#ReaderPOV

[burntsecrets]

Charred Perfection

Pairing: Eddie x Reader Word Count: 781 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 1: roasted marshmallows Summary: Eddie teaches you to roast marshmallows the Munson way.  Warnings: Fire hazard, mild language, mentions of childhood struggles.

The crisp winter air nips at your cheeks as you tug your jacket closer, watching your breath form little clouds in the dim light. Eddie’s trailer stands behind you, its metal exterior dusted with frost. Before you, a small bonfire crackles and pops, the orange glow illuminating Eddie’s mischievous grin. His wild curls halo his head, and his denim jacket is layered over a frayed hoodie, the scent of smoke and pine clinging to the fabric.

"Alright, sweetheart," Eddie declares, holding up a marshmallow skewered on a slightly bent metal rod. "Prepare to witness greatness. This is how you roast the perfect marshmallow." His dark eyes glint in the firelight, his enthusiasm infectious as he crouches by the flames.

You sit cross-legged on an old blanket spread over the cold ground, your own marshmallow at the ready. “Is this one of your many hidden talents?” you tease, leaning forward to get a better look.

“Of course,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re about to experience the art of marshmallow roasting, Munson style.” He gives you a mock bow, flourishing the skewer like a sword.

Eddie holds the marshmallow just above the flames, turning it with exaggerated care. “Patience,” he intones, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. “The trick is to rotate it evenly—don’t let it burn. You want that golden-brown perfection. Anything less is sacrilege.”

You bite your lip to stifle a laugh. “So no charring? No flames?”

He shakes his head gravely. “Flames are the enemy, my dear. Unless you like eating crispy, sugary disappointment.”

For a moment, you think he’s actually got it. The marshmallow starts to take on a lovely, golden hue, just as he promised. He glances back at you, smirking as if to say, See? Told you so. But then—predictably—it happens.

With one careless flick of his wrist, the marshmallow plunges too close to the fire. Flames leap up greedily, engulfing it in an instant. Eddie yelps, jerking the skewer back and waving it wildly in the air. “Shit! Abort! Abort!”

You burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as Eddie frantically blows on the blackened marshmallow. He manages to extinguish it, but the damage is done. The marshmallow is a charred, drooping mess, bits of molten sugar dripping off the stick.

“Well,” he says, holding up the ruined confection like it’s a battle trophy. “Not my finest hour.”

“Not exactly golden-brown perfection,” you manage between giggles.

“Hey, it’s all part of the process,” he says, grinning sheepishly. “Even geniuses have off days.”

You shake your head, still laughing, and reach over to hand him another marshmallow. “Here, try again. Maybe with less...flair this time?”

Eddie plops onto the blanket beside you, taking the fresh marshmallow with a mock bow of thanks. “I’ll let you take the reins next. Can’t have you thinking I’m a total disaster.”

The fire crackles between you, its warmth chasing away the bite of the cold. Eddie’s hands linger over the flame for a moment before he settles back, his shoulders brushing against yours. “You know,” he says after a pause, his voice softer now, “when I was a kid, Wayne used to build bonfires like this behind the trailer. It was one of the only times we didn’t care about the bills or whatever crap life was throwing at us. We’d just sit out here and talk.”

You glance at him, his face lit by the glow of the fire. There’s a faraway look in his eyes, like he’s seeing those nights all over again. “What did you guys talk about?” you ask gently.

He shrugs, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Stupid stuff. Stories about his wild days when he was my age. Advice about girls—none of which I ever followed, obviously.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sometimes, he’d just let me rant about whatever sucked at school. He always listened, you know? Never made me feel like I was being dumb.”

The raw honesty in his voice warms you as much as the fire. You lean your head against his shoulder, and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he tilts his head to rest gently against yours.

“Thanks for this,” you say after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper.

“For what? Setting marshmallows on fire?” he jokes, but there’s a tenderness in his tone.

“For this,” you say again, gesturing to the fire, the stars overhead, the quiet comfort of his presence. “It’s perfect.”

Eddie looks at you then, his grin softer now, and he bumps your shoulder with his. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm. “It kind of is.”

[itstopplingdomino]

prompt: sleeping

ideas: parking lot. cold. midnight.

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Just another one of those nights.

You know, the one where you entered your shared apartment after a long day of work and greeted by passionate gasps and grunts, sinful sound of wet slaps of skin; all slightly muffled, separated by a wall and closed door. At least, they were decent enough not to do it on the couch.

Oh gods, you hope they have never done it on the couch before.

So you turn around.

Lock the front door once more.

Head to your car, then drive away.

Renting a motel room is just a waste of money and the nearest one is an hour away. Yeah, the parking lot it is.

Always that damned parking lot.

Parked at the furthest corner of the vast, empty lot - so contrary from its daytime state - you curl on your reclined driver seat, jacket serving as a blanket and engine off with tiny openings on all four windows.

Your exhaustion helping you sleep through the cold night, alarms set to go off by midnight. They will be done by then. Well, he should be done by then. He never last long, never all night anyway.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

One that will start by dumping that cheating scumbag and kicking him out your apartment.

Who are you kidding? You always forgive him in the end. It's a cycle you are trying to break - and failing miserably all the time.

[itstopplingdomino]

A/N: let us collectively blame my unhealthy obsession towards certain slytherin boys for what you're about to read.

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Ominis found out.

It is no secret that he has keen ears, sharp senses, and overall pretty observant towards his surrounding.

For someone who doesn't have sight, he will see right through you. Sebastian warned before.

"Oh, don't play saint now Ominis." Sebastian drawls.

Ominis, in his typical pose of pinching his temple at moments of stress, sighs. "Just.. stop. You need to stop. You will not save Anne with Dark Arts. What it offers is tempting, yes, but it corrupts. Deeply, too, I.. Please, Sebastian. Stop before it's too late."

The brunette huffs, his arms crossed and irate look on his face. "Then tell me, Ominis." Sebastian says his best friend's name as if it's laced with poison. "You dabble in Dark Arts and you turn out fine, no? What exactly are you not telling me? You're just keeping more, no, better magic for yourself. Greedy, you are."

You feel like you need to step in, stop this argument between the two of them before their bond breaks beyond repair. Just as you are about to open your mouth, mediatory words hanging, Ominis beats you to it.

Though his words are not at all mediatory.

"I did that because I had to. You, out of all people, should've known better." He hissed, thought his tone falters for a quick second as if he's battling a memory that threatens to take over. He steps a little closer, eyes towards the general direction of his bitter friend. "You do this because you want to."

Then he leaves. Sebastian remains rooted in his spot, unreadable expression forms as he opens his mouth but thought better and closes it again.

You have an inkling that this is just the beginning.

The beginning of Sebastian's spiral towards the Dark Magic. Though the next time Sebastian goes too far, he may not have a voice of reason to pull him out of it.

Today's prompt:

"I did that because I had to. You do this because you want to."

[miss-princesspenney]

You prop yourself up onto your elbows,

the metal table beneath you doing nothing for your already sore joints.

worth it though

You watch as Rick stretches, arching his back, and turn away, running a quick hand through his sweat, dampened hair. He pulls open your fridge and grabs the first alcoholic beverage he can find. The domesticity of the movment is made humorous by his stark nakedness. You sigh, catching your breath, and give out a small laugh as your adrenaline rush calms and your brain catches up with you.

that was fun

You slide off the table and pull up your small, cotton panties from around your ankles and back onto your hips with a small snap. Fixing your hair with a swish, you follow Rick's initiative and grab a cold beer.

could have been better though. .

He's more than halfway done by the time you crack your own lid, and you continue to watch him as he gulps the rest down. His throat so slim and his collar bone so prominent, to a glancing eye he looked as wirey as a string bean; but you knew better. The muslce tone in those thin arms and narrow torso were a force to be reckoned with - and you had. On several, often unexpected, occasions.

but he was. . . off today

Rick lets out a burp, wipes his mouth with his wrist, and tosses the can into the sink. There's a moment of silence as you imagine what he might be thinking as his eyes begin to glaze over. The wrinkles forming there make no movement, and you touch your own skin absent-mindedly, wondering when your wrinkles might begin to show. You aren't old enough quite yet, but you aren't getting any younger either. You'd noticed plenty of stray grays in your thick, untamed hair by now. It doesn't really bother you, but something about those crows feet. . .

You light a cigarette and slump down into the aluminum chair next to the table. Its freezing compared to the heat your skin still radiates and your skin breaks out in goose pimples. You take a drag and let it warm you. Letting the smoke slowly drift through your nose, you speak, hopefully breaking Rick out of whatever reverie he's entered.

"Did I wear you out, daddy?"

He huffs a laugh, barely smirking, eyes still distant.

"Yeah. Wore out my bladder. I'm gonna go piss." You lift the corner of your mouth as he walks by, resisting the temptation to slap his bare ass. He snatches the cigarette from your fingers as he passes.

"That's my line, dickhead."

You lean back, tilting your head, and look at the ceiling. Stains on the stucco and flies stuck in the light fixture.

It had been three months since you'd last seen Rick, which was actually a pretty short amount of a time. He had seemed fairly edgey - more than normal - when he'd suddenly portaled into your bedroom as you were getting dressed for work. You had just gotten your top on, only to have Rick stalk over and tear it off your body and kiss you, all in one fluid motion.

work can wait

Work could go straight to hell for all you cared. One moment in Rick's arms was like forever in a thunderstorm of ecstasy. It was loud and elegant, dark and pure, and orgasms were like millions of lightning bolts in the heat of a summer night.

But edgey Rick was different. At least, an edgey Rick that was unsure of how edgey he really was, was different.

You hear the flush of the toilet and decide it was high time you put a shirt on over your bare tits - but glancing around the room, and not wanting to move, the prospect seems like more trouble than its worth. Rick walks up behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, beginning a light massage. You hum and lift your hand up towards him. He gives the cigarette back and you bring it down for another deep drag before putting it out.

"I hope an empty bladder is gonna make round two more enjoyable."

You imagine him raising an eyebrow at your comment.

"It takes two to tango, sweetheart," he says.

You chuckle darkly.

"Yeah, well, it seems like you've got two left feet." You say as you quickly get up and spin around on him. His defenses are down so it doesn't take much for you to push him towards the couch and then shove him down. Your glad you neglected the shirt.

Rick is still fully exposed. When you straddle him, its all skin on skin, still cooling and still ever so slightly sensitive. He makes a low groan. You lean over him, his eyes looking into yours.

"Now that I have your attention." He looks down at your mouth, as you twirl you tongue behind partially parted lips.

"Sex won't solve your problems - as much as we act like it does. So whatever bullshit is going on up here," you say softly, poking his temple. His brow furrows slightly, and you lean in towards his ear.

"I'm gonna need you to get rid of it. Cause if you're looking for a therapy session, you've come to the wrong office. And if you make me work *now*, I'm gonna have to charge you."

He grins devilishly.

"Is that a threat, or are you switching professions?"

"Get your shit together, Sanchez." You say, not sure if "off" Rick is worth another go. "Or you really can go find yourself a Vantrexian hooker." He growls again, taking you by the hips and throwing your back onto the sofa. You let out a quick yelp that's muffled by Rick's mouth on yours. His tongue tangles itself into yours and you moan in response.

much better

Photo thx to @tiniestrick

[deansleftarm]

reader: .. alright three missing women on the same day, one of them was found dead and drunk yesterday behind a bar without a heart

sam:Zzzz

dean: sounds like a werewolf to me*bites hamburger*

reader: yeahh.. that was i thought until this*hands paper from backseat*

dean: ugh.. im eating*folds nose*

sam:ZzzzZzz

reader:The bones of the arm and leg were completely crushed and the tissue of the stomach and intestines were torn*points to paper* The victim was drunk, so there was no need to fight. Normally, werewolves do their work cleanly, unless... it is not their job at all.

dean:what do you think then-?

*castiel appears next to reader in backseat*

castiel:skin walker

dean:JESUS...

castiel:sorry..

sam:*blinks*did i.. miss anything

dean: pfff

reader: but then.. why do they have to take hearts?

castiel: my theory is that Eve is planning to make another creature that can use it as weapon... im afraid its exactly what you guys looking for

reader:*raises eyebrows*.. yeah..why i didnt thought about it sooner

dean:its because of that vegetable crap that you and sam eat

sam: its not crap..

dean:yes it is

sam: no its not!

dean: for me it is

reader:here we go again

[just42dayy]

This is the end.

After today, I will no longer be yours. I will not be held by these invisible chains I did not known I had made around my own limbs as I searched for your embrace. I will not be who I think you want me to be but finally be who I truly want to see.

I will stand my ground and look around. I am reborn, rebirthed into a new world that I once thought was you. But I will find a new way to live outside your means, where my face is lifted proudly to see the sun, and though my legs seem too weak to stand on their own, I know I have others I can search to lean on. Because I am no longer defined by you. You will no longer have a place in my being except as a life lesson, an experience.

You were the good and the bad. The dreams and the heartaches. The breath of fresh air and the death waiting at the tip of the cliff. You were the one I had dreamed of and the one that I could never seem to have - the one I was never meant to have. You were.

And yet I could never know what I was to you. But still, I love you. No, I loved you. I'm taking my first step outside of your gaze. This is the end. I am no longer yours.

[readbeneaththelines]

Breaking Point Pt 4

A/N: when you have been there for Yoongi, through thick and thin. What will hapeen when you leave, hoping that he will remember the love you two had? Will he find you and get you back, are you willing to give him a second chance… Or is this your breaking point? Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: as always… Angst

Word Count: 2051

credit to the owner of the gif

Yoongi POV

The incessant chirping of Yoongi’s alarm roused him just as he had fallen into a deep slumber, his body jolting upright before he realized it was his alarm and not her calling. He reached over to the bedside table and swiped to shut it off. Looking at the time it was seven a.m. With a sigh, he looked through his contacts, finding his boss’s direct number and hitting the call icon.  With a groggy and sleep deprived voice, he informed his boss that he wouldn’t be in and that he wasn’t sure when he would be returning. “It’s a personal emergency, and I will not miss this or mess this up again.” he spat out when his superior attempted to put a guilt trip on him, stating something about something that went in one ear and out the other. He hung up before the man on the other line could retort. With that done, he headed for the shower hoping to rinse the regret off of him, somehow. When the water ran cool and he was a bit less tense than when he entered, he stepped out and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he headed for the kitchen with phone in hand. First order of business was to see if she had contacted anyone about her plans. Grabbing the coffee container, he made a fresh full pot of coffee, the aroma wafting around the small space as he sat at the bar and began scrolling through his contacts. 

ReaderPOV

When you woke from your night of fitful sleep, you were even more exhausted and spent than when you laid down. Throwing your legs over the side of the bed, you let your foggy brain clear a bit before standing up. You headed for the bathroom, a very hot shower the order of the morning. Cleaned up and a tad more refreshed, you set a pot of coffee brewing, frowning when you realized that it was only for one instead of two. Refusing to give in to more tears, you shook your head then set about getting dressed. You pulled out a soft baby blue sweater, one that he had picked out as a surprise, and paired it with dark blue wide legged jeans. Pulling your hair up into a loose ponytail, you applied some light makeup, just enough to give pale cheeks some color and relieve the dark circles under your eyes. Grabbing a cup of coffee, you pulled back the curtains and sat in one of the chairs. The bright sunny day was a stark contrast to your mood. You were missing him something terrible and all you wanted to do was pick up the phone and call him.

 Your phone! 

You sprang up and searched for your bag, finding the phone at the bottom. It was dead and you had forgotten the charger in the car. Sighing heavily, you grabbed the keycard and made your way downstairs, coffee in hand. When you passed the front desk, a young man was manning it, helping a family get checked in. Smiling at him when he acknowledged you, you then walked into the cool morning air. Finding the charger, you grabbed it up and headed back in.

“Excuse me, Miss?” The young man called as you walked by.

“Yes?” You turned and walked over to him, a faint smile forcibly plastered on your face. The man returned the smile, baring pearly white teeth. His name badge told you his name was Jax. 

“Good morning!  Miss. Anne on the night shift asked me to give this to you. She told me what you looked like in case you came down today.” He pulled a small envelope from under the counter, handing it to you with care. You nodded and told him ‘thank you’, then headed back to the room. You had to decide if you were going to stay another night or not, and only had a few hours to make up your mind.

Back in the suite, you opened the envelope. Pulling out a folded piece of paper, you sat back down and began reading.

Dearie,

    I couldn’t get you off my mind last night after you went to your room. I know you are getting away to clear your mind and hopefully let whoever clear their mind too. I live a few blocks down the street and would like to offer you a home cooked meal tonight if you plan on staying over again. It would be my pleasure. I have good ears for listening and some sage advice to give. Here is my number, please give me a ring and let me know.

Sincerely,

Ms. Anne

You hadn’t realized you were crying until a small droplet of salty water splattered onto the note. Wiping your eyes, you plugged in the phone and let it charge while you drank another cup of coffee.

An hour later the phone had enough charge to make a few calls. The first one was to Ms Anne, taking her up on the offer of a meal and therapy session. The two fo you planned on getting together at seven, leaving yourself several hours to finish making calls and maybe a nap. Your next call was to your best friend, who was cussing up a storm over how he had treated you, and then told you she would keep her lips were sealed. The next call was to your sister, giving the same explanation. Your sister was a few years younger than you and were as close as close could be. You talked for over half an hour as you cried, yelled, and then laughed as your sister patiently listened on the other end. 

Finally, after a deep breath, you got up the courage to look at your messages. You read Yoongi’s message over and over, wanting to believe that he was sorry, but not yet sure he really understood the severity of his actions. You debated over replying, settling on waiting until later. You knew deep down that you would eventually have to talk to him, but your emotions were still to fragile and your heart still in shattered pieces. Maybe after dinner with Ms. Anne, and some good advice under your belt, you could call him that evening. Glancing at the time, you saw that you still had a few hours before dinner. Crawling back under the covers, you closed your eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

The alarm woke you up from a restless sleep. You were going to have to do something about this not sleeping well situation. 

After getting up, you brushed your hair and put on a bit of makeup, just enough to hide the dark circles under tired eyes. Putting Ms. Anne’s address in the GPS, you headed out for the night. You arrived at Ms. Anne’s in twenty minutes, missing most of the rush hour traffic in the city. Taking a deep breath, you exited the car and headed for the front door.

Ms. Anne greeted you with a hug and a smile, holding herself at arms length to get a look at the young woman before her. “Not sleeping well, I see.” It wasn’t an accusatory remark, but was meant to let her young friend know she understood. 

“Is it that obvious, Ms. Anne?” you lowered your head, knowing that no amount of makeup could hide how you felt. 

Ms. Anne ushered you in, offering a seat on the overstuffed and well worn couch. The older woman headed to the kitchen, bringing back two glasses of red wine. “I figured you could use this.” she offered with a sly grin on her face.

Taking the glass from the woman, you lifted it to your lips, not bringing it back down until it was completely empty. “Just what I needed, thank you Ms. Anne.” The older woman laughed heartily, taking the glass and heading back to the kitchen.

“Is there anything I can do to help you in there?” you called from your seat, but Ms. Anee told you to keep your seat and relax. “I’m cooking for a guest tonight, so just sit right there and act like a guest, alrighty?” She popped her head around the corner of the wall, smiling broadly. You  chatted while Ms. Anne finished preparing the meal, both of you laughing at the stories she told. 

“Dinner is served.” 

You rose from your seat, making the way to the dining table where Ms. Anne had set out what looked like a feast. You made small talk while you both ate, Ms. Anne listening attentively while the you spilled your guts about what had happened to make you end up in this town.

“Dear, there will always come a time in a relationship when one must sometimes give more than they take. It isn’t always fifty-fifty. I remember when I was newly married and my husband had to take a long overseas trip for work, he was gone for six months. During that time I maybe spoke to him a handful of times. By the time I hung up, I had realized that neither of us said I love you because we were so rushed to tell everything else. I fretted over the what-ifs, but in the end, when he came home, we were stronger than before. It made us realize why we fell in love in the first place. We completed each other. Even as we grew older, there were days when we didn’t say I love you, because we didn’t need to hear it to know that we loved each other. Yes, it’s nice to hear, but sometimes, just sometimes, those three little words can become automatic, lose their meaning. It’s in the actions that tell you if your loved or not. And yes, I understand that he made his mistakes in not showing you, but did you consider that maybe he was working hard so that he could give you a better life in the long run? Sure, he may have gone about it the wrong way, but maybe, just maybe, he was doing all of that for you.”

You sat back in the chair as Ms. Anne spoke, your mind sorting out what your new friend was saying. Maybe he was doing this for you, even if he didn’t know that he was putting you on the back burner in the process. Maybe it was the only way he knew. Your head bowed in guilt and shame. YOu felt Ms. Anne’s hand rest on hyou shoulder.

“Dearie, give him a call. See what he has to say. You will never know until you talk to him.”

“Ms. Anne, thank you. Thank you for everything. It was so good to hear that someone has gone through this besides me and made it out on the other side.” You leaned over, hugging the older woman close. Ms. Anne patted your back, shushing you when she heard the faint sound of crying. After several minutes, you straightened yourself up, wiping at the tears that had now streaked your makeup.She sat in silence a few more moments, Ms. Anne allowing you time to collect your thoughts. 

“I’m going to go back to my room and give him a call. Hopefully I haven’t screwed anything up already.” You stood from your seat, hugging Ms. Anne once more before gathering your purse and keys. The two of you made plans to get together soon, promising to keep in touch. After numbers were swapped, you headed out, climbed into the car and headed back to the hotel. It was late when you arrived, and you were afraid that it would be too late to call. Deciding to text first, you picked up the phone, hands trembling at the thought that he may not answer.

Hey. 

Was wondering if you could talk.

You set the phone on the bed and changed into pyjamas. It was torture, waiting for a response. Ten minutes later, the phone buzzed and you grabbed it up, swiping to open the main screen. There was his name in bold letters with little hearts around it. 

I would like that very much.

Whenever your ready.

You sighed heavily, heart racing as you pulled up his number and hit send.

@aspaceformyself @trapped-inside-my-head @beautifulseoulliar@maxinaptak @seoulsunshineandstories @xjamlessparkx@sugababemyg @kpop-addictedloser  @min-shookga-yoongi@beau @agustd-suga-yoongii @astronomyturtle@dreamyoongi @holy-yoongi @trashkazuya @micky1518@rosiemilas @karri570  @kwonnansi

[imaginesfromtheupsidedown]

Blast From The Past (fem!reader POV)

A Kol Mikaelson Imagine (Kol x reader) from the fem!reader’s POV.

Alrighty! This is NOT a part two from Blast From The Past, this is from the point of view from the reader, who I imagined as female when writing this.Let me know anything you’d like to see in the Part 2, and if Ishould do a part 2 for the fem!readerPOV. Any critique and advice is welcome! :)

ALSO, remember, these are my writings from my old blog, I had just deleted my old blog and am putting these up here.I promise I havent ripped them. Just letting you guys know in case you recognize them.

Hey, @philautia-love-of-self , I know you wanted to be tagged but IDK if you meant in this perspective or in the actual part 2, so here’s a tag! :)

Triggers: blood, fight, and if you see anything else that should be added to this let me know!

word count: 3735

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She woke up with a splitting headache and had no idea what had happened to her. Her neck was sore and her throat and stomach burned with a hunger she had never felt before. Blinking rapidly, she looked around trying to get her vision back. When she could finally see, the first face she saw was his. Klaus.

“What the hell?” she moaned. “Klaus? Why am on the floor?”

“Ah, yes, sorry about that, darling!” he smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “There’s really no graceful way to snap someone’s neck.” What? Snap someone’s neck? As in…..

“Did you… kill me?” hyperventilating, she tried to stand up but fell right back down, taking the bedside table with her. When she landed her leg caught a bit of the sun that was shining through the window, burning and earning quite a scream from her. What the heck was happening! She ached with a hunger that she didn’t understand and burned from the warmth of the sun!

Trying to think back as far as she could, she remembered Klaus promising that he could help her mother, claiming that he was a witch, drinking his blood, and then finally telling him how grateful she was before everything suddenly went black…

He did. He killed her. But she was still here.

Her eyes snapped open. Chest heaving, covered in sweat, and just at terrified as the day she was turned. She kept staring into the darkness, pulling her blanket up to her chin trying to calm herself down. And that worked for a bit. Until it pounced.

“HARVARD EUGENE!!!!!” she screamed. He was such an evil cat; she swore he did stuff like that on purpose. She scooped him into her arms cuddled him into her chest despite his obvious attempts of escape. Convinced that the little turd had learned his lesson, she released him. He scrambled out of her arms and across the bed, only to plop himself onto a pillow. She couldn’t help but laugh at her little fur baby.

Rolling back onto her side she cuddled back into her blanket, pulling it up to her neck again. Once settled, she absentmindedly traced her fingers along the tiny letters that were forever etched into the side of her wrist. She thought of him often. Which was also why she busied herself constantly, trying to leave less time for her to wallow in not only the fact that she could never be with him, but only a few years ago she learned that he had died for real and could never actually come back to her…

She would never even get to see him again, let alone hold him close.

Swallowing back her pain, she thought of all the things that she had to look forward to by getting out of bed. She had her fur baby, her kids downtown who she helped tutor, a business of her own, and a few close friends. Plus, she had Netflix to come home to if everything went to shit so at least she had a plan to fall back on. As sad as she was, not everything was going to make her want to cry herself to sleep.

Forcing a smile, she told herself ‘Y/N, get up, get dressed, and go conquer’. After feeding her cat, she got dressed and took a good amount of time to actually do her makeup, which made her smile more. It wasn’t much, but it did make her feel a bit better. She felt a bit more put together with her favorite blazer, favorite color on her eyes, and lip gloss that smelled like cake batter.

After leaving her apartment she headed to a local coffee shop a few streets down, enjoying hearing the clacks of her heels and feeling the slight breeze that blew past her. It was such a beautiful day out. It reminded her of a day very long ago, when a young man stumbled into her life…

After arguing with her father for what seemed like hours on end, Y/N hastily grabbed her family’s freshly cleaned laundry and darted out the door. She didn’t want to stay and suffer through who knows how much more of one of her father’s bad moods and more of his harsh words.

Slowing down she balanced the basket on one hip, using her newly free hand to run through the high grass. It was such a beautiful day out. The sun was at its peak in the sky, a slight breeze was blowing, and it was the perfect temperature. Autumn was approaching, meaning the days were not as unbearably hot as it was a couple of months ago.  A small smile formed on her lips. In this moment, she was content. Well, until the heavy basket of wet clothes was knocked out of her hands, causing her to let out a small scream.

At first she didn’t know what to do, she just stared at the clothes and then at the stranger who had seemingly come out of nowhere. He seemed to make some sort of movement, probably to help pick up the clothes, when a giggle escaped her mouth before she could stop it.

“My goodness! Where did you come from!” she giggled again. “I apologize if I’m the one who ran into you, I’m just very thoughtful today and may not have been paying attention. I’m Y/N, Mr…..?” She thrusted her hand out at him, waiting for him to respond. His eyes darted to her wrist and she could have sworn she saw them widen before he reached back to shake her hand.

“Ah, yes, uh,” he coughed, “Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson. Sorry, I, uh, was running to find my brothers and I just, um, ran into you.” She couldn’t help but smile again, staring at this handsome stranger as he fumbled for words. Right as they were pulling away, something told her to glance down. That’s when she saw them. The letters on his wrist. And that’s when she understood why his eyes had widened. There, on his wrist, were her initials: Y/I. To hide her quickly reddening cheeks she ducked to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground.

“Ah! Well I do hope that you find them!” she said shortly, trying not to be rude but also trying to hide the fact that she was now nervous. She picked up a few more things before sensing him bend down beside her, helping her gather them up.

“Eh, they’ll be fine wherever they went. Let me help you with these, I’m terribly sorry about spilling your clothes. I’ll even wash them again if they need it!” he grinned at her. And that was it. She fell hard for that smile right then and there.

After getting the largest cup of her favorite coffee from the shop, she headed on over to the print shop to pick up some new building blueprints she had ordered. Of course, they were perfect and she knew her staff would be super excited about them. Unable to hide her excitement, she hurried home and put the papers into a binder. After a quick lunch and a game of catch-the-string with Harv, she made her way to the club. Her club, which she had built from the ground up and had actually become more popular than she had ever hoped it would.

The thumping beats could be heard down the street from the club, which only made her happier. That meant that customers were there, and customers meant a happy atmosphere. When she walked in she saw that the bar was full and that there were already a few people on the dance floor. How could she not smile in this place? All the visible staff had genuine smiles plastered across their faces, chatting with customers and enjoying their jobs. She headed over to the head bartender, Jacob, and chatted for a second.

“Boss, this little place is POPPIN!” he grinned, pouring another drink for one of their regulars.

“It is! You have no idea how amazing this is, on top of this!” she held up the binder and he clapped his hands together.

“YASSS, boss lady! Girl, we are going to have the hottest club in New Orleans!” he almost screamed. It made her heart swell with joy at the fact that her employees loved this place as much as she did. She may have found her favorite job ever, and she had definitely had a lot of jobs over the years.

“I’m going to go finish getting all of these in order and then I’ll be back out to show you all the finished masterpiece before taking them to the office! We can finally build!!” they hugged before she went to the back office to pull out some pay statements and other stuff needed for the add-ons.

She was harshly awoken by her father screaming, jolting up to quickly cover herself. It took her a second to register what was happening. Her father was screaming both at her and Kol, but he was kicking and swinging his fists at Kol. At the same time, Kol was franticly trying to pull his pants on between dodging kicks and punchs.

“How dare you both!! Put your clothes on young lady! And stand still, you bastard!!” he threw her clothes at her while still trying to get Kol.

“Mr. Y/L/N, please! We haven’t harmed anyone, we haven’t done anything wrong!” Kol pleaded, finally getting his pants on and putting his hands up in defense. “I love your daughter and would never do anything to take advantage of her or to hurt her in any way!”

“YOU ALREADY HAVE, BOY!” her father boomed, stamping his feet. She had never seen him this angry, or even his face this red. “This is my daughter! How dare you, either of you, disrespect me in such a way! And in my own barn!”

“Father-“

“KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, GIRL!” he screamed at her, causing her to flinch and bringing tears to her eyes.  She hastily put her clothes on and looked away, trying not to make the situation worse by letting him see her cry. That’s when Kol straightened up.

“You will not talk to her like that…” he said through his teeth, approaching her father. This seemed to confuse her father because he started to back up as Kol got closer. “She is the woman I love, the woman I live for. You will not disrespect HER. Do you understand?”

“Now, see here, this is MY daughter, and I decide who she-“ her father stammered, obviously nervous and trying to seem still in charge.

“No. You don’t. She does. And she has picked ME.” Kol interrupted. She couldn’t believe this! First her father finding them, and now it seemed like a fight between her father and the man she loved was inevitable. He walked over to her and wiped the tears off of her face before kissing the tiny letters on her wrist. “As if our wrists weren’t proof enough that we were meant for each other! But it seems you need me to say it out loud.” He walked back over to her father, who seemed rooted in place, and got right in his face.

“Y/N is the absolute love of my life. No one, not even you, Mr. Y/L/N, is going to stop that.” He growled. And what he said next had almost stopped her heart…

“Y/N, will you let me marry you?”

Finally, the last bit of the binder was complete! She sat back and took a sip of her coffee, proud of all of their hard work. Deciding to chill out for a few minutes before heading back out into the lobby, she let her vampire hearing take over for a bit. Besides the obvious thumping of the music, she heard a few bits and pieces of conversations happening.

“Let’s get another round!!”

“Okay, No-Fun Nancy, how about we play a little drinking game?”

“This is where I’m coming from now on!”

“No, Sarah, that’s not what a buttery-nipple is…”

“It’s our buddy’s 21ST, we want to get him SUPER drunk, like ‘Hangover’ drunk, ya feel?”

She laughed at some of these, sporting a wide grin. Until she heard one of her staff say something that gave her goosebumps.

“We may need to go get Y/N…. See those two? They’re vamps… They keep trying to compel me-“

And that’s all she needed to hear. She had her coffee and the binder in both hands, making a bee line for the main bar area. Using all of her senses that she could she tried to figure out where they could be and, if she could, why they were here. Once she reached the bar she sat her stuff down and opened the binder, calling Jacob over. He was super excited to see the binder until he saw her face.

“What’s up…” he asked quietly, so quiet that she only heard it because of her enhanced hearing. Thank goodness he was a vampire too, or she wouldn’t be able to be as secret.

“Vampires… Where? Are they a threat?” she barely moved her mouth, trying to make it look like she was just showing him the blueprints.

“Behind you, other side of the bar. And no, as far as I can tell they’ve just tried to compel free drinks out of a few of us. Which, of course, is not happening.” He laughed. That made her relax a bit. She started to loosen up when she felt a presence right next to her, causing her to tense back up.

“Who the hell drinks coffee at a club?”

Of course. Klaus. She was having too great of a day, the universe had to fuck her over somehow. She turned slowly to face him. Yep. He was really there. This wasn’t just some caffine-enduced daydream. Shit.

“Well, I’m not going to lie I never thought I would see you showing up here of all places, Klaus.” She rolled her eyes, not even trying to mask the malice in her voice. She had to fire back with something tough… ... “What the hell do you want? Haven’t you already done your worst?”

Fuck. That wasn’t tough! If anything that only made her sound submissive and tired!! Shit!!! She had to think of a way to not sound weak!

“Now, love, why on earth would you say that? Have you not had great lifetimes?” Klaus teased, pulling her binder in front of him. “Oh, lovely, expanding are we?” she yanked it back from him.

“To what do I owe this… pleasure?” she said through her teeth. Jacob took the binder from her, shooting a cold glare toward Klaus before heading to the other side of the bar.

“I came to apologize to a few people that I’ve done wrong. And you, love, are one of those people. So I’m here to make it all up to you!” He leaned in closer, trying his best at what she realized was a smile.

“Ha. Jesse, go outside and tell me if you see any pigs flying!” she yelled toward the bartender, crossing her arms. “Because that’s the only way I’ll believe that Klaus Mikaelson is coming into my club and admitting that he’s done any wrong.” She didn’t want to give Jacob’s real name out just in case Klaus goes on one of his infamous temper tantrums. What the actual hell is wrong with him? How dare he think he could make up for what he had done….

It was starting to get colder out, and she was craving warm blood. Kol was due to return from his hunting trip with Elijah any day now, and Klaus was now helping Y/N with her new vampire cravings and senses before he got back. She was grateful, of course, but all she wanted was to rip open a few people and drain them dry.

“Let’s run now, love. Run from the tree to the end of the trail!” he encouraged. She rolled her eyes at him.

“I don’t want to. I’m hungry, Klaus, can we please just deal with that first?” she slumped against the tree.

“You are being weak, Y/N. I’m trying to make you strong! How do you think Kol is going to feel about this, hmm?? Will he want his beloved to be sitting here whining about being hungry, or is he going to want you to be as strong and disciplined as he is?” Klaus demanded, a smile curving on his lips. He was proud of his little Y/N-shaming pep talk.

“I’m very sure that Kol would rather me act like however the hell I want and not be modeling after what his ass of a brother taught me…” she retorted. She wished she could’ve taken the words back as soon as she said them, he was so mad.

“How about I rip out your heart and leave you like your mother?” he hissed, speeding to her and lifting her by her neck. “Do you know how many people would love to be like me? And I’ve wasted my time with you…” That pissed her off. She kicked at him, causing him to let her go. She took a few swings at him, and she had to admit that it was awesome to use this vampire strength.

He did not like that. A full on fight let loose, both equally getting in blows. It felt like forever, both of them throwing punches and trying to kill the other. She actually thought she could do it, that she could kill him and never have to worry about him ever again. Just kill him, walk away, and spent the rest of her immortal life happy and with Kol. But that plan was crushed when she felt his hand burst through her chest, gripping her heart.

“GIVE ME A REASON!” he bellowed, tightening his grip. She screamed out in pain, clutching his arm even though there was nothing she could do. This was it. He was going to kill her. Unless she submitted to him..

“I-I’m….. I’m sorry!” she choked out. For a second she thought that he was still going to do it, rip out her heart and just leave her to rot. But after one last squeeze on her heart he let go and yanked his hand out, throwing her to the ground. He stared down at her for what felt like an eternity, blood splattered across his face. She had never seen him so cold. But then again she had never really known that Kol and his family were anything more than human like her.

“I will forgive you, Y/N…” he said after his long pause. “But I will never forget. Your life comes at a price.”

“Anything.” She breathed, trying to stand herself up straight.

“You will not see Kol for…… one hundred years. Or however long else I decide.” He said casually. But that almost knocked her down in itself.

“W-what?” she croaked. “No! Please, I’ll let you help me! I’ll do anything else, Klaus, please!”

“No. That’s the price of you staying alive. Stay away from my brother. Or die.” He shrugged. “Or, better yet, I’ll kill him.”

With the last of her strength she looked him in the eye and nodded. After she saw the smile start to creep across his face she looked down, trying to hide the tears that were about to spill over the brims of her eyes. When she looked up he was gone. That was the hardest she had ever sobbed in all of her life.

“I’m a changed soul, Y/N! And I can prove it.” He put his hands up in mock defense.

“Fine. Prove to me you’re a changed soul and I may CONSIDER forgiving you.” Her tone was flat. She was trying to be as cold as she remembered him being on the worst day of her life.

“Only consider!” Klaus scoffed. He raised his stupid eyebrow at her, his way of challenging what she said.

“You killed me, had me kill my own mother, made me swear to stay away from the man I loved, then kept me from him, and when I finally find you, you’ve gotten him killed!” She was angry, so angry. “You’re lucky that ‘consider’ is even an option.” She spat all of that out at him, hoping he would leave. Leave her club and leave her alone. In the corner of her eye she saw Jacob tense and turn his head slightly toward her. Shit. Now she’s going to have to explain shit she had never wanted to explain to anyone…

“Fine. I guess.” Klaus threw his arms up in mock surrender. “Well love, are you ready for my apology?” she shrugged, honestly not expecting anything. And if he really did do anything, she pictured him donating money to her club so that she could expand. Which would be wonderful, but that is such a Klaus thing to do. Throw money at someone that you hurt so that you don’t have to feel bad any more, yay!!!

Klaus made a big show of stepping aside and gesturing behind him. She rolled her eyes and turned to see what her big apology gift would be and her eyes almost burst out of her head. There he was, sitting in her club, at her bar, staring at her with those gorgeous chocolate eyes. She glanced down at his wrist and saw her initials still there. It was him! Really him! Alive! But how? So many questions flooded into her head along with old memories and a lot of pain. She had no idea what to do. Should she say hi? Would running out the door be acceptable? She couldn’t do that…. Here he was, right in front of her seeming just as shocked as she was, and she couldn’t just run. Without thinking she sped to him, stopping right in front of him. Their noses nearly touched and she could hear his heartbeat. It was slamming to his chest just like hers was. He was just as handsome as she remembered. Oh, how she wanted to grab him and kiss all over his face. She wanted to know everything! Why wasn’t he saying anything? Wait, why wasn’t she saying anything? After what felt like another eternity she spoke.

“Kol?”

[frakturtheskeleton-blog]

SansxReader Timeline And Timeline Again (on Wattpad) 

Link:

http://my.w.tt/UiNb/Iu3qH8LWit 

Descript: 

You're a monster that escaped from being thrown into the Underground by 7 human mages. You and your sister, Miki, have lived for centuries trying to avoid being caught by the humans. Things have finally calmed down and you were now able to live a peaceful life together with your little sis... Well, that was until HE came... *This was just written just for fun, I'm not that funny, and I mostly like to hurt my main character so yeah... but you can read if you want." !WARNING:! may include smut, as well as gore, and other strong themes. !YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! This is a fanfic. I do not own Undertale, Toby Fox does. I also do not own the cover image all rights go to the creators. Reader(you)/Sans(Undertale character) EDIT: changed the name of the book, the previous name just didn't fit.

Notes:

(Me and my sisters fan-fic, please check it out if your interested.)

[seengularity]

The Long Night

SUPERNATURAL FANFIC

******************************** ISSUE #1 STRANGER

Crickets hummed loudly outside, it was one those times where a night felt like a week. You turned over in your bed, the sheets rustling in the quiet room. Second year of college….what a joke. You were only a summer away from graduating with your associates degree in Science and it was so overwhelming, what in the H were you planning to do with your life? It’s not like a person can do very much with a simple college degree. You already had an idea of what you wanted to continue going to school for. A person to help others, make them feel better. A doctor, a nurse, a vet, a vet’s assistant? The idea of blood didn’t bother you as much as it used to. You had once witnessed surgery on a great dane during a job shadow. The IV fell off, and you had never seen so much blood before in your life. It made you nauseous, but you made it through without getting sick…or passing out. Point is, [Y/N] one, blood none.

Now as you rose from your bed, your soft [Y/H/C] hair fell into layers, and your piercing [Y/E/C] eyes surveyed the area around you.

Your dog Isis slept infront of the door, small snores coming from her nostrils. The clock glowed red in the corner tormentingly, 4:30 Saturday morning. School had gone and flew by this semester. Going to work next week would be your personal hell if you got only this much sleep every night.

Someone crossed the floor in the kitchen. Easily, you walked out the door, figuring it was Dad, he was a light sleeper, while you could sleep through a storm, only the warmth woke you up tonight.

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as he stood, looking out the window towards our ever-growing pines. You turned on the tap, letting the water run cold.

“Hey Dad,” you said lightly, turning around to face not your father…but a stranger.

“Hello love muffin,” He said, and touched your forehead. You screamed.

Stunned, it was as if you had blinked, and when you opened your eyes again, you weren’t at home. The sudden transport made your head spin and your balance unstable. Your glass clinked onto the ground, a forest floor.

“What the–” Some wolves howled in the night, and instantly you shut your mouth, not wanting to be noticed by the things that could eat you.

The stranger was still here too. You shuddered realizing how vulnerable you were. You had only shorts and a tank top on, and you didn’t even have shoes to run away in. With his back to you, part of you wanted to sneak off in a huddled fear. If he could transport you to an unknown place, what else could he do? What was he? What was he going to do to you? Rape? Murder? Maim?

Scared, but feeling left out of options, you stepped forward, your instincts trembling. Wanting to go somewhere else, you forced yourself to ask, “Who in the hell are you?”

Part 2 --> https://eccentricsammy.tumblr.com/post/156068529603/the-long-night

[karlilarki]

A Little Something, Part 10

**Images above are NOT mine, I do not claim them in any way**

Word Count: 1,098

Avengers AU where it’s present-day, reader is main character and most characters are in their early to mid twenties.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

Part Nine   |     Masterlist

                It felt like an eternity passed before the cab reached the destination. My phone was buzzing like crazy but I ignored it diligently, not even wanting to look at it long enough to put it on silent. I thanked the driver as I passed him some cash, briefly regretting how much money I had spent tonight. Between the Chinese food, the cab fare to Bucky’s and then the cab fare across town… I sighed as I climbed out of the car. I tried to wipe the tears off of my cheeks as I walked up to the brown-brick apartment complex. It was considerably smaller than Bucky’s and quite a bit warmer feeling, even in the downpour of rain.

               There was no doorman here to greet me. Instead there was a panel by the doors with various buttons for various apartments. I buzzed the one I needed and waited, the feeling of cold droplets of waters splashing against my bare shoulders and chest making me shiver.

               “Hello?” Wanda’s voice came through the speaker.

               “Wan, it’s me, (y/n), can you let me in?” I bit my lip, just now considering the fact that she might’ve brought Paul home. I cursed myself silently for my stupidity.

               “Of course!” She squeaked and I heard the lock on the door click.

               I pushed my way through the heavy doors and into the quaint lobby. The elevator was out of service so I began to climb the tiled steps that led to Wanda’s apartment on the third floor. I was grateful she was only on the third floor and not the sixth or seventh.

               Still freezing cold, despite the workout from climbing three flights of stairs in heels, I shivered as I knocked on Wanda’s door. The door swung inward within seconds but rather than Wanda, it was Pietro that I faced.

               “(y/n)? What the hell happened? Why are you soaking wet?” his voice was full of concern as he pulled me into Wanda’s small two-bedroom apartment, “Wanda, grab her a towel, would ya?”

               “Pietro?” my teeth clattered as I said his name. When did he get home?

               “Shhh, come here, I’ve got you,” he said as he wrapped a blanket Wanda had thrown to him around me and pulled me into an embrace.

               “I’m s-s-sorry,” I stuttered, “I d-didn’t know you were h-here.”

               “Why would you be sorry?” He asked incredulously as he pulled away enough to peer down at me. He must have noticed the streaks of mascara running down my face at that point, because his expression changed. It seemed to flicker from confusion to anger before softening. He kissed me on the forehead and pulled me toward Wanda’s bathroom, “You’ll feel better after a hot shower.”

               “I’ll get you some towels and clothes, hun,” Wanda said before disappearing into her room. My heart swelled with gratitude toward the twins as they cared for me. I hadn’t even told them what had happened, but it didn’t seem to matter to them.

               “I’ll wait out here,” Pietro’s voice was low as I left his side and entered the bathroom. I unwrapped myself from the now-soaking blanket and turned to face him.

               “Thank you,” I whispered as I handed it to him.

               The corner of his mouth lifted up in a half-smile, though it didn’t meet his eyes. His eyes were full of concern and anger. I knew he wasn’t angry toward me, he was angry toward whomever had hurt me. I dreaded explaining to him and Wanda both what had been happening behind the scenes with Bucky and I.

               Wanda appeared and handed me a couple of plush towels stacked on top of one another, with a pair of pajamas I could borrow on top of those. She kissed me on the cheek before ushering me into the bathroom and telling me to make myself at home. I nodded before she shut the door.

               Half an hour later I exited the bathroom. I wore one of the towels Wanda had supplied on my head, keeping my wet hair off of my shoulders and back. I was sporting a fuzzy pair of gray pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved black shirt, both borrowed from Wanda. The twins were sitting on her couch watching some tv show about women in prison, something about the color orange, I wasn’t sure. I quietly snuck into the room and sat in the open space between them. Pietro wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me toward him, kissing my temple before resting his head on the towel on top of my head. He didn’t say anything, just went back to watching the show. Wanda patted my leg before getting up and heading to the kitchen. From the sounds of it she was making some warm tea for us. I snuggled into Pietro’s side as I felt my eyelids begin to droop. I was exhausted, and out before I knew it.

                            “I fucked up, man,” Bucky’s voice was hoarse.

               “What’d you do?” Steve answered, it was late but he had still been winding down for the night when his phone had lit up with Bucky’s name and number.

               “That chick I took back home with me,” Bucky answered, he sounded panicked.

               “Yeah…?” Steve’s voice took on an edge of concern.

               “(y/n) walked in on us…on the couch…”

               Steve took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. He knew he shouldn’t have let Bucky walk off with that woman when he was so clearly smitten with (y/n).

               “What do I do?” Bucky broke the silence.

               “Go to her, punk. Go to (y/n)’s right now, make this right. You can’t lose her, man. I know you both well enough to know you can’t lose each other now.”

               “What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

               Steve laughed, “Of course she won’t want to see you. That doesn’t matter, go anyway. Make sure she knows you’re not going anywhere.”

               “I’ve called her, and texted, but she won’t answer…” Bucky said, almost absentmindedly.

               “Go. Take a cab, not your bike, it’s too wet and you drank too much tonight.”

               “You’re right…of course you’re right…” Bucky sighed, “I’ll call you later.”

               The line disconnected. Steve pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it. How did he end up with such an idiot for a friend? He pulled up his texts and searched for (y/n)’s name. He typed quickly and hit send before he could change his mind.

               Call me.

               He hoped she wouldn’t ignore him, too. He hoped she’d let Bucky in, hear him out. He sighed.