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toescratches · 11 months

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car.

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester mentioned, they're conflicted, sorry this is short

tags for ppl who asked for pt2: @peyton-peyton @alicesinclair29 @wheresmyson @wildaces @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @blurrymango @sketchy-rosewitch @small-sinclair @hidingfromtex @kitty11sstuffig

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Bo grunts in annoyance as he continues to drag the heavy carrier, along with him up the hill. He takes heavy breaths at the heat and at the extra weight he is carrying with him.

As Bo finally arrives at the steps of the House of Wax, he puts down the carrier, in the shade, and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

Fucking finally he thinks. Bo opens the door for the musem and picks up the carrier. He looks down at the baby. She looks up at him with curiosity and confusion. Bo scoffs and averts his gaze back to the entrance.

Finally he walks inside the museum. "Vincent!! Come out!" Bo yells and groans in annoyance. He sets the carrier on the floor and walks to the other side of the house, to Vincent's cave.

Bo is taken by surprise when his brother emerges up the stairs. "Took you long enough..." He groans under his breath.

Vincent looks up at Bo with a buzzled look in his eye and gesture for an explanation for his yelling.

Bo groans in annoyance, turns and walks back to the carrier in the hall. Vincent tilts his head in confusion but follows his brother.

As soon as Vincent sees what Bo had dragged into the museum, he freezes. What the hell?!

Bo looks down at the baby in the carrier, with his back to Vincent, waiting for his reaction.

Vincent walks around, trying to gather himself and his thoughts. This can't be real. Is all he can think.

The older twin puts his hands into his pockets and sways on his feet. Bo's face is no longer filled with confusion and panic. It's not only frustration, annoyance and curiosity. The baby keeps making quiet noises of coo's and weakly reaches it's hands up to the man above her.

Bo tilts his head as he stares at the child. In the background, behind him, he hears the sounds of Vincent's shuffling feet and his groans of distress.

Bo fights something inside him as he looks down at the child. Eventually he seems to lose this fight as he crouches down and begins to take the baby out of the carrier.

Vincent turns his head at the sound of unbuckling and looks at Bo with confusion. He quickly realizes what his brother is doing, and walks up to his brother to protest.

Vincent desperately grabs onto his brothers shirt and tries to pull him up, and away from the carrier with the baby girl. Bo groans in annoyance and pulls away from his brother's grip. He turns back to look at the child and finally picks it up. Bo holds her in against his chest with a causios and nervous hold, no wonder since he has no idea what he is doing.

Vincent circles his brother and tries to make non-verbal signs to his older brother, to please put the child down and walk away. Bo keep ignoring him as he tries to get a comfortable and a firm, but gentle, grip on the girl.

Vincent whines in distress and desperation as he looks at his brother and turns around with a groan of frustration. Why?! God damnit! Vincent hold his head in his hands as he wanders around.

Bo seems to be unmoved by this as he keeps his attention on the baby girl in his arms.

"Hey, baby... What's your name...?" He whispers with a awkward tone. He is clearly slightly uncomfortable, but tries his best.

The baby only responds with cooing and stares. Bo chuckles at this and lightly bounces the baby in his hold.

Bo keeps the slight smirk on his face as he hears Vincent approaching from behind. His brother walks next to him, and quietly stares.

The black haired(emo) man taps his brothers shoulder, trying to get his attention. Bo turns his head and looks at Vincent with a questioning expression, waiting for him to act.

Vincent begins to sign to his brother. What the hell are you planning?!

Bo chuckles. "C'mon what's up your ass? It's not that big of a deal."

Not that big of a deal?!! It's a baby!! He quickly and dramatically answers.

"Yeah I know that, you shithead!" Bo groans. "I won't make her your problem, okay?! We won't kill a baby... And she's quite quiet, no?" He chuckles.

Vincent groans and lets out a big sigh of frustration. You're acting impulsively! Stop being dumb! We can't take care of a baby!!

Bo rolls his eyes and turns to look back at the baby. "I or Lester will go to the city and buy some shit! It's not that difficult! And think about it, we won't have anyone looking after the town, Mama's town, after we die or get killed!" He tries to reason with his brother.

Vincent sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. I still can't believe this is happening... He sighs with one hand to his brother.

"Let it be already. We'll handle it, and if not us them I will!" Bo grunts and gently bounces the baby around in his arms while looking down at her.—————————————————————————

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misslavenderlady · 9 months

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Love at First Bite 💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: David and the Lost Boys always have their eyes out for new brides to claim. However, when the vampire queen becomes smitten with a sweet redheaded boy, it may lead to the first time a groom is added to the coven.

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. So everyone meet the new kid on the block! We hope you like him as much as Sis does~

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 2 HERE credit to hellobeautiful.com and artmoda.by for the pics of Daniil Kalinin and Chloe Bailey for face claims of Oliver and Sis.

Oliver was no stranger to working hard. From a very early age, his father taught him the values of an honest day's work and the appreciation of those who took on the most challenging jobs. Things like sanitation, customer service and food preparation were to be respected, as they were thankless jobs with poor compensation.

He kept this in mind as he got settled into his new job after moving to Santa Carla. Not too many places were hiring as much due to the tourist season dying down for the year, but he was able to get hired at a local Italian restaurant. According to the manager, they had recently lost a waitress and needed to fill the position as soon as possible.

After seeing the ins and outs of the restaurant himself, Oliver could see why it had a lot of business, even after the summer rush. It was a gorgeous place, and he was quite impressed with the quality of the food. Putting on the server uniform made him feel quite proud of the work he was going to do.

His first few shifts went well. Oliver got settled in with lunch services and was sure to always work with a smile and a positive attitude. The customers enjoyed his friendliness and dedication to making sure their meal was perfect. Even if he was still very green, he had plenty of potential.

That's why his boss made him a very particular offer.

"Hey, Oliver," the middle-aged owner said to him. "Now that you're getting more comfortable, I'd like to get you set up for a dinner shift. We could really use the help during that time."

"Oh yeah! No problem!" the redheaded boy agreed. Little did he know that around the corner, his fellow servers were looking at one another with a shared sense of nervousness. Oliver had no idea he was getting into.

The night shift brought quite a lot more customers to the restaurant. Oliver was working twice as hard as before to make sure everyone had full drinks and hot plates of food in a timely manner. He wasn't perfect by any means, but his hard work and dedication was clear to everyone.

He was so focused on putting orders into the POS system that he didn't notice a new couple being welcomed in by his boss.

"Saluti signore e signora! Your usual table is all set up. Right this way!"

By the time Oliver turned back around to see who had walked in, they were already out of sight.

"I'm not taking their table. You go take it."

"Fuck you! I took them last time! You do it!"

Oliver couldn't help but overhear two waitresses bickering quietly off to the side. They had been more casual around other tables during all the other shifts they worked together. It was a surprise to see them so adamant about not serving the couple that had walked in.

He'd dealt with his fair share of nasty customers in past jobs. There was one elderly woman at a cashiering job that had threatened to beat him senseless with her cane over an expired coupon. If he could handle that, he could handle anything.

"I can take their table!"

The two girls turned toward him, looks of shock plastered on their faces.

"Really? You WANT to take them?"

"Yeah! It's no big deal, really."

They didn't look entirely convinced, but they were still appreciative of Oliver's offer to take the burden off of them. They handed him a pair of menus and silverware before each giving him a soft smile.

"Your funeral, bud."

Oliver played it off as a harmless joke, snickering playfully as he headed off to the new table. Little did he know how serious his coworkers were with such a warning.

He'd never served anyone in the space behind the curtain before. He didn't know what to expect when he pushed the black velvet fabric to the side in order to step forward. When he got a good look at one of the diners, he nearly dropped all the items he had in hand.

Sitting pretty in the booth across from the entrance was the most stunning woman that Oliver had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty was enhanced by her long locs, brown eyes, flawless makeup, plush lips, and glowing skin illuminated by the candles.

Oliver could practically feel his jaw hanging open at the sight of the mystery woman. If her looks hadn't caught his eye, then the bold dress she wore certainly did. There was barely any fabric on the top half, just mere straps crossing over her curvy figure.

If he wasn't careful, he'd start chubbing up before he could even take her order. That would be embarrassing enough if it were just her. But there was also a tall, blond, and handsome gentleman cozied up next to her. Clearly her date.

Oliver was just grateful for the thick fabric of the apron and his notebook covering up the area.

He finally mustered up enough courage to step to the front of their table. When the lady looked up at him, her eyes shimmered. It was as if she were admiring some kind of precious gem or a beautiful flower. Still, Oliver wasn't confident enough to believe she was as amazed by him as he was to her.

"Good evening!" he greeted the two. "My name is restaurant, welcome to the Oliver."

Immediately, the boy's skin flushed to a deep shade of red when he realized he got his line backwards. He slapped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, wishing he hadn't screwed up like that.

"I-I mean…my name is OLIVER. Welcome to the RESTAURANT. I cannot believe I did that…"

"Aww, you nervous, sweetheart?" the woman cooed, clearly amused. "This your first night? I haven't seen you around here~"

Her voice was as warm and sweet as fresh honey. The sound alone made it feel like his heart was pumping faster and faster and his blood growing hotter with every moment.

"Well…kinda," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. "It's my first dinner shift. I've been working lunches for a couple of weeks now."

The lady nodded, seemingly understanding of his situation. While she was warm and welcoming, her date seemed to be cold as ice. His frosty blue eyes were staring directly at Oliver, scanning over him carefully. It was like he was trying to figure out his entire personality with just a look.

It really put him on edge. Oliver wouldn't lie to himself about that.

"Well congratulations! You picked the best place in town to work!" she smiled. "We're regulars here! You'll be seeing us quite a bit. My name's Sis!"

She held out her perfectly manicured hand to the boy, happy to introduce herself. Oliver smiled right back as he slipped his hand against hers. He was a bit surprised to find it chilled to the touch, but not to a point of discomfort. After all, with hands as soft as hers, nothing about the experience was unpleasant.

After a good shake, the two let go. Not even a second after she released his hand did her date push his own hand in, grabbing hold of Oliver. The man had a much stronger grip, squeezing the fresh rather tightly as he shook.

"I'm David. Her husband."

Oliver felt his stomach drop as if he were riding on the world's steepest roller coaster. This wasn't some random date. This was a man she was in a committed relationship with.

"Oh my God, stop drooling over a married woman, you idiot. Dad raised you better than this!" Oliver scolded himself inside his head.

"Well, it's really nice to meet you! B-Both of you!"

David seemed to tone down his icy demeanor, giving Oliver a slick smile as he leaned back against the fabric of the booth. He tugged his wife to his chest, letting her cuddle up to him. Even with their intimate embrace, she still watched Oliver with big doe eyes.

"So! What can I get you started off with for drinks?"

Sis opened her mouth to speak, but wasn't able to get a word out. David deprived her of that.

"Bottle of Pinot Noir for the two of us to share. Red is the best. Right, doll?"

To Oliver's surprise, Sis didn't look happy with that choice. Her lips were stuck in a pout and she was looking down at her lap in disappointment.

"David, I've told you a thousand times, I don't like red wine. I want Chardonnay!" she whined.

"Hush, darling. Daddy knows best for you~"

That didn't sit right with Oliver. Seeing her uncomfortable made him uncomfortable too. Did her husband have a habit of forcing choices she didn't want? He seemed pretty pushy. Not to mention condescending as hell.

He nodded as he made his way past the curtain and down the hall to where the wine cellar was. While he was able to find the Pinot without issue, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the wall of white wines.

It wouldn't be very fair to not at least offer the lady a choice.

When he made his way back into the private area, Oliver held out the two bottles he had grabbed on his way out. David raised his eyebrows in surprise when he noticed the Chardonnay label.

"I hope you don't mind! I wanted to provide some options so everyone could get what they wanted."

The blond didn't like the decision to bring out the white wine, but it thrilled his wife to have her favorite drink as an option. Oliver couldn't deny she looked extra beautiful with the look of happiness on her face.

He popped open both bottles, carefully pouring each drink into their glasses. While David stared him down with deep focus, Sis was more relaxed with her expression. She mouthed a 'thank you' when she had her wine prepared. Oliver gave her a polite nod, but little did she know that on the inside, his heart was getting quite fluttery from the way she looked at him.

"Now then! What can I get the two of you for tonight?"

"Oh? Did they not tell you our regular orders?" David asked, raising an eyebrow. His lips were curled back into a smirk, taunting Oliver with a deep smugness. "You seem to have a long way to go in this business, kid."

He wanted to tell the guy off for mocking his newness to the restaurant, but Sis beat him to the punch.

"Oh David, be nice! You're gonna scare the poor boy off!"

David turned his gaze from Oliver back to his wife. There was a deep, intense focus in his icy blues. It was as if he was trying to speak to her without speaking out loud. The way Sis slunk back into the cushion of the booth made it seem like whatever message he was attempting to give got to her. It was like watching a small bunny cower under the intimidating stare of a wolf.

Oliver gripped his pen and notepad tightly, fighting back the anger boiling within him. He still remembered how, when he was a little kid, his father taught him that men who tried to control and hurt women were cowards. Pure Scum of the Earth. This guy was no different if he thought it was okay to act that way with his own wife.

"She'll have the chicken parmesan and a Caesar salad."

"Actually, Sir," Oliver spoke, not bothering to write down the order. "I would rather let the lady speak for herself, so I know for certain she's getting what she wants."

David didn't like that one bit. It positively baffled him that someone would talk back to him in such a way. Oliver stood his ground, not breaking eye contact with him for even a second.

Though David was furious at such treatment, Sis was elated by it. She appreciated the respect the redheaded server was granting her. The smile on her pretty face was all Oliver needed to know he did the right thing.

"Well! As a matter of fact, I was interested in trying some New York strip. I've been hearing really great things about it from my girlfriends!"

Oliver was more than happy to write that down for her. He eagerly scribbled away as she told him how she wanted the steak cooked and what kind of veggies she wanted for a side. Oliver even made a note to bring her extra potatoes as a way to show her extra care.

"I'd be happy to get that for you, Miss."

"Oooh! I haven't been called 'Miss' in quite some time. Aren't you a charmer~"

His cheeks were positively flushed with redness from her sweet coos of praise. It was worth it, even with her husband staring him down with a burning hatred.

"And for you, Sir?"

"The same. But make my steak rare. I have quite an appetite for something bloody."

Now Oliver wasn't feeling as confident in himself. Normally he would dismiss these comments as coming from someone trying too hard to be tough after listening to too many podcasts on being an "alpha male".

This was not one of those times. Something about the way David looked at him made it seem as if that was to be taken as a genuine threat. That he better mind his business or else he would be the one to become a bloody piece of dead meat.

Any confidence Oliver had before was promptly shut down. With a quick flick of his pen, he finished writing out the order and gave a nod before scampering off back to the kitchen. The sooner he got out of David’s sight, the better.

“How’s it going back there?” one server asked Oliver while clumsily put in the order. She must have sensed his nervousness from all the way back in the kitchen.

“It’s interesting…” he admitted. “That woman is really nice, but her husband looks like he wants to bite my head off.”

Oliver had been exaggerating when he said that, but when he glanced over at his coworker, she had a look of genuine concern on her face.

“Listen to me, Ollie. Just play it safe. David is not someone you want to mess with. Just be quick, respectful, and get out of his way so he can spend time with his wife. It’s your best chance at surviving the night.”

The redheaded boy let out a deep sigh as he passed the order along to the chefs. She was right. He couldn’t let his budding crush on a random customer cloud his judgment. All he had to do was work hard, and not let his emotions get the better of him. If everyone was happy, then he would be happy too.

“Okay. I can do that,” he said. “I appreciate everyone looking out for me.”

“No problem,” she replied, giving him a pat on the back before turning to leave. However, she didn’t get far before thinking of one last piece of advice to give.

“Oh! By the way! Don’t be shocked if those two are…heavy on the PDA. David’s quite wealthy, so Giuseppe lets him get away with more lewd stuff. If you see something, don’t say anything.”

That certainly wasn’t something Oliver was expecting to hear in terms of advice. He wasn’t even sure to what extent she meant by that. It wasn’t until he grabbed a basket of fresh bread for their table and made his way back to the area behind the curtain that he finally understood.

And boy, did he get an eyeful.

David had Sis firmly perched on his lap, letting her straddle him as he feverishly kissed her. Her hands were holding onto both sides of his face, stroking his beard lovingly. They both moaned into their kiss, pawing at one another as if they hadn’t experienced a sensual touch in ages. Tongues dancing together and bodies moving.

David had pulled down the fabric of her dress, letting the girls out for anyone coming by to see. It wasn’t a surprise that she didn’t have a bra on under such a skimpy piece, but it was still quite a shock to see a half-naked customer going at it with their lover without a care of who came their way.

Oliver kept his mouth shut, still very much shocked by the lustful display, but now knowing better than to say anything. Even if this wasn’t normal for the restaurant, he would still be a bit too shy to ask them to stop. All he did was silently move to place the basket on the corner of their table. They could take the basket whenever they finished..

His green eyes glance up just for a mere moment, moving without his control. He didn’t mean to, but even in that split second, his gaze locked onto the lady. Sis’ eyes opened, catching Oliver in her peripheral vision. The poor boy froze in place, hand still on the bread basket and eyes widening as the beauty watched him. Meanwhile, David’s eyes were still closed, his mouth now on her neck to nibble and kiss at her soft-looking flesh. Only Oliver and Sis were watching one another.

Oliver was certain she was going to scowl at him. Tell him to beat it so she could continue getting frisky with her hubby. But she didn’t. In fact, she did the opposite.

She smiled at him.

A smile that was a perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Something that showed she liked having him nearby for company, but also a hint of desire from him watching them. Her beautiful brown eyes were shimmering in the light, while her long lashes fluttered in a playful manner. She puckered her lips to make a kissing motion at him.

Was she….flirting with him? All while riding her husband?

Oliver was far too overwhelmed to even consider the idea. He scampered off out of the room, leaving the couple be in order to rush back to the kitchen. Better to let them be before his face went full-tomato in color. Even still, while he tried to keep busy with his tasks, his heart was beating a mile a minute.

By the time the dishes were ready to be served, he had managed to pull himself together enough to bring out their food with complete professionalism.

Sis and David looked more than satisfied. All snuggled up with one another. They had dressed up again, and their hair was a bit messier and faces flushed compared to the last time Oliver had popped in.. All he had to do was act like he HADN’T just seen them in a romantic embrace.

“Here you are! I really hope you enjoy the meal!"

The excited grin on Sis' face as she watched him set her plate of food down was all too sweet. She really was a beautiful lady, and every moment he made her happy ended up making Oliver happy, too.

Still, he wanted to make sure both of them were satisfied with their service. With the same friendly smile on his face, Oliver turned to David to set his own dish down, too. Unfortunately, he didn't get the same expression of delight that Sis had shared. David kept his lips pressed tight in a grimace. His entire body was in a tense form. Eyes of crystal blue were watching him with unblinking focus, like a hawk stalking its prey.

Everything about David was making Oliver nervous, but it wasn’t the intensity that finally made him stumble. It was how, for a split second, the color of his irises seemed to flash to a bright yellow right before Oliver’s very eyes.

Oliver jumped as he was setting the plate down, knocking into David’s glass of wine in the process. A sea of dark red wine sloshed outward, cascading onto the table, the cloth on top of it and down onto the lower half of Sis’ dress.

“Ah!!” she gasped. “SHIT! No! I just got this from Italy!”

The boy’s eyes widened in shock, tearing away from David and focusing just on the lady whose dress he had just ruined. She looked so upset, and it made him feel deep shame and fear, overwhelming his senses with panic. The blood in his face drained, leaving him completely pale.

“O-Oh! I am SO sorry, Miss!” Oliver stammered.

“Now look at this mess,” David tsked, crossing his arms and shaking his head. Unlike Sis, who was showing worry over her beautiful gown, he had an aura of disappointment. He was acting like a parent getting ready to give their child a firm scolding.

Unbeknownst to Oliver, David was already planning how he would teach him a lesson for ruining his wife's belongings. He would make the poor server boy realize just who he had messed with. Really make him sorry for his actions.

But he didn't get the chance.

"Please let me fix this!"

The redhead was quick to jump into action, first grabbing an unused cloth napkin and dunking it into an untouched glass of ice water to soak it. He kneeled down in front of Sis' seat and began gently blotting at the stain on her dress. Even with the dark fabric hiding the redness, he wanted to prevent any discoloration on the garment. All the while Sis watched with a worried expression.

"Don't worry! I know some tricks to help with this."

In between dabbing with the wet, cold rag, Oliver grabbed a nearby salt shaker and sprinkled some salt into his palm before rubbing it evenly over the red stain.

"Let that sit for a few minutes," he explained, getting back up to his feet and moving the items on top of the table around so that the soaked tablecloth could be removed from their sight. "After I toss this into the laundry pile, I'll grab some more stuff to finish cleaning!"

Oliver was off like a shot, racing against the clock so that the stain wouldn't set. He wouldn't possibly forgive himself if he ruined their night by his clumsiness. He wasn't even thinking about the odd moment with David's eyes. All he remained focused on was getting all the necessary supplies from the cleaning closet.

With his tools in hand, Oliver returned to the dining area, kneeling once again by Sis' side. The salt had come in handy for pulling a good amount of the red color out, but the next part would add an extra kick for help. Oliver's hands moved in a blur as he poured dish soap and hydrogen peroxide into a spray bottle. With the liquids measured to his liking, Oliver sealed and shook up the bottle to a sudsy consistency.

"Wow! Aren't you an efficient thing?" Sis smiled, holding out the fabric so that he could evenly spray the stain. "Where'd you learn this trick, honey?"

"Oh, my dad knew a lot about preserving clothes whenever they got stained, ripped, or worn out," Oliver explained. "Growing up, we had to make our stuff last as long as possible. Didn't have money to burn on new clothes all the time."

That's the understatement of the year, he thought to himself. Piles of bills and his father's restless nights worrying about being able to feed his child weren't something to take lightly. Still, he didn't want to burden the couple he just met with his life story. All he wanted to do was to fix his mistake so their date wasn't spoiled.

"Listen, I do feel bad about the mess. If the stain is still there by the time you're finished with your meal, I'd be more than happy to pay for any other cleaning you get done for it."

As much as Oliver wanted to offer to pay for the dress itself, he could not possibly afford the cost of a luxury brand dress straight from Europe. Not unless he saved his money for the next 50 years. Still, Sis' kind smile told him the offer he had given flattered her.

"Don't you worry your sweet head, hun," she cooed, tucking a finger under his chin and tilting his head up a bit more. Oliver softly gasped at the gesture, cheeks flushing red once again.

"Yes. She's right," David spoke up. Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin when he remembered her husband was right next to them. "Thank you for cleaning her up. It's good to know Giuseppe knows how to pick the best and most competent people to work here."

After a dinner of going back and forth between smugness and fear-inducing intensity, it was a relief to see David actually pleased with his work. Oliver quickly scampered back to his feet so he wouldn't push his luck with being so close to the guy's wife. Even if it was nice being around her, he wasn't a home-wrecker.

The rest of their night went off without a hitch. Both of them got to enjoy their delicious steak dinners in peace, and Oliver managed to keep their glasses topped off without spilling another drop. By the time he delivered the check to their table, it was safe to say he had redeemed himself.

"It was a pleasure serving you both tonight! How's your dress looking now?"

"Good as new all thanks to your quick thinking, hun!" Sis beamed, showing off the bottom half of her dress. Sure enough, Oliver's work had left it spotless once again. "I want to properly thank you for doing that for me."

Oliver wasn't one to take on acts of service for any rewards. He simply liked to make himself useful and ease the burden of others. But with the excited glint in Sis' eyes as she nudged her husband, he couldn't bring himself to decline such an offer.

That was until David dug into his pocket and pulled out the most massive wad of cash Oliver had seen in his entire life. He was practically bug-eyed at the sight. David reached out to place the stack of bills in his hand, but he shook his head 'no'.

"Wh-Whoa! That's very generous of you, but I can't possibly accept that much money from you!"

David was already intimidating enough. Having the ability to throw money around like it was nothing didn't help that feeling. Besides, he was just doing as his father would have done. Not accepting charity for basic decency.

"It's nothing! I haven't had such amazing service in a long time!" Sis insisted. "You worked hard and I can already tell you're gonna be our favorite server here. Let me show my thanks, Oliver."

Sis plucked the cash wad out of David's hand and reached her hand out to tug at Oliver's apron. He softly gasped as she tucked the money into his pocket, giving his chest a light pat afterwards. He felt like his head was going fuzzy.

"Besides…I have a soft spot for cuties with freckles~"

Oliver's heart was practically doing backflips in his chest. The couple smiled playfully as they put their arms around one another, ready to leave together. By the time they had moved past the curtain and exited the restaurant, he was still standing in place with a bright red set of cheeks and a pocket full of hundreds.

He would definitely be asking his boss for more dinner shifts going forward.

"It's amusing he put in all that work fixing the stain, considering you're gonna get it covered in blood for our hunt later."

David and Sis were enjoying the remaining moments of their date night together. With the light of the full moon illuminating the path of the Santa Carla streets, they could enjoy each other's company and keep their eyes out for a victim or two.

"He was a sweet guy," Sis sighed, nuzzling against her husband's shoulder. "Very polite, dedicated, hardworking. I overheard his thoughts, too. Poor thing struggled when he was growing up. He comes from humble beginnings."

"Yeah, and he thought I was being an asshole."

"You're just soooo intimidating, Daddy," Sis cooed, stroking his ego. "And he backed off when he found out we were married. He's a respectful boy."

Little did Oliver know that David was one of several partners that Sis was romantically involved with. Humans and their ideas of monogamy were all too amusing to vampires.

David smiled kindly down at his wife, noticing the substantial amount of bliss she was experiencing.

"You really liked him, huh?"

"Yeah. I did," she sighed dreamily. "He was like…a loyal puppy"

Little did she know that the gears in David's head were turning. He adored seeing his queen so happy, especially after the recent traumatic events she had gone through. She was a fighter to the end, and she deserved to feel safe again.

Perhaps the pup would come in handy to his queen.

end of part 1

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staceymcgillicuddy · 1 year

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Day 15: Hot Chocolate

@hellcheerxmas

(I am fighting a headcold. I hope this makes some modicum of sense.)

December, 1987 Hawkins, Indiana

“Eddie!”

That’s all he gets before he’s barreled into by a tiny elf wearing glitter antlers. Arms wrapped around his waist, a dopey grin on her face, and… yeah. Booze on her breath. So much booze on her breath.

“Hey, Chris,” he says, all casual, as though it’s normal for the girl who works at the Santa photo booth while he serves time in Sam Goody to hug him like he’s just come back from two tours in ’Nam. “Uh, good party?”

“The best. The best. Oh, my gosh, I’m so glad you came.”

And, like, he normally wouldn’t have. But she asked him to. Waltzed into the store in her little tights-and-suspenders outfit and said a bunch of the mall employees were having a party at Steve Harrington’s house, and Eddie’d figured why not, and once a townie always a townie, and that skirt’s so fucking short.

The thing is, Chrissy Cunningham is still way the fuck out of his league. It doesn’t matter that she stayed in Hawkins while her stupid jock boyfriend went off to college. Doesn’t matter that they’re both working dead-end mall jobs, because Eddie’s trying not to be a drug dealer for the rest of his life, and Chrissy needs pocket money, probably. Doesn’t even matter that they’re kind of almost friends, because they’ve shared the same breakroom a handful of times, and once, he smoked up in the parking lot with her and Steve and Robin Buckley out of the back of his van.

None of that changes the fact that Chrissy is a walking wet dream while Eddie’s… fine. Okay. Not the sort of guy you bring home to mom and dad, though.

“Come get some hot chocolate,” she says, grabbing his arm and pressing the lithe line of her body against his lanky frame. God, she smells good. Something floral and spicy, and he wants to bend down and sniff her hair, but that’d be weird, so he lets her lead him into the kitchen and over to the stove. A pot of melted chocolate is bubbling away, alongside marshmallows and sprinkles, and—seriously, did Steve do this?—giant bottles of whisky, rum, and bourbon.

That explains the booze on her breath.

Eddie watches, shboggled, as Chrissy pours at least four fingers of bourbon into a mug, then tops it off with a hearty helping of the hot chocolate. She sips, makes a face, then holds it out to him.

“Little strong, don’t you think?” he asks, aiming for casual and landing in the neighborhood of mild condescension.

“No. I need it.”

“For what?” He tries a sip, and he can handle his liquor, but ye gods, Cunningham.

“Liquid courage,” she says, then leans on her tip-toes and kisses him.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #edissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #fanfic #hellcheerxmas #hellcheercountdown

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1000punks · 6 months

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meet me.

hello, get to know me. 👇🏻 (fanfic masterlist at the bottom!)

name: mephi (they/them)

age: 29

i'm agender, bi and i'm poly; and i love screaming about my husband and my boyfriend. i'm also autistic and disabled. it's fine, lmao.

i old school tumblr- this isn't a dedicated fandom blog or anything, so some interests:

ttrpgs: mostly d&d (2e, 3.5e, 5e) and pathfinder

video games: zelda, assassin's creed, ES, baldur's gate 3 (mostly stems from the interest in d&d), fallout

art: i do art, i have art but i haven't posted my art on tumblr as of yet, i do commissions and all that

literature, gender studies and queer theory: the bisexual trinity

folk magic and folklore, and practicing it

k-pop: nct, shinee, exo, super m, tvxq!

vampires- i have a deep investment in the lost boys, that pale elf from that one game, wwdits, iwtv, castlevania, vampire folklore... throw a stake at it, i probably like it

the crow (1993) starring brandon lee

mcr i ran a dedicated mcr blog back in ye olden tumblr

supernatural unfortunately

writing: i can't be sure i'm very good but some people like the things i write so that's fine by me

vanity tags.

.txt: me chatting shit

.jpeg: photos i post

"fic: xyz" : my writing

"oc: xyz" my original characters

others ocs: other people's original characters

baldur's gays: bg3

i'm all pointy ears: astarion

sympathy for the devil: raphael

your favorite incubus: haarlep

bloodweave: two old gays, one is an elf and one is a wizard

hey hot stuff: karlach

the blade stands at the ready: my guy wyll

one with the weave: hello i'm gale

i am fury i am death: lae'zel

wits and blades: shadowheart

release the bats: anything vampire-y or goth of center

speak friend: LOTR

warded bond: destiel ffs

synth.mp4: 80s and synthwave-y of center stuff

let's vapor these waves: vaporwave

k-pop biases: mmmh (jongin), minnie (taemin), bubu (taeyong), man this is sweet (mark lee), fighting heyadwae (lucas wong), we are need coffee (yuta), not my problem (johnny) and yes i'm allowed four biases if nct has 23 members

i wanna be in the sequel: dedicated scream (1996) tag

the santa clara diet: dedicated lost boys (1987) tag

nothing is trivial: dedicated the crow (1993) tag

did i mention i'm autistic? no? you probably figured that out if you got all the way down here

FANFIC MASTERLIST.

bonding. (Astarion x named!Tav)

Of Paradise For Hell (Raphael x Haarlep x named!Tav)

A Wilderness Of Sweets (Raphael x named!Tav)

⚪ all of the banners, dividers and graphics i use in my fanfic posts are by @saradika-graphics! please check out her blog!

#.txt #about me

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zenaidamacrouras1 · 10 months

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42 Perfect Songs - 1983

holy fucking dog damn this is one of my favorite songs of all time I can't even.

Islands in the Stream by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers (but really Dollllyyyyyy) (Dolly!)

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG. HI DOLLY HI KENNY I LOVE YOU.

Okay, so this song was written by the Bee Gees who read the writing on the wall about disco and decided to try out some other genres/song writing. It was originally intended as an R&B tune for Marvin Gaye, but then Kenny Rogers was trying to sing it and like, "I hate this song it's fucking boring."

BUT THEN: Dolly Parton was in the same building like, being beautiful and kind and amazing and perfect, as she does, and they were like, "Hey Dolly come blow this song into the stratosphere and make it perfect" and she was like, cool, that will be very easy for me, because I am a fucking musical genius that eclipses space time the earth history but also VERY HUMBLE and funny (how Dolly, how? I love you).

1983 Trivia: it Bonnie Tyler's 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' off the number one spot in 1983. Sorry Bonnie, that's also a banger. Nothing personal.

Anyway, I am a regular person who has very ReGuLaR feelings about Dolly Parton, if you can't tell. (I LOVE HER SO MUCH) (WEEPING thinking about how lovely she is).

I don't know what the quote is related to, I just like her smile.

1983 Runners Up:

Apologies to Bob Marley and the Wailers because Buffalo Soldier also came out this year and it's a really perfect song. I also really like Uptown Girl by Billy Joel Little Red Corvette and 1999 and Delirious by Prince. Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar Okay not gonna, I really like Sharp Dressed Man by ZZ Top. Is it perfect? It's not not perfect.

Here's the list (I'll make a playlist at some point)

1993 - Rebirth of Slick, Digable Planets 1995 - Santa Monica, Everclear 2005 - Up the Wolves, Mountain Goats 1992 - Rebel Girl, Bikini Kill, 1987 - Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance with Somebody, 1983 - Islands in the Stream by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers, 1982 - Edge of Seventeen, Stevie Nicks 1981 - Happy Birthday, Stevie Wonder

#42 perfect songs #zenaida talks (too much)#zenaida playlist #Spotify

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novelconcepts · 11 months

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Started Santa Clarita Diet because of you.

Did I nearly spend $70 on Ebay for a new toaster just last week because the one my mom has always had since 1987? Yes it was simple and basic. So, I immediately relate with Joel from the very beginning because when it died, we replaced it with a new one that only burns things. And then he killed his toaster... the very toaster we might have replaced ours with.

Love the humor and the first kill was very satisfying to watch (I just have never liked him?).

Will this make the rest of my Justified rewatch very weird? Undoubtedly, but I love it.

Thank you for once again expanding my life in a joyous way.

I would LOVE to see your thoughts on Yellowjackets, but I haven't seen S2 yet. It hasn't been released on digital yet and it not being released during Pride month feels wrong.

Because of that, I have gone a Lauren Ambrose binge and will always be unhappy that the sitcom staring her and Parker Posey was cancelled.

This was meant to be a quick thank you, but it has expanded past that to a possibly awkward point, so I am ending it now.

(I also have a cold and have taken meds to treat it).

*looking around scurrying away*

Hahaha, hey, long time no…uh, message! This made me laugh, I’m very glad you’re enjoying SCD. (Having never watched Justified, I can only assume how weird that viewing will be. If I ever watch that show, it’ll be with Joel Hammond in mind, so. Reverse weirdness?)

My Yellowjackets S2 nonsense will be here when you’re ready. I have to assume they’re not going to release on digital/Blu-ray until they’ve dropped the mysterious 10th episode, so not sure when that’ll be. But very excited to be able to put it in my collection whenever it comes. And in the meantime, it seems I need to watch Lauren Ambrose’s filmography, cuz so far I’ve seen this, Torchwood, and *checks notes* Can’t Hardly Wait, and that’s it. I have work to do.

#ask #I firmly remember watching can’t hardly wait and wanting so badly for her to be gay. alas.#anyway. hope you enjoy the rest of the show and that your cold gets better soon!

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years

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The Story of Us-Chapter 13

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Micki

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

Present Day (2008)

Abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere

“Who are you?” Dean asks, curiously.

“Castiel.”

“Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?” Dean reiterates, already done with the conversation.

"I'm an Angel of the Lord," Castiel answers, matter-of-factly.

"Get the hell out of here," the oldest Winchester scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "There's no such thing."

"This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith."

Lightning flashes, and on Castiel's back two great shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance. The light goes out and the image disappears.

"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes," Dean spats.

"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you already knew that."

"You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?" When Castiel nods, Dean tells him, "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."

"My mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong."

"Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?"

Castiel cocks his head to the side, like he is confused by Dean's words.

"Why would an angel rescue me from Hell?" Dean inquires, ready to get to the end of the conversation and get back to Micki and Maren.

"Good things do happen, Dean," Castiel informs him. "You need to return to the cabin and reunite with Michaela. I will be in touch."

Castiel disappears from before Dean's eyes. Dean rushes to Bobby as the old man comes to.

"Come on, Bobby. We have to go!"

Winter 1987

Snow covered the ground in and around Singer Salvage and temperatures were in the single digits.

John had once again left his boys with Bobby and Micki as he went off to work. It was 2 days before Christmas and little 4 year old Sammy kept asking about his dad and Santa Claus.

Dean, at 8 years old, already knew the latter wasn't real but he vowed to keep the myth alive for Sammy's sake.

"Do you think Santa will know where to find us?" Sammy asked his big brother, a hero in his young eyes. "Who's gonna tell him to bring our presents here?"

"Don't worry Sammy, he knows."

"How?"

"Because he's magic," Dean lied. He looked over at Micki to see if she was in belief of the bearded man in the red suit. She looked at him with a sweet smile and shook her head.

Later, once Sam was down for the night and Bobby had retired to his room, Dean snuck into Micki's room.

"Hey Mick," he whispered in the darkened room. "You awake?"

The lamp on the stand beside the bed turns on and Micki is sitting there in her bed.

"Have another nightmare Dean?"

Feeling his face flush and becoming red, Dean ducks his head. He didn't know she knew about those.

"Uh, no….was just wanting to ask you something."

"Okay," Micki says as she scoots to the opposite side of the bed and pats the now empty spot. "What is it?"

"Do you, uh….do you think Santa is real?"

"What do you mean? Of course he's real! And he's magic too! I just found that out, him and his reindeer can find anyone, anywhere."

Dean deflates. He had hoped he wasn't the only kid who knew the truth. "Oh."

"Dean I'm joking," Micki giggles. "I know my dad is the one who puts the presents under the tree. I've always known."

"Really?!"

"Really. God, you're cute when you're embarrassed," Micki says and then claps her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that.

She'd been harboring a crush on Dean Winchester for years now.

Dean smiles sheepishly and then sits beside her on the bed. "You know, you're pretty cute yourself."

Dean and Micki sat on her bed for hours, talking and comparing stories that their dad's had told them.

The two of them had more in common than anyone realized.

Dean drives the Impala like a bat out of hell all the way back to the Singer cabin, anxious and excited to see his love, awake.

"What exactly did the angel say?" Bobby asks again as they drift around a curve in the road.

"Said I was chosen by the big man himself; that I deserved it."

"No, what did he say about my daughter?"

"Oh, um….just told me to go back to the cabin and reunite with her," Dean explains. "Bobby, if she's awake, an angel would know, right? Goddamn," he exclaims slamming his palm against the steering wheel. "I shoulda fucking been there!"

No matter how hard he pushed the accelerator, the trip back seemed to be crawling by. Dean was internally cursing the miles and himself.

Dean slams the car into park before it had even come to a complete stop, opening the door and jumping out.

He climbed the steps two at a time and crossed the porch in one long stride. He jerks the door open, almost pulling the wood off the hinges, to get inside.

"Micki? Mick?" He yells as he runs toward the room. As soon as the bedroom door gets in view he takes off running, only to stop in a slide as he looks into the room and to the bed.

Sam comes out of the room and opens his mouth to ask his brother what the commotion is about but doesn't say a word as he watches his older brother, still a hero in his eyes, break down into tears and cry.

Bobby rushes in at the same time Dean falls to the floor, hitting his knees as his sobs become audible.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @maggiegirl17 @chriszgirl92

#dean winchester #sam winchester #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

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mystique1508 · 1 year

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 5 months

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"WARNING: CONTAINS LANGUAGE THAT COULD CAUSE OFFENCE!"

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on one of the greatest Christmas 12 inch EP's of all time -- "Hey! Santa" is a 1987 vinyl release by English punk rock band UK SUBS, released for the Christmas market in November 1987.

"Santa Claus, you cunt, Where's my fucking bike? I've unwrapped all this other junk, There's nothing what I like,

I've wrote you a letter, And I've come to see you twice, You geriatric wanker, Where's my fucking bike?

If I wanted a pair of fucking shoes, I would've fucking asked, This cowboy suit and ping-pong set, You can stick right up your arse,

You went and mucked my order up, It's enough to make you spew, It's not just me that's pissed off, My sister's cheesed off too."

-- "Hey! Santa!" (1987) by UK SUBS (lyrics by Kevin Bloody Wilson)

Sources: www.discogs.com/release/2202659-UK-Subs-Hey-Santa & UK SUBS (official site).

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melodyscupoftea · 1 year

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Hey,

Today, we'll be exploring Billboard's Top 10 Christmas Songs in the last hundred years.

No.10 This Christmas - Donny Hatheway (1970)

No.9 Santa Clause is coming to town - Bruce Springsteen (1982)

No.8 Christmas in Hollis - Run-D.M.C (1987)

No.7 Feliz Navidad - José Feliciano (1970)

No.6 Rockin Around the Christmas Tree - Brenda Lee (1958)

No.5 White Christmas - Bing Crosby (1947)

No.4 Last Christmas - Wham! (1984)

No.3 Merry Christmas to you - Nat King Cole (1961)

No.2 Baby Please Come Home - Darlene Love (1963)

No.1 All I want for Christmas is You - Mariah Carey (1994)

I do hope you loved this Christmas Special.

Sit back, Strech high and enjoy Melody's Christmas tea.

Note: This was published on blogger on the 26th of December.

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bigboxochristmas · 2 years

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Yuletidings 1990: Christmas Power!

1. Jingle Bells - Booker T. & The MG's 2. Santa Done Got Hip - The Marquees 3. Merry Christmas, Baby - Otis Redding 4. Give Love for Christmas - The Jackson 5 5. Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) - Darlene Love 6. Trim Your Tree - Jimmy Butler 7. It's Christmas Time - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles 8. White Christmas - The Drifters 9. I'll Be Your Santa, Baby - Rufus Thomas 10. Presents for Christmas - Solomon Burke 11. Mambo, Santa, Mambo - The Enchanters 12. Winter Wonderland - Darlene Love 13. Hey, Santa Claus - The Moonglows 14. Soulful Christmas - James Brown 15. The Day That Love Began - Stevie Wonder 16. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer - The Temptations 17. Dig That Crazy Santa Claus - Oscar McLollie 18. Parade of the Wooden Soldiers - The Crystals 19. Please Come Home for Christmas - Little Johnnie Taylor 20. Mr. Santa's Boogie - The Marshall Brothers 21. Santa Claus is Comin' to Town - The Jackson 5 22. Jingle Bells - Wilson Pickett

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The subtitle, “Rhythm and Blues and Reds and Greens”, pretty much sums it up: this is a collection of holiday-themed soul, Motown and doo-wop. The title is a bad spin on James Brown’s classic “Soul Power!”.

Highlights include: one of the greatest holiday records ever made, “Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)”, with Darlene Love singing as if her heart was going to burst right out of her chest; the cheerfully lascivious “Trim Your Tree” by Jimmy Butler and the even more aggressively sexual “I’ll Be Your Santa, Baby” by Rufus Thomas; the driving “Hey, Santa Claus” by the Moonglows and “Mr. Santa’s Boogie” by the Marshall Brothers; Solomon Burke’s heartfelt “Christmas Presents”; the ferocious groove of James Brown’s “Soulful Christmas” and of course the much-covered “Give Love for Christmas Day” by the Jackson 5. And whose version of “Jingle Bells” is the funkiest, Booker T. and the MGs or Wilson Pickett?

The Wilson Pickett version is from a 1987 release called Christmas Soul Special, for which the producers pulled a bunch of folks like Pickett, Martha Reeves, Ben E. King, Sam Moore of Sam & Dave, etc. out of retirement to sing on cheaply-produced holiday tracks. Which is why there are synthesizers instead of an actual horn section on this track, which steals its opening from Otis Redding’s cover of Sam Cooke’s “Shake” and then provides a watered-down Stax arrangement of the tune. Most of the recordings on the album are, unsurprisingly, not very good, but I have to say that Wilson Pickett completely rises to the occasion, giving a performance entirely worthy of his best years.

The cover art was repurposed from a James Brown holiday collection, and was made using the same primitive copier that I described in the notes for the earlier “Christmas Jazz” collection: it could print in multiple colors but only one color at a time so I had to print each copy twice and they rarely lined up perfectly, as you can see. DOWNLOAD

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anna1306 · 3 years

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Masterlist

Hey, guys!

Since my writings started to gather up attention (which is wow, I didn’t expect it at all, THANK YOU ALL), I decided to create a masterlist, so it would be easier for you and me both to navigate through this

I will try to keep this as updated, as I can, but if anything - tell me c:

The Lost Boys (1987)

Poly!Lost Boys

New in town (GN)

In Santa-Carla appeared new person. They arrived with the Emersons and at first it seems that Lucy is taken, which pisses Max off. What the Boys and their sire don't know, that this is Lucy's sibling. And they know what is going on here, as they are too non-human

Masterlist

Dark interest (GN)

Four friends, who ended school last year, meet a person on the Boardwalk. They all are interested in them, each in their own way. But none of them, not David with his intuition, not Dwayne with the knowledge and guidance of the elders, not Marko from more or less good family, not even Paul with not-standard way if thinking could imagine this person to be a vampire. Who is more interested in them, they could ever imagine

Masterlist

Goblin Ruler s/o (crossover with Labyrinth) (GN) (Part 2)

Alone (GN)

Sweets (GN)

S/o with crutches (GN)

S/o who loves classical music (GN)

Short s/o with cute laughter (GN)

S/o with social anxiety (GN)

Cute, innocent S/o (female) (part 2)

Quiet dancing (GN)

Really short S/o (GN)

Reader, who turns into a demon (platonic) (female)

Ghost s/o (GN) (part 2)

S/o from Addams family (GN) (part 2) (part 3)

Opera s/o (GN)

Southern s/o (GN)

S/o on roller skates (female)

S/o with fear of darkness (GN)

S/o, who got kicked out of the house (GN)

S/o, who's into disco (GN)

Burlesque S/o (GN) (part 2)

Russian S/o (GN)

S/o, who changes styles often (female)

Tall and curvy S/o (female)

Reader, the other kind of vampire (GN) (part 2)

Reader, who plays violin (GN)

Australian Reader (GN)

Reader who protects them (GN)

Nose bleeds (GN)

Witch (GN)

Werewolf Reader with a dog (GN)

Reader falls asleep very fast (GN)

Reader with heterochromia (GN)

Nesting (GN)

Believe (GN)

Funny Reader (female)

Marks (+Michael) (female)

Clumsy S/o (GN)

Cutie s/o (GN)

Rockstar s/o (female)

S/o into knitting/crochet (female)

Movie night (GN)

Nice evening (female)

Very emotional s/o (GN)

S/o, who's shy at first (female)

Violent (female)

Wrong words (GN)

British s/o (GN)

Barista s/o (GN)

Ghoul s/o (GN)

Deception (Female)

S/o with a pet (Female)

S/o like Lil Mariko (GN)

Depressed s/o (GN)

Artifical vampire s/o (GN)

Distance (GN)

Deaf s/o (GN)

Separately

S/o, who needs cuddles (+Michael & Star) (GN)

S/o with piebaldism (GN)

S/o, who saves them with blood (GN)

First feeding of s/o (GN)

Sudden kiss (GN)

S/o turning (GN)

Birthdays (GN)

David

First sight (female)

Pent up feelings (GN)

Denial (Male)

Marko

Darkness (Female) (Part 2)

Thoughts (GN)

Little guy (GN) (Part 2)

Dwayne

Secret admirer (female) (part 2)

Doubts (female) (18+!)

Saviour (GN)

Paul

Doubts (GN)

Friends with benefits (GN)

Michael

Awakening (Male)

Non-pairing

The lost Boys meet their female versions (with s/o)

Out of despair (David x Michael)

Other fandoms

Deal (AHS; Michael Langdon; Male)

Sickness (AHS; Michael Langdon; Female)

Jealousy (DDADDS; Craig Cahn; Male)

Peace and quiet (AOS Star Trek; Mcspirk)

Don't leave me (Teen Wolf; Deucalion x Stiles)

Fiery pet (Descendants; Harry Hook; GN)

Chubby s/o (The Quarry; Nick Furcillo; Female)

#masterlist #tlb #the lost boys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987

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staceymcgillicuddy · 1 year

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Day 7: Exchanging Gifts

December, 1987 Hawkins, Indiana

@hellcheerxmas

“Tape, please,” Chrissy says, one finger holding down the pointed ends of yesterday’s comics page.

Eddie obliges, and she quickly seals the paper, then flips the box around to do the other side. They’re saving this year—no gifts for each other because her car needs a new muffler, and he’s desperate to move out—but Wayne’s getting a coffee mug whether or not he wants it, and Chrissy’s a wizard at wrapping presents. Neat as a pin, all her edges tucked in, like she’s taking genuine pride in her work, despite their raw material being a newspaper.

“Aaaand tape, please,” she requests again. “Such a good little dispenser.”

The praise warms him to his knitted-sock-clad toes (and hey, she’s a knitter, too, but those were for his birthday), and he leans across the table to steal a kiss the moment she finishes with the gift.

They put the present under the aluminum tree Wayne inherited from Eddie’s grandmother and retreat to the couch. It’s rare they both have a weekday off, and their options are limited—news, talk shows, or kid stuff.

“Ooh, Sesame Street!” Chrissy exclaims, and Eddie wants to act like he’s above it, but he’s not, so he puts down the clicker and hugs her close.

The episode's main thrust is about Oscar and Big Bird and Santa, but there’s a b-plot going on with Bert and Ernie. It’s a whole thing about them not having any money (relatable), so Bert trades his paper clip collection to buy a soap dish for Ernie’s rubber duck, while Ernie trades said rubber duck to get Bert a cigar box for his paper clip collection.

“Oh, cute. It’s the Gift of the Magi,” Chrissy says.

“The what?”

“You remember. We had to read it in English?”

Eddie pokes her in the side, which is all the answer she ought to need. “Remind me?”

“It’s like… I think the woman sells her hair to buy the man a watch chain, and the man sells his watch to buy her combs for her hair.”

“That’s bleak.”

“It really is.” She turns her attention to the television, where Mr. Hooper has figured out the Bert and Ernie dilemma and gives them back what the other had traded. “What would ours be?”

“Hmm?”

“Like, our gifts of the Magi, if we did that for each other.”

Eddie drums his fingers against her hip and thinks about it. “Maybe… I sell all my weed to buy you a muffler, and you sell your car to buy me a bong?”

“... in what universe is a bong worth as much as my car?”

“You figure it out, then, if you’re so smart.”

“Watch me.” She threads her fingers through his, squeezing tight. “How about… I sell my car to buy you studio time, and you sell your guitar to buy me a muffler. That works way better.”

It does, actually, which Eddie admits with a grudging “I guess” and a kiss to her temple.

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #edissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #fanfic #hellcheerxmas #hellcheercountdown

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Woodward Rugby

This is my submission to the GaySpiralStories Secret Santa 2021 event. I got the two tags "cum inflation" and "male pregnancy", selected by another writer, randomly assigned to me.

I arrived back at the hotel at half-past eight. Dealing with customer complaints in person, or at all, is never fun, but Daleen Mechanical had to be one of the worst. It’s that fucker Andrew Daleen who just tries to get as many extras out of it as possible, probably to please the old man. Screwed me around for hours so I would make some additional calibration on machines not even made by us. I would have done it anyway if he had just asked right away. After all I had nowhere else to be until the flight back to Austin the next morning.

Fuck I was pissed, and I had worked myself up about it in the rental on the way back to the hotel, so when I entered the shitty lobby of the shitty hotel everything looked shitty to me. And I’d lost my appetite. There was a rowdy noise coming from the “Irish” pub next to the lobby, a desperate attempt of the owner to get some locals spending cash. I considered just head upstairs, take a hot shower or bath, whatever was in the bathroom, and have an early night to just forget about Daleen Mechanical, have a big breakfast early, and get to the airport with plenty of time to spare. This loud ruckus could probably be heard from my room though, so I decided to have a pint and some bar food before going to bed.

The small pub, clearly a remodeling job squeezed into the ugly building, was filled with about 20 exuberant men celebrating something. They all looked to be in their early twenties, all of them muscular and taller than me, and most of them wearing the same black and yellow tracksuit. They were all drinking beer, chatting loudly, and making the small pub hot and humid. I almost turned around right there, but the condition that led me there in the first place hadn’t changed so I pressed on. On my way over to the bar I noticed damp hair on some of the guys, as if they had just showered, and the scent of industrial soap. The kind you pour in wall-mounted dispensers. I managed to glance at the emblem on the tracksuits long enough to read “Woodward Rugby - 1987”.

It felt like I had to navigate through a huddle to get to the bar disk. Everyone was just too overjoyed and absorbed talking to each other. The upshot was that nobody cared when I started to elbow my way forward. Finally I managed to squeeze in between two walking punching bags that had their backs against each other. The barman was busy pouring ale, but gave me a nod that I was next.

“What hot food you have?” “Only scotch eggs left, I’m afraid. It’s been busy all day,” he shouted back. “Two of those then, and a lager.” Again he nodded and handed the ale to a patron blocked from my view. Someone was leaving and the wall of a man who had been talking to him turned to face me. On top of the muscular body was a kind face with rosy cheeks and pitch black, unkempt hair. “Hey, I’m Cody.” “Alex.” I raised the glass the barman just handed me and we both had a sip. “So what’s the occasion?” “We just obliterated Bulldogs West. It really began at the second scrum.” and then Cody proceeded to basically retell the entire match for me. We weren’t even through the first half when my eggs arrived. By this point a few more teammates had joined us and added to the retelling of the match. The fatigue I felt from the horrible day vanished, as I was surrounded by hot, happy rugby players. While Cody was kind of cute, one of the guys who had joined us was an absolute looker. Slim, yet athletic with wide shoulders, dirt blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, and pouty lips. My eyes kept darting between him and whoever was talking at the moment.

I had a few pints more and managed to get to the end of the retelling of the match when I thought about the flight and decided to settle the bill and go to my room. Instead of a hot bath/shower it probably needed a cold one, because I had gotten quite hard in the middle of such a meat stack. But when I opened my wallet and pulled out my MasterCard another card came out with it, the lifetime membership card of the “Gay Club”. It was a birthday gift from Danny, and at that moment I questioned what on earth had gone through my mind when I put it in my wallet. Or rather, why I hadn’t removed it once Danny had left. It’s a silly joke in Austin, but in a rural small town it’s like asking for trouble.

“What team are you playing for?” Cody asked me, still standing next to me and looking right at the gay club card in my hand. I was facing the bar, so none of the others had seen the card yet, but they were standing just behind me, listening. The barman saw my wallet and walked over to the other side of the bar to get the card reader. “Oh, this card? No, that’s a joke I got as a gift.” “No, it isn’t. You’ve been oogling down Jason since you saw first him”.

He moved in closer, though barely possible in the cramped room. So close I would have to crane my neck to see his face. I kept watching the barman struggling with the card reader at the charger, as if that was somehow more important for me to focus on. Anything to avoid confronting this massive beast of a man. I could clearly smell the industrial locker room soap, and beneath that, a hint of the rest of the locker room. Only a minute more and I would have paid and been out of here. I just needed another minute without trouble. I could shout at the barman to put it on the room instead, save the minute and leave within seconds. But only if Cody would let me. It’s not like I could get out of his grip, a rugby full back, if he didn’t want me to leave. If I somehow managed it wasn’t like I was going to outrun an entire rugby team. That would be ludicrous. Why did it take so long to get the card reader? That was when I felt his massive hand grabbing my crotch, quickly locating my hard dick, and giving it a squeeze.

“No, the card is real all right. Wanna celebrate upstairs?”

I don’t remember answering. I mean, I know I did, and I know the general gist of it, but I can’t remember the words or the delivery or anything. I can only remember Jason placing a big kiss on my mouth while somewhere in the distance I hear Cody repeating “we’re in room 205”. Everything was wrapped in cotton as we left the pub and walked through the lobby to the stairs, me, Jason, Cody, and two more. Three more? I must have had an emotional overload from fearing being tackled by a homophobic rugby team to anticipating being tackled by an anything but rugby team. Add to that the creeping excitement of doing something wrong.

Jason had been wearing a black sweatshirt with the yellow Woodward Rugby seal, not the shiny black and yellow track tops most of them had on, but once the lobby was out of view, walking up the stairs, he pulled it off in one smooth movement, revealing his toned body. The movement had made me loock back at him and as he looked up his eyes met mine. He winked and smiled. I looked away and felt my ears turning hot. I was surprised I didn’t come right there. Our small group went down the corridor and I fumbled my way into my hotel room. Pretty roomy for me, but it quickly became crowded as the men filed in. Two I hadn’t spoken to were already passionately kissing.

Cody spun me around and started to undo my belt buckle. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked. There was a small voice of doubt whispering phrases such as “flight tomorrow” and “utterly irresponsible behavior”, but the rest of me was sloshing with hormones, primed to go along with whatever was about to happen. “Hey, Cody. Mind if I go first?” Jason asked. Cody hesitated for a second and then stepped aside. “Go for it!” he said, and slapped Jason on the back.

The bare-chested Jason continued where Cody had started and pulled down my dockers and breifs so I could step out of them. Then he kissed me again, pushed me on my back on the bed, and lowered the front of his track pants and boxers. His dick wasn’t very thick, but it was long with a big head. It resembled a plum in size, shape, and color. I should have said something. I’ve never been a fan of hookup culture, always preferred dating over things like grindr, or worse, clubs. Yet here I was on my back, without pants, about to have unprotected sex with a man I knew nothing about. “You good?” he asked me, as if he could see my thoughts, but this was just all too exciting. His dick was glistening in precum, so I knew it wasn’t just a sympathy fuck. “Go for it,” I echoed Cody and smiled at him. He smiled back that wonderful smile.

I was shaken by two of the other guys throwing themselves on the bed next to me, passionately kissing and groping each other. My focus was immediately pulled back to Jason as he grabbed both my legs and carefully started to insert his dick. Then slowly fucking me while keeping my legs up in the air. At first we kept eye contact, but as we were getting into it he closed his eyes and my eyes started to wander all over his upper body, tracing the outlines of his muscles. He kept changing how he held my legs, making it feel like we kept fucking at different positions. Fast and faster, until he was like a rabbit. I’ve never had something like this before. When he finally came he lifted my legs even higher, cumming deep inside of me.

He was barely outside of me when I felt someone kissing my neck. One of the guys to my right had started to fondle me as well. Apparently he was done with the other guy and started to push me into the little spoon position. I let him. After a bit of grinding he was soon entering me too. I could feel his dick was way thicker than Jason’s, but not as long. He wasn’t as energetic either, just slowly fucking me from behind while hugging me.

My phone screeched its morning alarm only a few hours after the last Woodward Rugby team player had left the room. Way too few hours, and the flight was too short to get much of a nap on. I was sore all over my body and felt queasy. I imagined this was what it felt like to be one of those tackling dummies in football. I wondered if they have that in Rugby also. They probably don’t fuck it for hours though. As for the queasiness I probably hadn’t slept more than two hours, was probably dehydrated, and the room stunk like a locker room. Locker room, traces of industrial soap, and cum. I’d never done or seen any fucking in locker rooms, though perhaps my life had been naively shielded from what other people where doing. I couldn’t wait to get back to that.

As I moved to get out of bed there was a drawn out gurgling sound from my belly, and I could feel my guts vibrate. My hand went there almost as a reflex, but instead of feeling my usual abs I felt a distended belly. I quickly got up and walked to the mirror by the closet. I didn’t normally have washboard abs, that takes way too much food discipline, but I had been proud to manage a flat belly all through college and up until now. Or up until yesterday, because in the reflection I saw what looked like a taut beer gut. Another rumble almost made me trip, and I sat down on the bed. I could only think of one explanation, and one that I didn’t really want recognize. That I got so much cum shot up my intestines that night that it blew up my guts like a balloon. That was of course impossible. A guy only jizzes a teaspoon or so, and I hadn’t been fucked by more than at most eight guys.

“Ha!”

I surprised myself at actually laughing out loud. I had been fucked by eight guys! What the fuck had I done! This wasn’t who I was. What would I do if I met them during breakfast? Pretend like nothing had happened? I was standing up and sitting down again, unsure what to do. I looked at the phone again. I should definitely take a shower, then just check out and leave. I wasn’t hungry for breakfast, and looking down I saw no reason why I would need to eat anything today.

I couldn’t button my shirt. The belly made the fabric strain too much that I just wore the shirt unbuttoned over my T-shirt. If anything it highlighted my belly even more. I was feeling crap and just couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. I wasn’t going to come back here, so screw appearances. Fuck Daleen Mechanical. I probably wouldn’t see anyone I knew on the plane or airports either. Straight from here to my house in anonymity. I kept hearing rumbles from my stomach all the drive to the rental company, and I could feel a sweat breaking out. Perhaps this wasn’t at all what I thought it was. Perhaps one of the scotch eggs were bad. That’s when I felt the unmistakable relaxing of the jaw. At least I had plenty of time and road to safely stop and get out of the vehicle before I vomited into the ditch. I instantly felt much better. I got to the rental place no problems, got to the airport in good time, and bought a big bottle of water at exorbitant price to rehydrate. Still got an annoying belly though, but I hoped it would be gone by evening.

Day three was when I was really getting worried. I hadn’t been feeling sick since that first day, and at least I imagined the swelling had gone down, but when I woke up that third morning it was even worse than the first day. I was sweating and was nauseous, and spent the entire morning unsuccessfully trying to induce another vomit by dry heaving over the toilet bowl. Ultimately it just slowly went away and I drove to work an hour late. I didn’t really want to make a medical thing out of it all though. Just imagine that conversation.

“So, tell me when it started?” “It started when I let a rugby team train me like a cored out grapefruit on a school camping trip.”

No. I decided I would tough it out. That lasted a full week with on and off nausea until the cramps started, and I scheduled a doctor’s appointment. To say I omitted some of the symptom history when talking to him was an understatement. I just said I had woken up one day with a distended belly and had suffered from the effects for almost two weeks now. There was a lot of “hmm”, some gentle poking, and a visit to the phlebotomist for whatever array of tests the doctor needed. Three different vials of blood drawn.

Fortunately the following two days were uneventful. I now somehow considered a day where I just woke up with a big belly and had no other symptoms a good day. The doctor called me at work and wondered if I could come in later that day.

“What was the result of the tests?” “We need to check a few more things. How soon can you be here?” “I’m… It doesn’t sound good.” “We are leaning towards it being benign, but… Can you come right away?” “Sure, I guess.”

I was anxious and confused the entire trip there, and I wasn’t reassured by the welcoming committee at the hospital. There was a nurse just inside the main entrance waiting for me. That in itself was concerning. She showed me the way to one of the generic exam rooms, where she asked me to wait for the doctor. Fifteen minutes later I was just about to go looking for someone in case they had forgotten me when he showed up. After some quick questions about how I felt today he asked med to sit down on the gurney.

“Could you lift your shirt?” he asked and I of course complied. He put on his stethoscope and put the cold, flat part on the tip of my belly. I was almost about to ask him if he was joking. It was such a cliché with a “doctor” putting the stethoscope against anything to diagnose it. Anything that wasn’t heart or lungs that is.

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” the doctor started, very hesitant, “but the bloodwork and this examination all point to the same conclusion. You are pregnant.”

I was still waiting for the punchline.

“This is obviously a medical first, so there is a whole list of examinations we would like to perform, starting with fMRI, which is booked an hour from now, and a gynecological exam after that. There is some more bloodwork we want to do as well.” “Pregnant.” The punchline wasn’t a comedic one. I was shocked. “But…” “We will figure this out together.” He was patting my arm in support. “What about abortion?” I shuddered to think about nine months living like this. “There will have to be a surgery at some point, unless your journal is incomplete you don’t have a birth canal, but since this is Texas it can’t be anytime soon.”

I just stared into the cream yellow wall of the examination room trying to comprehend it all. In all the chaotic thoughts of “Freak!” and pregnancy and the unavoidable humiliation of having to describe to the doctors how it actually went down I kept having flashes of Jason’s smile. God, I hope he is the father.

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