#love love love that we can do their house interior it never gets old for me!

[nordsea-horizons]

my villagers relaxing at home💕

#love love love that we can do their house interior it never gets old for me! #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #acnh interior #acnh villagers #acnh villager home #acnh bea #acnh punchy #acnh molly #acnh shino #acnh inspo #acnh nordsea in summer #acnh nordsea

[uluvjay]

Fall in love with you- T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Best friend! Reader (feat. Quinn Hughes)

Summary: you knew Better than to fall in love with Trevor

Warnings?; angst, self-doubt, crying, asshole Trevor, cursing, Quinn comes to the rescue, this is extremely old and hardly proofread so I apologize for any errors!

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You were Trevor’s best friend, your moms were best friends in collage leading to the life long friendship of you two.

You two had always been close even when he moved to Michigan for hockey you never drifted. He begged you to come to Boston with him for collage even though he only stayed a year and your had gotten into your dream school.

It was Trevor how could you say no?

That was a problem of yours never being able to tell him no. He wanted to go to a party even though you hated them? You went, wanted you to stay up late with him despite you having a big test the next day? You did it.

You always blamed it on the fact he was your best friend but everyone besides Trevor knew you were lying, they could all see how in love you were with him they just never brought it up.

The first person to call you out on those feelings was Quinn Hughes. Trevor had invited you to the Hughes lake house two summers ago where he constantly left you and was hardly even home most nights, usually with some random girl he met that day.

There had been an argument between you and Trevor, you blew up on him after he came home from another one night stand telling him if you knew you would be spending more time with the Hughes family and their other friends then him you wouldn’t have come in the first place.

He got offended saying he was allowed to have fun to even though that had nothing to do with what you were saying, after he stormed out of the room you were staying in you made the impulse decision to book a flight back to New York, and get the hell out of there but Quinn had caught you packing.

—-

“Hey you okay we heard you two yell- woah what’re you packing for?” He asked stopping himself mid sentence

“Im going home Quinn, thank you for opening your home to me I really appreciate it and you guys have all been so nice spending time with me while Trevor’s off with random girls every night”

“Wait, why are you leaving though? Did Trevor say something? I’ll go kick his ass right now if he hurt your feelings”

“No he didn’t I-I just can’t do this anymore, he begged me to come and of course I said yes like always just for him to pretty much say fuck me and leave me to be with some random girls who probably took pictures of him sleeping so they can post them an-“

“Your in love with him” he said cutting you off

“What? No Quinn, I’m not” you replied with a defensive laugh

“Don’t lie to me”

“Quinn I’m not”

“Cut the bullshit” he told you more stern shutting the door

“I’m not lying”

“Yes you are, I see the way you look at your phone when he lets you know he won’t be coming back, how you stare at the marks on his neck and back, how you stare daggers into all the girls that talk to him, the way your face lights up when he walks into a room, your in love”

“He can’t know Quinn, it’ll ruin everything” you told him looking down at your hands

“Hey, your secrets safe with me, but you can’t do this to yourself forever kid”

And that’s how You and Quinn also became best friends

—-

Fast forward two years and here you are back at the same Lake house in the same predicament. However over last summer you became good friends with most of the guys including Jamie and Mason who came with from Anaheim.

You Graduated from collage in May and got your degree in interior design, tonight Quinn and Jack were hosting you a small graduation dinner as they wasn’t able to attend your graduation along with some of the other guys.

You were standing in the Kitchen with Cole, Quinn, Jack, Trevor and Jamie who had all just come back from a workout.

“So Y/n you gonna come to Montreal and help me make my house look nice? I need some help decorating my shelves they don’t look good” Cole asked

“You can reach your shelves?” Jack asked causing everyone to laugh

“Shut up asshole” Cole replied

“Yeah Coley I’ll come help but I won’t be needing your stepladder I should be good” you said adding in to the joking

“You know what fuck all of you” he said walking off laughing

“Love you!” You called out laughing as well

“When he murders us all in our sleep I won’t be surprised” Quinn said causing everyone to let out light giggles

“Y/n what color you wearing tonight? I don’t wanna clash” Jack asked you

“You act like you won’t be wearing shorts and a random shirt ” you replied “but probably this white dress I bought a little while ago, I’m finally tan enough to wear it”

“You can’t wear white, the girl I invited is” Trevor blurted out looking at his phone

“Dude what the hell? I told you this was a lake house thing only, only the people staying here are allowed at the dinner, no extra invites” Quinn said getting a little pissed

“Aren’t your parents coming? Along with Luke, some of his friends, and y/n’s one friend? Why can’t my friend come”

“That’s our Family Z, they have a relationship with y/n and she knows Luke’s friends from them hanging around they’re like all madly in love with her” Jack said joining in

“Y/n’s fine with it right?” He said giving you the look he always did when he wanted something from you

“I’m not paying, it’s up to Quinn and Jack they organized the dinner” you said looking away

“Yeah so she’s not coming and if she for some reason does show up, she better not be in white, it’s Y/n’s night” Quinn said ending the conversation and walking out everyone else following besides you and Trevor.

“What the hell was that?” Trevor scoffed

“What?”

“You totally taking Quinn’s side!? Are you in a mood with me or something? Why can’t my friend come”

“Because I’m not paying Z, it’s not something i organized Quinn and Jack did, if I had it up to me we’d being having pizza and sitting around a fire not going to a fancy restaurant.” you told him growing a bit annoyed.

“Whatever” he mumbled stomping off.

—

Four hours later everyone was in a private room at some fancy restaurant in Michigan, in all it had ended up being You, The Hughes family, Cole, Mason, Jamie, Trevor, Dylan and Luca.

Trevor hadn’t spoken to you since earlier in the kitchen and hadn’t gotten off his phone since you guys had gotten to the restaurant.

Jamie and Mason had both said something to him multiple times but it just ended with Trevor giving both of them attitude.

You were talking with Ellen about the new things she had planted in their home garden when Trevor stood up and pocketed his phone walking out of the private room.

“Okay can I ask what the hell his problem is?” Ellen had asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I didn’t let him invite one of his little hookups and he got mad because Y/n took my side instead of giving in” Quinn explained.

“He hasn’t said a word to me since like noon either” Jack added.

“Okay this isn’t about him and let’s not make it about him, tonight is about Y/n and her achievements” Jim said shutting everyone up just in time as the food was being served.

Ten minutes later the door opened back up and in walked Trevor with a blonde girl.

You froze, was he serious right now? For one night he couldn’t listen and not go off and do what he wanted. You looked around and seen Jamie and Cole both rubbing their foreheads and looked next to you at Quinn who had his head titled back, then to your right to your best friend who looked like she was about to murder both Trevor and the blonde girl.

You returned to eating until you heard someone scoff and a chair scoot out, as you looked up you seen Jamie pulling Trevor out the room, leaving the girl in the room.

“And you are?” Ellen asked causing Luke and Jack to both let out slight laughs at how straightforward their mom was.

“Emma” she replied

“Mm” was all Ellen replied, she also knew about your feelings for Trevor

The door opened back up and in walked a pissed off Jamie which was a rare sight to see, and an annoyed Trevor.

“Everyone this is my girlfriend Emma” he announced and it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop as everyone looked from them to you.

Did everyone know about your feelings? Were you truly that noticeable when it came to how you acted around Trevor?

“Since when?” Mason asked

“Three months” Emma answered

Everyone just stayed quite, the tension could be cut with a knife and the amount of awkwardness was uncomfortable.

“I think it’s time to head home” you whispered in Quinn’s ear

“Yeah, I’ll go grab the check” he said getting up and walking out

“Where’s he going?” Trevor asked

“To get the Check” you replied

“Already? Is that what you whispered in his ear about? I’m not ready to leave you can’t just decide when we all leave Y/n”

“Well I’m ready to head home Trevor and it was my graduation dinner but you of course found a way to make the night about you” you snapped standing up and leaving.

—

Once everyone got home you went straight to your room and got changed into comfortable clothes, went down stairs, made a drink and went outback.

You were feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you loved Trevor and he constantly hurt you but honestly it was your fault, you were the one that never told him how you feel how’s he supposed to know you wanna be the one in his bed every night?

You were also angry at him, how dare he pull the shit he did tonight at your graduation dinner of all things. You celebrated multiple achievements of his with him and never once made it about you, it just wasn’t fair.

You didn’t even realize someone had come outside or that you were crying until you heard someone ask you something.

“Huh?” You asked as you came back to your surroundings to see Jack sitting next to you.

“I asked why your crying”

“Oh it’s nothing” you rushed out wiping your tears

“Non of that Bullshit what’s up” he asked

“I love Trevor, no I’m in love with him, have been since I was 17”

“I know” he replied nonchalantly

“What?!”

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, your pretty bad at hiding it” he said with a laugh

“You don’t think he noticed do you..”

“No he’s to stupid” he told you laughing again

“Good, I just don’t know what I’d do if he found out I was in love with him, we’ve been best friends since we were born it would ruin everything.”

“You’re in love with me?” You heard the person that shouldn’t be asking that question ask it.

“Shit” you mumbled closing your eyes

“I’m gonna head back inside” Jack said getting up and patting your shoulder

“I asked you a question Y/n, please tell me you’re talking about someone else you’ve been friends with since kids.”Trevor said

“No it’s you, I love you” you said in a low voice

“What the Fuck” he said with a laugh

“I know, I know I’m sorr-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Y/n! Do you know what this is going to change? Everything! Our whole lives, every moment we’ve ever shared, it’s all different now”

“I know that’s why I never said anything, I knew you wouldn’t feel the same” you mumbled

“Damn right I don’t feel that way”

“Can you not be rude right now?, you listened in on a conversation you had no business hearing and now you know information that just ruined our friendship, I don’t need you being an ass”

“Why? Why me y/n?”

“I don’t know Trevor! I ask myself that every single day, why you, why my best friend? And I don’t have an answer ” you told him.

“You should have known better”

“It not like I wanted to fall for you Trevor, it’s not like I hoped and wished that I’d fall in love with you and ruin a 22 year long friendship.”

“We need space, I need space y/n I don’t know how to feel about this.” he told you

“I’ll find the next flight to New York tomorrow and be gone” you told him walking past him and into the house.

—

As you were laying in bed you heard someone knock on your door, “come in” you said with a hoarse voice from crying

“Hey I just wanted to check in, Jack told me what happened” Quinn said walking in

“It was so bad Quinny” you said breaking down again.

“No, don’t cry, it’ll be okay y/n” he said sitting next to you and rubbing your back

“I’m leaving tomorrow” you told him

“Why?”

“He said he wants space so I’m gonna go home, I think it’s for the better you know getting away from him”

“Don’t go home, let’s go somewhere”

“Where?” You asked with curiosity

“A beach?”

“That sounds nice”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” you said looking up at him with a smile

—-

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[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 10.2 * mv1

you drop your head with a small smile. "only if you promise to pick me up?"

through his own tears, max laughs and throws his head back. it's a familiar line - one you said when he first asked you out all those years ago. he squeezes your hand and shakes it. "only if i get to send you home after."

but you sigh tiredly, resting your head in your hand. "are you sure about this, max? what if we only hurt each other more?"

"it's a risk i'm willing to take," he admits. "because it's you."

because he can't bear to watch you walk out of that door again without a fight. the pain he endured for months leading up to tonight felt like it could last forever - like he'd never get around to getting over you.

nothing in his life has ever been so clear: it's always been you, and it's always going to be you.

there's nobody else for him.

"and if we do, at least we know we tried," max whispers, dropping his head. "if it were up to me, i'd do this over and over and over again... if it means i get to be with you for the rest of my life."

“how sure are you of this, max?”

“i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

"i love you," you smile, starting to feel yourself calm down. a weight has lifted off your shoulders and you instantly feel a tinge of churning in your stomach. "i missed you."

"i missed you more," max sighs, adjusting himself to wrap his arms around your smaller frame. "i miss the way you smell and the way you'd smile at me. i miss your bowl of scrunchies; you have a point making it the table's centrepiece, you know?"

you grin, leaning into his touch. "i'm an interior designer secretly."

"it's what made our home," he sucks in a deep breath, "a home. i hated being there when you were away."

"i hated my apartment without you in it," you confess, a hand holding onto his arm for dear life. “i missed you and the cats.”

you don't know how to convince yourself that this isn't a dream. you don't want to open your eyes and then realise that none of this is real and max is never yours again.

“we’ll do it right this time,” max mutters against your skin with a smile. “i promise i won’t give up on us. you're stuck with me."

"i wanna be stuck with you," you giggle, nuzzling your cheek into his skin. "i'm sorry i wasn't with you when you won the title this year."

"it's alright. we'll just photoshop a picture of us together," max presses a kiss to the top of your head and rubs the exposed skin on your arm, "and then we'll frame it as our biggest picture in the house. we'll tell our kids about it."

"how we photoshopped it?"

"no, how we most definitely celebrated my third title together. we had so much fun, don't you remember?"

"i must be having memory issues. i'm too young for that, max."

"i will take care of you, duh? i'll remind you every single day how much i love you, and you love me." he moves slightly, adjusting so that he can see your face. he brushes the hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear. “just the way it should be.”

“i’m scared, max. what if we’re never the same again because of this?” it’s a concern that’s been eating at you for the past couple minutes. while being in max’s arms is an ideal situation, what if it’s different this time?

max knows what you mean. he’d also been scared of that. after all the words said, the hurt you caused each other, and those accusations that may never be fully solved — what if you never fall back into what you’re used to?

what if you fall into the same old routine where you’re just fighting again?

“we’ll figure something out, i’m sure,” max cups your cheeks, swiping away the tear stains on your face. “it won’t always be this way. it will get better, i promise.”

you close your eyes, leaning into his touch. a hand comes up to rest over his and you trace shapes on his skin. “i don’t want to hate you.”

“hey,” max’s stern yet gentle tone makes you open your eyes, meeting his cool blue eyes staring into yours with a glimmer you’re unable to fathom. “one step at a time. we will be okay. i will make sure of it.”

you nod and give him a small smile. “one step at a time.”

max smiles, squeezing your cheeks. “i love you.”

he pulls you in gently, one hand coming down to the back of your neck. “you are the only one for me,” he says against your lips, smiling before your lips touch.

you’re overwhelmed by the familiarity of his taste and the way he smells — his perfume bringing you back to a time where your relationship had been so simple. the way his hands feel against your skin and how his lips are moving along with yours fills you with unexplainable joy.

your hands clutch on the material of his shirt by his shoulders, having no idea how much you craved his touch and his sweet words.

he pulls away breathless, giggling dizzily when you lean forward to chase for his touch. he swipes his thumb over your lips to wipe himself off of you. he rests his foreheard on yours.

“do you want to go dance? i know you’re not much of it but we are at a party, after all.”

you smile toothily. you nudge your head to bump his nose. “only if it’s with you.”

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[raggedytiger]

ragatha/agatha and pomni/penny human hcs!

(r)agatha:

is an english teacher!

yes she still loves horses. she used to ride them, & she loves old western movies.

owns cowboy hat and boots.

analytical and loves long & winding conversations.

has a very happy cat named sandwich.

patches her own clothes, doesn't have kids but if she did she would embroider their names into their belongings.

she still plays cello, she loves music in general, probably sings like an angel.

can't do any mathematics.

can drive, but like a lunatic. somehow has never had an accident though, so it's fine.

probably has a cute little baby blue/yellow car now, but definitely had a beat up offroader truck at some point that got put to good use. or maybe she still does, i'm not the boss.

total lesbian, a bit of a heartbreaker but not intentionally (women just keep falling for her)

goes to town/neighbourhood/community meetings. likely is/was in a knitting circle

absurd number of quilts in her home

pomni/penny:

is an accountant as we know, and cannot cook for shit as we know.

no pets she can barely take herself for walks. is more similar to a cat, but had a dog growing up. would love a collie or a dalmatian probably.

would name the dog something stupid like Thermometer Johnson.

she can drive, but nervously.

really quick thinker, like impressively, unless she's under HUGE amounts of stress. is literally always thinking at 100mph.

no sense of interior decor or personal style. all practical, kind of butch. really does kill a suit.

very much lesbian but not fully to terms with it. probably had short-lived relationships with men in which she was 'content' but didn't really care for it. seeing agatha as agatha for the first time was probably a crazy punch to her little gay heart. not to mention the cowboy gear.

autistic

watches 90s anime to wind down

listens to every single genre of music. passes a lot of time with headphones in, slowly making her way thru the entire world's discography

owns no band merch or anything though she just listens

can't sleep without a fan on, thunderstorm 12hr audio, blackout curtains, weighted blanket, water nearby

does not sleep a lot

both of them (going to call them pomni and ragatha for convenience):

didn't immediately recognise one another. i havent got an exact idea of how they reunited after getting out, but there were tears.

bonded in a very rare and unique way - they got to revel in the newfound joys of real life again. they got to eat delicious food, go on long, unobstructed walks in the real sun, be warmed by it, chew on ice cubes and shiver at the pain, listen to each other's heartbeats, listen to real music, read real books, smell soaps and flowers and sauces. they went to the supermarket together and read all the labels, and bought one of each type of fruit to try between them, and smelled all the candles, and touched all the blankets. spent a lot of time holding hands and kissing and i'm sorry to say, probably having sex, because holy shit, i'm real, you're real, we're real

now live together in ragatha's apartment, after pomni moved out of her small and confusingly-furnished flat.

both of them feel inadequate from time to time. this is resolved by a stern-but-loving talking-to.

sandwich likes pomni very much. pomni doesn't really get cats, but loves sandwich a great deal, and enjoys letting her sleep on her lap.

ragatha is very pleased to see her girls getting along.

ragatha cooks, pomni chops the veg. she often doesn't fuck it up

pomni cleans a lot as a 'thank you for letting me live here, i love you'. she's very much acts of service, ragatha is words & physical touch <3

they watch a lot of movies together. depending on how long they've been stuck, they might have culture to catch up on

ragatha wants to have a house with a garden one day. pomni starts germinating seeds from their fruit & veg like a weird science experiment. ragatha is delighted when she is presented with a baby tomato plant.

clothes are shared. ragatha's are bigger, but most of pomni's are ill-fitting anyway so it can go both ways. ragatha likes to dress pomni up in different outfits and have her do a little fashion show. pomni pretends not to savour the confidence boost.

pomni starts sleeping more

#ok im tired so thats it now. BYE #tadc #pomni #ragatha #the amazing digital circus #buttonblossom #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #jesterdoll #ragapom #tadc headcanon #ragatha x pomni #pomni x ragatha #tadc hc #tadc humanization #human versions

[calmcoldevening]

Pov: You loved vampire!slashers in your past life and now you met them again

TW: mention of blood, biting, vampire and e.t.c

Characters: Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Hannibal Lecter

English is not my native language, so sorry about misspells. I hope you enjoy it ♡

Mieloji (Lithuanian) — Darling

You have just moved to a new small town away from the hustle and bustle of megacities. Surprisingly, you quickly found a place to live and settled into a small house, beautiful and cozy. After unpacking all the things, you decided to explore a new city a little. After all, you've been living here for quite a while, haven't you?

And now you are standing in front of a large mansion, made in the likeness of a certain Gothic style. The massive building was made in dark colors. Large windows with a pleasant view of a surprisingly well-kept garden with bushes of blood-red roses; a dark pointed roof with neat tiles; dark gray walls of the mansion with peeling paint in some places. In front of your face were massive doors made of dark oak with a neat intricate engraving on them. Something like snakes.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly open the door. It does not give in immediately, the old hinges creak disgustingly. And here you are inside. You can see a huge corridor with a large staircase directly opposite the entrance. The interior is made in black and red tones, in some places you can see elements of silver or gold. Huge paintings in gold frames hang on both walls of the lobby. They depict some important people with menacing faces, but you can't make out the text on the captions to the portraits. It's a language you don't know. A huge chandelier with red candles burning on it hangs on the ceiling. Even the very flame on them seems scarlet. And although it's only early autumn outside, it's strangely cool in the mansion. Almost grave cold.

Michael Myers

You notice that your kitten is behaving strangely. Perhaps you shouldn't have taken him to such a strange mansion. The black little animal begins to meow often and asks to get off your hands. You slowly put him on the floor, and he runs straight up the stairs to the second floor.

"Michael, be a good boy and come back!" You mumble in a voice a little louder than a whisper.

Your boy has never been so restless, on the contrary, he was usually even too calm. Even when you first found this baby, he was a quiet, albeit wayward cat. As if he understood you.

"Michael..."

You hear the cat meowing from one of the distant rooms and sigh in defeat. Slowly climbing up the burgundy trunk to the stairs, you hold on to the smooth black railing with your hand. When you reach the back room, you notice Michael sitting on a large velvet bed with a satisfied smile. It was a huge double bed with a gray canopy over it and a carved headboard. A truly aristocratic bed. You come closer, holding out your hands to the kitten.

"Come on, be a good boy, we need to go. We don't want to meet the owner of this place, do we?"

Finally, the cat climbs into your arms and you turn around to leave, but abruptly bump into something. He was a huge man. You back away in fear, landing on the bedspread. You just crashed into his chest...

Your eyes go up, examining the man with horror. He was at least six feet tall, menacing and cold as a statue. His dark curly hair fell in careless curls over his pale face. The man's face was expressionless, and his large copper eyes were bloodshot.

You reflexively hug the cat to you, trying to protect him, and you close your eyes. The man raises his hand and...

Nothing?

Oh.

His big cold palm with rough fingers gently touches your face, stroking your cheek. You slowly open your eyes, looking at the stranger in disbelief. But now his face wasn't so impassive. Behind all this cold facade there was a hint of... Happiness?

The man was standing there, stroking your face, as your kitten jumped to the floor, starting to rub against the man's leg. What a... He never recognized strangers, even hissed at them if someone got too close to you.

You look up at a man, and your eyes meet. Why is he silent?

"Y/ N..." he mutters faintly, and your heart starts beating wildly in your ears.

How does he know your name? A moment later, and the man gets on his knees, hugging you around the waist and putting his head on your lap. Even in this position, he was huge. He covers his red eyes, starting to slowly rub his face against your knees and emit a light purr. Just like a kitten...

"Missed you."

And again just one phrase. But it's enough to make your heart start to ache strangely in your chest. Your hands seem to move by themselves, burrowing into his unruly curls and massaging his tense skin. A strange feeling of deja vu appeared inside. As if it really was before...

Looking up, you don't find a kitten.

"Michael," you mutter softly, frowning, and notice that the man raised his head, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes. His name... Michael? Just like your kitten. You sigh softly and smile at him. The man... No, Michael, he smiles a little in response and you see little fangs peeking out from under his lips. A vampire... But it doesn't scare you. For the first time, nothing scares you. It's like you've finally come home.

Vincent Sinclair

It was a huge picturesque mansion where you wanted to stay longer. All this mysterious interior in the mystical light of blood candles caused a strange excitement in your stomach.

You slowly climb up to the second floor, looking at the paintings and leading your hand along the different railings. A truly blood-stirring place.

Walking to the second floor, your feet lead you to the first room you come across. A spacious room with dark curtains on the windows, inside there were several tables littered with papers and paraffin candles standing on them. But what caught your eye were the drawings. Oh, Father, it was a whole picture gallery! All the walls of the room were hung with old, slightly yellowed and frayed paper. And on each sheet there were different faces, as if alive. You came closer to examine them and... Your face was here. It was almost perfect. The accuracy with which your facial features and your hair were transferred, although they were somewhat longer in the portraits... Your smile is so bright and colorful. Your eyes... It was really you. But you've never worn such strange dresses... And where did your image come from here?

There was a thump behind you, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor. You turn around and freeze in place.

It was a man. He was dressed in unusual clothes for modernity, rather resembling the costumes of the Victorian era. His long hair fell over his broad shoulders, and his face was covered with a snow-white mask. Several heavy volumes of books lay on the floor in front of him. So that's what it fell...

It seems the man is hesitating. His ringed hands are shaking a little as he gathers his thoughts. It was as if he had seen a ghost. Or a goddess.

The stranger is slowly moving towards you, his dark hair flowing over his strong shoulders like silk ribbons. He slowly knelt down, gently hugging you with trembling hands. You feel this cold touch on your hot skin, but it seems almost... comforting. You look down at him, your hands almost reflexively reaching for his hair, gently running through the soft strands. And he shudders. A dull, barely audible whimper fills the room. The man presses closer to your body and mutters something indistinctly.

A simple "Vincent" flashes through your head, and you don't notice how you say it out loud. The man shudders, looking up at you, and your heart freezes. His blood-filled eyes look at you with unprecedented love and tenderness. You're back, they say.

Hannibal Lecter

"You're finally here, Mieloji."

It was a deep male voice that made your blood run cold in your veins. You slowly turned your head towards the stairs, noticing a tall man on it.

He was dressed in a dark suit with a starched white shirt peeking out from under his vest. His entire appearance radiated elegance and sophistication. Those carefully arranged hair on her head, shining in the bloody candlelight. This sweet, but at the same time dangerous, intoxicating snow-white smile with plump pink lips. And, oh, those blood-red eyes looking into the very depths of your trembling soul.

As he slowly descends towards you, you back away, pressing into the wall. The man reaches out to you with his pale hand with neatly sharpened nails, touching your cheek. Only now do you notice how much he towers over you. Like a predator over a prey.

"I had no hope of meeting you again, Mieloji," He whispers, leaning against your neck and looking at you with his burning eyes.

"S-Sorry... But I don't understand what you're talking about..." You mutter softly, feeling your knees slowly give way, "Maybe you're confusing me with someone..."

"Oh, no, dear. I recognize you from a thousand," He whispers with a predatory smile, baring a pair of sharp fangs, "I recognize you from a thousand, Y/N."

"How do you know my name?" Your voice is shaking. It seems like it was too much for you. You were scared.

"Shh, Mieloji. I didn't mean to scare you," His gaze softens for a moment as he runs his thumb over your trembling lip, "I'm Hannibal."

He probably expected this name to give you some hint of what's going on, but you just nervously pursed your lips. What a strange man he is... Although it was worth this name to fly off his plump lips, as your heart skipped a light beat. But this is not enough to believe his words. You're just scared...

"It seems you've really forgotten me, Mieloji," Hannibal murmured with a slight bitterness, looking into your beautiful eyes. Oh, he was drowning in their alluring depths every time, "I shouldn't have let you go then... But I cherished you too much to deprive you of the joys of mortal life."

The man wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into his cold embrace. Your smaller body looked so perfect in his hands... The pleasant aroma of his body hits you in the nose, mixed with a slight taste of copper and sandalwood. At this moment you feel so calm, here in his arms. It's as if the whole world around you has ceased to exist, just you and him.

His cold hand slowly looks at your tense back, lightly sliding his nails on the fabric of your clothes. Hannibal remembered it all too well: every curve of your body, the scent of your hair and your gentle voice. It was definitely you, his beloved, who returned to him after centuries. He knew it right away, as soon as he noticed you at the gate through the window of the second floor.

"Mieloji, I've missed you so much... I thought I wouldn't see you again," he muttered, a hint of relief in his voice.

Oh, how you wanted to believe him. It all seemed like a pleasant dream. You just moved out of your old town and entered a mansion you didn't know, but this was the first time you really felt at home. You were in the right place.

You almost reflexively squeeze the fabric of his vest between your fingers, and the man lets out a light laugh. He pulls away, still holding you by the waist and burying his free hand in your hair. Hannibal tilts your head slightly to the side.

"Let me show you my love again," he whispers, and you feel a painful burning sensation in your neck.

His sharp fangs cut into your flesh, and his pink lips begin to slowly suck your skin. It was painful. But gradually this feeling was replaced by something like... pleasure?

"Let me help you remember everything, Mieloji."

#slashers x reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter x reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 6

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Hottie wakes you up with a hot chocolate. The scent alone is enough to rouse you. Your mother always said you were a bloodhound.

You put on some cool DIY tutorials you found, explaining to her how you want to convert your old vanity, but first you need a lot of glitter. She seems interested but she's more concerned about the glitter being everywhere. You don't see what's so wrong with that but she suggests sealing it with resin. Well, it's all just plans until you get the materials.

You hear your mom and dad get up and notice how Hottie quiets down. She glances at the door, almost looking guilty. You smile and hop up from the bed.

"All cool, my parents are pretty chill," you say, "I'll just go tell them you're here."

"Is that okay?" She asks.

"Sure, I'll be right back."

You leave the door slightly ajar and go downstairs. You smell and hear the coffee machine brewing as you enter the kitchen. Your mom rubs her eyes as your dad leans on the island.

"Morning," you chirp, "hope you don't mind I brought a friend back last night."

"Oh, is it Kam?" Your mom asks.

"No, my new friend. I told you about her."

"Hmm, well, it's good you're making other friends," your dad hums, "hopefully better ones."

"She's awesome!"

"Are you sticking around, hon? The new couch is being delivered tonight so we have someone coming to get the old one around noon. Your dad and I have some running around to do."

"Oh, sure, is it okay if my friend hangs out til then?"

"As long as you're not up to your usual shenanigans," your dad girds playfully, "shouldn't be a problem."

"Great," you clap your hands.

Your dad growls and your mom groans as she turns to watch the coffee percolate.

"Where did she get the energy?" You father bemoans, "it certainly wasn't from us."

You giggle and leave them, rushing back upstairs to find Hottie with her purse on her shoulder. You nearly run smack into her as you enter your room.

"Hey, are you leaving?"

"I don't wanna intrude--"

"No, it's cool, really. They don't care. And they're going out for the day. We just needa wait here for the couch guys."

"Couch guys?" She echoes.

"Yeah, pleaseeee, stay," you whine, "it'll be so boring without you."

She sighs and gives a soft smile, "alright, I guess I haven't even finished my coffee."

🍪

You and Hottie sit out on the back deck, getting some sun as you wait. She fiddles with her phone, scowling as she often does at the small screen, as you cut up old magazines and fill a scrap book full of ideas. You like to put your fantasies together even if you know they won't ever be true. Besides, your mother never does anything with her old issues.

"You should try pinterest," she suggests over the top of her phone as she lays on her stomach, legs bent up behind her.

"Oh, I have an account!" You announce proudly, "I can send you the link!"

"Sure," she accepts with a smile, "so, you in school for something..."

"I wanted to do interior design. Mom said no. She doesn't see a career in that. So I'm taking Psych."

"Psychology? Wow, that's interesting."

"I guess. Oh, I was thinking about this study we read. They did an experiment where they had people with scars interview for jobs. And then they went over with the interviewer and interviewee how they thought it went and it talked all about how the people with scars factored in their appearance a lot more than the interviewer... I don't know, it just popped up in my head."

"Ah," she squints, "no reason for that, I'm sure."

Before you can respond, you hear the doorbell through the screen door. You get up, promising to be right back as Hottie rolls over. You head inside and tramp through the house in your flip flops. The doorbell rings again.

"I'm coming," you sing as you get to the door and pull it open, "hel--lo."

You stare dumbfounded at the man on your porch. August has an equally flabbergasted look on his face, his scar turning white as his eyes flare.

"You again," he growls.

You raise your chin defiantly and muster your inner Hottie.

"Um, excuse me, but... you need to go. I'm the bouncer here and--"

His brows furrow and he crosses his arms, making himself seem even bigger. You bat your lashes and cringe. You're not really convincing.

"I'm here for a couch," he glowers at your meanly.

"Really?"

"Mmm," he growls, "this is 387 Willow, isn't it?"

"Yes, but... don't you work at the club--"

"It's extra money. Now do you want your couch gone or do you wanna keep yammering at me?"

"Sorry, I..." You push the door back and retreat inside, "do you need help?"

"Not yours," he turns back and whistles, "Bodecker, get over here."

You glance past him and see another familiar face. It's the other bouncer, the one with the round belly. He comes up the steps and smirks at you.

"Ah, what are the odds?"

"Yes, what are the odds?" August sneers, "how exactly did you find this pick up?"

"Hey, it's money," the other man says, "so, where's the couch?"

#august walker x reader #dark august walker #august walker #dark!august walker #drabble #series #the club #mission impossible: fallout #black light #au

[janksfatass]

Pt. 1

Warnings: Tumultuous marriage, nothing spicy… yet.

Word Count: 1700

F!Reader x OC, F!Reader x Jake

Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”

You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.

Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.

You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.

“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”

“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”

“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.

The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.

“Who’s house is this?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.

“Password?”

“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.

The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.

Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.

You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”

“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.

You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.

“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”

You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.

You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.

“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.

“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.

He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.

“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”

“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.

“You seem surprised. Why?”

“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”

“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.

“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”

“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.

He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.

He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.

He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’

“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.

“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.

“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.

“Well go on, take a look around.”

You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.

“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”

“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.

“What’s down there?”

“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.

“Well…”

Your laugh instantly ceases.

He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.

“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”

“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”

You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

‘If I die, I die.’

He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader

[idanceuntilidie]

Baked with love

Yan gingerbread man x gn reader

I drew Flynn it will be at the end of the post <3

There are no warnings this time :3

Requests are open :D or you can just ask about the oc I don’t mind.

Once upon a time there was a very old bakery, it was ran by a witch. It was very famous for its amazing sweets that were just too good to be true.  

The kind words and compliments weren't enough for the witch, she had feared her bakery will be overshadowed. To make sure that wouldn't happen she decided to create living pastries and cookies. 

It took her weeks, to perfect the recipe and design, it was finally time for the first ever living cookie. 

So, she created the gingerbread man, and that was the last time anyone had ever seen her. 

There was an old bakery around the corner, quite popular if you have to admit. For a good reason, the lady that worked there did absolute wonders. 

She had a talent for baking. Today you decided to visit her and maybe buy few things. When you walked to the bakery instead of an old lady you met a stylish young man. When you went inside the bakery you could almost feel the magic that was probably present there. The smell was so welcoming and sweet, for some it felt like home, and it was hard to not agree. Though the interior of the place reminded you a little bit of your grandma's house. Small but cozy. Your eyes scanned briefly the delicious baked goods that laid out in the display, freshly baked blueberry and chocolate muffins caught your eye first. Then there was the best-looking apple pie you had ever seen, next to it were colorful macaroons, and so much more. 

It made your mouth water. 

There were new things also, you never knew Miss Sugar knew how to make candy. 

 When you were done eyeing up the treats that laid in front of you, you looked up, and instead of meeting the famous old lady you met a young man. His eyes widened, face getting slightly red. 

 "S-Sorry I did not mean to disturb you" 

he bashfully looked away. You chuckled at that, reassuring him that it was okay. 

 You took a closer look at the young man in front of you. He was dressed in such a fancy manner, wasn't he scared his clothes would get dirty? 

He wore frilly creamy blouse with fur? it was a very special look, but it looked well with the red bow and deep brown dress pants. Are those candies in his hair? Maybe they are charms, but boy do they look so real. You saw that he was looking at you again, but this time he tried to avoid eye contact. 

"Sorry for staring-" - you started rubbing your neck. 

"Nono it's okay really, you aren't really the first to do so..." 

"That doesn't make it okay, where is Miss Sugar? I thought she was the only oe working here?" 

He straightened his posture, for a second, he looked unsure what emotion should he show. He looked away; his hands rubbed his face. It took him a bit to face you again, his face filled with sorrow.   "Oh, dear you don't know? My aunt left us few days ago"   That sentence left you speechless. You didn't know Miss Sugar for that long, but she was such a nice lady and you felt really bad. Some part of you wished you visited the lady more. 

"I am so sorry for your loss..." 

He placed his hands on his chest, closing his eyes he said it was okay, when he opened them again, he smiled sweetly. 

 "Well now I am the owner and baker now, what can I help you with today?" 

 "I was wondering if you had f/p?" 

 "We sure do hang on" - he chirped and smoothly went to the room in the back. 

You smiled; glad he is dealing so well with the loss of his aunt. It looks like he enjoys the job too. You look around again, he didn't change the decorations maybe he had a sentiment for it? 

 "Here you go!"  

His cheery voice broke you out of your thoughts. 

 "Thank you uhhh?" 

 "Flynn"  

 "Thank you, Flynn, just a warning you will be seeing me around very often" 

 Flynn placed his hand on his forehead and dramatically sighed "Oh poor me" before laughing, you joined him soon enough. 

You paid for your treats and said your goodbyes with Flynn. 

 You were true to your word; you visited the boy almost every day. You two bonded quite fast. Flynn was very sweet, and when you were hanging around with him you felt so safe.  

Though the only weird thing you noticed was that every single time you asked him for something, he always went to the backroom to bring your goods. Flynn always knew what to bring you, sometimes it felt he knew you better than you yourself. 

 You sometimes wonder why the baked good he brings you have such weird ginger after taste. 

But it's okay it's probably nothing right? 

#yan gingerbread man Flynn #yandere gingerbread man #yandere #male yandere #yandere man #male yan #tw yandere #yandere blog #yandere oc #oc yandere #yan oc #gn reader #gender neutral y/n #male yandere x gn darling #male yandere x gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x you #oc tag #oc #original character

[glorianamultistan]

Kim Jongin x Male Reader

Summary:- Y/n (omega) got married to Jongin (Alpha) who has a one-year-old son. The carrier parent of Subin passed away two months right after the birth while being comatose. It was becoming harder for Jongin, the CEO of a successful entertainment company and a renowned artist himself, to handle the infant with nannies so this marriage was arranged by his mother, like his last one, who wanted to take care of her son and wanted him happy.

Content :- omegaverse, domestic, a little heat at the end.

I don't own the pic

Part 1

Y/n was not ready for everything that just got forced upon him, but throughout his life, he was made to realise the importance of being a good and supportive partner to his Alpha, and so when he was married to a guy whom he just saw from afar once in real life, in a party organised by his own parents, he just had to follow simple instructions given to him by his mother and then by his partner.

It was an arrangement to benefit both parties. The widower Alpha will get someone to take care of his child and the young omega will get a partner who holds a strong social position. Not only this, the Alpha had an image of impeccable behavior and there was never a question of him being disrespectful to any person without a very valid reason.

It was decided that the marriage will be a mere legal agreement ceremony in a courtroom because it has not been a year still of the death of Alpha's last partner. This was a good thing in y/n opinion too as he was not ready to face a crowd and be the center of attention.

After the whole process was done, a ritualistic picture was taken and y/n was led by Jongin to the car waiting for them outside the court.

The car ride to the house was comfortably quiet for y/n. Jongin was constantly on his tab looking over documents and when they reached the house he got out first to help the omega get out from the other side. It was a decently big house, more like a mansion but it was built in a way that could be described best with the words 'subtle magnificence'.

When Jongin led y/n inside the younger was surprised by the interior, though he came from a privileged background himself, he never imagined a place could look so modern yet regal at the same time. "I hope you will be comfortable here, I got all the old portraits removed and we will get our done soon." Jongin was saying all of this while looking directly at y/n's face while y/n had his eyes down, he was clearly not comfortable with the Alpha as of now.

"Do you want to meet Subin?" Y/n looked up at Jongin's face and saw a light smile after the Alpha asked him the question. "Can I?", y/n whispered. "Yes, you are supposed to help me with him, so, let's meet him, he should be up, it is still one only." "Okay."

Again Jongin went ahead and led them to the nursery on the first floor, it was the most beautiful baby's room y/n ever saw, and Subin was in the crib while a person was cleaning the room. "Good afternoon sir." "Good afternoon Mr Yang, this is y/n, my new husband as you know already, and y/n this is Mr Yang, he looked after Subin whenever I was not here, he's the house help we have and you can trust him with anything. He will also tell you all about Subin's likes and dislikes." "Good afternoon." Y/n bowed. "Good afternoon sir."

Mr Yang left the room and y/n went closer to the crib with Jongin. "He is... so precious." y/n wasn't able to form words properly as the child smiled at his father and made cute noises. "Yes, he is, I hope you will be good with him and treat him like your own child." Jongin picked Subin up and started playing with him. "Can I hold him?" "Yes, yes."

As y/n held Subin, his omega cooed at the child, it was a blissful moment for him and the child became very comfortable in y/n's arms, so much so that he started dosing off due to the pheromones of y/n. "He's such an adorable child Mr Jongin, I think I love him already." This was the loudest y/n has been till now in Jongin's presence.

"You don't need to be so formal with me y/n, I am your husband not boss. I don't want you to get intimidated by me. I won't be present at home a lot but you can always call my assistant and he will definitely make sure your problems are solved, rest you have Mr Yang too." "But, I am younger than you, so what am I supposed to call you?" "How about Jongin-ssi?" "Okay."

"Let me show you the kitchen and the bedroom, your luggage will be here soon so don't worry about that there are two closets so you can choose whichever you want and if you like mine I will shift to the other one, there is no problem." While following Jongin through the house y/n was feeling uncomfortable due to all the attention to detail about his choice which the alpha was showing as y/n felt that it was too much for him to do, according to y/n's upbringing he should be the one who should compromise for the alpha, not the other way around.

"This is the master bedroom, well I rarely sleep here now as it is too lonely to be by myself after my partner passed away. We were not that close but their heat ended up with the pregnancy so there is that. I hope you can be at home here." "Jongin-ssi, I will be very comfortable in a lot less too, please don't worry about my likes, I should be the one to worry about you as you are the alpha."

"Y/n... Who told you that?" "My parents and the teachers." "Oh y/n, is that why you have been silent all along?" "Yes." Y/n nodded affirmingly.

"Listen, come, sit here, not that far, here beside me." Jongin made y/n sit near him on the bed. "I am not your boss, not your superior or your owner or your only priority too to be honest. I am just an alpha by chance and so you are omega by chance. This in no way means you are inferior than me or you have to listen to my every demand. That is wrong on so many levels." "But... I was taught this only, to take care of the child and be there for you when you need me." "Oh my God y/n!? Seriously who taught you that!? No wait, I know

who. Just, forget all that, and try to live a life, please. You do have to care for Subin but that doesn't mean you are a servant or anything, you are a parent y/n."

"O-okay." It was hard for y/n to get used to such things but in a week everything sorted itself out. His luggage was delivered and he chose the already empty closet, he was taking care of Subin and often made food for Kai when he wanted to make a special dish, though the Alpha was always late to arrive and y/n had only seen him once in the bed when he woke up around 5 am to drink water and check up on Subin and saw the elder beside him.

There was no awkwardness between them, which was surprising enough for Mr. Yang to comment too "you both act like you have been married for ages, I was ready for some tension but it is a smooth sailing." Y/n blushed at the comment and went to the nursery, he was mostly there only, the child was too precious according to him to be left alone.

Subin liked y/n, it was very much clear by the way the boy smiled and giggled when y/n played with him, and often when Subin made a mess with food y/n fed him and cleaned him while singing to him, so much to the liking of the child that he slept right after it.

It was around seven in the evening when y/n left Subin's room as the child fell asleep after his dinner, he went to the kitchen and saw a note from Mr. Yang stating "please don't make dinner, sir said he would be bringing it." Y/n saw that and went to the hall to wait for the Alpha's return, and Kai came back around seven thirty.

"Welcome home." "Oh! Thank you. I thought you might like to have something from the outside today for a change so I got us pasta from my friend's restaurant and some wine, I hope it is okay with you." "Yes, thank you so much for this. I missed having pasta so much, how did you know?" "I asked your mother what you liked and after a lot of insisting that it has to be something specific and not 'everything' she asked the cook to tell me what you actually liked." Y/n was shocked, to think that Kai would go that far just to ask for a dish was incomprehensible for the omega raised to say yes to everything done by his Alpha.

"Oh don't cry, it was nothing much really." "Huh?" without realising, y/n was in tears. "I- I am, I don't know, just, thank you. I never thought I would be treated like this so, it is a lot to take, sorry." "I hope I have raised some expectations in that sense then, y/n, you are a good person, you should be treated well and respectfully. Now let's go and have dinner, I will shower later." "Okay."

The dinner was great, to eat with Kai sitting right in front of him and enjoying, really enjoying time with other person felt nice to y/n, it was a new feeling he is getting addicted to due to his alpha.

After the dinner y/n washed the plates and the glasses and left to check Subin once more before sleeping. When he reached the master bedroom and opened the door, he felt like he just stepped into a heat-inducing chamber. There was Kai, wrapped in a night robe that clearly did not hide his defined chest, and to top it off he was drying his hair with a towel while looking at something on his phone.

"Won't you come in?" "Huh?" For the second time in the night, y/n was speechless. "You have been standing there for quite some time y/n, oh! Is my outfit making you uncomfortable!? Wait! I will change into pajamas." "No!" y/n screamed. "No, I just - don't, like, it is okay, I am okay, I was just a bit surprised as I did not really think before coming in." "It is your room too y/n, you should not be thinking before coming in."

Y/n went and sat on his side of the bed and tried hard to focus on his phone and not on the half-exposed body of his husband. "Uhm, y/n, your scent, it is increasing intensely, are you okay?" "Y-yes I am okay, just, it happens." "Oh, it is, such a nice lavender smell though, very comforting." "Thank you."

Now y/n was blushing beyond help. They switched off the lights and slept off, but around one at night y/n was in trouble, it was not the time for his heat but the symptoms were too intense to be overlooked, he tried really hard to not let his mind wander and stay put but lost it when Kai suddenly grabbed his waist and pulled him so that he was spooned by the alpha, then he heard what made his pride break "y/n, precious, you are in heat, so suddenly, hmm" Kai rubbed the tip of his nose at the back of omega's neck and whispered more "was looking at me like that enough to make you this wet? I should take the responsibility then, hmm?"

Y/n could just whimper "a-alp-ha!" "shh!! There there, we should not lose control like this." Kai pulled both of them up and made y/n straddle him, "look at me y/n" and so he did, "you are so beautiful, and so loveable, I want us to be more connected before we cross the line, so I will help you through it but not knot you, I hope you can understand it." "ye-yes. Please but, help, please." before y/n can say anything more, Kai kissed him and the touches he left all over y/n body and the relief he provided to the omega through the night was something y/n would think about and blush for upcoming weeks.

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[wardingoffevil]

Bobby McKenzie as a Dad

Omg this is one of my favorites! Bobby as a dad gives me brain rot. Fatherhood was meant for Bobby. I wanted to save him for last but I couldn’t wait. I finally finished this

Note: Please don’t attack me if we have differing opinions. Be respectful or don’t interact.

🧁 It was a rollercoaster ride for Bobby when his kids were born. He definitely tried to get the mom, nurses, and doctors to laugh while putting on the gown, gloves, mask, and wrapping a stethoscope around his neck. He may have tried to lighten the mood but inside he was a nervous wreck. Bobby’s a crier. He sobbed for each birth. Full on ugly crying.

🧁 Bobby wants a lot of kids, I’d say about 3-4, if not more than that. It doesn’t matter if they’re all girls, all boys, even number of both, odd number of both, he’s happy regardless. A baby around his chest, a toddler wrapped around his left leg, a seven year old putting icing on the fresh cupcakes out of the oven—that sort of chaos is Bobby’s bliss.

🧁 All of Bobby’s kids inherited his pretty freckles.

🧁 There’s no Bobby as a girl dad or a boy dad—he’s the same dad to all his kids: energetic, lovable, silly, and supportive. He’s just happy to be a dad. Period.

🧁 Bobby is the child-at-heart type of father. The type of father that loves to see his kids use their imagination, their creativity. The type of father that doesn’t see “weird” or “eccentric” kids. He sees children being children. He may be an adult, but his childlike sense of wonder and curiosity still flows through his veins.

🧁 Bobby’s eldest daughter’s named Paisley.

🧁 Chelsea designed the nurseries. Bobby helped a lot with ideas and quirks. They’re an amazing interior design team and Bobby thinks he may have a future in it if his bakery fails (it won’t).

🧁 Bobby has no problem at all checking on the baby during the night. He knows the drill. Even if he gets home late, even if he has to be up in three hours. He’s making sure his children are alright.

🧁 He named cupcakes after his children at his bakery.

🧁 Nap time isn’t just for kids in the McKenzie house. Bobby likes to join in because it gives him an excuse to watch cartoons and nap.

🧁 Bobby calls Gary a lot asking him for advice, telling him what curse word he taught his toddler to say, planning their next “dad’s day”, etc. They were best mates in the villa and it remained the same outside the villa. If they’re not texting, they’re FaceTiming.

🧁 You’re insane if you think each of his kids don’t get their own unique boops from him, complete with sounds.

🧁 Bobby makes all the kids’ lunches every day before school. Something different every day, too. Complete with a cupcake/cookie and a smiley face Post-It note from dad.

🧁 There’s always some kind of music playing in this house at all times, the genre varies from day to day.

🧁 Bobby sings “You Are My Sunshine” to his kids. With a guitar or without.

🧁 Bedtime stories are reserved only for Bobby. Sometimes he’ll read their favorite books, sometimes he makes the story up on the spot. But his favorite story to tell is “The Adventures of LongBob Cupcake.” He tells the kids that it’s based on true events.

🧁 The McKenzie’s (including his parents and sister) do go to Jamaica, once a year, to visit Bobby’s nan. Everyone looks forward to it.

🧁 Bobby never gets mad at his kids for throwing parties while he’s gone. All he cares about is the kitchen not getting trashed.

🧁 Bobby’s another loud and proud dad that attends every single activity for his kids. Definitely can hear him shouting over all the other dads, and he’s always front row center when taking videos. His social media accounts are flooded with his kids’ things.

🧁 Gary, Rahim, and Noah still hang out with Bobby. Bobby loves when everyone comes to visit because it gives him an excuse to bake and to try new recipes out on them. Gary eats anything, so really he tests the recipes on Rahim and Noah.

🧁 Bobby is the father that every kid dreams of having. He’s so loving, so accepting, so supportive of his children. He is never NOT proud of them.

There are so many Bobby pages on here that are amazing, but one in particular sticks out the most: @ravenadottir (currently on hiatus), and it can be found here. There’s all sorts of information/route guides/headcanons for Bobby. She even has an amazing fic for him as well (Paisley Cuddle is a must-read if you haven’t yet). 🖤

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[jobean12-blog]

The Devil’s Masquerade

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Word Count: 2,965

Summary: You didn’t even want to go to the Holiday ball in the first place but turns out you never really had a choice. 

Author’s Note: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! 🥰My gift is for my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and my dialogue prompt was: “oh hey, mistletoe” (which I changed only slightly), and my festive device was ‘Christmas Party.” And my babe was Mr. Andy Barber. I hope you enjoy this my sweet friend. The Mafia/Vampire/Soft!dark themes are subtle but I do hope it all comes together. I was so happy to write this for you! Love you so❤️ Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ DIvider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics Thank you love!💕 And the edit below is one of my faves done by my lovely friend Nix. 

Warnings: light soft!dark maybe implying stalking, vampire induced haze bc you know they do that lol, maybe implied smut, mafia themes- anything I missed let me know :) 

EDIT IS NOT MINE: My friend Nix made this edit and I love it to the moon and bag! Thank you beauty! 💕

“Do I really have to go to this party?”

Your friend and coworker, Nat, turns your way, her eyes narrowing. “Yes and it’s really more like a Holiday ball!”

“Who hosts a ball on a Friday night?” you ask with a frown. “I’m tired!”

“Oh stop,” Nat says, waving you off. “We bought that gorgeous dress last week and you’re going to look amazing and have the best time!”

“We don’t even know him! He never comes to the office and we only hear whisperings about him. I bet he doesn’t even show up to his own party!” you state.

“Complain all you want babe. You’re going because I’m going and you can’t leave me alone!” she says, her face full of determination.

“Fineeee,” you draw out with a sigh. “But when you find me asleep with my champagne it’ll be your fault!”

You’re just touching up your make up when you get the notification the car is here to pick you up. In a flurry of flowy fabric and rushed footsteps you make your way down the steps of your apartment and onto the street.

“I can’t believe they sent cars to drive everyone,” you say on an exhale when you slide into the backseat next to Nat.

“I know!” she squeals. “So fancy!”

When you arrive at the estate you’re momentarily rendered speechless. The wrought iron gates are intricately designed and swing open with ease to allow the car to drive up the winding gravel road. The house looms in the distance, sitting atop a hill, framed by large evergreen trees that are all decorated for the Holidays.

“Wow,” Nat says quietly.

“Wow is right,” you agree, never taking your eyes off the scene before you.

“I mean he is the owner of the company so…,” Nat muses.

“He would be rich, right?” you finish.

She nods, her eyes wide.

The driver gets out and opens the door, taking your hand to help you out. You look around, trying to take in all the elegance that surrounds you. The house has an old world feel with towering spires and balconies made of stone and brick.

Wreaths hang from the countless windows and garland is draped over and around the door. The lights only enhance the beauty of it all. It’s festive while still being romantic.

“I can’t wait to see what the inside looks like,” you mutter.

The double doors swing open as if on cue and you step foot into the large foyer, tilting your head back to look up at the lofty ceilings.

Your friend Matt rushes over to you, his eyes wide with excitement.

“You guys are here!” he says, out of breath. “Isn’t this place insane!”

He looks over your shoulder as the doors begin to close, his eyebrows drawing together when he sees the car pull away.

“Did you guys come in a car?” Matt asks.

You can only nod, your eyes continuing to scan the interior of the house.

The walls are adorned with sconces that hold long and thin candles, their light flickering with the arrival of more guests. The hallway is framed in ornate wood molding and the rug is plush and decorative.

“That’s weird,” Matt continues. “I had to drive here myself.”

“Maybe only the girls get special treatment,” you say distractedly.

Matt’s face remains pinched together in thought and only when Nat speaks does he focus again.

“Have you seen him yet?” Nat asks Matt.

“Seen who?” you ask, still looking around the foyer.

“The boss,” Nat whispers, tugging on your arm.

Matt shakes his head no. “Not yet but wait until you see the rest of this place.”

You finally drag your eyes away and let them settle on your friends. “I told you…he probably isn’t even here!”

You’re quickly escorted from the foyer and down a long hallway, the walls ornamented with fairy lights that hang and drape over every corner and small and glittering stars that twinkle every time they catch the light.

It’s enchanting and you easily get lost in the glow of it all.

“What are we drinking?” Nat asks when you enter the main hall.

“Let’s get some champagne and have a look around,” you tell her.

You walk over to one of the many bars, thanking the bartender and sipping your drink as you continue to take the whole scene in.

“This place must be massive,” you say quietly. “I wish we could explore!”

Nat giggles next to you, her attention focused on a man across the room.

“What are you staring at?” you ask as you follow her line of sight. “Oh.”

“I know right, right?” she whispers. “He keeps smiling at me. I think I’ve seen him around the office once or twice.”

“And now he’s coming over here!” you say quickly, pressing yourself closer to her.

The man throws Nat a megawatt smile and introduces himself as Steve. He starts chatting with Nat and even though he tries to keep you included in the conversation your concentration is not on him but someone else entirely.

As if in a trance you stare at the man and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s tall with broad shoulders that fill out the jacket of his tuxedo and his full and dark beard frames a beautiful face. You’re inexplicably drawn to him, every nerve of your body alive with electricity as you hold his intense gaze.

He lifts his glass to you with a slight tilt of his head before he disappears into the crowd.

You sway with the realization that the enchantment is gone and Nat looks over at you, concern etched on her face.

“You ok?” she asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you assure her, downing the rest of your drink and setting it on the bar. “I’m just going to go find the restroom.”

“Are you sure?” Nat says, eyeing you.

“I’m sure,” you tell her before giving her a wink and moving off in search of the mystery man.

You weave through the crowd, your eyes constantly scanning the room for him but it’s as if he’s vanished. It isn’t until you reach the end of the hall and meet a set of large wooden doors, one slightly ajar and you feel that familiar tingling skittering over your skin.

With a cautious push you slip through the door and instantly find yourself wrapped in darkness. On a sharp inhale you feel for the door, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to find your way out.

“Leaving so soon?”

The voice startles you even more and you plaster yourself to the wall, frantically searching the darkness for the source.

A small flame flashes at the end of the room and then as if by magic all the candles lining the wall burst with brightness, flooding the space with light and illuminating the figure standing in the corner.

“I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I think I got lost.”

Your fingers fumble along the wall in constant search for the door but your eyes stay locked on the man as he approaches.

“The door is just a few more inches to your left sweetheart,” he says softly but with a small smile.

Your hand closes around the doorknob and you turn it but find yourself unable to leave.

“Enjoying the party?” he asks with a smirk.

“This house is beautiful. I was only hoping to see more of it,” you say.

His dark eyelashes lower and he moves closer.

“Are you sure you didn’t come in here looking for me?”

Realizing you’re blatantly staring at him; you glance back at the door.

“Why would I do that?” you answer.

He gives you a light chuckle and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I’d love to give you a tour. I know my way around very well.”

He holds out his hand, his long fingers enticing as they beckon you to him.

“I think I should go find my friends,” you murmur.

With a raise of his eyebrows, he waits, his hand still lingering in the space between you.

“You’ll miss the garden. It’s breathtaking.”

“Garden?” you say with whispered reverence.

Your fingers tremble as you reach for him, still a bit dazed, and when his hand closes around yours a spark of heat shoots across your skin.

He grins at you, his smile knowing before he leads you toward a door at the other end of the room. He holds the door open and ushers you through then extends his arm for you to take. You hesitate but relent when he smiles warmly.

“How do you know your way around so well?” you ask as you take in the décor of the new space. “Do you know the owner?”

His head falls back with laughter and his eyes crinkle with mirth. You dip your head to hide your embarrassment but he quickly spins you to face him and presses his fingers under your chin, lifting your face.

His blue eyes are intense, the color so radiant it’s startling and when you open your mouth to apologize his fingers slip free and he presses one to your soft lips, leaving you breathless.

“I do,” he begins. “Very well in fact.”

His smile is back and his thumb swipes across your bottom lip as he releases you. He studies every feature of your face with open appreciation.

“And to answer your question…I am the owner.”

You go still, once again unable to meet his eyes, your hands wringing together over your stomach.

“Mr. Barber, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“Please honey, it’s Andy.”

“I didn’t know…we’ve never met…”

“Shhh,” he says softly. “I know.”

You audibly swallow, the sound echoing in your ears, before you look up again, still flustered. You introduce yourself and start to tell him the department you work in but he interrupts your string of words.

“I know who you are,” he states. “And the department you work in. You’re excellent at what you do.”

You skin heats under his praise and you quietly give him thanks.

“Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out.

You curl your fingers around his bicep and fall into step next to him.

He gives you a detailed tour of every room you visit, his words rich with history and adoration.

“You’ve collected quite a stunning array of artifacts Mr. Barber. I’m very impressed.”

“Please sweetheart, it’s Andy. I insist.”

You turn your attention to him and you tremble under his piercing gaze, the urge to be near him almost overwhelming. His eyes trail across your face, seeming to linger on our mouth before lifting back to your eyes.

“Andy,” you murmur before looking away and distracting yourself with a painting that hangs on the wall.

In your rush to escape his charm you fail to notice the way his eyes darken and his tongue traces over his lips at the sound of his name falling from your mouth.

Before you can ask about the painting he’s pressed to your back, his body hard against the soft contours of your own.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “this is a personal favorite of mine.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, swaying in his arms as you try to study the art.

“This one is titled, ‘Demon seated in a Garden.’ It was painted by Mikhail Vrubel in 1890. The original.”

Your quiet gasp has him gently squeezing your waist and humming with pleasure.

“I love to collect beautiful things,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on your waist.

He holds you long enough to leave you breathless then let’s go slowly, his hands caressing your curves in the process. He walks to the French doors across the room and stands peering out into the night.

The moonlight shines through the glass panes, bathing him in an ethereal glow and you find your feet moving of their own accord, every step taking you closer until your shoulder brushes his.

You stare out into the garden and your breath hitches, the beauty like nothing you’ve ever seen.

“I knew you would love it,” he simpers. “All your favorites.”

He sweeps his arm out, keeping his eyes on the garden even as yours widen in shock.

“My favorites…?” you whisper, the rest of your words caught in your throat. “But…”

“Come sweetheart. Let me show you.”

Without waiting he takes your hand and opens the door, the cool night breeze blowing over your skin and carrying the fragrant aroma of flowers.

The space is large, extending out past the house and into the wooded area behind, but long strings of lights hang from canopies and trees, illuminating the foliage in sparkles of light.

“Oh my god,” you gush. “It’s magnificent.”

You let go of his hand and move from one flowering plant to the next, smelling and softly touching each one.

The scene before you almost makes you forget his suggestive words from earlier and it isn’t until he speaks that you remember he’s even there.

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he says. “I was hoping you’d love it.”

You spin around to face him and your smile fades, your unease rushing back in waves.

“I don’t understand,” you say quietly. “You don’t even know me.”

Andy steps into your space and you’re hit with the smell of something musky and woodsy then the overlying scent of the flowers drifts over you and you’re intoxicated, the urge to bury your face in his strong neck and run your fingers through his thick beard overwhelming you.

His eyes glitter as they fall to yours, tension springing between you as his gaze darkens with heat.

“I know all about you honey. I always make sure to keep a close eye on my employees.”

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, goose bumps shivering down your neck at the ghost of his words on your skin.

“Or at least the one I want.”

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks, your body melting into his even as your mind screams at you that this is inappropriate.

“Want?” you breathe out, fighting the spell he has over you. “How do you even…?”

“I know people…I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

He doesn’t bother to divulge any more information as he presses his fingertips to the small of your back and drags you closer.

“Do you know what kind of flower this is?” he asks when he tears his eyes from yours and tilts his head back.

You pull your eyes away from him and look up, noting the drooping evergreen bush that hangs from the branch of the willow tree above you.

“Oh…that’s mistletoe.”

He nods with a smile.

“Do you know anything about mistletoe sweetheart?”

“Only that most species are poisonous and parasitic.”

You continue to look at the plant rather than him, the feel of having him so close muddling your thoughts and making your body ache with an undeniable need.

“Did you know it was once believed to have magical powers?”

“No…only that there is a tradition about kissing under it.”

When you say these last words your eyes drop back to his and his head dips lower. You swallow hard, knowing you should physically retreat but you can’t find the willpower.

“Yes and the action was believed to lead inevitably to marriage,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on your mouth.

You’re not evening listening to his words at this point, your sole focus on his lips. His eyes are hooded and his arm wraps around your waist, hauling you impossibly closer.

You both still at the press of your bodies together, your eyes locking and your breath catching at the heat in his eyes.

“The garden is full of everything you love. I’ve been paying close attention to every little detail,” he winks. “I can’t wait to show you all of it.”

“I still don’t understand,” you say, willing yourself to think clearly.

“There’s nothing for you to understand honey. I have everything under control,” he says with a saccharine smile.

“How can you know all this about me? I’ve never seen you at the office…”

You repeat your words from earlier, grasping at any semblance of control and reason.

“I’ve always been watching and as I said before…I know people.”

“But…,” you stammer, “who do you know?”

His face is only a breath away from yours and it’s impossible to wrench yourself away.

“People who help me get what I want,” he whispers.

You inhale a small gasp, pressing your hand to his hard chest and trying feebly to escape his embrace.

He smirks as if he knows how he affects you.

“And I always get what I want,” he simpers.

All your thoughts fade from existence the moment his soft lips press to yours and you can’t stop your hands from smoothing along his chest and wrapping around his neck. Your dizzy with the sensation of his mouth and hands, the smell of him, the feel of his hardness pressed against you.

You pull back only for lack of air, all of yours drained from your lungs with his kiss. He tightens his hold on you, dragging his knuckles up your arm to caress your bare shoulder before he wraps his fingers around your neck and tilts your head back.

His nose brushes along your throat, his soft inhale making you tremble in his arms and when he presses his lips to your pulse point you whimper out his name. Your blood moves like fire through your veins and when he drags his fangs across your skin you feel as if you’ll come apart in his hands.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he murmurs into your skin. “Too long.”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge Halloween Personal Story: Part 2

"I shall scare the pants off of you"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Interior Hallway]

Lilia: When it comes to Halloween in Briar Valley… Hm, where should I start?

Malleus: As Diamond said earlier, the day-to-day life in Briar Valley revolves mostly on magic.

Lilia: Right. And consequently, that means that the Halloween lanterns are lit by fire magic, not LEDs.

Lilia: And the lanterns are all wood carved, not pumpkins.

Lilia: A majority of them have carved in them dragons, bats, and other ancestral creatures of the night.

Sebek: On Halloween day, there is a lighting ceremony in which our liege sets alight every lantern in the country with magic.

Sebek: Seeing the young master's noble yellow-green flames set all those lanterns alight can only be described as a wondrous sight in and of itself.

Ace: You light up every single lantern in your country by magic!?

Cater: Malleus-kun, your magic is outta this world!!

Malleus: Compared to the Queendom of Roses, Briar Valley is a small country, with not much territory, and even less people. It is not that impressive.

Lilia: That reminds me of the day that Malleus was first asked to light all the lanterns by the Queen.

Malleus: Lilia! Don't…!

Lilia: In his enthusiasm, Malleus miscalculated the strength of his magic, and burned down every single lantern in the country. It was quite the to-do.

Lilia: Houses and fields were burned to a crisp, and every citizen worked until morning to help extinguish the fire.

Malleus: …

Lilia: That incident was dubbed "The Halloween Fire" and has been burned into the Briar Valley history books.

Sebek: Amazing…! That is an astounding outcome, with how the entire population became aware of his wondrous power!

Ace: Sure, but isn't it uncool that houses burned down…?

Cater: Don't think I'd have expected any less from Malleus-kun. He's on a completely different level even from a young age.

Cater: But you know, I don't think I could see Malleus-kun dress up like a ghost, and say "Trick-or-Treat,"

Cater: Or even see him go around and get candy from all the neighbors～

Malleus: True, I have never done that. Although, to be fair, there is no custom in Briar Valley to hand out candy on Halloween, in the first place.

Cater: Woah, really!?

Ace: For us in the Queendom of Roses, it's basically the main Halloween event.

Lilia: Right. I also first learned of those customs to hand out candy when I traveled to other countries.

Lilia: That is a good custom. I love seeing all the pure-hearted kids so happy to receive their candy.

Lilia: That's why I wanted that for Silver, too… Unfortunately, my home was far too removed from the village.

Lilia: Since we couldn't go door-to-door, I made sure to give Silver the experience all by myself.

Silver: He knocked on my door over and over again, until his basket was full of candy.

Ace: Cool, so Silver-senpai, you're neighbors with Lilia-senpai?

Silver: Not exactly neighbors, more like… Well, I guess you could say that.

Lilia: It was so adorable watching Silver as he came and got candy again and again.

Lilia: He was always smiling so happily no matter how many times we did it.

Malleus: Oh, so the two of you were doing such things together.

Lilia: What, do you want to do it too, Malleus? Then, we can try it this year, if you want?

Malleus: Lilia, how old do you think I am?

Lilia: You can do fun things like this at any age.

Sebek: If you so will it, my liege, I shall give you candy whenever you wish!

Malleus: I said I would not do it, did I not? I am no longer a child.

Sebek: M-My apologies. I was out of line.

Lilia: Kufufu. The way you're acting right now is still just like a child would, Malleus, don’t you think?

Ace: But anyway, you guys said that Halloween in Briar Valley was terrifying, but I'm not hearing any scary stories.

Silver: The scariest part is the thing that happens around the scarecrows on the castle grounds.

Malleus: There is a custom in Briar Valley of burning scarecrows in the castle square at midnight on the eve of Halloween.

Malleus: And there, people dance around the burning scarecrows in ghostly garb 'til morning...

Ace: Oh yeah, the midnight costume dance party that they mentioned earlier?

Sebek: That's right… The most frightening sight is that of Lilia-sama's face illuminated by the flames as he dances around the burning scarecrows!!

Silver: Especially Halloween 10 years ago, now that was absolutely terrifying…

Silver: It was quite unsettling, something you would not expect from the Lilia-senpai you all are used to…

Malleus: Indeed… Even I feel a cold shiver down my spine whenever I think back to that day.

Lilia: What's with you all? I was just letting go and living fully with my youthful impetuousness.

Ace: I can't really see Lilia-sama's dancing being that scary just by the looks of him…

Sebek: YOU CAN ONLY SAY SUCH THINGS BECAUSE YOU HAVE SEEN NOTHING!!!!

Malleus: His writhing body was just like a viper, his laughter was so husky it felt as though a curse had been cast on all those who heard it.

Silver: His shadow stretched along the plaza flagstones as if it were a monstrous ogre coming to steal the children away.

Sebek: Both children and adults alike were so terrified by his appearance that everyone immediately ran home and awaited the next morning hoping the nightmare would pass.

Silver: I even heard that some children who witnessed Lilia-senpai's dance that night began wetting their beds again.

Ace: No way, you gotta be kidding me!

Cater: Ahahah, that's real awesome of you guys to eagerly jump on Lilia-chan's teasing like that～☆

Cater: Though, I'll admit that sometimes when Lilia-chan does his screamo in the Pop Music Club, it can be a little scary.

Silver/Malleus/Sebek: THE REAL LILIA (-SAMA/SENPAI) IS NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU KNOW!!!

Ace/Cater: Eeeeh?

Lilia: Kufufu. Right now, I may be the cute and cuddly mascot of Diasomnia, but…

Lilia: Back in Briar Valley, I was feared as the "Menacing General"

Lilia: And if you want, I could show you my scariest scowl here and now…

Lilia: But maybe I should save that for Halloween.

Ace: You sure you wanna do that? That's just gonna make us expect something amazing.

Cater: I'm looking forward to then, Lilia-chan ♪

Lilia: Kufufu… Then I shall scare the pants off of you, just as you requested.

Lilia: I'm starting to really look forward to Halloween day, now.

Lilia: Trick-or-Treat!

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#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #ace trappola #cater diamond #malleus draconia #silver #sebek zigvolt #twst lilia #twst ace #twst cater #twst malleus #twst silver #twst sebek #twst translation #twst halloween #screaming halloween show

[angelthefirst1]

Rick's story from season 1 and Beth's missing filming spoilers from season 5. Are they the same? The answer is Yes!

Looking back at the old filming spoilers from season 5 was a great reminder to me, that much funny business went on during filming at the time.

Many fans were EXTREMELY, even obsessively invested in finding out spoilers for season 5. The huge uptick in interest for spoilers was in large part because of what happened at the end of season 4.

We saw Daryl lose the girl that he (let's be honest) fell in love with.

The ship wars began and both those that loved Beth and Daryl, and those that hated them (the darkness) were obsessed with finding out what was going to happen.

Many fans spent hours at the filing locations just to catch a glimpse of who was there and what was happening.

You can read about the unseen Beth filming spoilers here. And all credit to @bethgreeneishopeunseen for the original sources and archives of these spoilers.

Now we don't know exactly what went on and what was really filmed or not but, I remember following the filming spoilers during that time and then seeing what eventuated onto our screens. Mostly what we saw onscreen matched the filming spoilers extremely accurately.

Except for these spoilers revolving around Beth. So it's really odd overall, and I do think the fans who wrote about these spoilers were actually correct in what they saw filmed, but it was never designed to be seen in season 5.

Looking back at Rick's story and knowing now how they repeat everything, even down to the smallest detail...

It inspired me to look again into Rick from season 1 and how those missing spoilers, and Beth footage could be connected to Rick's season 1 story.

It makes more sense now, than it ever did back then.

So I will go through and compare Rick season 1, to the missing filming spoilers to see if they fit together.

I was quite surprised by what I found...

Firstly, we obviously saw this scene repeated already. 👇

After the hospital, Rick makes his way home on a red bicycle, which he leaves out the front of his house before running into the house, to see if his family is there.

The first missing footage of interest to me, that lines up with Rick's season 1 story, are the houses that Beth was supposedly seen filming at.

The white house and the brick house next door to each other...

Almost all the season 5 characters were seen filming at these locations and 15 eye witnesses say they saw Beth, but no one was able to get a photo as she was hidden as best as possible, and rushed inside very quickly.

If they are repeating Rick's story, which they are, then it's no surprise they picked a house that's visually similar to Rick's own home from season 1. The pillars, the steps, the incline up to the house, the front porch, the window and door placement, and the railings. This is Ricks house. But it's got more Brick.

Beth's brick house made me laugh here, because brick is a combination of Beth and Rick, sorry 😂 anyway...

Rick leaves the red bike out the front of the house, but at Beth's brick house there is the red car with the Sheriff star on the wheel left out the front.

After Rick realises his family is gone, he gets hit in the head by Duane, and Morgan takes him to a neighbors house.

Beth's missing spoilers said that both the two neighboring houses were used in the filming and as i have said in past posts, there will be a convergence of signs when Beth (Jesus) returns. You can read more about how the convergence works here

They are converging Rick's story and all the imagery around it, and that is what is shown in the missing spoilers, everything we saw from season 1 together. Let me explain more below.

I found it interesting there is the visual similarity to the interiors of Beth's houses and the house that Morgan takes Rick to.

Rick wakes in a room with floral wallpaper and decorative hanging light fixtures and white trim.

Now, the black and white picture above, is actually the interior of Beth's White House. Floral wall paper and hanging light fixtures with white trim.

The other house with brick (Beth's brick house), its interior has a very similar paint colour and similar floorboards to the neighboring house Morgan takes Rick to.

While Beth's white house exterior, matches Rick's white exterior house.

So we see two houses in the missing spoilers that combined show the two houses Rick went to in season 1, his own white house and a neighbors house.

But the missing spoilers show one more house was filmed at, and that was this house 👇

A yellow house 🏠 💛 with black roof and black trim.

It's funny because the first picture in this collage below, is the exterior of the neighbors house that Morgan takes Rick to.

Both yellow with black.

This is not a coincidence...

Outside the yellow house is bike and a red car! Convergence, inversion, infinity.

Now, what's even funnier is the spoilers' state that the male seen walking with Tara, was playing the role of a character named "Andrew" Rick/Andrew.

The houses do seem to be repeating Rick's story, and this made me sure the spoilers are actually correct.

But there's more to look at.

Once Rick recovers in the yellow house, he goes back to the police station he worked at to get weapons.

Now I can't help but realise that when Rick was in the hospital, we saw the combination of a hospital plus police officers (Rick and Shane) just like Grady.

Rick goes back to his old police station (aka Grady). Does that mean Beth will go back to Grady? Who knows, but there are other missing spoilers from the hospital that indicated she might have.

Once Rick gets weapons from the station, he drives off in a police car.

One of the spoilers also said Beth was seen driving away from Grady in a police car. Rick was leaving the police station to find his family. Was Beth doing the same? or does she go back to get medical attention or weapons?

Now continuing on with Ricks story, he eventually ends up in Atlanta (Grady for Beth), where he leaves Merle on the roof.

We know Merle cuts his own hand off and goes missing. Daryl was absent at the time and when he found out he was furious and devastated.

I believe this scenario will be repeated with Beth. Merle becomes Beth disappearing with her arm in a cast. You could say her cast, 'hand-cuffs' the wrist.

What if Beth has her cast removed and Daryl finds it, questioning who removed it, and that leads him to try and track Beth down, even if he still thinks she is dead.

Merle steals a van in season 1, and they lose track of him, we don't see or hear about him for a very long time.

We see Rick find his family back at the quarry camp and Lori asks Rick if he wants his wedding ring back, he says yes, and she gives it to him.

Now, follow me here for a second.

What I just talked about above regarding Merle, his hand, him going missing, and the Lori and Rick's reunion with wedding rings, is a convergence of the signs of season 1, all summed up with these behind the scenes photos or clues, that Norman posted at the time of the missing filming spoilers.

The bloody hand with what looks like cut marks where Merle cut his hand off, and the combination of marriage and wedding ring symbolism. Nicotero and Norman are 'brother's'...

Now back in season one Lori takes her wedding ring off when she sleeps with Shane, because she thinks Rick is dead (till death do us part)

While Daryl finds only Merle's hand in season one, it seems these hints about the missing spoilers point to Daryl finding Beth's cast but losing the love of his life. Divorced.

Knowing how they repeat everything, and how Daryl takes Merle's hand when he finds it (same as taking someones hand in marriage), eventually he will ask Beth to marry him, but I think that will be later on not immediately.

We know Merle shows up again around the time when Andrea does, this is interesting to me because, next year we are going to see Rick (Daryl's brother) back in The one's who live, and we will get season two of Daryl Dixon -The book of Carol, which is really the book of Beth.

Andrea/Merle + Beth/Rick showing up at around the same time. hmm.

The last thing I want to discuss is the retirement home missing filming spoilers...

Beth was apparently seen filming at what was thought to be a retirement home.

Now, was it definitely a retirement home? We can't be sure, but it really would make sense, why?

Because Rick went to a "retirement home" in season 1.

Now, to start with Rick doesn't know it's a retirement home, he goes there to trade people. Glenn who was taken, for one of their group.

This is Rick's version of Grady.

Rick in order to get Glenn back, Rick is willing to shoot the place up in a gun fight if he has to.

Now you will notice at Beth's houses, the red car and the brick house have undergone a massive shoot out, with bullet holes everywhere. Was someone trying to get Beth back and did shoot the place up? I would say yes!

The leader of the other group in season 1, wants Rick's guns and wants the trade to include the guns as well as his man.

Rick declines, saying the guns are his. So the leader threatens to feed Glenn to his ferocious dogs, he says to Rick "I'm going to chop up your boy, feed him to my dogs, three of the evilest, nastiest, meanest bitches you ever saw. Picked em up from Satan at a yard sale".

Now the filming spoilers also indicate that a dog was filming at Beth's houses. A Rottweiler named Ozzy, and his doghouse is located in the yard (yard sale) of the Brick house.

The owner of Ozzy said the dog had two scenes in season 5, but he was never seen onscreen.

And a sign placed out the front of the brick house said "Beware of dog".

Now the dogs in Rick's story were not really very scary...

The leader of the group gave a very long-winded, over the top, scary caution about how dangerous his dogs were.

In the missing filming spoilers, the sign with 'Beware the dog" seems to have 'the dog' crossed out. Kind of removing the warning, like it's not a threat.

But If Ozzy did indeed have a part in these missing scenes, which it looks like he did. Then the low key warning on the sign, combined with the over the top warning from season one about how mean the dogs were, when they actually weren't.

Points to Ozzy being extremely vicious.

There's actually a lot more i could add, but this is way to long already.

The overall point of looking back at this, is to show the missing spoilers are all too similar to Rick's story to be a coincidence.

We will eventually see them, and it seems to be right around the corner.

One last thing, the episode where Rick gets a reunion with his family is in 103, and it's called, Tell it to the frogs.

Frogs is another way of talking about the french or french people. Linking a big reunion to France...

#team delusional #team defiance #team beth lives #bethyl #beth greene #beth is alive #beth is coming #beth greene lives #twd #td

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

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"Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen." Sam said into his phone as I look at the wall in my safehouse that we decided to stay in. The wall was covered in maps, hand-written notes and missing posters showing Ava's face.

I sighed as Dean comes into the building, holding a drink carrier with our coffee. "What'd she have to say?" Dean asked Sam. "Oh, she's got nothing. We've been checking every database we can think of—federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just...into thin air, you know?" Sam said as Dean hands over mine and Sam's cup of coffee.

"What about you?" I asked Dean. "No, same as before. Sorry, guys." Dean said and I look down, sadly. "Ellen did have one thing. A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks." Sam said. "Yeah? What's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked as I give Sam a curious look.

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" Sam said and Dean gives him a curious look. "Look, I don't know, Dean, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out." Sam said.

"You did?" Dean asked, surprised. "Yeah. You seem surprised." Sam said, curiously. "Well yeah, it's just, you know...not the, uh, patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean said and Sam gives an exasperated look towards him.

"What way is that?" He asked, mildly challenging. "I just figured after Ava there'd be, uh, you know, more angst and droopy music and staring out the rainy windows, and--" Dean said as Sam gives him a look. "Yeah, I'll shut up now." he mutters.

"Look. (Y/n) and I are the ones who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know? But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to save as many people as we can." Sam said and I give a small smile towards him.

"That was beautiful, Sammy." I said, faking tears. "Yeah, that attitude is just way too healthy for me, and I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you." Dean said and Sam ducks his head and laughs while I shake my head, smiling. "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it." Dean said to Sam and he nods.

We park the Impala in front of the inn, which looked like something out of a horror movie. You know the kind, the ones that look grand and beautiful and creepy all at the same time.

Dean gets out of the driver's side and looks at the building. "Dude, this is sweet. I never get to work jobs like this." Dean said. "Like what?" I asked as Sam and I get out of the car. "Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways...sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside." Dean said then he closes his eyes briefly. "Mmm, Daphne. Love her." He said and I shake my head.

As we go up the steps, Sam notices an urn on the side of the porch. "Hey, wait a sec." He said as he inspects it more closely. "I'm not so sure haunted's the problem." Sam said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "You see this pattern here?" He said as I come up to him and see him tapping at a five-point symbol engraved in the urn.

"That's a quincunx, that's a five-spot." Sam said. "Five-spot." Dean and I said, questioning. "Yeah." Sam replied. "That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?" I asked and Sam nods. "Right, yeah. You fill this thing with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies." Sam explains. "Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?" Dean asked and Sam shrugs. "Maybe." He said.

As we enter, looking around at the quiet interior, a woman enters briskly. "May I help you?" She asked us. "Hi, yeah, I'd like a couple rooms for a couple of nights." Dean said to her as Sam and I move in and a little girl darts in front of our legs. "Hey!" The woman shouted at the girl then she turns to me and Sam. "Sorry about that." She said, apologetically.

"No problem." Sam said and I nod. "Yeah, that's fine." I said and the woman looks between us. "Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of our final guests." She said and we give her a curious look. "Well...Sounds vaguely ominous." Dean said. "No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month." She said then she looks between us.

"So...is it you two or...?" The woman asked as she gestures between Dean and Sam, this makes me chuckle. "No, it's me and him." I said as I take Dean's arm. "These two are brothers and we're just on a cross-country trip together." I said. "Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. So, one king size and a single for the other room." She said and I nod at her.

"It's okay." I said. "You know, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam asked her as Dean pays for the rooms. "Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever." The woman said as she hands two keys to Dean. "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov." She said. "Thanks." Dean said and the woman dings the bell.

"You two will be staying in room 237. And he will be staying in room 238. Sherwin, could you show these three to their rooms?" The woman said and we turn to see an old, balding man in a black blazer shuffling up behind him.

Sometime later, Sherwin drags Dean's clunking duffel bag behind him, up the steps, as we follow. "I could give you a hand with that bag." Dean said to him. "I got it." Sherwin said. "Okay." Dean said.

"So the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam asked him. "Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame." He said to us. "Oh yeah?" I asked him. "It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it. Here's your room." Sherwin said as he slips the key in the lock and opens the door, handing the key to me as I brush past him.

"And your room is here." Sherwin said as he turns to Sam and leads him into the room next to ours. Dean turns to shut the door and Sherwin comes back to our door, his hand extended expectantly. "You're not gonna...cheap out on me, are you, boy?" He said to Dean and I chuckle as Dean pulls out his wallet.

Later, Sam had come in our room and starts sifting through papers. I help him as Dean paces around the room. "What the—" Dean said, shocked. "What?" Sam asked. "That's normal." Dean said and he gestures to the wall and I look up to see an antique wedding dress displayed on the wall.

"Huh?" I muttered. "Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long." Dean said and I shrug.

"All right. Victim number one: Joan Edison, forty three years old, a realtor handling the sale of the hotel; and victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill." Sam said. "Well, there's a connection: they're both tied up in shutting the place down." Dean said. "Yeah. Maybe somebody here doesn't want to leave, and they're using hoodoo to fight back." I said.

"Who do you think our witch doctor is, that Susan lady?" Dean asked us. "No, doesn't seem likely. I mean, she is the one selling." Sam said and I nodded. "So what then, Sherwin?" Dean asked. "Don't know." Sam and I said as we flip through some more papers.

The boys and I poke around the hallways until I see another urn and picks it up. It too, has a quincunx inscribed. "Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." I said as I show them the urn.

Then we approach a door marked PRIVATE and Dean knocks and Susan opens the door a moment later. "Hi there." Dean greets. "Hi. Everything okay with your rooms?" She asked us and the boys and I talk over each other.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, everything's great. Yeah." We said and she looks between us. "Well, I was, I was just in the middle of packing." She said and Dean looks past her. "Hey! Are those antique dolls?" Dean asked and Sam and I look over to see a shelf full of antique porcelain dolls.

"Because this one..." Dean said as he gestures to me. "...this one here, she's got a major doll collection back home. Dontcha, honey?" Dean said to me and I give a quick look at him before I give a fake smile.

"Big time." I said and Dean chuckles. "Big time. You think she could come — or we could come in and take a look?" Dean asked Susan, who looked a bit uncomfortable. "I don't know..." she said, unsure.

"Please? I mean, she loves them. She's not gonna tell you this, but she's, she's always dressing 'em up in these little tiny outfits and, um, you'd make her day. You--" Dean said he turns to me. "She would, huh?" Dean asked me and I glanced at him again then said. "It's true." I said, giving a fake smile again.

"Okay. Come on in." Susan said as she opens the door wider for us. "All right. All right!" Dean said as he goes and slaps my ass. I turn to him and I raise an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. I give a playful scoff as I turn to face the shelf and look at the dolls.

"Wow. This is a lot of dolls. I mean, they're nice, you know. Not super creepy at all." Dean said and Susan chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose they are a little creepy. But they've been in the family forever. A lot of sentimental value." She said.

"What is this? The hotel?" Sam asked as he points at this very large dollhouse which did look alot like the hotel. "Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom built." Susan said as Sam leans down then stands up and holds up a broken doll. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?" Sam asked.

"Tyler, probably." Susan said as the little girl, from earlier, runs in. "Mommy! Maggie's being mean." Tyler said to Susan. "Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?" She said, in a nice but firm voice.

"Hey Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?" Sam asked her. "I didn't break it. I found it like that." Tyler replied. "Oh. Well, uh, maybe Maggie did it." I said to her. "No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke 'em." Tyler said. "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad." Susan assured her. 

"Grandma?" Dean asked her. "Grandma Rose. These were all her toys." Tyler said. "Oh. Really. Where's Grandma Rose now?" Dean asked. "Up in her room." Tyler replied as I turn to Susan. "You know, I'd, I'd uh, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll —" I said when Susan speaks, quickly.

"No. I mean, I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick and she's not taking any visitors." She said, quickly.

Moments later, we exit the room and started talking in hushed voices. "Well, what do you think? Dolls, hoodoo, mysterious shut-in grandma?" Dean asked us. "Well, dolls are used in all kinds of voodoo and hoodoo, like curses, and binding spells, and..." Sam said and I nodded. "Yeah, maybe we've found our witch doctor." I said to them. 

"All right, (y/n) and I'll see what we can go dig up on boomin' Granny. You go get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing, see if she's whacked anybody before." Dean said. "Right." Sam and I said. "Don't go surfing porn -- that's not the kind of whacking I mean." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes while I give Dean a seriously? look and Sam turns back to the room as Dean and I leave.

After digging around the hotel for alittle while, we make it to the front lobby only to see a coroner vehicle in front of the door. The two of us meet Susan as she comes back in towards the inn. "What happened?" I asked her. "Oh, the maid went in to turn down the sheets and he was just...hanging there." She said.

"That's awful. He was a guest?" Dean asked and she nods. "He worked for the company that bought the place. I don't understand." She said. "What?" Dean and I asked her. "Had a lot of bad luck around here. Look, if you'd like to check out I'll give you a full refund." Susan said and we shake our heads at her.

"No thanks. We don't scare that easy." Dean said to her and she makes a small smile towards us.

Later, Dean and I enter Sam's room to see he was sitting alone in the dark. "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room." Dean said. "Yeah. I saw." Sam replied, darkly. "We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd you find out about Granny?" Dean asked him. "You're the boss." Sam said and Dean and I look at him, surprised.

"What?" Dean and I asked. "You're bossy. And short." Sam said to Dean and he laughs sloppily. "Are you drunk?" I asked him. "Yeah." Sam said, laughing. "So? Stupid." He said and Dean and look around to see several empty bottles on the floor.

"Dude, what are you thinking? We're working a case." Dean said, angrily. "That guy who hung himself. I couldn't save him." Sam said, tearful. "What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything." I said to him then he shifts his gaze to me.

"That's an excuse, (y/n). I should have found a way to save him. I should have saved Ava too. We should've saved Ava." Sam shouts and Dean approaches him. "Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that." Dean said and Sam slams the table.

"No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change!" He shouts. "Change what?" Dean asked and Sam leans forward and places his hands to his chest. "My destiny, Dean!" He said. "All right. Time for bed. Come on, Sasquatch." Dean said and we lean over and haul Sam up by the shoulder.

"Come on." I said as I help carrying him to his bed. "I need you to watch out for me, Dean." Sam said. "Yeah. I always do." Dean replied. "No! No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And for (y/n). And if we ever...turn into something that we're not...you have to kill us." Sam said.

"Sam." Dean said, dismissively, and Sam shoves Dean to face him. "Dean! Dad told you to do it, you have to." Sam exclaims. "Yeah, well, Dad's an ass." Dean said as Sam frowns in confusion. "He never should have said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids." Dean said.

"No. He was right to say it! Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!" Sam said. "Yeah, well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you and (y/n). Come on, Sam." Dean said and we push Sam onto the bed but he stays seated. He reaches up and clutches Dean's jacket as Dean's right hand curls in the fabric at Sam's shoulder. 

"No, please! Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise." Sam pleads. "Don't ask that of me." Dean said. "Dean, please. You have to promise me." Sam said and Dean stares at him then at me before he says. "I promise."

"Thanks." Sam said as he reaches up and grabs Dean's face with both hands. "Thank you. You are..." Sam slurs as I said. "All right. Come on." And Dean bats Sam's hands away and we shove him back on the bed.

Sam falls back, then turns over on his stomach to plant his face in the pillow, hugging it with both arms. Dean rubs a hand over his face and I chuckle then we leave the room.

*3rd Person POV*

"He's gonna have one helluva hangover." (Y/n) said and Dean chuckles. "Yeah, he'll get over it." Dean said and she chuckle a bit before her smile falters. The two stood in silent, both in their own thoughts, as they walk down.

(Y/n)'s mind starts to wander as she starts to think what Sam said about how he was worried about him becoming bad and honestly, she was too. But not only that, she also found out this past month that she had developed a new power.

Not only could she get visions, she could move objects without touching them. Right now, she could only move small objects, she hadn't tried bigger objects or humans. She hadn't told them and now she started to think maybe she should tell Dean. She knows she can trust Dean as much as she trusts Sam; but she feels once she tells Dean about her newly discovered powers, it would make him worry even more. And she didn’t want to burden him with what’s been happening to her.

Dean, however, knew she was holding something back, he could tell on her face that she was in deep thought. And usually when she was in deep thought, she had something on her mind. He was concerned and wanted to know what’s going on but he didn't want to force her to tell him. He trusts her to open up to him when that time comes but something in the back of his mind was eating away at him.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked her, cautiously. "Just thinking." She replied, quickly. "About?" He asked. "About what Sam said..." She said and Dean let's our an exasperated sigh. "Oh brother, don't you start." He growls. "No, no, it’s not like that." She said.

"Well, what is it?" Dean asked her, worried, and she sighs then looks down a bit. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me." She said as she gives a pointed look to Dean, who rolled his eyes. "What I meant by when I said I was thinking about what Sam said, was that I was scared..." she admitted and Dean raises an eyebrow.

"Of what?" He asked. "I'm scared of what lies ahead for my destiny, when that time comes. What my powers could do when that happens. I don't know what could happen. I mean what happens if I lost control and I end up hurting innocent people or you or Sam or both of you?" She said as she looks over at him and he gives her a slight frown at this. 

"God, just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. What if there's more to what I think it is. I'm still figuring out what the hell's been happening to me, Dean." She said to him. "What do you mean by that?" Dean asked her and she sighs once again. "I-I...This past month, I found out that I can move objects." She replied and Dean looks st her, shocked.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, shocked and confused, then she looks up at him. "Y-You've got a new power?" He asked and she nods. "Seems like it." She said. "And when exactly were you gonna tell us about this little information?" Dean asked, alittle angry but it was more out of fear for her than him being angry. 

"Well, I'm telling you now!" She said and Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes. "I was scared, Dean, and I didn't want to burden you with this information. I just...I saw what Max Miller could do and that scares me..." (y/n) said and Dean places a hand on her shoulder and makes her face him. "(Y/n), look...you're not gonna become a monster, alright? We'll figure this out together. I'll protect you and Sam." Dean assured her.

(Y/n) stares at him for a moment and realized, oddly enough, that his words gave her comfort and it calmed her down her nerves. She nods then smiles at Dean. "Thanks, Dean." She said and he nods then the two began to walk again.

Dean and (y/n) go down to the antique, empty bar to see that Sherwin is behind the bar. "Evening, lovebirds." He said and Dean and (y/n) share a glance then they look back at Sherwin as they now remember that they were acting like a couple.

"Evening." Dean said as they go and sit down. "Have a drink." Sherwin said to them. "Yeah, thanks." Dean and (y/n) said and Sherwin pours a drink for the two. "So, poor guy, huh? Killing himself?" Dean said to him. "That kind of thing seems to be going around lately." Sherwin said. "Yeah, yeah, we heard about the other ones. It's almost like this hotel is, uh, cursed or something." (Y/n) said.

"Every hotel has its spilled blood. If people only knew what's gone on in some of those rooms they've checked into." Sherwin said to the two. "You know a lot about the place, don't you?" Dean asked him. "Down to the last nail." Sherwin said. "We'd love to hear some stories." (y/n) said. "Honey, you should never say that to an old man." Sherwin said, smiling.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sherwin leads me and Dean up the wide staircase, showing us some old framed photographs on the walls. "This is little Miss Susan, and her mother Rose. Happier days." Sherwin said. "They're not happy now?" Dean asked him.

"Well, would you be, leaving the only home you ever knew?" Sherwin said to him, questioning. "I don't know. I never really knew one." Dean said. "Well, this is Rose's home. It's been in the family over a century. Used to be the family estate. And now she gets to live in some senior living graveyard, and they tear this place down." Sherwin explained.

"Yeah, that's too bad." I said and we start down the stairs. "We hear Rose isn't feeling well, either." I said to Sherwin. "No, she isn't." He said.

"What's wrong with her?" Dean asked. "It's not my business to say." Sherwin said. "Oh." Dean and I said, nodding. Then Dean looks at another photo of two little toddlers. "Who's this?" He asked as I look at the photo.

Sherwin picks up a yellowing photograph of a girl sitting on a chair with young black woman; the woman has a quincunx necklace. "That's Rose, when she was a little girl." Sherwin replied. "Who's that with her?" I asked. "That's her nanny, Marie. She looked after Rose more than her own mother." Sherwin said and Dean and I frown in concern as Sherwin replaces the photo.

The next morning, after staying up and doing some more research, Dean and I walk into Sam's room to see him kneeling, miserably, in front of the toilet, his hair hanging in his face. "How you feeling, Sammy?" Dean asked, loudly, after he grins over at Sam, who groans. "I guess mixing whisky and Jäger wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it?" Dean said as Sam groans again.

"I'll bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?" Dean asked, hopeful. "Ohh, I can still taste the tequila." Sam groans and Dean smiles in relief.

"You know, there's a really good hangover remedy -- it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray." I said and Sam starts heaving. "Oh, I hate you." He said with a groan as Dean laughs then he and I high-five each other. "I love you, Sammy." I said and he groans.

"Hey, turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace." Dean said to Sam. "So you guys think she taught Rose hoodoo?" Sam asked. "Yeah we do." I said. "All right." He said and he stands up. "I think it's time we talked to Rose, then." Sam said as he walks towards the doorway. "Oh. You can brush your teeth first." Dean said, grimacing, and Sam glares at him.

Later, we approach the door marked PRIVATE and I knock on it. "Hello? Susan?" Sam calls out and Dean and I look around furtively. "Clear?" Sam asked us and we nod at him.

Sam kneels before the door and picks the lock. We enter the creepy doll room and go to the door in the back; it's open, and we go through to find a dimly lit staircase. We creep upstairs and to the end of another hallway, into a small room whose door is ajar.

Rose was seated in a wheelchair facing the rainy window, her back to us. And we approach cautiously. "Mrs. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?" I asked as I see her trembling, and staring at nothing. "Rose? Hi, Mrs. Thompson, we're not here to hurt you, it's okay—" Sam said but she does not respond, just trembles harder.

"Rose?" Sam said then turns to us. "Guys." He said, quietly, as he draws us over to the side. "This woman's had a stroke." Sam said. "Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on, I mean, you've got to mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar." Dean said. "Yeah. So it can't be Rose. Hey, maybe it's not even hoodoo." I said, shrugging  

"Or she could be faking." Dean added. "Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick?" Sam asked and Dean frowns then nods. "Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!" Sam exclaimed at him.

"What the hell?! What are you doing in here?" Susan's voice growled and we turned to see her coming into the room and we talked, quickly.

"Oh, we just wanted to talk to Rose..."

"Well, the door was open..." 

"We're so sorry..."

"Look at her, she is scared out of her wits. I want you out of my hotel in two minutes or I'm calling the cops." Susan said to us, firmly, as she goes over to Rose and we leave without hesitation.

We packed up our things and loaded it up in the Impala then drove away.

We didn't actually leave as we knew that that ghost was gonna do something, so we stayed behind but hid from Susan. We came back just as she was staring at swingset, which begins moving on its own.

She approaches the playground cautiously; all the playsets start moving, and we hear her car, behind  her, started behind her. She lays a hand on the teeter-totter to stop it while we get out of the car and Sam starts to run.

Everything starts moving faster, and suddenly the car revs its engine and comes straight at her. At the last moment Sam tackles her out of the way just as Dean and I run out of the Impala towards them.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked Susan. "I think so." She said. "Come on, come on. Let's get inside, let's go." Dean orders and we help her into the inn then guide her into the bar and to a table.

"Whiskey." Susan said, breathless. "Sure. I know the feeling." Sam said as I go and pour her a glass of whiskey. "What the hell happened out there?" She asked us. "You want the truth?" I asked her. "Of course." She said and the boys and I exchange a look before Dean speaks.

"Well, at first we thought it was some sort of hoodoo curse, but that out there? That was definitely a spirit." Dean said as I hand her a glass of whiskey. "Here." I said to her. "You're insane." Susan said and I chuckle. "Yeah, it's been said." I said.

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this, but we need to know when your mother had the stroke." Sam said to her. "What does that have to do with any—" Susan asked but Sam talks over her. "Just answer the question." He said and she thinks.

"About a month ago." She replied. "Right before the killings began." I said and Sam turns to Dean. "See? So what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone. To protect them." Sam said to him. "She was using the five spot urns to ward off the spirit." Dean said. "Right, until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore." I saud and Susan looks between us, confused. "I don't believe this." She mutters.

"Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean, I guess it did, technically, but, but the spirit can — forget it." Dean said to her before Sam interrupts him. "Look, believe what you want. But the fact is you and your family are in danger, all right? So you need to clear everybody out of here: your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone." Sam said.

"Um, I only have one daughter." Susan said and I give her a confused look. "One? I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie." I said to her, questioning. "Maggie's imaginary." Susan replied and the boys and I look at each other again.

"Where's Tyler?" Sam asked her and she gives us a terrified and worried look to us.

Later, Susan leads us up to the room with all of those dolls. "Tyler!" Susan yells as we go into the room; only to see that the floor is littered with broken dolls. Susan starts to panic. "Oh my God. Tyler!" She yells as she runs out of the room. "Tyler!" She yells as the boys and I look around the room. Then Susan comes back. "She's not here!" She said, panicked.

"Susan. Tell us what you know about Maggie." Sam said to her, as calmly as he could. "Uh, not much. Um, Tyler's been talking about her since Mom got sick." Susan replied. "Okay, did you ever know anyone by that name?" I asked her. "Uh, no..." she said, shaking her head.

"Think, think, I mean, somebody that could have lived here, might have passed away?" Dean asked her and Susan's eyes widen  "Oh my God. My mom. My mom had a sister named Margaret. She barely spoke about her." She replied.

"Did Margaret happen to die here when she was a kid?" I asked her. "She drowned in the pool." Susan said and Dean looks at us. "Come on." He said and we run out of the room then out of the building.

We run through the gardens to the pool house and reach the door, I go to open it but it was locked. "Damn it!" I said and the boys started pounding at the glass to break it.

"Tyler!" Susan shouts as the boys kept pounding at the door. "Tyler!" Susan shouts and a moment later we hear a scream. "Is there another entrance?" Dean asked Susan. "Around back." She said. "All right, let's go." Dean said then he turns to me and Sam. "Keep working." He tells us and we nod at him.

As they run around the building, Sam and I continue to pound at the door; he looks back and comes back with a heavy pot. "Stand back." Sam said and I step aside then he starts pounding the door with it. 

He does this for a few more moments until finally he breaks through the glass and we wriggle through the opening. Without hesitation, Sam and I leap over the railing and into the pool. We pushes past the plastic covering the pool to reach Tyler, both of us lift her up, and I notice she is unconscious. 

We get her out of the pool just as Susan and Dean run in and we set Tyler on the edge of the pool. Susan starts to gasp, tearfully, as all of us give a worried look towards Tyler until she starts to cough and wake up.

"Thank God! Thank God, thank God." Susan said, in frantic tears, while Tyler looks over at her. "Mommy!" She cries and Susan goes to hug her. "Yeah, baby, I'm here." She said.

"Tyler, do you see Maggie anywhere?" I asked her once her and Susan pull out of the embrace. "No, she's gone." She said and we all give a confused look. 

Later, we make it back to the hotel and Susan holds Tyler close to her as we go up towards Rose's room. "Don't worry, honey, we're leaving in two minutes, we've just got to get Grandma." She said as the boys and I stay back.

"I don't get it, did Maggie just stop?" Dean asked, confused. "Seems like it." Sam said. "Well, where the hell did she go?" Dean asked but before we could reply, Susan screams.

The three of us share worried looks and go running up to Rose's room to find her slumped in her wheelchair, dead.

Minutes later, the paramedics came by and did some test on Rose before the coroner came by and took her body away. Susan was talking to them before she come over to us. "Paramedics said it was another stroke. Do you think...Margaret could have had something to do with it?" She asked us.

"We don't know." Dean said, shrugging.

"But it's possible, yeah." Sam said. 

"Susan, I'm sorry." I said to her, apologetically. "You have nothing to apologize for. You've given me everything." Susan said just as Tyler comes out of the house.

"Ready to go, kiddo?" Susan asked Tyler. "Yeah." Tyler replied. "Now Tyler, you're sure Maggie's not around anymore?" Dean asked her and she nods. "I'm sure. I'd see her." She said.

"I guess whatever's going on must be over." I said to the boys, as we walk over to the taxi near us, and Dean nods while Sam holds the taxi door for Susan. "You two take care of yourselves, all right?" He said.

Before getting in the taxi, Suaan turns and gives Sam a full-body hug and Dean and I smirk. "Thank you. All three of you." She said and she gets into the taxi then Sam shuts the door behind her.

"Think you could have hooked up some MILF action there, bud." Dean said and Sam scoffs and I shake my head. "I'm serious, I think she liked you." Dean said to Sam. "Yeah, that's all she needs." Sam grumbles. "Well, you saved the mom, you saved the girl. Not a bad day. 'Course you know, I could have saved 'em myself, but I didn't want you to feel useless." Dean teased and Sam scoffs. "All right, I appreciate it." Sam said and I chuckle.

"Hey, I helped saving Tyler." I said and Dean pats my shoulder. "You did good, too." He said and I roll my eyes. "Feels good getting back in the saddle, doesn't it?" He asked. "Yeah, it does. But it doesn't change what we talked about last night, Dean." Sam said.

"We talked about a lot of things last night." Dean said, feigning ignorance. "You know what I mean." Sam said as he gives us a knowing look. "You were wasted." I said to him. "But you two weren't. And you promised, Dean." Sam said and we all share a look before we go into the car then pull away from the inn.

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[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022): episode 4, the ruthless pursuit of blood with all a child's demanding.

tw: murder, death, blood, strong language, all vampire / horror things.

* i can't tell you that... i can't tell you that either.

* your doctor has been consulted and has given consent.

* would you follow me to the reading room?

* quite the house plant.

* the interior designer hired was a sentimentalist.

* please, wear gloves when handling the material.

* we suggest you begin on the left.

* their blood is bitter, it almost makes you feel sick to drink it.

* i tried to be good.

* i closed my eyes and waited for the fire to take me too.

* he was beautiful, strong, and fast and he carried me like i was made of feathers.

* i guessed i was in heaven, so i waited for the pain to go away and for my mama to join me.

* she's going cold, what do we do?

* i don't know where to bite, her body is all charred.

* she's just a kid.

* and she'll be what? a lap dog?

* you were ready to abandon our home, now you want a third.

* i just need her not to die.

* and then i tasted it, and right away i felt as strong as a street car.

* i realized what what i thought was heaven was just a nice room.

* you got some of your own i can have?

* so, this is my new house?

* i heard your cry for help. we can hear people's thought.

* prove it. what am i thinking now?

* so you can hear my thoughts, but he can't? does that make him the dumb one?

* if he makes you, he can't hear your thoughts anymore.

* he relies on my words to understand me, just like a human.

* i'm not a human no more, am i?

* well, i can see where this is going.

* you'll do it too, in time, my little milkweed. i'll teach you. but not if we're going to have family secrets?

* are we a family?

* but with no secrets.

* they had nice clothes, a nice auto-carriage, and a funny way of being nice to each other.

* so, i'm supposed to kill him?

* i'm not sure how i feel about that pleated skirt.

* looks like she takes after me...

* you're not a girl, you're a devil!

* you have to stop while they're alive.

* who is it she takes after?

* confusion, regret, euphoria... you'll wake up feeling a lot of things. guilt... a bad taste in your mouth from the cop which again you should never choose.

* what did i just say?

* don't eat cops.

* you gotta listen to your elders when they're talking.

* hungry? you just ate a man twice your size.

* i'm so hungry... i think i'm gonna die. is that how vampires die? of starvation?

* some sleep is what she needs.

* sedation is what she needs.

* you suck them like frog legs and burn them like trash.

* i gotta go to bed when the rest of the world wakes up.

* have you seen my slippers?

* must every night end like this?

* y'all get tired before i do.

* why does she talk to the book?

* the sun goes up, we go down. that's never gonna change.

* keeping you safe, little waif.

* the book is my friend.

* the book is her friend.

* the book is a book.

* put the pen down.

* when i'm tired, i'm not so kind.

* and where are all the vampires at?

* she's gonna pass real soon. we're trying to accustom her to the thought of... going home to god.

* it's so soft!

* it's just me, my pen, my brain, my heart, and the blood of the street car conductor i drained after he got off work. thank you, street car driver. i hope they got more of you at your company to fill in for you.

* don't shush me.

* i missed you.

* you missed me?

* he doesn't give good answers to questions, sits on the truth like it's his chair or something. i thought we weren't supposed to keep secrets.

* sometimes, old people don't like talking much about the past. sometimes, you gotta be careful where you dig, you understand?

* how does it work, love between two men?

* you ever liked girls?

* i don't know how you do that... you can't like the taste.

* it's not just what you eat. you can kill quick and painless, or you can get extravagant.

* there've been times when i've gone too far myself.

* some killing has consequences.

* i used to get a little caught up in human affairs.

* how does muhammad feel about vampires?

* how is your reading coming along?

* i interrupted, you were praying.

* i have my own room now.

* still, you wouldn't believe how time flies when you got people to eat and money to spend.

* we do like mortals do. we fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love!

* never seen a dead one look so peaceful... do you know what her last words were?

* who are you here with, honey?

* you have a kid?

* we need to talk about the house.

* over the cold body of our mama. i was wondering why i got the invite this time.

* well, good we got each other's backs... make you proud, you hear?

* the smell is awful.

* wakes were invented in places where it snowed.

* i'll have the papers drawn up.

* now, here's a treat. i think you're ready for. this is what the meat calls a 'lovers lane', and by my estimation no blood is sweeter. young people, swollen with passion, denied spirits by this senseless prohibition, park along this lonely stretch to contemplate that most mysterious of mathematical equations: how one plus one... becomes one.

* you've been too sheltered, my belladonnic beauty.

* did you just crawl out of the swamp or something?

* there's something back there, something evil!

* she's a prodigious killer, why you wanna limit her is beyond comprehension.

* i jumped a girl in between speakeasies, i wear it better though.

* don't do something he would do.

* happy hunting!

* i'm sorry, i got so scared i almost fainted. i thought the flowers might bring me back a bit.

* i'm glad you're back.

* i just wanted to say thank you for driving me home.

* i had to make sure you wouldn't faint again.

* i wanna know what his laugh sounds like when it's all the way.

* i'm surprised your fancy parents even let you out at night.

* they know i can take care of myself.

* you almost got trampled by a horse.

* no running in the house!

* i finally got a few secrets of my own.

* are you blocking me?

* do you not like it?

* i guess you're probably used to having ice cream any time you want.

* so, is this what you always do for a first date? take a girl out for some ice cream?

* no way you're older than me.

* everyone in my family looks young for their age.

* i'm tired of waiting!

* you don't even look like a girl... you're an angel.

* it's easy to get carried away when you're young and in love.

* stop squirming and watch. remember this, his face as it melts. this is why we never get close to mortals. because sooner or later, they end up dead.

* i had a daughter.

* the oh-so-delicate balance of our oh-so-delicate household was shattered.

* and what should i have done? tucked his body into the coffin with her?

* it's funnier when you fight in french.

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[delopsia]

HI CAN WE TALK ABT VEHICLES AGAIN PLS?

So do the boys keep their trucks clean inside and out 95% of the time? Or do one or both of them just kinda let the inside get away from them? Like finding random bolts and parts and wire snips and gloves on every surface of their trucks? Or are they vacuuming it out once a week ? (One boy finding the other boy and reader’s underwear in the truck and immediately going back to the house for sexy time) are their trucks kept in the garage or in the drive way? Both?

Which boy does most of the vehicle maintenance? Do they have opinions on what reader drives? Like brand make model? Because ik in my family every guy has like a brand of car he 100% will not work on. Do they have any stipulations like that?

How big is the garage?

Original truck post, for reference

Bobby absolutely keeps his truck clean; it's a pavement princess through and through. It can absolutely do the heavy lifting that Rhett's does, pulling trailers and general offroading, but Bob doesn't have much of a reason to do those sorts of things. That pretty little truck is as clean as a whistle, gets a nice handwash every few weeks, and the interior is borderline brand new. Maybe the floor mats have a little mud because Rhett's boots are rarely clean, but he stays pretty on top of it.

A big player in that is the whole Navy thing. He's expected to keep his uniforms pristine, and it just feels wrong to drive onto a base with a vehicle that doesn't reflect that same cleanliness standard.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different story. He'd love to keep it clean, but it's just not feasible when you work on a ranch five days a week, sometimes six, if someone calls off. Dirt clings to the sides like a bad memory, but the inside isn't particularly horrible if you ignore the floor mats. His passenger seat is almost always occupied by a toolbox and a second box of "ranch junk," as he calls it; any tools too big to fit find themselves on the floor or in the back seat.

He'll clean it every other month just to keep things from getting too bad, but it's not something he puts a ton of concern into. He can spend hours scrubbing it over the weekend and have it just as dirty come Friday.

This could vary depending on the house you imagine, but the house I use to blueprint my writing has a two-car garage. Bob and Reader's vehicles occupy it, while a double-wide carport sits outside, home to Rhett's two trucks. It only makes sense; Bob and Reader's vehicles are clean, daily drivers. Rhett's work truck would track mud onto the garage floor, and the old GMC Sierra has been promoted to the near-exclusive role of date night vehicle.

Rhett's not exactly the car guy; he can do an oil change and minor garage things, but machines aren't truly his thing. He can YouTube it and probably get the job done, but there's no guarantee he did it right or if it'll last.

Bobby, on the other hand, grew up fixing farm equipment; it's almost second nature to him. He's pretty handy at these sorts of things; he'll call for Rhett to give him a hand or use him as an errand boy every now and then, but he generally works best alone.

Rhett's extremely reluctant to work on luxury brand vehicles. A lot of times, those vehicles have tech that requires special training, and he's very aware of his subpar skill set. He'd rather inconvenience you and take you to the dealership for maintenance than do it by himself and risk fucking up your fancy car.

Bob tries not to play the "I'll never work on this vehicle" card, but he's not a big fan of Nissan's. He went through two in college; one was a money pit full of endless problems, and the transmission failed on the one he got to replace it. Probably bad luck, but he's got a bias against them. Like Rhett, though, he'll suck it up and work on them if the Reader owns one.

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