face. Mine is as follows: moisturizer/primer, tinted brow mascara/brow pencil, tinted BB cream, powder, blush and highlight, mascara, sheer lip gloss, setting spray. Easy peasy.
3. Lay out your outfits on your bed/dresser the night before. Having an ensemble already available to you saves a shit ton of time in the morning.
4. Have your lunch packed and your bag ready the night before.
5. Do some of your skincare routine in the shower. Wash and exfoliate while waiting for your shampoo to settle into your hair, leave on a face mask while shaving your legs, etc.
6. Apply coconut oil/castor oil to your lashes and brows before you go to bed every night for long, voluminous lashes and bold, groomed brows.
7. Keep a chapstick/lip balm on you at all times to ensure those babies are soft 24/7.
8. Never skip moisturizer. I like to use a Clean and Clear moisturizer with salicylic acid in it; it hydrates my skin and helps fight acne all in one.
9. Always have a hair tie on you in case of a bad hair day.
10. The less you wear makeup, the better your face starts to look without it. I used to wear makeup religiously (and I still love wearing it), but I found that sleep and making it to class/work on time every day is way more important than a beat face. Plus my skin benefits from having time to breathe. I promise y'all are gorgeous with AND without makeup, and your skin will thank you for having a day off.
11. Keep a small spray bottle of perfume in your car/bag.
12. Paint your nails/toes while studying. Reading over your notes while waiting for your nails to dry can make good use of some time.
13. Leave one day a week where you don’t do any school work, for beauty and personal care. Everyone needs a break, and that can be your self care day.
💖Thats all for now, good luck this semester hoes, stay beautiful💖
Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of) Warnings: Fluff Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room
“This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card. “I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed. “Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips. “Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed. “Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.
The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders.
“I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala. “Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to.
Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.
The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door. “Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn. “Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice. “Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up. “I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow. “Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too.
Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you. “Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed. “Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back. “Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back. “Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room. “mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.
The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him. Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly. “Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”
Hello my lovelies! Only one week left until the Summer Solstice and I am just beaming for the upcoming celebration! I decided to make another post like my Spring Equinox celebration one since you all seemed to like it so much. I do plan on having a bit more of a ‘proper’ ritual and celebration of the day since that Monday I have off from work, but here are some other low-key ways that I am going to celebrate the day. I’ve split it into two sections of day activities and night ones because the Summer Solstice can go all night long and I plan on doing a whole cycle’s worth of things.
During the Day:
Greet the sun! I know it’s going to be an early sunrise, but if you’re there to greet the sun, you’ll be starting the day off on the right foot! You can either just lay in bed and watch the sun rise from your window or head outside and do a sun salutation, both will give you energy!
Wear your favourite summer clothes! Shorts, tanks tops, t-shirts, sun dresses- even flip flops if you can get away with it! The colours associated with Liltha are reds, oranges, yellows/golds, blues, greens and white!
I’m going to be setting my citrine,clear quartz and peridot stones absorb the sunlight throughout the day- other gems that would love to be out on the Summer Solstice would be fluorite, sunstone, agate, carnelian, and any stone that is green or yellow in colour! But you best check to see if it’ll fade in colour before you set it out all day. If that might happen, then the moon light will work just as well.
For lunch, enjoy a summer salad filled with summer berries like strawberries and blueberries, apples, leafy greens and a sweeter dressing! The berries are a great way of celebrating what the summer will bring for you.
Get outside! I don’t care if it’s for five minutes at your lunch break or an hour long hike like I plan on doing, but get outside and live in nature! Breath in the fresh summer breeze, feel the sun on your skin, meditate and be with nature.
There are so many ways to drink summer in- literally! Lemonade, iced tea, fruit juices, herbal teas like chamomile, rose or lavender will be such a great way to get just that little bit of summer in you.
Today is also a great day to try and interact with the faeries and fae folk. Leave a small offering of milk and honey (or a honey cake!) outside in your garden, in a park, on the outside window ledge, and the fae will appreciate the gesture! Who knows- that could be the start of a relationship between you and them.
Have friends over or go out to dinner! If nothing else, the summer solstice is about celebrating with friends and family! It’s about being thankful for what you have and getting excited for the summer, so get together and discuss your upcoming summer plans! Who knows what might come out of it?
Listen to music- your favourite music, and sing your heart out! The god Apollo (the Greek god of Light, Sun, music and poetry) is one of the many gods who will be thriving off the activities of today and you can honour them by just enjoying music and art.
Light candles- or your barbecue! Traditionally, this sabbat is celebrated with a balefire (outside campfire), but if you’re like me and lack an outside fire pit, then lighting up the bbq and cooking up some veggie or meat kebabs will be a good way of making a feast and substituting the ‘real thing’. No BBQ? No stress- light up some candles and watch it glow. Bonus points if they are coloured or scented to match the holiday.
Make a craft for the summer- a flower crown, a bird house, a sun catcher. I know I plan on making a flower crown and perhaps painting that day, but so long as you create something, spell or not, it can honour the day’s celebrations.
Watch the sunset- like watching the sunrise, watching the longest day of the year come to a close will be an amazing way to celebrate the whole of the Summer Solstice.
Are you of legal age? Have a drink of summer wines or berry ciders- just remember to give either the first or last sip to nature, the faeries will find it!
Decorate your home for summer and for the summer solstice by incorporating some common symbols as decor- seashells, fresh flowers like sunflowers, daisies, carnations, and peonies, little statues of birds, deer, faeries, feathers from birds, and shining crystals. The summer decor, beach house look is always a popular one during June and July so you’ll bled right in.
So this is the rough outline of what I plan on doing during the Summer Solstice! I am going to do a spell that day I think, but I haven’t decided what just yet. I’m thinking a motivation spell or a creativity spell, so I can charge up my summer and all the writing I plan on doing. All I know is that it’s going to be a great day! I hope that I have inspired you to celebrate, regardless of how busy you may be that Monday.
I hope you have an amazing week and a fantastic Summer Solstice! Love you all and sending all my good vibes out to you for this summer.
What happens to the Morty’s who get abandoned at the Morty Daycare? I know the idea of a naughty Storage Rick has crossed a lot of people’s minds but I like to think of a different scenario playing out. One a little more sweet~
Some of the Morty’s are abandoned by choice. The person who previously ‘owned’ them drops them off and simply fails to return, they have no use for them and so there they stay to wonder when someone will come back or IF someone will come back. Other Morty’s get dropped with the intention to stay only a few days but perhaps end up staying much longer when there trainer meets and unfortunate end.
Storage Rick knows which ones are abandoned. They sit there day in and day out with the hope slowly dwindling in there eyes. And eventually he’ll hear stories through the many people who stop by about this or that trainer meeting an unfortunate fate or they’ll notice how a trainer fails to meet the eyes of the abandoned Morty.
It doesn’t bother him at first. He has a job to do and it pays well so why worry about other people? why worry about the Morty’s there fed. They get a place to sleep. It’s not HIS fault that those other damn Rick’s don’t understand how LUCKY they are to have a Morty. He’s never had one, he’s never had a Beth either. No family, no problems. Just him and the large chunk of change he gets for doing his job.
But that all crumbles eventually. It starts with one scruffy Morty, that just wont stop hoping. Everyday its “Have you seen my Rick? Has he stopped by? Is he picking me up soon? He said he’d be back in a few days.“ Storage Rick doesn’t even care but he goes to find out what happened to this damn Rick just so he can get the kid off his back. When he eventually finds out the guy got himself killed he feels a little sick. It takes a few days before he works up the courage to tell the Morty, but he doesn’t have to. The moment the words “Hey kid im sorry-” leave his mouth the little guy is already in tears.
And storage Rick has NO idea what he’s thinking but he can’t stand to watch this loyal hopeful Morty just crumble in front of him so before he knows what he’s doing he’s asking the kid if he wants to stay at his house. Not permanently, he just has an extra bedroom and whatever.
Before he sees it coming Storage Rick has amassed a small army of Morty’s he’s had to buy a bigger home in order to house all his new grandsons but its a kind of chaos he had no idea he ever needed in his life. Some of the Morty’s there are permanent others are just there for a few days before they’re returned to there proper universe but its just one big family.
Storage Rick wakes up every morning to fresh pancakes for breakfast, and he comes home each evening to a clean house and a big dinner. Sure there are rough patches because having that many Morty’s in one house is bound to cause drama but Storage Rick would not exchange his new family for anything in the world.
AND OH GOD FATHERS DAY. All the Morty’s are in competition with each other each trying to outdo the last. All day long Rick’s getting gifts and cards and food as each Morty does there best to show there appreciation. Despite Rick’s best attempts to act unfazed he can’t help but crack a smile and thank each of his darling Morty’s for doing there best.
Just imagine Storage Rick, going from a loveless, man with no family to the happiest Rick to exist because he has a big house packed with happy thankful Morty’s that he rescued. Imagine him feeling overwhelmed some nights when he lays in bed because he remembers how lonely he use to be and now he has so much. Imagine the Morty’s who get abandoned and forgotten, imagine how scared and sad they must feel. Imagine a Morty abandoned and alone suddenly being adopted by Storage Rick who takes him home, to this large vibrant household full of happy Morty’s ready to welcome anyone.
JUST IMAGINE THIS HAPPY CHAOTIC HOUSEHOLD. I came up with this awhile ago while chatting with @gaily-daily who fueled the flames of Storage Rick being grandfather of the year. And it was about time I shared it all with you.
“I really feel like you two should just sleep together already.”
Gasping at Kevin’s words, you whirled your head towards him, glaring fiercely. His eyes widened, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying…”
“Well no,” you snapped, turning your gaze back to where Archie and Jughead talked, separated from the rest of you guys. “God I hate him.”
“Suree you do,” Betty smirked, causing Veronica to giggle.
“What we’re trying to say, (Y/N),” Veronica spoke up. “Is that you and Jughead have an…interesting relationship. One that wouldn’t be surprising if you both ended up dating each other.”
You shook your head in exasperation. “Not happening you guys, so keep dreaming.” You narrowed your eyes as Jughead and Archie laughed at something you couldn’t hear. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“A Penis,” Kevin commented, getting an elbow from Ronnie.
“You guys need to work out your love-hate thing (Y/N),” she said, turning serious. “We honestly believe there’s something there.”
You rolled your eyes, gathering your stuff before standing in front of them. “I don’t know guys, it just really seems unlikely. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
There was a chorus of goodbyes as you turned your back and left the student lounge, feeling Jughead’s eyes on your back as you walked out of the school, very aware that any minute he’d follow you.
Later that night, you lay in your bed, sweaty and breathing heavily as Jughead lay beside you, on his side gazing down while you were on your back. He was playing with your (h/c) hair while you both talked after spending some…intimate time together, and now it felt like you two were the only ones left in the world.
After a few moments of silence and just staring into each other’s eyes, you spoke up. “The Scooby gang believes we’re gonna sleep together sooner or later. I didn’t tell them that it was a lot sooner than when they caught on.”
Jughead snorted, and you pushed his black hair out of his eyes. “Did they get that impression before or during your glaring at me and Archie?”
You opened your mouth in surprise, ready to defend yourself. “I was not glaring at you guys!”
“Yea you were.”
“Okay, but not that bad!”
Jughead only raised his eyebrow, and you sighed in defeat. “It’s just that your bromance makes me jealous sometimes.”
He smirked. “Why, because you want more time with me?”
You snorted. “No, because I feel like Archie and I could be better friends if you weren’t in the way all the time.”
The look on his face made you giggle, and he rolled his eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he stated, moving to lay on his back while you rested your head on his bare chest. “No way I’m letting you get close to Archie.”
“And why is that?”
“Because he’s my bro.”
“Cool story dude, I don’t care. I could be his bro.”
Some days I’m fine and I feel like I can do anything, others I spend trying not to cry at the thought of you. Some nights I still lay in bed reminiscing on whether or not I’m ready or want to move on. I’m lost without you baby, why did you do this to me?
My ex’s ghost begins to haunt my apartment a week after the break up. I spot him sitting inour the breakfast nook, sunlight falling like dust through his torso to the rumpled rug in front of the small table. He’s staring out the window, parts of him fading in and out of view.
“No,” I say, grabbing the counter in case my suddenly weak legs betray me. “No.”
He turns and smiles at me with the weight of the world in his eyes.
I grab my cell phone from the pocket of my sweatpants and call him. One ring. Two rings. Three.
My hand tightens around the edge of the counter until I can hear my bones scraping together. “You ass. You don’t get to do this to me. Make it go away.”
He’s silent for a long moment. Then he sighs. “My ghost?”
“Yes,” I say. “Get rid of it.”
“You know that’s not how this works,” he says.
“I’m the one who’s supposed to haunt you,” I say. “You broke up with me. That’s how this is supposed to go. So stop.”
Stop or come back.
But he doesn’t say anything else before he hangs up.
I turn to scream at his ghost but, like him, it’s gone.
“He’s one of those,” my sister says knowingly. She sounds far away and tiny over the computer’s speakers. “You better be careful. Sometimes they don’t leave.”
I consider my cup of cocoa. She’s holding a matching cup half a world away so that they’re connected. I wonder if she’s foregone her usual shot of baileys this time. “What do I do then?”
“Try to move on anyway,” she says. Behind her something peeks around the kitchen doorway and is gone before I can make out who. My sister’s been drinking for a decade and hasn’t once talked about quitting.
“Right,” I say and imagine the poor quality of the speakers hides the hollowness in my voice.
You got into your dorm as quietly as you
could. You were fucked.
Literally. Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok. You were dying inside but you couldn’t be
happier. I mean, they were your idols. And you were going to fuck them all. You were going to be fucked
by them all. Oh… But that moment you
just wanted your bed. Your body was screaming for mercy, you needed some rest.
You did lay onto your bed, relaxing.
the hell were you?” your roommate asked you as soon as you closed your eyes. “I
know you are grown up enough to do what you want but, come on! You can at least
tell me that you won’t come for the night. Cheesus I was so worried”
You opened your eyes hesitantly. Just get out. You didn’t need to hear
that that moment.
am sorry, Bella. I was visiting my uncle. Just relax, I am fine” you whispered,
“You are fine? Oh you are fine. You missed class! It’s Wednesday morning
and you were out! Cheesus, what’s wrong with you? You don’t come to your dorm
all night and you just appear here whispering an ‘I’m fine’, oh that’s
good-“she said, but you were so tired it didn’t take long for you to sleep
while she talked.
That Wednesday went completely normal. You did go to your classes,
avoiding questions about where you had been the two days before and trying to
focus on everything but in what you were doing. You had to keep your good
grades. In the night, you had to take a few more questions and argue from your
roommate but nothing heavy enough to let you down. How could you be down anyway?
You woke up with a buzz of your cellphone. It was your alarm. 10 a.m.
Thursday. Shit. You were going to
have classes for all day long. You just would be able to see him in the night. You
had missed some classes already; you had to go at least to those ones. In the
classroom, things were going well till you received a message on your
*I suppose you are in class right now so I’m
not gonna ask you to come now. I am freaking horny right now, fuck… I have
wondered what fucking you feels like all day. Come here ASAP, ok?
Your heart stopped. The world stopped. Shit, why did he have to send you
that message that moment? After that,
you couldn’t focus on your classes any longer, you weren’t listening your
teacher anymore. All your mind could think about was in what Namjoon would do
to you. Was he really a pervert? A daddy? Judging by that message, he wouldn’t
let you dominate him that was a fact. Actually you weren’t expecting to
dominate none of them, but ok. That was
going to be awesome.
Your mind was traveling among all the possibilities that it had for you
to let Namjoon fuck you when the bell rang. Finally
evening. You almost ran out of the classroom, straight to your dorm. You
took a shower and got ready as fast as you could. Luckily, your roommate still
had classes, so she wouldn’t bother you. But just in case, you left a note. “Went hang out, DO NOT WAIT FOR ME. Y/N*
You texted Namjoon to see if he was there
in the hotel and he replied you almost instantly.
*Yeah, fuck, I am gonna stretch you real
You stopped in a junk food store to have some
food and made your way towards that hotel. Once you entered into the building,
the receptionist looked at you curiously.
She had seen you going there the entire week, and there you were again.
The bodyguard wasn’t there anymore. Maybe
they trust me already.
knocked the penthouse’s door, being greeted by Jungkook. He didn’t even look at you.
“Hey, Y/N” he murmured and let you pass.
he really is the shy one. Or not.
The guys seemed to be already used to your
presence, because they weren’t acting that
frenetically anymore. That was good. They said their “hi”. Some of them were
playing video games. Jin was cooking. But Namjoon were nowhere.
“Namjoon is right there” Jin said, signaling to you the room he was, “he
said you should go there”.
furrowed your eyebrows at that. Why didn’t he appear?
to the room you were told to and your jaw fell open. As soon as you opened the
door, you were presented with a shirtless Namjoon, wearing only sweatpants and –
obviously and apparently not wearing boxers – laid on the bed.
“Close the door” he said simply, not even looking at you to check out if
it was actually you. “I am gonna get up of this bed, and I want you only on
your underwear as soon as I reach you” he said, starting to walk towards you.
You hushed, taking of your clothes as fast as you could, and you made it.
Before he reached you, you were only in your panties and bra. He stopped a few
inches from you, long enough only to check your body. He looked you up and down,
sighing as he scanned you slowly. He looked your eyes, staring at it sexily.
“Let’s play some BDSM?” he asked.
No shit. You had never done that before. What if
you did something wrong?
“Huh…I am not sure about it…” you said sincerely. He raised his
“Trust me. Do you trust me?” he said, his voice incredibly calming you
down. You nodded. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him and smiled.
don’t know if you have already done this before, but I suppose you know the
rules already” he said. You signaled a “No” and his smile grew. “Well, first of
all, you’re gonna do everything I
tell you to, without any hesitation, you got it?” he said, his voice darkening.
Shit. No hesitation? “Got it?” he asked again.
You nodded. “Two, you are gonna call me
‘daddy’. If you call me something but it, I’ll spank you as a punishment.
Number three, I am gonna spank you anyway” he said chuckling, “but in different
ways. That is all. Got it?”
Wow. That was going to be the death of
you and you would end up completely fucked, wrecked and destroyed. The worst
part was that you were anxious about it.
“But I gotta ask you something… you mind being cursed? I mean… Slut or
something” he asked. Hum… did you?
You didn’t know. You had never been cursed before.
“Honestly, I-I don’t know. I have never done anything of this” you said.
“Ok. Let’s see.” He said and crashed his
lips on yours, both his hands holding your face. You were holding his arms and tasting
his kiss. His was much hungrier than the others. There was nothing sweet or
soft in that kiss. He was simply hot, needy, wet and exciting. And you wanted
more of him. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him as close as possible.
His tongue invaded your mouth without even asking permission. He did bite and
sucked on your bottom lip. You had barely started and you could felt your body getting
warmer. His hands traveled down, squeezing your boobs on the process and
stopping on your butt, squeezing it harshly.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you today” he pulled away. “On your
knees” you obeyed quickly. Your face was leveled on his erection. He was so
damn hard already. He pulled his dick out of his sweatpants. Shit. The pre-cum
“Lick it off” he commanded and you did as
he said. You grabbed his dick on your hands and licked his tip, soon putting
your mouth around it, sucking. He let out a deep groan. You teased him, taking
more of him slowly, teasingly, and he noticed it. As an answer, he grabbed your
hair and forced you to take more of him. His cock hit the back of your throat
and you gagged, trying to pull back. “No. Take it a little bit longer” he said
and you tried to control your breath. He did hold your head and started
thrusting into your mouth, hitting your throat every time. He was literally
fucking your mouth.
You were gagging as fuck, your eyes
watering, but it was pleasingly. Soon, you felt the warm and salty liquid slip
out of him straight down your throat. Wow.
“Stand up. Strip and lay on the bed” he said. You closed your eyes and
took off your clothes, avoiding the shyness growing up inside you. You lay onto
the fluffy mattress and from the corner of your eyes you could see him
stripping too. Fuck. He was so… hot.
did go over you and spread your legs, giving him a full view of your dripping
“Fuck… Look at this. I haven’t even touched
you yet and you are wet. I am gonna fuck you so hard” he whispered. His voice
was your death, and you just wanted to be fucked already, but you knew he
wouldn’t let you cum this easily.
leaned in to take something out of the little desk beside the bed and you
froze. Handcuffs. Two pairs of them.
looked at you smiling devilish.
“You trust me, remember this. I am not gonna hurt you. Whenever you want
me to stop, just say it and I will” he said softly, his caring side appearing.
You nodded anxiously. He handcuffed both your wrists on the headboard and then
your feet, opening your leg. You tried to move but you couldn’t. You were all
vulnerable there. Whatever he wanted to do to you, he would. The idea was
getting you even wetter. Ah…
Once your legs were completely spread, he kissed you while brushing his
tip on your entrance. You tried to touch him, but of course you couldn’t. He
did go down, sucking your neck roughly – that was definitely going to leave
marks – and then your nipples; they hardened fast. Your belly was the next
target, he gave it bites and soon, he found the place you wanted him in the
licked your slit deeply, tasting your juices. He smiled and winked at you. He
gave you another lick, this time on your clit, adding pressure with his tongue,
making you gasp. That was good, but not enough. You wanted more, wanted to feel
him, but every time you tried to move, the handcuffs stopped you.
Suddenly, he introduced one finger inside
you, slowly. Once it was completely in, he took out even more slowly, teasing
you. You whimpered. You wouldn’t be able to handle that longer. He repeated the
process again a couple times, and then started pumping in and out in a fast
pace, the juices dripping out of you. He added two more fingers and pushed you
to your heaven, but whenever you were ready, he stopped moving. He did that a
lot more times, masturbating you, making you almost cum and stopping. He was
torturing you, giving you pleasure but not completely.
“Fuck, please Namjoon” you begged. He looked at you, eyes darkened,
tongue out of his mouth.
“Baby…” he said, caressing your thighs, “I
told you…” you thought he would have mercy, “it is daddy, not Namjoon. I said I
would spank you, but I didn’t say where” he said and hit your pussy, right over
your clit. You screamed in both pleasure and pain. Shit. That was getting
am sorry daddy. Please, let me cum” you whimpered, blushing.
“Huh, does my baby girl wants to cum for
daddy, huh?” he asked teasingly, fingers playing with your nipple as he spoke.
“Yes, yes, please, I can’t take it anymore” you cried out.
“Take what? This?” he said and brushed your
pussy, moving his hand up and down, the friction making you whimper as you
tried to rock your hip up against his hand.
“Hum… please” that was all you could say.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you” he said.
What? No. You were not exactly the vocal type. You hadn’t
courage enough to tell how you wanted it. He noticed your hesitation, “I told
you not to hesitate. If you don’t tell me, then I won’t fuck you”
Little pervert. You had to do that, if you wanted him to fuck you.
me with your cock” you whispered afraid that the other boys could hear you.
my cock? That’s what you want?” he said, grabbing his dick into his hand and
pumping it slowly.
please daddy” you said, now louder than before, dying to be touched already.
that’s what you want, you’ll get it” he said and let your feet go, but your
hands were still handcuffed. You opened
your legs for him and he positioned himself between them, not wasting any time
to push in. He let you adjust for one sec and started moving immediately, pounding
into you not fast but deeply. You were moaning slow, but it didn’t take long
for your moans become little screams as his thrusts became rough and violent,
stretching you real good as he said he would.
you’re freaking tight” he groaned, low moans leaving his mouth as he closed his
eyes. You tried to move, to touch him, but you were still handcuffed.
daddy, let me go” you begged. You needed
to touch him.
my little girl want to touch her daddy, huh?” he said, not stopping his
thrusts. You just could nod.
stopped moving, but only long enough to take off the handcuffs.
“On all fours, now. Since I answered your
wish, you’ll answer mine. I’m gonna fuck you from behind” he commanded. You got
into the position, waiting for him. “Look at you… You want it, don’t you? You’re
a little slut to my fucking cock” he said. Slut?
You kinda liked it. You knew it was sexually talking. You didn’t have to worry about it.
I am” you said, blushing. Before you complete your sentence you felt a heavy
hand smack your ass, the loud song echoing though the room.
enough to spank” he said, hitting your ass cheek once more. You kinda liked it.
The pain mixed with pleasure. And then, without a warning, he thrust into you,
his dick sliding in easily between your folds. You both let out a deep groan as
the pleasure hit you.
pulled your head back by your hair, leaning in to grab your boobs and lick your
earlobe while pounding into you harshly, his thigh slapping against yours, the
sound audible. Your walls started clenching around his dick, the good, sweet
sensation building up inside you slowly, but deeply.
on, Y/N. Come for me, come for daddy” he whispered and that was enough. You did
cum hard, violently, the warmth of your walls around him making him cum with
You both crashed onto the bed, letting your breaths get stable, your
hearts still racing.
I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He asked, his sweet side appearing again. He was
no longer Daddy Namjoon, he was just him.
Namjoon. This was awesome, really” you said sincerely. That was. You had never
felt so much pleasure in a single week. Shit, you still had three others to
here, let me clean you up” he said, offering you his hand. He gave you your
time, letting you take a shower and giving you one of his sweatpants and
I already have Hobi’s clothes, I can’t accept” you said.
“Please. Just take it, I’m not letting you
get out of here with sweaty clothes” he said.
got dressed and so did he. Once you left the room, you did go to the living
room, where some of the boys were still playing video games.
Namjoon-hyung, you broke the girl. All we could hear was her screams” Jimin
said. You blushed as hell.
sorry, but I have my necessities” he said.
play with us, Y/N. Had some fun with us that don’t involve sex” Taehyung said,
offering you a place beside him on the couch, which you happily accepted.
hope you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming
for me even louder tomorrow” Jimin said.
<b>What she says:</b> I'm fine.<p/><b>What she means:</b> I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"<p/></p>
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels. But as soon as you arrived atthe party, you felt your heart being shattered.
You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comesin your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.
Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.
During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.
The God of Mischief decides to pay you a visit, but things don’t turn out as smoothly as he expects.
A/N: I’m still not over Thor: Ragnarok, and what best way to celebrate the movie/contribute to the fandom than writing some fanfic? This is my first time writing Loki, I hope he’s in character!
As Tom Hiddleston often says: “Ehehehehehe”
You heard the faint sound of footsteps outside your room.
As you lay on your bed, warm and comfortable, you noticed -half-consciously- the door gently creek open.
Someone approached you.
You could hear their bated breath and their clothes ruffle quietly with each small, calculated step.
I must be dreaming, you decided right then and there, stubbornly uninterested in any alternative conclusions. After all, it’d been days since you had a good night’s sleep and you were not about to let some apparition take that away from you tonight.
I’m just going to make sure this isn’t real, you mumbled in your head, drunk with fatigue. Eyes still closed you reached out to where you presumed the figure was standing.
Your hand hovered in mid-air. Nothing happened except for the sensation of cold air nipping at your exposed wrist. You felt uncomfortable.
As you brought your hand back towards the warmth of your body, you swore you felt fingertips brush lightly against yours.
You slipped back into the comforting dark depths of unconsciousness before any other thought could cross your mind.
You liked to think that you could completely trust your best
friend, you had known him since before you could sit up, so out of the blue
when he sent you a message asking for you to drop clothes at an address you
Now, looking at the tiny run down building you were doubting
it. He didn’t notice you’d pulled up, jumping as he tried to light his
cigarette but found the wind that hissed around the open field to strong.
“Ah thank you, you’re a life saver.” He chuckled as he gave
up on the cigarette and hurried to help you grab on of the bags.
“I thought I had the wrong place.” You chuckled as he
hurried you in out of the wind as it started to rain.
“This is um… kind of like my secret place.” He glanced at
you and smiled when you spotted a picture of the two of you grinning on the