#<<< Midnight your ominous warnings are not unnoticed

[luckyyyduckyyy]

Midnight I just got back to my dorm and this is the first thing I see you got me crying at the club 😭😭😭 /positive

I love the little Fashion goober I'm so happy you got his little heart eye in there UAAAA-💥❤️❤️✨💥💥✨💥

Also DANG you actually got Ping's and Caz's style down really well!!! I was able to tell you got inspired from them just at a glance!

I feel like by the last 3 days you really picked up on some stuff and made your own style feel more practiced and lines more intentional. Comparing Day 21 to your first days already feels like a good jump has occurred! Proud of you for sticking to it so far, it looks to be working out well! ^^

9 days to go soldier! Good luck out there o7

Week 3! But WHAT'S THIS?? WHO ARE THESE HANDSOME FELLAS???

Why, they're none other than some of my beloved mutuals versions of Sun! Or at the very least, attempts at them!

Yapping and links to the mutuals and their aus below the cut :)

**also you should click for better quality**

Something important that I remembered recently was what advice I got from watching Bob Ross paint (yes I do bob ross paintings in my free time, moving on) which is that when you're following someone else's process, you're not trying to copy them, but rather emulate them and learn the fundamentals while do so.

It's how I'm now able to do paintings in 'bob ross style' without following a tutorial bc i learned the basics first and foremost. And besides being my moots (who I think are so cool and amazing) I chose these 4 designs specifically because of how distinct their styles are and how each ends up with very pretty end results regardless.

So that's how we ended up with the last three drawings of the week, which are me trying to figure out a more lax sketch/doodle style (Day 20), a very detailed style for more 'finished' pieces (Day 21), and lastly somewhere in between (Day 19).

I've seen a lot of growth in myself while going through this challenge, both in my art and in my confidence towards it, and I'm excited to finish out this next week. Who knows, might see a few other familar faces mixed in :)

As for my lovely moots, if you haven't already you should go check them out! They all make very great content. Hope I did y'all justice with these! Stared at your art for hours and simultaneously had a TON of fun drawing your versions of the boy ^-^

In Order of Appearence:

Eclipsed By You (EBY) Sun - @ping-ski

All Bark No Bite Sun - @cazbats

Fashion/Model Au Sun - @luckyyyduckyyy

Solar Takeoff/Ride Operator Au Sun - @fishm0ther

[kingkatsuki]

hi lady 👀 how do you feel about villian!shindou? hear me out - he can be fighting pro-hero!reader or maybe just a civilian, he overpowers her and either takes her right there in public or maybe a back alley and gives her a good dick down 💦

Warnings: non-con/dub-con.

You already regret choosing to not wearing a coat today, the wind howling as you'd left the movie theatre. The clouds looked ominous as you prayed that you’d be able to make it home before the rain. You’d just about managed to get tickets for the All Might: The Legacy movie that was now showing, the only available screening left had been the midnight viewing. Tickets had sold out in record time and while you weren't even the biggest All Might fan your favourite Pro-Hero Ground Zero was a big part of the film. You'd proudly worn your official Ground Zero shirt, a large print of his face on the front with his logo in the corner. Hugging your arms around your chest you began to try and increase your pace, hoping that the brisk walk would warm your body up enough.

"What are you doing out all by yourself at this time?" You heard a voice, the sound catching you by surprise as you stopped, your arms tightening around your form as you stared up at the dark haired man in front of you, "You know it's not safe at night."

"I was just going home," You made to step around the man, trying to hide your fear. Your heart beating loud in your chest as you avoided eyecontact. His large palm coming out to trap you between his thick body and the window of a shop.

"What's the rush?" His eyes roamed your exposed skin, taking in the sight of the shirt you were wearing, "Little Ground Zero fan, huh? What's so special about that prick?"

"He's my favourite Hero." You murmured, goosebumps raising against your skin as his hands trailed along your exposed arms.

"Aw, is he?" The man sounded condescending as he pointed a finger, trailing it along the shape of Ground Zero's face against the shirt, his fingertips grazing your breasts as he mapped out the image, your body began to betray you as your nipples pebbled against the fabric, the sight not going unnoticed by the man.

"Don't." You tried to slap his hand away, his lips curving into a snarl as his large palm wrapped around your neck, pressing you harder against the cold glass of the shop entrance as his breath fanned your face, his nose almost touching your own as he held you tight.

"Whatcha going to do about it, sweetheart? You're the one walking around in the early hours wearing next to nothing." His lips brushed against yours, almost gently as you felt him rut his hips against you, his hard cock pressing against your stomach, "Practically asking for it."

"I'll scream." You countered, the city was practically deserted at this hour, but someone had to hear you.

"Do it, sweetheart. You really think someone is going to come and save you now? Think lil Ground Zero gives a fuck about you?" His hand tightened against your jugular while the other slipped down your body, grabbing your breast through the shirt before sliding lower, slipping underneath the skirt you wore.

"Let's test that theory, hm? You call out for Ground fuckin' Zero and we'll see how long it takes him to come, yeah?" His fingers met the crotch of your panties as he began to press against your clit, low vibrations surging through your core.

"Cause I assure you, Princess. You'll be coming first."

[soaimagines]

small worlds

an EZ Reyes Fanfiction

Chapter One

Pairing: Eventual Ez Reyes x Ilana Ortiz (OC)

Summary: When Ilana Ortiz left Charming she never thought she would be wrapped up in the life of another motorcycle club. But when she runs into an old friend she finds she’s already in deeper than she thought.

OR  Juice’s little sister falls for a Mayan

Word Count: 2238

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of grief, trash writing? 18+ as always, soa spoilers? i guess. 

Authors Note: I’ve had this idea for a while now and I’ve finally written it. Thank you as always to my sweet friend @juniperjane for being my beta and reading through the dozens of drafts i sent u. u da bomb  

Disclaimer: i do not speak espanol, and try to use it sparingly and respectfully. if i have failed to do so please let me know, i mean no offense.

Tags: @minnicelli • @ifoundmyhappythought • @noz4a2 • @svintsandghosts • @rebel-without-cause-x • @i-shouldbepainting • @lady-pswrld • @spookys-girl • @multiyfandomgirl40 • @gemini0410 • @starrynite7114 7• @everyhowlmarksthedead

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There was always something slightly ominous about a gas station at midnight. A place that was usually hustling with travellers stocking up, refueling their tanks and heading off in search of their own adventures. But as the light of the day was replaced with the unrelenting darkness of night, Ilana Ortiz found herself alone, as she often did. She raised her hand, stifling a yawn as her gaze flickered to the petrol pump, eyeing the numbers as they rose. The hum of the pump pouring petrol into the tank of her car sputtered to a stop and she lifted the nozzle, shaking off the remains before returning it to the hook.

In the distance she heard them. Steadily growing louder as they approached. She knew the sound all too well, once the soundtrack of days spent in happiness all those years ago. The thunderous drone approached and she closed her eyes, basking in the memories that flooded her. Crashing into her mind like waves, dragging her out into the deep. Her fingers grasped the locket hanging around her neck and she took a deep breath as she opened her eyes. The breeze shifted, blowing a strand of dark hair across her face and she watched as they approached.

Half a dozen motorcycles, most of them low riders, spread out in a staggered formation as they thundered down the highway, with only the open road laid bare before them. One by one they sped past her, and Lana couldn’t help but think of them as ghosts from her past, the faces that would be forever etched into her memory haunting those of the strangers that rode before her now. The darkness of night hindered her ability to make out the patches on the riders backs, but they were there, their presence ever looming.

There was once a time where the presence of a motorcycle club had been a welcoming sight, surrounding her with a feeling of warmth and belonging, rather than the emotional sorrow that she felt deep in her soul. But those times were just memories now, chapters in a dark and lonely book that she didn’t have the strength to read again and so she closed it tight and left it to gather dust.

It took a few months for Ilana to settle into Santo Padre. Slowly, the shelves in her small apartment were filled with various ornaments that she gathered from local market stalls and thrift stores. While it was far from the apartment of Lana's dreams, it was affordable and in a reasonably good neighbourhood, and for now, at least, it was home.

She didn't have a lot of personal possessions, had never been one for materialistic items. There were only two things that she took with her wherever she went. The first, was the locket around her neck. Inside lived a black and white photo of her late mother, wearing a smile that had been passed on to her children. The second was a photograph, its edges frayed and worn. In it stood two siblings, matching smiles on their youthful faces as they stood beside each other, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Juan Carlos and Ilana Rose Ortiz.

For as long as she could remember it had been the two of them. After their mother passed away they only really had each other and when Juan had decided to leave Queens and move to California, Ilana had been right by his side.

There was something about the small town of Charming, and the people that lived there that beckoned to the Ortiz siblings. And it was there that they made a home. Ilana found a job doing admin work at the local hospital, whilst Juice worked at the local garage.

After a few months he had told her he was prospecting for the Sons Of Anarchy, and she hadn’t exactly been thrilled. It was a dangerous lifestyle, and she couldn’t lose the only person she had left in this world. Juan had tried to put her mind at ease. He told her they would be safe, that they would look out for him and he would look out for them. He told her they would be happy here. And they were, for a while.

Slowly this band of misfits and outlaws truly did become family, a concept that had once felt so foreign. They finally belonged somewhere, and they were finally happy. But nothing lasts forever.

She couldn't quite pinpoint the moment things went wrong. But something changed when the Sons of Anarchy did their fourteen month stint in Stockton State Penitentiary. Things were changing, and none of them could have predicted just how dark things would turn.

Soon, the club that had once seemed so solid, so welcoming, turned into something dark and bitter and it fell apart at the seams. The binds that tied them were thick with betrayal and mistrust and she could only watch as one by one they fell like dominoes.

Whilst Ilana had spent years in Charming, she never pretended to know all the ins and outs of the club's business. Nor did she want to know. She knew there were rules, and ways in which certain things had to be handled. But above all else, she knew her brother. And she knew he didn't deserve what happened to him.

After the loss of her brother, Ilana spent a long time in that first stage of grief. In denial that this world could be so horribly cruel. Everything she had ever known had been ripped from her and she didn't know what she was supposed to do next; The town was too small for all the ghosts that lived in it and everywhere she looked, she saw death and pain. Memories of once joyful times turned to rot. And so she left.

She spent the next few years travelling, never staying in one place too long. To some people it may have looked like she was running away from her pain and those people weren't wrong. But Ilana liked to think of herself as an explorer, living out the adventures she had read about in the books of her childhood.

Eventually she grew weary of living out of her suitcase, and she found herself homesick, yearning for a home that no longer existed. She found solace in the sunshine state, and when a job opportunity presented itself in Southern California she took it. She found herself an apartment, albeit a rather shitty one, but it was somewhere to live nonetheless and Ilana found comfort in having a consistent income and a familiar place to lay her head.

Ilana smiled at the market stall vendors as she passed them by, gazing over the varieties of fresh produce they displayed so vibrantly. She purchased a selection of vegetables and fruit, slowly filling the woven basket in her hands. A display of fresh mangoes caught her gaze and she looked them over, picking out the ones she would buy.

“Miss Ilana?”

At the mention of her name, she turned.

“Chucky?”

Chuck Marstein wasn’t a face that was easily forgotten. Although, it was probably more to do with his distinct lack of fingers and his mechanical hands than his actual face, which was often apprehensive.

Four years had passed since they had seen each other, and he was aware that the way in which they were once acquainted had been the root of her sorrow. He looked at her nervously, as if he expected anger from her. But that anger he had grown to expect from people didn’t exist in Lana, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Chucky!” The grin on her face matched his, her eyes sparkling with the threat of tears. “What are you doing here! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Since your brother's funeral.” He nodded.

Lana nodded along with him, finding slight amusement in Chuckys lack of filter. Most people tip-toed around the mention of her brother, but not him.

“You left Charming?”

“Si,” The sadness that flashed in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. But Lana knew all too well that things in that small town, and in that life, were often complex, and now wasn’t the time to pry.

“But you’re okay?” Lana asked softly. “You’re working?”

“Si, mamacita.Romero Brothers Scrap and Salvage yard. I am always working hard” He rolled his ‘r’s excessively and Lana smiled at the familiar rhyming, as if his sentence was his own catchphrase.

“And what are you doing here?”

“I got a job doing admin work in town. It's not much, but it pays the bills.”

His phone rang out loudly, and Chucky flashed her a look of apology.

“Yello?”

Ilana hid her smile as he answered the call, looking away to give him some privacy. They had been close once, back in Charming. She had spent a lot of time at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, helping out Gemma in the office as she needed it. More often than not she was paired with Chucky to run errands, and she had enjoyed getting to know him. He was quirky, in many ways, but he was a kind soul and all he really wanted was to belong, something which resonated with Ilana.

“Absolutamante,” He said, and ended the call.

“I have to go, Miss Lana. Duty calls.”

Lana nodded understandably and held out her hand. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in it.”

He nodded, handing the device over and watching as her fingers tapped at the screen.

“Give me a call when you’re free and we can get dinner or something. Catch up, properly.”

“Really?” He asked, in genuine disbelief. “You would want to?”

Lana smiled at him. “Of course, Chucky. You’ve always been one of my best friends.”

The smile that spread over his face was like that of a child on Christmas morning and Lana couldn’t help but beam back at him, her heart warming.

“I will call you, for dinner.”

“I look forward to it, Chucky.”

It wasn’t long before Ilana heard from Chucky again.

In fact it was only that same afternoon that her phone had rung and his voice was on the other end of the line. She was glad to hear from him, albeit a lot sooner than she had anticipated, but she invited him to her apartment for dinner nonetheless.

She was already out in town, and after spotting a sign that read ‘Carniceria Reyes’, she decided to pick up something to cook. With a glance in each direction she jogged across the road before entering the shop.

It was nearing closing time, and Ilana could see that most of the meat had been packed away, or purchased already. Her eyes scanned what was left on offer as her mind ticked over what she could cook, her abilities in the kitchen being far from expert.

“What can I get for you?”

Ilana glanced up and smiled warmly at the wizened man behind the counter. His smile was warm and welcoming, though the creases on his forehead told of worries, both past and present and there was a forlorn glaze in his twinkling eyes.

“Hi, I’ll just take a couple of those steaks, please?”

The man nodded and slid open the window at the back of the counter.

“How’s your day been?” Ilana made conversation as she glanced around the small store.

Her gaze fell on a selection of books and she smiled as she walked over to them.

He cleared his throat. “It’s been good, busy.” The man said as he packaged the meat. He watched her curiously as she studied the old books, and the delicate way in which she traced her fingers over the titles.

“Are these all yours?” She asked, as she carefully lifted a worn copy of Alejandra Pizarnik’s poetry. It had been well loved, made obvious by the creases on the cover, and the yellowed, dog eared pages.

“Most of them belonged to my wife.”

Ilana smiled as she studied the inscription scrawled inside the cover. It was in español, which she couldn’t read despite her Puerto Rican heritage, but she always found something magical in old books, especially those with messages of love or well wishes written inside the cover.

“She has quite a collection.”

The man smiled and nodded towards the book in her hands. “You’re welcome to borrow it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“Please,” He smiled at her. “They should be read, not left here to gather dust and the smell of meat.”

Ilana laughed lightly and nodded, slipping the book carefully into her bag. “Thank you, uh?”

“Felipe.”

Her purchases were ready now, wrapped carefully in brown paper and he placed them on top of the counter.

“Thank you, Felipe.” She smiled as she handed him some cash. “I’m Ilana.”

“Please, keep the change.” She lifted the parcel in her hands as she headed to the door. “It was nice to meat you.”

Felipe chuckled and waved as she walked out of the shop, shaking his head at the interaction.

“Who was that?”

Felipe looked up to see his son EZ, the same smile on his face as he wore on his own, stepping out from the shadows.

“New customer.” Felipe said as he walked to the door and flipped the ‘open’ sign to closed. “Cmon, Jimenez will be here soon.”

Masterlist

[black-is-beautiful18]

Stone Cold-Prologue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!OC

Warnings: mentions of guys being jerks

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"Oh Gabriel! Come out and play!" A voice rich and smooth like honey calls out causing the terrified man, using the tree he's in as shelter, to nearly faint from how hard and fast his heart palpitates in his chest. The night had started out fine. He and his date had gone out for dinner, had gone for a walk in the park, and then sat in his car for a bit enjoying each other's company.

Her name was Dawn, and man was she beautiful. Flowing red hair like fire and green eyes that seemed to pierce your very soul. She had curves in all the right places and also had a very witty sense of humor that seemed to pull him right in. Again, everything had started out fine....Until Gabriel didn't know how to take no for an answer.

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Flashback

"I said no! The night was going just fine! Why'd you have to go and ruin it?!" Dawn demands glaring at her date her hair disheavled and her red lipstick now smudged. They had been getting along marvelously until he had tried to touch her without her permission." You're just like every other guy I've met! You want nothing but sex!" Not liking the fact that he was being denied a moment of pleasure, Gabriel tried to force himself on Dawn grabbing a hold of her hair causing her to react by punching him. As he recoiled in pain, she hopped out of the car and made a run for it glad that she had changed out of her heels.

"Dawn, wait! Come back!" Gabriel runs after her knowing that if he doesn't do something, she could cost him everything. He was a star athlete after all. The star and captain of his of his football team. He had a chance to go pro, but if word somehow got back to his coach that he forced himself upon some poor girl he'd never hear the end of it from anyone.

While running Dawn collided with three women who seemed to be going for a midnight stroll as well. Collecting themselves, the women look at her curiously." Are you alright?" The one in the middle asks her hazel eyes filled with worry. Panting, Dawn looks at the three women who glance at each other before looking back at her." Come on honey. Let's get you out of here. You shouldn't be here by yourself."

After explaining what had happened to the women, they had promised to take her home." I'm Stheno." The one with red hair says with a soft smile. She looks to be the oldest, but she couldn't be a day over 25. The one in the middle hugs Dawn startling her, but she doesn't mind." I'm Euryale!" She introduces herself with enthusiasm causing everyone in the little group to laugh." And I'm Medusa." The one on the end says offering a kind smile.

Dawn had hoped that Gabriel would have simply gone home, but when he catches up to her she can't help but cower at the sight of him. Noticing this, Stheno and Euryale hide her behind them. " Can we help you?" Medusa asks as a soft hiss fills the air. Putting his hand out, Gabriel ignores her." Come on Dawn. I'm sorry. Let me take you home." Narrowing her eyes, Medusa takes a step forward." Stheno? Euryale? Escort Dawn home please. Make sure that she is ok before you leave. I'll take care of him."

Understanding what they're sister is saying, they quickly lead Dawn away who can't seem to stop thanking them for their help. Medusa looks over the young man before smirking." Let's play a game." Gabriel glares at her with hatred." Yeah, no thanks." As he moved to walk past her planning on going after the three women who are getting further and further away, Medusa grabs his arm." I wasn't asking." She growls as she pushes him back her fangs glinting in the moonlight, and they definitely don't go unnoticed by Gabriel, who fails to realize that he is in danger.

"What are you? Some kind of freak?" He demands before laughing." It's a bit early for Halloween lady.'' Medusa smiles letting out an ominous chuckle." Oh this is going to be so much fun." She says as a a golden bow appears in her hand." Whoa! Hey!" Gabriel cries out in fear as she draws back the string an arrow appearing." You want to live? I suggest you run." Not even asking questions, Gabriel takes off running in the other direction a chill going down his spine at the sound of a shrill laugh and the sudden beat of wings.

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Now here he is. Stuck in a tree with nowhere to go because some psycho is trying to kill him. Gabriel's body trembles as he looks down no longer hearing the crazy woman with the bow. Leaping down from the branch, Gabriel wastes no time before taking off back in the direction of his car. If he'd had his phone he'd be able to call for help, but even then he's sure he'd be caught.

As he runs Gabriel hears loud hisses and looks to his right letting out a scream of terror as he sees what should only be possible in horror movies. A winged creature with the body of a woman and a head full of black snakes instead of hair, running alongside him. This catches him off guard and causes him to trip over the root of a tree.

Laughter surrounds him and he powers closing his eyes tightly. Gabriel wasn't stupid. This creature may have had wings, but the head full of snakes was a dead give away. He'd managed to piss off a creature thousands of years old." Tks tsk. I thought you were gonna last longer than that." Medusa says clearly disappointed before pulling Gabriel to his feet by his hair.

Noticing how he cowers and keeps his eyes closed, Medusa chuckles clearly amused." You know who I am. Why don't you look me in the eye hmm? Wouldn't that be much better than letting my babies eat those pretty blue eyes of yours?" She whispers as the snakes that make up her hair playfully nip at his face causing him to whimper.

" She won't miss you. Not after what you've done. You know a crime like that must be punished. Why don't you take just a quick look? It won't hurt a bit." Gabriel's face softens at the sound of Medusa's voice. It's as if she were talking to a child. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just take a peek?

Slowly, Gabriel's eyes open meeting amber reptilian eyes." Gotcha." Medusa says triumphantly as her snakes hiss loudly their eyes glowing brightly as they draw back as if preparing to strike. Gabriel tries to cover his face, but it's already too late. His body begins to turn to stone, his eyes wide in a mix of awe and terror. Yet another man has fallen victim to Medusa's stare. There had been plenty of the centuries.

Looking over her latest work of art, Medusa smiles her features slowly returning to normal." Goodbye Gabriel." She says amused before walking away proud of her handiwork. Oh how she loved what she did.

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A/N: Hi! I'm nervous about this first part, but here it goes!

@stars8melanin @suz-123 @ch-llmonger @cosmicmelaninflower

[captiancap]

I notice you (pt.1)

You were never the type of person to draw attention. In a way you were thankful for that. You hated confrontation and any kind of negativity thrown your way. But at times you silently wished you stood out more.

Alot of things about you were average or easy to look over. You blended in with the crowd even if sometimes you dispised said 'crowd'. When on the bus you looked down at your phone, like everyone else. When buying food you smiled but hoped inside that the interaction would cease, like everyone else.

It got to the point where you would get random bouts of sadness and think of nothing but how painfully average you were. You would leave this world one day and be forgotten. Like so many other average people. You where just a face. No body knew you. No body bothers to know you.

You cried that night. Plauged by thoughts of what would happen after you were gone, how nothing you did or will do matters, how you'll just be forgotten. Forgotten and people will move on. Would anyone even come to your funeral? Would they bother or just put you in the dirt then and there?

Eventually you slept, tears long gone and only a dried stain on your cheeks. No dreams came to you that night. As if they two didn't want to bother with someone as forgettable as you.

You awoke a few minutes before your alarm. As usual. You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, fixed your hair. As usual. When you came back the alarm was blaring and you shut it off. Something caught your eye as you pulled your hand back.

On your dresser, under the lamp, was a folded piece of paper. It looked like one from the pad on the fridge you use when writing down groceries. You would have just left it alone, go one with your day as you usually do, but this was something different.

A break in the routine, something new, something that happened to you. Of all people. It was foolish to feel so special about a piece of paper but you couldn't help your heart thumping as you took it from under the lamp. You were expecting something underwhelming oh, perhaps a note you had left for yourself to remember to get something.

You stared down at the messy, downward slopping writing. Confusion turned to warning lights that flashed in your mind. Written on the color paper with what looked like charcoal was a simple sentace.

'I like the way you brush your hair'

It was unnerving to say the least. You put the paper back down and decided that maybe doing the usual was okay as long as it wasn't creepy. And so you returned to your routine, heading off to work after a sorry excuse of a breakfast.

You were expecting to forget about the note but for some reason you could not. It had shaken you to the point where you spoke less than you already did while you worked. You contemplated calling the police but decided against it. Why? Well, you kind of wanted to see if it would go any further.

You weren't an idiot by any means, oh no. You knew when you were in danger and would react accordingly. But the acknowledgement of something as mundane as a morning routine make something spark in you along with the fear.

You arrived home that evening and acted normal. You made yourself a, admittedly not the most healthy, dinner and watched some TV while scrolling through your phone. You skipped your shower that day and went to bed early, still scrolling through your phone till falling asleep around midnight.

The next day you actually awoke to the sound of your alarm. You got up and began your day. Teeth, hair, clothes, food, bus, work, bus, home. Stepping inside you heard what sounded like a cat scuttling on the wooden floor. You checked around after setting down your work bag if any animal had wandered inside through a window or something.

You found no evidence of an animal, nor a way for them to get in. Chocking it up to imagination and a abnormally exhausting day at work you continued on with the dull pattern of your home life.

It wasn't until you were ready to head to bed that you noticed a new piece of paper under the lamp. That's right, you didn't check this morning because there was no reason to, you had already shut off the alarm. You picked up the paper and read the chicken scratch that tried to be words.

'Buy juice'

Your heart sank a bit at the message. You had just bought juice. You laid the paper aside and tried to sleep though curiosity kept kicking you. Had you bought juice?

Eventually it had become annoying and you went to the kitchen, turning on all the lights on your way, and looked in the fridge. Everything was in place. Except...

There was an opening in the middle shelf where you would normally put large liquid containers. Oh, you hadn't bought juice. You barely thought about it, for some reason it just slipped your mind, but... Someone noticed it.

It continued like this for awhile. Two weeks maybe. You going about your business, stopping every morning to check the new note left under the lamp.

Most of the time it was slightly ominous compliments, 'You look nice in orange' 'Your finger tips are soft', and other times it was friendly reminders, 'Shampoo is out' 'Move brown chair to curb'.

Sometimes, after nights like the first one where you would cry over nothing, the message would be longer and have a small smiley face at the end. The sense of danger slipped away. It was only friendly.

On the bus ride home from work one day you decided to play a sort of game. You switched your order of doing things when you arrived home. You took a shower first, then prepared a early dinner and then went straight to bed. You still were on your phone for a good 5 hours.

When you woke up the next morning you immediately looked under the lamp. It was half torn and not folded, as if taken and placed in a hurry. It was different from the other notes. It had a smiley face at the end even though you don't recall crying last night.

'I saw that :)'

Something swelled in your chest. It did notice you. You quickly started playing the game more often. You would try new things, do old things differently, hell you even started taking up drawing so you could shake up your schedule.

Every morning you were greeted with a new message.

'Thought you only showerd at night'

'Try coloring the next one'

'Never seen that before :)'

Eventually it started playing too. At first you were scared when you didn't see a paper under the lamp in the morning but we're reilived to see it on the counter in the kitchen.

'Got you! :) also need more paper'

You bought several note pads when you went shopping that night.

Over the course of a month you stopped feeling so lonely and unnoticed. The messages got longer and were placed all over your home. Tapped to your bag wishing you luck on your presentation that day, in the fridge reminding you that vegetables were an important food group ( accompanied by a little ':P' at the end). It felt good.

One day after a particularly easy work shift you came home and alsmost stepped on a notebook that was set right infront of the door. You eagerly sat down on the couch and began to read. It was a bit hard to decipher some parts as they had been crossed out or written over several times.

In the front of the book were hundreds of short messages. As you flipped through and read they became longer. Phrases coming together to form sentences and those sentences wove into paragraphs. It came to the ponit where one 'note' was five pages long. Front and back filled with, slightly better, dark handwriting.

It talked about how it always watched you, loved to do so as well. That when you started reading it's notes that it felt acknowledged. It had been to scared to ever make contact but it yearned to hold you when you cried that first night. That night that started this all.

It talked about how it wanted you to brush it's hair the way you do your own. How it would be so fun to sit with you and watch TV, it didn't matter what was on, it just wanted to sit with you.

It wanted you to see it. So badly. It wanted nothing more than for your eyes to land on it one night in the dark. Have you see it in all it's horrific glory. But it was scared.

Scared to lose the only friend it had. The person who made it feel like it was real. It admitted on the last page that as much as it wanted for you and it to be closer that it didn't want to risk you pulling away.

That night, you weren't the one that cried. A somber groan could be heard echoing through the hallway early in the morning. Little did it know that when it went to leave you it's morning message that there was already one waiting.

Sharp, charcoal stained claws carefully slid the paper from under the lamp. It unfolded the note and bristled with an emotion rarely felt by it's kind. It's large head snapped in your direction, wild hair swinging violently. It backed up, trying to shrink away as the human starred, phone out and the light facing it.

"... Wow..." Was all you could make out. And that's all it heard before dashing into a corner and vanishing from site. You were shocked, yes, but you weren't disgusted. Fearful that you had scared your giant friend off you walked over to the dark corner.

You shined your light towards it but all that appeared was wall. You had a thought and quickly turned your phone off. If you squinted you could see the faintest outline of something just a bit too dark to be shadow. You reached forward and it shifted away from you.

You could have sworn you heard a broken, deep, cry that sounded like the word 'dont'. You were about to press forward anyway when your alarm went off.

And thus your day began.