When a weekend trip to a remote winter lodge turns into a waking nightmare, (Y/n) finds herself stranded in a snow-choked wilderness with something inhuman picking off her friends one by one. As trust crumbles and paranoia spreads, betrayal cuts deeper than any claws ever could. Left for dead and stalked by a creature that wears the faces of the people it kills, (Y/n) has no choice but to rely on the very monster that tore her life apart. What begins as a fragile, uneasy truce twists into something far darker and far more possessive. Because the thing in the woods isn't just hunting her anymore. It's learning. And it's never letting her go. #1 in #skinwalker #1 in #gore #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #disturbed #1 in #possession #1 in #survival #1 in #yandere #1 in #infatuation #1 in #horror #1 in #sadist #1 in #forcedlove #1 in #reader #1 in #violence #1 in #violent #1 in #protective #1 in #stockholm

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ (Harry Potter x Fem! Reader) ❝ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬. ❞ ϟ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬... - Swearing - No smut - Mostly fluff - Books-based storyline - A sprinkle of Draco Malfoy ϟ *I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER* STARTED: 18.09.20 FINISHED: 25.10.21

Based on movie the Goldfinch, maybe there will be some details from book. Or my own. Texas empty, hot and boring state. Who would want move there...? Nobody! But what if she meet there friends, love and totally new people, will this change her mind..? ___________________________________________ "Come on take this.." "No, Boris..I don't have a mood right now" "ты чертовски скучен" "What did you say...?" "Nothing" "Boris I swear I'm gonna kill youuu" ___________________________________________ Boris x fem!reader

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. --- A juxtaposition, you were to him. As the teenage world - high school - seemed to collapse under the pressures of social groups and conforming to the image one presented, you were more than one-dimensional than many assumed. You stood in the spotlight that everyone assumed you wanted, whilst he could only linger by the sidelines, a quiet observer to whom you never expected to find such comfort with. Yet the further you sink into the hole of his life, the nuance he had and how eccentric he seemed, would you grow more and more desensitised to the worst he could show, as the horrors of his mind would lay bare by the simple factor of his infatuation. ---

(george weasley x reader) raison d'être: (n) a reason for existing For the witches and wizards of Hogwarts, "spells" were those cast by wands crafted from ancient trees and magical creatures. For George Weasley, however, "spells" were the trances he'd enter any time Y/N L/N looked in his direction. <><><><><> Story Notes: • actual story starts in their 3rd year • (kind of) follows original plot • he fell first, she fell harder (but like lowkey he prob fell harder) A/N: In honor of everyone reminiscing over DracoTok and Fall 2020, I'm editing and completing an old drafted story.