Vampire-Seeker

You were always an adventurous guy. In middle school you and your class went hiking in the mountains for your science class, mostly to collect some fancy plants you never bothered memorizing the names of. You were supposed to keep journals and take notes of plants and other stuff -- it was for a grade -- but instead you ended up climbing a tree and made your friends throw their shoes up so you could hang them on higher branches by the laces (you were a weird kid, okay, you admitted it). You also ended up wandering off by yourself, got lost, took a nap in a cave because you wanted to reenact an episode of Man Vs Wild, and ended up befriending

 { please listen. } 4am. the night sky lights up a quiet room; there’s radiance on his features and he holds the gentlest of expressions. you can’t bring yourself to look away or close your eyes because it’s so genuine-- it’s not the mask he constantly wears for nearly every second of his life. but when he wakes up, he’ll put it back on and he’ll keep living as if there’s no heaviness on his shoulders. and the thought breaks your heart. because he’s so at peace right now. he is not suffering-- not now, not in his dreams. you stay awake because you’re afraid this won’t ever happen

I can’t write. Okay, that’s a lie. I can write, but not well. I’ve always thought that writing forces you to come to terms with something buried deep within your mind. But I’ve been trying to be happy about it. I’ve been trying to ignore everything else that may make me sad again, pushing away ideas that spiral in my brain that distract me. That’s probably why I haven’t written in a while. See, I’m not very good with forming words with my mouth. They come out tangled like yarn, and I generally speak before I think. I don’t take the time to browse through the library of words I have in m

CUR-CLUNK. Your eyes shot open at the sound, startling you out of your peaceful slumber. After your heart stopped trying to attempt to fly out of your chest, your eyes fluttered back shut. You went back to dreamless land in a matter of seconds. CUR-CLUNK. You jerked under your sheets. They flew off of you for a moment in your jump scare at the noise. Your eyes darted around your low-lit room, trying to figure out if something fell in your room. Seeing everything was in their organized locations, and nothing on the floor, you slowly sunk back into your mattress, squirming to get back into your sweet spot. A relaxed exhale of air escaped fro

You were sitting on the couch, with your precious boyfriend, Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, or Spidey. You were sure you loved him, and he loved you more than his own life. Though he didn't want to rush things so you have never... you know what. Bees and birds... to the point! You were sitting with him, on the couch, trying to focus on your book, as much as he was trying to focus on his. But you both were distracting each other just by existing. Finally he sighed heavily and put the book down, as you grinned with victory on your face. "I won." You smirked and closed the book. "What would I get as a reward?" You purred silently looking at him cl

WARNING: Major Tango Sexiness Please be advised that though nothing actually explicit happens (not even a kiss) it might get a little heated and intense for younger readers. Continue at your own risk (though I, for one, definitely say it's worth it! ;p) Koren sighed for what seemed the upteenth time. She was wearing a dress that was far slinkier and revealing than she was particularly comfortable with. It was a dark blue and was made of a satin type fabric that held many depths of colors more than blue. It had a halter style neckline that tastefully showed cleavage -but not breast- and the outside line of the halter wound around the front of

“I am doomed.” He whispered, as he looked at the woman in the beautiful wedding dress that adorned her body. “I am completely and utterly doomed.” “These were a few of the words that escaped my lips as I realized how foolishly in love I was with the woman whom I have been calling my wife for an hour and a half now.” Today was the day anyone who knew the pair thought would never come, but as it so gladly happened. Everyone was happy for them all the same. With a dapper suit and tie, Sherlock began speaking as he adjusted the cufflinks on the sleeves of his newly bought suit. Suddenly, the room felt stuffy

        It had been late in the morning, the sun was already high above the buildings of London, and the busy streets had by then come alive. Sherlock had been up since yesterday working on a current case.     As if on cue (name) walked into the room catching Sherlock's attention, "Good morning Sherlock" she mused while yawning, approaching him from behind, wrapping her warm arms around him. The detective stiffened in response, with this newfound sensation that had been effecting him lately. After pulling away (name's) soft hair evaded from his form, leaving a sweet aroma around him, causing him to clench his jaw in response.         His

“New game,” Logan said sliding into the barstool next to you. It was Friday night which meant the weekly drinking game was about to start. It changed every week, and so far you had only won once, (which was a really long story where you both ended up in the back of cop cars at the end of the night.)        “Alright, what are the rules old man?” You asked smirking at him.        “Since we got here so early this is what we're gonna do.” He turned and looked at the door and pointed. “Every time someone walks into the bar that you'd get with, take a drink

:bulletpurple: Thranduil x Reader: Wisdom :bulletpurple:  He watched her with piercing eyes, brilliantly blue and calculating. The room was still, and despite his earlier invitation for her to be at ease, the Elf’s guest would not look at him directly.   From where he rested several feet away from the human woman, Thranduil- King of the Woodland Realm- addressed her, his voice as smooth and deep as a midnight pool.   “What troubles you, Lady (F/n)? You have not been yourself this evening tide.”   The woman slowly lifted her (e/c) eyes, though she still didn't meet his undeviating gaze. “Just thinking, sire.”