#THE OLD DARK HOUSE (1963)

[weirdlookindog]

Janette Scott in The Old Dark House (1963)

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Boris Karloff

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: An American car salesman in London becomes mixed up in a series of fatal occurrences at a secluded mansion.

mod L says: no book has ever been about WWI more than Benighted (the book this is based on) is, so setting a movie version in the sixties is certainly a choice.

[countesspetofi]

Spotted the Collinsport Afghan in The Haunting (1963). In a haunted mansion in New England.

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

Directed by [in]famous horror film maker WILLIAM CASTLE.

The opening title animation was done by CHARLES ADDAMS creator of The Addams Family!

[goryhorroor]

What are some underrated horror films? I have watched all the popular ones and need more! Thanks!

mentally prepare yourself because im ready to give a gumbo list (this has been sitting in my inbox because i had to ask all my friends and this is the list we came up with):

curse of the demon (1957) the serpent and the rainbow (1988) paranoiac (1963) the old dark house (1932) countess dracula (1971) golem (1920) haxan (1968) island of lost souls (1932) mad love (1935) mill of the stone women (1960) the walking dead (1936) the ghoul (1933) tourist trap (1979) the seventh victim (1943) ganja & hess (1973) dead of night (1945) a bay of blood (1971) let's scare jessica to death (1971) alice sweet alice (1976) the deadly spawn (1983) the brain that wouldn't die (1962) all about evil (2010) black roses (1988) the baby (1973) parents (1989) a blade in the dark (1983) blood lake (1987) solo survivor (1984) lemora: a child's tale of supernatural (1973) eyes of fire (1983) epitaph (2007) nightmare city (1980) slugs (1988) death smiles on a murderer (1973) intruder (1989) short night of glass dolls (1971) the children (2008) alone in the dark (1982) end of the line (2007) the queen of spades (1949) the housemaid (1960) tormented (1960) captain clegg (1962) the long hair of death (1964) dark age (1987) the crawling eye (1958) the kindred (1987) the gorgon (1964) wicked city (1987) baba yaga (1973) 976-evil (1988) bliss (2019) decoder (1984) amer (2009) the visitor (1979) day of the animals (1977) leptirica (1973) planet of the vampires (1965) lips of blood (1975) berberian sound studio (2012) a wounded fawn (2022) matango (1963) the mansion of madness (1973) the killing kind (1973) symptoms (1974) morgiana (1972) whispering corridors (1998) dead end (2003) infested (2023) (this just came out but im adding it) triangle (2009) the premonition (1976) you'll like my mother (1972) the mafu cage (1978) white of the eye (1987) mister designer (1987) alison's birthday (1981) the suckling (1990) graveyard shift (1987) messiah of evil (1987) out of the dark (1988) seven footprints to satan (1929) burn witch burn (1962) the damned (1962) pin (1988) horrors of malformed men (1969) mr vampire (1985) the vampire doll (1970) contracted (2013) impetigore (2019) eyeball (1975) malatestas carnival of blood (1973) the witch who came from the sea (1976) i drink your blood (1970) nothing underneath (1985) sauna (2008) seance (2000) come true (2020) the last winter (2006) night tide (1961) the brain (1988) dementia (1955) don't go to sleep (1982) otogirisou (2001) reincarnation (2005) mutant (1984) spookies (1986) shock waves (1977) bloody hell (2020) the den (2013) wer (2013) olivia (1983) enigma (1987) graverobbers (1988) manhattan baby (1982) evil in the woods (1986) death bed: the bed that eats (1977) cathy's curse (1977) creatures from the abyss (1994) the dorm that dripped blood (1982) the witching (1993) madman (1981) vampire's embrace (1991) blood beat (1983) the alien factor (1978) savage weekend (1979) blood sisters (1987) deadly love (1987) playroom (1990) die screaming marianne (1971) pledge night (1990) night train to terror (1985) the devonsville terror (1983) ghostkeeper (1981) special effects (1984) blood feast (163) the child (1977) godmonster of indian flats (1973) blood rage (1980) the unborn (1991) screamtime (1983) the outing (1987) the being (1983) silent madness (1984) lurkers (1988) forver evil (1987) squirm (1976) death screams (1982) jack-o (1995) haunts (1976) a night to dismember (1983) creaturealm: demons wake (1998) the curse (1987) daddy's deadly darling (1973) nightwing (1979) the laughing dead (1989) the severed arm (1973) the orphan (1979) not like us (1995) prime evil (1988) the monstrosity (1987) dark ride (2006) antibirth (2016) iced (1988) the soultangler (1987) twisted nightmare (1987) puffball (2007) biohazard (1985) cameron's closet (1988) beast from haunted cave (1959) the she-creature (1956)

[deadpresidents]

"Thank you Mr. President" Jackie Kennedy's letter to LBJ less than 24 hours after burying JFK

When Lyndon Baines Johnson was sworn in as President on board Air Force One at Love Field in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963, Jackie Kennedy was standing next to him, her pink Chanel dress, white gloves, and bare legs smeared with the blood and brain matter of her assassinated husband.  Traumatized and almost certainly in shock, Jackie wanted to support the new President and new First Lady as power was officially transferred in the same solemn ceremony that has always marked such an occasion in American History.  As the Presidential airplane left Dallas and returned to the nation's capital, Jackie sat in the back of the plane with the coffin containing her husband's body.

Despite her deep personal loss, her traumatic experience, and her obvious physical exhaustion, Jackie threw herself into planning President Kennedy's funeral as soon as she returned to Washington, D.C.  Jackie was sensitive to the needs of the country and protective of her husband's legacy.  When she arrived at the White House, she requested information about the exact specifications of Abraham Lincoln's funeral after he was assassinated in 1865.  Even though it was the middle of the night, Kennedy staffers went to the National Archives and the Library of Congress to research the Lincoln funeral and Jackie helped make plans for the pageantry that would commence over the next few days.  With a few minor exceptions, JFK's funeral was nearly an exact replica of Lincoln's funeral almost 100 years earlier.  The effect was monumental.  Kennedy's funeral will always be remembered as a dignified, iconic moment in our nation's history.

As Jackie Kennedy prepared to bury the 35th President, Lyndon Johnson consumed himself with becoming the 36th President, continuing Kennedy's work and leading the nation through the darkness of the assassination and its aftermath.  When Air Force One landed at Andrews Air Force Base on the night of November 22nd, the Secret Service urged now-President Johnson to take a helicopter directly to the White House.  Johnson immediately vetoed the move as he thought it would disrespectful for him to land on the South Lawn of the White House (as Presidents regularly do) while Kennedy's family still lived in the building.  When LBJ arrived at the White House via motorcade to begin his work that night, the new President went directly to an office in the Old Executive Office Building rather than working out of the Oval Office.

Over the next few weeks, President Johnson extended many kindnesses to Jackie Kennedy.  LBJ and Jackie had always had an extremely close relationship, and Johnson never forgot how kind Jackie had been when LBJ was Vice President -- a depressing time for Johnson due to his lack of power and influence.  During his Vice Presidency, Johnson had experienced many problems with members of Kennedy's Administration, but was always treated very well by President and Mrs. Kennedy. 

The Kennedys had two young children who had just lost their father, and the first thing that LBJ did as President was write two letters to President Kennedy's children to read when they were old enough to understand them.  When JFK was elected President, the Kennedys hoped that their daughter Caroline would be able to attend a normal school with children her age.  When it became apparent that the logistics wouldn't allow that, a room was prepared at the White House for Caroline's teacher to hold class daily.  When JFK was assassinated, LBJ insisted that Caroline's class continue using the White House for classes as long as Jackie wished.  In fact, LBJ urged Jackie to continue living in the White House throughout the entirety of his term.  Jackie moved out within a few weeks, but she appreciated President Johnson's offer.

What Jackie Kennedy most appreciated, however, was President Johnson's presence at John F. Kennedy's funeral.  On November 25, 1963, the entire nation stopped and world leaders gathered in Washington to bury the slain President (one place that the nation didn't stop was Dallas, where JFK's assassin Lee Harvey Oswald was shot and killed as he was being transferred to another police facility).  Kennedy's funeral was historic and emotional.  The enduring image is of John F. Kennedy, Jr. -- celebrating his 3rd birthday on that very day -- stepping forward to salute as father's flag-draped casket passed by.

Another stirring image from that day was accompanying President Kennedy's funeral cortége.  As Kennedy's casket rested on the exact same caisson that carried Abraham Lincoln's casket, a remarkable procession of some of the most famous, powerful people in the world followed behind it.  Led by Jackie Kennedy and the slain Presidents two brothers, Robert F. Kennedy and Edward Kennedy, scores and scores of political leaders, diplomats, monarchs, and more trailed the casket, marching in complete silence other than the sounds of their feet on the pavement.  Dozens upon dozens of countries were represented -- not just by ambassadors or minor officials, but by Kings, Queens, Emperors, Presidents, and Prime Ministers.  When one looks at the photos, our eyes are immediately drawn to the majestic strength of Jackie Kennedy leading the procession.  If the faces of those behind her are scanned, they reveal legendary leaders such as Charles de Galle, Haile Selassie, U Thant, Golda Meier, King Baudoiun I, Lester Pearson, Willy Brandt, Queen Frederica, Eamon de Valera, Prince Philip, Sir Alec Douglas-Home, and scores of other international figures, not to mention the leading Americans, who took to the streets of Washington, D.C. -- on foot -- to honor President Kennedy.

It's often forgotten that Lyndon Johnson was there.  Johnson was such a larger-than-life character and so rarely relegated to the background that it's difficult to imagine a scene where he would not be the major player.  Since President Kennedy had been murdered in broad daylight on the streets of a major American city just three days earlier, the Secret Service -- understandably nervous due to their failure to protect one President that week -- was adamantly opposed to President Johnson's participation.  Johnson overruled the Secret Service concerns and turned down their insistence that he ride in an armor-plated limousine.  For maybe the only time in his life, Lyndon Johnson -- now President of the United States -- went virtually unnoticed to the public.

Yet, one person did notice.  And, on November 26, 1963, despite all that she had been through; despite all that she was feeling; despite all that she had lost; despite the fact that just 24 hours earlier she had buried her husband, the father of her two young children, the 34-year-old widowed former First Lady Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy sat down in the White House and wrote this letter to the new President of the United States, Lyndon Baines Johnson:

November 26 Tuesday Dear Mr. President, Thank you for walking yesterday - behind Jack.  You did not have to do that - I am sure many people forbid you to take such a risk - but you did it anyway.  Thank you for your letters to my children.  What those letters will mean to them later - you can imagine.  The touching thing is, they have always loved you so much, they were most moved to have a letter from you now. And most of all, Mr. President, thank you for the way you have always treated me - the way you and Lady Bird have always been to me - before, when Jack was alive, and now as President. I think the relationship of the Presidential and Vice-Presidential families could be a rather strained one.  From the history I have been reading ever since I came to the White House, I gather it often was in the past. But you were Jack's right arm - and I always thought the greatest act of a gentleman that I had seen on this earth - was how you - the Majority Leader when he came to the Senate as just another little freshman who looked up to you and took orders from you, could then serve as Vice President to a man who had served under you and been taught by you. But more than that we were friends, all four of us.  All you did for me as a friend and the happy times we had.  I always thought way before the nomination that Lady Bird should be First Lady - but I don't need to tell you here what I think of her qualities - her extraordinary grace of character - her willingness to assume ever burden - She assumed so many for me and I love her very much - and I love your two daughters - Lynda Bird most because I know her the best - and we first met when neither of us could get a seat to hear President Eisenhower's State of the Union message, and someone found us a place on one of the steps on the aisle where we sat together.  If we had known then what our relationship would be now. It was so strange - last night I was wandering through this house.  There in the Treaty Room is your chandelier, and I had framed - the page we all signed - you - Senator Dirksen and Mike Mansfield - underneath I had written "The day the Vice President brought the East Room chandelier back from the Capitol." Then in the library I showed Bobby the Lincoln Record book you gave - you see all you gave - and now you are called on to give so much more. Your office - you are the first President to sit in it as it looks today.  Jack always wanted a red rug - and I had curtains designed for it that I thought were as dignified as they should be for a President's office. Late last night a moving man asked me if I wanted Jack's ship pictures left on the wall for you (They were clearing the office to make room for you) - I said no because I remembered all the fun Jack had those first days hanging pictures of things he loved, setting out his collection of whales teeth etc. But of course they are there only waiting for you to ask for them if the walls look too bare.  I thought you would want to put things from Texas in it - I pictured some gleaming longhorns - I hope you put them somewhere. It mustn't be very much help to you your first day in office - to hear children on the lawn at recess.  It is just one more example of your kindness that you let them stay - I promise - they will soon be gone - Thank you Mr. President Respectfully Jackie

At the LBJ Library on the campus of the University of Texas in Austin, there are many displays of priceless, historic artifacts that tell the story of the years of Lyndon Johnson, his service to the United States, and the world that he knew.  As you pass through the exhibits, it's difficult not to be astonished, inspired, and touched by what you see around you during your visit.  Many of the things you'll see there will take your breath away, but nothing leaves an impression on your heart and soul like the seven pieces of paper containing these words in Jackie Kennedy's handwriting -- words that somehow convey strength and fragility, evoke optimism and sadness, and simultaneously project support while demonstrating a sense of loss that very few of us can imagine.  Items like these are the source materials for what history truly is -- a biography of humanity, a story about people.

[baronvonkrieger]

Happy Birthday Charles Addams

With the Wednesday series having done so well on Netflix, she has become a very popular character. Of course, if it hadn’t been for Charles Addams, there wouldn’t be a Wednesday, and January 7th, is her creator’s 111th Birthday.

For a good part of the 20th Century, Charles Addams twisted look at life was very much a part of popular culture. Alfred Hitchcock was quite a fan, and went out of his way to meeting him in person. Hitchcock even gave him a shoutout in his film “North by Northwest”, while the house in Psycho was based on the houses he drew in a lot of cartoons. His series of Cartoons in the New Yorker were so popular, that the characters we now know as Gomez and Morticia, were referenced by Hannah Barbera, and in Rocky and Bullwinkle. He also did poster art for the 1957 film “How to Murder you Rich Uncle”, and the 1963 Hammer/William Castle remake of “The Old Dark House”. In 1962, dolls were even released by Aboriginal, where Morticia and Wednesday, finally got names. the 1964 series “The Addams Family” cemented Charles Addams as a part of popular culture to this day.

So, why am I have such interest in not just the “Addams Family”, but the works of Charles Addams? As I grew up, I was a fan of the 1964 TV series, and when my mother rented a 16 MM print of “The Old Dark House”, I was fascinated to see the opening credits created by Charles Adams. I think being a misfit had a lot to do with being in the military in the early 1980s, that in an army recreation facility, there was a copy of one of his collections of cartoons among the books, and I finally discovered the wonderfully twisted New Yorker cartoons, and it has cemented my love of his work ever since. I have a love of spooky old houses, antique cars, and twisted humor. When you really feel that you are an oddball, it’s only going to make you love it when you feel you’ve discovered a kindred spirit.

[cafenervosa]

🎃 Highlights from Drawlloween 2023 🎃

DRACULA'S DAUGHTER (1936) | THE INVISIBLE MAN (2020) THE OLD DARK HOUSE (1932) | THE UNINVITED (1944) THE BIRDS (1963) | THE BROOD (1979) PEARL (2022) | THE BLACK PHONE (2021) SPELLBOUND (1945) | I MARRIED A WITCH (1942)

See the rest on my Instagram! ID in alt text.

[shadowland]

Emmylou Harris interview by Cameron Crowe Rolling Stone, June 19, 1975

Fame Catches Up with Emmylou

Los Angeles – Guitar in hand, Gram Parsons sat in his road manager’s Laurel Canyon home and coached singer Emmylou Harris through the harmonies of the old Burritos classic, “Sin City.” Later, after she’d excused herself for a visit to the kitchen, Parsons grinned proudly. “There she is,” he said, “that’s my kick in the ass, keep an eye on her.”

That was in 1973. Now, two years later, Harris’s first major solo effort, Pieces of the Sky, has done well and her current club and concert tour (augmented by a band featuring Elvis’s guitarist James Burton and his keyboard player Glen D. Hardin) is drawing unanimous raves. But Emmylou Harris, it seems, is the last to catch up with Emmylou Harris. Still a bit dazed over Parsons’s untimely death in the fall of ’73, the 28-year-old singer is only now waking up to the reality of a successful solo career.

“I know what’s happening but it hasn’t really hit me yet,” she drawls softly, curled up on the sofa of a West Hollywood hotel room. Two nights earlier, she’d enthralled a capacity Palomino Club audience that included such luminaries as Bonnie Raitt, Maria Muldaur, Lowell George, Commander Cody, Joni Mitchell and Linda Ronstadt (for whose recent country hit, “I Can’t Help It” Harris provided the strong counter harmony). “I guess it’s just been a kind of long hard road. In a way I’ve been at this for almost ten years on almost all kinds of levels – from waiting tables to playing in New York clubs and not having anybody listen to me, to making a terrible first record for a bankrupt company to working with Gram.

“I suppose working with Gram was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me,” she continues. “There was just something very magical about the experience. It was so much fun to just get up there, sing with him, and not worry about carrying a show myself. Everyone paid all this attention to me and told me how good I was and all that. It was really like being some kind of fairytale princess. Somehow that affected me more than all this that’s happening now.” She lets her words settle for a moment, then decides on a quip. “Maybe I’m on time delay.”

Born in Alabama and raised in Virginia, Harris remembers a reputation of being a “real prig” in high school. “I was considered to be a kind of oddball. You know, always studying and making good grades. Singing began as a social thing. I realized when I started singing at parties people began noticing me. High schools are real hip now, everybody’s cool, but there was a counter-culture in Woodbridge, Virginia, in 1963. You were either a homecoming queen or  a real weirdo. Here I was a 16-year-old Wasp, wanting to quit school and become Woody Guthrie.”

Instead, Harris made it to the University of North Carolina on a drama scholarship. Using free time to play off-campus bars in a folk duo, she lasted a year and a half before applying to the more prestigious drama department at Boston University. “I was gonna work as a waitress in Virginia Beach for a while to get enough tuition money,” she recalls. “But there was an incredible little music scene going on down there. That’s when I got serious about singing.”

Harris never made it to Boston U. “I thought I was going to get married. My first big love below up in my face, so I just went to New York ’cause there was nothing else to do. I was greener than green. I got a room at the YWCA, started going to the Village, playing basket houses [pass-the-hat-clubs] and just . . . hangin’ out.”

In two years of scuffling around New York, Emmylou made some valuable friends like singers Jerry Jeff Walker and David Bromberg. “Besides turning me on to country music, they sort of looked out for me,” she says. “Even so, I must have had some protective kind of bubble around me. I used to walk home from gigs on dark streets at two in the morning with my guitar and never think anything of it. Looking back, I get scared to death.”

Harris’s first album (on the now defunct Jubilee records), recorded in New York just after her marriage, is one she’d like to forget. “I was trying to keep it a secret,” she laughs (ironically, since the 1970 release was titled Emmylou Harris). “I hope somebody in authority will be able to buy the masters and burn them. Everybody involved with that record hated everybody else and I was in the middle trying to keep the peace. It was a disaster.”

Several months after recording, “the worst possible thing any girl could ever do to her budding career” happened. Harris became pregnant with her child, Hallie. “Up until then,” she admits, “my life had been a little too nebulous, I had no clear vision at all. The pregnancy, although it wasn’t planned, gave me something very real and something present to relate to.”

Later, with her marriage broken and ten dollars in her pocket, the protectiveness of motherhood, soon drove Harris out of New York. “I didn’t know where I was gonna go, but I knew I had to get a job and make some money. By accident I got back into music through some friends, Billy and Kathy Danoff [writers of ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’]. They were still living in their basement apartment with all the cockroaches running around. They were the ones that put a guitar in my hands and ordered me onstage again.”

It was early ’71 when Flying Burrito Brothers guitarist Rick Roberts stumbled onto Harris performing in a small Washington D.C. bar called the Red Fox. The next night, Roberts brought the rest of the Burritos down for a look. They invited her to join the band; before she could accept, the Burritos had dissolved.

“Chris Hillman,” Emmylou remembers, “wanted to come out to L.A. so he could produce some demo tapes. He was really busy at the time. Anyway, I think it probably worked out the way it should have.” The way it worked out was for Hillman to turn on Gram Parsons, the Burritos’ long estranged cofounder, to their incredible discovery. Months later, Parson dropped in on one of Harris’s many D.C appearances and made a few vague promises. A year later, Parsons invited her to L.A. to sing on his first solo album, GP. Their partnership quickly intensified. “It was gonna be a Dolly Parton-Porter Wagoner situation. We didn’t see any need to break up that partnership because we really got higher on what we did together than anything we did separately. I still feel that way.”

It was hard work, she says, that kept her from slipping into an extended depression. “Gram’s death was like falling off a mountain. It was a very hard year between his death and the recording of my album [Pieces of the Sky]. A year of throwing myself into a lot of work that my heart wasn’t really into. There was a lot of stumbling involved. I was playing quite a few bars and was in a real vulnerable position. People felt that they could come up and ask me anything. I used to get hostile. It  hurt. I didn’t want to get emotional around some perfect stranger who had the goddamn gall to come up and ask me something that was none of his goddamn business.”

The subject brings her close to tears. “Gram was such an amazing part of my life. I have so many good memories of him, it seems pointless to dwell on the tragedy of it.” Abruptly, she reaches to turn up the country station already blaring from a hotel room radio. “Do you like Conway Twitty?” she asks. “I just love the harmony on this.”

Pieces of the Sky was almost a year long project in itself. Emmylou for one could not be more proud. With the help of Anne Murray’s ex-producer Brian Ahern, great care was taken in selecting material. “I’m just starting to write again,” says Harris. “I don’t mind the fact that I only wrote one song [“Boulder to Birmingham,’ cowritten with Bill Danoff] on the album. There are just too many tunes that I get off doing and want to turn people on to. I feel very deeply and personally involved with each one, so I don’t miss that writer’s identity of making a statement.

“I think any singer feels that way,” Harris says about choosing songs like the Everly Brothers’ “Sleepless Nights,” the Beatles’ “For No One”and Dolly Parton’s “Coat of Many Colors.” Like Linda [Ronstadt]. When she sings a song it’s really sung. Nobody cares that she doesn’t write; the delivery’s all that really matters.”

Besides a heavy touring schedule and the summer recording of her next album, Emmylou Harris spunkily refuses to acknowledge the long-range future. “A lot of my life has been circumstance. The future just doesn’t exist for me. You’re not responsible for decisions if you don’t make them.

“What do I see in the future?” Harris asks, reaching for the telephone. “A chocolate shake. Hello, Room Service?”

[unknowntoyou2205]

1960's love

Info: Y/n and Steve meet when they were teenagers before he became Captain America, now in the 21st Century the two say their long awaited vows after overcoming it all.

Relationship: Steve Rogers x reader

Y/n smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing the white dress she had on. This was the moment she was waiting for, her and Steve's wedding day. She had dreamed of this from the moment they had met back in 1963. The two were at a gathering when they bumped into each other. Y/n had fallen for the blue eyes that she made eye contact with from the moment they left, and she couldn't believe the life she now lived.

Why can't we go back to '63? To sit in those old drive-in seats And listen to Elvis sing While we kiss in the backseat When we'd both make it home past dark From watching the moon hug the stars You'd hold my hand tight As we part for the night

Young y/n giggled as she allowed Steve to lead her back to his dads car that he had borrowed for the night. She waved goodbye to her mother who stood at the front door, watching her youngest enter the car of her new lover, apparently ‘the one’. There was a love hate relationship between Steve and her parents since they started courting, and y/n could only smile watching the awkward silences between her family and boyfriend. It didn’t take much for Steve to be awkward, hell he was awkward for weeks after they begun hanging out. It had taken Bucky to get him to ask her out in the first place.

“Where are we going tonight?” Y/n asked, smiling at Steve as he started up the car. “I thought we might go for a outdoor cinema tonight. Hang out in the car.” Steve stated, glancing at his girlfriend before watching the road. “How romantic.” Y/n joked, causing Steve to smile slightly. “What’s on.” “Elvis performance.” Steve spoke with a grin, knowing how much y/n loved Elvis’s songs. “You’ve won me there.” Y/n stated, grinning from ear. “I thought as much.” Steve mocked her causing her to giggle.

Steve parked near the back of the cars parked and turned off the ignition. Y/n smiled as they moved to the back of the car. Steve grabbed some drinks for them before the movie started, and y/n cuddled into his side, feeling his hand on her back. But neither were them were paying attention to the movie, for all they could hear was the breathing between them. Wanting to be closer, Steve brought his hand up to y/n’s cheek, and caressed it gently before moving her chin up to face him. Y/n smiled up at him before moving closer to bring her lips to his. Both smiled into the kiss as they forgot about the movie, melting into each others embrace.

It's when you pull me close Scrunch your nose Whisper in my ear Nice and slow You'd say you're my 1960s, baby Never leave my side We can fall asleep Under the stars or sneak out tonight

Steve drove y/n home after the film was over. Their night had been filled with love and laughter, yet both wouldn’t allow themselves to get carried away, instead opting to enjoy being together instead. Y/n was half asleep as they neared her house, and Steve could only admire her, with her head leaning against the car window, eyes half shut. Bringing the car to a stop, Steve opened his door and got out as y/n pulled her head up, looking around in confusion.

Y/n allowed Steve to open her door and take her hand, helping her out of the car. Kissing his cheek in thanks, y/n moved towards the pathway up to her house as Steve closed the car door. It was late by now, and all the lights in her house was off, but y/n knew that her father was no doubt up in the back kitchen, nursing his nightly brandy.

“Look.” Steve whispered in her ear, pointing up to the sky. Y/n looked up to see the night stars and half moon up above them. “It’s beautiful.” Y/n whispered in awe. “Come on.”

Steve tugged at y/n’s hand and moved towards the steps of y/n’s house. Sitting on them, Steve pulled y/n to sit beside him before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. Y/n sighed in content and curled into her boyfriend, enjoying each others company.

“I want my life to be with you y/n. Everything I do will be for you.” Steve whispered, placing his head on her shoulder, kissing it gently. “I believe you are the one for me, never let me go.” Y/n stated, looking at him through her lashes.

Steve scrunched his nose a little and y/n giggled as he peppered kisses along her face.

Our parents may worry But we both know that we're fine They say teenage love don't last but I got hope for you and I

Y/n came home crying after her night out with Steve. They had spent the night with Bucky who had joined the army, and Steve had announced that he had applied to possibly join the army. Steve came to her door, and stepped in but didn’t dare enter the house as y/n’s parents came to see what was going on. Seeing his daughters state, y/n’s father glared at Steve and stalked towards him.

“Dad no.” Y/n stated, glancing at her father. “Y/n..” Steve started to say but y/n put her hand up. “I don’t want to talk to you right now Steve. Please leave.” Y/n stated.

Steve glanced at y/n’s mother who nodded at him to leave before moving to comfort her daughter. Looking at his girlfriends father who still stood with a hard look on his face, Steve sighed and hung his head as he left for the night. Y/n allowed her mother to guide her to the living room, sitting down on the couch before her mother left to the kitchen. Soon there was a warm cup of coco in her hand and her mother sat beside her, rubbing her back as her father sat opposite them, brandishing his brandy.

“I told you he was no good for you.” Y/n’s father started. “y/f/n” Your mother scolded him with a harsh look. “Well he is. Young timid guy like him is no good for her.” “He’s joining the army.” Y/n sniffed, causing her father to get an outburst of laughter. “Maybe it’s best that you guys ended it then, hmm.” Y/n’s mother stated, tucking some hair behind her ear. “End it?” Y/n asked, scrunching her eyes in confusion, “We haven’t ended anything mum.” “Young love doesn’t last love, it’s okay for it to end. There’ll be others.” “I still love him mum, and he loves me. I just , don’t know what I’ll do if he gets in. I worry about him mum.” “Tsk, love. What do you know about love at this age.” Her father commented.Y/n glanced at her father and could only cry more at the remark that she would normally laugh at. Y/n’s mother sighed and wrapped her arms around her daughter, not wanting to listen to her cries.

Why can't we go back to '63? To seat on those old diner seats And you'll make fun of me but I don't mind it When the roads are bare You speed to make me scared But then you'll stop 'Cause you know I'm a good girl at heart

Y/n and Steve sat together opposite Bucky as they chatted about how life had been back home. It had been 2 years since Steve had joined the army and y/n couldn’t of been more proud of him. While at first she had been hesitant about her boyfriend joining the army, she managed to oversee her worries, and despite nothing but fear being present when Steve told her that he was going to take part in a new super soldier serum experiment with Mister Stark, her fears became nothing but bubbles that evaporated in the air. Steve had grown great success from his time in the army. Besides, she wouldn’t lie that the serum lead to certain eye excitement.

“So what have you been up to y/n? Any fellas we need to watch out for?” Bucky winked at y/n as Steve shifted in his seat, his arm around her shoulders tightening. “Now Bucky you know I only have eyes on one man, even if I rarely see him.” Y/n joked back, placing a hand on Steves thigh. Steve looked down at y/n with a smile and kissed her cheek . “But to answer your question, nothing much. Still working away, nothing special.” Y/n shook her head, leaning it on her lovers shoulder. “Little bookwork here, never away from them.” Bucky joked causing Steve to laugh. “Well at least the worst thing she could get is a papercut.” Steve joked back and y/n fake laughed at the soldiers humour. “Very funny guys.” Y/n smiled, allowing a yawn to slip out. “Someone’s getting tired.” Steve stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “No I’m not.” y/ denied, not wanting the night to end. “Why don’t we call it a night. We’ve early call tomorrow anyway.” Steve stated, looking at Bucky to avoid seeing y/ns look at sadness.

Bucky smiled back at y/n softly before reaching over and squeezing her arm as the group of three stood up from their booth. Y/n and Steve greeted Bucky goodnight before leaving in different directions. Steve still drove his fathers car, not wanting to spend money on something he would rarely be driving. Y/n often kidded with  him calling hi a cheap skate, but Steve also knew that he would need his money for other things, particularly something for a certain someone.

Driving back to y/n’s , Steve looked over at his girl wit ha childish grin on his face. Knowing what was about to happen, y/n gripped her chair as Steve began to press his foot onto the gas pedal. The road way to y/n’s was straight and quiet, and Steve had gotten into the habit of racing down it, knowing how y/n would react. As usual, y/n pressed herself into her seat before gripping Steve’s arm, a signal that she had enough. A small part of y/n loved his antics since he would never push it too far, but the adrenaline was enough to make her body grow with fright. And as they reached y/n’s house, Steve would move towards his girls car door, and open if for her. In return, y/n would give him a brief kiss before pecking his check and running to her door, waving Steve off as he drove down the road.

It's when you pull me close Scrunch your nose Whisper in my ear Nice and slow

Steve had collected y/n from work and was now heading towards her home. Y/n could tell he was nervous, but refused to ask as she knew it was most likely to do with the mission he was starting this evening. Every mission regarding flying left him uneasy, as he knew the risks that came with it. So did y/n, but she refused to acknowledge them, for being a soldiers girlfriend had risks. If they were married than she could live on army grounds, but neither of them were in a rush, being only 22 to them meant they had years.

Goodbyes before a mission were always emotional. Y/n could never stop the tears that fell, and Steve was always left with a sinking feeling in his chest, knowing he was going to be away from his love for a while. The two had a strong relationship so he knew she would never stray, but leaving her was always something that left the two of them in a bubble of loneliness. So stepping out of the car, Steve patted his pocket before walking over to y/n’s side, opening the door for her.

“How are you gone this time?” Y/n asked as he helped her out, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist. “A week, I’ll be back before you know it.” Steve stated, pecking her nose, causing her to smile a little. “But I have something for you.” “For me?” She asked, watching in confusion as he stepped back slightly with nerves visible.

Steve hands shook slightly as he dug into his pockets, grabbing the box he had been carrying for the past week while he tried to find the right moment to ask. Eyeing his movement, y/n’s eyes widened when she seen the small box.

“Steve…” Y/n started, knowing it was something expensive. “Y/n, please let me talk before I stop myself, again.” Steve spoke with a slight laugh. “Sorry.” Y/n giggled. “Y/n y/l/n, these past few years with you have been nothing short of amazing. I have enjoyed every moment with you. I won’t drag this on in fear of choking up so I will just say it. Y/n my life will not be complete without you, would you do me the honour, of becoming my wife.” Steve asked, opening the box in front of him. “You know your supposed to get down on one knee.” y/N JOKED to try stop the tears, and Steve looked down before starting to move. “No, no Steve, it’s okay.” Y/n laughed again, grabbing his arms to prevent him from moving. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Steve couldn’t help the grin that came to him as y/n threw her arms around him, hugging him as the tears of happiness fell down her cheeks. Kissing her head, Steve pulled back and laughed, taking y/n’s hand before sliding the ring on her finger. Y/n looked at it in awe before looking at Steve. Bringing her hand behind his head, she pulled him into a kiss, and Steve melted into her, bringing her towards him.

“I love you Steve Rogers.” Y/n stated, bringing her hand through his hair. “I love you too, so much.” Steve smiled, kissing her cheek and burying his head in her shoulder.

'Cause you're my 1960s, baby Promise me, you'll never leave my side Stay with me forever 'Cause I can't live without you tonight

Y/n sat at the dinner table admiring her ring. Her mum was telling her the story of how Steve had asked her father for her hand in marriage, and it was a funny story to say the least. It nearly with Steve having bruises and her father having a sore hand had her mother not walked in. But her mother knew Steve made her daughter happy and that was all that mattered to her.

"I think a small wedding would be best. Have family we love and friends we care about. No need to over complicate things." Y/n said to her mum as she finished making the dinner. "I couldn't agree more." Her mother replied, straining the water from the veg. "Or maybe even just Y/n stopped talking as she heard a knock on the door. “Get that love will you?” y/n’s mother asked her daughter as she placed plates on the table.

Y/n sighed but got up, moving towards the door. She scrunched her eyes as she opened it, seeing a woman dressed in military style suit and a man in a suit beside her.

“Hello?” She asked, eyeing the two in front of her. “Hi, y/n l/n?” The woman spoke. “Yes?” “I’m Peggy Carter, this is Mr Stark. We work with Steve within the army. I’m afraid we have some bad news.” “No.” Y/n begged, her mind turning to the worst. “Unfortunately Steve Rogers aircraft took a hit, we lost contact with him about 3 hrs ago.” Mr Stark spoke, clearing his throat. “Steve has been lost on mission. He died during impact.” Peggy stated, watching as the woman in front of her froze in shock. “No, please no.” Y/n begged, her legs growing weak. “He asked me to tell you that he loved you, and he’s sorry that he couldn’t be your forever.” Peggy spoke, placing a hand on y/n’s shoulder.

Time stopped as y/n could only scream as she feel to the floor. Hearing her daughters cries, y/n’s mother came to the door to see what the commotion was about. Seeing her daughter on the ground she took one look at the man and woman at her door before putting the pieces together. She heard a car pull up as she bent down to comfort her daughter.

Mr l/n looked at his front door in confusion as he got out of his car. He could only see the back of the two guests as he walked up, but as they turned to look at him he seen his wife comforting their inconsolable daughter. He greeted the two with a nod before they turned back to the two women.

“Again, I am so sorry.” Peggy stated, before the two left. “He’s gone, he’s gone.” Y/n cried out, gripping her mothers arm as she weeped.

Her mother could only shush her as her father watched on.

You're my 1960s, baby Never leave my side Stay with me forever 'Til we die

Y/n smiled as she felt arms wrap around her waist, Steve coming into the mirrors picture as she hummed, leaning her  body back to rest against his chest. The two never spoke about how y/n had come to be in this generation, but that never mattered to Steve. Steve never knew fully what had had happened to y/n, and y/n didn’t see a reason to tell him. All he knew was that y/n’s family had witches in the past, and somehow it had remained dormant for many years before y/n was born. But none of that mattered to them, all they cared about was that they had found each other, and now they could spend forever, just as they had promised.

“Hey you.” Steve smiled, nuzzling into y/n’s neck. “Hey.” Y/n breathed, giggling as Steve pecked her collar. “I was wondering where you got to.” Steve said, looking at her through the mirror. “Just came for a quiet moment, remembering everything.” Y/n sighed, looking down as she started playing with Steve’s hands. “Y/n, love.” Steve sighed, he always hated the thought of the pain y/n could have had after Peggy came with the news of his loss. “Hey, it’s okay. I wouldn’t change a thing when I got you back in the end.” Y/n comforted him, placing a hand on his check as she looked at him through the mirror.

Y/n sighed in content as he melted under y/n’s touch. There was always something about y/n that made him feel at ease. Every mission forgotten once they were in each other’s arms. The worry of  each other’s lives left in the back of their minds. Y/n could only smile as she moved her head to kiss his cheek, and Steve shifted his head to catch her lips.

“They’re waiting on us for the first dance.” Steve spoke, deciding to part their heated kiss. “We’ve waited nearly 100 years for it, they can wait a little longer.” Y/n joked as Steve spinned her around to face him fully. “Yes well, I think Tony is lacking patience.” Steve joked, and y/n giggled, knowing how impatient their friend was. “Well than let’s not keep them waiting any longer, my husband.” Y/n stated, grinning at the new title. “My wife.” Steve joked back, offering his elbow as he moved away from her.

They say young love never lasts But we'll prove 'em wrong tonight 'Cause you're my 1960s, baby Tonight

Their first dance song was one that y/n had fallen in love with when she first heard it. It told their story perfectly, even if very few knew it. Their young love lasted beyond many years, far more than people expect. Y/n couldn’t get rid of the smile on her face as Steve led her across the dance floor. Her eyes caught an old woman who sat in a wheelchair in the corner. The woman who had once told y/n that her love was taken from her now sat watching them get married. It became a full circle, and y/n couldn’t be happier.

“Your my 1960’s baby, tonight.” Steve murmered under his breath as he twirled y/n one more time before dipping her. “I love you Rogers.” Y/n spoke, running a hand through his hair. “I love you too, Rogers.” Steve grinned as he brought her back up, pulling her in for a kiss.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ- Part Three

Description: 17-year-old Mia moves to Hawkins and attends Hawkins High School as a new student. She is bullied by Billy Hargrove, but at the same time, she develops a crush on Eddie Munson. Mia finds herself in a love triangle when Billy confesses his feelings to her. However, things take a dark turn when Vecna starts targeting her while she is grieving over a deceased friend.

PART ONE

PART TWO

Mia’s P.O.V

Over the weekend, I went out and bought more Beatles posters and pictures, which I hung on the walls of my room. I also added butterfly stickers and flower petals to the walls. Additionally, I purchased a pink curtain for my new window.

Seeing the results in my room made me much happier. However, on Sunday night, I felt uneasy thinking about my first day at Hawkins High School. I knew I had to go to the office on Monday morning to pick up my new schedule. Thoughts raced through my mind about my first day at a new school. I wondered if everyone would be friendly, if my classmates would be nice, if I'd make a new friend, what my teachers would be like, and what my classes would be. I also worried about getting lost, being late, getting picked on, and surviving the rest of the school year.

I laid out my clothes for the next day and tried to calm my nerves. My dad and stepmom reassured me earlier that my first day would go well, but deep down, I wasn't so sure. I thought that starting at a new school where I didn't know anyone was daunting.

I eventually settled into bed, feeling the silence in the house as my dad and stepmom had already gone to bed. Despite their reassurances, I wished I didn't have to start school tomorrow. I missed my old high school and wished I was homeschooled or had dropped out. The school seemed pointless to me; I only liked my friends and favorite teachers at my old school.

As I closed my eyes, I imagined myself going back to 1963 and snuggling with one of my favorite Beatles members, which helped ease my anxieties about the first day at my new school.

Part Four is here!!!

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[𝟶𝟷] ___ 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

Name(s): Jenna Amber Madden

Nickname(s): Jen, Jennie, Jens

Age: 19

Birthday: September 5, 2004

Birthplace: Rosetown, Saskatchewan

Allergies: rabbits, dust, and pollen

Conditions/Illnesses: none

Occupation: works at Sephora part-time, will be a Chemical engineer after university

Education: high school diploma, half-done her BSc of Physics

Current Residence: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Hobbies: sudoku puzzles, crosswords, playing guitar and piano,

Pets: Lily - German Shephard/Husky cross, several barn cats; Momo and Juice are the deck/house cats

Sports: volleyball in high school, plays in a rec league now, running

Ethnicity: German, Ukrainian, British

Nationality: Canadian

[𝟶𝟸]  ___  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Height: 5'5

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Birthmarks: none

Scars: one on her ankle from when she broke it two years ago and had surgery to fix it

Tattoos: none

Style: country, jeans with cute sweaters, leggings with old Carhartt hoodies, oversized shirts from her brothers (and Fraser), both gold and silver jewelry

Piercings/Accessories: simple ear lobe piercings, one helix, always wears the ring her grandma gave her

[𝟶𝟹]  ___  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Introvert or Extrovert: both and it depends on where she is, how much sleep she got, and who she's around

Mood/Temper: she is intense and driven, always looking for a challenge. She loves her siblings (now that they are older), and will go to bat for any of them. She's also very stubborn.

Dreams/Goals: wants to travel, road trip across Canada, run in the Boston Marathon

Strengths: her work ethic, she's always prepared for anything

Weaknesses: she calls it being realistic, Andrew calls it pessimism

Quirks: usually leaves the house with her shoes untied, mixes up the different-coloured pen caps

Habits: stands and watches the horizon/clouds/weather like a middle-aged dad and/or every farmer ever

Fears: heights, balloons

[𝟶𝟺]  ___  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 & 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂

Likes: being outside, frogs, sunsets, meals in the field, horseback riding, running

Dislikes: mosquitoes, ranch dressing, writing essays, early mornings

[𝟶𝟻] ___ 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

[𝟶𝟼] ___ 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

[𝟶𝟽] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

Food: chicken noodle soup

Music: country. classic rock

Songs: Blown Away by Carrie Underwood. Getting There by Terri Clark. Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift. Strong by One Direction.

Movies: The Other Woman. Ocean's 8. Talledaga Nights.

Shows: S.W.A.T. Manifest. Brooklyn 99.

Colour: purple

Place: Vancouver Island, BC

[𝟶𝟾] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

Family: Jenna is the middle child, a twin to John. She has two older brothers and two younger sisters

Mom: Anna Madden (nee Travis), b. december 18, 1968

Dad: Josh Madden, b. march 24, 1963

Sibling(s): Brothers - Liam, Andrew, and John, Sisters - Melissa and Charlotte

➪ Liam Madden: b. november 2, 2000. engaged to fiancee Cara. works in crop technology and will keep helping to farm.

➪ Andrew Madden: b. june 21, 2001. single. recently graduated from U of S with a degree in Agribusiness and will take over the main farm.

➪ John Madden: b. september 5, 2004. gay. dating boyfriend Luke. attending UBC and getting a degree in Mathematical Sciences.

➪ Melissa (Lis) Madden: b. june 18, 2006. bisexual. single. just graduated high school and is attending U of S to become a vet.

➪ Charlotte (Charlie) Madden: b. may 5, 2009. single. starting high school. an excellent hockey player who has been offered scholarships in the States.

Relationship Status: almost taken. Fraser Minten (october 2024)

Past Relationships: Jenna was in two relationships prior to getting with Fraser

➪ Luke: (July 2020 - June 2022) he was her high school relationship. they were together for two years before going their separate ways after graduating. it was a mutual decision as their life plans were taking them in different directions.

➪ Sam: (December 2022 - March 2023) he was a fun relationship. he was a known party boy and wasn't looking for serious which was good with Jenna. they had fun but ultimately decided they were better off as friends.

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Old Wives' Tales

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1963 Warnings: strong language

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

You’d heard the stories. ‘Little Liam never made it home after he wandered in after dark… The Donnelsons’ cat was found shredded to bits at the treeline… Old Man Ben tried to expand his fields only for his entire harvest to end up withering…’

You’d heard the old wives’ tales. ‘Children and pets end up dead, eaten up by something much larger… Women go missing, taken as the devils’ brides…’

You’d heard the warnings. ‘Don’t go in the woods… It’s cursed… Monsters.’

You had never listened very well.

The tales and stories were generations old, superstitious nonsense that had wormed its way into the town’s history and become “fact”. But, personally, you didn’t believe in superstitions. The warnings were just a way for parents to scare their kids away from getting lost in the national forest.

You should have listened better; you should’ve heeded their warnings; and you definitely shouldn’t have entered the woods after dark.

It’s well past when you expected to be home. After going for drinks with a coworker at the dive bar on the outskirts of town, you should’ve just called a cab.

Your “friend” decided to head back to her place with some guy she’d been flirting with the whole night, and you were not in the mood to accept a ride from his creepy friend, so you were left to find your own way home. With money as tight as it was, and your house not being that far of a walk, you figured it would be fine. You just thought you could shorten your stumbling if you cut through the forest… You really should’ve just called a cab.

“Fuck!” You whined, tripping over another fallen branch. It hadn’t seemed so dark when you’d left the bar. Then again, you didn’t know how long you’d been wandering… Every direction seemed the same, and your drinks had started to catch up to you. You slumped back against a tree with a huff. Maybe you should just rest for a bit, sober up some, and try again.

But then you heard the first low snarl off to your left. Your eyes popped open, desperately trying to see through the brush and shadows, but you couldn’t make anything out. You slowly, carefully, made it back to your feet and backed away from the direction of the sound.

You walked backwards for a while until you deemed it safe to take another rest. And, again, a growl sounded, this time a little closer from your right. Fear gripping that an animal was stalking you as its prey, you decided the best course of action was to bolt in a single direction and pray that you popped out of the forest.

That isn’t exactly how it went though, as you started walking swiftly away, you could just make out the sound of leaves rustling while the animal followed. You’d speed up to a jog, and the sound of movement increased along with you; you’d make a sudden turn and a snarl would have you whip around the other way. Eventually, as you felt yourself near passing out, from the full sprint you were running and the terror of being chased, you broke through the tree line… Right in your own neighborhood.

You stumbled a few more yards away from the trees before scanning once again for any sign of what had been chasing you. And found… nothing. Whatever had stalked you, decided leaving the cover of the woods to pounce wasn’t worth it. And for that you were thankful.

🎃

You really were an idiot.

One test of the validity of the old stories wasn’t enough to keep you from entering the dark woods. No… you needed to be taught a lesson twice apparently.

In your drunken stupor the night prior, you’d lost your phone in the woods. You remembered having it at the bar, pretending to text but secretly playing a puzzle to keep the creeps from talking to you. And, you remembered still having it when you entered the woods, using it as a flashlight for a while. So during one of your stumbles or falls, you must’ve dropped it.

You can’t, for the life of you, remember why you wouldn’t have picked it up immediately. If it was so dark, surely you would’ve needed it. You vaguely remember feeling panicked, but you brushed that off as needing to get home before your dinner came back up.

So, you’d entered the forest once more, this time at least with enough mind to go while the sun was bright in the sky. Although, you didn’t have much choice, since you needed to find your phone, and you’d never be able to see in the pitch of night. And yet, as you wandered further into the trees, the sun dimmed and a twilight-esque darkness surrounded with only the faintest hints of light breaking the foliage.

Which is how you found yourself, once again, being chased through the woods. Every time you swerved, you swore the animal switched sides behind you to snarl and keep you running in a straight direction; you didn’t tempt fate to turn and check though, and instead practically allowed the beast to control your movements.

Spotting a break in the trees ahead, you felt yourself pick up speed and hoped it wouldn’t follow you out. Instead, as you reached the clearing, you tripped.

Like the girl who dies first in a fucking horror movie, you tripped.

You crawled away from the clearing edge, listening for the telltale growls of the animal or even a branch snap to indicate where it was. But you heard nothing, just the eerie silence of the forest.

As you continued to shuffle backwards slowly, your hand slid over something cool and metallic. Tearing your eyes away from the treeline, you glanced down to find your phone in perfect condition and… fully charged? Shouldn’t it be dead by now, having been used all day and then at the bar and then left in the woods with the flashlight on?

Your thoughts were broken as the animal stepped through the treeline. A massive wolf, fur so dark it seemed to absorb all light around it with onyx eyes to match, inched towards you. You froze in fear, hand clutched around your phone but all thoughts, and hopes, of escape long gone.

You were certain the wolf would kill you. Tear into you and enjoy you for dinner. But it stopped just inside the clearing.

The wolf dipped its head to the ground and nudged something towards you.

A… ball? A bright orange, rubber ball rolled to your feet.

Your gaze slowly traveled between the ball and back to the wolf, whose head remained low to the ground, backside in the air, and tail… wagging leisurely.

The wolf wanted to play. A giant, black wolf wanted to play with you? That’s why it had been chasing you?!

You were hysterical.

You fell backwards and curled into the fetal position, laughter ripping through your chest and adrenaline plummeting so drastically that you began to sob.

The wolf whined.

You sat up suddenly, surprising yourself and the wolf, who had inched even closer and held a tilted head to inspect you. “Do you want to play?” You whispered into the quiet.

You were still hysterical. Wide-eyed, red-rimmed and glistening. Unbelieving. But if playing fetch with a wolf—one way too big to be normal—would save your life, then you were definitely going to do it.

The wolf’s tail wagged harder, and it huffed.

“Alright then… Let’s do this.” You shook your head, making your way to your feet and grabbing the ball. You tossed it out of the clearing, the wolf immediately sprinting away to chase it. In record time, the wolf had leapt back towards you, toppling you over to the ground and dropping the ball onto your lap.

“This is…” You laughed to yourself, “by far, the weirdest thing I’ve ever done…”

🎃

It kept happening.

Like a magnetic pull, you felt drawn to keep entering those woods.

And so easily you trusted a wild animal, and it trusted you.

So for the following weeks, every Friday night you’d walk through as a “shortcut” on your way home, and every Friday night, you’d be accompanied by a massive wolf to guard you. Then on Saturdays, if the weather was nice, you’d meet your wolf friend at the tree line once more and spend the day together.

One of the early Saturdays you’d spent in the clearing, you had brought your laptop to get some work done but was distracted by an Overwatch match with some friends. The way the wolf had perked up at your favorite character had helped you decide what to call him.

Reaper never left your side when you were within the trees. He would stay close to you when you were simply walking, and if you were settled in the clearing, he would curl up against your side, while you ran your hands over his head and neck, occasionally scratching his ears or belly.

Most Saturdays, Reaper would bring the ball along, and the two of you would play fetch or run and chase one another through the trees until it was too dark for you to safely adventure. Some days, he would even bring you little gifts.

You’d arrive at your clearing, him by your side to protect you as usual, where you’d find flowers or pretty rocks in a pile where you’d first rediscovered your phone. Reaper always pranced in and jumped around the presents to you, so proud of himself for the smile on your face.

You had stopped questioning the strange behavior of the wolf. It was obvious he was no normal animal. Too intelligent, too attached, and too large to be a regular wolf.

You had your suspicions, but you didn’t want to express anything… It would just confirm that you were insane… But maybe the old wives’ tales held a bit more reality in them than everyone realized.

🎃

Today was different from your normal Saturdays… Today, Reaper didn’t greet you at the tree line, and when you arrived at the clearing, he was nowhere in sight.

You sighed, glad for the large blanket you had wrapped around you, as snow began to fall.

It was magical.

The first snow of the year. Untainted by cars and muddy footprints. Shimmering on the tree branches and floating softly around you like glitter.

You spun around like a kid, forgetting momentarily about your missing wolf friend, and fell backwards onto the ground that was now dusted with a thin layer.

Just as you finished making a snow angel, barely visible because of the lack of coverage, you heard the telltale twigs snap from the clearing entrance.

“Reaper, is that you?” You giggled, doodling in the fresh powder. “You didn’t walk with me, I was worried…”

It wasn’t Reaper.

Your eyes met a man’s instead. Dark strands fell into even darker eyes, skin pale but with plump, pink lips. He was handsome. So handsome.

Your eyes widened, and your gaze followed his movements as he bent down, setting an orange rubber ball on the ground.

The man leaned back up, holding your curious stare. “My name is Yeonjun, actually…” You continued to stare, only a little bewildered. He looked away, cleared his throat, and promptly thrust his palm out for you to shake. “…And, I’d really like it if I could know yours too?” 

A light pink blush dusted his cheeks, causing your eyes to widen. The sight so beautiful it rivaled the snow you had marveled at. Slowly, you lifted your hand to meet his, soft and warm, and his eyes met yours with a pleased gleam. “Y/N.”

[394halfbloodprince]

Eddie Inder (my oc)

6’10

Dark red hair (almost brown) and a beard

Freckles, especially his shoulder

SUPER wide shoulders/chest

Strong asf, like bulging biceps

Has a tummy

Looks scary but Most kind person you’ll ever meet

Has a soft but kinda gruff voice

Born October 8th 1963

Muggleborn squib. (Very little magic, not enough to get into hogwarts but not a muggle either)

Wears flannels and old jeans almost daily

Lumberjack basically

Dating Severus Snape since 1983

They met in the woods while Severus was collecting potion ingredients and Eddie was collecting firewood for his house (a cabin). Eddie pointed Severus in the right direction for whatever he was looking for even thought Severus was being rude and defensive to this stranger. Eddie took all the insults and defensiveness in stride and simply smiled still helping Severus out. Slowly over time they kept bumping into eachother in the woods until Eddie started inviting Severus to come back to his place for tea, Severus refused countless times. Eventually, months later, he figured if he said yes the man would leave him alone. This was not the case, if anything he ended up bumping into Eddie even more and Eddie insisted on conversing for even longer. Slowly without realizing these interactions would happen outside in the world as well. In diagon alley, hogsmead, and even once in a muggle supermarket.

A year later he accepted that this man, Eddie, wasn’t going anywhere and he was stuck with him one way or another. He started agreeing to tea at his house, walking in the woods, and on the rare occasion, coffee at a muggle shop. Without even realizing these quick occasional tea/coffee meetings became entire day events. He began missing the man when he left. It was absurd. Ridiculous. But he refused to give in. Refused to initiate any form of contact with the large bubbly energetic man. No way.

Until he did. Nothing so exciting but a letter asking for directions for a certain plant in the woods. He received a letter back in mere hours.

[usagirln120]

Kotoha Hashibira: Hogwarts AU

Kotoha Hashibira was a Pureblood witch that was born on the 6th of February 1963 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1974, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

She was an orphaned (believed to be) Muggleborn who agreed to marry a rich Pureblood after she got pregnant with his child during her seventh year but this was a decision that she quickly regretted after her new husband and mother-in-law immediately started to abuse her to the point where she almost had a miscarriage.

The only thing that kept her going was her newborn son Inosuke but after her husband started to abuse him as well, she quickly took her son and ran off with nothing but her clothes on her back in order to escape the abuse.

She was found a few hours later by a vampire named Douma who let her stay in his home to seek shelter and also killed her husband and mother-in-law when they tried to find her, with Douma actually having the intention to drink her blood and abandon her baby somewhere.

But he started to get fond of her and after a few months they got married and Douma was planning on turning her into a vampire and then turn Inosuke when he was old enough to survive the change but that never ended up happening because of Muzan.

Muzan felt that Kotoha caused Douma and his children to grow soft so he ended up killing her before abandoning her child in the woods before lying to them by saying that the ministry was responsible to get them to become even more loyal to him.

She had a Rowan wand with a Unicorn Hair core.

Her Patronus was a Hummingbird.

Her favorite subjects were Charms and Astronomy.

Her least favorite subjects were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.