crawl home.

indie horror oc written by tara.

[runeread]

Finally seeing o.bsession 🥰🥰🥰

[angelsdocry-deactivated20260426]

Sorry i cried when u cared about me and were nice can you do it again please

[eaton-courtney]

courtney x parachute

ph lauren withrow

[runecast]

in the light of the setting sun, he thinks she looks like an angel. if he were a younger man, mark would wax poetic about her, say things that would be sugary sweet yet overly trite. it'd be far too tryhard. it's far easier to be honest about things. honesty has worked out better for mark in the long run. it's why he's honest to cyn.

there's a thought, then, that he should stop stringing her along and let her go. she has a lot ahead of her. what does he have? the thought doesn't disappear as quickly as it comes. he's not a fan of that.

still, she calls him baby and looks at him with that certain lovestruck gaze of hers and he feels warmth bloom in his chest. it's not ... it's not the worst thing in the world. it's nice to have that feeling— the one that somebody wants to take care of him instead of vice versa.

mark lets out a soft noise as he sits down next to her, his own gaze soft when he settles. " i don't wanna get too close. it's a little warm, y'know. " not that he doesn't want to be next to her. it's just that he's more of a privately affectionate person (he's aware that nobody can see up here, but still. it's the principle of the thing). " y'know you can stay up here as long as you want, yeah? any time you want. it's why you've got a key. " or, more honestly, why the barrow lets her in. it cares for her the way mark cares for her.

it's easy to fall into a lapsed silence, eyes soft as he admires her. he likes when it's just the two of them. watching her becomes increasingly less creepy when they're off the clock.

[runeread]

even when they first met, it had been pretty easy to spot the gears turning in mark's head. she sees them now– a little faint maybe, but there nonetheless. prying never does anybody any good, but she can ask. there's an understanding that cyn isn't expecting anything he's not ready to tell.

all of it feels like home– the look in his eyes, the feeling when he moves into her orbit, that quiet propriety. they both know that wouldn't stop her, but it does stop him, and that's what matters. it's a boundary quietly set, and it makes her feel very loved. " yeah, it is warm. " and for all her complaining about the heat, it's nicer up here– cooler at night, certainly– but there's something about being on the rooftop. the claustrophobia of all those buildings crowded together is gone.

she takes a breath in, long and slow, utterly content. brown eyes search his out and she nods. " yeah. thank you, mark. " it's an earnest gratitude– not a sense of obligation, but an acknowledgement of what he's shared with her, the home he has helped her find here. " it's nicest when you're here, though. "

silence has never been comfortable like it is with him. so often in her life, it meant something was wrong, something was missing– she used to long to fill it. now, it's easy to sit in. safe. a few moments tick by, punctuated with a sip of wine or two before she speaks again. " you looked like you were thinking about something before you sat down. "

[runeread]

i don't think im being paid correctly at work but i also don't understand the system!!! im gonna scream!!!

[runecast]

i saw him through the crack. he was there. he was staring at me … i drew a picture.

[runeread]

@runecast | contd from (x)

from the second she walked into the barrow, cyn was drawn to him. even before that, she thinks. something in mark had called to her, even without him knowing it, across hundreds of miles. for a long time, she had attributed her journey to the promise that the barrow held, the whisperings of all the things sealed carefully away within. at the time, it had felt like running away. now she can see it for the magnetic pull that it was. maybe that's why she stays so close– the inseparable attraction between two poles.

it feels like things are put to rights when she's with him– all the more when they're wrapped in each other's arms, when she can't tell anymore where she ends and he begins. with their foreheads pressed together, she drinks in every sound, every breath he has to give her. she answers his gasp with a sigh of relief, kisses pressed desperate and open-mouthed across his cheek to the slope of his jaw. his touch is gentle, but she can feel her skin light up beneath the pad of each finger. keeping their rhythm, slow but steady, she takes his face in her hands and seals her lips over his in a heated kiss.

[fadeintoyou1993]

this picture of courtney eaton.

[cur4tor]

( SMS ; CYNTHIA. ) you're too good to me. ( SMS ; CYNTHIA. ) i know you said non-negotiable, but - ( SMS ; CYNTHIA. ) i don't want you to go out of the way just to get me something to eat. ( SMS ; CYNTHIA. ) i promise i'm okay.

[runeread]

[ txt ; kit ] no such thing 💙

[ txt ; kit ] too late, i'm already leaving the house!

[ txt ; kit ] not going out of my way :) let me know what you'd like

[ txt ; kit ] i know you're okay, but your body isn't. please let me do this for you

[runeread]

listen you know he's calling her beloved... probably anything with my at the beginning of it too

pet names for cyn!

she is truly so enchanted by like everything he says, and beloved feels so poetic to her <3 and she loves being his so any 'my' names are a sure thing too

[wiickedsources]

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

[mashamorevna]

“Your body: was it ever yours alone?”

— Paisley Rekdal, from “Gokstadt/Ganymede,” published in Michigan Quarterly Review (via lifeinpoetry)

[fadeintoyou1993]

look at this picture of courtney eaton

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[mainedilla]

BARBARIAN 2022 — dir. Zach Cregger

[panelshowsource]

TASKMASTER 20.06 — Reece Shearsmith

[runeread]

"chill with her 60 y/o bf" yeah i guess you could call it that ;)

WHEEEEEEE