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xoxoamyas · 2 years ago

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`` A Little Promise ,,

rating : more neutral zone than anything, potentially fluff leaning? petnames [ darling and dear ] are used on reader. there are mild hints to reader being a vampire.

fae!wilbur x vampire!gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ . after some walking through the forest you come across a little ring. an odd little man pops from it and wants your name. <3

note : this is another potential series that I really liked, might continue it and go more in depth with it since that's what this is mostly set up for but i'm kinda uncertain about it right now.

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You hadn't meant for this to happen.

You had been walking through the forest, clutching the light jacket you wore close to you. Pretending you were cold, wanting to feel just a bit more alive than you were. The moonlight shines through nicely through the tree's overhead, providing a soft light to walk with.

You hadn't realized it right away, but the ringing in your ears was enough to identify what you had nearly walked into.

You looked down at the ring of mushrooms, furrowing your brows. You were about a foot or so away from it, moving to back off since you were not in the mood to deal with some potential over their head prick of a fae.

Past experiences say to run, that you don't need a deal. Knowing better than that as you backed off, hoping you hadn't alarmed the fae that the ring belonged to.

Yet, of course, as you choose a new direction to go in, fate just loves you.

“Why hello there. Where are you headed at this time of night?” The Fae's accent throws you off, not used to such put together accents. Pausing in your steps, silently complaining as you begrudgingly turn a bit. Eyes flickering over the brunette within the ring.

He was definitely along the lines of being considered wealthy. He looked healthy, hair tended to and cared for, looking so soft and curly. A flower crown that was slightly tilted along his head, it was a wonder it hadn't fallen off. Ears pointed at the tips, visibly attentive. Brown eyed gaze flickering curiously over your form.

He definitely seemed deal deprived.

You can feel a slight twinge of annoyance, pushing it down just slightly. Never be rude to the fae. The words echo in your mind. There were too many rules to them, in your opinion.

“I'm just travelling by.” You hum, trying to humour him without seeming on edge. Briefly moving to hold your jacket closer to yourself, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

“So late? And alone at that?” His question made something uneasy roll through you.

“It's nothing to worry about, I'm fine travelling by myself.” The words fall off your tongue with ease, like honey made from a bee. Words you've said countless times before.

“Well, stay, have a chat. I'd love to make your acquaintance, assuming you're not in a hurry?” He's trying to smile, give a friendly appearance in contrast to looks given to you before.

You were already regretting humouring the man.

“Sure, I don't see why not.” You offer no more than a strained smile, trailing closer but staying out of arm's reach. Finding a conveniently placed rock to sit on, crossing your legs. “Where did you come from? You weren't there before I turned around.” You want to seem human, even if you knew there was an energy that differed between the alive and un-dead. Hoping that he wouldn't recognize the difference at all.

He just raises a brow, hiding any disappointment he had about you not stepping closer. Tilting his head as he just slightly leaned back and crossed his arms behind his back. He's looking for traces of something other than confusion.

“Certainly, you've heard of the fae before? As well as their realm?” Of course you had, but you don't answer right away. Purposely thinking a bit longer than necessary. “Tell me you're not oblivious.” He suddenly speaks with a more neutral tone, clearly unamused as he slightly squints his eyes at you.

“It's the twenty-first century, man, I dunno what to tell you. Fae aren't exactly discussed often.” You frown, shrugging a bit. It wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't a lie, either. You had spoken to theorists before, but never anybody on the younger side outside of those who wrote certain stories.

That.. clearly wasn't something that he liked to hear. You sit there and watch as he basically tensed up before forcing himself to smile and relax. He's visibly annoyed, and you're ready to skedaddle. You wish it was as easy as that.

“Well that's.. certainly something.” He moves to instead clasp his hands together in front of him.

There's an awful pause as you just let the fae collect his thoughts. Before you know it, he takes a steadying and more confident breath, smiling in a more natural and relaxed manner now.

“Darling, I have to ask,” He starts, voice smooth as the words fall out of his mouth with ease. You can feel the hair on the back of your neck stick up a bit. “What do I call you? If we're to be friends, I'd like to know what I can call my acquaintance.”

It's an odd feeling that suddenly goes through the air, the forest essentially growing silent around you both. He's giving a patient look, likely an illusion to hide any annoyance. You're just giving a fairly blank yet thoughtful look in return, to many years under your belt to know better than to give the fae your name.

“Well, there's plenty you could call me.” You hum just slightly, tilting your head the tiniest bit as your eyes flickered over him. Practically feeling the energy surrounding the small area's vicinity waver.

You weren't entirely lying, anyway. Especially since you've been called name after name by various people over the centuries.

Never give the fae your name, the words linger in your mind. A reminder not to trust the man with your name lest he gives his first.

“Your name, dear.” He's more to the point with it, trying not to seem dejected or frustrated that you hadn't just said your name.

“Well, what can I call you?” You ask, moving to rest your chin in the palm of your hand. Seeing the slight twitch to one of his hands, a moment of silent satisfaction flowing through her.

“Wil, you can call me Wil, darling.” He's trying to be charming, thinking he may get your name.

The name he gave you was nothing more than an incomplete name, a nickname. You just give him a nickname of your own in return, making you even. He recognized it instantly, a nickname you held close to you yet you hardly used or identified with.

“You don't trust me?” Wil asks, placing a hand over his heart as he frowns, feigning hurt.

“It's not that I don't trust you,” You frown a bit, standing from the rock after a second of glancing at the sky. “I just don't know you, and you don't know me.” When you look at him again, you almost regret speaking. A slight spark passed through his gaze.

“Then get to know me. Promise to come back again tomorrow night or the night after, talk with me. I'll be here, and I promise to be open with you in return.” There it is, the deal that he likely wants. A chance for him to get every piece of what he wanted from you. It makes you want to turn and run, but something about the idea is enticing.

You're severely going to regret this. “I promise to come back in a couple nights.” and just like that, the air settles as the deal is made. Feeling the magic snap and basically bond to your soul. Another burden to carry.

Wil is happy, though, practically unable to hold back a grin. “Oh, how lovely! I'll think of some things for us to talk about, then, darling. Just you wait.” There's something beneath his tone, worse than mischief.

“Alright.. I'll see you around, then.” You offer an awkward smile. Waving in return when he waves you off with his own big smile.

What did you just sign yourself up for?

You really needed a snack after that.

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toiletwipes · 3 years ago

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villain by the devil's law

[01 - you're no stranger]

[A/N: its in first pov, a little bit of spooky hanky panky going around and you stumble into an old friend <3 also let me know if you want to be tagged!]

~3.2k. ao3 link. masterlist

Summary: Taking your grandfather's spot as owner of that old cabin has consequences apparently! Spooky bumps and creaks, nothing past creepy- until it does. Just a little bit.

“Gramps, listen, I’m grown, I’ve got the mechanic and the neighbor’s number memorized, and should anything go wrong, I’ll give you a shout, okay? Okay, love you, bye-eeeeee!” It’s one thing, I roll my neck, wincing at the couple of cracks and pops it gives as I place my now silent phone on the old table. A table that is now mine, technically.

Legally.

I could do whatever I wanted with this table.

With this house.

It’s suddenly a much bigger house than it actually is.

But, shivering the nerves away, flicking my fingertips as I give a spin in the cluttered home, humming to myself as I try to find any other boxes I need to unpack. Gramps left more than half of his furniture, said something about meaning a lot to be able to come home when he was tired. Whenever that would be, he added with a shy smile. A shy smile and the warmest hug he’d ever give. Waving him bye at the airport more than a few hours away from his- I mean, my home meant I’d get to sleep in the early hours in the morning after shoving the last of my things in the back of my dull Sedan.

The shine on her had waived away over the years but it’s fine. She handles the extra weight fine, and she gets me home in one piece. That’s all I ask of her.

But getting home had led to unpacking till midnight, and perhaps the early hours for Gramps in one of the many cities he’d talked about, and getting a call from said Gramps. Wondering how I’m doing in this lonesome cabin all by myself. It took five minutes of sweet words and rock-solid logic to get him off the phone and head to bed— or maybe, talk to that nice man that he’d met on the plane.

So that’s where we’re at right now.

Late hours in the night, spinning in a cabin I never thought I’d own, all by myself. Set to live however I want. It’s a lot to happen in the span of a month but a new change in pace is actually what I needed at the moment. And though I feel if I spin once more, dwell on the fact that my closest neighbor is literally miles away, I might puke, I’m not sure I can pull myself to be anything less than happy. For me and Gramps.

All he ever wanted was to see the world, and with the house paid for, and actually being looked after, given away to someone who would love it as much as he did, and the money he’d saved all these years… What was to stop him but actually leave?

Course I cried, I’d miss him like crazy but more than anything I’m happy for him. It’s a literal dream come true for him. The smile and the joy on his face- it’d been worth the hectic, crazy month. It was worth it all. He deserved it all.

And now that I’ve stopped spinning, holding onto the counter as I pressed a hand into my chest, I can find some peace for myself. Looking up, my eyes trail over dizzy visions of the kitchen counters, over the fridge and stove, and over the glass door leading to the backyard.

Oh, the backyard.

Growing up here, visiting during all of the holidays I could, the backyard had always been my favorite. A hammock hanging between two large trees in the middle of a beautiful garden, daffodils and azaleas and daylilies, and then the picnic table he built himself. The various statues littering the backyard. And of course, when it's night time, I can see the little lanterns strung across the fences, the ones hanging high above my head. And then, at the edge of the yard, I can make out the beginning of the forest, an old, creaky gate separating the two of us.

Sometimes I’m grateful, other times I’m not. Sometimes I’m curious to see what would leak through and spill into my world. What creatures would drape itself in the garden, what force would be so bright, that I’d shield my eyes, leave them be to enjoy the hard labors of my grandfather.

Other times I listen at night and I’m more than grateful for the rickety gate shielding me and the cabin. I don’t like the silence at night.

Because when I was younger I could never get the noise to quiet, no fan, no song could cover the sound of life just outside of my window.

Now, I realize with a chill in my spine, smoothing out the duvet on my mattress, it’s quiet. Actually quiet.

I’d peek out of the window to see what’s going on but the thought of someone watching me made me turn around, trip over a variety of clutter on the floor, and draw the curtains blind.

Crawling into my bed, now assured that should anything peek into my window, they’d find nothing but navy fabric blocking their vision, I settle into the sheets with a soft sigh. My eyes close as I reach for the remote I left on the bed, pressing the top, embedded button that turns the lights off, leaving me in the darkness.

Shifting in the sheets, I lay on my side, curling up and pressing my face into the pillow, slipping into unconsciousness. Though, if I had fallen asleep a little later, I would’ve heard the sound of a gate opening.

The next morning is filled with exciting activities, such as breakfast of two eggs that makes me rush to the bathroom barely an hour later, tending to the online college class I was almost finished with, and sitting in the backyard, brushing my bare foot against the soft grass while I read in the hammock.

Just as it was before, nothing has changed much. Except Gramps wasn’t home because he had to run to the store really quick, nor was he bringing over my younger cousins who resolutely had nothing to do with me. He was in a different country, living life to the fullest, and I’m here.

The reality doesn’t sit in until dinner comes around, where I make a sad little sandwich, too much peanut butter and not nearly enough strawberry jam. Juice does little for me, the pulp too much for me to enjoy the beverage.

Yet, sitting outside while the sun had lazily kissed me goodnight and waved the trees bye, disappearing over the horizon and the cool breeze of the night settling in… it was a sight to see.

I’m looking around as I clear my mess on the picnic table, shooing away the ants there, catching the sight of an open gate. It swings in the sway of the wind, sometimes catching on the grass but it’s- it’s open. Unlocked. My face scrunches up in thought, setting the platter and cup on the table before heading over to the gate. The wood doesn’t feel any different, the lock clicks shut, but I haven’t even touched the fence, much less open the gate. And you’d need the key that sits in the prettiest bowl by the front door. Walking back to the picnic table, I listen to the chitter of the trees, no doubt talking about how dumb I must look.

Maybe I did unlock it and forgot to close it, I think more to myself as I take the dishes inside, double checking the door is locked behind me. Because what are the other options? A racoon sneaking inside of the house, taking that specific key, unlocking the gate and exiting through there, because if I am correct… I check the bowl by the door and yeah, the key is still there. It’s still there and the racoon put it back the way it was before leaving.

But forgot to close it… right.

I sigh to myself, dragging a hand down my face as I look around the place. I’d worry more about it but it’d always been like this at Gramps’ place. Strange things happening with no reason as to why. Things you couldn’t just explain away.

And when my mom had asked why he didn’t just move if he didn’t like it, once when we were visiting and I was eavesdropping, he didn’t really give an answer. Had its charm, he said. Liked the weird, strange happenings.

I liked it too, and liked to pretend I could cause some of it. He always humored me, which is something I always appreciated.

Mom hadn’t.

It’s whatever, I wave the thoughts away, tucking a towel into my arm with a change of clothes, looking around for last minute items before heading into the bathroom.

One of the best things, I found out growing up here, that the movies had reason to place the reading in the tub. Best things I could do right now, losing myself in the floating feeling of the water and in a story somebody had so kindly woven together for me to enjoy.

Ten minutes pass by and there’s a knock at the back door. The book comes away from my face, as I listen again. Could be my overactive imagination, couldn’t it? Couldn’t be anything else. Maybe it’s the racoon?

Several knocks sound out and I force myself to get out, wrapping the towel around me. The book tossed aside as I exit the room, little steam billows out above me as I walk down the hallway. There’s nobody in their right mind who would knock at this time of night, at the back door, much less the only way you could get in is if you were nine feet tall to climb the fence or if you were a particularly handy racoon who could fiddle with my locks.

Rounding the corner, peeking just barely over the wall, I could see the door aaaaaaand… nothing. Though I wasn’t aware that my shoulders had scrunched up, they relaxed from the tension as I walked to the door. I could see my reflection, hair slightly damp and body absolutely dripping. I couldn’t see anybody else. The lanterns were on again, and the backyard, though notably dim in lighting, I’d still be able to see the perpetrator knocking on my door.

I stretch my neck to look around the hammock trees to see if-

Yeah.

Fuck.

I exhale, breath coming out shakier than a few minutes before. I turn around, throwing looks over my shoulders as I head to my room, bathroom be damned.

Shutting the door closed and locking it, I look around and immediately my sights are locked on the dresser. And yes, while I’m still naked, wrapped in nothing except a pathetic excuse of a towel, I shove the dresser to sit in front of my door. Turning to the window, I know there’s not much I can do there. It doesn’t open and the only way somebody is getting in is if they’re breaking the glass. The thought doesn’t leave much comfort, drawing the curtains to see if it does anything. It brings, again, little comfort.

I’m thoroughly shaking as I pull an old tee over my torso, slipping somebody else’s boxers over my ass. Tucking myself into the bed, I leave the light on.

It doesn’t help.

Fourteen hours later and I’m standing in the middle of the cereal aisle, staring down a box of sugary circles, daring me to get anything else, when somebody prods my shoulder with little kindness. I flinch, rubbing my shoulder as I turn to give this prick a piece of my mind when I realize who it is.

A kid I used to babysit while growing up here. She says my name with a wide smile, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. Though it’s been ten years since I’d seen her, I couldn’t forget the adventures she and I went on, and I’m…

Yes, I’m shocked. I have the right to be. I’m just getting groceries!

“It’s- wow, you’ve grown up so much Eileen,” I say, with a dropped jaw, bringing her in for a hug, never mind the box of Apple Jacks in my hand.

“More than you know,” she muses, the grin on her face tells more than her words. And a call of her name from a different aisle tugs at both of our attention, and she’s throwing a call of her own back. “What are you doing back, though, I thought your old man left town, said something about joining the circus?” I smile through a laugh.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he did, but uh, no, last I checked, he wasn’t in one, just- following the wind wherever it takes him, you know?” And then as she’s about to ask another question, somebody tall with a squealing toddler in their arms turns around the corner of the aisle and Eileen’s attention turns away from me completely.

Speaking with honey lacing her voice, it was clear the squealing baby had found who she was looking for. “ Hi baby girl, there you are, didn’t Daddy tell you I was gonna be right back?” She gives him a look.

He kissed her on the forehead, “and she told me that it couldn’t wait.”

Turning back to me, she tucks herself into the side of this man, this Daddy who sends me a curious look. “Baby, this is who I was telling you about the other day, my dad’s old friend, this is his grandkid, used to babysit me and everything.” And when she peels herself away, she drapes an arm across my shoulder, squeezing as she laughs and giggles with her baby.

“A mom?” I can’t help the shock on my face. The last time I’d seen her she was digging her nails into a mud pie, squirming and whining about the wiggling worms underneath her fingers. She was covered in dirt like I was as we ran through the forest behind Gramps’ cabin. She used to kiss frogs!

“Yeah, surprised me too!” She elbows me with a belly laugh. And when her baby reached out, Momma introduced me. “Say hi, baby,” she gives a little tickle and the darling thing tucks her head into her momma’s neck. Eileen sends me a sweet smile, “she’s a little shy with new people.”

I shrug it off, unable to keep the smile off my face, “I would be too, what’s her name, by the way?”

Eileen’s smile only grows, “Name’s Honey, too sweet to be anything else, huh?” And looking at the little girl, it’s clear it fits her well.

“Sure does,” I say and then turn to the man standing in front of me, who’d been patiently watching the interaction with adoring eyes. “And you must be?” I ask, sticking my hand out.

“Garth, nice to meet you,” he smiles warmly, pulling my hand into a firm hug, and I have to laugh it out, patting his back as he does mine. Pulling away, Eileen is quick to take the spot between us both, Honey staring at me with wide eyes from her momma’s neck.

“Pleasure,” and as I’m about to say anything else, Garth’s phone rings, and he pulls it out, checking the name on the phone and gives me a polite nod, he turns away, answering it.

I turn to Eileen, waiting till she looks at me for a second before I ask, “so, married yet?” Eileen’s smile isn’t big but it’s excited, aiming it downwards to her kid.

“Wanted to wait until Honey was either bigger or, I don’t know, the right time for the ceremony. I mean, the certificate was already signed before she was even thought of- but, we both wanted to wait till she could remember it, you know?” Eileen’s too sweet, I tell her so. I tell her her family is going to give me cavities and Honey starts to clap when her momma laughs.

“Hey, Mom’s starting to wonder where we’re at,” Garth says coming back after the call, and Eileen nods and turns back to me.

“We’re having a little barbeque, you’re welcome to join if you want.” And it’s… You want to think about it, want to come off as casual. But the thought of going back to the cabin and getting freaked out again… you’re less than casual.

“As long as you don’t mind!” I say, nodding so fast my vision blurs for a second, and though Honey seems to be the only to notice the raise in volume, she doesn’t make a mention of it. Eileen shushes me, tells me it’s no bother, that I’m always welcome.

“Did you drive here?” She asks and the thought of walking to the grocery store, the three miles of a dirt road, the edge of a forest, and myself? No way I would’ve lasted long before rushing back to my beat up Sedan. “Here, Garth, give her the address,” and he does, even sends it through a text to my phone, giving me both of theirs.

“You can change if you want, but I think you look great so head over whenever you’re ready!” Eileen says, kissing my cheek goodbye and squeezing my shoulders again, Garth giving another hug and Honey waving shyly goodbye. I’m left in the cereal aisle with Apple Jacks in my hand.

I bite my lip bringing up the hand holding my phone and press the bone of my wrist into my mouth, thinking long and hard if I want to go change. There was still the thought of needing to clean the bathroom. No doubt the tub needed to be drained but…

Gramps, forgive me, I’ve never been scared to be in that house but right now it’s a little… A little too much.

I check out with cereal, a few bags of chips and bottled teas, fully prepared to leave it all in the back. And when I get back to my car, I check the trunk and I’m just slightly grateful for leaving my overnight bag in there. The flannel and jeans beat the dark sweats and baggy tee, I change inside the store, ignoring the pointed look I got from someone who looked three steps out of the first boutique known to mankind.

I ended up with the flannel going over my tee but still, I’m a little more presentable after I changed and splashed water in my face.

I was not ignoring my problems. I was not running away from my grandfather’s house that he left me. A house I don’t have to worry about losing. I was not at all worried about what’s going to happen after the barbeque is over and I have to go home. I am not worried about tonight at all.

I breathe in and out as I pull out of the parking spot, beginning the drive to Eileen’s. I am completely fine.

Opening my eyes after a slow blink, I have to slam the breaks before I hit this strange person in the middle of the street. He doesn’t say anything, just turns the slightest in my direction and says something, and with my windows up, that I cannot hear. It’s when he’s out of the way that I start moving, pulling to the edge of the store’s parking lot when I glance behind me.

He’s nowhere to be found in the somewhat empty lot. Not nearly close enough to be walking inside of the store already.

I let out the shakiest laugh I’ve to offer, mumbling a bunch of curses as I try to shove that into the back of my head. “Completely fine, yeah, yeah, nothing to worry about. Totally fine.”

Utterly fine.

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ratticus-the-emperor · 3 years ago

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okay giving my yuu's personalities- let's goo florist!yuu: the mom friend. will buy you mcdonald's and bake you treats but if you dare ruin their plants they'll use your body as fertilizer. most functioning of all my yuus because they touch the most grass. will ground you if misbehaving but the grounding is giving you a healthy sleep schedule. aggressively affectionate to people who need it but is also very judgemental. ghibli!yuu: chill vibes. has the coveted ability to be able to sleep in class, not only get away with it and remain a straight a student. those a's are a-'s however. very calming voice, will get you to fall asleep in their presence in the blink of and eye and steal your valuables and the most emotionally mature. (AKA leona's favourite person) wilbur!yuu: handsome/beautiful, talented chaos gremlin. has a tierlist of which type of sand is the best sand to eat. multilingual, likes to watch videos about conspiracy theories and dark web mysteries. that one older sibling who always teases you.

immortal!yuu: lowkey bff's with lilia because they're both old as hell. the oldest of my yuu's but is 3rd in immaturity. almost good at everything, amazing at spotting opportunities of sparking chaos and even more amazing at causing the chaos. crowley's worst nightmare and adeuce's favourite person. yuu knows they can stop adeuce from whatever chaos they get themselves in before it happens but they won't. they make it worse. phantom!yuu: most immature. grim's favourite. has stolen monstro lounge's food stock 5 times and has gotten away with it everytime. the class clown, most confident of my yuus and incredibly insecure about their parentage. don't asked them how they're half phantom/half human okay? just call them a phantom and move on. barista!yuu: mental state is hanging by a thread due to performing emotional labour everyday. so patient is scary but when that breaks it all erupts like krakatoa. consumes 21 shots of espresso daily, hasn't slept in 8 weeks but still somehow so beautiful? (2nd in immaturity. this is an eldrich chaos being in the form of a human. they have ascended to imoortality due to their rage and they long to end their life but fate won't let them die) halfling!yuu: despite earning the award for 2nd most tragic backstory (that'll be 1st if i don't do cryptid!yuu) they're actually one of the more normal? i mean yes they're a little unhinged with a lot of repressed inner rage but slow to anger and only throws tantrums when having a bad day (like when they arrived in nrc) but if it's nothing serious they just sulk a lot. hot and beautiful/handsome as hell, vil's 2nd greatest enemy and a little like vox akuma in terms of being flirty with dirty humour. bonds with malleus in being lonely with no friends because everyone's intimidated of them.

#immortal yuu #ghibli yuu #wilbur yuu #florist yuu #phantom yuu #barista yuu #half-demon/fae yuu #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #yuu #my yuus

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supernatural-bias · 4 years ago

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So you think you might have gotten lost. What was once a calming walk in the woods to help your mind unwind for a bit, has turned stressful because you decided to wander off the path for a bit. Normally you go into these woods to get rid of the stress that has build up for the day. Working 9-5 in an office is fine and all but my god it is not worth the headaches you always end up getting at the end of the day, and today was the worst. Your boss decided to give you a much bigger workload then what you normally have and then gets mad at you when you can get it all done at the end of the day! Like what the hell man??

So that's how you found yourself in this situation. He wanted to take a walk like normal but decided to stray off the path because you weren't ready to go home yet. You're kind of regretting it now because it's almost dark and you have no idea how to get back onto the path. Cherry on top this whole thing is that there's no signal where you are so you can't call for any kind of help. Mabye if you wander for a bit you can find someone.

You keep walking because staying in one spot really isn't going to help you at this point. As you continue on you notice the trees start to get denser, which is a bit odd because you know the forest isn't that big. At least not big enough to start getting super dense. Feeling a little unnerved you turn around to try and stay out of dense area because the last thing you need is a bear or big cat deciding "hey look free snack!" But the second you turn the area behind you is also dense.

Now thoroughly freaked out you have no idea what to do because suddenly there doesn't seem to be a way out and it's getting dark fast. Before you start to panic however you you hear something, is that an instrument? There's an instrument being played that means someone is playing it, maybe they can help you.

Start to walk towards the sound hoping but the person playing the instrument is nice and not some crazy murderer. Normally you wouldn't just go up to random strangers like this but again what else can you do? You're pretty stuck until you find some kind of help. Although you can't shake the feeling of unease in your chest as you get closer to the sound. Something doesn't feel right.

Before you can even think about turning back you reach a small clearing, and in the middle of the clearing is a man in the middle of a ring of mushrooms. The feeling from before is worse now but you don't know why. It's just a guy playing a guitar, what is so weird about that? Again with not much else you can do you step into the clearing to say hello. He looks up at you before you say anything and smiles.

"Hello"

You suddenly get chills. His voice sounds almost off, like it's not real? To perfect? You're unsure but it sounds almost wrong. But you shake away the thought and say hello back. You begin to walk closer to him and explain that you need help because you can't find your way out of the woods and need to get home. Closer you get to him you see more of his features. Curly brown hair, smoky brown eyes, and slightly pointed ears..? You stop just outside the strange mushroom circle and her replys.

"That sounds awful my dear, I'll gladly help you."

You smile and right before so can say thank you he says.

"Could I have your name?"

The unease that was once there before now quickly turns to dread. Why, he was only asking for you name. You open your mouth and tell him your name. And suddenly it feels like you just gave a large part of yourself away.

He smiles

(God I hope that was ok, I wanted to try something new)

❄

(I am this close to asking you to come be a co-author with me ngl- this was amazing.)

As soon as your name had left the comfortable confines of your chapped lips, it was as if your limbs had gotten lighter. You had no idea why it suddenly felt as if your body had been pumped full of helium, but you went exactly complaining. It was a serene sort of situation, like you were stargazing after a finishing a fairy tale novel. Almost as if you felt that you wouldn't have to do anything for yourself ever again.

"Who are you?" You mumbled at the strange looking man after a second of composing yourself. He looked down abashed, hiding a sly smile and red cheeks with some chestnut colored hair falling in the way of his face.

"That's not anything for you to worry about dear." He chided with another smile. Same as before, his voice was a clear melody; only being rivaled by the beautiful music he had been making with that wooden guitar.

Opening your mouth to press for his name more, you found yourself unable to do so. Eventually as you tried more and more, you forgot why you were trying to speak. Something about...a name? Did it really matter anymore?

"Come. Sit next to me." He invited you calmly. Readjusting his glossy guitar to rest neatly on his hip, the unnamed and mysterious man looked at you with expecting eyes.

Familiar feelings of floating on air took over your limbs as they started to move on their own accord. Your head grew fuzzier and more cloudy as you remained eye contact with him. Thinking for yourself was secondary at this point. Why, you had no idea. But it just felt right.

Sitting down in the slightly damp grass next to his ring of squishy mushrooms, you watched with wide and curious eyes as he picked back up his guitar.

He strummed it and adjusted a few strings before turning his attention back to you. A facial expression that hid many secrets softened immensely when looking deep into your wondrous yes.

"Why don't I play you a song or two, love?"

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #i enjoy writing for wilbur too much than concidered normal #(y/n)#annon asks #anon #wilbur x reader #wilbur #fae wilbur #yandere?#yeah #yandere

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modelbus · 3 years ago

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CC!Tommy x Reader

Reader has a bad day and he's trying to cheer them up?

Romantic preferred

Gender neutral pronouns *fae/faer preferred but they/them is also fine-

-🌙anon

Fluff <3 I used they/them because I’m more familiar with those, but the part where they're used is brief, sorry!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader (romantic)

Sad Saturday

You know it'll be a bad day from the moment you wake up. The normally peaceful rain had somehow turned overwhelming overnight, a loud battering that occupied too much of your mind. After rolling out of bed, all you could do was drift on autopilot.

There wasn’t any good reason for the daze other than you were simply having a bad day. Hell, you hadn’t even checked Twitter yet!

You were probably meant to do something today, but the effort it took to check your phone calendar seemed ridiculous. In the end you’re glad you did, because you and Tommy had planned a stream together. After sending a message to him that’s probably more mistakes that actual words, you decide to at least try and be a little productive.

The best part about being a streamer meant that just going on Tik Tok was being productive, so that’s exactly what you do. You bundle yourself up in some blankets and start scrolling through Tik Tok.

Everything seems tasteless though, boring and bland. When it’s not it just seems pointed at you. As if your phone was trying to call you out, guilt you for not doing stuff. It isn’t long before you darken your screen with a fresh wave of unhappiness.

Between the unease stirring in your stomach, the unending exhaustion, and the general down feelings, you knew it was a lost cause trying to do anything. Knowing that didn’t help though, because you should be doing your job. It was a dream come true type of job, but it just felt like far too much today.

“Hello?”

Not having heard the door open, you jolt. You knew your boyfriend’s voice well enough not to think it was a stranger at least, even if he was being uncharacteristically quiet. Actually, wait. What was he doing here? Where you lived?

“Tommy?” You ask, mildly confused.

“Hey! Your text was more mess than words so I thought you were fucking kidnapped or something. Snatched!” He walks into your living room, barely pausing when he spots you on the couch in a blanket burrito. If it was a normal day you’d joke back, bounce off his energy. But you just couldn’t find it in you.

Tommy grins, all but collapsing onto the couch next to you. “Gimmie blankets.”

With a heavily exaggerated sigh, you include him in the burrito. He’s all physical affection and doesn’t hesitate to pull you even closer to him, to the point where you drop your head on his shoulder.

“What are we watching? Up? Princess and the Popstar? A movie with a dog in it?” Tommy doesn’t even give you the chance to respond, grabbing the remote and finding Lego Batman.

"Aren't you still streaming today?" You ask.

"Why would I want to stream when I can watch Lego Batman with you?" He asks like it's the most obvious thing in the world, even shaking his head as the opening scene plays.

Although it's obviously meant to be played off as casual, the words mean a lot to you. Especially on a rough day when you know you aren't yourself and not nearly as fun.

Within mere seconds you find yourself dozing off, comfortable and safe with him.

When you wake up, it's to voices. Multiple, although one is Tommy and the other is a bit grainier around the edges. Like a phone call.

"-wanted to make sure everything was fine." Wilbur is saying.

"I'm at their house right now. You're interrupting our together time, Wilbur. That's actually not very cool of you." Tommy answers.

"I was worried about you two! Clearly you're okay though. Are they?"

"Bad day, innit? We all get 'em."

Wilbur sighs. "Yeah. I'll go then."

"Yeah, as you fucking should."

"Jesus, you don't have to be so-"

Tommy taps the phone loudly, laughing to himself.

"Why'd you hang up in the middle of him talking?" You ask, yawning.

After a second you realize he's not next to you anymore. Instead, he's across the room.

"Deserved it. He bet me that I couldn't do a cartwheel! How dare he doubt my abilities?!"

That definitely wasn't what they were talking about, and Tommy definitely can't do a cartwheel, but you're too lost in the abrupt topic change to put either of those thoughts into words.

"What?"

"Watch." He says proudly, backing up. Hands raised in the air, he leans over and flops onto his face. "...ow. That didn't happen."

Unable to help yourself, you laugh. The frown he was wearing immediately turns into a smile.

"I ordered your favorite food on UberEats but it won't be here for another ten minutes."

"You didn't have to." You say quietly.

"What if Twitter found out I was being a bad boyfriend? What then? My reputation, gone."

"So this is all for Twitter?"

"Exactly!"

Was Tommy being a little weirder than normal? It almost seemed like he was, but there wasn't any good reason to it. Unless he was just trying to make you smile, which he was succeeding at.

Oh.

He was making your bad day a little better in the Tommyinnit way: love hidden in humor. His tactic was working, too, which was the most surprising part of it all.

"We should play a game while we wait or some shit. Wait! Let's play Uno! I've been studying the art of the Uno, Charlie's been teaching me!" He suddenly blurts out.

"You've been studying Uno?"

"I'm bilingual in card games."

"That's not how it works."

"Of course it is. Charlie Slimecicle would never lie to me."

"I feel like he might."

"I win. We're playing Uno." Tommy declares.

You aren't even sure you own Uno, but he disappears for a second and when he comes back it's with the game held in his hand. It takes a full five minutes just to shuffle the deck because he tried to make it rain money using the cards, but you get there eventually.

By the time the UberEats guy arrives (a full minute late, which Tommy makes a jokingly big deal of), you've won twice. The simplicity of the game, the joking attacks, the comebacks, and the revenge all work together to ease the tension left in you until you realize that the day's took a turn for the better.

Tommy always had that power in him. That ability to turn your day around, make it so much better. Despite how you didn't tell him why you opted out of the stream, he still showed up and stuck around and made you laugh.

"Finally, some fucking food." He groans, collapsing on the ground where you've been playing Uno. There's a table right there, but the ground is just so much better.

"Only took eleven minutes." You joke, reaching over to steal some of his food.

Instead of complaining, he gives you a huge grin. His next words are just a beat too late, hindered by the proud grin he's wearing, but neither of you mention it. "Exactly! Where's some good service when you need it?"

And, in a matter of hours, you realize it's no longer a bad day. Not anymore, at least. And it's all because of him.

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinit dsmp #mcyt imagine

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sunflowerdaisybee · 4 years ago

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What about a merchant reader who’s a fae/fawn hybrid… lowkey adopting fundy?

I’d imagine the reader’s personality being a little more on the charming, cool-headed, logical, calmer side of things. They also have a strong parental instinct-

They’re incredibly distrustful & cynical of everyone in the SMP, even if they make it not as immediately obvious, and plaster on a jolly façade.

They’re fairly focused on business & always wary of deceptive behaviors… like someone lying to get a cheaper deal… or a troubled person hiding their sadness, or concealing distrust.

So when Fundy just stumbles into their cart/stall to buy something, clearly upset about something, the merchant notices & talks to him about it…

Just… a cynical-yet-professional merchant unintentionally (& unknowingly) adopting Fundy.

And like actually treating him like he matters to them, instead on just recruiting him as a soldier in a revolution at 14. (Glares at Wilbur)

I got a little carried away with this and am going to make a part two once I get through my other requests because I didn't want this to be too long but I seriously love this so much <3 I love Fundy's character, cute lil fox boy :]

Summary: Who knew an unlucky situation would lead to such a bond

Pairing: P! Fundy X Reader

Pronouns: they/them

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

With a gentle wave you bid farewell to the customer, a kind lady who was unaffected by the passing of time. Your ears flicked gently with the breeze that came from the door movement, the bell atop it ringing gently.

Now that your shop was empty you would have a moment to fix a few things here and there. You were in the midst of restocking a shelf when a young fox fellow walked in. His eyes looked around in wonder, taking in all the small details of the shop. You were quick to stand and take your place behind the counter, greeting the boy with a smile.

“Hello there, haven’t seen you around before. Anything I can help you with?” The fox seemed surprised at your kindness, his posture straightening up.

“Uh yeah, I’m looking for something specific and I was told that you have it.”

“I have lots of things here, you’re going to have to be more specific.” You chuckled lightly as you motioned around the store. True to your word, you did sell lots of things, though not typically things. You had seeds for different plants, books, a few basic tool types, and a handful of other things.

“Right, I’m looking for name tags. I’ve tried a few other places but they didn’t have any.” You just nodded and pointed off to your left.

“Over there by the book and quills, just under the ink bottles.” The fox nodded before shuffling over to the shelf, his position being perfect to block him from your view momentarily.

He wasn’t there long though as he soon scuttled over to the counter with a few name tags in hand. You looked at the items a moment before looking at him.

“Is that going to be all for today?” The fox only nodded, looking nervously at the item.

“Ok, and how would you like to pay?”

“Oh I have–” He cut himself off as he reached into his pocket, it was empty. Panicking, he began checking all his other pockets, only to find the same result.

“Fuck, I must’ve dropped my money somewhere. Quackity is gonna kill me.” The fox boy began to panic, his ears pressing down against his head.

“Hey.” His eyes shot up to meet yours as a warm and relaxing feeling washed over him.

“There’s no need to get upset or use impolite language. If you’d like we can make a deal, you can have the tags if you come and work with me everyday for a week straight. Only a couple hours as I don’t need you here for long.” The fox boy brightened up a bit, he wouldn’t mind doing work as long as he got the nametags. With a nod of agreement the boy shook your outstretched hand, feeling a prick run up his arm.

“What was that?” The fox checked his palm before running his other hand over his arm, feeling for anything unusual.

“Just a bit of magic. We made a deal and if either of us fail to uphold our ends then we will be punished.” You gave the fox a gentle smile before handing him the tags and ushering him out of the store.

True to his word the boy returned tomorrow, bright and early. You let him into the shop and handed him an apron to put on.

“What’s this for?”

“Simply to keep your clothes clean and so that people recognize you as a worker here.”

“Oh ok, uh by the way. What’s your name?”

“You can call me (Y/n). And your name is?”

“Fundy!” The boy smiled before slipping the apron over his head, he seemed to have difficulty tying it behind his back though.

“Like this.” You untied the back of yours before slowly walking him through the steps of tying him, praising him for getting it right. The way he brightened up at your praise didn’t go unnoticed but you didn’t acknowledge it either.

The two of you worked well together, Fundy would stock shelves or do simple cleaning while you helped customers and did the more difficult work. Things went well the first two days, it wasn’t until the third day that Fundy came to work for you that you noticed something about him.

It wasn’t extremely noticeable, most would’ve missed it, but with your skillful eyes you were able to pick up on it. The way he carried himself was different, typically he was happy and chiper, excited to be there, but today he seemed more on the saddened side.

“Hello Fundy, how have you been? You’re a tad late this morning.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I woke up late. I’ve been good though.” You knew he was lying but decided not to press further, at least not now.

“Alright, well if you ever need anything just let me know, my ears were made for listening.”

“Actually, have you ever heard of a man named Wilbur?”

“I know of him but not him. I don’t wish to associate with anyone from that place. Why do you ask?” Fundy seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering, animal features reflecting his saddened mood.

“Well he’s my dad and he was resurrected recently, he’s completely different though. I don’t recognize him anymore.” Your eyes widened and ears stood straight before you returned to your calm look.

“Well then I suppose that wouldn’t make him your father anymore, would it?”

“I guess. He wasn’t the best dad but he was still my dad. I don’t know, I guess I’m just butthurt about it.”

“You have every right to be, he sounds like an unpleasant man from what I’ve heard of him.” Fundy just nodded, still a bit saddened but feeling slightly better about the situation.

Thankfully by the time the day was done Fundy was back to his brighter self, having enjoyed his time spent here.

“Hey uh (Y/n), could I still continue to work here even after our deal is done? I really enjoy my time here.” Fundy was smiling bright as he hung up his apron, pulling his jacket back on.

“I’m afraid not. After this week I must close the shop for good.”

“What, why?” Fundy seemed frantic, he didn’t want you to have to close your shop and he didn’t want to lose his only reason to see you. Your hooves clicked on the ground as you came to stand near the fox, your hand reaching up to gently pet him.

“The town is kicking me out, I don’t know where I’m going to go. I won’t be able to bring all this stuff with me either, I’ll have to sell what I can and give away anything I can’t carry.” Fundy was extremely saddened to hear that, he was quick to wrack his brain for ideas, for anyway to save your shop and see you again.

“What if, what if you moved to Las Nevadas with me. I know you said you hate all those people but it would be great business and you’d have a place to stay.” You looked at the boy hesitantly.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, how are you so sure that they’ll let me in anyways?”

“It never hurts to ask.”

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xoxoamyas · 2 years ago

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-͟͟͞☆ Masterlist ⊹˚. ♡

KEY : angst + fluff - ❤️‍🩹 ... fluff - 🩷 ... angst - ☁️

... Wilbur ⋆˙☆

`` I love you ,, 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . you've been overworking yourself, and wilbur has taken notice. he finally gets you to take that well-deserved and needed break. <3

`` abandoned ghosthunt ,, 🩷

ghost hunter!wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . wilbur and you find yourselves in an abandoned place searching for ghosts. the time is mostly spent bantering together rather than actually hunting. <3

`` Unspoken Words ,, ❤️‍🩹

[ sorry boys ] dark wolf!wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . dark wolf just wants to help and chat with you after the day you've had. at least now you know he's there for you, even if you can't go to him with everything. <3

`` A Little Promise ,, 🩷

fae!wilbur x vampire!gn!reader

☆ . after some walking through the forest you come across a little ring. an odd little man pops from it and wants your name. <3

Alone Without You (But I'm Still Here) ❤️‍🩹

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ wilbur finally comes home from touring after you have had a long few months day. <3

Last Forever 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ you meet wilbur after a lovejoy concert, it's not the last time you see one another. perhaps there's more than originally thought to be. <3

Café Girl ❤️‍🩹

[ cc ] wilbur x fem!reader

☆ you meet wilbur at a café you frequent. instantly, you two hit it off. after a while of talking, you randomly go no-contact only for him to find out you're in the hospital. he doesn't intend to leave your side. <3

For You. 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x fem!reader

☆ wilbur comforts you after a hard day. he plays you some in progress songs he'd been working on. <3

... Drabbles ⋆˙☆

fall for me 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ you and will in a hammock, what will you do. <3

... Headcanons ⋆˙☆

dating wilbur soot 🩷

wilbur soot with transfem!reader 🩷

✮:.. Specials . ♡

Christmas Surprise <3 🩷

king!wilbur x royalty!gn!reader

☆ . wilbur decides it's finally time to give you a surprise with a long-awaited gift. all the while, sweet shenanigans ensure between you two. <3

it started with a kiss 🩷

simpbur x gn!reader

☆ you attend another party like you would any other, you didn't expect to meet him. <3

KEY : angst + fluff - ❤️‍🩹 ... fluff - 🩷 ... angst - ☁️

... JSchlatt ⋆˙☆

party of our own 🩷

[ cc ] schlatt x gn!reader

☆ in which you're at a party with schlatt and things don't go as planned. at least you get a kiss out of it? <3

#amyas bullshit #x reader #masterlist #navigation

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listenheresweaty · 1 year ago

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UPDATE: c!wilbur content + another poll!! Read carefully.

So the poll hasn’t finished yet, but it seems that the majority will be okay with c!wilbur works. I WILL, however, wait a while before posting so people can take a break and fully separate the c from the cc. In the future, if you do NOT want to see c!wilbur content but do not want to block me (I will be trying to write for other characters, after all), here are some options:

Block the tags “c!wilbur and c!wilbur soot X reader”

Unfollow me and follow the not-yet-created tag of “sweaty writes— not Wilbur”. I will be tagging any of my non-Wilbur works with that tag, so following it without following me will expose you only to the non-Wilbur works (if any arrive). You may still have to block c!wilbur X reader tags.

If neither of these work for you, unfollowing and blocking is a valid option. I won’t be upset, promise :)

As for the actual c!wilbur content— good news! Y’all get to choose the bur variation I will write for after my break. Each option has its own pros and cons, so READ THEM CAREFULLY!!

POLL IS BELOW ALL THE WRITING!!!!!!

(before reading; there is nothing wrong with morally gray characters— I love them actually— but some people might not want them associated with any bursonas after what the cc did)

anyway, the options:

Faebur

Pros: This bur is not affiliated with the content creator in any way. In addition, the nature of the fae will allow me to never mention his name (he will be referred to as “your fae friend” or by a nickname such as “Twigs”, and never “Wilbur”). His appearance will also have some supernatural aspects that distinguish him from the cc (gold eyes, pointy ears, yada yada).

Cons: I have only the barest idea of what to write. So. It will take a while. Like— a WHILE. Also, the fic will probably focus on descriptions, so some physical aspects similar to the cc’s will appear (lanky, tall, brown hair, yada yada).

Chefbur

Pros: Also not affiliated with the cc! This one is my own creation. It is basically a Ratatouille au. He will also be called Wilbur Craft (full name Wilson Craft) instead of Soot. I already have some notes down for the development of the fic, and parts one and two are already posted. Cons: He will be called “Wilbur” throughout the fic, and his appearance is obviously very similar to c!wilbur (that is, a cartoonized/stylized version of the cc. Not the same. Probably will make his eyes hazel or something. Or not mention them at all idk).

Revivebur

Pros: I wrote this one so long ago (over a year) that it is borderline ooc, which might me helpful for some. Also, I have it written and ready to go (ALTHOUGH I will still take a break before posting it). Cons: it’s c!wilbur (derived from the cc’s creation), and the fic deals with themes such as forgiveness / loving someone despite their misdeeds that made everyone hate them, which… is not a very good thing to be associating with Wilbur soot rn. Even though it’s the c! And completely separate from the cc. Also the writing is kind of bad,,,

Siren (1)

Pros: I have a good chunk of the story written out, and he will be referred to as “siren” and not “Wilbur” (but not for the entire story). Siren is also not affiliated with the cc (someone else’s creation).

cons: I have hit a complete roadblock with it and am struggling to figure out how tf I should progress the plot. Also, siren in his civilian form looks a lot like the cc (similar argument to chefbur). Also, it has similar themes to the revivebur story (even though they aren’t as pronounced). Siren is a literal criminal (supervillain) whose literal murder/arson/treason/etc charges are overlooked (even though he’s still a respectful person), and that might not sit right for some rn.

Siren (2):

Pros: idk really his name isn’t going to be mentioned for the first few parts (only referred to has “siren” and not Wilbur)

cons: I have some very specific ideas for this series, and I love them a lot (even though they deal with some dark topics), but do not know how to string them together yet. May take a very long time. Also neither Siren nor the reader are very good people (but they try their best. And the reader improves a little). May take longer than the faebur one.

Lmanbur

Pros: no morality discussed. Just two idiots in love. I have a sequence of events written out, so I won’t struggle to figure out what comes next. ..

cons: ..however I will struggle to find how to put it into cohesive paragraphs since the outline is pretty barebones. Lmanbur is another character originally created by the cc, and his appearance follows a similar path as chefbur and civilian siren (I may give Lmanbur some pointy ears though). Also. The fic has no nsfw at all, but it is definitely a lot spicier than whatever I’ve posted on this blog, and I’m. Not sure if it belongs on this blog. Please reach out to me if you are an ADULT and willing to be a sensitivity reader to discern whether it’s actually suggestive or just my Catholic upbringing.

With that being said….,,,,

#sweaty “writes”#c!wilbur #c!wilbur x reader #c wilbur #Idk what other tag sto add please tell me

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toiletwipes · 3 years ago

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villain by the devil's law

[02 - a big family and not enough counter space, or common sense]

[A/N: nothing too bad i think, family get-together's and whatnot]

~3.7k. ao3 link. masterlist.

Summary: Eileen invited you out to eat some deliciously cooked meat and since you're more than happy to avoid whatever the fuck is happening at your newly-gifted cabin, you're inclined to say yes. Except for the part where everyone knows who are you and you're surrounded by strangers.

The driveway that I pull into is gravel, crunchy under both tire and shoe. I contemplated for a second, did I really want to go talk to people I barely remember? Eat food and get messy and then inevitably return home?

Against the alternative of just going home instead of reconnecting with old folks… I get out of the car easy enough, shutting the door with an unintentional slam. Patting the hood with an apologetic hand, I get three steps towards the front door before it’s yanked open and several kids are running out, loud shrieking and shouting as they chase each other in the front yard. I’m shell shocked, just watching until some woman comes out and waves me over, calling my name, “is that you, baby? Oh! Don’t mind them, they’re just playing, come on!” She snaps me out of my small trance, stepping around the wrestling children and into the home.

It’s got that homey aesthetic going on, picture frames covering every inch of the walls, dark interior but with all the windows thrown open and the doors open everywhere, it’s brighter than any house I’ve been in. Few people are strewn across the bar-slash-kitchen area but I see Garth and Honey outside, talking to a man who looks an awful like him.

“You know, Eileen was talking a lot about you recently, talking about how she wanted to invite you to their weddin’ but couldn’t, didn’t know where you lived and- well, Lou always insisted he could send out the invitation but your mother would receive it and knowing that stuck-up- well.” The woman doesn’t hold her breath when she gets it, launching about how she knows she’s my mother but sometimes she could be stubborn and just plain mean when it came to it. “No offense, of course,” she frowns and places a hand on me, squeezing my skin, as if sorry that she spoke poorly of my mother to my face. And maybe offense would’ve been taken if it wasn’t true.

“None taken,” I pat the hand on my forearm, finding the hand warm and kind underneath mine. “Glad he didn’t send it out then, I haven’t talked to her in a while.” If while meant years, then yes, it’s been a while.

She smiles just as warmly as she did when she saw me outside. “Don’t suppose you remember me?” She asks and after kicking my brain for a second, she added, “I know it’s been a long time, but a lot of people can’t forget you when your old man refused to shut up about you.” It keeps a smile on my face.

“Eileen’s mom?” And then her smile grew into a grin, drawing me into a hug and exclaiming how she never forgot the lovely child who took care of her daughter like they were born to be siblings, the polite one she didn’t have. And speaking of Eileen, she’s bouncing up to us, a smile of her own.

“You made it! Garth and his dad are almost done with the meat, shouldn’t be too long,” and then after glancing at the kitchen, she turns to me with almost apologetic eyes, “would you mind helping with the kitchen bits, all of my sisters ditched me outside to play some stupid game.” We both roll our eyes. I did not remember her having sisters. But keeping myself busy seemed good, so I nod, telling her we should probably kick out the people inside of the kitchen drinking then. And well, as soon as I said it, both Eileen and her mom are shooeing people outside of the house, and the only people still inside are the straggle of teenagers watching a movie on the giant TV on the wall. Moving with the two women in charge, I could see they were watching Twilight.

“I put it on as a joke,” Eileen whispers to me, “but baby Otis has never been quieter.” Explains why they didn’t turn it off, and after looking closer, I could see a baby around Honey’s age sitting in one of their arms. I don’t know how I missed him but when Eileen shoves a bag of avocados in my hand and a bowl underneath, I change focus.

“Er- what am I doing?” Her mom pipes up, telling me it’s for the guacamole, “I’ve got the onions so, just get cutting!” I hurry to empty the bag of delicate fruit, moving to cut them, though my lines are jagged, they peel open with the seed tucked in either of the slices. Eileen saves my trouble by getting them out, handing me the empty slices and saving the seed. When I’m done, Eileen’s mom is called away, and Eileen is left frustrated but biting her tongue.

“I always tell her, get the people out of the kitchen so we can work and every time-” she doesn’t finish her sentence when Garth and Honey come in, changing her tune quickly, “hey baby, what’s going on?” She gives her baby a tickle but gives Garth a look.

“Your brothers need help with-” and she waves him off with a sigh, taking the baby out of his arms and when he goes to give her a kiss on the cheek, she doesn’t turn it away.

“Maybe we can get your mom back in here, watch Honey for a little bit?” I say, mashing the fruit with a spoon, mixing the cut onions and cilantro in.

Eileen sighs, bouncing the little girl in her arms before turning around. “No, no, it’s okay, she has a high chair in here,” she strides across the room, tucking her daughter’s leg into the chair, sliding the tray across. “Here, mamas, have some snacks.” I turn around but I hear her talking to her about goldfish so that’s what I assume.

“If she gets fussy then we can forget about the salad.” Eileen huffs, grabbing stuff out of the fridge as I finish up the guacamole. When I hold the bowl up, she nods to the panty. “Take it and some chips to the people outside, I’m sure they’re about to come inside and complain and slow us down even more.” After ushering the last people inside of the house out, the amount of people outside makes my stomach twist and bite. I push the feeling down, though, Eileen’s too stressed out already.

And after fishing some tortilla chips out, I take the bowl into my other hand and walk outside onto the patio. Fairly large for this house, and an even bigger backyard than I saw before. Turning my head at the sound of cheers, I see a crowd of older people and a few teens surrounding a round, glass table, cards being shuffled to players. “Give our thanks to Eileen!” Someone says as I place the bag of chips and guacamole on the table. “Hey, didn’t you use to babysit Eileen?” I turn my head to the question, an older man with an even older cap on his head. He’s chewing sunflower seeds. I nod, feeling a little overwhelmed with this amount of attention on me. “Thought so, your hair’s changed but you still look the same.” With that, I give a tight-lipped smile, turning around and just short of running back inside. I see Eileen arguing with one of the teenagers, who’s standing at the bar with baby Otis in their arms.

“What’s going on?” I ask on instinct, too curious for my own good.

“Otis needs his diaper changed and I don’t. know. how ,” the teenager tries to be nice but the words are spit out as if they’ve said it a thousand times to someone who’s not listening.

“Yes you do, you just changed Honey’s a few weeks ago, you can change Otis.” Biting my lip, I know I’m about to regret this but Eileen looks like she’s a few seconds away from strangling someone.

“Hey, I know how to change a diaper, I can show you real quick.” And though the teenager looks at me apprehensively, Eileen sends me a silent thank you, already moving onto the next thing.

“Okay,” the teenager shows me to the stairs behind the kitchen, heading up the steep steps I’m surrounded by not only more frames of this family but framed diplomas and awards. As soon as we’re on the second floor, the teenager shows me to the room all the way in the back and it’s a lovely nursery with cartoon bees flying around the walls. Honey’s room then. The teen stops at a changing table and places the now crying baby flat on the table.

“Like, I know you take the old one off and throw it away and place the new one under him but after that-” the teenager is understandably frustrated. I would be too. But it’s just a baby.

I nod, “and you have to clean him so he doesn’t get an infection.” And after going through the steps the teen outlined for us, I took a baby wipe and did exactly that, got him clean and slid the new diaper underneath his bottom. He stops crying after the teen coos at him, giving him raspberry kisses against his cheek.

I show her how to properly diaper the boy and when he’s done, I clip the onesie back together and lift him up, giving him a twirl and he finally gives in and giggles. The teenager smiles as I make airplane noises and land him back in their arms.

“Is he your cousin or something?” I ask, poking at his hand and he quickly latches onto my index finger.

“He’s my brother but I’ve been staying at my dad’s for a while so I forgot how to… do it.” They admit but it seems the mention of forgetting and the why brought them down again. “I didn’t mean to but when he cries, I can’t focus and you know.”

“Yeah I get it,” I say, gesturing for them to start walking. “Sorry to ask, but what’s your name?” They shake their head.

“It’s cool, my name’s Parker.”

“Nice meeting you Parker, did you dye your hair that color recently?” I gesture to their head and a smile pulls on their face, “the blue looks good.”

“Dyed it a couple of weeks ago but I have the shampoo that makes it last longer.” After that, conversation is a little easier, and Parker follows me to the bar, where I wash my hands and continue helping Eileen out. Otis gurgles in Parker’s arms while I give him goofy faces, tossing the salad as Eileen takes a moment to tend to Honey, giving her kisses on her head when she’s given her a few words too.

“Anything else we need to do?” I ask as Eileen comes back to my side, checking on the salad with a peek.

“Everything else should be good, but you know family,” she shrugs, taking the bowl from my hands and moving to put it aside, on a table with several other dishes covered in saran wrap and foil. Chips, soda, cups, plates, buns, and more surround the salad. “Hey Sammy, could you go check with your dad to see if the meat’s ready!” The other teenager makes a sound, and gets up, running outside with a shout.

“I don’t think they liked watching the vampires play baseball,” I tease Eileen before she snorts. Parker gives me a scrunched up look but Otis shrieks, clapping his hands again.

And this Sammy comes back running in with Garth and his dad towing in with the meat. “What exactly did they cook?” I ask Eileen as she shoos us to the couches with Honey on her hip, the teenagers and Otis follow too. She shrugs.

“Think I heard them talking about brisket. Could be good.” Eileen and I both sink into the couch, groaning at the pillowy furniture.

“Aren’t you related to that old guy that came around a lot?” Sammy speaks up, moving to take Otis into their arms.

“Sammy, that old guy gave you thirty dollars AND a tree house, put some respect into his name,” the older man who looked like Garth speaks up from the kitchen, sending looks to his own kid. Sammy mumbles an apology.

“It’s all good, but if his name is Lou, then yeah, I’m related, he’s my grandfather.” The teenagers nod and then turn their attention to the scene where Bella leaves her dad.

It’s quiet, save for the men cutting meat in the kitchen. And though nobody said anything, older folks began to pile in, talking about how good it smells and stuff. Eileen doesn’t get up and neither does Honey, they’re both cuddled into each other as people bring in louder noise.

Some woman comes cooing about Otis and Parker hands him off without much of a word, and I’m introduced to both Parker and Otis’ mother. She says I look familiar and I wonder how many more times I’m going to hear that.

Probably enough to make me want to shout, but that hasn’t come yet, so I won’t worry. People serve themselves and when people settle outside where the tables are set out, I stay with Eileen, even taking Honey into my arms so she could grab some food for her and Honey. Honey seems taken with my shirt, pulling and tugging and when Eileen tells me I can tell her no, she focuses on my head. Tugging not so gently on some strands. I have to laugh the tight pain off, trying to untangle her slightly sticky fingers from my hair.

“I think I might stay in here, the people are too much sometimes, besides, Honey might need to go down soon.” Eileen talks and I nod, I stay close to her still. I don’t tell her that I don’t want to go outside to a crowd of people telling me they never forgot me but I can’t remember a damn thing about them.

I chew the brisket and know that even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to recreate this mouthful again. I tear through the meat and the sad little salad I have on my plate doesn’t look nearly as good as Eileen makes it out to be for Honey to even eat a leaf. I laugh and encourage her.

It’s when the teenagers are pulled outside by the call of popsicles when Eileen turns to me, Honey not being part of this conversation, by the evident fascination she has with the chips on her momma’s plate.

“How’re you holding up in that house?” She asks, and I shrug, stabbing through another leaf and some purple onion. “Anything happened so far?”

“It’s only been two days since I got here.” And yet, I couldn’t even go back to the house to change my damn clothes. Would’ve taken not even five minutes to change and get back in the car.

“So nothing has happened yet?”

I can’t bring myself to answer that with a no.

She gives me a look.

“Look, if somebody is bothering you, you can tell the police, I know they don’t look like the greatest-” she pauses when I shake my head. “No you can’t tell anyone or it’s not someone?” I eat some more to avoid answering, giving a polite nod to a couple of women moving towards the stairs to grab something. When they’re gone, I turn to her, watching as she eats pieces of her own meat.

“I don’t think it’s somebody messing with me…” I say slowly, not sure how to proceed. I don’t want to look crazy to somebody who could potentially help me out of there, if anything else happened.

She catches onto the words I say, nodding.

“You know, when Lou would leave to go see some new garden or just go out of town for a couple of days, he’d ask if I wanted to watch the house for a while, saying Garth could come too.” She speaks, the hand holding her fork coming up to hide her chewing mouth. “And when we would stay there, we’d always get a little freaked out one day before Lou could come back.” And she looks up at me, making eye contact and I feel a little exposed. Naked as if she could see through all of my hesitancy and my half-hidden words.

“Was… somebody bothering you?” I ask and she shakes her head, putting her fork down to smooth the curls on Honey’s forehead.

“Stuff went missing, the front door would open sometimes in front of me with no one around. Crazy stuff, you know?”

I nod, definitely feeling freaked out at just the thought. “Think the place is haunted?”

She thinks about it.

“Your mom had to come from somewhere, though, didn’t she? Wasn’t he married before her mom died?” Eileen picks the fork up again and my hand feels heavy with a plate full of salad I suddenly didn’t want to eat.

“I mean, I always assumed she died, they never talked about it…” I did not want to think if my dead grandmother saw me naked. “But he’s always talked about men, never women. The only pictures of women in the house are the ones of my mom growing up.”

We sit in relative silence. The people outside are definitely laughing, some groaning in probable defeat, Bella is currently dying because of James’ bite. Maybe it was a one night stand with a woman and that’s how he realized he was gay, and my mom just so happened to come out of it. And if she didn’t want a kid, then she definitely wouldn’t stick around. It would’ve been a disaster, and I would’ve seen her.

“So what’s got you freaked out?” She asks, putting her empty plate down and adjusting Honey in her lap.

I stab another forkful of salad in my mouth, letting the dressing assault my senses and think on the words I was about to say.

“The gate in the back unlocked itself twice and I heard knocking on the porch door.”

Eileen doesn’t say anything. And the conversation ends when Garth comes in with three rowdy others, looking to spoil Honey, and she’s taken away with giggles and cooing from all three, “they’re gonna start throwing water balloons, you want to come with?” I don’t move and Eileen turns him down with a soft smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek though, patting his leg when he moves too far.

Alone again.

“Help me clean up?” She asks and I’m just glad she doesn’t bring up the house. The meat gets put into different tupperware and all of the other dishes, I find plenty of cobbler and macaroni, they all get shoved into the fridge. The sodas are screwed shut and the chips are put into the pantry.

“Sometimes I wonder about our adventures, you know, the ones in the forest?” The one that’s taunted me since I got back, yeah. “Do you remember any of it?” She turns to me and I have to wonder about the desperate look in her eye. “Sometimes I think I'm going crazy but I know everything that happened there was real.” My face scrunches up and relaxes in the same second. She catches it though. “You don’t remember?”

“I remember…” I tug at any strings in my head, hoping to find one that tells me everything I’ve missed. “I remember you used to make those river potions, used to get mud in your shoes all the time.” And she smiles, but when it drops, I can see that wasn’t what she was looking for, and before I can stop myself I reach for her shoulder. “But I’d love to go on another one with you.” I say, and she turns to me with a confused look. “We can go on another adventure, it could help me remember?”

And she hums.

“You have my number right?” I nod, and she hums again. “I wouldn’t mind, one more adventure before I settle for being that soccer mom.”

An hour later she sends me home with more meat, more cobbler, and more mac than I know what to do with. I say minimal goodbyes, only to those teens and baby Otis, to Eileen’s mom, and of course, to Eileen and Garth and baby Honey.

Honey giggles when I give her a big hug and an even bigger kiss to her eyebrow. And in the glittering twilight shadow, she sort of glows.

I would’ve dwelled on that but I don’t know much about babies, and honestly? Honey just seemed like she deserved to glow a little bit.

And when I’m down the road, I pull over and have to calm myself down from an oncoming panic attack.

I’m going to be okay. I am going to be okay.

The mantra repeats as I drive home, the trees taunting me with every second. The mantra has to be repeated physically as I unlock the front door with shaky hands.

I put the food away, even the chips and cereal. I take the water in my hands, using it and squeezing it for comfort, little was found. I turn my head to the backyard, the lanterns already lit and glowing already. I check the gate and blow out a breath of relief. Closed and locked. I take my water to the bathroom and find the water still there, disgusting and cold. Holding my breath as I unplug it, watching as the little cyclone of water is inevitably sucked down.

I give it a rinse and clean the space a little, taking the fantasy book to my room and tucking it into a shelf. Changing is easy. Shorts and the biggest shirt I could find. And when I can’t fall asleep, I have to shove the dresser in front of my door again, closing the curtains too.

And I have to tell myself there is no dead grandma I’m missing, there is no ghost doing this to me. I have to tell myself I’m fine. Even when I can hear the creak of the gate again. I choke on tears but I repeat the mantra. I am fine. I am fine.

I am so not fine.

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