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[thebunnyslibrary]

In The Woods Somewhere

summary. You go into the woods to take some photos...but find him instead

characters. Vampire!Bucky x Reader

word count. 4.8k

warnings. Dub!Con, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Stockholm-ish, mentions of violence/blood.

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Finally, your big break. You were finally getting the chance to publish a collection of your photos of haunted locations around New England with a real publishing company. Your final location was an abandoned church in the woods; thought to have been used by an early group of colonizers until it and the nearby settlement had been abandoned. No one knew for sure what had happened. Perhaps the colonizers had moved on? Maybe they were wiped out by plague? There was even a dark story of a minister who had started murdering villagers that were “unclean;” allegedly filling the church pews with corpses with slashed and bloody necks. Doing research on places before you took photos was one of your favorite parts; gathering information for the captions and essays you wrote to go with the photos.

After your parents had died while you were in college, it had left you feeling empty and directionless for some time. Then, after finally finishing your degree, you decided to use the money your parents had left you to buy a van and photograph the world.

You’d been working as a traveling photographer for a while now, doing gigs like weddings and events. You’d also managed to self-publish a few books and tried to sell your photos and art where you could. It wasn’t much but it kept you in gas money and beef jerky. You’d been all over North America and a few parts of South America. You were hoping to go international for a follow up book if this one was a success.

You pulled up to the walking trail that led into the forest. You had about an hour’s hike into the woods; knowing getting the shots at sunset would create perfect photos. You shrugged on your backpack with your supplies and with your camera case hand, headed off. The trees were washed in the golden hue of fall, starting to shed their leaves in preparation for their long winter sleep. A slight chill hung in the air but after 3 months of heat and humidity you were ready to be cold for a little bit.

Sometimes you listened to music when you hiked but today you’d decided to relish in the sounds of the forest.. Bird calls echoing off the trees, the rustling of the trail as you walked, squirrels and other small critters gathering their own winter supplies. A flock of geese calling out as they flew in v formation overhead and you quickly snapped a picture. Traveling and photography had given you an entirely deeper appreciation for nature and it’s beauty. An hour later, you stepped into the clearing where the church was set.

It was a small chapel, probably only fit to hold 10 or 15 people.  Most of the eastern wall had crumbled while the others were still partially there. Only one or two (maybe one and a half) benches were left; but you weren’t too sure about actually sitting on them. Still completely intact though, was the Archway that must’ve bene the entrance. Above it, was a bell; likely used to let the nearby colonizers know that church was starting. But on the bell was an inscription that could no longer be read. The language appeared to be Latin, but the words had been lost to time. You were raising your camera to take a picture, when a soft voice startled you

“Hi.” You turned suddenly and you were staring into crystal blue eyes. You jumped back but kept your eyes fixated on his. A man, maybe a little older than you had been standing right behind you.

“Oh! Uh…hi!” you said, blinking and taking more of him in now. Dressed in a black jacket over a fitting gray tee-shirt, dark jeans clinging to his legs, and silver rings adorned most of his fingers on his right hand. His left hand was hidden by a leather glove. His hair was pulled back in a man bun and a single ruby on a black chain hung from his left ear.

                “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was just coming up the trail and I called out to you.” His voice was soft, with a hint of an eastern European accent, making a slight shiver go through you.

                “Sorry, I suppose I didn’t hear you.”

                “No worries, I’m James. But my friends call me Bucky” He reached out his hand for yours, taking it and telling him your own name. “I’m surprised to see someone else this far out in the woods.

“I’m here to take pictures.” You explained. “It’s a beautiful structure…what’s left of it anyways.”

“How interesting.” He said. “Are you a professional?”

“Well, sort of. I’m actually just finishing my first collection to be published. ‘New England’s Haunts and Its Future.’ I’m including the church with a piece on New England puritanism and its effects on today’s bigotries.”

He smirked. “I like it. I’ll have to make sure I order a copy of your book.” You both laughed. “You know the old England had some haunts too. All of Europe, in fact. Plenty of old spooky castles. You should definitely see them.”

“If my book goes well maybe.”

“Have you ever had your work in a gallery?” he asked.

                “Unfortunately, no. I’ve had my art displayed in some cafes here and there, but not much else.”

                “Pity, you seem passionate about your work, it must be nice.”

                “I’d call it nice, maybe good.” You beamed. “I’d actually like to get a few shots in, if you don’t mind. I can talk a little while I work though.” There was something about him. He unnerved you, if only slightly. But you also didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay with you.

The two of you walked through the archway to stand on the overgrown stone floor, flowers and dandelions peeking through the cracks. As you walked up what used to be aisle and could almost make out where the other pews had been. Maybe it was the sunset, maybe It was your imagination, but along the floor, the stones seemed eerily stained red.

                Again, Bucky’s closeness startled you, but this time, you seemed frozen to the floor.

“You know, darling. There’s one thing I’d love. Could you take a picture of me under the archway? It would make for a great dating profile picture.” He winked at you. And you felt your face warm up.

“Sure, why not.” You focused your camera on him and his eyes seemed to flash red at you. You gasped before snapping the button, but only cursed and brushed it off as red eye-syndrome. You took one more picture and this time, it seemed normal. You pulled it away and waited as the picture loaded. Your book would hopefully lead to some newer equipment. Bucky stood behind you suddenly, but again you were frozen to place; only this time with his chest firmly against his back.

As the picture loaded on the screen, your stomach dropped. The picture was empty. the archway was still in there. But Bucky wasn’t.

You turned around and his smile was downright predatory. Revealing two pearly white fangs. But his eyes, they were bright crimson red.

                “That’s…. those can’t be real…your eyes, your teeth…” you said, feeling your heart drop into your stomach

                “Oh, my darling. They are ALL too real…little girls like you should know better than to go out after sunset.” You should be running, fighting back, anything. But you can’t. You’re staring into his deep red eyes and you can’t move. “No, printsessa. I can’t have you running away. Not when you smell so delightful.” His arms wrapped slowly around your waist, pulling you closer to you. “Not to mention how beautiful you are. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for.” He whispered in your ear. Before you could blink, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and the world went dark.

You awoke in a soft bed, softer than anything you’d felt before. A bed, but you’d been… Oh fuck… You shot upright quickly as you remembered what happened. What greeted you was a dimly lit room. A wall of immense windows letting the moonlight stream in while a fire roared in the fireplace. Low lamp light gave let you see to see immense bookshelves lining the rest of walls. You started to panic. That freak had knocked you out, now you were in some cabin somewhere. You were still wearing the same clothes, but you had no clue where you were.

                “My my, finally awake. I suppose I did drink a bit more than necessary. But I just couldn’t help myself. You were just absolutely delicious.” You looked and saw Bucky. He’d been sitting by the fire until he stood up and moved towards the bed. You could see he was wearing black t-shirt and sweatpants, but what you hadn’t seen before…was his metal arm. His hand had been covered by the glove, but now you could see the moonlight glinting off it. You caught yourself staring and remembered what had happened last time you’d stared at him.

                “What did you do to me you sicko?” You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to move out of the bed without tripping. You heard him chuckle.

“What’s wrong baby doll, you don’t wanna to look at me? “

“No! I just wanna go home. Please.” You tried to be strong but you were trembling as you tried to keep your eyes low enough. You desperately searched for anything sharp or heavy, settling on the lamp and reaching to pick it up, but before you could, you found yourself pinned face down on the bed, your arms trapped behind you. You struggled against him, but he hardly moved. His voice in your ear.

                “Poor little bunny. You know what really happened. Or do you need a reminder?” You felt something scrape against your neck. Fangs.             

                “That’s…. you’re not…”

                “Oh, but I am doll. And I don’t think I’ve found anything I’ve ever wanted more in my centuries of living.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Your trembling is so adorable baby girl. It makes me want to ravage you until you cry for me.” His hand wandered down to your jeans and your breathing turned shallow. There was an ache deep between your thighs that wanted to call out for him, but you were still scared of what he’d done.

“No, I won’t have my beloved scared of my touch.” He said, gently pressing a kiss to your neck before moving to help you stand up. Your legs were much wobblier and you found yourself leaning against him. You stared at his chest and quietly spoke. “Bucky, please. Where are we?”

“We’re at my cabin. I’d like to show you around; as this is to be your home too. If you promise to behave.” Deep down, you still felt petrified. But an inner voice said that if he had already wanted you dead, you would be. Besides, you hadn’t noticed before, but something about his smell was so enticing to you. Cinnamon and smoke, with a slight…metallic underlay.

                “If…If I go with you willingly…will YOU keep it that way?” you asked, trying to sound firm. You could hear the amusement in his voice.

                “I see my little bunny can stand her ground. No, I will not control you that way like before.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your head to look at him.  His hair was still pulled back into a loose bun, moonlight casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones led down into full lips. And those eyes. You would never forget the deep red color before he drank from you. Now instead they were crystal pools. As unending as the sky. Like you could stare forever. But you blinked away, acknowledging he had kept his promise. You moved away from him and instead toward the windows.

                “If you are…a vampire…why the windows? I thought you were supposed to avoid natural light.” He chuckled. And walked a normal pace now to stand next to you as you both stared out into the forest.

                “Any creature can be exposed to too much sun. We just have much a lower tolerance limit. I have heavy black out curtains for the day…but I cannot find it in myself to give up this view.” He pointed up towards the stars. You didn’t think you’d ever seen so many. But a rumble of thunder off in the distance caught your attention you saw flashes of lightning. A storm was moving in soon, and you could feel your resolve to escape crumble slightly. Where could you go in a storm?

                “How exactly…did you become…?” you asked, hesitantly, not wanting to upset him and trying to focus on anything other than his closeness. You’d always thought trying to…humanize…your enemy so to speak was supposed to help keep you safe. He smiled.

“A vampire…Well, I would imagine you know how.” He chuckled and you found yourself chucking as well. “Where Romania is now, I was a simple farmer. Goats mostly. Then one night, a creature attacked our village.” He paused. “Killed my sister. I tried to fight back, and something about that… He changed me instead of killing me. Figured it was some cruel punishment, killing everyone I knew and loved and leaving me alone.” You felt your heart tug. As if sensing your sadness, he turned and shook his head.

“Don’t worry too much about it, I got my revenge. Afterwards I stayed low, kept to myself for a few centuries. Until the world erupted into war. I refused to keep to myself. That’s how I lost my arm. When the Germans found out what I was; they tried to use my powers to make more. They took my arm to see if they could clone me. Then they gave me this one and tried to turn us into a weapon of war. Only their plans backfired. They couldn’t control them. They eventually all killed each other…at least the ones I didn’t kill first.” He was quiet for a moment and you almost started to panic. But he let out a sigh.

“After the war, I settled here. Made my home, invested some wise money, now I have a little peace.” He turned to you. You felt your heart ache for him. “But I have waited so long for something so enticing as you.” He started to move closer, but you still were nervous, taking a step back.

                “Wait uhm... I thought you wanted to show me around.” You reminded him, trying to distract him. He smiled and let out a deep sigh.

                “I suppose I did. Well, you’ve seen the bedroom and its extensive library. But there’s an even bigger one downstairs. Come.” He took your hand with his metal one and led you towards the door. You felt less scared following him now; you still could feel yourself wanting to resist and struggle. But he was holding your hand too tightly.

                As the two of you toured through the large Tudor cabin (mansion, it seemed), you took note of the art on the walls. Beautiful photographs of places around the world; paintings you wanted to stare at for hours; Bucky having to pull you away from a particularly intriguing work from the Harlem Renaissance.  The two of you talked. Bucky had been to many of the places you hoped to go. And some of the ones you’d already been to. It was nice to find someone like yourself, a wanderer.

                “I suppose after my parents died; I just felt a little lost.” You told him “I didn’t have a big family, no siblings, so I just decided to be free. It’d at least be nice to have a home base someday though.” You mused.

                “I can understand. I’ve actually lived on this land for some years, even before what happened to me. It’s actually owned by an Indigenous tribe. I bought it outright around the 1800s when the government tried to push them out, then gave it back to them. I only asked they let me build a small cabin on the outer edges.” Your jaw dropped. “But…do they know…?” You asked, still having trouble believing it for yourself.  He paused and smiled.

                “In my lengthy time, you meet many people who believe many different things. I’ve learned to appreciate many human cultures, and to always show respect where it is deserved. And not to tolerate those who would degrade it.” He said, then kept leading you on, with you following a little bit closer. You two walked into a room you definitely didn’t expect to find. A Kitchen.

                “It was easier to build than to ever explain why there wasn’t one. Plus, I have a supplier who steals blood from some hoity toity government hospital and I need somewhere to keep it cold. You’d be surprised at the amount of blood they keep on reserve for those rich old bastards.” He rolled his eyes and you managed a genuine laugh. “I don’t know I would.” He smiled at you before continuing out of the room, with you following almost eagerly behind. The tour led down one last hallway to a set of double doors.

                “Now my favorite room. My private study.” He opened the doors. A library that could’ve easily fit 10 of your vans with celling high bookshelves stretched before your eyes. A cozy looking couch sat across from either one of the 2 fire places on opposite walls, and a huge bay window revealed the storm had truly arrived. Gone was the moon, here were flashes of lightening and roars of thunder. In front of the windows sat a big mahogany desk. You strode over to the desk, to see out the window and there on his desk was a stack of all of your books. As you looked back towards him you could see on the walls, one of your photographs.

                It was one you’d camped out and waited all night for in the woods. But you’d caught them, a pack of wolves running through the woods under a moonlit sky.

                “I saw it in a little café in Boston and had to have it. I’ve been following you for quite some time. Literally.” He chuckled. “I became enraptured with you. Your pictures moved me. How you always seemed to capture both the joyful and the macabre sides of humanity. That’s why I had to get your book published. So, I bought the publishing company to make it happen” You turned to him in disbelief.

                “Bucky, you…you didn’t…you couldn’t have…”

                “Oh, but yes I did, doll. It’s what you’ve wanted, what you’ve desired.” His voice dropped. He licked his lips and moved closer to you. “And now, my little bunny rabbit. It’s time to take what I have desired for so long.” He grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards the desk, using his strength to lift you up and pin you down on your back, minding your head.

 His confession, his obsession, even with his charming personality, you felt fear flaring up inside you anyways.  “Wait please…” you pleaded, pressing your hand against his chest.

                “No more waiting printsessa. It’s time. I need to satisfy my thirst. And my lust. And I cannot resist the sound of your pulse screaming out for me.” He paused, pressing his hips more against yours. You wanted to resist, wanted to push harder against him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you wanted to bring him closer.

                “No…you gave your word…” you begged, desperately.

                “I did. And I’ve kept that word. I did nothing to control you. I just failed to mention that my natural state is to lure you in. Until you’re caught like a fly in my web and you don’t even realize it.” He purred, trailing kisses down your cheek. “You’re in my home, surrounded by me, breathing me in until slowly and slowly your defenses have lowered, until you don’t even have the strength to push me away.”

                 He was right. You had wanted to resist him but you’d felt it crumbling more and more. Like the walls of that stone church. You were gripping his shirt not to push him away, but wanting to pull him close. Handsome, intelligent, alluring. Your thighs clenched with want.

                “When I first drank your blood, there was a taste of fear that was indescribable. But now I know, lust will make it even sweeter.” He grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the desk. “So beautiful, but so…fragile.” His fleshed hand wrapped around your throat; you could feel the bitemarks as his thumb ran over them. “You know all I’d have to do is squeeze, right? And I’d crush this fragile beautiful throat. You’re so delicate.” His voice was low. You were still afraid, but that fear was streaked with desire. You wanted to give yourself to him, no matter what the cost.

                “Please…Bucky…” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.

                “Please what, baby? Tell me. Tell me you want me to ravage you like the beast that I am. I can smell your pussy; you must be absolutely dripping by now.” You were drowning. And he was oxygen.

                “Yes.” You barely breathed the word out before his lips were on yours. He slowly pushed you to lay down on the desk. You could hear rumbling in your ears. You couldn’t tell if it was the storm, or your heartbeat. But judging by how Bucky was staring down at you, you assumed the latter.

“You’re so excited aren’t you, doll? You want me to fuck you, make you my slut. And I will, you are never leaving me.” He pulling away, making you whine in desperation, but his only response was to growl as he ripped your jeans down, your shoes falling away and leaving only your panties covering your pussy. He knelt between them, putting your legs over his shoulder, and inhaled deeply.

                “Fuck.” He groaned. “You are soaking wet. How long have you been hiding this, huh? Since I first drank your blood, or from when I told you that I am absolutely obsessed with you? What a shameless slut.” His words, that voice, you would listen to him forever if he wanted, anything to get him to touch you. His fingers moved slowly, stroking you over your panties.

                “I’ve dreamed about eating this pussy for so long, and now I’m going to savor every moment.” You tried to buck your hips as he nipped at your thigh, but his silver arm held you firm. In the bright light of the fire, you could see how each of the platelets moved as he gripped you tighter. You looked back down at him between your legs and knew he’d seen you staring.   

                “Someday I’ll show you everything it can do baby. But for now...” He pulled your panties aside and started with soft licks to your clit while two fingers gently worked inside you. His touch was so gentile compared to the monster you’d feared him as. Your soft moan turned into a shriek as the edge of his fang nipped you.

                “I told you, love. Desire will make the blood so much sweeter. I know you want me. Want to be my little snack for all eternity.” His fingers sped up, rubbing that special spot inside you that make you cry out with reckless abandon.

                “Bucky…Bucky…don’t stop…oooh…” you moaned. Your hands clasping for structure and finding none. His tongue resumed its ministrations on your clit, never even giving his words a chance to wash over you as your knees began to shake. You could feel the erratic patterns his tongue was laving on your clit, driving your climax further to its breaking point.

                “Cum for me, darling. Give yourself to me.” His words were your undoing as you screamed his name. Cumming harder than you could have ever imagined possible. And true to his word, his tongue lapped up every drop it could, sucking his fingers clean. You lay against the cool desk, your body burning with desire and you locked eyes with him, not caring to look away. He smiled, showing off his fangs. “Oh, baby girl, between your blood and your pussy, I’ll never go hungry again.”

                Standing up and leaning over to kiss you, you found yourself tugging at his shirt, trying to get his skin on yours again.

                “Bucky please…need you…” you begged.

                “How can I deny such a sweet bunny like you?” He rid himself of his shirt and sweatpants as you followed suit, dropping your panties to the floor. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock. You’d had your fun with toys but he was something else.  You could see pre-cum dribbling down the side and you wanted to close your legs, but Bucky stood between them

                “Don’t look so afraid, doll. I know a good slut like you can take my cock in that pretty pussy.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your slit and you tried to push your hips up. He pinched your thigh, making you squeak. With his spare hand, he gathered your hands in his strong metal one, pinning them above you to the surface of the desk. His cock teased your entrance and you both moaned.

                “You’re mine now, understand. Heart, body, mind.” He kissed from your temple to your ear. “I own you down to your very soul. Forever.” You nodded. He was a vampire. He was obsessed with you. He’d likely hunted you down for weeks. But none of that mattered now. You needed him.

                “Yes, Bucky. I’m yours. You’re mine.” Bucky smiled and pushed his cock into you, slowly; letting you feel the stretch of him filling you up.

                “Yes, darling. I’m yours. Yours to keep satisfied. Yours to use you as a little fuck toy when I need it.” His pace became rougher, fucking you; squeezing your wrists tighter until you yelped. Then he slowed his hips, letting you now revel in the pleasure you felt. He started rubbing at your still sensitive clit, making you clench around him.  He growled deeply and you gasped as his eyes flashed crimson.

                “Oh, baby doll, don’t play with fire if you don’t want to end up burnt.” He said, his voice lower and huskier. You knew he was getting closer to his own release when his pace picked up again. Not as punishing as before, but you felt his lust, his carnality in every thrust. And it only drove you crazier.

                “When you cum, I’m going to drink from you again and you will be bound to me, my mate, my slut, little morsel.

                “Yes…Bucky yes…please…” closer and closer you edged until he let out a low growl.

                “If you don’t cum right now, I have no problem chaining you in my basement and edging you until the next full moon. Now. Cum.” The idea alone sent you over the edge, screaming out as he bit down fiercely on your neck, drinking from you again. He kept fucking you through his own orgasm, but did not drink as much as he did last time. Only just enough to make you light headed. When he finished, you two lay there a few moments, you breathing heavily as Bucky seemed to still above you. As you floated back down, your body seemed to go even more limp.

                “Such a good girl.” Bucky released your wrists, but you didn’t have the strength to move your arms. Instead, he cupped your chin in his hand and kissed you with your blood streaked across his lips. He kissed passionately and deeply, until your toes curled and you knew he meant what he said. 

                Not bothering to remove himself, Bucky helped you wrapped your arms around him and he carried you over to one of the enormous couches by the fire. Grabbing a blanket off the back and swaddling you both. “You’ll have to sleep for a little while now. But when you wake up, you’ll live forever.” His words seeped into your brain, but there was nothing you could do now. You heard him speak again.

“You wanna know the real story behind those people?” Bucky asked and you made a noise of half-committal. “Well, those colonizers weren’t hard to pick off.” In that moment, you were reminded that though he seemed to have a soft spot for you, there were also very, very dark spots. You shuddered, but it was quickly washed away by the feeling of his metal arm, holding you tighter.

“Don’t worry darling,” he purred. “Think of all the beautiful photos you can take in the moonlight.

[fleurmionefridays]

Fleurmione Fridays: Fall 2024 Spooky Season

A quarterly rec list curated by the 18+ fleurmione discord server. Inspired by @hpsaffics #wlw wednesday.

This season we’re here for the horror, the big beasties, the creepy crawlies, and even the cute shenanigans. All fics below the cut are complete and a few are even accompanied by blurbs from their reccers. 

Fics are sorted by Spooky Scale™! A small panel of spoop detectors (it's me and lipz) discussed the spoop level of each of these fics. The more ghosts in front of a fic, the scarier or darker we think it is. Your mileage may vary, of course. All these fics--regardless of spoopy level--are great and worth reading! Choose your spoop tolerance, cuddle up under the covers, and turn off the lights. Enjoy, mind the tags and remember...fleurmione is forever!

(because they might be ghosts haunting you)

👻👻👻👻👻 Of Blood & Carnations by @rice-and-beans | E, 17.7k multichap. Inspired by Pablo Neruda's Sonnet VII. The war is over. It is a time for healing. The Order has invested in a sort of intensive therapeutic house for our heroes to recuperate. Therapists, therapies, reprieve. Exactly what they need to begin a long road of recovery. So why does Hermione feel worse? Is she going mad? She's hearing voices, and she feels more and more that her body is not her own. She suspects others know more than they are sharing, and she doesn't know who to trust.

“A fantastically dark piece by rice_and_beans that I think everyone should read at some point. Do mind the tags.” - Shira

👻👻👻👻👻 In the Depths by Semjaza | E, 4.3k one shot. Hermione's lover goes home for the solstice celebrations and returns... different.

👻👻👻👻👻 Against the Tide by @akaseru | E, 2.4k one shot. Hermione knew what was happening and was terrified and panicking, not that Fleur could perceive it; there was nothing to see but the want in her eyes. The long-dormant creature within had finally woken up and seized control, and the curly-haired woman was powerless before it.

“A wonderful horror nugget which should be read by all.” - Lipz

👻👻👻👻 Penetration by @hoardlessdragon | M, 4.1k multichap. What happens when Hermione accidentally finds herself in a vampire coven?

“I think the summary says exactly why this belongs in the spooky edition. Mind the tags. No happy ending, but still chef’s kiss” - Lipz

👻👻👻👻 The Transitive Property by @perfectly--random | T, 3.4k one shot. Seventeen years after the war, Hermione and Fleur bump into each other in France and realize they are mates. Is everything as it should be?

👻👻👻👻 Metal and Bone by @ljthenerdsbian | M, <500 word flash fic. Two knights lost in the woods after fleeing from the bloodied battle field with the white spector known as Fleur stalking them. My prompt was 'She was now well and truly lost in the Labyrinth.'

“john6lisa has a few fics that fit this theme but Metal and Bone gets the nod from me for its heavy lean on horror and spookiness.” - Lipz

👻👻👻 When the Thrill is Gone by @sleepingontheway | NR, 6k one shot. Years post-war, Hermione is a shell of the girl she once was. This is not a happy tale.

“How about more vampires and dark fleurmione in When the Thrill is Gone?” - Lipz

👻👻👻 Monsters by @perfectly--random  | M, 2.5k one shot. Life can make monsters of us all. Happy Halloween. Mind the tags.

👻👻👻The night is shaped like a howling wolf by @waxwing-saint | T, 5.4k one shot. Between 1764 and 1767 a monster hunted in the province of Gévaudan. Eye witness accounts describe a terrible and impossible creature who is believed to be responsible for over two hundred attacks and nearly one hundred deaths until it was finally struck down by a hunter.

👻👻👻Touched by the Wind by @mushroom-grey-scale | T, 2.1k one shot. "Go to the one who collects curses. Who makes deals in the dead of night. Yes, go to the one who is unable to tell lies. But remember my warning, my child, as this may be the only thing that will allow you to return alive from that doomed place that sucks up lives."

“Hits that spooky craving with fae and fairies without breaking anyone’s heart while doing it 😂” - Lipz

👻👻A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night by @rachelc978 | T, 3.3k one shot. Don’t you just hate it when your meal gets interrupted? When it’s by a beautiful woman whose blood sings to you, it’s slightly more forgivable.

👻👻BFC by @indiefoxproductions | G, 6.8k multichap. Did you know an average coyote in Montana can get as big as 46lbs?

“It has a creature in it. Is it a wolf, is it a coyote, is Hermione going to wear that beanie forever? Come read and find out.” - Lipz

👻👻Reunion by @lipzlipzlipz | G, 500 word flash fic. Fleur has led a dark existence since losing her wife twenty years ago.

👻Which Witch by @perfectly--random | G, 1.5k one shot. Hermione takes Fleur to a non-magical Halloween party.

👻“A witch, really?” by SquirrelGay | G, 2.6k one shot. Hermione made up her mind then. This was a night to relax, and maybe catch up with Fleur. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, after all.

“Sometimes you just need that Halloween fluff tho, in which case you should read “A witch, really?”” - Lipz

[cleolinda]

Creepypasta: Ted the Caver (2001)

There was a season of Are You Scared? that presented some actual famous creepypasta (pasta? pastas?), and I was so giddy about it. I love creepypasta and Weird Internet Fiction, and I recognized all the famous ones right off the bat; the moment there was a season preview and a cave was mentioned, I KNEW. So the episode with "Ted the Caver" instantly became one of my favorites ("GET IN THE FUCKING CAVE, TEDDY!!"). But it also kills me that the show presents the final installment as if it's the whole story: just one spooked, caveless guy wandering around meebling about his spelunking obsession. Buddy, there is SO MUCH caving in the full version, you don't even know. There is NONE MORE CAVING:

[Note: The original Angelfire site still works, but while I was researching this, I started running into malware. As such, I'm going to also link you to an unofficial mirror of the site at a creepypasta wiki.]

But I get it: there's no way to read the entire story aloud for a half-hour show. It was originally published as an unassuming hobbyist blog in 2001, and "Ted the Caver" is partly so effective because it is genuinely just an amateur caving blog for about 10,000 words. My understanding is that the author really is a caving enthusiast—I mean, he'd have to be, because the story is filled with actual photos of him and a friend chipping their way through a hole the size of a baseball into a cave they dub "Floyd's Tomb." So this was a real expedition... that the author wrote a delightful little spoop around.

Honestly, the real horror for me isn't even the Descent-style Something that seems to be living down there; it's the genuine terror of these fools squeezing themselves through eight-inch openings into the bowels of the earth, God bless. You can tell the mundane aspects are absolutely true to life, because the squeezing and the scraping and the panic—I'll just stop there, in case anyone has any phobias, claustro or otherwise. If I didn't before, I do now.

But it also has to be noted, "real horror" is what "Ted the Caver" is all about: the horror of a story backed up by reams of accurate detail and told through a really, really basic-ass Angelfire website. (I say this lovingly, as someone who had a shitty Geocities site herself.) It truly looks like it's just someone's blog—because that's mostly what it really is. Who wrote it? Well, an actual guy named Ted:

Well, I guess it’s time I add my two cents to the topic. My name is Ted and I am the author of the story you have been discussing. I am the original author. I created the story on my own and copied no one

...he wrote, in response to a plagiarism accusation (turns out the other guy copied him, and closely at that).

Between December 30, 1999 and February 24, 2000 Brad and I worked on a passage in Freeway cave. We made numerous trips, and spent many hours of hard work, before we were finally able to get through the opening and into the new section of cave. During the course of our adventure I kept a caving journal and documented our activities surrounding our attempts to be the first people to enter the new passage. Since we were giving friends and family members updates as we worked, I thought it would be a good idea to put my entire journal on a web page, along with our pictures, then we could simply refer people to the site. The thought then occurred to me: It sure would be fun to embellish the story a little!

Ted hasn't given his full name, but he is an actual Ted, it seems. And honestly, as much as I would like him to be credited as openly as Eric Heisserer is for "The Dionaea House," it really works in the story's favor that it's so difficult to figure out who wrote it. Not to spoil you, but the story told by the blog, much to Shane and Ryan's frustration in the video above, ends in a single puff of irony:

See all of you soon, with a lot of answers! Love, Ted

Magnificent. Because, let's face it: if a cave monster really did eat trap and eat your friend, isn't this what it would look like? No silly explanation for how a video camera somehow made it back to his friends and family from, like, the center of the fucking earth through a hole the size of a cantaloupe. No, your man there is just gone. And he's given enough detail in previous entries for you to imagine that what he finally came face to face with down there is Not Good. That's enough.

[askcannibalistickitties]

ASK THESE GOOBERS ANYTHING!!!

(Nothing weird plz)

colt: -“IM NOT GAY” says the fruitiest man on earth

-One of the more “popular” kids.

-feels inferior to all his peers

-Hurts himself frequently from playing sports

-13!!

-GAD (generalized anxiety disorder)

-GAD does affect sports

-Has no idea how he even became friends with the group, kinda just got dragged in

-Tweaks whenever there’s a dog nearby

-“Am i a girl?”

-“Yes?”

-“No.”

-Relentlessly bullies 4th graders on roblox

-Divorced parents

-64 little white things

-Likes to wear layered jackets

-Doesn’t like being popular, it doesn’t mix well with anxiety

-Sometimes has panic attacks

-Likes picking up bugs and scaring Spoop shitless

-Cuddle piles with Donnie as bros do (PLATONIC BROMANCE💪)

-Has a cheeky smile

-Glitch forces him into at home fashion shows (he secretly enjoys it)

-Loves bubbles

-Nicknamed, Colts, Colty, and Cole by Glitch, Spoop, and Donnie (in that order)

-Felix.

Glitch: -Glitch loves space and her shoes have the NASA logo on them

-ADHD + depression (i swear not everyone’s depressed it’s just spoop and glitch)

-Loves to read

-Once burned a poptart in the toaster, was never allowed to even attempt to cook again

-Has no idea where the hell the stars come from, her dad and mom both don’t have them, nor a family history of them

-Glitch is always wearing a sweater or hoodie

-Despises PE

-In a robotics club

-Has the entire Hamilton script memorized

-Donnie and her nerd about their interests to each other

-Sometimes gets panic attacks over loud noises

-Favorite animal is the hedgehog

-Had a Danganronpa phase

-Likes to play with spoop’s checkered belts, thinks checkers are cool

-Doesn’t have any cool nicknames:(

-Born june 19th, making her the youngest out of the group

Spoop: Spoop is 13, being born on January 21st (my birthday!!)

-Spoop has a weird fear of butterflies and moths, hence why she hates them

-Doesn’t have a set fashion style, anything alternative

-Absolutely loves the stuffed peppers their mom makes

-Anxiety + Depression

-Loves the smell of lavender

-Loves thrill, especially water slides

-Likes to swim, despite being a cat

-Doesn’t like ELA, hates writing

-Watched the ROTTMNT movie and sobbed

-Does the smolder face to jumpscare people, it’s actually really fun

-Spoop doesn’t eat food if they don’t like the texture

-Likes to play with slime

-Collects rocks (and eats them /hj)

-Thinks space is cool

-Takes a photo of every sunset he sees

-Cannot sit still

-Once wandered reddit when they were 8, she’s still traumatized

-Sleeps with a gazillion plushies

-Is nicknamed “poop” by Donnie, gets mad every time he’s called it

-Can eat sour food like it’s the end of the world, it ends up hurting the roof of her mouth

Donnie: Donnie has asthma and always carries an inhaler on them

-Cannot handle spicy things for the life of it

-Freaks people out, Spoop and Glitch are kinda their only friends

-that’s fine though bc Donnie absolutely despises socializing

-Donnie can be very quiet while walking and sometimes accidentally sneaks up on people, this gives spoop a mini heart attack each time they get snuck up on

-Donnie’s dad was diagnosed with skin cancer when Donnie was six, at age seven Donnie’s dad died.

-Donnie’s mom is actually really nice and a bit spooky like her kid

-Donnie is 14, making it the oldest out of the bunch (spoop and glitch are both 13)

-Likes to read poems

-Uses words like “skibidi” ironically

-Absolutely despises their aunt, she’s a total bitch

-Was given the nickname “donns” by Glitch, “Freaky Clown Dude” by Spoop, and “Glue God” by Spoop

-Its ear was clipped as a child, no one really knows why

-Choir kid, liked to sing upbeat pop songs

-soprano voice, always manages to impress Spoop

-Favorite subject in school is history

-Sometimes gets really giddy for no reason

-Salty > Sweet

-Absolutely loves rats

-Has an absurd amount of glue, that’s where they got the nickname Glue God

That’s all for Donnie >_<

[kippykasey]

See No Evil

Summary: Reader decided to watch a horror movie while home alone... but what are those sounds?

Word Count: 1118

Characters: Reader and Sam Wilson

More Spoops from Kippy's Spoopy Saturdays

The lights were off except for a distant hall light and the illumination of the flickering ending scenes on the TV. The fluffy, warm safety net of a blanket pulled up to my lips as to easily cover my face if the horror movie playing on the screen became too much or a jump scare accrued. The empty apartment that was shared between a few Shield members and myself, all of which were away on a mission at the moment, became the perfect backdrop for an overactive imagination to run wild with thoughts fueled by the movie on screen. In fact no one was really around which is why I foolishly decided to watch a horror movie which now made me nervous of what maybe hiding in the dark. As the credits were rolling, and the darkness of the apartment became all the more eerie for a someone being home alone.

Shadows were now playing tricks on my mind. Was there something now lurking in the darkness just beyond that open bathroom door? Were those eyes or just something reflecting the white flashes of names on the screen? Purging the room into darkness besides that one lone hall light. You are being ridiculous nothing is in the darkness. The soft padding of my socked feet was the only sound as I shuffled towards my bedroom pausing just long enough at the door to make sure it was locked before promptly shutting off the last light and scurrying down the hall to my room and quickly flicking on the light too nervous to say in darkness at the moment.

My body tensed and leapt into the air at the abrupt chime of the text tone coming from my phone. Giving my self a moment to calm down from the scare I move to the charging phone, poking at the dark screen to view the notification.

New message from Bird Brain Sam

Removing the charging cable from the phone, although it could reach, I lowered onto the bed and getting comfortably sitting against the headboard. Quickly entering the pin to unlock the phone to see the text received before replying myself.

Minutes after the text was sent just barely starting to scan through a random social media app to distract my brain from scaring me with thoughts of the movie the phone in my hand began to ring. Answering the call with the phone now held up to my ear I couldn’t stop the small grin from forming on my face.

“Hey Sam-I-Am.”

“Well hello to you too angel. What are you doing up so late?” Sam’s chuckle was low, a clear indication of how tired he actually was.

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep.” I explained slowly a bit embarrassed to admit it to him.

His laugh met my ear and I let out a small whine. “Don’t laugh at me.” I pouted despite him not being able to actually see me.

“I’m sorry its just you’re home alone for the weekend, someone who is easily spooked, and decided to watch a scary movie?” Sam’s laugh was still evident in his voice as he explained himself needlessly to me.

“Yeah yeah laugh it up.” My sarcastic response lost its strength by a thumping noise coming from one of my roommates’ room.

Sam was snickering, trying to hide a laugh at my self inflicted misfortune. “Uh.. Sammy, how soon do you land?” My voice trembled as my eyes stared at the back of my closed door.

“Oh too scared to be alone now are you?” Sam teased. “We’re about to land.”

“Okay I’m scared but that’s not why I asked...there’s also some weird noises coming from Tara’s room.” My voice came out softer now as I listened closely to the shuffling like noise that started shortly after the initial thump.

I heard a rustle from Sam’s side of the call before his voice came through, this time much more alert

than it was before. “What do you mean you’re hearing noises?”

“I mean that there was a freaking thump and now there is like shuffling and I’m pretty sure I just heard something break.” I was now whispering as I moved silently off my bed to be farther away from the door.

“Angel are you positive that this isn’t just your brain playing tricks on you?” He had his serious business voice on now and it made me worry.

“I promise this is not to do with the the horror movie. Sam I really think someone is in the house.” I stressed in a hushed voice.

There was near silence on the other end before a small click in which I thought he had hung up. The moment of fear at the thought of him hanging up caused my heart to race. “I’m on my way, angel.” Sam’s voice sounded slightly different and then there was the rasping sound of wind.

Beyond the bedroom door there was another clatter of things falling to the floor. “How long Sam?”

“Not long. I see your apartment building already. I’ll fix the balcony door.” The last comment was a bit confusing but I didn’t have long to ponder on it before I heard a scrapping or scratching noise.

A few moments passed before I heard foot steps in the hall. Then there was Sam’s laugh cutting through not only the phone before the call ended but down the hallway. “Angel the course is clear.” His voice called with a teasing tone which confused me.

Getting up I exited my room to see the hall light on illuminating Sam in his suit at the other end. His arms folded to his chest cradling a white ball of fur. “The culprit has been caught with their paws up.” Sam jokes glancing at me then back down at the cat in his arms to give it a good scratch behind the ears.

“A cat?” I pout looking at the reason for all the fear and noises I had just dealt with. Moving closer to Sam I got a better look at the white cat that didn’t belong to either of my roommates but wasn’t unfamiliar either. “Why is Alpine here?” I sigh as Sam set Bucky’s cat back on the ground.

“Beats me, but a cat causing trouble shouldn’t sound like a human breaking in. No more scary movies before bed Angel.” Sam resisted the urge to smile as he scolded me. I rolled my eyes in response as he kissed my temple.

“Now since I’m here, how about some late night hot chocolate?” Sam raised an eyebrow with a grin.

[keyofjetwolf]

The Pallbearers Club, by Paul Tremblay

Did I like this? Did I not? YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE

Let's start with the things I can say for sure. (Light spoilers to follow, but nothing too egregious.)

I loved the idea behind this, and the style that carried it through. The basic gist here is a memoir written by this guy, Art Barbara (fake name), who is a general sad sack disaffected Gen X'er who loves music and crawling up his own ass. His memoir -- beginning around 1988 when he's 17 and going through to the "now" of 2020-ish -- is scattered with commentary, refutations, and alternate points of view by his oldest friend, Mercy (also fake name), who has found and is reading the book.

LOVED THIS. Loved what essentially comes down to dueling unreliable narrators. Loved what could almost be considered a four-way conversation between Art, Mercy, the author, and the reader about memory and nostalgia, choice and blame, growth and stagnation. There's some good shit here.

DID NOT LOVE how ponderously long it took to get there. At around 270 pages, this isn't an over long book, but ye gods, did it feel like it took FOR FUCKING EVER sometimes.

(We get a bit more spoilery under the cut)

And it's tough to know whose fault that is, or if it's a "fault" at all. Those navel-gazing, aimless parts, that's Art, that's his life, in his own words, as inescapable to us as it feels to him. Is it a fault that I'm sitting here like "Oh my god my guy GET THE FUCK ON WITH IT" when I'm pretty sure that's exactly the way I'm supposed to feel about him?

Quite possibly not, but we also probably could've gotten that with like twenty pages less of Art meandering through the Providence music scene.

In many ways, the book never really grows beyond its premise, but again, is that the point? The characters themselves are rooted in place, perpetually locked in a space that has been swallowed by years and abandoned by relevance. Even Bob Mould went solo, kids.

I think to fully decide my feelings on The Pallbearers Club, I might have to read more by Paul Tremblay. This is my first exposure to his work, so it's tough for me to say with confidence what's stylistic choice versus stylistic failing. Is pondering and aimless more Art, or Paul?

You may note, if you've read the book or even just the publisher's description, I've completely left out anything to do with horror or supernatural or whatever. Those parts are there, for sure, even crucial to the central glue of the plot, but I found them surprisingly extraneous. Even by "this isn't really about this" horror standards, it all felt irrelevant. Or perhaps the more correct word is incidental. I'm not even sure the author (the Art author) intended his readers to believe he was truly dealing with spoopy spoops, or if he was just metaphoring super hard, with that particular brand of pretentious arrogance only the truly insufferable can wield.

So yeah, I still have no idea if I liked it or not. I may also have uncomfortably identified with some stuff in here, which was very rude, but anyway. Hell of a premise, though, and done well enough that I'll happily try another of Paul Tremblay's books.

[spoopdeedoop]

SPOOP I AM ADDING ONTO WHAT THAT ANONYMOUS ASKER SAID RECENTLY ABOUT YOUR ART STYLE BECAUSE OH MY GOD DID THAT HIT WHERE IT HURT! (In a really good way don't worry) I won't say anything else about it in general because that would kinda be disrespectful, but I can say that they are absolutely right and I came from the same boat. (Which is why I resonate with the ask lol)

Your art is so fun and appealing to look at! There's so much personality and life in the lines and the sketchy feel to it makes it so much better to look at! Even with your "Messy" animatics that you say "Aren't the best," they're still just as amazing as every other animatic you've posted! I love getting notified on either here or on YouTube and the notif says that you've posted something, because then I get to see what kind of crazy shit you've pulled that day, and your art style just looks so cool and familiar to me all the same. Like, the emotion, the movement, the character, the fluidity, the dynamic positioning, the- Fuck it- THE EVERYTHING. I WANT WHAT YOU HAVE SPOOP. I WANT WHAT YOU HAVE AND I WANT IT NOW.

I kid you not when I saw your artwork for the first time (dsmp fandom) I was like, "Oh dang is that me from the future??" Then I took a quick glance at my traditional sketches that I still couldn't even draw ears for and then said, "Nah that's just me if I was good." But I think I was underplaying how good your art is. (Not comparing you to me)

Okayyyyyyyyy this is getting long but I think artists NEED TO BE COMPLIMENTED MORE SO I SHALL DO THAT.

SPOOP YOU'RE AWESOME

YOU ARE LOVELY

YOU ARE COOL

And I hope you have fun :)

YOUUUU. YOU. YOU. YOU.

I HAVE NO WORDS I APPRECIATE THIS SM HUGUEUEUUGGUGHHH <33333333

thank you so much i was feelin a little down and this just made my day i hope you have the best life ever

[thebunnyslibrary]

Sunlight

summary. You've prayed so long for warmth...then one day your prayers are answered.

characters. Sun God!Steve x Reader

wc. ~3.7k words

warning. none

BunBun’s Spoop-tober Collection Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Your one grace in life was that you had been left on the steps of the most prestigious temple as a babe. No name, only yourself in a basket with a bouquet of sunflowers, meant as an offering to the Sun God to protect you. When you were old enough, you worked hard to prove you deserved a place, wanting to please the gods. The other women of the temple, all from upper class families whose families had paid for their positions, looked down upon you. They felt as though you were a showoff, favored above others by the higher priestesses, and as such, never spoke to you unless absolutely necessary.  The higher priestesses treated you kindly, true; but were matronly above all else and often a bit aloof. As such, in the temple of the sun, you often felt cold and alone, talking only quietly to yourself. You sought the warmth and comfort for someone to call your own. And to call you theirs in turn.  

You kept a small private garden out behind your living quarters. The temple had a communal garden, but the other women left you only gravely rock unfit to grow anything. But you’d found a small, very fertile patch deep in the woods in a clearing by a stream. You’d managed to grow sunflowers, having stolen a few seeds from the kitchens. You worried this would make the gods angry, but instead every seed you planted grew into a beautiful bloom. And from those blooms, you were able to gather more seeds. Some of which you kept on your person, some of which you packaged and shared with the less fortunate people you met in the village, and the rest you continued to cultivate for yourself; pressing the flowers in your journals to preserve their beauty or using them to make paints.  

One cold night, only a few days away from the harvest festival to celebrate the new year; you’d gathered a bushel of the brightest sunflowers from your garden and stowed away into the temple, hoping to offer tribute to bring warmth into your life The warm air in the temple was a welcome protection from chilly air outside, thanks to the large fire pit in the center of the room. Some of the older priestesses were tidying up and nodded simply at you before leaving; giving you privacy.  

You knelt before the altar of the sun and laid the flowers down. You weren’t sure exactly what to say; now feeling foolish and selfish when you knew there were so many more worthy things to ask for, to help people. But you found yourself saying 

“Please, shine your light on me. Let me find someone to warm me and comfort me when I am lonely.” The air was still for a moment, then the crackling of the fire became louder. You turned and saw the fire was growing. Bigger and brighter, it grew until you were blinded and feared its burn. Then your world went dark.  

You awoke on what you were was a cloud. You stretched out your hand, feeling the sheets that were smoother than silk. You opened your eyes enough to see a sheer golden lace canopy hanging overhead. You sat up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy; trying to gather where you were and what happened. You looked around to see you were on an enormous bed with golden yellow blankets and pillows.  

“Here, drink this.” A voice spoke and you jumped, turning to the source.  Your eyes had to adjust, like looking up at the sky on a bright sunny day. But your mouth gaped open as you took him in. Tall and massive like a mountain, he had a body that seemed sculpted from clay. Broad shoulders held up a dark blue tunic, exposing strong arms. A man’s beard framed a boyish smile with golden blonde hair and striking blue eyes that were full of knowledge…and hunger. He was standing at the foot of the bed, in his hand was a golden goblet.  

You looked around the rest of the room, admiring the tall shelves full of books. A fireplace housed a roaring fire. But what drew your eye most were the vases of sunflowers. There seemed to be at least one on every flat surface, all holding flowers that looked like the ones you’d been growing for the last few years. He stepped closer and sat down at the edge of the bed, leaving space between you two. 

“They are, indeed, little one.” he said, smiling and again offering the goblet. You were hesitant at first, but as you sat near him, you felt more comfortable, familiar. You carefully took the goblet from him and sipped it slowly. The taste was nothing more than water, but when you swallowed, you felt warmer, more alive than you’d ever felt.  

“Wow” you gasped, swallowing the rest of it down easily. “Who are you?” He shifted closer to you, running his hand down your cheek. 

“Pity. You’ve spent so much time talking to me, I’d thought you’d know me by now.” He leaned forward, taking the goblet away and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The cup vanished, as if it had never existed to begin with and you were left aghast.  

“Talking to you? But I only ever spoke to myself in the…” Realization dawned on you. “No, I couldn’t…this couldn’t” you were sitting in the bedroom…in the very house of the Sun God. 

“You can call me Steven, little lamb.”  

“No…but…I’m not worthy…” your eyes started to tear up, fearing this was some sort of punishment or damnation.  But he wiped your tears away with his thumbs, soothing you. 

“No, my beauty. You have proven yourself more than worthy. I have watched you over these many years. I have seen how hard you work, your kind heart; You want to only create beauty in this world and to make me happy. Now it’s my turn to repay the favor.” He took your hands, helping you stand up from the bed. As you moved, your simple robes turned into a beautiful sky-blue dress to compliment his dark tunic. 

“Come, my love.” He took your arm in his and escorted you out of the bedroom, down a hallway and out into a beautiful garden. There were flowers and plants you could scarcely imagine. And of course, miles of sunflowers. Small creatures, bunnies you saw in particular, scurried about. And brightly overhead, the sun and air made everything feel fresh and new. 

“I hope you like it.” Steven said. “I can imagine you’ll probably spend quite a lot of time out here. If not spent in the library, or my art studio. Or our bed.” Steven teased, wrapping his arm around you and you pulling you close to him in a tight hug. His forwardness making you squeak. You stared up at him, still in shock at what was happening. 

“But…why me? There are many other girls in the temple, far more worthy than me. Surely, you would want one of them for a bride.”  

“Worthy? Who could be more worthy than you? I told you; I’ve seen you, right down to your soul and every beautiful thought you’ve had.” Steven explained. 

“But I have nothing…no status or power. I am not fit to be the lover of a god.” You turned away from him, not wanting him to see you cry. But his only response was to wrap his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head and holding tightly. 

“Believe me, you are worth more than a thousand of any one of those harpies. They seek only greed and power for themselves and their status. They do not wish to see the beauty in existence, only its next step up. You write beautiful poetry, grow flowers just to admire them, you have always given warmth; you deserve some in return.” 

You considered his words. He was right, you’d never once wanted the phenomenal power the gods were said to bestow. Being a child of the temple, you had no family status to speak of, no wealth. You knew those did not bring the happiness and warmth a good book or a warm meal could bring to you. What was money and power if there was no one you loved to share it with? Steven leaned down to kiss your cheek.  

“Come, I have another room to show you.” 

The room he brought you too was enormous. Floor to ceiling windows on 3 walls looked out into the garden you’d been in. Half-finished sketches and paintings were strewn about. The back wall was covered with paintings, drawings, sketches, all beautiful landscapes. Green forests that stretched on for miles, beaches with oceans that blurred into the sky above, and mountains that towered above valleys below. 

“Did you make all these?” You said, staring and examining each one. 

“I did, and they’re all real. I’ll take you to any of them you want to go and more places even beautiful than those.” Steven promised. 

You stopped in front of a painting of a field with a river surrounded by woods. You looked closely and your jaw dropped in recognition when you saw the patch of sunflowers; it was your garden. And you were even more surprised as you leaned in closer to see the river in the painting was actually moving, the leaves on the trees rustled in the wind, and a deer walked slowly into the clearing, ate some grass, then continued off out of view of the page. 

“Steven…you…you made this?” 

“Yes, my love. I could not speak to you directly, but I could hear you in my temple, every wish and desire. I did my best to make and give you what I could, hoping and waiting you would speak to me directly in the temple.” He said.  You smiled sheepishly.  

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.  But your work certainly is incredible.” He stood next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him.  

“Thank you, my love. But it all pales in comparison to you.”  Your cheeks heated up, suddenly finding the floor very interesting to look at. But Steve cupped your chin, pulling your face back towards his. 

“Let your god worship you for once.” He pressed his lips against yours and you somehow seemed to get even warmer. Steven’s arms wrapped around you, scooping you up as if you were weightless and carrying you back towards the bedroom. He set you back on the bed, kneeling next to you to remove your sandals. He placed soft kisses on your ankles and slowly up your legs.  

“I promise to be gentile for your first time.” He whispered. 

“Steven…” You bit your lip, trying to find the words. “For my first time, I want you; all of you. I want to feel everything…” His blue eyes grew darker.  

“If you want to feel, little lamb. I’ll make sure you feel. Lay back on the bed.” You moved to scoot up towards the headboard and your dress disappeared, leaving you in only a pair of yellow panties. “My sunlight.” Steven sighed, his own tunic disappearing as he knelt between your legs. A pair of black undershorts revealed a large bulge that had your thighs clenching. Steve licked his lips. 

“So cute. Relax, baby. I’ll make sure you’re good and ready before we get there.” He leaned in to kiss you, taking your hands and bringing them up to grab his hair. “Don’t let go until I say you can.” You bit your lip and nodded. A small “Yes Steven” squeaking past your lips. 

  “Such a good girl.” He slowly kissed you again before kissing down your neck and chest, pausing to kiss across your breasts before continuing his kisses downward until he reached the hem of your panties. He nudged your thighs apart, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. He inhaled deeply and let out a little moan. 

“Your little pussy smells so sweet. I’ll bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t you baby? You should be. I can’t wait to taste this pussy. You’ll have to offer it to your god every day, understood?” You nodded, pressing your hips up and holding his hair tightly, making him groan low.  

He moved his hand over your panties, and they seemed to burn away, leaving only a warm tingle between your legs. He winked and you found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at his charisma and powers. He truly was a god but all he wanted was your pleasure. 

He hooked one arm under your legs and lifted you up slightly, reminding you of his godly strength. His eyes found yours. His voice was low. “Watch. Watch me feast on my sacrifice.” He wasted no time licking a long streak up your slit. A breathy moan left your lips and he smiled. “Such beautiful sounds you make, little dove. And they’re all mine for all eternity.”  

He continued his ministrations, using his fingers on one hand to draw circles around your clit while his tongue licked at every inch of your pussy, lewd sucking noises were absolutely filthy and sinful coming from his divine lips. 

“So, fucking good…” he murmured. “And all mine forever.” Using his other hand, he brought two fingers and slowly pushed them into your pussy, rubbing against the special spot you could never quite reach. You had touched yourself once or twice in the solace of your room, but you’d never felt anything near this amazing. His warm touch was setting the rest of your body on fire.  

“Steven…please…” You were gripping his hair for dear life, every tug making him groan against you. 

“Yes, my love; are you going to cum? I want to taste every drop. You are true ambrosia, nectar of the gods.” He rubbed your clit faster. “Cum my little star. Cum for me.” Your body tightened as you fell into the abyss of pleasure, screaming his name and bucking your hips into his face. He kept his word, licking every part of you he could reach as his hands slowed, letting you ride out the rest of your climax 

When you finally came down from your high, you looked down and saw how tightly your thighs were gripping his head. You snapped your legs open.  

“I’m sorry…did I hurt you?” But Steven only chuckled, his voice low. He took your hands from his head, kissing your palms and wrists; he climbed bed up the bed to meet you, kissing your lips so that you could taste yourself on him.  

“You are worried about hurting me, little lamb." He mused. “Never apologize for that, love. I would happily perish with my head between your thighs if you wished.” Your face heated up and you weren’t sure how to respond. Steven lay next to you, and you wrapped your arms around him, snuggling close to his chest.  

“This has to be a dream.” You said, a tear running down your cheek.  

“Why do you say that as if you’re expecting me to shove you away at a moment’s notice?” Steven asked, his voice full of concern. 

“It’s all I’ve ever known, I suppose. I still do not understand why you have chosen me. Someone so inexperienced, so broken.” At this, Steven looked down at you.  

“Oh, sweet thing, A soul that's born in cold and rain knows sunlight. Oh, your love is sunlight.” He kissed you again; then turned you so that you were on top of him. He held your hips tightly and the way he looked at you made you feel even smaller.  

“It’s your turn now, little one. Take your pleasure as you see fit.” Fit… when he turned you over, his shorts had vanished, and now you could feel his cock prodding against you. And from what you could feel, you weren’t sure how on earth he WOULD fit. You’d heard some of the other women at the temple boasting about their past experiences. But Steven, you’re sure, would put all their former lovers to shame. He nudged his cock against your ass. You swallowed and adjusted so that you were kneeling over his cock.  

“Breathe, little love. There is no rush to our pleasure.” You met his eyes and saw only love and warmth. Letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding, you lowered yourself, gasping as the head of his cock penetrated you. 

“Fuck.” You let yourself sink lower, moaning at the feeling of him filling you up as your pussy flexed and squeezed his cock. His hold on your hips tightened as you watched his eyes roll back. Steven moaned and you bit your lip, watching a strong god fall apart. You flexed around him again, but he gave a sharp smack to your ass that made you yelp.  

“Don’t get cheeky there, dove. You do not want to test a god’s strength.” He purred. With newfound confidence and strength, fueled by his love and devotion, you smirked and traced your finger down his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. 

“I thought you were here for my pleasure.” you said, leaning into kiss him, but biting his bottom lip instead. Steven’s pupils were blown wide with lust. 

 “You’re waving a red flag in front of a bull darling. If you keep teasing me, I won’t be able to control myself.” Curious, you now steadied yourself on his chest. 

“So…what?” you replied kissing him and flexing your muscles again. He groaned into the kiss and took one of his hands from your hips, wrapping it around your throat. When you pulled away from the kiss his eyes were full of hunger and desire, but no malice. Even the grip around your throat was loose enough you had no trouble breathing, but strong enough you could feel his power.  

In a flash, you once again found yourself on your back, Steven’s hand still wrapped around your throat. His cock had slipped from your pussy, but he spread your legs wide, teasing your entrance. Steven leaned down close. 

“Be careful playing with a god of the sun, little lamb. Or you may wind up burnt.” He warned playfully.  But you only smiled up at him, saying “I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty. With wax melted, I'd meet the sea, my sunlight.”  

Kissing you passionately, Steven pushed his cock even further in you and making you gasp, feeling like you were going to split in two. He started to move his hips, pulling his cock out slowly, letting you feel every inch before thrusting back in hard.  His hand went between your legs, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it. You were already so sensitive from your last orgasm; you both knew it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge. And you could tell Steven was getting closer to when his pace picked up and his thrusts became harder and faster. 

“I’m going to fill you, dove. Bind you to me so that we are one heart, thrust one mind thrust one soul.” He grunted. “Forever.” 

“Yes…yes…please…I’m yours Steven.” You cried; your hand wrapped around his that was around your throat. You were so warm; every stroke of his cock inside you stoked the flames of desire and lust.  

“Cum for me, star. Cum for your god.” Steven said, moaning as he chased his own release. You came even harder than you had earlier as Steven stilled above you and you could feel his cum filling you, making you moan even more. 

For a few moments, there was just the sounds of the two of you heavy breathing, your hearts beating together. You felt your muscles tense and relax as you seemed to almost melt into the bed. You opened your eyes to see Steven smiling down at you before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.  

“Someday, my love. I’ll have to paint you like this.” Your mind was hazy in post orgasmic fog, and you could only nod. He gathered you in his arms and, still joined together, moved you two together so that you were laying on your sides. Now, in this moment of post coital bliss, you were able to see his face closely. He seemed ageless but weathered at the same time. Like a man who had seen or knew too much.  

“I still don’t know if I’m suited to be the lover of a god. My own parents didn’t even want me.” You said. Steven sighed.  

“Do not think too harshly of them dove. I saw your parents. Your father was sick, your mother was destitute. They brought you to my temple in hopes of a better future.” You thought on his words. For years, the girls at the temple tormented you, convincing you that you were unwanted, unloved. Now to hear the truth, relief washed over you and you seemed more at peace than ever before. A few tears threatened to fall over. But Steve kissed your cheeks. “Such a weepy bride I have” he joked. You smiled. 

“I was often teased for my sensitive nature.” You admitted. 

“I know. And it wounded me every time you spoke to me about when it occurred. But it is never a weakness to show compassion and care. That is why I chose you for my bride.” 

“You know, I don’t recall an actual engagement.” You teased. 

“You’re right. I suppose I’ll have to ask you.” He leaned in close. “One letter at a time...on your pussy.” You squeaked and he smiled, kissing your forehead. “Trust your god little one. I promise you shall want or need for nothing. I will love you and hold you close to my heart for all eternity.” Keeping to his word, he held you closer to his chest and you noticed the blankets had surrounded the two of you. “Rest now, little dove. When you awaken, there will be a great feast to celebrate and welcome you as my bride.” And there you slept. In your shared comfort and warmth. 

[frickin-fresh-memes]

I was gonna send u a photo of a wasp close up on the face to spook you but u can’t send photos in asks.

>:D

[prawndip]

Cold Hands (as well as Everything Else)

CHARACTERS: Beidou, Diluc, Thoma x gn!reader

TAGS: fluff. reader is an adventurer (diluc)

WORD COUNT: 1 935 in total

SYNOPSIS: world cold. you’re cold. partner warm.

NOTES: written as part of the @2022gisecretsanta writing event for @spoops-inliyue ! hi. tis I, your secret santa :] I hope you enjoy and happy holidays! tbh this isn’t as snow-themed as it probably should be, I just went with being cold in general instead. I’m willing to make any changes if you want!

BEIDOU:

accompanying beidou on the alcor was a common occurrence. you, who would get the privilege to sail to places most people only had the dream of seeing, and beidou, who would be able to make many precious memories with you while sailing all over teyvat.

though no matter how much you sail the seas with her, one thing has never changed: although the sun would shine so gently on you, its rays resting on your skin with such a delicate touch, the wind would always prick at your skin at the same time, sending shivers down your spine as you find yourself being kicked down by the cold winds of the sea. it's not like it snowed or anything - you're incredibly far from both snezhnaya and dragonspine - it's still just a little too cold for you to handle when things get a little too windy for your taste.

today was one of those days, where the wind blew with such ferocity no matter how bright the sun was. you decided to help beidou and her crew moves boxes around, yet you feel the way that the cold begins to make you shiver, placing the box down and rubbing your hands together, blowing warm air on them in an attempt to feel some sort of warmth. you swear it’s colder than usual today, for even though there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, you felt the wind roaring in our ears.

you soon feel a large, soft blanket draped around your shoulder, and a pair of large, calloused hands cup around your own. they’re warm, familiar hands, and you turn around to see beidou grinning back at you.

"sheesh! the wind is really starting to pick up now isn't it?" she exclaims, letting out a small laugh as she began to guide you inside, still keeping her hands wrapped around yours, though you try to cling onto the blanket before the wind could tear it away with you, letting out a shiver as you sat down somewhere within the interior of the ship, pulling the blanker even more so around you as beidou managed to shimmy herself underneath it with you. as she leaned her head onto your shoulder, you could feel the way she warmly pressed up against you, letting out a sigh of relief as you feel the warmth seep into your body.

"don't worry about all the boxes. my crew can finish up the rest of them. so just relax, ok? once the wind settles down we can go back out and enjoy the nice weather. man, I don't remember the last time the skies werre so clear! so let's take it in when it isn't so windy!"

she puts an arm around your shoulder, and you feel yourself melting into her touch, your eyelids beginning to flutter shut as you leaned on her shoulder. her warmth is making your drowsy. you can't see it, but beidou looks at you with an adoring smile, holding one of your hands with one of hers, rubbing her thumb over the back of it as you fell asleep.

"that's alright. you've done a lot today. rest easy, love."

DILUC:

dragonspine expeditions were always the worst, you think to yourself. normally you would decline those sort of commissions, for the unbearable cold of dragonspine was never to your liking, but the leader of your guild insisted that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to look at some of its ancient ruins in person. a part of you wished you just stayed home instead, cozied up next to your boyfriend instead of fighting for your life in some of the most coldest conditions in all of teyvat, where someone in your guild accidentally ticked off a bunch of hilichurls barely a few feet into dragonspine’s harsh conditions.

drawing your weapon, you would have helped your guild fend them off after chastising one of them for causing this in the first place, had you not been knocked into the freezing cold water by one of the hilichurls. the water was shallow, thankfully, but you could already feel the icy water creeps into your clothes and settle on your skin. in literally anywhere else in mondstadt, the water would have been relieving in contrast to the pulsing sun that beats down on youwhile completing your commissions. in dragonspine, however, in this weather, it only served to make you even colder than you were before, so cold in fact that your skin felt like it was on fire, your fingers and toes going numb as you pulled yourself our of the water. you could feel the way the cold began sucking the energy out of you.

that’s how you found yourself stumbling out of dragonspine, covered in your fellow guild member’s various blankets, having stripped yourself of your thick jackets and extra clothing that would have otherwise kept holding water and dragging you down. since you barely made it into dragonspine, it was just better to head back to the camp that laid just on the edge of dragonspine. you were being supported by your guild members as you tried your best to avoid freezing to death, mumbling various things about wishing to have been at home instead, and how none of them could make it three feet into dragonspine without complaining about the cold, and how maybe they should turn back and give up on the commission. you loved your guild, truly, but they’re a little simple minded when it comes to experiencing new things. the four of you settled at the camp just out of dragonspine, the warm sun doing nothing to combat the soaked clothes that hung on your body.

when the other guild members began to attempt to start a fire, the wood suddenly lit ablaze, shocking you and your guild members. fire doesn’t usually do that, so it’s probably the work of a vision, who-

someone suddenly waves a warm bowl of soup in your face, and as you look up you recognize that the red hair and the look he was giving you and your guild mates belonged to diluc.

“diluc? what are you doing here?” you look at the soup, and then at diluc again, as if both were an illusion. usually diluc would be in the winery at this time. why was he here?

“I had a feeling none of you would be able to make it three feet into dragonspine with some sort of accident occuring. I didn’t htink one of you would fall into the river.” you feel the way you and your other guildmates share sheepish looks as diluc sits down next to you, and your guildmates start profusely apologizing, for despite everything, diluc was still a man with a reputation, and you were his partner. this was a bad look ont he rest of them. he places the bowl of soup in your hands. “I’m glad you all made it out safely. are you alright?”

though his voice is stern, and though he terrifies the living daylights out of your guildmates when things go wrong, he has genuine concern for all four of you, and especially you. he cupped his hands around yours as you guided the edge of the bowl to your lips, and you hummed happily as you took a sip of the soup. a soft smile had crept onto his face as he watched to make sure you were ok.

“I’m ok, diluc. just cold is all.” you replied, feeling relieved as warth crept through your body, a relief from the non-stop shivering you were experiencing mere moments ago. the fire was warm. the soup was warm. your boyfriend was warm as he pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sighing contently. your guildmates were watching (though they were preoccupied with their own bowls of soup, so it was less about watching you and more about eating soup now).

“good. I don’t mind if you go into dragonspine, but you gotta be more careful.”

scolding the rest of your guild could happen later. right now you were safe, and that’s all that matters.

THOMA:

at first it was just supposed to be a routine shopping day, go buy food from the merchants, stop by the yae publishing house to get a new book, and then head home to make dinner. everything seemed fine at first, everyone was chatting with each other and you were happily walking through the streets of inazuma. you just didn’t expect it to rain. well, you sort of did. you saw the clouds beginning to loom over inazuma city, but you didn’t think too much of them until they began hurling rain at you. the rain sure began to fall hard. and fast. just like that, the mood quickly flipped as everyone began heading inside for shelter, leaving you to have to bolt it back to your home.

if only I brought an umbrella, you thought to yourself, maybe then the water wouldn't be soaking into your hair and clothes, your goods, and also your book.

you found yourself clutching soaked goods as you sprinted back home, feelings your clothes get continuously weighed down with water and the cold creep onto your skin. as you ran home, water that pooled on the ground would splash as you sprinted through them, your feet completely drenched as they continuously shuffled through puddle after puddle. the wind began to howl, and you could hear thunder in the distance. you shivered as you finally made it back to yours and thoma’s shared home, completely drenched, goods soaked, and you’re quite sure the book didn’t make the trip without being completely ruined by the water. you can hear the sound of your boyfriend practically scramble to the entrance as he heard your arrival, where he found you standing in the entranceway looking like a drenched puppy.

"there you are y/n! I was worried you got stranded somewhere once that big storm rolled in, but you're absolutely drenched!" before you can say anything, thoma had already handed you a towel, and a spare change of clothes, taking the drenched goods from your hands and heading into the kitchen. "let me go make you a nice warm tea! maybe that'll help you warm up before you catch a cold."

you're left to your own devices to dry yourself off and change out of your soaked clothes before wandering into the kitchen. though dry and out of the rain, you still felt the cold lingering on your skin as you hugged yourself. you soon noticed that thoma had already prepared a cup of tea and draped a thick blanket over your shoulders as you sat down, before joining you in taking a seat and holding a cup of tea in his own hands. you let out a content sigh as you felt the warth of the tea seep into your hands. your boyfriend had prepared it just right. it was warm, yet not so hot that it burned to even touch it, and as you took a sip you felt yourself begin to warm up, grinning happily at your boyfriend. "Thanks Thoma."

"of course, darling." he places his hands around you hands, and you can feel the way both the cup of tea and his hands were beginning to arm up. "and don't worry about the book. we can go get another copy tomorrow together! although I can't help but feel it might rain tomorrow too..."

you find yourself begin to softly chuckle at his words. "I'll make sure to bring an umbrella this time."

[lil-guys-reviews]

One word: SPOOPS. Shiteyan'yo gains more splorp with each use of Calves, and you should take full advantage of that by positioning them so they can steal as much fun as possible. Setting up a block party to defend them is a good idea. Play your cards right and your opponent's engage engine will be working for you.

6/10 They are certainly one of the more situational Spoops guys. Fuck, they're still looking at me aren't they?

This was a Patreon Request

[edensrose]

Foxx. Fooooooxx. I have crawled out of my warm place to request a drabble or a oneshot, whatever works for you 👁

Could I maybe perhaps request a fluff drabble with Mizuki where the reader is trying to paint him? Just, stupid fluff where they're giggling like idiots because he won't stay still because he's Mizuki and has too much energy? 👁👁

Have a great day/night love and make sure to eat properly, drink water and take breaks. Make sure to prioritise your own wellbeing too. Also sleep. That's also important. Make sure to sleep too. Take care dude 💜✨

anything for you spoops bby! thanks so much, I hope you're taking care of yourself too 💞

ৎ୭ — summary : mizuki tries his utmost hardest to stay still whilst his s/o paints him, however, it proves to be more difficult than he thought

ৎ୭ — type : one-shot

ৎ୭ — genre : fluff

ৎ୭ — warnings : none

ৎ୭ — word count : 856

//tag list : @a-chaotic-dumbass @rurifangirl

“Mizuki!’’

“Hey! I didn’t even do anything this time!’’

You have to bite back a laugh as you spare a glance towards your grinning boyfriend who sits upon his futon. He knew exactly what he was doing - and yet he dared to give you those innocent eyes? The little snake.

“Uhuh, you’ve said that the last three times.’’ Unable to fight back the smile, you pick up your detailing brush to make a quick fix due to his sudden, uncalculated movement. “Well, I’ve meant it all three times!’’ Allowing himself to ease, Mizuki lets his shoulders relax once again. “Alright, alright. I won’t move again.’’ “Are you sure?” You peep at him from the canvas, shooting him a playful glare.

“Yes, yes I’m sure! Now paint me like one of your Tanuki girls!’’

That alone made you toss your head back in laughter before you could even stop yourself. “Quit it!’’ You manage after a fit of joy. “At this rate, I’ll never finish the piece if you keep being like that.’’ “Being like what? The love of your life?” “Mizuki.’’ A smile graces your lips as you give him another ‘warning’ look before you promptly return to your painting.

It appeared that the snake had settled down and distracted himself by staring off to the side of the wall. You’d admit, you knew from the get-go that this wouldn’t be a smooth-sailings session. After all, you had been with Mizuki long enough to know just how hyper he could be. In fact, it was one of the many things you loved about it. That didn’t mean that it made your job any easier, but at the same time - he was making this quite enjoyable.

Growing accustomed to the quiet once more, you instead allow your gaze to focus back onto the canvas - every so often glancing at your muse. You couldn’t help the small pink that had found its way across your cheeks - Mizuki was stunning, after all. However, it was only when you sat down and truly got to concentrate on him in such a way, were you able to appreciate his good looks. His gleeful eyes that shimmered like that of emeralds, his snow-white locks that perfectly framed his face and his pale skin, like that of porcelain. Every detail, every indent, every aspect - you tried to capture it all within this one painting.

If anything. . . This was an act of love.

You had become so lost in your world of thoughts and brush strokes that you were completely caught off guard when a sudden pop echoed throughout the room. With a few blinks, you theorise that perhaps you had just heard wrong. Pop.

Nope, you definitely heard right.

You pry your eyes away from the painting for the umpteenth time to face the shikigami who now began making the ‘popping’ noise with his lips. *Wow, he really couldn’t sit still - could he?* “Mizuki,’’ you call. “Huh?” At this point, it appeared as though he was subconsciously allowing himself to do such things. With a giggle, you shake your head. “Is it that hard for you to sit still?’’

“Hey! I’m trying you know,’’ playfully, he pouts. “Lucky you, you get to paint and have fun! I’m sitting here doing nothing ~” He whines, although you knew he was merely pulling your leg. If this was too much for him, he wouldn’t have agreed in the first place and would most likely have requested you stop by now. “Uhuh, well I guess I am having fun. I get to paint my beautiful boyfriend.’’

“Aww shucks, you’re going to make me go all red!’’ The snake exclaims in over-exaggeration as he brings his hand up to his cheek, only to quickly put it back in its original place before you notice. “Uhuh,’’ you coo. “Well, it is my job.’’ Once again, you allow yourself to get sucked into the world of colour and technique, you were determined to finish this piece today so that you could impress your loving boyfriend. Yet once again, you’re dragged out of your little artist zone once a newfound humming meets your ears. Now he was swaying.

“Mizuki!’’

“Whaaaaat?!”

You both release a laugh as you finally place the paintbrush down and rise from your chair. “You know, Mister. You are a very difficult muse.’’ Kneeling onto his futon, you place your hands on his shoulders. In an instant, his hands find your wrists in a gentle hold. “I’m trying my best. It’s difficult to sit still and just stare at you, you know.’’ He murmurs, leaning his head in and nuzzling against yours. “You’d make me all flustered if I were to do that.’’

Your cheeks burn with a blush before a giggle leaves your lips. “Oh Mizuki,’’ you sigh, leaning in to give him a small peck. “Never change.’’ All you receive is a small pout before he pulls you forward.

“No fair, I think I deserve waaaayyy more than just a little peck, as a reward for being your muse!’’ With a playful roll of your eyes, you lean in: granting his request and showering him with kisses.

[kippykasey]

Smile to Remember

Summary: Taking your daughter trick or treating helps forget about the divorce but so does that smile.

Word Count: 1042

Character: Reader (might be suggested to be F), Reader's daughter, Dean

More Spoops from Kippy's Spoopy Saturday's

The halls were bare. The house wasn’t decorated like the other homes on the street for the scary holiday. Maybe it was because this house was not yet a home. No, it was filled with what little was left after the crushing divorce for someone you had shared years with and started a family with. The child, your darling little girl, was for once not wearing the normal frown on her face that had become such a normal sight during the duration of the divorce. No, for once she was a ball of sunshine as excitement bubbled out of her. After all she was about to drag her mother to every house in the neighborhood. The same neighborhood that you had grown up in and attended high school in.

Your daughter skipped over to where you sat on the floor working on fixing the tiara that she accidentally broke by putting her princess costume on too early. She plopped the cheesy, purple witch hat onto your head.

“Is it done yet mommy? I see kids outside.” She asks rocking on the balls of her feet.

You look up at the clock on the wall to see it was only four minutes passed the start time of the local trick-or-treating time. It was going to be a long night, you deemed at once in that moment. Yet you would do anything for your girl so walking around the fake grave yard, spider web infested, overpriced Halloween decorated homes to get her some candy that you couldn’t budget in at the moment, well it just seemed worth it all the more.

“Almost. Go put your shoes on and get your bag for the candy.” You tell the girl as you hold the pieces in place so the glue sets.

The girl runs off and returns as you get off the ground. Together you make your way out of your small home, a house you remembered to once belong to a nice old woman with a beautiful garden. You guided your little girl up and down the sidewalks, to and from homes, and knocking on doors when she got too shy to do so herself.

Maybe an hour into walking the neighborhood you reached the house that your parents once owned and keeled down to your little girl. “This is the house mommy lived in when she was little. You know that little scare on my arm? I got it from falling out of that tree right there.” You point to the tree in the front yard that currently was wrapped in fake spiderwebs with plastic spiders hanging from the branches.

“You lived here? Whoa!” The little girl grinned and then swiftly pulled you up the walkway of the house. The home now was owned by a young couple and they had a dog that your daughter eagerly asked to pet, forgetting about the candy.

As you entered the opposite side of your neighborhood your mind drifted to memories of a bright smile, green eyes, and a black Impala. Your daughter surprisingly was not yet tired, or maybe it was the beginning of a sugar high. She was skipping along next to you pointing to housed she wanted to go to.

“Alright princess,” You sighed to your self the day starting to weigh on you. “Time to head on home.”

Your daughter instantly began to whine. “Not yet. One more, please? Pretty please mommy.” She looked up at you with wide eyes and a pouted lip, her hands clasped together.

You smile slightly and nod your head. “Okay. But only one more. We still have a long walk back home.”

The bright smile spread across the little girls face as she grabbed your hand and quickly dragged you up the narrow path up to the porch of the next home that was decorated simply with carved pumpkins, scarecrows, and orange lights. As you look up at the house there was something familiar about it that tickled the back of your memories but just didn’t register. Your daughter readied her bag as you reached out and knocked on the door. The door opened prompting the ‘trick-or-treat’ to come out of your little princess.

However your eyes locked onto the man who opened the door, a bright crooked grin and shining green eyes. The same eyes and smile that you always think about when you think about the very town you now live in. The same eyes and smile that got you to say ‘yes’ to prom. The eyes and smile of Dean Winchester.

“Well if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” You greet internally cringing at how surprised you sound at seeing him.

“Good to see you too, baby. And what does this little princess want? Chocolate? Skittles?” He chuckles lowly turning from you to your daughter holding out the cauldron of dwindling candy for your daughter to choose from. Your daughter choose her Twizzlers, dropping them into her bag of candy.

“What do you say dear?” You nudge her shoulder glancing at Dean who had yet to drop that breathtaking smile, did he know what it did to you, even after all this time?

“Thank you sir.” The little girl smiled up at him and he dramatically bowed to her.

“You’re welcome your majesty. Would Mother witch like something?” Dean stood back up turning his attention back towards you.

“No thank you.” You shook your head, if you want candy you can always take something from your daughter’s later.

“How about coffee, and a ride in the Impala?” The way he tilted his head, rose an eyebrow just slightly as he tucked the candy cauldron under his arm it brought a smile to your face.

“You drive a hard bargain Winchester. Come by Ol’ Mrs. Roes tomorrow for some hot chocolate and maybe we can have that car ride.” You suggest as you slowly walk backwards with your daughter pulling on your arm.

Dean’s smile was on your mind for the walk home. The same smile that gave you butterflies leaving you feeling like a little kid again. The same smile that was just what you needed to remind you of the happiness left in the world. Or the right person and maybe finally the right time.

[sinscrivener]

Niss is surprised when he gets spooped by none other then the Great Sir Pentious one night when he believed he was alone

Work Text:

My time with the Sniper gave me much needed skills to venture forth upon the ground.

Impervious skills that helped me become one with the shadows, silent like a ghost, as good a Hitman as my teacher, Arackniss was!

Okay~

I wouldn't go that far but STILL!

He didn't see me coming!

I actually had him unawares!

Sitting on the rooftop where it was he was housed for this Job, looking longingly at the stars~

He wouldn't know what hit him and it was the Master who would be taught by his Student tonight how well he'd taken in his words~

I slither along the darker part of the roof, keeping myself flat upon the ground.

I observed he wasn't armed to the teeth and thus kept quiet in my approach.

If he had I wouldn't be so quiet, I like my head upon my shoulders~

So, carefully, not making a sound, I lifted up to my full height, towering above his turned back and flared my hood!

"Little Sssssniper~"

He bristles but tries not to show he's startled, voice calm, collected as always, "Gotten pretty damn good at dat, Pen!"

I go to say my appreciation for his compliment, only to be greeted by the tiny charcoal spider staring me face to face, main two eyes burning with affection, standing on my chest, basically weightless.

"Just don't let your guard down-" He pecked my lips and smiled tenderly, "Got it Noodle?"

"Understood, Sssssir~"

"How'ja find me anyway?" He asks with a proud look on his face and I puff up feeling important, being asked how I, Sir Pentious found such a Sinner as Arackniss.

"I didn't stop looking at rooftopsss~"

He chuckles and I giggle in return.

"I learned from the best, how elssse?" I hiss sweetly, holding him in my arms, pressing him to my chest, his legs locking behind me, arms wrapping around me in return.

"I'm proud of you~" He runs a hand along my hood, as if pushing back a strand of hair. "Very proud~"

I shy my face some but beam.

A compliment like that from such an established Killer, from someone who made me seek the ground more often now, I couldn't help but let it settle within my heart and let me float through the skies whence I came~

@gimme-a-thrust

❛ how did you find me? ❜ - Angel and Niss? If not, maybe PentNiss! (Gimme-A-Thrust)

how did you find me? ❜ - Angel and Niss? If not, maybe PentNiss! (Gimme-A-Thrust)

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(Ganna do both~💕💕💕)

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(Set in the past when Arackniss is Johnny and Angel Dust is lil Tony and Molly~)

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I can't believe I left them with him!

Sure they were hidden away but STILL!

What would Mama think if she knew I'd abandoned my siblings with that raging psychopath?

I hold myself tighter at this thought and begin to rock.

She'd be so disappointed in me!

"Johnny?" I hear from outside the slide I hid underneath and feel a cold grip take over my heart.

"Tony!?"

"Told'ja he was here, Molly~" I hear my little kid brother boast before I see his little face peeking in at me and my sad scared form.

"Tony.. Molly.. How did'ja find me?" I ask, scrambling out to capture my siblings in my arms.

"It was Tony who followed you, Johnny, said he saw you do dis a couple of times n wanted to be sure you were okay~" Molly says innocently, snuggling her soft little face into my bruised chest.

"You fucken crazy idiota! You crazy CRAZY idiota!!!"

"I told you's to hi-" I go to scold but am stopped as Tony curls up into my arms next and together with his twin sister, comforts me to the best of their abilities. 

"Can we stay here for a bit, Johnny?"

"That would be fun! Can we please?"

"Ya, we play uptop n' you's be our guard below!"

"I wanna be the Princess!" And in the blink of an eye, their childish naivety takes hold and they are off~

I can't help myself but crack a little smile as the two hurriedly climb up the playset I'd run to for shelter, both now intent on getting to the 'Top' first!

I never learned how Tony had followed me that night but since he learned where I went when I ran, it became our little sanctuary. 

Our castle, our home~

Me, Tony, and Molly's own little world~

"I can see all of Brook from here, Johnny!" Tony calls out, looking as if he could indeed see the whole State from the little platform above my head.

"I wanna see, let me see!" Molly whines, nudging Tony aside to see for herself this 'Brooklyn' her brother saw beyond.

"Dats not Brooklyn, Tony! Dats the Kingdom!"

"Well eeeeeexcuse me, Princess!"

I'd give the two time to enjoy themselves whilst I collected myself-

Pops would calm down sometime soon, and I couldn't stay away no matter how hard I wished. 

So until then, I sat before the slide and guarded like a loyal knight would his Castle~

Just so's the two playing pretend above could have something I never got at their age.

A moment to be kids. A moment to relax. A moment to pretend that everything was right with the world~

[rurifangirl]

Y'ALL WE GOT NOTHER BITCH FINNALYYYY

Name: Liam.

Age: 23.

Sexuality and gender: Bisexual, trans man.

Species: Gorgon.

Occupation: Guardian.

Pronouns: He/him.

Height: 4.26m (15 feet).

Birthday: 3 October.

Likes: Ducks, waterfalls,sand.

Dislikes: Squeaky sounds, arrows, insects.

Personality: Protector of the 4th floor, Liam has done everything in his power to protect his people, even if that meant straining away from them. His avoidant and shy attitude don't make him the best in coversations, but he is a good listener. Overall gloomy, but good at heart.

Weapons/Abilities

He uses a schyte for combact (though rarely; and It Is a normal schyte w/o nothing special).

Then of course, being a gorgon he can turn people who meet his gaze in stone. Though, differently from the original gorgons, he can control whether to turn people in stone or not. But, if in high concentration of any emotion (even happyness or sadness), they'll turn in stone either way.

Further info under the cut <3

The other lil stuff/bit of background 🐍

So as I've said earlier, he's the fourth floor's guardian, and in contrapposition to Vox he isn't really seen well. By all means, he still Is respected by most, it's just that his relationship with humans Is,, complicated to say the least.

Even with previous guardians the relationship was rocky, so Liam simply adapted to the situation, and didn't mind the distance. Though, he was still pretty curious, and couldn't help but sometimes interact with humans.

And before you may ask yes, his eyes that look like scared cat eyes are intentional. He might seem to stare at your soul but rly he's just looking normally. He Is pretty self co ncious of that though so Liam tries not to look eye to eye.

Anyways ducks ducks ducks ducks -

He loves those silly little dudes just . Swimming around where he resides . And gives sometimes some bread y'know

Oh and speaking on how he gets food: It's mainly through offerings, since there are several lil altars. When It's night, he approaches them and boom cool stuff and some bread.

Random thought but for the italian folks i think he'd adore peach estàthe.

He easly gets stuck between branches, as he often forgets just how tight the gap between two tree's branches are.

It's not unusual for him to bathe in waters like rivers or lakes, though sometimes It gets more lonely than usual.

Since he doesn't talk much, he might have trouble with pronouncing or rarely remembering words, so It'd be better to let him have enough time to express himself.

Tags: @a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @spooping-around-liyue @edensrose @nadi-117 @dopesaladlady @audre-falrose @yourlocalcowboy @flowergarden1 @infraaa

[spoopdeedoop]

I discovered your channel through your skeppy animatic and absolutely loved that video, and i still love it to this day (because im clingy),,,,

your work and artstyle and especially your artstyle wtf its so pretty—but they inspired and inspires me so much, so i want to thank you for all the things youve done. Youre a massive inspiration to me and im so glad i found your channel that day, rewatching that animatic too many times over. Just—thank you so much, Spoop. :)/gen

okay i'm scared to answer compliments like these because i'm worried my answer will come out as generic but this was so genuine and aa

i'm so honoured i was your inspiration!! to be one of the people inspiring others was a goal i don't think i ever thought i could reach so this is really cool dshkdfkhf my nine year old self would be so amazed

thank you so much for the kind words it really means a lot :)