#in love with how fluffy u draw hr.....

[guns-in-the-desert]

America NSFW A-Z

A= Aftercare

It takes him a few tries to get it right, but once he gets good at it there’s no need to worry wipes you down, cuddles you, and gives you all of the kisses

B= Body Part

Alfred is a firm believer in thick thighs saves lives, but a perky ass wouldn’t hurt either. As for him, he loves his arms, how could he not, he can carry you anywhere, in every circumstance.

C= Cum

everywhere, he’s disgusting, but he won’t clean until the next day, like some days you rather sleep on the floor

D= Dirty secret

Likes to dress up as a boysc- EagleScout and a cowboy, also likes older women

E= Experience

Not as experienced as you might think, like he’s gotten around, but it was mainly oral, he’s not a virgin, he was kinda scared because of how overpowered he is, especially with people who are, ya know, not immortal

F= Favorite Position

Cowgirl is his favorite, I have no backing for this, it’s just accurate.

G= Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in bed)

More often than not he’s pretty goofy, he’s just not good at taking things seriously in general though.

H= Hair

Trims occasionally, but only if it’s getting out of hand. Dyed it red, white, and blue once.

I= Intimacy

It’s not often but when he's intimate, he’s surprisingly good at it, kind of, it’s cheesy but the effort is most definitely there. Rose petals on the bed, jazz instrumentals, ect.

J= Jack off

A lot, I think a lot of this has to do with him being one of the younger, jerks off a bit too much, sometimes he can’t get it up, but that’s rare, and he gets embarrassed.

K= Kink

Has a Daddy kink, also into pet play, specifically bunnies( what can he say, he spent quite a bit of time with Hugh Hefner).

L= Location

Two quote Shakespeare “every damn where.”

M= Motivation

LOVES fishnet, if you wear them, he’s yours

N= No

Isn’t too in to impact play, he thinks it’s hot, but he's too overpowered, and doesn’t want to genuinely hurt you. Definitely will not choke you, don’t even ask. He also draws a line at any bodily fluid that isn’t jizz.

O= Oral

SUPER BOMB at giving number four in the top 10 list, he loves doing it because your sounds are a good ego boost. Also loves receiving tries not to face fuck you too hard but some times he can’t help it.

P= Pace

You will DIE, makes sonic look like a mothafuckin snail

Q= Quickies

Lives for this, it gives him another excuse to rail you faster than the speed of light itself.

R= Risk

Takes all of the risks, watched a show and tried to convince you fuck while skydiving, the show was “Sex Sent Me to the ER”

S= Stamina

Could go for 24 hrs straight, no breaks

T= Toys

LOVES bunny tail butt plugs, and glass dildos, he thinks they’re the absolute cutest.

U= Unfair

Not much of a tease like to get straight to the point. He has no patience

V= Volume

Not to loud, but it’s a lot of catched breaths

W= Wild Card

Ate gummy worms out your ass/pussy once, but didn’t tell you they were sour because he didn’t think it mattered. You thought you were were dying, he did didn’t know that noises were of straight pain, and no pleasure at all, he has some the dumbest vibes(me too), until you said the safe word and he panicked. Once he realized you fine after a bath, he was like “too much to handle😏” and you were like😐 “wtf, no” and he explained what he did he thought they would “add to the experience”

X= X-Ray

He like so totally has at least 6.5 inches, dude

Y= Yearning

Is number 4 on the top ten list of highest sex drives (for the boys) which terrifying for the top Three

Z= ZZZ (How quickly does he fall asleep after?)

Almost immediately, out like a light as soon as y'all start cuddling

It’s finally here

Up next: fluffy Greece boyfriend Headcanons

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boyfriend!bangtan ➸ studying | Headcanon

genre: fluff what a suprise

warning: none

a/n: @starry-eyed-mochi i thought this would be cute if you guys have any requests. dont be shy :) xx

masterlist | suprise!

Jin:

♡  prepares his hardworking angel “brain food”

♡ quizzes you from the kitchen

♡ always cracking puns..

♡ “hey do u like Science?”

♡ “Jin I love you but dont do it-”

♡ “Because I got my ion you”

♡  “I’m an aRT MAJOR!! 

♡ windshield laugher echoing to where you’re studying

♡ sigh

♡  it’s sweet tho because he only does it to keep you from stressing too much

♡ once he’s done cooking he goes over to you to shove food in your mouth

♡ and then pecks your chipmunk cheeks

♡ always making sure you have enough breaks

♡ will literally close your laptop 

♡ shaking his head disapprovingly 

♡ “yah! you said you would have a rest now”

Yoongi:

♡ he finds you studying a great opportunity to work 

♡ or... cuddles he’s sneaky about it too

♡ he begins with nestling his head on your shoulder

♡ peeping over at the textbooks your reading

♡ slowly slipping his arms around your waist

♡ pouty bby

♡ “cuddles?”

♡ “I still got a lot of work to finish, bby”

♡  yawns in a pout im so soft

♡ suddenly pecks your lips and leaves 

♡ comes back with takeout and fluffy blankets

♡ “cuddles now?”

♡ how can you refuse

♡ brightest gummy smile

J-Hope:

♡ usually on his phone sitting next to you studying

♡ occasionally looks up from his phone 

♡ peCK! pecK!

♡ goes back to phone

♡ eventually gets bored with you not giving him attention

♡ starts playing with your hair

♡ scooting next to you real close i wouldn’t mind that ;)))

♡ whininGG

♡ “Jagiiii,,,, when are you going to finishhhh???”

♡ aegyo activated

♡ “hobi, i need to study tonight bby”

♡ “fine..”

♡ suddenly pulls you in his lap

♡ win/win

♡ he gets has you in his arms and you get to study :))))

♡ plus shoulder massages

Namjoon:

♡ 10/10 best boyfriend for this

♡ minute of silence to appreciate how this snack would be as a boyfriend in general..or husband. Oof

♡ spent a hr to make you flashcards

♡ quizzes you 24/7

♡ brushing your teeth

♡ middle of watching netflix

♡ when you answer correctly you get rewarded with his dimple smile

♡ incorrectly, he’ll go slowly how you went wrong and makes sure you understand let that sink in

♡ he kinda has this sixth sense when you’re stuck

♡ immediately helps you

♡ kisses your temple when you finally get it

♡ sometimes you may ask a relatively simple question

♡ “what’s a synonym for refuse”

♡ he goes full philosophical on you

♡ you kinda give up and just google it

Jimin:

♡ I think Jimin would also be boyfriend goals in this aspect 

♡ gentle words of encouragement

♡ always gives you an Eskimo kiss when he’s sees you studying

♡ writes little notes in your notebook to motivate you

♡ secretly because he wants you to think of him all the time

♡ “proud of you, sweetheart”

♡ he gets a lil carried away so now your book is covered in lil cute doodles

♡ u aint complaining tho. its rlly cute

♡ he’s also very intelligent not just a cute smol’ bean

♡ learnt what your’re studying so if you need help he can assist

♡ comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders

♡ “need help chubs?”

♡ “hmm not right now bby. thanks tho”

♡ gives you an eyesmile

♡ “ok just tell me when you do”

Taehyung:

♡ he’s not as distracting as Hobi but still..

♡ on occasions he can be a big distraction

♡ messing with your hair

♡ smothering you in kisses

♡ tickling you 

♡ begging you to do aegyo for him

♡ tho i think most of the times he’s pretty chill

♡  but he has this habit of just starting a convo outta nowhere 

♡ you’ve kinda mastered listening to his ramble while working

♡ he’s probs doing something like drawing while listening to music

♡ I don’t think he would be the most helpful (although he is very witty dont get me wrong)

♡ I think he would rather just encourage you and make sure your ok

♡ when he’s see you stressing

♡ he would take your hand

♡ grab the pen u were using and draw a heart

♡ beams his box smile

♡ “dont stress, darling. you’re working rlly hard”

♡ when he’s see you staying up rlly late

♡ “y/n come on. you can finish later. you need to sleep now” imagine him saying that gently in his deep voice w0w

♡ takes your hand and leads you to bed

Jungkook:

♡ normally just playing overwatch when you study

♡ comes over once and while to peek at what you’re writing

♡ he’ll press his cheek against you

♡ this obvs make you soft coz how his cheek would be soft

♡ anywho...

♡ he totally ruin the sweet moment by pointing to some your work

♡ “that’s wrong”

♡ “what? no it’s not”

♡ “uhh yea it is. can’t it help if your’re stupid”

♡ eyeroll x100

♡ takes a sit next to you

♡ has his head in the palm of his head

♡ just admiring you

♡ “I can’t focus with you doing that Kook” 

♡ “oh well”

♡ preceeds to just admire you

♡ suddenly takes his camera out and snap pics of you

♡ “heY!”

♡ runs out of the room with the biggest bunny smile

♡ repeat this process 8 more times 

♡ one time he asked if you needed help coz you seemed stressed

♡ but you said you had it under control

♡ “oh thank god. I hate school”

kasdljfs i forgot to add a kookie gif^ jeez louise, fin

[vronnica]

‹ ･ ｡ ☾  [ blackpink vc ] hey boys. soz for missing plotting hour and opening… my bf wanted a cheese and wine night, so y’all know i was knocked af for like 12+ hrs. but now i am back and ready for action ! HENNYWAYS,,, i’m acacia ( she/her ), i’m twenty years of age, and i hail from the pst timezone ! i love kpop ( specifically got7 and blackpink. however, my ult bias is vernon from seventeen. if you know, you know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  ), milk tea, and mac and cheese. sooo sorry you’re all trapped in this rp w/ me. but y’all will learn to adore my 3am messages and casual spam on the dash. with that being said, under the cut you’ll find out more about my piece of shit baby angel, ronnie ! if you want ur muse to be friends with the stereotypical rich bitch. keep on readin bbs ;) psa: if you like this then you’re obligated to plot with me srry but i don’t make the rules. ( i’m jk please like this or i’ll cry. ) i’ll either slide in your IMs or you can contact me on discord @ mlilk#3162

jennie kim & cisfemale • hey, isn’t that veronica moon? she is that twenty-two year old that’s been living in conyers farm for twenty years. did you know her family is worth $18B? no wonder she is so ingenious & haughty. she is known around the estates as the aesthete, after all. 

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in veronica’s dreams, she is the epitome of a morning person. in reality, she’s a two in the afternoon kind of person. however, her schedule does not allow her to do that. so she does everything possible to transform herself into a morning person. new white rays shine through the window as she lies in her queen sized bed. she lifts up the aqua colored silk eye mask and the warm ball of light filtered through her thin eyelids. it takes her a moment to adjust but eventually her eyes flutter open to reveal the exhaust in her chocolate brown hues. she extends her arm out to her bed side table, grabbing ahold of her phone. she clears out the notifications that do not automatically appeal to her and checks the ones that do. after five minutes of procrastinating, she finally slips out of bed.

ronnie trudges her feet against the hardwood floor, making her way over to her bathroom. with a flick of a switch, the bright light from the crystal chandelier fills up the room. she runs herself a bath. filling the tub with lavender and jasmine bath salts. her le soir silk night slip pools around her feet as she climbs into the warm water. she’s completely and utterly relaxed. the time passes too quickly and she’s back on her feet. she wraps the fluffy white towel around her small frame and walks into her closet. winter, her favorite time of the year. she picks out a classic veronica moon outfit. a light orange and black tartan patterned dress paired with her wool cashmere burberry coat. and with a single spritz of her chanel no.5 onto her chest, she’s ready for the day.

                                              B A C K S T O R Y

moon jisung, ( chairman and co-owner of urban place resorts / hotels ) met vanessa ross ( retired model, turned fashion designer ) back in 1995 at one of vanessa’s casting calls. that, of course, was being held at urban place’s gangnam location. it definitely was not love at first sight. vanessa’s serious aura made jisung think she was a lawyer. jisung’s spazzy persona had vanessa thinking, “ this man is the chairman ? ” their relationship remained business. until one day jisung accidentally texted the designer one letter, “ q. ” from there, the relationship blossomed.

october 29, 1996, veronica moon was born, the moon family was complete, and they’re absolutely perfect. two years after she was born, jisung and vanessa decided to make a permanent home in conyers farm. therefore, veronica grew up in a really nice household. nice cars, designer clothes, and every day was a vacation. she was constantly spoiled. always given whatever she wants, whenever she wants. and of course, she’s used to getting her way all the time. ultimately making her: bad and boujee. her family is loaded. ( duh every1′s is. ) and she’s always been surrounded by lots of love and luxury.

being the only child, ronnie never had any consequences. in school, she became sort of a bully. she was very ruthless and cold. she had that, “i’ll do anything to get where i need to be,” personality. and if it meant paying someone to transfer the other student threatening her valedictorian spot, then yes, of course she’d do that. people either hated her or loved her. there was no in between. she kept her clique small. ( yes, a clique, which indeed was very exclusive. invite only. think of regina george or blair waldorf. ) she ran her school and she liked to keep it that way. 

once she graduated she became more of an adult about things. but, old habits die hard. therefore, some of those traits she developed in school still linger with her til this day. just a little more filtered. ( truly, just a tad bit. ) she got accepted into almost every ivy league college. her mother gave her the option to just pass on college. her father on the other hand, encouraged her to go to school to have the major under her belt. ultimately, she decided to go to yale and major in art history. ( she chose yale because it was only a little over an hour away from conyers. ) though, now, most of her classes are being completed online.

present time: veronica is currently taking a semester off school to really think about what she wants to do after she graduates. at the moment, she spends a majority of her time working on her art. growing up she always had an artistic eye. vanessa ( being a fashion designer ) taught her all the techniques when it came to drawing for fashion. though eventually, veronica steered away from the clothing industry and found herself drawing more intricate works of art.

                                           P E R S O N A L I T Y

too long; didn’t read: an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either ?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. wealthy but tries not to depend on her family. stays away from the king glitterati lifestyle and fronts as if she’s just a normal gal livin’ in conyers etcetc.

she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s literally drowning in her riches. making her materialistic af. some people might think she’s that dumb bimbo rich bitch. but she’s actually very VERY smart. witty and intelligent to be exact. 

super particular when it comes to most things. ( high maintenance queen. ) she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “ if you want things right you gotta do it yourself. ” she absolutely despises like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. 

her instagram = her job. it’s filled with ootds, selfies, food pics. but most importantly: her art. it’s the platform she uses to show people she isn’t just a pretty rich girl. she has talent. ( *insert "the kardashian's have no talent" - proven wrong in 7 minutes vid.* ) 

she’s very dedicated to her work, thus making her very goal oriented. she’s very creative and she’s actually a very good artist. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. i’m sure she picked up doodling and bullet journaling while growing up. *plays boss ass bitch vine.*

too long; didn’t read pt. 2: she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying ?? self destructive ?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

                                            R E L A T I O N S H I P S

FRIENDSHIPS: she has plenty of friends, at least in her head. in reality, she just knows a lot of people through her many connections. so she has many affiliations. but never real friends. she’s very particular with the people she associates herself with. she believes that those around you reflect who you are as a person as well. therefore, she only surrounds herself with the best of the best. she may not be the best person to tell your secrets too either because she’s quite the gossip queen. but she can probably persuade you to trust her. rip. however, if you are a close friend of her’s, she’s very loyal to those who are loyal to her. which means she’d never do you dirty. but that’s only if she really cares about you. she’s a really great listener and she’s willing to give advice to those are willing to take it. plus, she’s the type to spoil the people she loves. so expect the best christmas gifts ever if u rollin’ with her. 

honestly, she really does need to surround herself with good people with genuinely good intentions. so please, someone teach her what loyalty is. 

bonus points if they’ve been friends for awhile. displays loyalty.

ENEMIES: she was bully in high school. so you know this girl has more than enough enemies ( and haters. ) she uses people, she pushes people around, etc etc. like she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. she puts fuel to drama and loves to see people crash and burn. why ? she wants that reassurance that she is flourishing above all. she never wants to be belittled and will do anything to remain on the very top. however,,, ronnie does have some good intentions. she leans more to the chaotic neutral side. ( maybe tilted a bit more towards evil, but still. ) deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey.

there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

veronica absolutely needs enemies. give her many. plenty. an abundance please.

LOVERS: i have a feeling she’s dabbled in the dating world. she’s had a few boyfriends, dates, etc. but most likely nothing LONG TERM. possibly because she doesn’t see the point unless it’s for marriage. just like her mom and dad. she has this [ beyoncé vc ] independent woman facade going on right now. which makes her seem like she doesn’t want anyone. but she’s secretly a hopeless romantic. this girl would love to be loved. and she truly needs it. she’s probably read tons of books about love and fluffy shit like that. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she just has high expectations when it comes to relationships. so someone rlly needs to come here and treat this girl right. 

100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs. 

though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

CONGRATULATIONS ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this literally the moment i woke up so pls excuse any mistakes. i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my IMs and we can get things started !! luv u *blows a kiss*

[ecotone99]

[HR] The Croaks are Coming

sweet tea

Braahnk. Braahnk.

“The Croaks are coming.”

Mortimer rocked back in the rickety chair. Took another swig of sweet tea. The breeze blowing through the porch cooled his leathered skin during the midsummer's night.

“Ain't no such thing as Croaks, Papaw.”

Little Averitt says he doesn't believe. But his wide eyes and his goosebumps betray his words.

“They're just bullfrogs.” Averitt continued.

The boy's grandfather turned to him.

“There're bullfrogs out there for sure. Cicadas and 'gators. Cottonmouths too.”

They scanned the swamp that stretches out beyond the front porch. There's plenty out there that could kill a man.

Braahnk.

This time Averitt jumped. Mortimer let out a chuckle. Averitt climbed off the floor and edged closer to his Papaw.

“You gotta be careful this year, boy. You're finally ripe.”

“They don't take little boys away!”

With defiance, Averitt belted out his words. They say the Croaks only snatch children of at least eight years. Averitt's never seen it happen. He's never been friends with older kids either. Mortimer enjoys toying with his grandson, but he knows Averitt had better stay close to home this summer. The Croaks aren't too concerned with the child's belief system. A lack of belief didn't keep Mortimer's friend safe. Nor his brother. Of course, everyone in the small town of Henry believes the boys ran away. That they do believe.

Braahnk.

“Is it time for bed yet?”

Averitt's getting awfully fidgety. Even more fidgety than an eight year old ought to be. Mortimer throws another gulp of sweet tea down the hatch. A few cubes of ice rattle around the empty jar. He stands to stretch. Back pops like a corn cob thrown on dying embers.

“I suppose it is, boy.”

biscuits and gravy

“Averitt, get down here! Breakfast's ready!”

Eleanor didn't believe. She's had to listen to her husband talk about Croaks her whole marriage. Sure, she didn't meet Mortimer until later in life. And she didn't grow up in Henry. But she's the best Grandma Averitt could ask for. She treats him like her own. Treats him to fluffy, buttery, cathead biscuits topped with her famous sausage gravy for breakfast. Half-asleep, Averitt makes his way downstairs.

“Did Papaw keep you up late again last night?”

Mortimer's not going to let Averitt answer this one.

“I wouldn't dare such a thing, Ellie!”

Averitt flashes a grin.

“We heard the Croaks last night, Grandma!”

That lights her up.

“What did I tell you about fillin' that boy's head with lies!”

“Aw, they was just bullfrogs is all.”

“But you told me--”

Mortimer won't let his grandson protest. Now's not the time. Gotta let Eleanor get off to the neighbor's house. Too many goats to milk and not enough hands. Eleanor heads to the wash basin to clean up. Scrubbing dishes, she's still hot. She's spouting off to no one in particular, but Mortimer sure can hear it. She dries the last dish, washes her hands, and heads for the front door. Pauses. Turns.

“Don't scare the poor boy, Mort.”

She walks over to Averitt and plants a wet kiss on his cheek. He's not too keen on grandma-kisses, but accepts her affection. She's going to be late. Eleanor turns and heads out the door.

Mortimer walks over to the window. Watches her walk down the dirt road. Once Eleanor is a sufficient distance he turns back to Averitt.

“You better believe those were Croaks, boy! Every ten years. Middle of summer they come.”

Only by accident of birth did Averitt miss the last Pickin'. He's more curious to hear the tale again under the safety of daylight. Mortimer and Avery sop their plates clean and head outside.

No breeze today. The oppressive heat does a number on Mortimer. He finds his seat and pulls out a handkerchief to fan himself. Averitt plops down at the edge of the porch, feet dangling over the side. Grass hasn't been mowed in a while and the taller weeds graze against Averitt's calves. Averitt's eager to listen. Sweat's already forming on Mortimer's brow. He wipes with the 'kerchief and resumes fanning. He begins the tale:

“The Pickin's been going on for longer than Henry's been a town. Every ten years they come. Middle of summer. We never know when exactly. It always varies by a couple days. But they'll be here this year. They'll be here soon. And every ten years we hear the same excuses. So-and-so ran away. Charles was killed by his father.”

Mortimer pauses. Charles was his friend. He's remembering.

“Mr. Haddick didn't kill his boy! He loved Charles. He'd do anything for that boy. Anything.”

Averitt turns to look at his Papaw. Mortimer tries to hide it, but Averitt catches the handkerchief swat a tear from the corner of the old man's eye. Averitt doesn't acknowledge it. He knows better. Turns back around. Kicks at one of the weeds.

Mortimer composes himself.

“The Croaks are horrible creatures. They'll snatch you from your bed. From the porch. From your parents' arm--”

He sees the boy twitch. Shouldn't have said that. Averitt's parents both died a couple years back. Mortimer continues.

“But they love to hunt in the swamp. You don't venture out to the swamp this summer. Not to fetch a ball that was tossed too hard. Not cause someone dared you. You shouldn't even want to leave this porch this year. The Pickin' will happen soon.”

What little hair Averitt has on the back of his neck begins to rise. He wants to hear more.

“Tell me what they look like Papaw”

Mortimer wipes more sweat away. His 'kerchief is soaked now. Keeps trying to fan himself regardless.

“They look like bullfrogs, for sure. Sound like 'em too. But you know when you hear a Croak calling you. Sends a chill down your spine. Mesmerizes you. You only hear a Croak call once. They enchant you. You lie in bed, sheets pulled to your nose. Stare at the ceiling, not daring to move a limb. The Croaks are coming. You know they're out there. You know they're Pickin'. You know you're next. But when you hear it, when you hear the call, all fear leaves your body. Your soul detaches from the flesh and is lifted from the bed sheets. Braahnk. The call is a sweet melody now, divorced from the one that draws you closer. The Croaks are coming.

They lurk in the swamps. They wait in the shadows. And they hunt at night. Slick skin the color of moss. A bullfrog's body, hundred times over. Tall as I was before gravity took its toll. Then it smiles at you. Teeth like daggers, you'd welcome a rattler's fangs deep in your flesh rather than look any longer. But by the time you see the smile you're already gone.

Then it hops. Feet like a grizzly pound the ground, claws dig deep into the soft mud. The call brings you closer. Then it pounces. Like a cougar it grabs you, fangs sink in deep. They drag you deep into the swamp. You'll never be seen from again. They take you back home. Back to the Other World."

Mortimer looks down at the floor. He stops rocking in his old chair. He pauses. Thinking.

"We don't speak of the Other World.”

The comforting embrace of the sun's rays isn't warm enough to stop the cold tingle running up Averitt's spine. Too scared to move.

Mortimer cups his hands round his lips:

“Braahnk.”

Averitt falls off the porch. He whips his head around to see Mortimer cackling.

“Papaw!”

Still laughing,

“I think it's time we head inside. The shade we're under now ain't doing us no good.”

whiskey

Wrapped up in a blanket, Eleanor has her nose in a book. Mortimer's not concerned with the title, some sappy romance he reckons.

“How do you stand being covered up like that?!”

Even inside, even at night, Mortimer is still fanning himself. He lifts his glass of whiskey to his lips. Draws in slowly. He doesn't drink like he used to, but the burn helps him get as much sleep as he can. The house is still.

“Why don't you go check on Averitt?”

Eleanor doesn't look up from her book; she just wants Mortimer to leave her in peace. He obliges. Takes the stairs carefully. The bones of the house are getting weak and he doesn't want to wake the boy.

The door is cracked slightly, a sliver of moonlight illuminates the hallway. Mortimer pokes his head in. Averitt's not in his bed. Mortimer coaxes the door open.

“Boy, get away from that wind--”

Braahnk.

The breath leaves his body. Cemented to the floor, his veins freeze.

Averitt tumbles out the window.

Life fills Mortimer's body once again. He runs to the window. With a thud, a shadow plops into the yard. It comes closer to his grandson.

Mortimer turns and runs for Eleanor.

“Eleanor, Eleanor! The Croaks are c--”

He makes it to the top of the steps and in his confusion trips. He tumbles, house slippers over head, down the stairs. With a crack, his skull meets the solid oak wall.

“Mortie!”

Eleanor drops her book and rushes to her husband. The trickle of blood slowly flows down the step.

She runs upstairs to find an empty room and an open window. She rushes to the window, scans the yard. Nothing.

ice water

“Drink up.”

Eleanor's neighbor passes her a glass of ice water. Hands still shaking, Eleanor accepts. Thankfully her neighbor has one of the few phones in town. Eleanor hurried over as fast as she could. The officer sitting across the table from the two wraps up the interview.

“We'll find Averitt. I promise. He's the second child this week to run away. For the time being, I suggest you stay here. When you're ready, we can help you prepare for Mortimer's funeral.”

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