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ohbo-ohno · 6 months
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I love your work!! Congrats on 1k followers- your fics are amazing💙💙 May I request ‘country house’ and ‘something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.’ ? Maybe with Price x reader please? (-:
1k game here - no more please!
i have an unreasonably difficult time thinking of a "something's off" for these prompts. but we write on nonetheless!
1.1k of price being your young daughter's "imaginary" friend. fair warning, this one doesn't have an actual price appearance, it's mostly just vibes. (cw for implied stalking/haunting, no smut!)
The big country house is your dream home.
It had come when you most needed it - your sister had finally gotten tired of letting you and your five year old couch surf and kicked you out with no warning, leaving you with only your car to live in and no prospects.
You'd been driving through a tiny town, only even heard about the house because of a kind waitress who took pity on you when you told her about your situation. She introduced you to her younger sister, a local realtor who'd recently marked down a nice family home to practically nothing because she couldn't get it to sell.
It had seemed too good to be true, honestly. The house is a grand thing - two stories, a wraparound porch, relatively new appliances. The price you paid - you negotiated down - was practically pennies.
But you don't have the privilege of questioning your blessings with a little one relying on you. So you tell yourself that this is just good karma, and you get yourself moved into the home as quickly as possible.
It's weeks later, from that same waitress, that you learn why the house was so cheap. Apparently a local man had been murdered there only a few months ago - a robbery gone wrong, if your source is to be believed, and an apparently very violent death for the poor man living there alone.
It certainly changes the way you feel in the house, knowing that something so horrible happened less than a year ago. The house still feels the same, but you look at it with the knowledge of who might've been there before.
You're... well, you're very lonely these days. You work long hours at home, holed up in your home office, responding to emails and sitting on calls all day. You only really leave to drop off your daughter and to pick her up, or if she wants to go somewhere in the city. If it were up to you, you'd never leave your new property.
And the house isn't small - you've never lived in a multiple story house, let alone one with no one else there. You can never fully shake the paranoia that someone else could be in the house with you, and you'd never know.
You remind yourself that you need to get a dog as soon as you can afford one, and try to wipe the nervousness from your mind.
When summer hits, you and your daughter spend most of your days at home. The house came with quite a bit of land, more than enough for a little five year old to amuse herself with on a nice summer day. You find that you enjoy sitting on the back porch with a cool drink and a book, keeping one eye on the story and another on your daughter while she plays with her dolls.
She doesn't have many friends. You'd worry, but she's always been a happy girl, and she doesn't seem to have any sort of social issues. You don't have the money to get her to a doctor, so you comfort yourself with the idea that she's just a shy child.
So you spend your summer, just the two of you. You spend an almost regrettable amount of time in your office with the door open so you can hear if something goes wrong, but you watch the small nest-egg grow in your bank account, and you tell yourself you'll make it up to your little girl by spoiling her later.
You only start to grow truly concerned about midway through the summer, when your daughter comes to you and tells you about an imaginary friend.
"John says we should play outside today," she says over breakfast one morning, casual as can be between mouthfuls of pancake.
"What's that, honey?" You ask, only half paying attention as you mix another batch.
"John wants to go outside. He's says it's a nice day. He doesn't like that you stay inside so much."
That makes you pause, turning to look over at your daughter. She's never known a John in her life. You have no idea where this is coming from.
"Who's John, sweetheart?"
"My friend," she replies, swinging her legs above the floor, happy as can be. "He was here first. We play together when you're workin'."
You blink at her a little dumbly. You know, logically, that John must be an imaginary friend - someone her little five year old mind has conjured in all her hours alone in the big house. But still, your simmering paranoia about there being someone else in the house spikes.
"Have I ever met John, honey?"
"Nuh-uh," she giggles a little, looking at you with an expression that says silly mommy. "John's not really there, mommy. That's why I gotta take everything outside."
You nod a little, your worry assuaged. It's just an imaginary friend - a perfectly normal kid thing.
"Well," you hum, turning to the skillet to start on your own pancakes. "I wouldn't mind working on the porch today, baby. You and John can play outside all you want."
It should be just that. It is just that.
Except... the idea of an imaginary friend eats at you.
As the pieces start connecting you tell yourself that you've spent too much time alone in this big old house. You tell yourself you need to get out, to find communities for both you and your baby to get involved with.
But the dots still connect.
You think of all the times you've heard your daughter start crying in the middle of the night, only for her to be giggling by the time you get to her room. You think of the night you were sure you left the stove on (you'd planned to make brownies, but gotten distracted while the oven preheated) only to find it completely turned off when you rushed downstars.
You think of the full conversations your sweet baby girl tells about John. She tells you he's tall, with a big beard, and a funny hat. She says he's got a nice voice and soft hands. She says he tells her bedtime stories, and that he has a funny accent.
You sit on the porch one night, and the back door opens behind you. Instead of the sound of small feet pattering towards you, there's silence. The door closes another moment later.
Your daughter tells you that John thinks you should spend more time with them - not her, with them.
The bed is made one day when you're sure you hadn't bothered in the morning. You'd been overwhelmed with work, had been too stressed to bother tucking in your comforter. When you go to bed that night, it's perfectly made with almost military precision.
You watch from the porch as your daughter giggles with her doll, dancing the little toy through the air and talking to nothing. You blow a cool breath over your mug, and tell yourself there's nothing there.
That night, there's a spot of warmth in your bed when you lay down to sleep.
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elemental-plane · 4 months
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i love the sounds in the background they're SO GOOD. raj had the locusts buzzing, cordelia has the waves, it's so scrumptious i love it
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ferngle · 8 months
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Guess who's back!
(It's spooky season, I'm allowed to)
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i-am-beckyu · 7 months
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o<o
woah
✨w o r d s✨
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yes I did just sensor an entire paragraph. No context for you :3
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thelostgirl21 · 11 months
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apicturewithasmile · 1 year
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now that I got your attention with the cute Leopard emojis....
here’s a reminder that you should scream at your politicians to send heavy weapons to Ukraine (especially if you are German like me - go and shred Olaf to pieces!) and if you can then donate money to United24 and other Ukrainian charities. And for fuck’s sake, make sure the people around you are not looking away and forgetting. Too many people got used to things ~just being the way they are~ now. That’s unacceptable!!!
Russia is committing genocide right in front of our eyes and every day that we don’t give Ukraine what it needs to win this war is another day of Russian terror, rape and murder. Inaction equals collaboration with the fascist Russian regime. Doing nothing and postponing political decisions plays into the hands of Russia. And if you think I’m exaggerating then you are not educated enough on the issue and have to sit down and catch up on what you should have been doing for the past 11 months!
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anonymousfoz · 10 months
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New looks
Me: TUMBLR Tumblr: what now? *pauses music and heads to the living room* What? Me: What did you do to the dashboard? I like it Tumblr: I can expl- You like it? Me: Looks cleaner to me and easier to navigate for me. Tumblr: So you aren't going to chase me with a bat? Me: no. Tumblr: also why Maneskin in your playlist?
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yoshimickster · 1 year
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WELL-after the Christmas special somebody tried to edit the Housebroken wiki saying Chico being emitted with gamma radiation is how he got pregnant...no...no it was not. Shut that down REAL quick.
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tulowitzki · 1 year
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leon did horribly tonight because connor did so well he was just horny the entire time and couldn't focus
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headfullofpresley · 1 year
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posting a book review tonight. turned into me just rambling but oh well. 😌
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Day 228, and I think I've done the final touches on the tonfa! Am I over rendering this? Yes. Do I care? Nope. I'm having fun, that's what matters XD
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mandycantdecide · 29 days
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 days
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Expertise can't help you here.
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cockworkangels · 1 year
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wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see
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a1sart · 3 months
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if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.
Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone
He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT
He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him
and now this.
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Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.
Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.
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deadbutnostink · 9 months
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Hope Crowley gets to be extremely dramatic in S3
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