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Day 31 : Trick Or Teat
【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.
『Word count』 :  7.01k
-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.
Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader] 
[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.
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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.
Vampires.
You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.
You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.
"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.
Why, you may ask?
Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.
"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."
His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.
"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.
“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.
“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.
“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.
“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.
-
Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.
What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.
“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.
You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.
You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.
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This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.
His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”
His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.
A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”
Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.
“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.
You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.
“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”
Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.
He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”
His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”
The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”
You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.
A blood sucking vampire.
You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….
“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.
-
Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—
"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.
"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...
"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.
So there's three of them that live here?
"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.
"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.
He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."
You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."
"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."
You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."
Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”
Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”
Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.
There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.
-
Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.
Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.
“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.
“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.
“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.
And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.
“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.
“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.
“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.
“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.
“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?
“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.
“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.
“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?
“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.
“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.
“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”
His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.
“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.
“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.
“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…
“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.
“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.
“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.
“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.
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The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.
“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.
“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.
“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”
“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.
“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”
You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”
“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.
“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.
You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.
“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.
“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”
The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”
You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”
“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.
Pathetic human. Digusting pig.
Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.
“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”
Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.”  he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”
The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.
“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.
“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.
He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.
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chaoticladyfire · 10 months
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Things I screamed about in ATSV (spoilers)
-Got to rewatch the film so I’m just going to add the colours changing to warmer tones when Gwen hugs her father. Not even ten minutes in and I was already crying.
-Realised that we missed the Gwen-Vulture fight BUT got to see Jessica Drew enter the scene like a bad ass in her bad ass bike and hearing the audience collectively say ‘me too’ when Gwen asked if Jessica could adopt her. 
-Screaming OSCAR ISAAC when Miguel spoke
-Lyla. Just Lyla.
- ‘Do you say anything other than no?’ ‘No-YES!’ more of miguel and jessica pls
-The Spot’s introduction. I didn’t see any promotional stuff, teasers or even trailers before watching this film so I had no idea who or what the The Spot was which was great because he really went from villain of the week to villain of the movie. And they clearly had a great time choreographing the fight scenes with him
-Miles’ heating up the beef patty while the spot and the convenience store man argue
-Miles patting the spot’s with a ‘good cow’ text
-Gwen and Miles both having to deepen their voices to avoid being recognised by their respective cop dads
-Miles saying that he can get two cakes when the counsellor says you can’t have your cake and eat it too and then bringing two cakes for his father’s party and neither of them saying what he wanted to convey. 
-Rio and Jeff scolding an annoyed miles but instantly smiling when a relative hugs them what an universal experience 
-Gwen teasing Miles for drawing her in his notebook almost obsessively but also breaking the biggest rule to spend time with him knowing the consequences. 
-As they went to talk, my friend leaned over and said ‘yeah I bet they will talk’ and when they only talked he groaned very loudly at which point I had to remind him Miles was only 15 
-Watching Jeff talk to Spiderman about his son not knowing his son is spiderman
-The DJ increasing the volume when Miles’ parents started scolding him in the middle of the party (the real mvp of the movie actually) 
-JK Simmons cameo that no one seems to be talking about??? Embarrassingly enough I had to literally scream into my friend’s ear for most of the people to realise it was indeed JK Simmons
-Just the entire Mumbattan scene. It was so exciting to see my city be represented like that, still a bit cliched in my opinion but not like Slumdog so obviously they have updated their views. Everything from the traffic gag to Pav’s rant about chai tea had the theatre howling. Also the detail of the thought boxes (?) and sounds being written in Hindi 
-Screaming DANIEL KALUUYA
-My friend and I are huge fans of the UK punk scene (her for the ideologies and myself for the music and fashion) so Hobie was a dream come true. He was already super cool with his guitar and mohawk costume but when he revealed his face it was just so amazing
-Gayatri is every indian’s dream girl with her modern shirt-flannel and jeans combo mixed with bangles and piercings I really wish we get to see more of her in the next movie. Anyway there was a lot of wolf-whistling and hooting for her and Pav
-Also Pavitr literally means pure I don’t know if they did that on purpose or not but I love it
-His pet name being Pav cured my soul
-’This is the most emotional I have seen him’ and Captain Singh has no emotions at all
-I want to see how they came up with so many spider designs because each was so unique and immediately endearing. My friend who is also a big dinosaur fan screamed DINOSAUR 
-Kind of obsessed with how detailed Ben Reilly’s arms are they did not need to go that hard with it
-Tom Holland’s Spider-Man being referred to as ‘the little nerd’ by Miguel
-When everyone was making puns about the Spot my friend leaned over and said ‘i wonder which hole the spot prefers’ it is a miracle we are still friends actually
-The Donald Grover cameo!!!
-Peter B Parker having a cute little baby with the love of his life is what he deserves
-Miguel O Hara is one step away from becoming a Batman-Spiderman 
-Hobie’s admiration for Mayday being the avatar of chaos Spider-baby
-Screaming ANDY SAMBERG
-I think they saw the appreciation for the art style in the previous film and then trebled it for this film and I cannot thank them enough for it
-Peter complaining about how Miguel breaks the Spiderman tradition of being funny and witty and Miguel being the first anomaly 
-Every scene with the Spot is very unnerving because as I said, you watch him transform from this joker to a literal void of vengeance and it is every bit of terrifying
-Miguel is a man suffering from the destruction of an entire universe because of his selfish actions and forcing that anomaly narrative on a fifteen year old boy who became a spiderman on accident and doesn’t want his father to die because of that. Unlike the Spot, who isn’t even human anymore, Miguel is drowning in grief and guilt and trying to ignore it by holding the weight of the spider-verse on his shoulder. I hated him so much for making a boy go through that but then I just couldn’t in the end. 
-Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire cameo!!! Hopefully we’ll get a fun Tom Holland one too in the next movie.
-’Let me guess, he died?’ being a therapist for Spider Men must be a fairly boring job after a few patients.
-I just loved the absolute of wrongness of the scene where Miles returns ‘home’. The rain and darkness. I didn’t really think about Rio asking Miles what happened to his hair because I thought she was referring to the rain (although of course she wouldn’t ask him why his hair was wet when it was obviously raining outside) but realised something was wrong when he didn’t know about comic con but she did because in the first film there’s a joke about Peter B Parker explaining the concept to Miles. 
- This movie is not good for my father related issues
-The glaring neon welcome sign when the gang end up in Earth 42
-How did Uncle Aaron get even scarier? 
-Miles being the Prowler is honestly a great twist I saw it coming but still felt the shock of the reveal
-Prowler Miles having an accented voice meaning his father probably died when he was young and he only had his mom growing up
-Can’t wait for the original spider team to return for the third film seeing as they brought back Spider-Man Noir and Spider Ham and Peni Parker
-Screaming WHAT when the ‘to be continued’ appeared because that cliffhanger is absolutely destructive. All that adrenaline and excitement just popped. I’m still oscillating between being impressed and being disappointed. 
I probably skipped over a lot of other scenes because these were the most memorable and I only watched the film once (unfortunate) but I can’t wait for the movie to hit streaming services and watch it again and again for all the other details I missed. Ill probably keep adding things as I remember
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martuzzio · 3 months
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HERMITCRAFT CATCHPHRASES
Hi, here's a (hopefully comprehensive) reference list of hermit catchphrases! The main goal here is to help writers and artists who (like me) might struggle with getting the characterization of some hermits right. Check out more info at the end of the post!
Note: this list updates a lot whenever I get new suggestions, which means reblogs aren't always fully accurate. I've linked this post to the top of my blog so it's easy to access the most recent version :)
Bdubs Shreep / uh-oh, gotta shreep! Crastle I love ya to death It’s gorgee Beyootiful Uh oh! Hell’s blazes! Hawsies YOU'LL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO! Shuddup! Judas priest! Bdubs' PERFECT REDSTONE!! What in the world! Holy cow! Nuh-uh! Hoimycraaaaaf Whimsy Trying my heart out
Beef EEskall That was my nickname in college! Nailed it! Dangit! Beefy Tunes Smelly Etho Opulent Etho? Oh, yeah, I own him Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Beef taught Etho about redstone Oh my goodness! Oh boy! What the heck Oh, baby! Quote unquote A ton of __
Cleo Class dismissed! I don’t need your stinky torches I will break your legs Trash is fish The answer to everything is leather pants Not because it’s the sand castle you deserve, but it’s the sand castle I need! What did you do, Joe…. It's FINE, everything's FINE Lovely Silly I mean... Not gonna lie... To be fair...
Cub DA CREAMADA CROP Alright guys Nice, nice Ladies and gentlemen / ladies and gentlemen, we got ‘em Eeeeasy money Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Mmmmmhmmmmmm Holy smokes Let's goooo! Sweet Oh, baby! Man, oh man Without further ado Peace out Cheers / cheers, man There's some heat coming off that thing
Doc Are you kidding me now? Alright guys Can’t touch this The G.O.A.T. Etho, get to the damn land man! It all started when Grian touched my redstone… Epic
Etho Uh-huh Like-a so Oh snap Get your snacks! Holy smokes! Take care, have a good day, bye bye Aww snappers! Aww yeah Von Sway I barely know ‘er! Speaking of llamas Bright blue bamboo E. to the T. to the your mum Beefaroni / Beefers Speaking of llamas… That’s what she said! Free glass Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Suckerrrr! Check it out
False Blimey Awh dude Frick False Supremacy Oh my goodness I don't know about you guys, but... Props to __ I'm not gonna lie...
Gem Gem is great Her [name] is [adjective]! Gem will __ ("Gem will watch Impulse") Perfect! Epic It's true, I swear! Not gonna lie... Oh gosh! Trust the process Nailed it!
Grian Hello! My name is Grian Good… byeeeee! Pesky bird My heart! My little heart! Mumbo Mumbo you are AFK Can we just agree that Mumbo loses? What in Queen Elizabeth’s shiny crown was that? It wasn't me, it was the man in the chicken costume! SaAaaaAaAnd Chobblesome SCAR NO— / NO SCAR— In theory… Electric boogalooo What does this button do? What on earth? This is in shambles Get outta here! Hear me out... We don't have __. What we DO have is __ Just straight up Without further ado Crack on Bingo bango Yes. 100%
Hypno Right, right Mmhmm You guys Dang guy
Impulse What’s goin on everyone? Shovel Shuffle BEHIND YOU GEM! Peeps Geez Let's goooo! Are you kidding me? Oh, man Now we're talkin'! Holy smokes Oh my gosh How cool is that? Jeez! Dang it! Buddy Presi (for present) You bet!
Iskall Hallo -skall ("richskall") That’s mega / that’s looking absolutely mega Omega “Excuse me? Sir?” __ of doom Okay, lol And I will see you dudes in the next episode I’ve had a realization Oh for goodness sake! It’s not fat, it’s big-boned Not gonna lie SaAaaaAaAnd Very fine Great success! Bird poop Bumbo Cactoni Do you even bust? / Do you even bust bro E Pag
Jevin Hypno smells! Oh my god Sucker What the heck Dude Man I swear
Joe Howdy y’all! That’s the Joe Hills difference! I will now say a poem of my own devising Core concept Keep adventurin’! Time skip! Who’s the guy who conquers death? That’s Joe Hills No not rage quitting I have to pick up my daughter from school or my wife will rage quit me! Grow Hills / Expand Joe Joepacity / Jhost
Keralis Look into my eyes and nothing but my eyes Wanna buy a book? Spank you very much Just sit back, relax, and enjoy Like this, like that I can see my house from here! Bubbles, Shashwammy, Sweetface, Princess Lookie lookie at my cookie / lookie lookie at my cookie… no, please don’t Like-a so I love your face I’m a real boy! I don’t k-nove (know) Not like this! Booshes Clever girl But first… lemme take a selfie I’m sinking… mayday mayday we’re sinking! Hallo yes dis is de German coast guard what are you sinking about? Scary harry larry I’m alayve! Breathtaking — no you’re breathtaking Mm-kay Oh behave I’m a simple man MeOOOow Welcome to my humble abod-ee Not too shabby My face! My palms are sweaty, mom’s spaghetti Tag 2 Booga Booga Stiffy nipples Batman! First I was afraid, I was petrified...
Mumbo I worry about myself sometimes I'm not really quite sure if I like that or not Yeah… yeah that's looking good… I guess… Dude! Chuffed to bits It’s a bit pants I’m such a spoon Oh my word It’s quite simple, really / it’s actually quite simple Bonkers I’ll catch you in the next one. See ya Off you pop Oh goodness me! Hermit challenges — initiation! All done and dusted To be frankly honest Seriously seriously cool Absolutely nuts I don’t even know what to say Iskall I feel sick Peace, love, and plants Moon’s big Mumbo for Mayor Quite simple
Pearl Lovely Bonkers At this point... Cheeky / you cheeky What's this? Mate
Ren Now we’re cooking with gas / we be cooking with gas today Ladies, get in line! / ladies, gentlemen, everybody get in line! You picking up what I’m putting down My dudes Y’know what I’m sayin’ Coming atcha frommmmmm Dude Coming from left, right, and center Greetings cyberdogs and citizens of the Interwebs, this is Ren-diggity-dog comin at ya in another episode from the Hermitcraft server (ey!) Automagically Jazztastic Janktastic Oh baby Like nobody’s business Looking absolutely magnificent Anyhoozle Twaddle Renstone The Octagon is a well-oiled machine! [word]-age [word]-ation [word]-i (to make things plural You love / hate to see it I'm just sayin' / if you know what I'm sayin' Professional __ Jazz Anyhoozle Exqueeze me? Freakin' Some serious __ What's happenin', baby? Chesticles
Scar Scarred for life Woah, what in the world! It’s gonna be am-ay-zing LOOK at the siiiiize of that Well, hello there my fellow miners and crafters, GoodTimesWithScar here. Welcome back to the wonderful world of Hermits and crafting Don’t forget to subscribe or you might just become scarrrred for life! Looking super fancy Let’s hit super fast build mode! Look at the size of that Appreciate ya Hotguy! Operation: Aquathunder! That’s what she said! Rapscallion You silly goose Oh, sweet baby Jellie! Bayum! / Bam! The bee's knees Easy peasy, orangey squeezy
Stress Are you havin’ a giggle? / are you takin the mic? Mate Oh my god / oh my gosh / oh my good gordons Gorgeous Plonker Geezer Ohhhhh nooooo! Yeeeesshhh I legged it Such a pro / I'm such a pro Proper __ Cheeky Bloke Thingamajig Ain't [word]-age [word]-ies
Tango Happy fun sauce -ificator, -inator, -ness, -tastic Skadoodle Fearsome bunny slippers Noob juice So here’s the deal Holding shift Shwoop Flim flam Poop came out Extra dumb with dumb sauce / __ of extra dumb Flee with extra flee! / fleeing with terror! Boom booms Gah! The dungeon is ready for its next victim Behold! Results may vary! I think my math is correct, but it’s been known to be wrong This is the worst timeline. I hate everything Big no! You— you freak of nature! Jerkface Jerkbutt Excellent How embarassing This is true Zombert Bits This I gotta see! Right in the face! [word] is happening Yeah baby! Stupid jerks Boop This is the best / worst thing ever! Niner niner niner [general unintelligible noises]
TFC What in tarnation! Crap-tacular Humongous Butt-ugly Ugly as sin Oh, goody Ender-twits Bugger Oh, fart For crying out loud
Wels Words are hard If you will Super __
xB Aww yeah Mmkay Son of a biscuit Pretty frickin' __ Man Get frickin' wrecked! Chestacle Dang it Staaph it Oy vey Crap on a cracker Dang it, Bobby! Dang guy
Xisuma Oh goodness me Oh dangit Geez Peeps I’m such a derp Oh my days Chooturial Issooma Allo Woa’ah Brought (instead of bought) My dude Achacha
Zed Hello hello hello A-good a-bye Muckin' about I lied TaaaAAnnGoOOooooOOOo Hu-jah! Pretty darn __ Certainly Rubbish I'm [word]-ing [word] me [word]-iness What happens is... Get kersplatted! Epic Oh my goodness!
More Info
So I'm currently writing a HC fic and realized how little I know about some of the hermits (I unfortunately don't have time to watch all of them), which made it really difficult to depict them properly in my writing. I'm assuming at least some of you might also struggle with this, so, here we are!
If you know of a catchphrase from any hermit from any season, comment, reblog, send me a an ask or dm, dm me on discord, whatever works the best :D
Note: when I say "catchphrase," I mean anything a hermit repeats over an extended period of time. It can be something said during a single season (like "You'll speak when spoken to!" or "Hermit Challenges!"), or something that spans their entire careers (like "Aww snappers!" or "Plonker"). I'm not looking for one-off quotes that are never bought up again — there's some great sources (like @hermitcraft-correct-quotes) for that already :)
Sources (which will hopefully expand with time): This reddit post from four years ago This other reddit post also from four years ago Reddit from three years ago This cute diagram A more up to date source Another Xisuma's dictionary on his website HC character tv tropes page This incredible google doc
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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months
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i needed to share this because who else but you
i cant stop thinking of cowgirl reader and soap together such an odd couple but oh does it feel right (kinda self insert im sorry😓)
Ride Cowgirl, Ride - John 'Soap' Mactavish
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You know what anon you’re onto something…I love this dynamic. Pairing: John 'Soap' Mactavish x Fem!Cowgirl Reader
Warnings: None, Fluff
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When Soap told the 141 boys he had a girlfriend they all expected a city girl or even another scottish girl.
So when you walked in in your little denim shorts with a tank top and a flannel to cover it topping it off with some cowgirl boots and pigtails with bows at the end it’s the least to say that everyone was shocked.
When they all asked where you were from and you responded in a thick country accent “Oh I'm from Texas!” They all knew they were in for a treat when they heard that accent.
When soap would talk to you and they could all hear you respond it was so fascinating to hear the difference.
“I swear John could talk the hide off a cow.” 
“What does that even mean?” Is exactly Gaz’s first question
“Means I talk alot mate.” Because you had taught soap your slang around 5 months ago he's been used to it.
They all automatically ask the same question “Do you have a pet horse and can we learn how to ride it?”
“Yes I do! Her name is Peanut and yeah I can bring her round here sometime for you fellas.”
One time further down the line when Ghost pissed you off you just yelled at him “Pull in your horns!!” and he looked at you like “🤨”
“Means back off Simon!!” You’d both hear Soap yell from down the hall as he was holding up your favorite snack you ran towards him
“Aw John! I’m as happy as a flea in a dog house!” You’d take the snack from him and skip down the hall somewhere else to see someone else around the base
“She was just hungry, sorry Simon.”
Now I think Price would understand some of your slang just cause he’s a bit of a cowboy so sometimes you’d have conversations with him.
I genuinely think soap is so fascinated with the fact you can ride a horse that sometimes he’ll just watch you and I mean he’ll sit there for hours and watch you for no reason.
He has probably pissed you off once and you got all mad at him southern style and he backed off after that and bought you some flowers and some new bows for your hair.
He flexes you off while off on deployment. if he’s on an undercover mission and a lady hits on him all he’ll say is “Are you a cowgirl who has a horse named Peanut? No? Then keep moving, Lass.” 
Has probably picked up on your slang while on missions
“Quit yer yammerin'.” “Johnny what?” “It means shut up.” Was a genuine conversation he had over the coms with Ghost.
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I def wanna do more with this maybe make an AU IDK AHHHH
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ihavethedreamies · 2 months
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Within an Inch of Your Life | Shownu
Son Hyunwoo (Shownu - MONSTA X)
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Rating: M (18+) MDNI!!
Word Count: ~4.6k
Pairing: Shownu x AFAB!Reader
Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Romance, Some Angst, Very Little Plot, Very Dirty
!!This is SMUT...if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now. This is lowkey-highkey filth. Plain filth!! Some angst in the beginning but it goes away.
Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M!Receiving), Deepthroating, Fingering, Pet Names (Pumpkin, Princess, Sweet Girl, etc.) Very Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom or the like. Reader is on the pill in this story.)
Author's Note: This is my first fic, holy cow. I've written others but this is the first I will be posting considering I have well over 200 notes on my Shownu appreciation post. I actually wrote this a few months ago but just go around to making sure everything makes sense. I do not have a Beta…because that was always what I did…I was a Creative Writing Major and since I have never been docked in grade for grammar or punctuation errors, I think I'm qualified.
Uh, you just learned a lot about me just by the fact that I wrote this >.>
I am cross-posting this on Archive under the same name. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on Tumblr my name and icon are exactly the same on the other two sites. Happy reading!
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You stared at the ceramic cup on your bathroom vanity, the cheap blue toothbrush glaring back at you. It sat in there amongst your own teeth cleaning products, mocking you. The bright color stark against the black and white of everything else in the bathroom, even your own toothbrush. Reaching out you placed your own that you had just finished using in the cup and grabbed the blue one. Staring down at it, you weren't sure how to feel. It had been a few weeks now, since it's been used. And it never will be again. Blinking, then sighing, you left the bathroom, stopping next to the trash can outside the door near the kitchen. Your foot rested on the paddle used to open the lid, inhaling and exhaling, then pressing down. Your hand holding the toothbrush lingered over the gaping bin. Swallowing a lump in your throat you didn't expect to be there, you gripped the brush tight. Emotion whelmed in you, but you couldn't pinpoint what kind. Were you angry? Guilty? Sad? Fuck it. You harshly threw the brush in the can and let the lid slam closed when you took your foot off the peddle.
"What's with the aggression?" Hana called to you from the other side of the apartment where she was on your couch. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat up from her sleeping perch.
"Don't worry about it." You were still staring at the trash can, now closes. You heard her bare feet patter on the hardwood floor, and she comes up to you. She blew her nose into a napkin she grabbed from the counter behind the can. You stepped out of the way to let her throw away the used paper.
"Oh." Realization hit her. She saw the toothbrush, which was the only thing in there. You moved away and into the kitchen to get your coffee ready as she took a place on a stool at the counter.
"What even happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you two break up?" she asked you and you exhaled. Grabbing a coffee mug, you put the cup on the perch of your coffee maker and pressed the largest button. You didn't answer.
"Was he bad in bed or something?"
"No."
"Did he cheat on you?"
"No."
"Controlling? Possessive?"
"No. Not really."
"Then why? You don't seem all that torn up about it."
"It’s a bit of a relief…"
"A relief? Why?"
"I…I was pity-dating him."
"WHAT!?"
"Calm down. He had been in love with me for years, and I felt bad for turning him down so much…Also, I was, frustrated without Young Hoon being here…"
"So, you used him? That's harsh."
"Look, he wouldn't leave me alone, kept asking me out, getting me things. Might as well make it easier and say yes…"
"So, why did you break it off?"
"I didn't."
"He broke up with you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I told him."
"Told him what?"
"That I was pity-dating him…"
"Fuck. That must have been rough."
"Yeah." You stared down as the swirling liquid in your cup, having stopped stirring the cappuccino mix in.
"I felt so guilty, I had to come clean." You rested back against the counter crossing your arms, somewhat hugging yourself.
"Why? Why not just break up with him? You had to tell him?"
"Yes."
"What made you do that?"
"Because…" Your words get caught in your throat, the realization hitting you.
"B-because. I can't lie to those I love." Your voice cracked and her face softened.
"You fell in love with him."
"Y-yeah."
"Then why not stay in the relationship?"
"I don't want a real relationship with him built on a lie. I had to come clean." You stood up straight, ignoring your drink and going to sit on your bed. You buried your face in your hands, your throat caught as you swallowed, your eyes burned.
"Oh, girlie." Hana followed you, sitting on your bed next to you, and pulling you into a hug.
"I'm such a fucking horrible person." You sobbed, and she rubbed your back.
"I love him. I do. I was in denial. It hit me so suddenly and so hard, I think I must have felt that way longer than I realized. God, forgive me." you cried, and she held you. Her phone went off as your sobs subsisted as she went to answer it.
"Shit. I have to get to class. I'll message you later." She kissed your forehead and gathered her stuff, leaving your apartment. Leaving your cooling drink on the kitchen counter, you curled up in bed and fell back asleep.
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"(Y/N)!" Hana slammed her palm on the door, ringing the bell a few times. She knew you were home. She could see your bag and keys on the table through the window. You hadn't answered her calls or texts for three days and wouldn't answer the door.
"Hana?" A man's voice caught her attention and she turned to see Hyunwoo coming up the stairs to get to the second-floor apartment.
"Shownu! What are you doing here?" She quieted her voice, not sure how you might react if you heard. She knew your recent lack of actions was due to the breakup, and your revelation of feelings for the man.
"I was going to get my stuff and leave my key." His voice was noticeably flat, and the woman couldn't read his expression.
"You have a key!" Your friend lunged forward, snagging the set of keys from his hands. She shoved the metal into the lock and opened the door.
"(Y/N)!" she shouted, storming in.
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You buried deeper into your pillows and sheets as Hana banged on your door. You didn't want to see anyone, not even her. You felt you didn't deserve her comfort. You were a shitty person who did a shitty thing. You flinched when you heard a key in the lock, wondering who the hell was there. Hana didn't have a key, and only your aunt did as the landlord. You had given the second key to your ex…to Hyunwoo.
"(Y/N)!" The other woman's harsh shout broke the silence you had been dwelling in. You hoped your uncle was there too, who else would have let her in? You are jarred to attention as your friend yanked your comforter off of you and the bed.
"What?" you snapped, and she climbed on the bed, flipping you over and forcing you to sit up.
"You bitch! You left me on read!" She put you in a playful headlock and ruffled your unkempt hair. You had showered, but a hairbrush? Who is she? You shoved Hana off, and she got off the bed, stomping away. When she came back you heard another set of footsteps along with hers, too heavy to be your aunt.
"The only way you are going to get over this pity party you threw yourself is by telling the truth!" Hana snapped, dragging your now ex-boyfriend into view past the half wall that separated your sleeping area from the living room. He stood there, staring at you. You wouldn't meet his gaze. Hana moved into the kitchen, looking in the fridge and hastily writing stuff on your grocery list pad.
"I am going to go buy you food, you two better talk!" She pointed at you sternly, then at him, and then left. You are left in silence with him.
"W-why are you here?" Your voice was scratchy, your mouth dry.
"Came to get my stuff." He nodded toward the dresser drawer where his stuff was.
"Ah." You licked your chapped lips. You hadn't drunk or eaten much in the last three days. He could tell, he knew you well. He left your direct line of sight and went to retrieve a bottle of water from your fridge. He came back and jutted it into your face. You took it, not meeting his eyes. Your small sips turned into big gulps, the cool liquid a sweet relief.
"What was Hana talking about? You telling me the truth?" Luckily, you had swallowed before he asked so you didn't choke. Closing the bottle, you threw it further up your bed. You brought your bent legs up, your knees touching your chest. You chewed on your thumbnail, not knowing how to start.
"You wanna tell me why you broke my heart?" His tone was harsh, a tinge of sadness in his tone. Your breath caught, the stinging in your eyes came back.
"It would have hurt less if you just broke up with me. But telling me you only dated me out of pity? I love you; I have for years-"
"I had to tell you."
"Why?"
"I couldn't keep lying."
"Why not? You had been doing it for nearly seven months." His voice was sharp with anger.
"I-I cannot…" You swallowed a lump, fighting to not cry, "I cannot lie to someone I love."
You're not sure what his reaction was, you didn't look up at him.
"What?"
"I couldn't keep lying to you. I love you-" You didn't even get the chance to work up the courage to look at him. His hands went quickly to your jaw, hauling you close, up and out of bed. His lips found yours. The kiss was different from all those before. You could feel how strong his emotions were. He was rough, domineering, barely letting you breathe. His tongue wrapped around yours, sucking you in. He was practically bent over you, being nearly a foot tall, your neck tipped back far to make up for the rest of the distance. You whined, your hands gripping his shirt from under his jacket. Hyunwoo swallowed you and every little noise you made. As he pulled away, he bit your bottom lip, the tang of blood hitting your tongue. He stepped back abruptly, running his hand through his hair.
"Fuck. Don't play with me." He shook his head, and you sat back on your bed.
"I'm not. I didn't…I only realized a few days ago how I felt…"
"What am I supposed to with this, huh?" He paced a bit, roughing his hair up.
"Do what you want. Whatever you decide…" You drifted off, not sure what you wanted him to do. You wanted him to kiss you again. But you felt you deserved him leaving and never talking to you again. You felt he should break your heart, like you did him.
"Part of me wants to walk out of here and never think about you again." He finally said and the words pierced you. A tear rolled down your cheek.
"Another part of me wants to give you another chance…" You closed your eyes, willing the tears back.
"But there's something else I really, really want to do." You heard him come closer but refused to look at him. You gasped as his hands dug into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.
"W-what?" His lips were so close to yours and while you're not sure what he wanted to do, you wanted it too.
"Please, whatever you want." You whispered, but his lips didn't meet yours. His tongue doesn't stroke yours. His mouth went to your ear…
"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life." You gasped at his words, then found yourself briefly in the air as he threw you back on the bed. Hyunwoo tore his jacket off and finally brought his lips back to yours. His strong thigh jammed between your legs, rubbing against your core, covered only by your thin shorts. His large hand ran down your thigh, hitching it up to his and he grinded his growing hard on into you.
"Fuck." You whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. He stared at you intensely till he dipped back down, He latched onto the weak point on your neck, under your jaw, almost your throat. His mouth sucked hard then he bit the flesh making you shiver. You lay there and let him do whatever. He left scathing kisses, sucking bruises onto your skin. They were everywhere: your neck, shoulders -once your shirt was off- your chest, breasts, ribs, stomach. He avoided anything covered by your tiny shorts, giving you more marks on your inner thighs. Your skin was on fire, and you didn't think you cum with just that stimulation, but you were close.
Hyunwoo sat back on his knees, pulling his t-shirt over his head and never before had you been so enthralled. Your type was normally guys that had a dancer's body and were pretty, nothing like him. He was devastatingly handsome and while you normally wouldn't care for the taught pecs, ridged abs and sharp v-line of his hips…He truly did look like sex incarnate.
You wanted to sit up, reach for his belt, pull his pants down and let him fuck your throat. But he was in control, entirely. You weren't exactly ever a dominant lover, not really even a switch, but this time it was wholly up to him what happened. Your mouth watered at the sigh for the first time though, your romantic feelings fueling your sexual ones. He undid his belt and removed his jeans, his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. Was he always that big?
"Something wrong, pumpkin?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Due to your previous feelings, or lack-there-of, you never really gave him a good look. He was just your brother's stupid friend. You were getting a real good look in now.
"Y-you, uh…" Your mouth watered.
"Wanna taste?" He gripped himself over the fabric and you nodded quickly. He huffed in amusement. Despite the fact you loved a dick in your mouth, you had never done it to him. Didn't let yourself, lest you get hooked. He motioned with his head for you to come closer and you crawled across the bed to where he stood at the foot of it. Your bed was the perfect height to allow your face to be perfectly level with his cock. You let out a whimper and he titled his head, watching in amusement. With shaking hands, you reached for the waistband of his boxers and carefully pulled them off. Your mouth watered as he was revealed to you.
"Fuck." You exhaled, watching his dick bob in the air as he stepped out of his underwear. Wiggling your jaw back and forth, you thanked the stars that so many strep-throat tests as a kid killed your gag reflex. You couldn't believe that he had been inside of you before. It made you wonder if your stomach bulged from his girth.
"You just gonna stare?" He stepped closer and you scooched the little bit closer you needed to. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, Hyunwoo exhaled in relief, and you groaned at his taste. You rolled your tongue around him like a popsicle, and he tipped his head back with a sigh. Without going much further than the tip, you sucked hard and pulled back. This made him bury his hands in your hair to prevent you from going anywhere.
"What?" He tilted your head to look up at his face.
"Fuck me. My mouth." You cleared your throat, and he blinked in shock before a devious smirk broke out on his handsome face.
"Really? You sure?"
"Please, please-" You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and he slowly thrusted his dick into your mouth. The deeper he went the more saliva built up in your mouth, starting to drip. The head reached the back of your throat and he moved to pull back his hips, but you stopped him. Your hands flew to his behind, pulling him closer.
"Fucking hell, (Y/N)." His voice had a hint of a whine to it. He was the perfect length. Your nose hit his pelvis, his cock buried in your throat, but not too deep. While somewhat restricted, you could still breathe when he would pull back; that fact made your walls clench, aching to be filled as well. You shuffled a bit, splaying your knees more, lowering you just a bit. This let him angle his cock down a bit more and you looked up at him expectantly. He practically growled at this and began to thrust into your mouth. Tears spring to your eyes; you weren't sure if it was from what he was doing or the fact that it was happening at all. Drool dripped down your chin, tears from your eyes, and wet from your cunt. You wouldn't be surprised if when he came -down your throat preferably- that you too would climax. His thrusts picked up some, got shallower and his grip pulled at your scalp. The slight sting from your hair, the fat head of his cock battering your throat, and the taste of his precum was sending you into overdrive. While not one for sado-masochism or bondage, a little pain was nice. In the back of his mind, Hyunwoo marveled at the fact that you had not gagged yet. He was too focused on the wet vacuum of your mouth to think about it too much though. The sight of your lips swallowing his swollen cock over and over was orgasmic in itself, but the looking your eyes was what sent him over the edge. They were glazed over in pleasure; you already looked so fucked out.
"(Y/N), can I come inside?" He grunted out and you moaned, wanting nothing more.
"Ah fuck." His hips stuttered and you felt the hot, thick cum spray down your throat. He was so deep you almost couldn't taste his release, which…Just. Kept. Going. You swallowed what seemed like over and over and over before he was done.
Hyunwoo pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard. You caught your breath, finally getting a normal amount of air. Your core was quivering, and you knew you had cum as well from the amount of wetness stuck to the fabric of your shorts. That and your head was swimming.
"Oh, princess." He shook his head, breathing hard himself. You peered up at him with a dazed look and he had never seen you like this. He had seen you close to like this once, your true submissive nature blooming forth. He knew you would let him do anything he wanted, and man was there a lot he wanted to do to you. He had promised to fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was going to make good on it.
"What do you want me to do to you now, sweet?"
"Anything." You keened and he groaned. Then he remembered something. While you had never said it before, he knew you had a thing for hands. You had told him once he wasn't allowed to wear rings because it made his fingers look too good. How easily would you fall apart on his fingers? How many times could he make you come tonight?
"You still on the pill?"
"Yea."
"Good." He hadn't brought any condoms, not thinking this was going to happen when he left his apartment this morning.
"Scoot up." He ran the back of his finger over your cheek, still damp from tears and you scurried up the mattress. You lay back as he climbed over you; he watched you watch his hand move to your core. He raised an eyebrow as he stroked over the fabric of your shorts. You tended to get very wet very easily, but this was much more than usual.
"Did you cum?" He asked and you nodded sheepishly.
"Oh my god." He dove in, latching onto your lips, not caring that you had just been sucking him dry. Your teeth clacked against his from the messy kiss. His kisses moved from your mouth, down your neck and he settled on your throat again. You were already littered with hickeys, but he was ready to leave more. As he marked your further, he pulled your shorts off roughly, a slight ripping noise coming from the seams. He tossed the last piece of your clothing away, you never slept with underwear on. Finally, his fingers touched your bare pussy and you whined.
"Oh (Y/N)." He chuckled, burying two fingers in your hot cunt, his thumb finding your swollen clit. You released a long shaky moan, clenching around the digits. He found your weak spot quickly and your hips tilted up, your back arching. You wanted desperately for him to pull his fingers out and fuck you with his delicious cock already, but you refused to say anything. This was for him; he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would thank him. How had you not realized that this man was the sexiest one on the face of the earth? The pads of his fingers rubbed against your g-spot in just the right way, and it was driving you crazy. His two fingers moved separately, the way they curled and thrusted making the sensations unpredictable. He added a third and spread them, getting you ready for his huge cock. You could feel the strength in his hands, you felt his knuckles rub against your walls, and his palm grinded against your clit.
"H-Hyunwoo!" Your hands landed on his chest, your nails digging into the skin, your release building faster than either of you expected.
"Cum for me, sweet girl." And you did. The breath was knocked out of your lungs, flashes of white dotted your vision. You heard him chuckle, but it sounded like he was far in the distance, rumbling through the air and cutting through the ringing in your ears. When you came down from your high, your vision sharpened and you saw him smiling down at you. He came closer, bumping his nose against yours, touching his forehead to yours.
"I love you." he whispered, and you hitched a sob, reaching up to cup his jaw. Your thumbs stroked the arch of his cheekbones.
"I love you too." He kissed you softly, his fingers leaving your pussy. His hands cupped your thighs, hitching them up to wrap around his waist. You pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he stroked his cock against your cunt, fully hard again. Hyunwoo knew he was teasing you, rutting against you, covering his dick in your wetness but refusing to enter you.
"Please, please, please." You began to beg; you weren't even close to ashamed. You needed him inside of you, rearranging your insides, carving himself into you, ruining you for everyone else. His hands came up to yours that were still on his cheeks, wrapping his fingers around yours, and pinned them up by your head. With great dexterity, he shifted his hips and began to slip inside of you, still holding your hands. His lips hovered over yours, not quite meeting, your mouth hung open in a silent moan as he split you in half. Not only had it been a while since you two had sex; you hadn't gotten yourself off either. No fingers, no vibrator, nothing. He groaned as he settled deep inside of you. The head of his cock almost touched your cervix, your walls gripping him tighter than they ever had before. Your legs held him close, your ankles linked, it seemed your body refused to let him go. He just sat inside of you, giving you small kisses, letting your walls get used to the stretch. His cock was so deep, it felt like he was in your throat and the delicious burn of the stretch was addicting. It never felt this good before, you used to think the idea sex felt better the more you loved the other person was bull. No. You were in euphoria, and he hadn't even moved yet.
"Can I move?" he asked, resting his forehead on your collarbone. He really just wanted to fuck you into the mattress, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.
"Yes." you gasped out, preparing for him to knock loose your kidney but he barely pulled out and then slowly thrust back in, grinding his pelvis into yours. Even this slight movement knocked the wind out of you. The next thrust was a bit faster but just as shallow and his breath mixed with yours as he hovered over you. Not pulling out any further, his hips pumped hard, and you threw your head back. Hyunwoo moved his hands from holding yours to wrapping one around your wrists. His free hand moved to your lower back to shift you some. With your legs wrapped around his waist, when he sat up on his knees more your butt left the bed; he handled you into a near mating press. Somehow, he got deeper, and you knew if it was a thing, your cervix would be bruised.
"I don't think I can hold back anymore." He grunted; his eyes closed in concentration. What the hell were you in for if this was him holding back? He had never taken you like this before. You 'made love'. This, this was him fucking you, like he promised.
"Do what you want." you pled. He had stopped moving and you desperately needed him to keep going.
"You have anywhere to be the next few days?"
"No?"
"Good, because I don't want you to be able to walk when I'm done with you." He gave you a devious smirk, pulling away to rest back on his heels. His strong hands dug into the flesh of your thighs where they rested at his side, holding him to you. You let him move them and exhaled harshly as he forced your knees to your ears, completely and easily folding you in half. Still not moving his hips he leaned down so he could speak right into your ear.
"That pill better work good because I'm going to pump you full of my cum." He thrusted, hard. If your breath hadn't left your lungs, you would have nearly screamed. It wasn't a shallow hard thrust like before, no; he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. You could tell how tight your walls were clenching him, desperately trying to hold him in. Not able to tell what part of you wanted him more -your psyche, your heart, or your cunt- you just knew you never wanted him to stop.
"Hyunwoo-" You weren't sure if you could say anything but his name, but his next thrust stopped all thoughts.
"I want my hand shape to be bruised into your skin." He clenched your thighs under your knees.
Another thrust.
"I want to brand you with the feeling of my cock in your cunt so only I can ever satisfy you."
Thrust.
"I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment." As he recited every filthy desire straight into your ear, he pounded his fat cock so hard into your pussy, you thought he would split you in half.
"I want to paint your skin with my cum and then fill you back up again in the shower."
"I want to fill every part of you that I can. Your pussy, your womb, your mouth, your throat. If you let me, I'll even bury my cock in your ass and paint you white there too."
Your head swam with each word. He was always so sweet and soft before. This was different, he had turned into an animal, and he was determined to fuck you like one.
"I'll do it all. Everything I want. I promise, I will fuck you within an inch of your life."
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tinymoon-beam · 4 months
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AHAHAHA I ASKED ON THE WRONG BLOG please forgive Moonie. I’m a grandma trying to remember how to Tumblr I swear. But okay yes if you have the spoons and time I would love to know about the first time the littles get their stuffies because I love them and their stuffies so much 🥺
Lol it's ok! No worries 🩷🩷🩷🩷 this is just a quick little ramble. I will say the middles do have stuffies but they don't have specific ones that are comfort items like the babies.
They enjoy stuffies, especially squishmallows, but it's just not on the same level of that makes sense!
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Mountain got his bunny from Dew the first time he saw him regress. Before Dew was summoned it was rare (still kinda is but he has accepted it a bit more) and he would do it alone hidden in his room.
Dew kind of accidentally sees it happen one day (posted a bit about it a while back!) when Mount and Ifrit get into an argument one day and the earth ghoul is so upset he starts dropping as he walks away. Dew follows him and that's the first time he calls him Papi. He doesn't mean to, it just happens.
After that, Dew starts to look for things for the earth ghoul, things that might offer comfort and one day they are out and Dew sees a soft floppy bunny and it just seems right. He buys it and sneaks it into his room with a quick scribbled note.
Mountain shuffles into his room later that night with his bunny tucked up by his face and soft green eyes as he thanks his Papi for the gift.
He names him Jürgen (which means farmer or earth worker because this is just how my brain works)
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Dew's star is kind of just an accident. Cumulus was just trying out a pattern one day because she was bored, she figured she'd leave a few soft toys down in the infirmary for the children of the Abbey to have while they aren't feeling the best, to give them something to bring them comfort.
Dew had been having a horrible day, panic attack after panic attack, trapped deep in his mind, eyes black as he stared at the ceiling. Aether had him in his arms, rocking him and humming, finally getting him past the point of hyperventilation.
She had held the star up for Aether to see when it was mostly finished, giving its body a little squeeze. She doesn't see the way Dew's slowly clearing eyes land on the soft yellow.
When she finishes she brings it over for Aether to feel, it's soft just the right amount of squish and she's proud of it. Dew squirms when it gets close to him, his fingers squeezing his blanket.
Aether holds it for him to see, watching his hands slowly start to move up. When he manages to get ahold of it he holds it tight and shuts his eyes. It's his from that day forward.
Once he gets some words he calls her ella.
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Mountain gets Rains dinosaur for him. They had been snuggling one day, Rain reading a book and asking questions about all the different dinosaurs. Mountain asks which his favorite is and Rain happily points to the brontosaurus and Mountain reads all the facts to him.
He orders him the fuzzy little stuffy that night and when it arrives Rain crushes it to his chest with tears in his eyes, thanking Mountain and asking him to help pick the best name for an herbivore. Later he races into the kitchen, socked feet sliding across the floor as he cheers that he figured it out.
He names him Basil.
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The first stuffy Phantom gets its his bat. Swiss goes out of his way to find him something that just...resembles the little ghoul after he regresses the first time. He scrolls mindlessly on his phone and grins so wide when the little bats pop up. He picks one with constellations on its wings to tie into his connection to the stars.
Phantom's eyes go big when Swiss gives it to him. "I-I can really k-keep this?"
And Swiss hugs him so tight and makes it his mission now to find phantom more stuffies pretty much everytime he goes out anywhere. Cumulus makes his chocolate milk cow and Swiss stitches fangs to it and the little ghoul is very rarely without those two stuffies.
His bat is Drake and his cow is Count Chocula (because of course it is, it's his favorite cereal)
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dozing-marshmallow · 4 months
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Hi 👋 , could you write a fic of chris and wife! reader visiting his homeland of newfoundland and meeting his family. (btw you're like the #1 chris fanfic writer on this app, keep up the amazing work!!)
#1 Chris fanfic writer is a MASSIVE compliment, thank you so much!😳 this is a new request, but my brain was suuuuper fixated on it, so I hope you enjoy!💗
CHRIS MCLEAN AND WIFE! READER VISITING NEWFOUNDLAND ONE SHOT
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We're heading down to Newfoundland That rocky eastern shore!
That song’s been stuck in your head since you found out Chris was taking you on a private trip to his homeland.
You kiss his cheek,“You were such a sweetheart for bringing the contestants to your childhood home, Chris!”
He didn’t see what the deal was,“It’s nothing. You get to meet my mom and know Jerd a little more. The rest of the family aren’t important.”
“Hold up, Chris.” your grave sounding words draw him away from the window,“That sentence doesn’t feel right.”
“What do you mean?”
You weren’t gonna comment on Chris devaluing the position of his other family members, since it was his family, it was his business,“Well, we’re married... Doesn’t that mean I should’ve met them during our engagement or at the wedding?”
“Uh...” he chuckled,“There’s a reason why it’s us going to them, (Y/N).”
You put the pieces together,“I won’t ask anymore.”
Without Total Drama, this visit was a lot more ordinary yet unfamiliar. The smell of marine clogs your nostrils and seagulls’ squawks still active at this time of day clanged your ears.
Chris knocks on the barn door of his old home, opened by an auburn haired woman in a matter of seconds. Wrinkles lightens her face, almost like they mainly came from her constant joy rather than age as demonstrated with her loving greeting to Chris, making her title in his life clear.
Your anxiety in making a good first impression was compressed when she called your name more cheerfully, wrapping her arms around you,“Welcome welcome, I was wondering when Chris would finally bring ye home! Look at ya, Chris was right when he told me he married a bonnie lass!”
You looked at him for help. What did she say?
“She means an ugly cow.” by that look on his face, you knew he was teasing.
“Ohh patch aht, Chris! Ye ken what I meant when I said that.” his mother scolded him, turning back to you with a smile,“I meant yer a fine woman, love! Maybe too good for my wee Chris here.”
“Mommm...” now he knew how it felt hearing something dislikable, pouting at her,“You don’t mean that.”
“Aw stop yer whinin’, mac, it’s been a long time since yer introduced me to somebody I liked, hasn’t it?” she nudges him gently with her knuckle, addressing both of you,“Come in, I’ll fetch the Screech!”
Here was what the rest of the contestants didn’t get to see. A warm cabin-like house where most of the walls and stairs were made from logs. A lot of fish decor and though there wasn’t much interior walls, it was easy to tell where the kitchen and living room separated at. It was strange that Chris had not lived here for a long time, yet his scent was still so fresh among the furniture.
“Your mom is so nice, Chris!” you exclaim to your husband, looking around the well kept lounge, with three sofas and a coffee table,“You didn’t tell me she was so cheerful.”
He chuckles, shrugging,“Now you know where I get my smile from.”
And you recognised a duplicate of that smile in a photo frame, a teenage looking boy standing next to a woman who had a big resemblance to his mom. Both of them looked forward to the camera, appearing to be outside on a warm crowded day,“Was this you?”
He looks at it and nods,“That was on the final day of high school. It’s weird looking back on how I used to look without my stubble. I was still a hunk either way!”
You look at another frame, above the fireplace, of another younger Chris, dressed in a grey sweater and his hair medium cut. He looked about seven here,“Aww.. And this was you as a little boy. Your face was so round.”
He admires it,“It sure was. I remember shortly afterwards, I lost my first tooth.”
Then caught your eye, a time where he didn’t have any teeth: his mother, with much more frizzy hair and large hoop earrings, holding a baby close to her chin. They must have been at a beach, the woman’s vest being an appropriate choice for those outdoors.
“Aww, you were such a cute baby...” even with the low quality cameras had back then, you could still make out the the docile face Chris once had. You beamed at how he started off in the world as this beautiful baby boy.
He grins at the petting compliment,“The best thing on the planet was once so small you could pick him up in your arms!”
That’s still possible, but anyway! It was very clear his mom loves him, with a lot of moments of his childhood put up on show in her living room- you were happy that your husband had such a good relationship with one of his parents,“You love your mom a lot, don’t you?”
“How can’t I? She’s an amazing woman who’s done a lot for me. Probably the reason why I have some humanity left in this calamitous heart.”
Said woman returns back with a tray of four bottles of Screech,“Jerd should be here in ‘bout two shakes! Leave that bottle for him.”
“Thank you, mom.” though, he proceeded to walk out,“Bladder’s full.” Ah.
In the meantime, she invited you to have a seat on one of her comfy beige sofas. You decided to use this time to ask her some questions,“So... Ms McLean-“
“Katherine, dear!” your mother in law interrupts you kindly.
Your appreciation rose. She was as pellucid as when she first saw you come with Chris,“Thank you, Katherine. How long have you lived here in Newfoundland for?”
“Been living ‘ere before Chris was born! This is where his dad’s from and he wanted to stay so I figured I ought to come live with him.” Katherine replied, taking a sip of her Screech.
“Wow! And your accent is still very fresh.” you make an obvious comment on her heritage.
“Well lass, when yer getting old, it don matter where you are. Your roots will always wanna come back up to enjoy the review of yer life.” she winked,“I have learnt a bit about how these people in Newfoundland parts talk though! For example, they like to say “‘Ow’s she cuttin, me cocky?” as a way to say “How are you, my friend?” Funny, isn’t it!”
Your face stretches in surprise,“I never would have thought that was how they asked how you’re doing! Though, these kind of idioms are what makes cultures so beautiful and unique, right?”
“For sure!” her amused smile tones down to a very welcoming one as she put a hand on your shoulder,“Aw (Y/N). I really wished I was there to congratulate ye on the wedding day. I woulda loved to seen you in that lovely white dress.” her smile folds away, almost like she was lying to you...until she added,“My Christian on the other hand had to go looking like a pure bampot with all that gel he keeps using. Woman to woman, dae ye dig it?”
Before you could answer, her son returns to the living room, not pleased with the first words his embarrassed ears encountered,“Of course (Y/N) likes my hair! I totally looked way more gorgeous than I normally do on the wedding day, and that’s beyond science! Have you seen the photos?”
“Oh I saw everything.” you knew this was his mother for her to not be fazed at all by his self absorbed utterances,“That don’t mean ye should be using that damned gel every day! Dae ye ken what will happen if ye keep going? Yer gonna lose all this nice hair I used to comb for ye everyday and yer gonna be as bald as a nickel! And I know that’s not what ye want, but I canny tell ye what to dae, it’s yer life and I’ve done me part as yer mom while ye were a wee bairn.”
Chris didn’t like being told what to do, but he made very few exceptions to people’s advices, like from his mother,“Okaaaaay Ma... I’ll lay off the gel every two days. Happy?”
She kisses him apace,“That’s my boy!”
On cue, the short cousin arrives, looking identical to the first time you saw him from third season, in his sun coloured raincoat to his fiery red beard.
“Jerd!” Chris goes over to his ginger relative and clasps hands with him,“How you been?”
“Well, b’y!” he keeps his large genetic smile as he saw you,“Ah, the pretty lady! ‘Ow's she cuttin', me cocky?” he miraculously asked, enthusiastically shaking your hand.
“Best kind b’y, thank you!” never has been a better time to be prepared!,“We saved you a bottle of Screech.”
Jerd notices and he grabs it off the tray immediately,“Cheers! I’m just ‘bout gutfounded for some of this good o’ stuff!”
You weren’t thirty minutes in your stay at Newfoundland, but you already decided. You needed to visit them more often.
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For your consideration for follower milestone requests maybe too early to submit if so rain check but I was scared I would forget lol. But I would love to see in crush verse when javi and Isa get their first house/companion pet. They obvi love the farm animals but I am curious if they get a dog or cat? What kind? Who’s idea (fault) is it? 😂
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The Stray
Summary: Javi doesn’t want the dog.
Rating: Everyone
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“Isabel…”
“I know what you’re going to say — ”
“We already have farm dogs, barn cats, horses, cows, not to mention — ”
“Yes, but I saw Mrs. Diaz at the store and someone dumped these puppies at her farm and — ”
“That sounds like a Mrs. Diaz problem.”
“And there was only this little one left because — ”
“Because he’s so small. ”
“He won’t be much trouble.”
“What will we even do with him?”
Javier stands in the front doorway while Isabel sits on the couch in the front room, a small wiggling puppy in her arms that’s more fur than anything as Isabel stares up at Javier with those big brown eyes.
Damn it.
“Isa,” he says, kicking his boots off so he can cross the room and crouch down in front of her. “Don’t you think we probably have enough to worry about with…”
His eyes fall to her growing belly as he rests his hand there, a swell of nerves and excitement at knowing their first baby would be here in just a couple months. He’s only barely managed to get enough of the house put together so that they could move in.
Isabel sniffs, and he looks back up at her face in time to see the first tear slide down her cheek as she bites at her bottom lip in concern.
Great, you’ve made your pregnant wife cry. You jackass.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly, moving to sit on the couch beside her as the puppy eagerly attempts to clamber over and gain his attention. “Worry was the wrong word. I just meant… maybe it’s not the best time for a puppy?”
Isa nods, killing him since she looks truly miserable now as she looks down and gently strokes the puppy’s fur. “Yeah, maybe not. I just thought he looked so sweet and I thought maybe they could be friends? But you’re right. We can find a home for him. I already got him all his stuff so it’ll be easy to give him to someone.”
Javier glances into the corner where Isabel’s looking, sees the dog bed, bowls, and toys all already cozily arranged. He chuckles at himself.
Congrats, Peña, you have a dog.
“No, no,” he says, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her forehead. “No, it’s a good idea. We can keep him.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up as she brushes tears away, and the puppy takes advantage of her distraction to jump over into Javier’s lap. “Are you sure?”
“Mmhm, what will we name him?” Javier asks her, dodging licks to his face from the puppy. “Or did you already?”
Isabel grins. “His name is — ”
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Okay, Crush fam, you pick. What do they name their first pupper? Put ideas in the comments and I’ll put up a poll. ❤️
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weministertomonsters · 7 months
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𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡
The healing power of a vampire lies not in their blood, but their teeth. The extraction shop is brightly lit to combat the night outside, and it smells of old blood and a strange, musty smell that comes from the tiny jars filled with single fangs behind the counter. Those jars go for crazy prices, as you can see from their labels.
The young shopkeeper leans on the counter and frowns as you track mud on the floor as you step in. His hazel eyes flick up to meet yours, a little disdainful. You wince at the full assault of his handsome face.
"Sorry for the mess," you say, your countryside accent comes in strong. "I came straight from the night market."
"Yes, yes," the shopkeeper grunts, returning to carefully polishing empty glass jars. "What can I help you with?"
"My mother is terribly ill, and the doctor said nothing more can be done for her. I'm here as a last resort," you announce, keeping your chin high even as he stares at you doubtfully.
"Miss, you don't look like you have a penny to your name," he says, running a hand through his sleek, short black hair. "I wish I could offer help to everyone who needs it, but I have a business to run."
"Oh, I'm not asking for charity!" You tell him with a small, embarrassed laugh. "Isn't there any other way I can pay?"
"Unfortunately not," he replies crisply. "I can run this store perfectly on my own."
"You misunderstand me. Again." You decide to stop beating around the bush and take your chance with the truth.
You push up your sleeve slightly, turning your arm so your wrist is facing upwards. No other words need to be said. The shopkeeper licks his bottom lip and glances warily at the door of the shop.
"Did anyone see you come in?" He asks.
"No. I am discreet about it," you say firmly. "Please? For the price of just one fang."
He drums his fingertips nervously on the counter.
"Fine," he says. "You know how much to give?"
"I know my limits, yes. I assure you I can walk out of here without a twitch in my step. If I go against my word, you are free to throw me out onto the street."
"Very well. Do be careful, he may be weak, but he is cunning," the shopkeeper says. "Go now, before someone comes in. If there is someone here when you come back, act as if you are under my employ."
"Understood."
He lets you step behind the counter and through the back door, which leads down into the basement which is almost entirely dark, save for a single candle that is about to gutter out.
The shop above may look clean and sparkly with its jars of polished white fangs, but the setup below is paltry. There are enough cells to hold three vampires if the shopkeeper were to be so lucky. As it is, there is only one bloodsucker huddled in the far corner of the cell. The metal door is ajar but even if the vampire wasn't chained, he would not have had the strength to walk out by this point.
Giving vampires blood from the vein is illegal, and that is why extraction shops had to find other means of feeding them, usually with blood from cows. Vampires need more substantial fare than that, so no amount of cow's blood could sustain them for long. They withered and faded into nothing soon enough, dying off eventually.
You're not sure if this one is alive, and considering that vampires do not need to breathe, he has turned into a statue of sorts.
"Hello," you say, and adjust your volume when you hear your voice echo back at you.
"I have no fangs to give," a dry voice mumbles from between the vampire's knees. "They have not finished growing back."
"I'm not here to extract any," you murmur and step warily into the cage. "Can you bite me if you try?"
"No," the vampire replies, lifting his head to see who he is talking to.
His eyes take you in and he frowns.
"You're no extractor."
"Like I said," you huff. "I told the shopkeeper I would give you blood from my vein in exchange for a fang."
The vampire's eyes flood with red when he hears this, and he makes a keening sound in his throat.
"Come then," he demands, crawling towards you, his chain rattling after him. "Feed me."
You back away strategically. When the chain goes taut and you are out of his reach, he grows frustrated, grabbing the empty metal bowl he is fed with and flinging it at you.
"Do not lie to me!" He hisses. "Worthless human brat!"
The ruckus brings the shopkeeper down.
"What in god's name are you doing to him?" He demands as he descends the stairs. "You promised discretion!"
He enters the room, but you're nowhere in his sight and the vampire is raging in the cell, screeching and hissing curses as he pulls at his matted hair in wild hunger.
You emerge from the shadows with the hefty stick you had tied to your leg and concealed under your dress before you came to the shop. You swing it at the shopkeeper as hard as you can, just as he is turning to you. It connects with his face with a sickening crack, and he slumps to the floor, stunned.
"I will be needing more than one fang to keep my mother alive," you whisper, leaning over him. "This is the only way I can do that. Forgive me."
You hit him again on the head, and he groans and his eyes flicker shut. You lean over him to make sure he's still breathing, your heartbeat racing from exertion and from being so close to him. He smells nice-such a pity.
You straighten up and go to the vampire, who bares his blunt teeth at you. His fangs are barely peeking through his gums and are useless.
"You liar," he growls.
"Not quite," you say, and go to him, pressing a blade to your palm until the blood wells up steadily.
Despite his weak state, his grip is surprisingly strong as he snatches your hand up, forcing you onto your knees on the floor with him. He presses his lips to the source of the blood, groaning. He has lost the healing agent in his saliva, but you can still feel the slightest itchy tingle of your flesh trying to heal. You flex your hand to keep it open, counting the seconds down until you deem he has had enough to sustain him without making him stronger than you. Then you tear your hand away.
He tries to grab your arm, but you slap him across the face and stand up, putting some space between the two of you.
"That's enough!" You snap. "Unless you obey my instructions, I will leave you chained here to continue your miserable existence."
"Please," the vampire says, wiping the blood from his chin and then licking it off his fingers. "I'll do whatever you say, just take me from this place."
"We will have to sneak out the back door," you tell him. "And you will have to stick very close to me. Try anything funny, and I will use my stick on you. See this sharpened end? I will not hesitate to plunge it into your chest if you behave wildly."
The vampire blinks up at you.
"Very well, human," he rasps, possessing none of the charms a free vampire would. "I will do as you say."
He brings himself to his feet and comes to stand more than a head above you. Your only savior is his weakened state, otherwise, he could easily have you, and both of you know this.
You go back to the yet-unconscious shopkeeper to pat around for the keys to unlock the shackles on the vampire. There is a chance that as soon as he is loose he will take the risk of fleeing by himself. You make eye contact with him as the key turns in the lock of the first handcuff, and the second. You crouch down remove the shackles from his ankles and pause. He is now completely free.
The evening wind blows in through the tiny window in the corner and the shopkeeper groans as he begins to come to, but the vampire stays with you.
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starryeyedstories · 1 year
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Chapter One: Vecna’s Curse
Hocus Pocus series
Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!reader
Summary: Hocus Pocus AU. On All Hallows’ Eve, 1686, a terrible tragedy befell the town of Hawkins. 300 years later, your Halloween plans are about to go from chilling to spine-chilling.
Word count: 7000
Warnings: Mentions of deaths (animal and human), mentions of broken bones and hanging, swearing, horror elements and violence (on a similar level to the show itself)
A/N: I am so ridiculously excited to share this series with you all! Remember to reblog and let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next chapter (next week!!)
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All Hallows’ Eve, 1686, Hawkins, Indiana
Something was coming.
All day, Dart had felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, and more than once he had turned suddenly at the feeling that someone was watching him. Every time, he found himself inexplicably alone. As he went about the chores that his father had left him to take care of in his absence, he found that he was not the only one on edge. 
The horse would not move a single hoof from the stable when he tried to lead her out to the pasture. The cow would not stand still to be milked. It all had unease brewing in the pit of Dart’s belly, but it wasn't until he went to check on the chickens that the feeling that something was deeply wrong came to a head.
His little sister, Emily, should have fed the chickens that morning. It was her only chore, what with her being just seven years old, and she was dedicated to it. In recent weeks, she had been spending most of her time in the chicken coop rather than with her friends; their parents had been reluctant to let either of them leave the farm since the disappearances of five children in just two weeks had shaken the town. His protests that he was fourteen years old, nearly a man, had fallen on deaf ears. 
When he rounded the front of the farmhouse to where the chicken coop stood, he expected to find Emily sitting in the mud, chattering away to the birds. Instead, he was met with the sight of the birds piled neatly in the corner of the coop, their necks snapped with hardly a feather out of place, and his sister nowhere to be found. 
Dread crept down his spine like icy water. He called her name once, twice, thrice, and no response came. The wind whistling in the trees seemed to mock him with its eerie cries as he held his breath; Emily, sweet child that she was, would never voluntarily leave the farm when she had been forbidden to do so. 
The sound of a horse's hooves coming down the road had him running in its direction. It was surely his father who would know exactly what to do- perhaps he would even have Emily with him. Yes, that had to have been the answer: Emily had sensed their father returning and had left the farm to meet him on the road, and-
It was not his father. 
Elijah’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Dart, his friend, running at him as he rode down the road that connected his family’s farm with his own. He brought news, but Dart beat him to speaking as he reached his horse’s side.
“Elijah, did you see Emily on the road? She is gone.”
Suddenly Elijah’s news, sinister before, took on a darker meaning. 
“No, I have not seen her. But...” He trailed off, hesitant, and Dart grabbed at his wrist.
“What?”
“There is purple smoke rising from the Creel house chimney.”
Dart’s stomach plummeted into his boots.
The Creel house loomed in the centre of Hawkins, the only building on a street that children avoided and adults crossed themselves before hurrying along. Nothing, not even a daisy, grew in the garden that surrounded it; there were whisperings that the ground it was built on was cursed. The house was home to three sisters who rarely showed their faces in town, for which the townsfolk were grateful. It had been suspected for years- for generations- that the sisters were witches, and yet none had ever dared to outright accuse them. 
Vecna Creel was the eldest, and the only one of the three sisters whom Dart had ever seen for himself. She was taller than most of the men in the town, and twice as strong, if the rumours were to be believed. Just the previous winter, one of the elders of the town had passed away, an old woman whose arms and legs had never quite set straight after being broken; it had been decades since she had last spoken, but local legend was that her bones had been snapped in her youth by Vecna herself. The day that Dart saw the eldest Creel sister across the marketplace when he was just seven years old, he had woken up screaming in the night and told his parents that the woman had been in his dreams. 
Minerva Creel was the one that the townsfolk called the Mind Flayer. It was said that she could induce men to do her bidding with a single glance, so beautiful was she- or so powerful. 
The youngest of the three sisters was Demelza, who had not been seen in years- not truly, anyway. Whenever she did make a rare appearance in public, it was with her face obscured by the hood of her cloak and her hands covered by gloves that reached past her elbows. The town's children whispered that she was a demogorgon and that wicked fangs and claws were hidden beneath her wrappings. None alive had seen her without her coverings and so there were none who could say that it was true...or that it was not. 
In the weeks that had passed where a child seemed to go missing every other day, Dart and Elijah had observed to themselves that- on every occasion that a child vanished- strange purple smoke could be seen rising from the Creel house. The boys had murmured to each other behind their mother’s backs that the sisters were taking the children to eat or perhaps to boil in their potions, amongst other gruesome things which only fourteen year old boys could take delight in imagining. Until that point, it had been a casual suspicion, a scary story to tell each other in the build up to All Hallows’ Eve; with Emily nowhere to be found and the smoke dark against the pale autumnal sky, it was the most terrifying thought that either of them had ever had. 
“You don't think that-”
Once again, Dart cut Elijah off. 
“I hope I’m wrong.” Dragging a hand through his hair, he made up his mind. “Gather the townsfolk, tell them what’s happening, and bring them to the Creel house.”
He was already off running in the direction of town- and the dreaded purple smoke- before Elijah could process what he was saying. 
“But where are you going?” he called in confusion, already reining in his horse to turn back towards the town after his friend. 
“The Creel house! If they have Emily then there's no time to lose!”
Dart did not encounter a soul as he raced across town, the events of the preceding weeks and the fact that it was All Hallows’ Eve keeping people inside with their doors firmly locked. If folklore was to be believed, demons and the dead would be wandering the streets of Hawkins that night.
As he approached the looming darkness of the Creel house, he rather thought he believed it. 
There was an acrid taste in the air, the familiar scent of smoke combined with something not quite identifiable and not quite right, and the sight of the purple smoke up close had his stomach churning ominously. All of the windows in the house were in darkness save for one situated just a few inches above the ground, clearly looking into some kind of basement, and he crept towards it before fear could turn his legs to lead. Dropping to his knees and then onto his belly, he held his breath as he peeked through the dusty windowpane.
He found himself looking down into the kitchen of the Creel house, a room that seemed to take up the entire basement of the building. The wall opposite him was lined floor to ceiling in shelves, crammed with jars and bottles of every size and colour and filled with things he could not and did not want to identify floating in liquid. In the centre of the room, a cauldron large enough that he could have comfortably climbed inside it was suspended over a roaring fire, a dark green liquid as thick as molasses bubbling lazily within. A few feet away stood the Creel sisters, the cloaks and gloves with which they usually obscured their features nowhere to be seen, but he was too distracted by what they were gathered around to take in their appearances.
Bound to a chair with ropes thick as vines, surrounded by the sisters, was Emily.
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Halloween, 1986, Hawkins, Indiana
“Okay...then what happened?”
“No. One. Knows,” Dustin Henderson finished dramatically, his eyes wide as saucers as he rested his elbows on the counter of Family Video, “Dart was seen by a neighbour entering the Creel house, but by the time Elijah arrived with the townsfolk all they found were the sisters and Emily’s body. They say though that there’s a black cat that guards the Creel house every Halloween to stop anyone bringing the witches back to life, and that the cat is actually Dart, cursed by Vecna to an immortal life of guilt that he didn’t manage to save his sister.”
Steve Harrington, leaning on the other side of the counter, frowned in confusion. 
“They say? Who’s they?”
“Local...historians?” Dustin's voice cracked on the second word and Steve snorted.
“So you mean conspiracy theorists. It’s a bunch of bullshit, man.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! You can believe in the Upside-Down but you can't believe in witches?”
“Uh, yeah, because I’ve seen the Upside-Down,” Steve pointed out, “That does not mean I have to believe in women flying around on broomsticks and wearing pointy hats and turning kids into cats.”
Dustin crossed his arms. “But what if they're the same thing?”
“I...what?”
“Think about it, Steve!” he encouraged his older friend, “Disappearing kids, check. Unexplained animal deaths, check. One spot in town acting as a hotspot for activity, check. My theory is that the witches came from the Upside-Down, and that when the townsfolk hanged them, the curse that Vecna cast saying that they’d be brought back to life was actually her saying that by killing them they’d be returning them to the Upside-Down, where they could come back from one day. Apparently there’s this candle in the Creel house that Vecna said would bring them back if it was lit. It must be some kind of way of opening a gate to the Upside-Down.”
“Wow.”
Dustin glared at him. “I know that's your sarcastic wow.”
“I’m glad, because otherwise I’d think you'd lost your mind, Henderson.” Chuckling, Steve reached over to ruffle the younger boy’s curls to annoy him even more. “The Creel sisters are a fairy story that parents in Hawkins tell their kids so that they’re too scared to break into the Creel house and trash it on Halloween. If they were even real, they were just three women who were accused of witchcraft because the town didn’t like them. Don’t overthink it, man.”
Dustin opened his mouth to keep arguing but at that moment the door to the store, previously occupied only by the two boys, swung open and you entered. The younger boy’s expression became instantly smug and Steve glared at him in warning. 
You had moved to Hawkins with your parents at the beginning of July and Steve had had a crush on you ever since. Working at the arcade next door to Family Video meant he bumped into you most days and he had yet to manage a single conversation with you in which he didn’t embarrass himself, much to the amusement of Dustin from whom you lived across the street and chatted to every day. As you approached the counter, smiling at the sight of the boys, Steve determinedly ignored the way Dustin was pumping his eyebrows suggestively at him. 
“Hi, guys!” you greeted them cheerfully, “How’s it going?”
“Hey, happy Halloween!” Dustin said before Steve could say a word. You smiled at him.
“Happy Halloween! I saw your decorations outside your house this morning. They look awesome!” you told him, “I love the witch scarecrow on the lawn.”
“Yeah? It’s inspired by the Creel sisters,” Dustin replied, his grin widening as he glanced at Steve and saw the older boy rolling his eyes.
“Seriously, dude, you need to move on,” he told him. 
Confused, you looked from one boy to the other. “Who are the Creel sisters?”
“Don’t ask him,” Steve advised you, “Seriously, you’ve probably got plans and he’ll keep you here all day.”
You chuckled. “My Halloween plans consist of eating too many sweets and watching shitty horror movies on my own, so I’ll bite. Who are the Creel sisters?”
Steve groaned, letting his head fall into his hands as Dustin excitedly launched into another rendition of his story, this time leaving out his theory about the Upside-Down. There hadn't been an incident in over a year and so there had never been any reason to tell you the lesser known history about the town. Steve just hoped you would never have to know about any of it. 
“I had no idea about any of that,” you commented in awe as Dustin finished his tale, “I’ve walked past the Creel house so many times too! I wonder what it’s like inside it now.”
“Why don't we go tonight?” Steve suggested suddenly, surprising himself.
Judging by the looks on your face and Dustin’s, he had surprised the two of you too. It must have been something in the air, he told himself, some kind of Halloween magic giving him the courage to finally ask you to hang out. 
“You wanna visit the Creel house?” you asked hesitantly, “Isn't it, like, all locked up? And...scary?”
Steve grinned, crossing his arms in the way that he knew made the short sleeves of his polo shirt cling to his biceps; behind you, Dustin rolled his eyes in disgust. 
“I’m sure it's nothing we can't break through,” he told you, raising his eyebrows in challenge, “So? You in? Or are you too chicken?”
You raised your eyebrows right back at him, determinedly keeping your eyes on his own rather than on his exposed arms. 
“Alright, I'm in. Pick me up at seven?”
He grinned at you.
“You got it.”
“I guess I won’t need a movie then,” you said, stepping away from the counter, “I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight,” he repeated, unable to keep the giddy smile from his face as he watched you leave the store. 
He couldn't believe that he'd finally done it, he’d finally asked you out. It was perfect. He’d pick you up in his car, and maybe you'd get cold and he’d be able to give you his jacket, and maybe you'd even get scared and want to hold his hand. Halloween, never his favourite holiday, was starting to look increasingly promising.
Dustin's fingers snapping in his face dragged him unwillingly from his daydream.
“Dude, are you nuts?” he demanded. 
“Hey! You’ve been on at me to ask her out since she moved here,” he protested, but Dustin continued. 
“Yeah, so ask her to the movies like a normal person! What part of inviting a girl to break into a house that’s possibly a gate to the Upside-Down- which she doesn't know exists, by the way- and almost definitely haunted screams romance to you?” He shook his head as though in absolute disbelief at his friend's stupidity. “I can't believe you're making us go.”
Steve frowned. “I never said anything about you coming.”
“Uh, it’s my theory, asshole. If you’re gonna be an idiot and put it to the test, the least you can do is let me watch so I can rub it in your face when I’m right as usual.”
“You’re a little shit. You know that, right?”
Dustin beamed at him.
“I sure do! Pick me up at seven, yeah?”
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7pm
Steve had been planning in his head exactly how he was going to knock on your door and greet you the entire drive to you and Dustin’s street. He’d had a line about how cute you looked prepared- because you always looked cute- for when you answered the door, but he never got the chance to use it. As soon as he pulled up outside your house, he saw the curtains twitch and your smiling face appeared for a second before your front door opened and you were hurrying down the driveway towards his car. He only just had time to lean over and open the passenger door for you. 
“Hi!” you greeted him excitedly, beaming at him. 
Oh, you did look cute. He was fairly certain that his heart was going to burst from his chest at the sight of you in his car, wrapped up in a too-big denim jacket and with a bright red scarf looped round your neck. 
“Hey,” he managed to respond, “You ready to go see some ghosts?”
Giggling, you let your head fall back against the headrest. “Absolutely not. I can’t believe I agreed to do this. I’m not ready to be eaten by a ghost!”
He grinned at you. 
“I don’t think they eat pretty girls, so you’ll be fine.”
Your lips parted in surprise at his smooth comment; he'd surprised himself too. He found himself holding his breath as you sat a little more upright, your lips twisting with the effort of holding back a smile before you opened them to respond.
Before you could get a word out, however, the back door on the driver’s side opened abruptly and Dustin climbed noisily into the car, wriggling his arms out of the straps of a bulky backpack. You looked at Steve in confusion and found that he was already looking at you apologetically.
“Let’s hope they do eat fourteen-year-olds,” he grumbled, and you bit your lip to stop yourself giggling. 
“Hi again, Dustin,” you said politely, “I didn’t realise you were coming tonight.”
“I didn’t want to but Steve begged me to, just in case he gets scared.” He leaned over your seat to ruffle Steve's hair who batted him off indignantly. “Isn’t that right, Harrington?”
“Yeah, yeah, put your damn seatbelt on.” Glancing at you again, he mouthed a “sorry” in your direction and you shook your head with a small smile.
“How come you didn’t pick me up at my door anyway?” Dustin was asking as Steve started the car and turned it back out of your street, “I had to walk.”
“You live across the street, dude. Jesus Christ.”
It had been confusing when you’d first met the pair, the big brother and little brother dynamic they had going, but you loved it. No matter how grumpy Steve tried to be, you could tell he really cared about Dustin. It was sweet.
As the car turned onto the main road into the centre of Hawkins, Steve glanced across at you.
“So, how have you been liking Hawkins so far?” he asked.
“You can say it’s a shitty place to live if you want,” Dustin chimed in from the back, “We won't be offended.”
Chuckling, you shook your head.
“Actually, I like it here. I didn’t love living in the city, but it’s nice and quiet here. There’s less drama.”
You didn’t see Steve and Dustin making pointed eye contact in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, nothing interesting ever happens in Hawkins,” Dustin agreed, “You moving here was the last exciting thing.”
You snorted. “You’re sweet, Dustin, but I really doubt that.”
“He’s not joking,” Steve told you, “The last new face we had in Hawkins was when Nancy’s mom got botox.”
You couldn't help the surprised burst of laughter you let out at that and he grinned to himself at having made you laugh, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in celebration. 
“What about you?” you asked curiously, “Think you’ll ever leave?”
He shrugged, returning his eyes to the road. 
“I dunno. I guess I’ll wait and see how much I have to keep me here in the future.”
You nodded in understanding. “That's fair.”
“Steve can't leave Hawkins until I have my driver’s licence anyway,” Dustin interjected.
You and Steve shared an amused look. 
“Looks like you’ve already got a lot keeping you here,” you commented, and he stuck his tongue out at you to make you grin again.
The drive through town took no time at all, what with everyone either staying home or going out trick-or-treating. By the time Steve turned the car onto the street that housed your destination, it had been ten minutes since you'd last seen another person out on the streets.
The Creel House loomed dark against the sky, the last wisps of orange light clinging to the dark blue as the sun slowly set. A chill ran through you as you stepped out of the car, and you were sure that it was only partly to blame on the wind. You found yourself staying close to Steve as the three of you climbed the few steps leading to the front door and found it locked. 
“What now?” you asked hesitantly, eyeing the windows above you on the first floor. You were rather scared that you were going to see a face staring back at you and so returned your gaze to the door. 
Steve gave the door an experimental push and you heard the wood creak. A few seconds later, he shoved it hard with his shoulder once, twice, and on the third time the door gave way, swinging into the dark house with a pathetic groan. He turned to you with a grin, gesturing inside.
“After you.”
“You first,” you retorted, trying to hide the fact that you actually were quite scared. 
“Cowards,” Dustin said, pushing past the two of you and heading inside. 
Steve rolled his eyes at the boy's back before following him. Taking a deep breath for courage, you stepped through the doorway. 
“Woah,” Dustin commented in awe, and you had to agree with him.
The entrance hall was a large room with a high ceiling, a grand staircase climbing up and around the perimeter of the room to reach the upper floor. The air had a stale aroma to it, and you did your best to ignore the faint scurrying of what you hoped were only mice in the darkness. Squinting, you saw that the open door on your left seemed to lead to some kind of parlour room; the only other door was beneath the staircase and shut. 
A thud from your right had you letting out a startled gasp before you could realise that it was only Dustin, dumping his backpack on the ground and unzipping it. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you and you forced yourself to relax your shoulders. 
“Here you go,” Dustin was saying as he held out a flashlight to you, another in his hand as he returned his bag to his back. You took it gratefully and switched it on, the beam of pale yellow light making you feel instantly safer. Steve frowned.
“Where’s mine?”
“I only have two. And I kinda thought I could count on you to bring your own flashlight by now.”
“We can share, Steve,” you said quickly before an argument could break out. 
He gave you a knowing smile. “You just don't wanna go off on your own.”
“And?” you asked in challenge. He shrugged. 
“Lead the way.”
As it was, Dustin took it upon himself to lead the way into the parlour. It was as though the house’s occupants had simply left one day and never come back- three armchairs still stood in a semi-circle around the fireplace, a book balanced on one of the cushions as though it had been set down with the expectation that it would soon be picked up again. Pulling the cuff of your jacket over your hand, you picked it up and pointed your flashlight at the dusty cover. You felt Steve coming up behind you, his chest almost pressed to your back as he peered over your shoulder at the book. 
“Malleus...Maleficarum,” he read aloud with some difficulty.
“The hammer of witches,” you translated for him, frowning, “Not exactly what you’d expect three apparent witches to read, is it?”
“Maybe it’s ironic?” he suggested, and you chuckled.
Only Steve Harrington could make you laugh in the scariest place you'd ever been in your life. 
“Or they read it so they knew what not to do so that no one would suspect them,” you said dramatically, holding the flashlight under your chin to light up your face, “That way they could keep eating kids and turning them into cats.”
He snorted at you and swiped the flashlight from your hand. 
“Don’t tell me you believe in that stuff too. I was really starting to like you.”
You raised your eyebrows at him. “You really like me, huh?”
The glow from the flashlight really added to his deer-in-the-headlights expression. He was saved from responding by Dustin’s voice from the hallway.
“Uh, guys? You might wanna come look at this.”
He held your gaze for another few seconds, as though he really didn’t want to be the one to look away first, before swallowing hard and turning to go and find Dustin. Biting your lip, you followed him out to the entrance hall where you found the two boys standing facing the staircase.
“What's going on?”
Dustin looked at you, his expression unreadable, before he nodded to where he and Steve were pointing their flashlights. For a few moments, you couldn't be sure what the issue was, but when you spotted it you felt your stomach sink horribly.
The door beneath the stairs, previously shut, now stood wide open.
“That...wasn’t you?” you asked unnecessarily, feeling suddenly cold as you stepped closer to Steve.
Dustin shook his head. “I heard it open while you guys were looking at that book.”
“Did you see anyone?” Steve asked, and the younger boy shook his head again, “Looks like something wants us to go down there.”
You caught his sleeve as he stepped towards the door.
“Seriously? That...that doesn't make you wanna leave?” you asked in disbelief, still eyeing the open door warily, “I meant it when I said that I don’t wanna get eaten by a ghost, Steve.”
His free hand covered yours and squeezed reassuringly.
“And I meant it when I said you'll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.” When you still looked nervous, he squeezed your hand again. “We can leave if you really want to.”
The look in his eyes was completely earnest. Taking a deep breath, you looked from his hand on yours to Dustin's hopeful expression to the open doorway and- finally- back to Steve’s eyes.
“Let's go check it out,” you said shakily, trying to sound braver than you felt, “But then we’re leaving.”
Steve grinned at you proudly. “Atta girl.”
He turned away to walk towards the open doorway before he could see the stunned expression on your face at his words, a fact for which you were grateful. Dustin, however, shone his flashlight in your face and shook his head in disapproval to let you know that he had definitely caught you. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you hurried after Steve before he could say anything.
You'd rather be eaten by a ghost than have to talk to Dustin about your feelings for Steve.
The doorway led to a wooden staircase which you could see led into the corner of a room before turning ninety-degrees and continuing down to the floor. You clung to the cold stone walls as you descended carefully, peeking cautiously into the room as you reached the point where the staircase turned. Steve noticed you at that point and held his hand out unnecessarily to help you down the last few steps. You could balance just fine by that point, the light from his flashlight helping you find your footing, but you took his hand anyway. It made you both smile shyly until Dustin joined you and you looked away hastily to take in the room.
It was a kitchen and, like the parlour upstairs, looked as though as it had been unexpectedly abandoned one day. An enormous black cauldron stood in the centre of the room, suspended over a pile of untouched firewood, as though someone had planned to light it and forgotten. Three broomsticks leaned against the wall and you tried not to let yourself get carried away with thoughts of witches. Dustin shone his torch at the far wall and the light bounced off of shelf upon shelf of jars and bottles, coated with thick dust that hid their contents. The beam settled on a roughly carved wooden podium, on top of which sat a large leather-bound book. The two of you approached it curiously. 
“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered, noticing the intricate clasps on the front of the book as you traced your finger along the spine, frowning when you didn’t find a title or author hidden beneath the dust, “This is Vecna Creel’s spell book.”
“Fuck off, man,” Steve called from the other side of the room, “It’s probably just a cookbook.”
“I’m telling you, it’s Vecna’s book. Look at the weird colour of the leather! It’s bound in human skin!”
You froze, staring in disgust at where your hand was splayed open on the front cover of the book. 
“You couldn't have led with that fun fact?” you asked through gritted teeth, wiping your palm gingerly on your jeans. Dustin had the decency to look apologetic. 
“What's this then?” Steve called, pointing to an item on the shelf in front of him. 
It was a candle, short and stubby, the wax black as night. It didn’t look like anything remarkable, but Dustin gasped at the sight of it.
“Dude. That’s the black flame candle.”
“What’s the black flame candle?” you asked in confusion. 
Dustin wheeled round to face you and you reached out gently to point his flashlight away from your face, having been temporarily blinded by its beam.
“When the witches were hanged, legend says that Vecna Creel cast a curse that on Halloween night they could be brought back from the dead if someone lit that candle,” he told you urgently. 
An amused snort from Steve had you both turning back to look at him. He was dangling a lighter from between his fingers. 
“Wanna do the honours?” he asked you with a grin.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” you replied mildly. 
He shrugged and made to switch the lighter on; Dustin made a sudden noise of protest. 
“Steve, don’t.” The younger boy’s face was surprisingly serious. “Remember what we talked about.”
Confused, you looked at Steve. “What’s he talking about?”
“It’s nothing,” he reassured you before looking at Dustin, “Seriously, Dustin, it’s fine. Look.”
He lifted the lighter to the candlewick and you found yourself holding your breath, despite the logical part of your brain telling you that nothing was going to happen. Before the flame could take, however, a black blur shot at Steve’s arm and knocked it away from the candle, all three of you screaming in terror. You and Dustin had grabbed each other in fright and it took you a few seconds to spot what the blur was, now that it had landed on the floor near Steve.
The black cat was unusually large, and there was something strangely human about the way it was staring up at Steve; if you didn’t know better, you would have said that it was glaring at him. Dustin, still clinging to you, stared at it in horror.
“It’s Dart,” he whispered, “The boy that Vecna cursed.”
“It’s a stray that wandered in when we did,” Steve said firmly, although he couldn't quite hide the wary way he eyed the cat, “There are no witches, no immortal cats, and no curse. Look.”
And, before he could be stopped by anyone- feline or human-, he lit the candle.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. You patted Dustin’s shoulder reassuringly and stepped out of his arms, giving Steve a shaky smile; you'd all gotten too caught up in the Halloween spirit and let it go to your heads. 
“Let’s get out of here,” you suggested.
As you spoke, you all froze as the flame of the candle changed suddenly from yellow to blackest black. A second later, the flashlights blinked and then went out completely, plunging the kitchen into almost complete darkness save for the faint wash of moonlight coming from the single window. The cat raised its hackles and hissed; in the darkness, you felt Dustin take your hand in fear. 
“Can we please get out of here now?” he whispered, his voice trembling. 
You couldn't see Steve but you could feel all three of you holding your breaths. It felt as though the house was doing the same, waiting for something to happen. 
None of you wanted to know just what that would be. 
You let out a scream as flames burst to life beneath the cauldron from nowhere, the sudden flash of orange briefly illuminating the entire room and showing you that Steve was still standing on the other side of the kitchen, his face showing pure terror. As the flames settled, he rounded the cauldron to join the two of you.
“We need to go,” he said urgently. At that moment, you all looked up at the ceiling, a terrible orange light visible through the cracks coming from upstairs. The two boys exchanged a look that you didn’t understand the significance of and Steve grabbed your hand, starting to pull you towards the staircase. “We really need to go.”
The sound of the door at the top of the stairs opening with a slow creak froze all three of you in place, and you stared at each other in pure horror at the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps on the stairs. 
“Hide.”
Dustin, shorter than you both, darted for the cabinet on the other side of the room and crouched behind it. Steve dragged you beneath the staircase with him, quickly putting himself between you and the room at large, and lifted his finger to his lips to tell you to keep quiet. His heart broke at the sight of your eyes, wide with fear, and he tried desperately to communicate with his own eyes his earlier promise that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. 
As the footsteps descended the stairs, though, he couldn't help but wonder if that would be within his power. 
“Sisters, our time has come,” rasped a terrible voice, like the screech of a thousand nails on a blackboard, “The candle has been lit and our power restored.”
“Not all of our power,” chimed in a second voice, more like a growl than the first, “The centuries have left my claws in need of sharpening.”
“Let us find the one who lit the candle and you can sharpen your claws on their bones, Demelza,” came the third and final voice, a terrible silken whisper that Steve felt chilling his blood. 
He pressed you further back into the shadows at the name; Dustin had been right. Oh God, he had been right, and Steve had brought this on you all. 
“I can smell him,” Demelza growled, “He is close by, and trembling with fear.”
With your face pressed into Steve’s shoulder, you couldn't see the witches as they moved towards the light of the fire. If you had been able to see, you would have surely let out a terrified whimper at the fiery hair and burning red eyes of Vecna, and the wicked claws of Demelza, and the terrible beauty of Minerva, her eyes cold as ice and her lips red as though with blood. Steve tasted bile at the rope marks still visible on all three of their necks after three hundred years.
“Tell us who we are hunting, Minerva,” Vecna ordered, “We must greet our guest.”
Minerva’s eyes flashed suddenly white.
“A boy. He is young.” Steve held his breath. “Fifteen, at the most.” Her head snapped suddenly to the right, away from where he was hiding with you, and he felt his stomach plummet to the floor. “He is hiding behind the cabinet.”
It was your turn to have to keep Steve quiet as he opened his mouth to let out a horrified yell at the sight of Demelza and Minerva lunging for the cabinet and dragging a struggling Dustin from behind it, their hands gripping his arms and holding him in place with ease as he cried out. Your palm covered Steve’s lips just in time, your eyes silently communicating that the two of you getting caught at that moment was not going to help Dustin. In that moment, the witches thought that Dustin was alone, and that was about your only advantage over them. He nodded once in understanding and tried not to miss the feeling of your hand on his face as you removed it. 
“Tell me, child,” Vecna rasped, her voice strangled as though the noose was still around her neck, “What is the year?”
You and Steve noticed with a terrified sense of pride that Dustin was determinedly keeping his eyes on the creature in front of him so as not to give away your hiding spot.
“Nineteen eighty-six,” he answered, his lisp more exaggerated than usual in his fear. 
The witches responded with various noises of acknowledgement. Movement behind them caught Steve’s eye; the black cat was still in the kitchen. He watched in confusion as it seemed to nod at something next to him. Looking to his left, he spotted a long paddle made of solid wood, something he supposed must have been used to steer the awful concoctions brewed in the cauldron before him. Realisation dawned on him and he squeezed your waist gently to get you to let go of him as, not taking his eyes off of the witches’ backs, he reached slowly for the makeshift weapon. 
“Sisters, are you not simply starving after three centuries?” Demelza was growling hungrily.
“How thoughtful of the child to linger for us to feast,” Vecna declared with a terrible glee, reaching for Dustin with a clawed hand.
“Feast on this, bitch.”
Your jaw dropped as Steve swung the paddle at Vecna, the wood colliding with her back with a satisfying thwack. As she fell to the floor, her sisters released their holds on Dustin and you reached your hands out to him desperately to encourage him to run. You gathered him into your arms and pushed him behind yourself as you watched Steve twirl the paddle in his hands before hitting out at Demelza and Minerva in turn, knocking them both back to the ground where they lay groaning by Vecna. He turned and saw the two of you still standing in awe.
“Fucking run!” he yelled.
He didn’t have to tell you twice. 
You pushed Dustin ahead of you up the stairs, glancing back only to make sure that Steve was following you. He was distracted, however, by a male voice calling his name. His eyes darted around the room in confusion before, finally, settling on where the black cat was sitting on top of the spell book. 
“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” he said in disbelief. 
“Take the damn spell book!” the cat ordered him, looking at where the witches were beginning to stir on the floor, “Now!”
Shaking off the surreality of the situation, Steve darted back into the room to grab the book and decided not to complain when the cat leapt onto his shoulders, its claws digging into his skin through his jacket. Dustin always told him to pick his battles and he was not up for picking one with a cat at that particular moment.
You and Dustin had reached the car outside by the time Steve caught up to you with the book and the cat. You barely batted an eyelid as he tossed you the book before fumbling in his pockets for his car keys, unlocking the door with shaking fingers for you all to climb in. The cat leapt over the back of your seat into the back with Dustin as the engine roared to life and Steve floored it, turning the car out of the street. Looking back out of the rear window, all three of you saw the bright purple smoke billowing from the chimney of the Creel house as it disappeared from view with the turn of the car. 
“Is everyone okay?” Steve asked, and you stared at him, dumbstruck. 
“I fucking told you, man!” Dustin yelled from the backseat before you could even think of anything to say, “I told you it was a gate, I told you not to light the candle, and what did you do? You lit the fucking candle and opened the fucking gate!”
“Oh, excuse me for not believing your fairytale-ass theory before, Henderson!” Steve spat back, “I’ll get you a badge that says you’re a fuckin’ genius just as soon as we’re not running for our lives. Will that help?”
“If you'd just listened-”
Your mind finally processed what they were saying. 
“I’m sorry, am I hearing this right? You guys knew that was going to happen?” you demanded, staring at the two boys incredulously. 
They looked at each other guiltily through the rearview mirror, clearly having another of those silent conversations that you couldn't follow. You twisted in your seat to glare at them both as Steve turned the car back onto the main road. 
“Explain. Now.”
A/N: I really hope you loved this first chapter and that you’re excited for the next one, which will be out next Monday!! Please, if you did enjoy it, let me know! I hope you have a wonderfully spooky week xxx
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So, today I saw this yt short of a woman who's talking about her Arabian husband who when told that they were out of organic honey went out and came back with 10-11 big gallon bottles of honey and a whole honey comb.
And I was like that's such a Cyno thing to do?
Like you can't tell me that Cyno wouldn't be over the top with showing his dedication to his family, even if those acts of love may be a little excessive.
Because if I can think of one man from Genshin Impact that when asked to buy milk from the store would come back with a year worth of milk and a cow, that would be Cyno.
And he would be so nonchalant about it all.
Tighnari is equal parts stressed, amused and endeared.
Tighnari would tell cyno that his favorite tea was running low and ask if he could go to the store to buy some more and General Mahamatra will come back with two 1kg bags of tea and oh, while he was out he also bought a plot of land in Liyue where the said type of tea is harvested and yes it is under Tighnari's name.
Now suddenly Tighnari is the owner of a tea business.
He just wanted his damn tea.
Collei would say something about wanting a new type of equipment for her bow or a particular book she would like to learn how to read and boom the next day she would have the said equipment or the book, but guess what the book was from a series which has 11 other books so Cyno buys all 12 books plus they are all signed by the author.
I just want to say that Cyno would be so unhinged when it comes to spoiling his family and I think that's so great. that's it
(Also imagine the poor author being woken up at 3 in the morning by a very murderous looking General Mahamatra, please don't mind him that's just his default face he means no harm, asking them to sign the books for his daughter.)
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And Then There Were Three
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josh kiszka x fem!reader
rating: E for Everyone
warnings: nothing srs, dad!josh fluff :,)
"Joshua?"
"Yes, my darling?"
"We're going to get pulled over."
He hummed from the front seat, gleefully ignoring your words. He shook his head slightly, "Sweetie, there is literally a newborn baby in my car. She is 4 days old. I am NOT going over 20."
You groaned, but any frustration you felt towards your well-meaning boyfriend melted away at the small baby sleeping peacefully next to you. A beautiful baby girl, Juniper, the culmination of you and Josh's love for each other. After hours and hours in labor, your nine months had paid off, and now was the return home. Karen and Kelly had spent every day in the hospital with you, keeping you and Josh company and spewing out advice. Jake, Sam, and Danny had promised to stay away for the time being, letting you and Josh get settled into your new life for a few days before taking on their typical uncle duties. She was asleep for now, but you knew this peaceful silence could end at any moment. It was one of the first things Karen had said when you announced your pregnancy, "That's going to be one loud baby."
Thankfully the drive from the hospital was relatively short, albeit a little longer this time because of Josh's cautious driving. He brought the car to an achingly slow stop, gently closing his door before coming over and opening the back car door. There was a moment when he paused, looking down at your daughter with wide eyes then back at you. "Can you get her, please?" he asked quietly.
You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Joshua, I just gave birth. Please get the baby out."
He stood there, his hands moving around the car seat, trying to find out how to take it out.
"Joshua, your mom showed us how to do this three times-"
"Ahah! Got it!" His face contorted into one of his classic goofy smiles. He gingerly lifted it up and out of the car while you got out on your side.
He whisper-shouted over his shoulder for you to just leave the baby bag in the car, that he would get it later. You made a beeline to the couch, sitting for a moment as your legs were still a bit weak. Josh had disappeared to Juniper's room and you could hear him shifting around in there, no doubt laying her down in her crib. You smiled, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You had done it, and Josh had been there for every single step. You thought you were the luckiest girl, having such an amazing person by your side.
The moment of bliss was interrupted by an eruption of crying, shrilly and loud. There was a quiet hiss, followed by Josh muttering soothing phrases in an attempt to calm down your daughter. You groaned and willed yourself to stand, padding your way to the baby's room. You paused in the hallway, leaning against it, your arms crossed. Joshua was holding your crying baby against his chest, now rid of a shirt. Little Juniper was still crying, though a little quieter, her sobs echoing off her father's chest. Josh's eyes were closed, focused on humming softly to her in time to his small, soothing bounces.
You could've died, right there, perfect and happy. You were overcome with emotion, the sight in front of you making your body run warm. After a few moments, the tune of the song rumbling in Josh's chest had lulled your baby back to a sense of calmness. She sniffled softly and Josh opened his eyes, looking down at her. He gently began to lay her down in her crib, grinning down at her in affection. You came up behind him, snaking your arms around his middle.
In each other's arms, you both stood there, looking down at your precious Juniper. Josh, of course, had suggested the name, and you had completely been on board with it.
"She has your nose."
"Oh, really? She has your baby cow eyes."
"Baby cow eyes? I think you spend too much time online."
You chuckled softly, poking his side. "She's perfect."
"Absolutely."
You and Josh sniffled in sync, Juniper's eyes staring into your souls and tugging harshly on your heartstrings. You knew how much this baby meant to Josh, how proud he had been of you, claiming he was "honored" you had chosen to have a baby with him.
There were a few low buzzing sounds coming from Josh's back pocket. He reached around to retrieve his phone, reading the texts he had been sent. "Family group chat. Mom told Ronnie we were home and she's demanding to know when she could see the baby." He chuckled softly, shaking his head and tucking it back into his pocket.
"They could come over tonight, if you want?" You suggested. "She can sleep a while then meet everyone. Tell Danny he can come too."
You took his hand and led him out of the room, but he stopped, one foot still in Juniper's bedroom. He stared at her crib, sniffling again. "She's perfect. So perfect." He turned to you, placing a kiss to your forehead, his arms pulling you against him. "Perfect."
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windslar · 6 months
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THE BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr
The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
I was tagged by @jonquilyst and @moonfromearth who both requested answers for Zadie. Thank you so much for the tag and I'm sorry this took literal weeks to post. Also sorry my queue's run out of Lightflower posts, but I'll be back to posting again soon once I have my poses and such in order.
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Zadie Flores-Darling
[ PERSONAL]
$ Financial: wealthy/ moderate / poor / in poverty -- (she's poor now as an independent young adult in the city but she comes from a privileged background [her mum, lucia, made bank being a bestselling author!])
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other -- she's a high school graduate
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed -- nothing major, just the typical teen rebellion stuff in a small farm town like trespassing the creature keeper's house to see if he had the good mushrooms, vandalizing a cow shed, underage drinking and drug use, disorderly conduct at a 21+ club during a school trip to San Myshuno...
[ FAMILY]
◒ Children: has children / has no children / wants children
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
♦ extroverted/ introverted / in between -- Zadie is an ambivert who loves to be the centre of attention when she's performing, but feels most creative and expressive when she's alone writing music
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded /open-minded / in between -- I mean, she's so open-minded that she can be a little short-tempered with people who are close-minded
♦ calm / anxious / in between -- confident but intense, which can read as either calm or anxious
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between -- you ain't seen nothing yet
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between -- classic Aries
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between -- she's sensitive but she bites
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between -- doesn't let anything stand between her and her dreams
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown -- knows music inside and out
♦ loyal / disloyal/ unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful/ unknown
[ BELIEFS]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀ Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual/ homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually: adventurous/ experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious -- while she was with Suzy, they experimented a little but Zadie respected her girlfriend's boundaries and they never went ~all the way~
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none -- she's skinny but she can throw hands
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none -- her mum's a bestselling author so it's in her blood; it explains why she's such a terrific singer-songwriter
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent (musically, she is gifted) / good / moderate (other forms of art) / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none -- she's a master with the guitar and has the voice of a fallen angel
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently/ Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict -- she's currently looking for like-minded city friends so she can partake in said habits
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently/ compulsive gambler
I want to tag @aurorangen for Renee, @dustbon for Basil, @thaplumbob for Malia, @duusheen for Jay, and @marmidas for Poppy. Feel free to ignore if you've already done this or don't want to.
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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year
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Blue Scoops: Chapter 3
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summary: sometimes others are the only ones who can see our purpose. 
pairing: eventual f!reader x javier peña, chucho peña
contents: 18+/nsfw/minors dni, food mention, depression, grief, brief mentions of drugs/substance abuse
WC: 2.2k
AN: happy blue scoops day! (yes im early but i was just too excited). thank you thank you for the patient wait for this chapter. as the end of the semester approaches I'm hoping to be able to stick to posting a new chapter every 10th of the month as ended but i appreciate everyone's understanding. we are a bit farther away from blue and javi meeting than i anticipated, but as i was writing this chapter, the importance of blue and chucho's bond really stood out to me. her allowing chucho into her heart is what makes her relationship with javi possible and its important to take time to develop it.
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You’ve memorized every single word of the business card that Chucho’s given you. You’ve traced the letters of his name and ran your finger over the shiny golden cow silhouette that sits above his name.
Chucho Peña. Little Cattle Farm. 956-458-2384.
Your hand has hovered over the landline more times than you can remember. You aren’t sure of the reason for your hesitation– you crave that warm feeling you had when Chucho sat in your kitchen, smiling and talking as if he had no better place to be. And he’d made it clear that you’re welcome to call him at any time, that he was waiting for you. But, perhaps your nervous system outweighs your heart, remembering the emptiness that followed. Those alarms of self-preservation blare loudly, identifying even the potential similarity between your relationship with Chucho and your grandfather as a threat.
Has your heart not been fractured enough? Has the grief not settled itself deep enough? Has it not swallowed you whole and changed you so much that you left the only love left in this world for you?
The battle takes a week.
Back and forth, many internal talks with yourself. Bargaining, reasoning, crying. In the end, you somehow convince your brain to believe that you’re doing this for him. That he said you owed him dinner and who are you to argue with a man who’s been doing you and your family repeated favors for years now? Your hand shakes as it hovers over the phone, trembling so violently when you start to push the buttons that you have to start over a few times. It feels dramatic– it's a simple phone call. But, it holds so much promise, it opens another door that you were sure you never wanted to open again. The line rings and rings and rings and you’re just about to hang up when someone picks up the phone.
“Peña.”
“Hey, um, Chucho. It’s me. Blue, I mean, the woman from the house that you take care of. Are you free for dinner anytime soon?” You cringe at the shaky sound of your voice, waiting for his reply.
He chuckles at the way your words rush out, “Sure, mija, how’s Saturday?”
“Saturday’s good.”
He gives you directions from your house to the ranch and bids you goodbye. Saturday comes quickly and despite the nerves that invade your stomach, there’s an excitement in you. The road that you’re winding down slowly but surely crumbles beneath your tires, turning from a smooth road to bumpy gravel to dirt. As it does you see miles of green fields and buildings in different various states of condition. All of it is fenced in, and in the distance, you see the river.
Chucho’s waiting for you on the porch and to your surprise, he scoops you into a hug that is brief but tight enough to convey just how happy he is to see you. Though, if the hug wasn’t enough of an indicator then maybe his smile is. He guides you inside, giving you a quick walk down the hall to show you the bathroom before he leads you back to the front of the house. The living room and kitchen are separated by a small dining space that is a round table and four chairs. Fit for a family.
He gestures, “What’s mine is yours. I haven’t cooked much in a long time, hope there’s no cobwebs.”
You chuckle, shaking your head, “Nothing a little soap and water can’t fix. You go sit, I’ll take care of things here.”
With those words, Chucho leaves you to it, going to putter around the house.
You had decided on roast chicken when you’d gone to the store. You went as soon as you hung up the phone with Chucho, knowing that if you’d given yourself any more time to think about this dinner you’d cancel and avoid him. It would drive you to do what you’ve already done, leaving this place behind. Except this time there would be nowhere to go. Nowhere with even the traces of those that once loved.
Once you’ve got a soap mixture of water and an all-purpose cleaner on one side of the porcelain sink, you give everything a quick cleaning. It’s a practiced routine– cleanest to dirtiest– starting with an array of dishes you’ll need, the counters, the stove. There’s not much grim or grease on anything, just a light layer of dust.
This recipe is reminiscent, its muscle memory, and though it forcibly reminds you of your grandfather, you attempt to find comfort in it. It's one of the first things he’d ever taught you to make. As you cut fresh herbs, rosemary, thyme, and parsley, the woodsy smell takes you back to that memory. You see yourself, small, no older than 10, standing at the counter. Your grandfather’s hands guide your own as you slowly chop. It's easy for you to get lost in the past with the ease of your hand, mixing the herbs into butter, spatchcocking the chicken like its second nature.
For the first time in a long time, you feel secureenough to sit in that memory because you’re not alone. You’re with Chucho and the last time you’d been together was the easiest moment of your life since your grandfather passed.
But sit in it you do as you take your time. You notice the smile on your grandfather’s face as he watched you grate your first clove or garlic, the patience in his tone as you got distracted slathering the chicken with the butter mixture. The pride in the sit of his shoulders as you removed the perfectly cooked chicken from the oven, and plated everything yourself at much insistence. How it seemed both your hearts swelled when you sat down at the dinner table beside him. “Dinner’s ready,” You murmur as you do the same in the coziness of Chucho’s kitchen.
“Thank you for this, looks wonderful. Smells even better,” Chucho says with a smile as he joins you from the living.
“It’s no problem at all— but don’t give me credit just yet, you’ve gotta taste it,” You tease as you dole out servings of chicken and potatoes and veggies to the both of you.
By the way his eyes widen after the first bite, it’s safe to say he thinks it tastes as good as it smells.
After lulling into a relaxed silence, Chucho asks, “So, what’d you do before making your way down here?”
“I’m a baker. Was a baker. Want to be a baker, I don’t know,” You give him a sheepish smile before looking down at your plate.
“This isn’t a test, mija, just two people talking. You can relax. What do you plan to do here?”
You aren’t sure why you feel like you owe him an explanation. Maybe because you’re searching for one yourself. It's mortifying to tell someone that you’ve uprooted your comfortable life for the unknown without reasoning. There is reasoning beyond your simple words to Oliver– buried and unmoving–but the proper words escape you, sat just on the tip of your tongue.
You try again, saying, “I hope to get a job at a bakery but if not…I’m not really sure. There’s not much purpose in my life right now.”
“Everybody’s got purpose,” He insists.
You shrug, not completely convinced. What was your purpose right now? To be swallowed whole by grief and loneliness? To leave the only love you’ve ever known? To live the rest of your days living by yourself in your grandparents’ home, melting in the sweltering Texas heat?
There are worse things. You could be sick like your father, finding life bearable only with a sweet high coursing through your veins. You could’ve never known love. You could be dead. But none of that is truly purpose— the more you think about it the less you believe you’ve ever had one.
“I don’t know, I’m not so sure,” You muse softly, your throat growing slightly thick.
Chucho hears the change in your tone, looking over at you with concern, “Sometimes others are the only ones who can see our purpose.”
You narrow your eyes at him skeptically, “Let me guess, you think you can see mine.”
“Crystal clear,” He says simply, his expression completely deadpan before he takes another bite of his food.
You don’t ask him what it is. Your gut tells you he wouldn’t tell you even if you beg. You’re not sure you’re prepared to know anyways.
Sometimes others are the only ones who can see our purpose.
As the weeks pass, you and Chucho find a rhythm in your companionship. He makes sure to have the tea you like in his cabinet and to ask about your day. You ask him about the ranch, and catalog the old movies and shows he watches on his tiny little box tv. He tells you a little bit about the town and the activities here which are lots of block parties and bingo— not your scene. There’s a lot of silence and without the spin of a record, you can get in your head, though most of the time you can lose yourself in the cooking. Eventually, you build up the courage to ask him about bringing some music when you finish dinner one night.
“The next time I’m here…do you mind if I bring my record player? It’s just jazz, nothing distasteful,” You add quickly, hoping it’ll make your odds better.
He waves you off, before taking the plate you’re offering, “Bring whatever you’d like, mija.”
Things are starting to feel…well they’re starting to feel like home.
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It’s just a couple of weeks later that with the help of Chucho’s badgering, you build up the courage to go into one of the bakeries you’d visited in town before. Sam’s Bakery felt oddly familiar when you stepped inside. It was small, cozy, and had the typical Southern love for white wood finishes all around. There were pops of color everywhere, giving it an almost retro look. The selection of treats was small, but that didn’t bother you, it just meant that they were focused on a craft, pouring their hearts into a curated menu. It’s what you prefer instead of the high-paced, stressed-out reality that was working for a well-known bakery that couldn’t pick a specialty– like the one at home.
Jo—the owner—is tall and lanky, her blonde hair pulled up into a bun just like it was the first time you’d walked in. When you walk up to the counter and practically beg for the job, you see something glimmer in her storm colored eyes.
“I can do you one better. What do you think of this place? Its runnable isn’t it?” She gestures dramatically to the space around her.
“Runnable?” You say lamely, brows furrowed in confusion.
Jo’s grin just widens, eyes brimming with mirth, “Why don’t you flip that open sign to close and we can talk about it.”
When you look to the door for the sign, you realize that you’re the only one here. Slowly, you do as she says, but not without voice your continued confusion, “I’m not sure I understand.”
“Well, Celia and I have been thinking for a long time about packing up and living out on the road. We’re not getting any younger. But I’ll only give you the spiel if you’re open to being the owner and running this place yourself.”
“The spiel?” You squeak out.
“Inticied?”
Even though the idea is terrifying, you find yourself nodding. Is she— she couldn’t be implying that she wants to sell you this bakery? You? A woman off the street that she’s known for all of 5 minutes. A woman who moved to destroy any chances of her past life flourishing. Well— perhaps that is the kind of woman who might need to take a chance no matter how fearful.
She clasps her hands together, raising her brows, “I knew you would want to hear it. I can just see something in you, I could tell the first time you walked in.”
You sit in Jo’s office over coffee and sweets, hearing her out and you see some of yourself reflected in her words. She loves the bakery but there’s something else out there for her. She offers you a cigarette as the two of you go back and forth, and you decline, watching as she gracefully lights one for herself.
It all happens really slowly— or least it feels like it does. The words pour out of her thick like syrup, your brain going fuzzy as you listen. Could you really? Could you do this on your own? Have you ever done anything on your own? Leaving. Moving here.
“And you’re sure?”
“About getting out of here? Hell yeah. We’ve been here all our lives,” She gestures around the room, the trail of smoke from her cigarette wafting through the air.
“No, about me. You’re sure?”
Her eyes warm despite their cool color, and she places a hand over yours, squeezing it gently, “There’s something about you Blue that just fits here. I have a feeling you were made for it. I swear, I knew it as soon as you walked in the door, call it god or the universe or whatever. But, I knew.”
“What if I’m not?”
“You are.”
Sometimes others are the only ones who can see our purpose.
> chapter 4
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eschergirls · 1 year
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Originally published at: https://eschergirls.com/photo/2022/12/13/worm-raider-redraw
@doodlebani submitted:
So, I’m by no means the world’s foremost authority on correct anatomy, but I do try to make my figures at least look appealing. Seeing a woman all stretched out like a piece of gum is just not very nice to look at in my opinion. 
Besides squashing these ladies down into more manageable shapes, I also did some little tweaks like giving Lady Jasmine (yes, that is the character’s name…) a less unfortunate skin tone and having her actually LOOK at the person she’s supposed to be talking to. Her pose is still pretty weird, but there’s only so much ya can do with what you’re given. It’s just not the best panel composition, and if I had been drawing the book I might have split it into 2 or 3 panels.
As for Lara, I tried to make her look more like she does in the games? Idk to me she’s got such a distinctive look and I feel like the way she’s being drawn here is fairly generic. Most FUCKING importantly, since Lara is speaking in these panels, I drew her with her DAMN mouth open. I find speech bubbles terminating on closed mouths to just be the most annoying thing ever, not to mention it makes the face less expressive.
Anyway, that’s my bit.
Lady Jasmine (that's certainly a name for an Asian character) not having vacuum-sealed butt cleavage and Lara looking more like herself and not one of those worm aliens from Men in Black definitely are an improvement.  And you're right that Lara has a distinctive look and should at least not be drawn as another generic hot comic girl.  Thanks for the submission!
(Redraw of this post of panels from Tomb Raider: The Series #36, Top Cow Productions)
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butlersbabe · 2 years
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Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader
a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3
warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.
w/c: like 3.3k? idk
be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹
part two 🐮
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Part III.
You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?
“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”
“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.
Fuck, not her too.
“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”
“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”
You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.
“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.
In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.
You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.
The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”
You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.
Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”
“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.
Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.
“You like Austin, don’t you?”
Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”
“Language.”
“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”
“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.
“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”
“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”
“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”
Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.
“You’re right.”
Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.
“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”
“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.
A week flies by.
You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.
The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.
Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.
“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”
“I don’t like you, Austin.”
“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”
“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”
“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”
“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”
“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”
You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.
“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”
“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.
“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”
“Austin, you don’t mean that.”
“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”
“Dinner? Where?”
“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”
As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.
“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.
You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.
hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)
He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.
That’s great, baby! What’s their name?
his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.
You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?
lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight &lt;3
goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.
You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.
part four 🔥
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