I have had this blog for a while now and I thought it was time for an introduction!
Hi! You can call me E! I am a minor so creeps go away! Everyone who is kind is welcome here! I am currently writing a book! Make sure to check that post out! This blog is mainly about books, reading, and writing!
Here are things I like! Do we have something in common? Let me know in the comments!
Movies/Series I like: Supernatural, The Aristocats(and lots of other Disney movies!), Gilmore Girls, Brooklyn 99, Modern Family, Young Sheldon, Anne with an E, Reacher, Abbott Elementary, Marvel, and many more!
Music Artists I like: The neighborhood, Arctic Monkeys, The Lumineers, Hozier, Adele, The Red Clay Strays, Montell Fish, Warren Zeiders, Zach Bryan, Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, some Taylor Swift, Nelly (and other rappers too many to put lol) I have a pretty varied music taste lol
Hyper-fixations: Marvel specifically Spider-Man and Deadpool! The Peanuts! That includes Charles Schultz comics and the movies! Obsessed with Schroeder and Lucy! I’m also obsessed with giving name suggestions to name communities on Reddit! I’m really into Supernatural! I am on season six!
Books I love: The Boy Who Steals Houses by C.G. Drews, Don’t Let The Forest In by C.G. Drews, Chaos Theory by Nic Stone, Jackpot by Nic Stone, Dear Martin by Nic Stone, Dear Justyce by Nic Stone, Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reed, and A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder
Anyway that’s all I can think to put here…. Have a wonderful day!
Hiiiii! can i request for a shy vampire and a willing victim?
you have such wonderful writing and can't wait for every of your updates, thank you!
Bite me
Warnings: not my usual content - vampire x victim dynamic, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood drinking (duh). Vic is short for victim.
So maybe walking through an abandoned park at night was not their smartest idea. So what? It's not like Vic was ever one to have genius ideas. It was late; they were lazy and entirely done with everything happening in their life. Sometimes, Vic just wished they could spend a lifetime sipping wine and staring at the moon with a woeful expression.
They'd look gorgeous too. Like one of those gothic paintings that their landlord insisted on keeping up. Vic did not mind, mostly because they were too numb to care. Yeah, apathy was what they felt - or rather, they didn't feel anything. It could be the reason for the desperate recklessness with which they treated life.
Hence, their lack of reaction would lead to an unexpected turn of events tonight.
When someone's arms grab Vic from behind, pressing them face-first against a wall, they don't struggle much. Vic expects to be robbed or perhaps killed, but when their attacker tilts their head to the side, exposing their neck, they let out a sigh that borders on relief.
Vampire.
They feel sharp fangs graze their skin tentatively, causing goosebumps to arise. The feeling makes Vic freeze. Fuck, why does this feel so hot?
They don't flinch, which seems to surprise the vampire holding them. It steps closer, pressing up against Vic from behind, sending a s hiver of arousal down their spine. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
They're grateful their attacker doesn't notice it, preoccupied with their own struggles. After another moment of hesitation, the vices around them loosen. The vampire steps back, their arms almost limp as they drop to their sides.
"I-" The vampire pauses, gulping thickly. "I can't do this. I can't." They shake their head in half-disappointment, half-conviction.
When Vic turns around to face them, they look so downcast that it chips away at Vic's heart. Poor thing. "Hey, it's alright." They try to sound as comforting as a victim possibly can.
"Excuse me?" The vampire looks up at them, their expression incredulous.
"I don't mind," Vic shrugs, catching their attacker off guard. They are equally surprised at their undeniable willingness to fall victim tonight. They already have the woeful gothic vibe down - might as well go for it. Just drink blood instead of wine while staring at the moon. Not that big of a difference.
"What do you mean you don't mind?" The vampire asks, their voice going off-pitch. "Are you bonkers?"
"Nope," Vic denies, though it's likely the case. "I'm a fan."
"EXCUSE ME?!" What the vampire truly wanted to ask was: 'What the everloving fuck are you on about?' but they had to maintain the intellectual image.
"You heard me," Vic responds their expression nothing short of nonchalance. They give the vampire a quick glance-over. "I didn't think you'd be this cute though."
"What?" The vampire exclaims, coughing to hide their flustered expression. Their eyes are blown so wide, they might as well pop out of their skull, not to mention the furious blush spreading over their face and neck. They didn't even know vampires could blush.
Before they can finish that, Vic interrupts them with a sneaky smirk. "Now, would you be a doll and bite me already?"
"I-" The vampire stutters, breaking character because they cannot process what's happening. "What the hell? You were supposed to scream and run away!"
"Oh, you like to play with your food, huh?" Vic's smirk widens into a wicked grin as they whisper. "Kinky, I like that."
"WHAT?!" Okay, the vampire is nearing a mental breakdown at this point - their brain has waved a white flag, surrendering to the utter unpredictability of the idiot in front of them.
The vampire watches in horror awe as Vic purses their lips, leaning against the wall behind them before speaking. "Surprised, baby?"
"B-baby..?" The vampire is convinced something in their brain is malfunctioning because they cannot have heard this correctly. "How drunk are you?"
"I'm slightly tipsy and overwhelmingly sad," they explain, raking their eyes over the vampire's form. They really are cute.
"Then why are you this... willing to-" they pause to find the right words, "to, uh, be turned or eaten?"
"I'd rather be turned, if I'm honest," Vic notes, as if that was not painfully obvious.
"Oh, thank god, I had doubts," the vampire retorts, sarcasm dripping from their tone and expression as they roll their eyes.
The victim giggles, crossing their arms in amusement. Maybe life wasn't turning out as shitty as they presumed.
"Stop giggling, for heaven's sake!" The vampire's exasperation brings another wave of soft giggles to their supposed victim.
Vic snorts, crossing their arms over their chest and quirking an eyebrow at the use of the phrase. "You're one to talk about heaven?"
"Fair," the vampire admits with a small smile, and Vic freezes, admiring the gentle curve of their lips.
Holy fuck, they need to get their mind out of the gutter.
"Seems to me I could go now?" Vic notes, turning around in a mock attempt at escaping.
"Not so fast, sweetheart," the vampire seizes them again, their hold firm yet gentle when their arm wraps around Vic's waist, pulling their back flush against their chest.
"Are you going to bite me, or should I look for someone braver to pierce me?" Vic chuckles, their teasing tone obvious to their attacker.
"Oh, you're fucking done for," the vampire lets out a low growl as their tongue darts out to swipe over the sensitive skin of Vic's neck, earning a muffled moan from their victim. "In more ways than one."
A/N: Hi, sweetheart! Thank you, I'm happy to hear you enjoy my writing! This is not my usual content but I enjoyed writing it immensely. <3 Love, Sunny xo
P.S. @m4iloblu3 I have no idea why I can't tag you properly.
Sorry I’m getting to this so late! @newdawnhorizon
Raymond- Goes by Ray. Has an office job that he hates, but he loves wearing a suit and dressing up for it. Has a bunch of dogs. Loves to read and is secretly obsessed with romance books. He is super tall and wears glasses. Maybe a friends to lovers romance.
Carson- A mechanic with a past. He is trying to get his life right, but he also owes some people money. He has a good heart, but he can be too loyal and loyal to the wrong people. He has black hair and tattoos. Enemies to lovers romance.
Wyatt- A farmer who inherited his family’s farm. Has red curly hair and freckles. The farm has an apple orchard and garden, along with animals. He didn’t want to be a farmer he wanted and went to school to be a chef, but he couldn’t bring himself to sell the farm. Small town romance.
Ellis- A famous inventor. That has made billions off his invention. He comes off as blunt and standoffish, but he is really just an introvert. He hires a fashion designer to make him an outfit for an event and falls for her. Billionaire romance maybe.
Otis- An English major who is trying to write a novel. He is oozing golden retriever energy, but also dark academia aesthetic. Had blond hair and circular glasses. He is a romantic and writes poetry. He is obsessed with a girl in his English class. College romance and academic rivals to lovers.
Spencer- Has a don’t give a crap attitude, but really cares. Obsessed with sports. Has beautiful blue eyes and pin straight blond hair. He is obsessed with his best friend’s sister, but doesn’t want to ruin his friendship. Has family issues. Best friend’s sister romance.
Koa- Lives somewhere tropical idk where lol. Has tan skin and long dark hair. Love interest goes on vacation where he lives and they have a meet cute. He is very family oriented and loves to hang out with his younger siblings. Island vacation forced proximity romance.
Character Names With Personalities Girl Edition!!!!
This isn't anything too serious I just thought it would be fun!!!! Comment if you want me to do this for boys too! Enjoy!
Lilith- she is goth and a super sweet person. She also loves animals. She’s kinda giving Libby from The Inheritance Games. So we’re obviously giving her some type of cowboy small town romance.
Reverie- she is kinda laid back and has that “I don’t give a crap” attitude. She is really into nature. Maybe a brother’s best friend or enemies to lovers romance for her. Or both of those tropes. lol
Morana- she is super powerful and is kind of a ringleader of some sort. Probably into illegal stuff. Definitely a mafia protector romance for her.
Mallory- she is sort of a book worm. Maybe she writes poetry. I can see her as a blond. Possibly a fake dating romance for her.
Alivia- she goes by Livie. She's an artist and mainly paints abstract. Maybe friends to lovers romance for her.
Evelyn- she goes by Evie. she’s the rockstar girlfriend aesthetic. Does an amazing job on her makeup. She has chocolate brown, short, curly hair. Obviously a some type of rockstar romance for her.
Clover- she’s super smart. She’s giving burnt out gifted kid. I’m thinking academic rivals to lovers romance for her.
Neurodivergent assassin who very casually uses their weapons as stim.
Turning on and off the safety of their gun. Tapping and spinning their dagger. Watching the poison in the vial move as they flip in and then back.
Nobody says anything because...well they're an assassin.
Turns on safety, presses trigger, turns off safety repeat.
People around them are in constant fear.
Chewing the end of their poison tipped dagger when they try to figure out a plan.
Wash their hands too much cause they don't like how sticky blood is.
However overtime it becomes a weird single to others.
Everyone is anxious trying to figure something out and they hear a little "click click" and it's just slightly calming to know that they have this person there and they are thinking of a plan.
Someone hands them a drink but it flows just a little too weird and they are like, "hmm that's poison" then chuck it because they have built up immunity.
No table that doesn't have something carved into it.
Never a situation where they don't have enough bullets because this person takes out the cartridge and puts it back as stim.
They take apart their guns and put them back over time being crazy fast and efficient with it.
Please don't be afraid to comment on one of my posts! I love hearing everyone's thoughts, opinions, and stories! If you have any ideas or writing prompts for future posts please let me know! Please remember to be kind! Have a wonderful day everyone!
“You are the most fascinating individual I have ever met.”
“I’m so glad we met. My life is so much better now that you are in it.”
“I can’t explain the adoration I have for you because it’s so vast.”
“We will figure it out together. You aren’t alone, love.”
“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“I know it’s not your birthday or anything, but I saw this and thought of you. I just had to get it for you. I knew it would make you smile! Ha! I was right!”
“Stop. You are overthinking. I love you and only you.”
“They said what? They’re an idiot. You are the prettiest person alive!”
“I'm sorry, that happened. I will take care of it. Rest now, love.”
What Disney movie/movies would you like to see similar characters or plot lines in a book?
I think Aristocats would be a cute book if the characters were human! Like a well off single mother gets lost trying to find her grandmother’s mansion to help with her will or something and then she meets a charming local who helps her and her three children out! Idk!
Admittedly, the hero feared they’d be thrown out of the lair. It was a little sheepish of the henchman to call them out of all people, but the hero understood the necessity quickly. Although the villain didn’t seem to be injured, it was pretty clear that something was wrong.
They’re barely eating anything. They’re not sleeping. The hero supposed it was their duty as a protector of the people to help whenever they’d been asked to help. And, hell, something in the henchman’s voice had really punched them in the throat this time.
Of course, they had noticed the villain’s decreasing activities. But they had never thought it was this bad.
“Hey,” the hero tried softly. The villain was still sitting there on the couch, staring at nothing. They didn’t acknowledge the hero in the slightest.
The hero looked around. The lair was relatively clean, but they supposed the villain wasn’t the one behind maintaining it.
Usually, their nemesis was rather playful and chaotic. Flirting, taunting, smirking - it was almost part of their strategy and now that there was nothing, the hero wasn’t quite sure if their nemesis was even sitting in front of them.
“I am starting to miss you,” the hero said. Still nothing.
Eventually, the hero decided to let themselves drop next to the villain and they leaned back, resting against the designer furniture.
“What are you doing?” the villain asked. Their voice was raspy.
“I think you need someone next to you right now,” the hero said.
“Because someone else told you so?” They still didn’t look at the hero, but the hero stared at them.
“You know I make my own decisions,” the hero said. They looked down at their own hands. Why were they feeling anxious? The villain was by no means a threat right now.
They closed their eyes, concentrating on the villain instead of their own conflicting feelings.
This was definitely serious. People didn’t stop eating for no reason.
“I’m fine,” the villain said, as if they had read the hero’s mind.
“I beg to differ.”
“I-” The villain turned towards them and the hero truly saw how terribly lifeless their eyes looked.
“If your guys start calling me, it’s pretty bad,” the hero said. “And I want to be honest…it looks pretty bad. If talking is not an option, that’s fine. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
They stared at each other. And the hero couldn’t help but stare at those red eyes, those dark circles under them. Where was that annoying smirk? Those stupid comments?
Why was the hero’s heart sinking so rapidly?
A month ago, everything had been fine. Then, the hero had left for a mission and when they’d come back, they hadn’t seen the villain anymore. Up until now.
The villain reached for the hero and gently pushed a loose stray out of their sight.
“I didn’t think you’d care.”
“I…” the hero stared at the ground, suddenly embarrassed. They supposed they had felt lonely without fighting the villain. They had thought they’d come back eventually. But the villain looked like they needed weeks to recover, maybe even months. Their voice was quiet. “…you know I care. You know that.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t really get a say in that, I suppose,” the hero said. Sometimes they wished they didn’t care. It would make their job certainly easier.
Both of them were quiet now and the hero folded their hands in their lap.
Why was it, that the hero had instantly reached for their jacket when the henchman had called? Why was it that they had sprinted to the door?
Was it truly because of the henchman’s broken voice? Or was it because of what they had said. They’re barely eating anything. They’re not sleeping.
Why did the hero care that much?
The hero was so worried they felt like throwing up. They took in a deep breath, ready to say something, but the villain was quicker.
“My mother died two weeks ago,” they said.
Oh.
The hero swallowed.
“The funeral was a few days ago and, I…yeah, I don’t think I’m taking it that well.” They looked at the hero again. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered. “I know what that feels like.”
“Does it ever get better?” the villain asked. “Or is it just this continuous cycle of pain and sorrow?”
The hero bit the inside of their cheek, thinking briefly.
“…you know, grief isn’t really an emotion. There’s a lot in there. Anger. Frustration. Guilt. Anxiety. That’s like 50% of it, I’d say,” the hero said.
“And the other half?” the villain asked.
“Unfortunately, the other half is love. So, technically, you never really stop grieving when someone you love dies.” They paused, digging fingernails into their own skin. “With time grief will start to look different, though. It’ll get easier because those 50% of all the other emotions will be slowly replaced by the love part.”
The hero looked at their nemesis.
“Being loved is the closest thing we have to immortality. As long as someone loves you, you’re never really gone. So, I think you should let all those emotions happen to you. You should talk about her, remember her. But I don’t think you should be alone, I don’t think you should allow yourself to decay.”
The villain’s eyes were still on them. The hero couldn’t read their mood, but they felt like their words had some weight.
The villain stared down at the harsh, crisscrossing scars marring their arms. The hero stared at them, too, horrified. The hero tentatively reached out and took the villain’s arm in their hands.
“Who. . .who did this to you?” The hero asked.
“Me, mostly,” the villain said. “I’m pretty clumsy. Did I tell you about that time I fell onto a pile of knives?”
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