Starting To Write The Second Part While Trying To Translate Another One Of My Pending Shots .

Starting to write the second part while trying to translate another one of my pending shots 🥲.

Fake it till you make it | Steve Harrington, The Singer.

Warnings: Modern!Band! AU, Manager! Reader, Fake marriage.

Steve Harrington, the lead singer of Midnight, has decided to announce his engagement to his mysterious girlfriend, the problem? The girl disappeared overnight with the excuse that the public pressure was too big. Steve, nervous about causing a scandal affecting the band, turns to his new manager, who he begs for a solution to the problem, and what better way to keep the press under control than to pose as his fiancée?

"I beg your pardon?" muttered Steve with wide eyes, staring at the contract in front of him.

You sighed, taking a sip of your bitter coffee, knowing deep down that something like this could happen.

"I thought I said it clear, but I'll say it again" you set the coffee cup down on the table, your gaze fixed on Steve's dark eyes, "my proposal to solve your unnecessary drama is that we get married, you can think about it, but remember we have time on our hands."

"But..."

"I remind you that you were the one who brought the issue to light, Steven" you took a pencil out of your pocket, putting it down in front of him decisively, "and you asked me for a solution, here it is, do you accept?"

(The light blue ones are seen from your point of view, the black ones are narrated from Steve's point of view) this story was made for 1 year and a half (it was 36 chapters plus the epilogue and the prologue, but for extension reasons I agreed). After the epilogue there will be a description of the character that is with Steve and her name (this is because in the other parts of Midnight series the character appears and could be confused with the reader of that story) anyway, I will avoid as much as possible the important physical descriptions like skin color, eyes, hair, etc.

Prologue | The deal day.

December - January | Learning to live with you.

February - March | Heated kisses and camouflaged feelings.

April - May | The weight of loving you.

June - July | Legal loopholes.

August - September | Bonds beyond a piece of paper.

October - November | Deadline, will you sign the contract again?

Epilogue | A future by your side.

Midnight Masterlist.

I want, I need

Neighbors to Lovers Prompts

The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

One neighbor is an actor, playing out dramatic scenes, but the walls are so thin that their neighbor thinks they are in trouble and tries to rescue them.

This cute person runs around the neighborhood every morning and their neighbor has a crush on them and decides to start going on runs themself.

Their neighbor's dog has an obsession with them, even if they are in a different part of town, suddenly this big fluffy thing is coming up, trying to lick their face.

Construction workers dug up a bomb that didn't go off in the world war, which means that everyone has to evacuate their buildings and spent the night in a school gym. That gives them the chance to get to know their neighbors better.

They asked their neighbor to water their plants while they were gone and the neighbor keeps sending them selfies of them with the plants, and when they come back the plants look much healthier than before.

When they are having a barbecue in their garden with their friends and family, it only feels right to invite the new neighbor over.

One of them getting a new dog, leads to two neighbors going on walks with their dogs twice a day together.

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Emmy's Summer Mix 1

missing summer? revisit it.

Lemon Over Ice

Slick Like Summer (The Explicit Version)

Five New Freckles

Baby, Honey

Summer Skin

Summer Night Lights

Night Call

Slow Motion Love Potion

Full Of It (The Explicit Version)

Sunlight and Strawberries

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.  (  nsfw.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

[  BUTT  ]  *  your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [  SIXTY-NINE  ]  *  our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [  MOUTH  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [  LICK  ]  *  my muse eats your muse out. [  THRUST  ]  *  your muse penetrates my muse. [  HAND  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a handjob. [  FINGER  ]  *  my muse starts fingering your muse. [  ORGASM  ]  *  my muse has an orgasm ( during sex, foreplay, etc. ). [  NECK  ]  *  your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [  BREATS  ]  *  your muse massages my muses’ breats. [  BULGE  ]  *  your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [  WAKE UP  ]  *  your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [  UNDRESS  ]  *  your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [  BITE  ]  *  your muse bites my muse. [  FACE  ]  *  my muse rides your muses’ face. [  BEND OVER  ]  *  your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [  SENSUAL  ]  *  our muses have slow, gentle sex. [  ROUGH  ]  *  our muses have rough, hard sex. [  TOUCH  ]  *  your muse feels my muse up. [  TOYS  ]  *  my muse uses a toy on your muse. [  BLINDFOLD  ]  *  our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [  SPREAD  ]  *  your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [  NIPPLE  ]  *  your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [  TICKLE  ]  *  my muse tickles my muse. [  SCRATCH  ]  *  my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [  MARK  ]  *  your muse gives my muse a hickey. [  HAIR  ]  *  your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [  MASTURBATE  ]  *  your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [  ICE  ]  *  your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [  STRADDLE  ]  *  my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [  FOOD  ]  *  our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [  WAX  ]  *  your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [  HANDCUFF  ]  *  your muse handcuffes my muse. [  SOUND  ]  *  your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [  THROAT  ]  *  your muse chokes my muse during sex.

Tbr

𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 — steve harrington.

pairings ; steve harrington x reader

summary ; four times you were oblivious to steve’s signs, and the one time you weren’t.

word count ; 3805

warnings ; steve being a big ol' softie in love, signs being shut down, some feelings of embarrassment [ on steve's side ], eddie being oblivious and robin trying to help steve. fluff fluff fluff

𝐈. the first time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when steve offered you the passenger seat.

it was the middle of summer, sweltering heat along hawkin’s beach and steve had thoroughly enjoyed the day of watching you interact with the kids. his eyes delicately scanning along your sunglass-covered face as you grin and laugh alongside lucas, playing paddled tennis against robin and max by the edge of the water.

the whole time everyone was there, steve was gawking, not listening to a word anyone had to say as he tries to convince himself to do something about the unbearable crush he had on you. “you gotta do something about this,” mike interrupts, cutting off dustin mid-sentence as steve’s heads currently as high as the clouds – watching an angel.

“what do you mean, wheeler?” asks steve, not turning in his position. eddie was unfocused, tongue sticking out his mouth as he tried to effortlessly roll his cigarette, eleven watching him curiously before replying for her boyfriend, “about your crush on y/n.”

he tried to shrug it off, an ‘i don’t know what you mean’ causing the whole group to grunt in reply. everyone knew he was lying, and steve knew they knew. but his love for you came crashing one day and everything made sense to steve all of a sudden, you were the one for him.

steve got into his head quite easily, but nothing compared to when he noticed you in that way. he couldn’t imagine anyone else in that light but you, this whole idea if he was your boyfriend that he had to mentally slap himself – he wasn’t your boyfriend. because he hadn’t gained the confidence to ask you out.

but steve thought that day was different, that he was ready. robin sat down next to him while you sat next to eddie, resting your head tiredly to his shoulder, “i have a plan,” steve had whispered to his best friend.

the group wave nancy and the young teens off, watching as jonathan holds her hand and the kids all chatter, collecting their bikes to ride home from a chilled day at the beach, high off the fun of it all. steve swings the keyring of his car keys around his finger, with purpose, while walking to his car.

you and robin were a few meters behind, giggling and making fun of the way eddie previously fell in the water – hair blocking his eyes while he looked like a kicked puppy. and steve chuckles along, opening the passenger door and turning towards you, here goes nothing.

“y/n-” steve starts but is immediately cut off with a ‘humph’ as eddie jumps onto his back, hands on either of steve’s shoulders with a heavy push and loud howl of laughter upon successfully scaring steve.

“got ya, harrington! god, you should’ve looked at your face! classic!” steve could smell the smoke off his breath, watching eddie who stands in front of him now, glaring while the brunette was far too close to the front passenger seat than steve would like.

you and robin had stopped talking, now watching the interaction unfold with contained grins. “can i sit here or not?” asks eddie, oblivious to the fact that steve was sweating to ask you. unlike everyone else had shared knowing glances the whole day, eddie munson was the complete opposite.

steve stares over at you, ignoring robin’s widely amused eyes and raised eyebrows waiting on her best friend to answer and cover his tracks. but he just sighs, turning back to eddie and nodding defeatedly, “yeah fine, move it.”

“well, thank you for opening the door for me princess, keep doing stuff like this i might get the wrong idea,” steve was unsure how eddie couldn’t see the steam across steve’s face, nearby missing eddie’s clunky foot while slamming the door shut.

once getting in the car, robin leans over to slap the back of eddie’s head, having ruined steve’s plan. while it wasn’t full proof or obvious, robin still felt for steve. the boy has his head against the steering wheel, contemplating his decisions while eddie curses at robin.

“are you okay?” you ask steve in the oh-so-sweet voice you have, the very one he fell in love with and steve sits up, staring at the beach from his parking space, “don’t you just hate it that there’s not an extra seat up here?” asks steve.

eddie pulls a face at steve while robin only shakes her head knowingly at the stream of tries, while you reply, “i mean yeah? they used to have an extra seat in some cars last decade but i’m not sure it was safe, steve.” and steve can only blush while starting his car.

before steve can ask if you’re okay to be dropped off last, in his final attempt, eddie – now the vein of steve’s life – perks up in the seat that was supposed to be yours, “harrington! could you drop me last? i need to stop off at the record place, the new mötley crüe record is finally out.”

steve refrains slamming his head against the steering wheel once more to save an upcoming concussion.

𝐈𝐈. the second time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he asked you to the movies.

one of the hundreds of reasons steve loved you was the fact you worked in a bakery. an added bonus that it was across the street from family video where he worked. it meant you’d spend your lunch break bringing over spare pastries and heavenly good hot chocolate for him and robin.

it was the best part of steve’s shifts, spent behind counter while robin stocked. or vice versa. it was a boring job, but pays well for working with his best friend. so, robin sits on the dirty hard floor by the comedy section, marking off and updating the comedies of the month while steve doodles on the company notebook, not a customer in sight for the monday afternoon.

a large black inked line covers the page when steve looks up, his hand losing itself when he catches the sight of you – paper bag in one hand, a tray of hot drinks in the other, and a hop in your step. steve swoons utterly and entirely, the smile on your face while opening the shop door enough to make steve harrington’s knees weak and heart thumping in his chest.

“y/n,” he whispers, quietly and pathetically when the bell chimes, the door closing behind you. robin’s head peaks from the side of the aisle, waving at you from her spot, “hey y/n, how’s your day been?”

you wave back at her, before your eyes quickly find steve’s once more – shy grins as you walk to the counter he sits at – placing the paper bag filled with pastries upon it. you were so sweet, how did steve find someone so sweet? how could he not love someone so very sweet?

his inner thoughts cut off, “good! mr. barclay came in today, gave me a new movie recommendation.” you are referring to the sweet old man who comes into the bakery most days, a regular customer who used to shop and read the newspaper with his wife. until one day, it was just him there forward.

“oh yeah? something we’ll have here?” steve asks you, from his spot, eyes simply gleaming. you start unpacking the bakery food while replying, “no, it’s just came into the cinema! so i’ll need to go see it sometime, it sounds really good!”

steve immediately notices his pastry you pick out for him each time, you know him too well. a chocolate croissant and blueberry muffins to pair with. “robin, i brought you both food!” you pipe up, trying to look back to the light brunette who’s lost in the length of movies.

“i’ll be right there!” robin speaks from her spot, hoping steve catches on to her absence.

perfect! steve thinks, now’s my chance!

“say… do you need some company? i’d be happy to go see the movie with you, we could go tonight?” steve tries to sound cool, like most of his player high-school years aren’t completely out the window and he’s embarrassed at how little he’s dated in years after nancy freaking wheeler.

your eyes shine at his, sliding the cup of chocolate towards him as well as the warm pastries you heated up especially for them and steve’s nervous for you to reply.

“i’d love that, stevie!” he huffs a sigh of relief upon your confirmation, it was a date! he was going to take you on a date to the movies tonight, steve’s mind swings with possibility during a beat of silence. what he’d wear, what he’d bring you, snacks he’d buy you both, holding your hand, walking you to your front door.

it doesn’t last too long, as robin stands from her spot, dusting off her brown plaid trousers from the dark dust and you turn to her, “are you free tonight, robs? i should ask eddie and nancy too! i would ask the kids, but it sounded too cheesy for the kids taste? i could phone dustin and see if they would.”

steve’s heart plummets, and robin notices too quickly as she paces towards them, before she could claim she’s not free in order to score steve time with you alone, you’re leaning over steve to grip their work phone and dial the kid’s number.

picking up the chocolate croissant, steve doesn’t even care if there’s a few dotted marks of chocolate around his top lip – sadly eating his food while watching you enthuse of steve’s plan. robin pats his shoulder, sipping her own chocolate drink with sympathy written across her face.

at least steve would still get to spend time with you, even if it wasn’t alone, on what he could’ve made a date.

another time, steve thinks.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. the third time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he offered you his jacket.

a night with everyone had been spent outside eddie’s trailer, or as steve was now calling him – eddie ‘the ruiner’ munson ever since he wedged himself in the seat between you and steve on the cinema night. claiming that he wanted to sit next to you, because you both liked salted popcorn unlike steve’s ‘horrific’ comment on his preference of sweet popcorn.

as the night went on and the sky went a pitch black, despite the summer season the air was cold and breezy throughout hawkin’s. everyone sat in chairs around the fire, steve lucky enough to actually be sat next to you and not listening to munson’s loud chewing.

poor eddie, robin would say again, if she knew what steve was thinking. the guy never did anything wrong, just got in the way of steve’s advances towards you. and sure, maybe they weren’t that obvious, maybe they were stupid ways to show his interest rather than outwardly admitting his feelings and ensuring that when he’s asking you out that it’s a date for just you and him.

not the entirety of his friend group.

you had shivered beneath your sweatshirt, not enough to keep the cold at bay. steve turns away from watching lucas and dustin dummy fight, loud howling laughter overcutting the rock music playing from eddie’s record player in his bedroom – open window allowing the music to travel.

you were beyond beautiful to him. the whole night he had listened to each of the stories you told holding such interest, and even when someone else was telling a story – steve would watch you. your expressions and reactions much more swooning than any story about mike accidentally stealing a bag of candy last week without knowing.

to everyone but you, it was beyond obvious. steve was head over heels for you, and eddie had even played the song ‘head over heels’ by tears for fears to poke fun but the joke backfired on the fact that he owned a tears for fears record.

you were listening to robin and nancy converse, sinking into your seat comfortably while trying to undercut how cold you were that you didn’t notice steve staring once more. watching as you rub your sweatshirt-covered arms for some heat or close your eyes tiredly every so often.

“do you want my jacket?” he leaned over to whisper to you, your dull and achy eyes opening to turn to your best friend – who’s breath is fanning your face, sending an ounce of warmth across you.

“what?” you ask him, a bit out of it and confused at how intense steve stares at you, shivers running across your body you’re not sure if it’s the effects of the temperature or of steve. he chuckles, warmly and kindly, “you’re freezing, i can tell. do you want to wear my jacket?”

you furrow your eyebrows, “but what about you?” you asked, everyone tuning into the conversation with knowing glances and expectant smirks. mike kicking steve’s foot teasingly from his other side, steve kicking him right back.

“i’m fine don’t worry about me, stevie. want to make sure you’re warm too,” you reply and steve wants to crawl into a hole and scream at how unaware you are, or at how stupid he’s being in sending shitty signs.

steve starts to shuffle his jacket off his shoulders, assuring you, “i have a sweater on, trust me, i’ll be fine. here, you can borrow it.” he extends his offer, bomber jacket in his hand and lifted towards you and you stare longingly at the jacket before back up at steve, worried, “no, steve. it’s okay, i swear.”

he’s defeated once again, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by continuously asking but steve’s unsure how to make his love known when they’re not small loving gestures like this – trying to keep you warm on a cold hawkin’s night.

“i’m freezing over here, stevie,” max cuts in, teasing him while the other kids snicker beside her. steve tears his glance from you and to the redhead, wearing a large smirk and gleaming eyes that steve would complain about later.

“shut it, mayfield.”

but steve chucks the jacket towards max, ignoring the hushed giggles and sympathetic stares as he tries to think about how he could escape this situation, and how he’d go about it next time – maybe when he isn’t in the same space as all his friends but a moment he catches you alone.

he’s willing to try again.

𝐈𝐕. the fourth time you were oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he was blatantly obvious.

“you think it would be weird if you became more than friends with your best friend?” steve had asked into the quiet room, allowing you to easily hear from under his arm. a movie night was in order when robin was out of town, steve had spent lunch with you alone and mustered up the courage to a ‘totally casual not at all terrifying’ movie night where he could try to show you he loved you again.

he immediately regrets his words, way to be subtle harrington, steve thought. he fears he came across too forward and might scare you off from the idea of dating steve harrington, your best friend.

‘some kind of wonderful’ plays on his living-room television, a new friends to lovers movie that steve purposely picked out the romcom section in tune for tonight. he was a little worried, incase you felt overwhelmed by it all and it might affect your friendship that steve was desperate to make something more.

you take another handful of the bowl of salted popcorn sitting atop steve’s lap, and steve looks down to you when you begin to reply, your eyebrows are furrowed but you look far from offended or scared by his comment, “you’re my best friend, steve?”

both of you knew he was, and had been for the past few years of previously fighting inter-dimensional monsters in order to save hawkin’s and their own lives. it was hard not to be when steve was one to protect you from danger, or when you cleaned him up every time he was knocked around pretty bad.

you were both there for each other, not knowing whether it was friendly or something more.

“i wouldn’t find it weird,” steve’s blatant in his reply, you could probably hear his thumping heart, his head feels light-headed from his comment as he swoons and debates over what you might respond. god, he hoped you understood what he was getting at.

your eyebrows relax, eyes still scanning the artificial screen before humming, leaning back into steve’s side. your arms tighten him in a squeeze around his waist and follow the plot of the movie, head against his chest.

you hummed. that’s it. not a thought into what he just said as you focus on the movie ahead, he knew it wasn’t intentional of you and gets defeated once more – if he’s blatantly obvious what more could he do?

steve’s head lobs against the back of his couch, out of your eyeline while he holds in a groan. shot down once again. steve wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. the white ceiling posing as much more interesting than the tv screen as the pair of friends finally get together, steve was far too jealous of the characters to look.

he was willing to try one more time in an attempt to make a move.

𝐕. the one time you were not oblivious to steve’s signs… was when he wasn’t trying.

steve had nearly given up on trying. his next option was to tell you he loved you and that’s that. if you reciprocated then that was amazing, but steve feared for his found friendship with you – he wasn’t sure he was willing to risk that.

you were aware of steve’s closing ‘move’. his all-time move had been discussions around girls at school, you overheard during gym – watching as steve excels at track performance – as girls whisper to one another ‘steve did his move last night, can you believe it?’

you’d also heard steve tell his friends, he’d told robin of it before while you were around – steve thinking you were listening to nancy’s discussion. or when he had advised eddie of his move when eddie scored a date, that it ‘never failed’ as his closing date routine.

so when steve walked you to your door after dropping you off from a night at his, the last stop after eleven’s, you were unaware that steve was contemplating whether to tell you he loved you or not.

it was running around steve’s head, this could be the moment that made or broke your relationship with him. depending on how you felt. steve was too in his head, debating with his inner thoughts.

you unlocked the door before turning to steve, either of you facing one another and you could tell steve’s head was elsewhere. “steve,” you assure, breaking him from his reverie – his eyes go wide and glance at you when you continue, “thank you for tonight.”

all thoughts leave his head, “oh, yeah-yeah, of course. thank you for coming, y/n.” before you knew it, steve’s arm was stretched beside you, his hand landed on the wall behind you. almost closing you in, an attempt to continue the conversation.

however, before steve can start, you’re gasping loudly. the sight of steve’s arm beside you and his eyes staring down at yours making your head feel woozy and overwhelmed, “steve!” you gasp again.

your best friend’s eyebrows are furrowed, utterly confused by your reaction when he hadn’t even said anything. “what’s wrong?” he asks, lips parted in an attempt to form more words, however, all more sentences fade him when he watches how shocked you are.

“your move!”

steve’s head lobs forward, ushering you to continue as a feeling quite similar to mortified seeps through his veins. “that’s what you do on the girls you date! the move! why are you doing that?” you ask him, he could tell you were embarrassed yourself – feet shuffling as you awaited his answer.

steve’s whole face feels warm and he’s sure despite the dark night – you could see the entirety of his red face as embarrassment settles into the pit of his stomach.

“that’s what you noticed? you noticed this lame move?” steve’s loud and amused by the fact before admitting his love for you – you notice the uncool move he used to pull on dates. not the offer of his passenger seat all the way to him blatantly stating he wouldn’t mind being more than friends.

he never expected to pull that move, you meant more to him than the lame end-of-date attempt he used to try on girls he liked. because it was you, and you were much more to him.

steve was unequivocally in love with you, and he hadn’t been so in love before. so why would he try his odd hand pose in order to scoop you up and swoon you when he could offer a jacket or blatantly ask you out instead.

“what do you mean?” you ask steve, unsure of what he’s getting at. as if there was more to it than his old school move. he chuckles, shuffling so his arm is back by his side, but now steve has moved a step closer to you that the brown hazel in his eyes are more apparent, shining down at you.

“honey, i’ve been try to tell you for months now how much i’m in love with you.” your mouth gapes, the corners threatening to pull upwards in a smile as you choke, “w-what?” your hand settles on his chest, stepping closer to him.

and by your reaction steve is less scared, you’re not running down the street or slamming the door on his face – only moving closer and smiling up at him. and steve only falls in love more in that moment, “you love me?”

steve eyes scan your face after your question, and you watch as they do, so delicate and sweet like the steve you have always known but now here he is, confessing that he loves you and it’s all tying together and the possibilities seem endless all of a sudden.

“aw, c’mere already,” steve states, breaking the small gap between you both as a kiss settles to your lips. his hand is at the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he bids not to let you go. your hands reach up to his face, in disbelief you’re kissing steve harrington, your best friend, your touch to his cheeks brings you back to earth.

you weren’t so oblivious anymore, steve thought, glad the whole ordeal’s over as he smiles against your lips, never wanting to pull away.

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Spooktober Prompts Masterlist 2020

#580: You never know how many people actually live near you until you’re in a zombie apocalypse and you have to go through them all. {Submitted by: this-victoria-has-no-secret}

#581: A family moves into a new town. But something doesn’t seem right about the residents.

#582: A group of university students decide to start a coven, because they like the aesthetic.

#583: “You’re smiling and I’m scared to find out why.”

#584: Waking up in your dark bedroom is nothing out of the ordinary. Finding the door and the windows all boarded up definitely is.

#585: The nation celebrates the video interviews of the first crew on Mars. But suddenly all the astronauts are found dead - on earth.

#586: People in a small town are getting phone calls from their dead loved ones, that are becoming increasingly more desperate.

#587: It’s all fun and games until the Ouija board starts calling you out.

#588: In all of her years, she had seen famine, war, a slew of various horrors that the human mind could never pretend to comprehend- and somehow, the figure that stood before her, that figure the ghost of someone she’d once known, was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen. {Submitted by: x-sinnamonqueen-x}

#589: “You said you were an angel!” “Oh, I was. I must have forgotten to tell you about the ‘fallen’ part.”

#590: A widowed woman is playing the piano alone in her house, but when she finishes she can hear clapping. {Submitted by: howlingwolve}

#591: Her head was tilted to the side a hair too much, eyes a sliver too large, and her teeth pearl white. “Tilt your head to the right a little? Yes- and if you close your mouth you almost look human.” “Ah, how helpful.” The Fae smiled with closed lips. “A perfect mimicry is so hard to achieve.” {Submitted by: antique-rain}

#592:  A young girl goes missing. Her parents find a doll in her bed that has a frightening resemblance to their daughter.

#593: After waking up from a coma due to suffering injuries from a car accident a woman asks for her brother. But not even her parents seem to remember him ever existing.

#594:  But now I look upon a field with bodies stretched out and I feel nothing.

#595: A stranger comes into town and it’s like a powerful spell was cast. Men and women alike can’t help but fall in love with them. Every adult in town is affected and soon a ruthless fight for the stranger’s affection begins.

#596: You have always heard stories of an unnatural being that transforms into anything or anyone. But everybody always tells you it’s just an urban legend. Until one fateful day, when you’re reading about that urban legend, it suddenly appears in front of you. {Submitted by: mythicalphoenix14}

#597: “How did you never notice that there was a gateway to the underworld in your closet?!” “Easy, I never go in there long enough to hear the screams of agony.” {Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack}

#598: An object found in a pawn shop or on the road is calling to your character. What does it do? Do they buy/take it? If not, does it show up in their path again? {Submission by: systemfailure99}

#599: Teenagers find a shipwreck on the ground of a small lake with no access to the sea.

#600: “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

#601: When all the stars in the night sky become swallowed by clouds, beware: your head may be sucked into a black hole as you sleep.{Submission by: amarantine-amirite}

#602: In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover. {Submitted by: feralshinycat}

#603: “Out of the all the demon’s I’ve exorcised… Why won’t you budge?” “‘Cause I’m not a demon, Father. I’m a God.“ {Submitted by: kyuhyun-kei}

#604: Imagine hurrying over a cemetery at the darkest hour of the night and almost stumbling over a fallen head stone. You look up and realise that all graves look as if monsters have teared them open. And suddenly ice-cold fingers claw at your feet and start pulling. {Submitted by: ouilah}

#605: This had a body count now and they couldn’t ignore it any longer.

#606: Your character wakes up in a “haunted house” only to realize that the house is alive. It mistakes your character for its original owner and traps them inside, promising to keep them safe and to never let them go ever again. {Submitted by: funstorytimestudios}

#607: You’re sitting at breakfast reading the newspaper, when you come across an obituary - the date of death is not in the past but the following day. And the deceased is sitting right next to you, eating their breakfast.

#608: A normal class reunion wasn’t supposed to take place at a funeral.

#609: A group of friends decide to watch a horror movie together. At first they are excited that the movie was filmed like a livestream. Makes it look more real. That is until they suddenly recognize their house in the video - and see their own silhouettes in the window.

#610: You’re a student who has to interview a frontliner for an assignment. You contact the person and ask if you could interview them. They say yes. It’s days before the deadline, and after a few practice runs via calling with the person themself, one of your classmates ask who you are interviewing. Your classmate is bewildered because, the person you were going to interview died years ago. {Submitted by: error-snow}