#and for my house i'll probably do something spirited away

[rnaeborowski]

i'm making part of my acnh island bollywood themed (my island is themed after movies and shows) and i am STRUGGLING finding good custom designs :(

also looking for bollywood movie recs as i am a noob.... i'm trying to find *specific* movies/shows to theme parts of my island after

[thevoidstaredback]

It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?

Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.

Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.

"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.

Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.

Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.

"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"

Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"

The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."

Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"

Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"

Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."

"Billy."

"No last name?"

"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"

He had to give it to him. "Touché."

Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.

The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.

"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"

Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."

The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.

Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."

"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"

Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"

The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"

The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.

"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.

"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.

"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"

"Magic."

"I guessed that much."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Will you teach me?"

"No."

"You didn't even think about it!"

"Okay," He paused. "No."

"Not fair." he pouted.

Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."

Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"

Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."

"Why not!"

"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."

"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.

Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."

Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"

The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.

"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."

Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"

Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"

He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."

Part 2 Part 4

(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return SE - Part 1: Elbert Greetia

᯽Please note: I am only translating Elbie's end for this part one event. Meaning it's Elbert's chapter, the Ending and Epilogue. The "second" Chapter is solely Alfon's Chapter and has no bearing on the story. And sorry if it sounds a bit stiff, it's been a while since I’ve translated Elbie.

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

(Huh?….Where am I?)

When I woke up, I wasn't in my room at Crown Castle, but lying on a bed in a strange room.

(I remember that last night Alfons and Lord Elbert invited me to drink some delicious alcohol...)

The sweet apple-flavored liquor was easy to drink and scrumptious.

I had only intended to drink a little, but they urged me to drink more, and before I knew it, I had passed out.

(Someone brought me here while I was sleeping…..?)

Amidst my confusion in an unfamiliar place, there was a knock on the door to my room, so I opened it.

Elbert: …..You woke up. Good morning.

(Good thing I’m in a place where I know people…!)

Kate: Pardon me, Lord Elbert. I don't remember coming to this mansion...where am I?

Kate: Perhaps, I’ve lost my memory again…?

It was only yesterday…..that I experienced amnesia when I woke up.

So, I ask timidly, worried that I've forgotten something today too.

Elbert: Al and I brought you to the mansion while you were drunk and passed out, so it's no wonder you don't remember.

Apparently, this is a mansion owned by Lord Elbert.

Kate: I see…….I'm glad I didn’t get drunk and storm into someone else's house or anything.

(But why was I brought here?)

(If I was drunk, they could’ve just returned me to my room at Crown Castle….)

(Well, whatever the reason….It’s probably the best not to overstay here.)

Kate: I can't cause you any more trouble, so I'll be returning to Crown right away.

Kate: Thank you for all of your help…… -?

As I was leaving the room, Lord Elbert grabbed my arm.

Elbert: …..Roger explained that if you change your environment, it may help recover your memories.

Kate: Is that why you invited me to your mansion, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: …..Yes. I’d like you to live here for the time being.

Kate: Lord Elbert, why do you want my memories to return?

Elbert: ……

Kate: Oh... I'm sorry. It was rude of me to ask such a strange question...!

Kate: I also want my past memories to come back.

Kate: It’s just, I’m a bit confused as to why you’re treating me so kindly, Lord Elbert…!

As if to ease my tension while I tried to explain, Elbert gently smiled.

Elbert: It’s fine. ….I understand.

Elbert: ….You may have forgotten, but I do have a reason.

Elbert: Kate, the reason why I want to recover your memories….. is because…

Perhaps it’s because Elbert is standing with the sunlight at his back…

….But a shadow suddenly fell across his face, making his expression look heavy.

Elbert: And now…..I have to protect you.

Kate: Protect…?

Elbert: No, I’m sorry…..Please forget about it.

The questions were growing, but the atmosphere wasn’t conducive to digging deeper, and Elbert’s grip on my arm didn’t weaken.

Kate: I understand. I think I’ll stay her for a while.

Elbert: ….I’m glad. You can think of this as your home….So, spend your time at ease.

Thus began my life at Elbert’s estate.

To keep my spirits up, Elbert takes me by the hand and shows me things everyday.

Today, Elbert took me to the mansion’s garden.

The sun was rising in the direction he was pointing, and as I squinted my eyes at the brighteness -

Kate: Oh…! What a cute little bird!

There were seeds in a wooden box in the garden, and several birds were visting to peck at them.

Kate: Lord Elbert, do you always feed seeds to birds at your mansion like this?

Elbert: No…..I tried it after you came to the mansion. I thought that looking at cute animals would soothe you…..

Kate: Thank you, Lord Elbert. Hehe….the little birds look happy too.

Elbert: It’s only been a few days since I started leaving the bird seed, but…..Day by day, more and more little ones come.

Kate: Maybe the birds are spreading word about the nice garden with delicious food.

Elbert: ……Perhaps you’re right.

Elbert: Kate. Does this mansion…..feel comfortable to you?

Kate: Yes, very much.

Elbert: ….Could you, stay here forever?

I hesitate to answer.

From Elbert’s expression and tone of voice, I sensed an incredible weight in the word “forever.”

Kate: Um….

Elbert: …..I see.

As I stammered, Elbert just smiled sorrowfully.

Kate: Do you want me to stay at the mansion to protect me?

Elbert: …..Yes.

Kate: Um….Can you tell me? What is it you’re trying to protect me from, Lord Elbert….

I wanted to know what was making Elbert’s expression cloud.

To know and remove the cause….I wanted Elbert to smile.

Elbert: That’s -

Just as Elbert was about to speak,

Alfons: Lord Elbie.

Alfons appeared and called Elbert’s name.

It was like he was trying to prevent Elbert from answering.

[Event Master List] [Elbert End]

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[reidsaurora]

Your event is so cute!!! Could I get a sun kissed Malibu dream house with Aaron?? 🥹 in need of some fluff with him hehe

i am so so sorry this took me so long to write! writer's block these past few months has been kicking my butt. but, thanks to my awesome betas, i think i wrote something you'll like! hope you enjoy!

"Summer Lovin" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: As the start of summer arrives, you and your friends at the BAU find yourselves feeling a bit reminiscent of the summers before. Along with that reminiscence, you start to miss the days when you and Aaron had little babies instead of big kids…

Pairing: Dad!Aaron Hotchner x Mom!Reader

Word Count: 2,019

Content Warning: lots of talk of babies/pregnancy, sexual humor, kind of fade to black smut if you read between the lines lol, small mention of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i'm so sorry this took so long, i had a very hard time writing this and def meant to post it sooner. however, in the spirit of my city being under a heat advisory today, this feels appropriate to post 😂

Originally Written: 06/04/2024 through 06/25/2024

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @virtual-vivi 🫶🏻🩷

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Summer Celebration info can be found here!

Sun Kissed - fluff requests

Malibu Dream House - domestic!au

Aaron tossed off the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief. “When did it get so hot?” he grumbled, his morning voice prominent. As he rolled over to his back, you spotted a big wet spot on the front of his tee shirt from just how much he was sweating.

Still, you scooted closer to him anyway and tossed an arm over his abdomen, his familiar scent filling your senses. “News said there’d be an excessive heat wave today.”

“It's probably ninety degrees already,” he complained, “and it's not even 9:00 yet.”

Rolling onto your side to face him, you left a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills,” you giggled, referencing one of your kids’ favorite movies. “When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do?”

“It's sweltering! How in the world could you possibly want to cuddle right now?” Aaron ignored your attempt to brighten the mood, instead opting to toss a pillow over his head and groan into it.

You just pulled the pillow away and left another peck on his jaw. “Because I love you. And because our children are gonna come in here any minute to take you away from me.”

He noticed the small pout that followed your statement, the expression enough to soften even Aaron Hotchner, king of stoicism, up. “Alright, fine. I'll allow it. But only because you drive a hard bargain.”

Your pout was replaced with a smirk as you snuggled closer into his side. “Mmm, that means a lot, coming from an ex-prosecutor. Maybe I should've gone to law school with you.”

“You're too sensitive for the big house, or whatever they say,” Aaron snickered. After noticing your look of offense, he quickly covered with, “I didn't mean it in a bad way. You have feelings. It's a very nice thing to come home to after dealing with emotionless psychopaths all day.”

“I think you're trying to compliment me. I'll take it.”

His lips met yours for a quick peck before saying, “I have nothing but compliments for you, my love,” Then, he met you with a second, much longer kiss, and while he tasted like morning breath, moments like this were so rare that you were willing to look past it.

One of his large hands met your leg, his calloused fingertips trailing along your bare skin. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been like this, with two children always needing your attention and the FBI always needing Aaron's. Just a simple touch of his fingers had you forgetting about the outside world, if even for just a moment.

Your lips met his neck, his stubble scratchy against your skin. He'd been away on a case in Seattle for about a week, and you were certain he hadn't shaved the whole trip. You liked it that way anyway.

His hand traveled further up under your nightgown, settling on your thigh. He squeezed the supple skin, a gesture of both affection and want.

“Are you trying to go for number three?” you joked before kissing his neck once more.

“Believe me,” Aaron chuckled, “if I knew I had enough time, I'd certainly try.”

As if on cue, four scurrying feet came stamping across the hardwood floor into your bedroom. “Good morning, Daddy!” both of your children yelled in sync, climbing onto the edge of the bed.

“That's why you're not allowed a third,” you mumbled into his ear. “The ones you have don't even appreciate me.”

“They love you, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. To the kids, he said, “Good morning. Don't you have anything else you want to say?”

They both turned to you, sheepish looks coming across their tiny, adorable faces. “Good morning, Mommy.”

“That's better,” Aaron said, gaining him a snicker from you. “Now, may I ask why the two of you are up so early and you're already in your swimsuits?”

It was then that you realized he was right. Jack, the older of your children, was sporting his favorite Spiderman swim trunks, while his little sister, Libby, had managed to dress herself in a cherry-print swimsuit she hadn't quite grown into yet. They made your heart melt.

“Daddy,” Libby sighed, clearly exasperated with her father, “don't you know what day it is?”

It happened to be the day your kids hadn't stopped talking about for weeks: the beginning-of-summer pool party you and Aaron threw every year for your friends and his coworkers at the BAU.

Aaron tapped a finger against his chin, his brows furrowing as he thought. “Let's see… it's not Libby’s birthday, and it's not Jack’s birthday, it's not my birthday, and I don't think it's your mom’s birthday,” his last comment earned him a sarcastic look from you. “Hmm, what day could it be?”

You joined in on his little game, tapping against your chin as you pretended to think. “Perhaps it's Christmas?”

Jack narrowed his eyes at you. “It's too early in the year for Christmas,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You're right.” As you continued tapping your finger, you shot Aaron a knowing look, which he gladly returned. He could tell by the gleam in your eye exactly what you meant with that look. “Is it…”

Each of you grabbed a kid, tickling and eliciting little squeals and giggles. “Pool party day?!” the two of you shouted in sync.

Libby thrashed around in your arms, laughing and squirming, while Jack attempted to escape his father's arms. Moments like these were almost as rare as the ones with just you and Aaron, so you had to take advantage of them while you could.

“It's pool party day!” Libby squeaked, while Jack was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.

Their smiles and laughs pulled at your heartstrings. You wondered when the universe decided to make your babies grow up, since it seemed like only yesterday when you had a newborn and a two-year-old.

Bringing yourself out of your nostalgic trance, you pulled yourself out of the bed, grabbing each kid by the hand. “Who wants to make pancakes while Daddy’s in the shower?”

—

Soon enough, all your friends had arrived and it felt like summer had too. Penelope and Spencer were currently entertaining all the kids, while the other men were crowded around the grill and the rest of the ladies were sitting poolside and working on their tans.

“You ever wonder if either of them will have kids?” JJ asked, nodding toward Penelope and Spencer.

“Spencer, a hundred percent,” Emily answered, like her statement was a fact. “Penelope, I'm not so sure.”

You were next to jump into the conversation, not even bothering to look up from your magazine. “Why do you ask, Jen?”

JJ let out a longing sigh. “It's been so long since we've had a baby around here.”

Putting the magazine down, you looked over to her, eyebrows creased. “Henry's only three. It hasn't been that long.”

“You don't miss having a baby at our get-togethers? Emily, where do you stand?”

“Don’t look at me,” Emily said with wide eyes. “If I didn't have to change another diaper for a lifetime, it still wouldn't be long enough.” She was the one person in the group that was rather indifferent to children, but babies, she'd rather not talk about or be around.

“Yeah, babies are nice,” you said, “but the pregnancy part? That's what I'd rather go a lifetime without.”

“Well, I'm sure there's one thing we can all agree on,” JJ snickered. “At least making the baby is fun.”

Emily tossed the pillow behind her back in the direction of her coworker, giggling all the while. “Jennifer!”

“What?” she laughed as she swatted the pillow away. “Am I wrong?”

You let out a small snicker yourself, shooting a glance in the direction of your husband, who was currently taking his turn in manning the grill.

Neither of your friends missed that look, both their mouths falling agape at the expression. “Spill!” they squealed in sync.

Penelope made her way over from the edge of the pool, her face overtaken by the brightest smile known to mankind. “I heard the ‘Someone has beans to spill’ variety of squeals and giggles. What am I missing?”

“Nothing,” you insisted with an eye roll.

Emily patted the edge of her chaise, welcoming Penelope over. “Come sit, we're gonna get it out of her. After all, two out of three of us are profilers.”

Your eyes narrowed at the brunette. “Do you forget that I also used to be a profiler before my kids came along?”

“Stop changing the subject,” Penelope said with a swat of her hand. “Spill your guts. What did I miss?”

“Well, we were talking about how it's been so long since anyone on the team, past or present, has had a kid,” Jennifer explained.

“And someone looked at her husband with that look,” Emily further explained.

You scoffed. “It was not that look.”

“It totally was,” your friends spoke in sync.

Penelope's face lit up like a child in a candy store, her mind clearly running rampant with ideas of what the look meant. “Oh my God, are you-”

“No!” you quickly interrupted, knowing exactly where that question was headed. “Not yet anyway,” you mumbled under your breath.

The three of them practically jumped out of their seats and gathered around you, all screams and smiles.

“We haven't even had the conversation yet!”

“But you're going to!” Penelope insisted.

You rolled your eyes, but internally, you couldn't be happier for the gift of friendship from these three women. Jennifer, the mom friend in more ways than one. Emily, the voice of reason who not-so-secretly had a funny side and always knew how to make you laugh. And Penelope, the perfect shoulder to cry on and perfect soul to confide in. Lucky didn't even begin to describe how you felt about knowing these women.

Suddenly, you found yourself— as Penelope had said— spilling your guts. “I don't know. This morning just felt… different. Like, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have another baby around.”

The three of them flooded you with comments of love and support, hugs wrapping around you from each direction. Having another baby would be different, of course, but your friends were making sure that you knew it would be a good kind of different.

“I still have to get Aaron on board, so no one get too excited,” you reminded them.

JJ was already way ahead of you. “We've got the kids, Rossi and Derek have the grill. Don't worry about anything out here. You and your man deserve a moment of free time.”

“Just so we're clear,” you said, pointing a finger as if to further prove your point, “we are just going to talk. No funny business.”

Emily snickered. “Yeah, the same way you guys used to ‘talk’ on the jet?” Your cheeks heated to a bright red shade at her comment.

“Ew, Hotch is in the mile high club?!” Penelope practically screamed. Luckily, everyone else seemed too engrossed in conversation to hear her, but you were still mortified nonetheless.

“Okay, scratch what I said. I'm actually going inside to give myself a lobotomy.”

And with that, your friends were shouting in sync different variations of “Have fun!”

Then, with a smile on your face from both the joy of friendship and the love you had for your husband, you found yourself heading over to the grill and pulling Aaron away. His reaction was nothing short of laughter as you practically dragged him toward the house, his shirt nearly coming off with how hard you were tugging it.

Lips met skin as you closed the back door behind you. Aaron let out another chuckle, though he surely wasn't protesting your affection. “Woah, that look in your eyes tells me you're the one thinking about number three,” he commented, referencing your words from that morning.

“Well,” you said as your fingers started to trail under the hem of his dark gray tee shirt. With another kiss to his neck, you continued, “About that…”

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[writtenbyan-aries]

Summary: Sam and reader's relationship is fairly new. They've been keeping it a secret from everyone, even Colby. But, it soon gets unveiled to him by some tricksters that spook Sam and reader during their investigation.

Warnings: some SMUT18+, strong language, scary and creepy things done to reader by ghosts such as touching and being spoken to, oral (f), fingering, hair pulling, comedic fluff with a slight dash of smut

Word count: 6.5k | not edited

Disclaimer: I made everything up for this story, straight off the top of my head. Enjoy!

"What's up guys." Colby says loudly with a smile, "It's Sam and Colby. But you already knew that." He laughs and you shake your head.

"Today, we have a very special guest. You probably have seen her in a few of our other videos." Sam holds his hand out towards you, "Y/n."

"Hey guys!" You wave, "I'm very. Very excited for this one today and I'll let the guys explain why."

Sam gives you a smile and looks back at the camera, "Today we're investigating the Seebold Manor." Sam looks at Colby.

"The Seebold Manor is like no other place we've explored because today, we won't just be dealing with normal ghosts and or demons.."

"We are going to be.. drum roll please." Sam starts to pat his knees, you and Colby following along, "What we were told are trickster spirits."

"Y/n. Why don't you tell them what that means." Colby motions and Sam watches you as you take a deep breath, "So. We will be dealing with trickster spirits, as Sam said. These spirits are basically what their name says. They like to play tricks, basically moving stuff around. Tapping your shoulder, generally non-harmful stuff."

"I was told by the owner, that one person- or.." Sam looks at Colby and holds up two fingers, "Was it two people that were tripped on the steps?"

Colby presses his fingers to his chin and thinks for a moment, "I think Brian said two."

You glance over at Sam as he continues talking, and all you can think about is how no one knows that you're dating, and how good Sam looks.

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

You blink, breaking your stare from Sam and quickly cover it up, "I saw something standing over there."

Sam smirks slightly, covering his lips with his hand to hide it, knowing that you were definitely looking at him, "Where?"

You point, "Over by that one cement pillar thingy."

"Oh shit." Colby shakes his head, "They're probably thinking, this group of nimwits will be easy to mess with."

You all laugh and you nod, "You know, I was honestly thinking that, too." Sam looks at you, "I third that. We're in for it tonight."

"We are going to go ahead and get set up.." Sam points to the camera, "See you guys in a minute."

As you make your way towards the house, Sam's hand gently brushes against yours and you smile at him. You head snaps towards Colby as he turns around and you cross your arms.

You wanted to tell Colby, you really did. But you like the idea of sneaking around right now. The adrenaline from possibly getting caught.

You and Sam both knew that Colby would only be mad because you didn't tell him right away, and you were fine with that.

This is something that only you and Sam knew about, and you wanted to milk it just a little while longer.

"Alright. What shall we do first?" Colby claps his hands together, "I definitely think we should just kind of sit stuff out, see if we can catch it being moved?"

"That's a really good idea. I brought a third camera, just in case we'd need it. We can set it up in the living room area to watch our other thing." Sam looks around, clicking the camera on, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" You and Colby say in unison, looking to where Sam is looking.

It's quiet for a second before you speak up, "What did you hear?"

"Like a rubber dodge ball being bounced. Like the echo of it, you know what I mean?" Sam whispers as he looks to you and Colby. He snaps his head back, "There it was again."

You shake your head, "I didn't hear any of that. Did you?" You point to Colby and he shakes his head, "I didn't hear that, but when we were walking down the steps it felt like someone walked past me, you know that feeling?"

You and Sam nod, "I thought someone else was with us, like there was five when we came back down stairs." Sam motions behind him, "Like they were following close.”

You shake, "oh, I just got goosebumps."

Sam gives you a sympathetic look, wanting to comfort you but not wanting to give it away just yet, "I had them the second we walked in, actually."

"Alright. I'll go get the other camera so we can set that up first." Colby points to the door, "Do you guys have anything on you that you could set out in the meantime?"

You take your backpack off your shoulders and unzip it, "I have my water bottle and for some reason, an extra pair of socks."

They laugh and Sam turns the camera off before he takes off his backpack, "I have a water bottle too, and I have a few of our stickers we could set out."

Colby nods, "I'll grab something from the car. I'll be right back." As soon as he leaves, Sam pulls you in by the waist, "We should just tell him. I can't stand playing this, we're only friends game.."

You sigh, laying your hands on his chest, "I know. It's hard keeping my friendly distance from you."

Sam presses his lips to your forehead, "At any time you get scared you can come to me." Sam looks down at you and you nod, "I know. I will.. but.." you bite your lip, smirking, "I had an idea."

"Uh oh." He smirks and tilts his head, "Let's hear it."

"While we were doing the tour.." you glance to the door, making sure Colby didn't come back yet, "I've kept a mental note about rooms."

"Rooms?" Sam raises a brow, "Tell me more."

"If we.. ya know.. split up.. we could meet up in one of the said rooms.." you smirk, "Do I need to keep going?"

Sam shakes his head, cupping your cheeks, "You're an adventurous little devil aren't you?"

You shrug, "Figured it could add to the exhilaration."

"I don't have any doubts about that." Sam gives you a quick kiss and steps away as the door opens and Colby walks through, "So I grabbed one of my extra sweatshirts, I figured we could fold it a certain way. See if it gets moved or something?" Colby walks over, "it's the only thing I could find."

"That should work. I'm sure they'll move stuff that's already here too. So we just need to make a mental note-" you stop and look down the hall, "Clapping. Like a quick-" you clap your hands together and look at them.

Sam turns the camera on again, "Y/n just said she heard clapping.. I didn't.. did you?" He points the camera to Colby and he tilts his head, "I thought I hea-" Colby gasps, eyes going wide as he points, "That."

You nod, "Exactly that."

Sam points the camera down the hallway, "y/n. Clap twice."

You clap your hands together, twice like Sam asked. You wait a few moments and the clapping sound happens back.

"No fucking way." Sam shakes his head.

"Holy fuck." Colby pokes your arm, "Do it three times this time."

You take a deep breath, clapping your hands three times slowly, and sure enough, three claps come back, "Oh my god." You shiver, "That is fucking wild."

"Let's do the REM pod. We can set it at the entrance of the living room." Sam sighs, "this is going to be good."

He cuts the camera and you walk down the hall, jumping as you hear a loud clap almost next to your head, "Fuck." You laugh, "Someone clapped again.. but it was like right next to my head this time."

"Yeah I definitely heard that one." Colby takes the pod and turns it on, setting it down on the ground, "Okay." He looks at the camera once Sam gets it rolling, "someone clapped right next to y/n's head as we were walking down here. So that means something is here."

You all back away from the pod and Sam hand the camera to Colby before speaking, "So as you all know, and if you don't, this is what is called a REM pod. It lights up red when something gets close to it, just like this." He walks up, lifting his shoe to get it to light up red, "Has to be pretty close for it to light up so.."

Sam clears his throat, "My name is Sam, this is Colby and y/n. We're here to do an investigation, get to know this place a little bit better. We mean absolutely no harm to you or anyone else that might be here."

"We heard you clapping for us, so if you're here with us right now, can you make that little red light flash just like my friend Sam did?" Colby asks and keeps the camera on the pod, waiting for it to flash.

And it does.

"Great. Thank you." Colby blows air, "If this is one of the members from the Seebold family, can you make it light up again?"

After a few moments of glancing at each other and waiting, it lights up red.

As you're standing there, listening to them ask more questions, something brushes your leg and you jump, "Shit." You look around, "Something brushed or rubbed up against my leg."

Colby turns the flash on the camera, moving it around, "There's nothing here. Where was it at?"

You point to your calf, "It honestly felt like a cat, you know when they rub up against your leg."

"Maybe they had a cat?" Sam suggests, "I don't know if they had any animals or not but I'm sure it's possible."

You shrug and the pod lights up, "Can you make that light up again if you had a cat."

Instant red.

"Well. I guess they had a cat." You laugh and sigh, "That was so weird."

"There's that sound again." Sam turns, "The rubber ball bouncing." He holds his hand out to keep you and Colby from talking, "Can you do that again so my fri-"

You raise your eyebrows, "I hear it."

Colby nods, "Yeah. I hear that, too. That's fucking.." he laughs, "Oh shit."

"Thank you." Sam looks at you and Colby with a nervous smile, "So they like to let us know they're here."

The pod lights up red and you laugh, "We appreciate you being so active with us." It lights up again and you look at Sam and Colby, "They must like us or something."

"Alright, so should we let that here with the camera on and go to the other rooms?" Sam glances at you and you look down to hide your smile.

Colby nods, "We can set out stuff out all over. Put the camera up right there on that table." Colby walks over to a table and sets the extra camera down, "Does this work?"

"Yeah, that's perfect, yes." Sam starts setting stuff out and you fold Colby's sweatshirt in a specific way.

Hood tucked under and the sleeves in the hoodie pocket. You tie the strings into a bow, "That look specific enough?"

Colby walks over and chuckles, "that's better than what I was going to do."

You laugh, "Colby. I've seen how you fold and I think it's a good thing that I did this." He scoffs and sighs, "Yeah. You're right."

You gasp, jumping towards him as you feel the same feeling on your leg, "That fucking ghost cat. I swear to god."

"I'll have to ask Brian tomorrow if they had a cat for sure. But I'm going to just assume that with that lighting up red." Sam motions to the pod, "Means they did."

"Alright guys." Colby says into the camera, "So from the looks of it.." he starts laughing, "Y/n is going to be tormented by this ghost cat for the rest of the night."

"Glad you find humor is my time of horror." You laugh and move over next to Sam, "We should set something at the top of the steps. See if anything knocks it down or something."

Sam nods, "That's a good idea, too."

You look around the room, "Did you turn that camera on, Colby?" Colby nods, "Yeah, I turned it-" he looks t the camera, "It's off. I swear I turned it on."

"I'm pretty sure you did. I watched you." Sam hands you the camera and walks over to Colby, "The light was on for sure."

"Y/n."

"What?" You look up at Sam and Colby and they look at you confused. You laugh slightly, "Did one of you not just say my name?"

They shake their heads and Sam points, "I was messing with this camera and Colby was talking to me about it."

"That's so weird. It sounded like.. actually it sounded like Colby's voice saying my name." You step closer to them and look behind you, "I know they aren't going to hurt us, but I can't help but feel anxious."

"Are you okay?" Sam asks and you nod, "Oh yeah, I'm fine." You laugh slightly, "Kinda comical if you really think about it."

Sam laughs and looks at Colby, "Alright. Well if this doesn't stay on, we'll just have to make sure we record with this one where everything is placed."

Colby nods, "Alright. Yeah. I hope this stays o-" he whips his head around and lays a hand on his cheek, "Something just kissed me." He looks at you and Sam with wide eyes and he laughs, "I swear to god, it felt like lips on my cheek."

Sam turns the camera around on him and sighs, "I just want to say that If Colby doesn't leave with us, it's because he's staying with his new ghost girlfriend."

You cover your lips to hide your laughter and Sam looks at Colby and full out laughs, "I'm sorry. I had to, brother."

Colby rolls his eyes, "Let's just.." he laughs slightly, "Get out of here."

Sam pans the camera over everything that's set out before you leave the living area.

"I think we should go to, what did he say, Malcom's room?" Sam looks over at you and Colby, "Maybe we can find out how the fire that burned the original down."

"I brought the EMF meter, so we can ask yes or no questions." Colby digs into his bag and pulls it out, "I think his room was the third one on the left upstairs."

As you make your way down the hallway, Sam trips but catches himself, "Alright." He laughs slightly, "Colby did you trip me?"

"As much as I thought about it.. no, I didn't trip you." Colby smirks and looks around, "y/n. Did you trip Sam?"

"No." You shake your head and look at Sam, "Are you okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, no I'm good." He looks around, "That was like, right in front of you." He point to you and you raise your brows, "you know, as we were walking, it did feel like we walked through a cold bubble."

All three of you snap your heads behind you as you all hear what sounds like people running.

"I didn't like that." You step towards Sam and grab his arm, "That was close."

Sam holds onto your sweatshirt sleeve, "Yeah, that was almost like they were running towards us."

"Don't say that, Sam. Fuck. Now they'll come running at us." Colby laughs nervously and shakes his head, "Let's just.. get upstairs."

All three of you now walk at a quicker pace, still looking behind you and laughing when you do it at the same time.

"Careful on these steps." Sam tells you as he walks in front of you. You nod, holding onto the banister as you follow him up.

"Right here is where it felt like someone was with us during the tour." Colby motions to the stairs, "But it was when we were coming down."

"Wait.." you tap Sam and point, "Do you hear that? It sounds like the REM pod going off, like constantly."

They're silent for a few moments before looking at each other, "I bet you they're moving our stuff." Colby shakes his head, "Wanna go check it out now or?"

"Let's give it a little bit yet. We can go up here first." Sam looks up the steps and continues walking, "can you imagine tumbling down these steps though?"

You laugh slightly, "I feel like they're wide enough you wouldn't really get hurt if you tuck and rolled." You look at Colby and he shakes his head, "I'm not doing that."

"I want going to-"

He cuts you off, "I know you, y/n. I'm not tucking and rolling down these steps." He laughs and looks at the stairs, "Although.. it would be fun."

Sam laughs, "Let me know how you make out with that."

You reach the top of the stairs, looking both ways before continuing straight on, "Oh. Here." You point to the door that has Malcom in cursive letters.

Colby places his hand on the knob, twisting slowly as he pushes the door open, "Malcom, we're here to ask you a few questions."

You follow Colby in, Sam behind you.

"Hi Malcom." You look around and Sam walks in, "Hey Malcom, so we brought up our little device that allows you to light up green for yes and red for no as answers to our questions."

Colby gets it out, turning it on, "Alright. Who wants to go first?" You look between them and raise your hand, "I will."

You watch as Colby places the device on the stand and you look around, "Malcom.. are you here with us?"

A few minutes goes by, nothing.

"Is anyone here with us?" Sam asks and the reader lights up green, "Is this Malcom?"

The reader lights up red.

"Are you one of Malcom's brothers?" Colby asks and the reader lights up green. Colby looks up, "Hmm. Okay. What were his brother's names?"

"Miller and-" the reader lighting up green cuts you off, "Is this Miller?" It lights up green again and you motion, "It's Miller."

Sam laughs slightly and smirks as Colby shakes his head, "Thanks. I had no idea." He laughs and crosses his arms, "Miller, can you tell us if the fire that burned this house down was an accident?"

Lights up green.

"Was it caused by a prank you and your brothers were playing?" Sam asks and it lights up green then flashes to red.

"That's weird." You look between them, "Is there someone else here with you, Miller?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Monroe?" You nod as it lights up green, "I remember Brian saying that one of the kids was a trouble maker.. he took the-" you put air quotes, "Pranks.. too far."

"That's right." Sam nods, "Monroe, was it you that started the fire?"

Lights up green.

"Was it an accident?" Colby asks in a softer tone and it lights up green, "You didn't mean to light the house on fire?" Colby asks again and it lights up red.

You shiver slightly at the mixed signals, "I just got a chill." You feel the same cat-like rubbing against your leg and you jump, letting out a slight scream, "That fucking. Cat!"

You move over by Sam, standing close to him as you're dead set on laying eyes on this ghostly cat apparition.

"Again?" Sam turns, "What the hell is up with that?"

"Kitty likes y/n." Colby laughs and you glare at him, "At least I didn't get kissed by a ghost."

His laughter stops and he goes serious, "Shut up."

You snicker and take a deep breath, "I like cats... don't get me wrong.. but I like the ones I can actually see." Sam lays his hand on your back, keeping the camera on Colby, "You aren't scratched or anything are you?"

You shift to pull the leg of your pants up, "No." you shake your head, "nothing is here."

"Well that's good, at least." Sam looks to Colby, "Should we go to the parents room? See if we can talk to them?"

Colby nods, "Yeah but if I get kissed again, I'm out."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam laughs and you follow him to the door, "Thank you Miller and Malcom."

Colby walks out behind you, shutting the door, "If it wasn't for posting this.. I'd say we never speak about that ever again." He laughs.

"They like you, honestly can't blame them." Sam purses his lips together and looks away. Colby smirks and pretends to get shy, "oh shucks. Sam. You know how to speak to me just right."

You almost told Colby to stop flirting with your boyfriend but you caught yourself, laughing as you shake your head.

"Alright. Alright." Sam laughs, "I'm thinking we try and get something out of the next room then we go down and check our stuff."

"Works for me." You nod and Colby nods, "Alright, let's do this."

You make your way to the room at the end of the hall, opening the door and making your way in. As you walk in, you gasp, "I swear something moved."

"Where?" Sam points the camera to where you're pointing, "Like a figure?"

You nod, "Yeah, like a white figure just moved into the wall. It was quick."

"That could either be Matthias or his wife, Molly." Colby looks around and you nod, "They really like the M names, don't they?"

"I don't really know anything about that, but I've caught onto that, too." Sam motions to Colby, "Set out the EMF, Colby."

Colby turns it on, setting it down on the bed, "Is anyone here with us?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Molly?" You ask and it lights up green, "Was that you that I saw when we first came in?" It lights up green again and you sigh, "We mean no harm, Molly. We just want to ask you some more questions if that's okay."

It lights up green and you look at Sam, "Should we ask about Monroe?" He nods, "I mean, I think we should." You nod and look to Colby, "Your turn."

"Were you afraid of Monroe?" Colby asks and it lights up green then shuts up quickly. Colby looks at Sam, "That would make sense."

Sam nods, "Yeah. If he felt outcasted or something, you know?" Colby nods, "We're you scared of him because of his pranks?"

Lights up green.

"Did he want to cause harm?" Sam asks and you watch as it flashes from green to red repeatedly, "Are you unsure?"

Lights up green.

"Okay, Molly. That's fine. Thank you." Sam looks to you and then to Colby, "Should we go downstairs now?"

Colby nods, "Yeah. I'm actually curious to see what was moved." He walks over to the door, "Did you close this when you came in, Sam?"

He shakes his head, "No I left it open."

"Did you close it?" Colby looks at you and you shake your head, "I didn't touch the door." Colby looks to Sam, "Fucking hell. Okay." He tries to open the door but it doesn't open.

"Is it locked?" Sam asks walking up to him, "Hold on let me.." Sam bends down, using the flash on the camera to see.

As you're standing there, waiting for them to get the door open, you feel something grab your ankle. When you lift that one, something grabs your other one and you let out a yell, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

You move over to Sam and Colby and point to the end of the bed, "Something grabbed my ankles." You squeeze between them and Sam wraps his arm around your waist, "I moved the one it grabbed first then it grabbed my other one."

"They just wanted to see you dance, y/n." Colby says, "Are you okay?"

"They could have just asked me. Damn." You laugh slightly, "Yeah. I'm good. Let's just get out of here." You turn to grab the knob and the door opens, "They did it on purpose, little shits."

Sam and Colby laugh quietly as they follow you out of the room, "Oh. Did you want to set something at the top here?" Sam points to the steps, "We can put.." he looks around and walks over to grab something off the stand, "This here."

You nod, "That'll work." Your eyes follow him as he sets the circular object down. Sam stands back up, "Alright. Let's head down."

You stay close to Sam as you walk down the steps, glancing behind you every so often. Colby does the same, "Ever since we came down these the first time I can't shake that someone is with us."

Sam nods, "These stairs are weird." He turns at the bottom, making sure you come down safely, "I don't know how to explain it, but you know what I mean."

Colby walks down, "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like there's just something that lives on the stairs or whatever."

You look down the hall, "The REM is going off again."

"Is it?" Sam points the camera down the hall, "Yeah it is. Holy fuck." He looks at you before he starts walking, you and Colby follow.

"Wait." You stop, bending down to pick up one of their stickers but it's stuck to the floor, "Sam. Colby." You move back, pointing to the sticker, "Something stuck that here."

"No fucking way." Sam moves the camera over it, trying to lift it up, "That's actually insane."

Colby bends down, looking up at Sam, "I hope we can't get in trouble for this." He laughs slightly, "we didn't do that."

"That's actually scary." You run a hand through your hair and it feels like a strand is lifted up, "Oh my go-" you move away, running your hand over your hair, "Did you get that?" You look at Sam and he nods, "I honestly think so. Fuck. Here."

He cuts the camera off and replays what he just recorded. Sure enough, you see the strand lift up and you jump away, "Oh my god. You got it." You look up at him and Colby takes the camera, replaying it, "That's actually fucking crazy."

You laugh, "I can't believe that." You point, "let's go see what else is moved." You walk with them to the living room area and look over the room.

Colby's hoodie isn't on the table, folded like you left it. It's actually no where to be found.

Your water bottle is on its side, on the other table.

Sam's water bottle, is empty, but there isn't any water in it.

"I hope you weren't thirsty and I hope you didn't like that sweatshirt." You shake your head in disbelief, "Oh, my socks are separated and one is here and the other is... gone." You turn to look at Sam and Colby.

"I liked that sweatshirt." Colby's voice is in a higher tone and he pretends to pout, "Damn it." He laughs and Sam walks over, "There's only one sticker left. I laid out three. So the second one is.." he looks around, walking around the living room area, "I can't find it."

"Is the camera still on?" You point and Colby walks over. After a few seconds of messing with it, he looks up, "Come watch this."

You walk over, along with Sam and stand on either side of Colby. You both watch as Sam's water bottle slowly uncaps and falls over, almost like someone was gently laying it on its side.

"That's so weird." Sam laughs nervously, "Oh, y/n. Your water bottle just falls over."

"Does it show Colby's sweatshirt moving?" You ask and Colby shakes his head, "I don't think-" the camera shows Colby's sweatshirt moving and then it's almost like it lays over the camera before it shuts off, "..so."

"So.." Sam stands up and turns, "Your sweatshirt.. covered the camera.. then the camera cuts out... and now your sweatshirt is just... gone?"

You lean on the table with one hand, "Tricksters." You laugh slightly and shake your head, "I'm sure we'll find it somewhere. It has to be around here somewhere."

Colby looks around, "thats actually really good footage, when though we don't have much." Colby runs a hand over his face, "The fact that it's just gone.. my mind is blown right now."

"Why don't we split up?" Sam suggests and Colby snaps his head towards him, "What?"

You smirk and look away as Sam explains, "We have three cameras. Two of us take each hallway down here. One goes upstairs."

You quickly put your finger on your nose for going upstairs, "No nose goes."

Sam quickly puts his finger on his noses followed by Colby and he groan, "Fuuuuck me."

You laugh, "Have fun upstairs, Brock."

"Have fun with your ghost cat, y/l/n." Colby chuckles and you shrug, "At least mine doesn't try to kiss me."

"Alright children." Sam laughs, "Let's get y/n set up with a camera and then we can get started." Sam sets the camera down on the table to get into his backpack to get you your camera.

After getting situated, Sam starts rolling, "Alright guys. So we are splitting up." He looks between you and Colby, "Well each have a camera. I'm sending Colby with the REM pod. Y/n will have the EMF. I'll just have me myself and I."

"Yeah, that's what you get for making me go upstairs." Colby laughs, "Let's just do this. Meet at the bottom of the steps in what? Thirty minutes?"

You and Sam nod, "that sounds fair enough." You look at Sam and he smirks, "Works for me." He looks to Colby, "let's go."

You all walk to the bottom of the steps and say your jokingly goodbyes before you all part ways. You were honestly kind of nervous to be on your own, but you knew you were meeting up with Sam any minute now.

You walk down the hall, looking at each door and picture frame that was hung on the wall, "That's the family guys." You point the camera to the picture of the Seebold family and take a deep breath as you continue walking.

You round the corner and stop when you hear the faint sound of footsteps, "Fuck. Okay. There's footsteps.. like someone is walking.. somewhere." You whisper to the camera, "Oh my god. I'm actually shitting my pants right now."

You laugh quietly and force yourself to keep walking. You reach your hand out, feeling the wall end and you go to turn the corner but you run into something and it grabs your arm.

You scream slightly but Sam turns his flashlight on, pointing it on himself, "Hey. It's me! It's me!"

You let out a sigh, "Holy fuck, Sam." You lay a hand on your chest, "I didn't know these hallways connected like this.”

He nods, "Neither did I."

You catch your breath and look up at him, and it's instant fire. You were finally alone with him.

And you had thirty minutes to spare.

"Come on." Sam smirks and pulls you into one of the rooms. It's mainly empty, but you didn't need much.

Sam turns his camera off and sets it down, along with yours and his hands are instantly on your waist, pinning you against the wall.

"Ever since you said something about it, it's all I could think about." He mumbles against your lips. You nod, "Mhm."

Your hands slide up his chest, intertwining your fingers with his hair. He slides a hand down, slipping it into the band of your leggings, "gotta be quick and quiet."

He drops down to his knees, pulling your leggings down to below your knees. You nod, watching as he slides his hands up your thighs. He pulls your panties to the side and rises up slightly.

You spread your legs as far as your leggings will let you before Sam leans in, lips wrapping around your clit.

You press your hand hard against your mouth to muffle your moans. Your other hand is on his head.

He lowly groans against you as he digs his fingers into your legs. You roll your hips forward, everything becoming nothing but you and him right now.

His tongue drags against your folds and you whimper. He looks up at you, moving to stand up as his fingers replace his tongue.

You moan as he pushes his fingers into you. He rests his forehead against yours, "You're so wet."

You tilt your head back to look up at him and his lips crash onto yours. You wrap an arm around his neck, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Wait.." you pull away breathing heavy, "wait."

"What, babe?" Sam looks at you confused and you look at him, "That sounds.. I swear I just heard Colby yelling."

He pulls his fingers from you and you hike your pants back up, "Like it sounded faint which makes sense because he's upstairs, but like."

Sam looks at you, "That?"

You listen for a minute and nod when you hear Colby yell again, "Yes. Yes that!"

"Sam! Y/n!"

You and Sam grab your cameras, turning them on when you get out into the hall. Sam takes a deep breath, "Yo Colby!"

Nothing.

"Okay. So I ran into y/n. We didn't know these hallways meet, and now we hear Colby yelling." Sam explains as he points the camera to him.

"Wait. Sam. What if they're just mocking him? Like trying to trick us? Isn't that what they did earlier to me when they said my name and it sounded like his voice?" You look at Sam and he looks at you, "it could be, but I don't want to take any chances."

You and Sam make your way down the hall and you stop, "Did you light these?" You point to the lit candles on the stand and Sam shakes his head, "No."

You look behind you, "Sounds like someone's walking." You look to Sam and back behind you, "Colby? Did you light these candles?"

Nothing.

"Alright let's just go fi-"

As you and Sam round the corner to the steps, a cat meowing at you both on the corner of the stand, makes you and Sam let out a loud ass scream, catching you off guard.

Sam grabs your hand and pulls you with him, dragging you with to the bottom of the stairs, "What the fuck?!"

"A fucking cat!? Was that a cat!?" You yell, looking up at Sam, "There's a real life fucking cat!?" You scream, clinging to Sam as your breathing is rapid, "What the fuck? Colby!!"

"Colby!" Sam yells, holding you close, "Colby there's a fucking cat!"

The ball shaped object that Sam placed at the top of the steps comes bouncing down, causing you and Sam to freeze.

You slowly turn your head, looking at Sam until you hear the sound of footsteps coming at you. You grab onto Sam tighter, letting out a scream, "Colby! Sam there were footsteps coming at us."

Sam pulls you closer,"Yo, Colby. Come on man!" He looks around, catching glimpse of the cat comes running over, but it doesn't register with him right away, so he takes off running.

"Sam!" You scream, "Where are you-" you let out a scream as the cat rubs up against your leg and Sam comes back quickly to grab you to pull you with him, "I thought you were behind me!"

"I'm over this!" You yell out, laughing slightly, "There's no way that's a cat. And that ball. What the hell."

"Yo. Colby!" Sam screams as you walk back over to the steps, "Let's go man!"

"What the fuck is happening down here?" Colby yells as he comes down the top flight of stairs, "All I heard was you both absolutely lo-"

Colby trips, rolling down the steps with a grunt, "oh fuck."

You and Sam run over to him, kneeling down next to him, "Colby. Hey. You with us?" Sam taps his face and he nods, "Yeah. I landed on the camera."

"I honestly think I got that on camera." You cover your mouth and try not to laugh. Colby chuckles but grunts in pain, "I need to see that."

The cat that's been following you all night, runs up and sits on Colby's chest. He does a double take, pointing, "It's a fucking cat."

You nod, "It's a fucking cat."

"That cat about made me shit my pants." Sam sighs, "We came around the one corner, because we heard you yelling and it was sitting eye level on a shelf and just meowed."

"So it's not a ghostly cat." Colby scratches its head and furrows his brows, "Wait." He goes to sit up and Sam helps him, "You said you heard me yelling?"

You and Sam both nod and Colby shakes his head, "I was chillen in the upstairs library the whole time until I heard your guys ruckus."

"You were right." Sam looks at you and you nod, "They were tricking us."

"Wait.. again.." Colby looks between the two of you and points back and forth, "Why were you two together?"

"The hallways meet. I kept following it and I ran into her. Scared the shit out of her." Sam laughs and you nod with a smile, "Yeah, I thought I was dying."

"Your smile tells me different, y/n." Colby tilts his head, "Is there going to be sex footage on those cameras?"

"Oh my god, Colby. No!" You stand up, holding your hand out, along with Sam's to help Colby up. He grabs both of your hands, standing up then reaching down to grab the camera.

"You turned your camera off right?" Sam leans in and whispers as quiet as possible. You nod, "Yeah. Did you?"

Sam nods, "I think."

"Secrets don't make friends." Colby clicks his tongue, "Just tell me my assumptions are right."

"And what are your assumptions, Colby?" You cross your arms, tilting your head. Colby smirks, nodding from you to Sam, "Yall are dating.. aren't ya."

Sam's the first one to break, "I wanted to tell you, brother. But this was just something that we.." Sam trails off and looks at you to continue speaking, "We were living in the moment of being the only two that knew. We planned on telling you tonight, I swear."

Colby stares at both of you, "So no one else knows?"

You and Sam both nod, "Right."

"So I'm the first person to know?" Colby raises his brows and you nod, "yes. Colby. You're the first person to know.”

He celebrates, "Yes!"

The sound of an echoing laugh cuts your moment short, “I hate to rain on everyone’s parade, but can we just get our shit and get out of here?”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this sucks, but it’s something for now. I’ve also been violently sick for the last few days, but I’m coming out of that and hoping to get some good shit out to you!

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Market & Secrets – Chapter Three

Dragon Twins Series

Aegon Targaryen x Dayne!fem!reader x Aerion Targaryen

[synopsis: Aegon and you both head out to the market. While alone, you encounter a rude vendor. Later, you encounter aerion, at a bar and he’s drunk. A rare occurrence.

[warnings: drunken aerion, near kidnapping, stabbing, blood

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[a/n: imagine harry gilby as daeron targaryen

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You and Aegon continued to walk your way out of the Red Keep and onto the carriage that would take you to the market. He lend you his hand so you can easily maneuver your way into the carriage, your dress in hand to stop you from accidentally tripping.

The market is bustling with life, the air filled with the sounds of haggling merchants, laughing children, and the clinking of coins. You and Aegon walk hand in hand, exploring the vibrant stalls. The scents of freshly baked bread and roasted meats waft through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of spices.

As you make your way through the market, you spot a familiar face. Daeron, Aegon's younger brother, stands by a fruit stall, examining a pomegranate. Aegon waves, and Daeron looks up, a smile spreading across his face.

"Brother!" Daeron calls, walking over to you both. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Aegon smiles, pulling you closer. "Daeron, this is my wife,___. She arrived while you were away." He said softly, looking towards you.

Daeron takes your hand, bowing slightly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

You smile back, grateful for the warm welcome. "Hopefully it were good things that you’ve heard, nevertheless it’s wonderful to meet you too, Daeron."

As you exchange greetings, Daeron glances at Aegon and smirks. "Be aware of my older brother. He can be quite the handful."

You chuckle, but Aegon remains serious, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. Daeron seems to notice the tension and quickly bids his farewells. "I should get going. It was nice meeting you. Take care, both of you." he waved his hands, saying goodbye.

You watch as Daeron disappears into the crowd, then turn to Aegon, confused by his reaction. "Is everything okay?" you asked him looking towards his beautiful eyes.

Aegon forces a smile. "Everything's fine. I just remembered something I need to take care of. I'll be back soon." He softly kisses your forehead and leaves you standing in the middle of the market, your heart sinking at his abrupt departure.

Left alone, you decide to continue exploring the stalls, hoping to find something that might lift your spirits. You wander from vendor to vendor, admiring the colorful fabrics, intricate jewelry, and exotic trinkets. One item, in particular, catches your eye: a pin with red and black stones, reminiscent of the Targaryen House colors.

You reach out to pick it up, but the merchant swiftly yanks it from your hand. "Don't touch that," he snaps, glaring at you. "Do you have any idea how expensive this is? You probably can't even afford it."

Stunned by his rudeness, you stammer an apology. "I was just looking—"

He cuts you off, sneering. "Looking? People like you have no business even being here. Go on, leave."

Angry tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes as you turn away, humiliated. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the encounter. As you walk away from the stall, you spot Aegon returning, his face softening as he sees the distress on your face.

"What happened?" he asks, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay, my dear?”

You quickly wipe your eyes and force a smile. "It's nothing, just a rude merchant."

Aegon's expression darkens. "Show me which one."

Aegon’s eyes narrow at your explanation, his protective instincts flaring. “Show me which merchant.”

You hesitate, not wanting to cause a scene, but the determination in his eyes convinces you to lead him back to the stall. As you approach, the merchant is still there, smugly attending to another customer.

Aegon steps forward, his presence commanding attention. “You,” he calls out, his voice cold and authoritative. The merchant looks up, his expression shifting from disdain to fear as he recognizes the prince.

“Y-Your grace,” the merchant stammers, bowing deeply. “What can I do for you?”

Aegon gestures toward you. “This is my wife. They told me you weren’t being kind to them. Is that true?”

The merchant’s eyes widen in panic. “I-I didn’t know, Your grace. I meant no disrespect.”

Aegon steps closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You dared to insult them and treated them like they was beneath you. Do you know what happens to those who disrespect the royal family?”

The merchant’s face turns pale. “Please, Your grace, I beg for your mercy. It was a mistake.”

Aegon smirks, his tone turning sassy and mocking. “A mistake, you say? Then perhaps you should correct it.” He points to the ground in front of you. “Kneel and beg for her forgiveness. Kiss her feet and show them the respect she deserves.”

The crowd around you watches in stunned silence as the merchant drops to his knees, his face contorted in humiliation. He crawls forward and hesitantly places his lips on your feet, muttering apologies and pleading for your forgiveness.

Aegon watches with satisfaction, his arms crossed. “Louder,” he demands. “Let everyone hear how sorry you are.”

The merchant’s voice rises, trembling. “I’m deeply sorry, Your grace. Please forgive me.”

You look down at the groveling man, your initial shock giving way to a mix of pity and satisfaction. Aegon places a hand on your shoulder, his gaze softening as he turns to you. “Is that enough for you, my love?”

You nod, feeling a strange sense of empowerment but also embarrassment. “Yes, that’s enough.”

Aegon smiles, helping you step back. He then addresses the merchant one last time. “Remember this moment. If you ever show disrespect to my wife, i shall have your tongue cut off.”

The merchant nods frantically, still on his knees. “Yes, Your grace. I understand.”

Aegon takes your hand, leading you away from the crowd. As you walk, the whispers and murmurs of the onlookers follow you, but you feel a renewed sense of strength with Aegon by your side.

“Are you alright?” Aegon asks once you’re a distance away.

You nod, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am. Thank you, Aegon.”

He smiles, kissing your hand. “No one will ever treat you like that again. I promise.”

You lean into him, grateful for his unwavering support. The day had taken an unexpected turn, but with Aegon, you felt ready to face anything.

With the incident behind you, Aegon squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Let's get away from this crowd," he suggests. "There's a garden near the palace that's always peaceful."

You nod, grateful for the chance to escape the bustling market and the prying eyes of the townsfolk. Hand in hand, you make your way to the tranquil garden, a hidden gem that Aegon often escapes to for solace. The path is lined with blooming flowers, and the scent of jasmine fills the air, calming your senses.

As you enter the garden, you feel the tension of the market incident melt away. Aegon leads you to a secluded bench beneath a willow tree, its branches creating a natural canopy. The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft chirping of birds create a serene atmosphere.

"Much better, isn't it?" Aegon asks, sitting down and pulling you close.

You smile, leaning against him. "Much better."

For a while, you simply enjoy the peaceful surroundings, letting the calmness of the garden wash over you. Aegon strokes your hair gently, his touch soothing.

"Thank you for standing up for me," you say softly.

Aegon looks into your eyes, his expression tender. "I will always stand up for you. You're my wife, and I love you. No one has the right to treat you with anything less than the utmost respect."

His words warm your heart, and you lean in to kiss him. It's a gentle, affectionate kiss, full of gratitude and love. When you pull back, Aegon smiles, his eyes twinkling.

"Let's stay here for a while," he suggests. "Just the two of us.”

You nod, content to spend the rest of the afternoon in this peaceful sanctuary with the man you love. As the day turns to evening, you and Aegon share stories, laughter, and quiet moments of connection, strengthening the bond between you.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, you both decide it's time to return to the palace. Hand in hand, you make your way back, feeling closer than ever. The day's events have only served to deepen your love and commitment to each other, and you know that with Aegon by your side, you can face anything the future holds.

As you and Aegon leave the peaceful garden, he suggests stopping by a local tavern known for its delectable pastries. “They make the best honey cakes in the city,” he says with a smile, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

The tavern is bustling with activity, the warm, inviting smell of baked goods wafting through the air. You find a cozy corner table and order a selection of pastries. The atmosphere is lively, filled with the cheerful chatter of patrons and the clinking of glasses.

Just as you're about to take a bite of a delicious-looking honey cake, you hear a familiar voice. Turning, you spot Aerion with a group of his friends at a nearby table. He's laughing loudly, his cheeks flushed—a rare sight. It's clear he's had a bit too much to drink.

Aegon follows your gaze and frowns slightly. “I didn’t expect to see him here, especially in this state,” he mutters.

Aerion catches sight of you both and raises his glass in a tipsy salute. “Aegon! And… the his lovely wife! Join us!”

Aegon hesitates, then gives you a reassuring nod. “Let’s say hello. It wouldn’t hurt.”

You both make your way to Aerion’s table, where his friends greet you warmly. Aerion, clearly enjoying himself, pulls out a chair for you. “Sit, sit! Have a drink with us!”

Aegon shakes his head, smiling. “We’ve just come for some pastries, Aerion. But it looks like you’re having quite the time.”

Aerion chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just letting off some steam. You should try it, brother. It’s liberating.”

You share a glance with Aegon, both amused and a bit concerned. Aerion’s friends seem friendly enough, and they all raise their glasses to toast to the evening.

“We’ll just stay for a moment,” you say, taking a seat. As you sit, Aerion leans in closer, his voice low. “I saw you at the market earlier. Quite the scene you made with that merchant.”

Aegon’s expression darkens slightly, but he keeps his tone light. “He deserved it. No one disrespects my wife, the queen.”

Aerion nods, his gaze lingering on you. “Good. They deserves nothing less than respect and admiration.”

The conversation turns lighter as Aerion’s friends share stories and jokes. Despite his tipsy state, Aerion seems genuinely happy, and it’s clear his friends care for him. After a while, Aegon stands, signaling it’s time to leave.

“We should get going,” he says, helping you to your feet. “It’s been a long day.” Aerion stands as well, swaying slightly. “Take care of ___, Aegon. They sure are a rare gem.”

Aegon nods, his expression serious. “Always.”

You bid farewell to Aerion and his friends, and as you step outside, the cool evening air is a welcome change. Aegon wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“That was interesting,” you say, looking up at him.

Aegon chuckles softly. “Indeed. Let’s head back to the palace. We’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

With the pastries in hand and the warmth of Aegon’s embrace, you make your way back to the palace, feeling a sense of contentment. The day's events have been unexpected, but they've only brought you and Aegon closer.

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Back at the palace, you and Aegon walk through the grand corridors, the echoes of your footsteps the only sound breaking the tranquil silence of the evening. Once inside your chambers, Aegon closes the door behind you and sets the pastries on a nearby table.

“Today was… eventful,” Aegon says with a sigh, leaning against the door.

You nod, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It was. But I’m glad we spent it together.”

Aegon smiles warmly at you and steps closer, taking your hands in his. “I am too. I’m sorry for how things have been between us lately. I don’t want there to be any distance or misunderstandings between us.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and concern there. “Neither do I, Aegon. I want us to trust each other.” He sits down beside you, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. “About Aerion… I know you had your moment with him, but can’t you just forget about him.”

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Of course, what kind of wife would i be if i don’t. You are my husband.”

Aegon’s eyes soften, and he leans in to kiss your forehead. “Thank you. We’ll take it one day at a time.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, you both decide to change into more comfortable clothes. Aegon heads to his chambers to give you some privacy. As you change, your mind drifts back to the day’s events, the confrontation with the merchant, Aerion’s tipsy state, and Aegon’s protectiveness. Just as you finish changing, there’s a soft knock on your door. It’s one of your handmaidens, bringing in a tray with a pot of tea and two cups.

“I thought your graces might like some tea before bed,” she says with a smile. “Thank you,” you reply, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

As you pour the tea, Aegon returns, looking more relaxed in his nightclothes. He joins you at the small table, and you both enjoy the calming tea in comfortable silence.

Aegon, however, tries to bring some normalcy back by offering you one of the treats he picked up from the pastry shop. The sweet, flaky pastry is a small comfort, but it does little to ease the turmoil in your heart. As you both settle into the room, Aegon takes a bite of the treat, savoring its flavor while you sit silently by the hearth. The room is dimly lit by the flickering flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Despite the cozy atmosphere, the weight of the day's events presses heavily on both of you.

Aegon's moment of quiet is interrupted by the urgent knock of a messenger at the door. “Your grace, you have been summoned by the small council due to an urgent matter.”

"Of course," Aegon replies, brushing crumbs from his fingers. He glances at you with an apologetic look. "I have to go. It's important."

You nod, understanding the gravity of his duties. As he makes his way to the door, he pauses, turning back to you.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. If i don’t come back then see you on the morrow" Aegon leaves, and you're left alone in the room. The silence feels heavier now that he's gone. You try to focus on a book by the hearth, but your thoughts keep drifting to the unsettling encounter at the market and the unique revelation about Aerion.

Just as you begin to lose yourself in the book, the door to your chambers creaks open. The figure that enters is not Aegon but a Kingsguard, his face stern and unreadable. You look up in surprise, your heart skipping a beat.

Before you can react, the Kingsguard lunges forward, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other hand clamps tightly over your mouth. Panic surges through you as you struggle against the iron grip. The book falls from your hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Your muffled cries are silenced by the guard's firm hold.

"Don't make a sound, you whore" the guard hisses in a low, menacing voice. Fear grips you tightly, your mind racing. Who could have sent him? Why is he doing this? The questions swirl together in a haze of terror. Your mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, but the guard's actions leave no room for hesitation. His grip is unyielding, his intention clear: to subdue you. Desperation surges through you. You thrash against him, but he's too strong.

With a sudden, forceful shove, he sends you sprawling onto the cold, stone floor. Your breath escapes in a sharp gasp as you try to scramble away, but he's already moving towards you with lethal intent. He draws his sword, its blade glinting dangerously in the dim light. Panic overtakes you, and you fumble to your feet. You reach for your dagger-a weapon you've always carried for protection. Your hands are trembling, and tears blur your vision as you face the dire threat.

The guard advances, his eyes cold and merciless. He raises his sword high, aiming directly at you. In a last-ditch effort to defend yourself, you take a deep breath standing up to hurl your dagger with all the force you can muster. The blade slices through the air, finding its mark in the guard's eye. He lets out a guttural scream as the blood gushed out of his face, collapsing to the floor with a sickening thud. You were now covered in his blood, as you look down at what you just had.

The room is filled with the echoes of his final, desperate cries. You stare at the fallen guard, your hands trembling uncontrollably. Tears stream down your face as the reality of what you've just done sinks in. The guard, now motionless, lies on the floor with your dagger embedded in his eye—a stark reminder of the deadly force you were forced to unleash.

The door bursts open, and Aegon rushes in, his face a mask of horror and relief as he takes in the scene. His gaze shifts from the dead guard to you, and his expression softens with concern.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, rushing to your side.

You can't answer immediately, the shock and fear overwhelming you. Aegon helps you walk towards him, his hands gentle despite the urgency of the situation. You look around, seeing the blood and the fallen guard, continuing to shake uncontrollably. You can’t believe what you just had done, you’ve taken someone else’s life. Blood on your hands.

Aegon pulls you into a tight embrace, his own breaths coming fast. "You're safe now," he whispers, though his voice trembles slightly. "It's over. You're safe." He helps you away from the grisly scene, his arms wrapped protectively around you. The reality of the situation is harsh and raw, but Aegon's presence provides some solace amidst the chaos. The fear and adrenaline start to ebb, replaced by an overwhelming sadness at what you've been forced to do.

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Paper Frogs!

; where Lily Evans gets jealous, and James finds himself flying off a tree.

-——————————————-

True he was her friend, but there were still an awful lot of things Lily disliked about James Potter.

That's what she told herself — from his arrogant remarks, his extremely flirtatious smile whenever he saw her, the way he got away with everything — she hated 'em all.

Now staring down at the scene in front of her, where James looked like he was about to sweep the fifth-year Ravenclaw off her feet, Lily disliked him more.

"Someone's taking the celebrations well," Marlene said, her eyes on the same people Lily was staring at. The latter rolled her eyes.

"Hufflepuffs should have won," she muttered under her breath.

"Woah, woah, don't ruin our streak!" Marlene gasped. She took the sports spirits seriously, and was not going to let Lily manifest their failure into existence. Marlene didn't go through several hundred blunder hits for Lily to cheer for the wrong team.

Marlene let out a "woohoo!" as Sirius started chugging down the butterbeer, and as if on cue, James turned his head over to their side and flashed Lily that very punchable smile.

"Did you girls enjoy me saving our Cup?" he yelled, walking over. Lily had to struggle to not roll her eyes at the Ravenclaw girl who had her hands still around his waist. "Or are you all used to it by now?"

"Oh c'mon Potter, why so modest? Take off your shirt and wear a crown while you're at it." Lily snapped. "Isn't that your tradition?"

"Do you want me to take my shirt off?" James asked suggestively. Marlene masked her snigger with a cough.

"Did you ask the consent of everyone with eyes while you took 'em off all the other times?" Lily shot back, refusing to blush. "And for fuck's sake, do whatever you want."

"Where are you going?" The Ravenclaw girl beat James to the question, who was watching with his mouth wide open at Lily's sudden outburst.

"I'm going to the library, I can't study and throw up at the same time," Lily said, storming off.

"She was studying?" Marlene asked, wondering how many of those drinks she had.

"That girl belongs in my house," James's admirer said, her eyes still on the place where Lily was two seconds ago.

-

The party fever didn't last till the morning. When James came to sit for breakfast, all his friends were anxiously passing Daily Prophet around.

James could already guess what it was about.

"More attacks?" he asked Sirius, his voice sour.

"Muggles are writing them off one by one as freak accidents," the latter said, his eyes boring into the Slytherins — the only table that didn't seem unfazed. "I tell you, we should lock all of them up already."

"As if Dumbledore's going to ever put stereotypes into his judgement," Remus said from Sirius's left.

Instinctively, James looked around.

"Why's Lily sitting there?" James asked, frowning. She usually sat next to Remus, but today, she was further seats down.

"Dunno. Reckon you did something to piss her off again?"

"No!" James was too quick to answer. Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Fine, she did seem annoyed when I flirted with her yesterday—"

Remus scoffed. "When is she not?"

"Well, she seemed more annoyed than usual."

"Look," Sirius straightened up. He put an apple in James's mouth so he wouldn't interrupt. "Lily is a muggleborn. She's probably stressed about her family with these attacks all over London. Heck, I'm worried about her family."

"Yeah, maybe turn a notch down on all the flirting." Remus agreed. "She must have enough on her plate without a hormonal teenager following her around."

"OKAY! I get it! I'll back off." James lost his appetite; instead tied his hands and started thinking.

God, how could I been so stupid?

"Wanna bet how long he can go this time?" Sirius asked everyone in the immediate vicinity.

"What?!" James gasped. "You traitors are betting on me?"

"How else would I buy you those really cool Nosebleed Nougats when I'm disowned and have no money?"

"I thought— well— I'm not kidding this time!" James threw his hands up in frustration when he saw everyone sniggering and shaking their heads. "Fine, I'll show you guys! I'll show you all right now!"

Without knowing what he was doing, he stood up and marched right over to Lily's side.

"Miss Evans," he cleared his throat. "Can I talk to you?"

-

Lily almost wanted to say no, but what then? No matter how much they bicker, she cannot be that mean to him — at least, not in front of everyone.

"What is it?" she asked as soon as they were in the corridor, out of everyone's earshot.

The faint morning light played on James's face, and Lily had to look away to remember him flirting with someone else last night. She had to keep looking away to remember that she had no right to be mad at him. He was just her friend.

"I'm so sorry!" He said, catching her off guard. "A lot is going on, I get that. I'm a stupid, privileged knobhead!"

What the hell? Lily stared blankly, but he just stood there breathing heavy.

"Potter, I have two hours of Transfiguration test coming up, so my head's a little muddy. What are you on about?"

James took a deep breath in. "I got the Head Boy badge yesterday."

Lily's eyes widened. "You what?! I mean, uh- congratulations! I got mine over the holidays."

She hadn't meant to sound so surprised, but everyone had assumed Lupin would get it. Most might say Dumbledore had a soft spot for James, but Lily knew if keeping Potter's wishes was on the headmaster's list, then he definitely wouldn't have dumped responsibilities onto his name. That was the very last thing he wanted. There was something more to the decision, she was sure.

"You don't have to fake it. I was rooting for Moony too. Someone gave me the badge during the party last night, and I went straight to Dumbledore. I wanted to know if he made a mistake."

Lily wanted to interrupt, but he continued, his voice a bit shaky.

"He thinks the responsibilities are not just to my house. He says they're for my own good. Says times are changing and he can count on me or some crap, I dunno."

Lily sighed at his guilt. "You don’t think you deserve the badge? James, you're a star student and captain of the Quidditch team. You’ve earned this."

"Lily, this is not actually what I wanted to talk about," James rubbed his neck, something he usually did when he was nervous. "I think I need to grow the fuck up in a lot of ways and the badge made me realize that. And so did the talk I just had with Sirius."

"My god, get to the point already! Marlene probably already ate all my pie!"

"I'm sorry for flirting with you all the time," James said, sounding stupid even to himself.

Lily was taken aback. Whatever she thought he was going to say, this wasn't it.

"I'd rather have you as a friend than no one at all," James went on, wondering why the whole thing was sounding like a breakup. "And in the middle of everything happening right now, you need all the friends you can get. This is me apologizing for putting you in a ridiculous spot time after time."

"James—"

"I'm sorry. Please don't hate me." He could taste bitterness in what he said. He could feel his voice almost about to crack. James tried to laugh, but it sounded strained. With a hurried excuse of a goodbye, he left Lily alone in the dark, suddenly cold corridor.

-

(A group of Ravenclaw girls walked past Lily Evans, all of them trying hard not to stare at her. They were mumbling about the articles in the Daily Prophet and hurrying past, as if Lily was a bringer of bad luck to everyone within ten feet.

Lily was still staring at where James was.)

-

Defense Against the Dark Arts became a less than interesting subject in lieu of the new professor. It was the second one that year, the former suddenly getting a case of Black Cat Flu.

"I hope the job curse kills him," Sirius muttered under his breath after getting a fresh batch of wear-your-robes-properly lecture from Professor Towles.

Peter gasped.

"If I wanted to hear how I'm not wearing my clothes right, I'd have stayed at Grimmauld Place." He continued, arms crossed.

"Don't threaten him while anyone's in earshot," James said disapprovingly. "Last thing we need is for him to actually pass away and you to be labelled a murderer."

"Yeah, your princess arse is never surviving Azkaban," Lupin agreed, flipping through the pages of his textbook.

"I so can!" Sirius said indignantly.

"Keep your voices down! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Towles yelled from the front of the class.

"But—"

James kicked Sirius on his legs to shut him up, then looked to the girls' side, where Lily was frowning at the professor. It wasn't news that she hated the man, but her frustration in class was more evident today.

"Towles is a right tool, isn't he?" Sirius whispered, following James's line of sight.

He knew Padfoot was talking about yesterday's incident in the very classroom, where Towles told off Lily for asking questions during "quiet reading time" and took 50 points off Gryffindor. Everyone had the right suspicion that his outburst had more to do with Lily being a muggleborn, though no one dared to voice it.

Why did Dumbledore hire a blood-purist dummy? He wondered.

"It's been a while since we did any pranks, no?" James asked, focusing his eyes back on Towles.

Sirius grinned, his entire face lighting up.

-

Every time a first-year gets warned to watch out for marauders' pranks, they wonder what exactly drove their reputation as such. Their guesses were that of poltergeist behaviour, but Peeves had already got that section covered. Within the first week of stepping into Hogwarts, each kid soon finds out how wrong they were about the extent of these pranks.

That night was no exception. A first-year student was unable to sleep and looking out the window, when she saw a literal head floating around in the grounds below.

She screamed.

-

James pulled the cloak over his head when he heard the girl, but he didn't do a good job of it. How can he run and cover himself up at the same time? He cursed quietly at how everyone seemed to get away fine with this prank — all except him.

Getting inside Towle's room wasn't that hard, because they had a certain small friend who could get into the smallest of cracks and pipes to figure out the best way to every nook of the castle. When Peter figured out the path, Sirius took creative liberties as his job. Which meant Remus had the hardest task of all, which was to figure out how exactly to execute everything without getting caught.

Thirty minutes inside the room and their job was done.

Just as muggle rock music started playing and Towles had woken up — only to be met with many, many surprises — the marauders had all escaped. All except James, whose cloak had caught the edge of the wooden bed. He knew Towles must have seen him, but he still pulled the fabric and jumped out of the window, because the actual door had closed behind Sirius's back. They thought James must have been in the lead because of his invisibility clock, and hadn't bothered turning around to check.

So James had to stumble a good ten minutes before he saw the familiar grounds, but the clock must have come off in his hurry, hence the scream that he's been spotted.

In a daze, he ran headfirst to the castle — only to be met with the Whomping Willow. He had run too close, and was within the danger zone. Dumbledore's instructions on how to calm the tree had went right out the window when James realized he was standing the furthest from where he should've been.

"Oh bollocks," he closed his eyes, ready for his life to be taken away.

Plants could be vicious. It didn't matter to a tree of hundred years that the boy who disturbed it in its sleep was the same one who knew where to touch to keep it calm. James did not pat the mark, so for it, it was just some intruder. With an incredibly audible whoosh, the Whomping Willow smashed Potter's body so hard that it took extreme power for him to cling on to the branch and not just fly across the ground. Splitting his body in half wasn't part of his plans for the night.

The tree, now recognizing the parasite was on it, started shaking itself more.

"THIS IS THE WORST PRANK EVERR!" James yelled out, clinging to the branch. He came dangerously close to being smashed on the ground, but the branch straightened up.

James went still, hardly breathing. The Willow slowly calmed down, thinking he was thrown off somewhere.

He had to act fast. He started looking around. He was on a high level, and it didn't take a genius to know he'd be dead if he tried to climb the tree and disturb it again. James looked for other options. The castle walls were quite near, and there were many open windows, but how would he get there?

If I'm doing this the Quidditch way.... and without thinking, he yelled out, "Accio broom!"

From a window to his right, a broom came swirling at him right as the tree started to wake up again.

Fight or flight mode kicked in, and James freakin' Potter jumped.

He must have been on Felix Felicis the whole night, because James was pretty sure he just evaded death for the tenth time in a row. He had clung onto the broom by forces outside his control, and he screamed (which was not much different from the little girl's earlier) and climbed on.

"Take that, you old tree!" James yelled, circling around the Whomping Willow and whooping in delight. It appeared angered, and he made a mental note to not go anywhere near it any day soon.

He then focused on the broom, gratitude filling his heart. "Let's get you back to your owner."

He turned the broom around and went back up to the huge window that it had escaped from.

He stepped inside, only to have a mini heart attack.

Oh, for Merlin's Sake! The girls' bloody dormitory?!

He quickly recognized Quidditch stuff in one corner, and deduced the broom had in fact belonged to Marlene McKinnon. The girl in question was sleeping soundly on her bed, muttering nonsense every few seconds.

If this is Marlene's room, that means it's also...

James turned to the other side and saw Lily drowned in her cotton bedsheets. He could only see the messy red bun of hair, and he thanked the gods that she slept facing the walls.

I need to get the hell out of here! James looked around for the door. Then he realized he had the invisibility cloak, so he didn't panic so much.

He put it on and went in front of the life-sized mirror, to see that his head was properly covered this time. The mirror reflected nobody except the beds, the pile of Marlene's Quidditch things, Lily's books and James's gifts. Phew.

He turned his head so fast he was sure the cloak was off again, but he didn't care.

My gifts?

For years now, James had given Lily flowers whenever she saw him in the grounds, little trinkets from Diagon Alley, and even paper notes that he made into figurines and flew to her in class. They were not met with much reaction, but James kept giving them over the years, and Lily being Lily, hadn't explicitly thrown them back in his face.

But he didn't know she saved the flowers, or that she put the Evermore Charm on them so they'd stay alive on her windowsill. She even had the paper animals stuffed into their own glass jar!

James felt light. He grinned, suddenly feeling like maybe he did have Felix Felicis after all.

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THE NEXT DAY

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Lily felt horrible. The imminent warnings for war, her concern for her parents, the gnawing feeling every time someone supposedly rooting for Dark Lord walks past... she wished at times she didn't know she was a witch. That she could go back to her home and live the rest of her life bickering with her sister. Too late for any of that now.

Then there were the quieter concerns — the boy.

James and his friends were sitting right in front of her today, and she hasn't had the guts to say hi to him yet. If James was trying to move on, so should she, right? Besides, McGonagall would kill her if she started a ruckus during her class.

"Why'd you turn down Ruth?" Sirius asked James in quite a loud whisper. Lily frowned at her textbook, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Who?" James replied, unbothered.

"The Ravenclaw girl who kept trying to snog you at the party!"

"Oh, I don't think I should be going around making Lily jealous."

Lily almost choked on air. Fortunately, no one heard it over Sirius scoffing.

"As if!"

"C'mon, why else would she have been irritated at me that night?"

"Maybe because she hates you and your annoying arse?"

Yes, please believe that, Lily thought helplessly.

"I think she just loves me with all her heart and is too afraid to tell me, right, Evans?" James turned around, and Lily jumped up in surprise.

"Excuse me?" She asked, regaining her posture with a frown. Her blush hadn't quite faded off though.

James grinned wider. Lily felt exposed, like he had went deep inside her mind and plucked off a thought that she wasn't supposed to have.

"Here," he handed over a paper frog that he charmed into moved on its own. "My token of deep, deep love."

"You're stupid," Lily rolled her eyes, but took the frog anyways. She was impressed by his handiwork, and almost smiled just as wide as him. He turned back when McGonagall called, and she was happy for it.

"I thought you were over flirting with her," Sirius whispered, still in Lily's earshot.

"Me? Over Lily?" James scoffed. "Not in this life mate."

Then he turned around and gave her a wink — something so typically James Potter — but this time it didn't make her want to punch his face.

She smiled and flipped him off instead, which was as close to flirting from Lily he was going to get.

For now anyways.

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THE END

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Small note!

No one will ever know how proud I am of this little story! I know it might not be that great, but it's my first jily fic and I'm so excited to share it. I usually write x reader fics, but I've been wanting to tap into the waters of usual fanfics, though I didn't know if it'd have much engagement as self-insert ones.

It's also been a near impossible dream of mine to cook up a long fic featuring marauders focusing on the Order times. I know it'll never be as good as The Last Enemy (chdarling on ao3) or ATYD, but if anyone would wanna read smth like that, lemme know and I'll get my amateur ass on the job!

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[wackapedia]

The House In Fitzgerald Street - Chapter 1

A John Shen X F!Reader fic Tags for this chapter: Fluff, an attempt at humor, medium slow-burn an abundance of commas

a/n: This is it, guyssss! I'm so excited to share this with you! Reblogs and comments mean a lot to me <3

The ceiling fan clicked like it was counting down to something. Another ten hour shift again, probably. You groan, tossing the blanket to the end of the bed and sit up, taking in your "apartment" (read: bed space) that's basically falling apart but asks more than half your salary for rent, leaving the rest for student debt. What's life for? Work, pay rent, pay debt, instant noodles, repeat? This is not even a nice place to live in! Hell, this isn’t even a place, this is a shoebox! You huff as you get up, back sore from that deep dent in your battered mattress. There was no point. The door unlocks and in walks your reason for living.

"Are you decent?" John had the gall to ask, already inside your room.

"Pervert," You roll your eyes, taking in his polished look, badge clipped on his scrubs, hair perfectly slicked back from his perfectly perfect face. John was a morning person but he acts otherwise just to sympathize with you. You know he's been up hours ago for his morning run.

"Call me whatever you want, I risk my life stepping in here!" He yaps about the "interior design" of your space, walking over piles of books clothes, and trinkets, while calling it an archaeological site. You're still sitting on the bed, waiting for a spirit or any entity to possess you to get dressed. When he finally makes it in front of you, he hands you a Dunkin paper bag.

"Chocolate glazed."

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"I just dont get it, if I'm going to give away 60 percent of my paycheck for rent, I should at least get decent plumbing and a stove that isnt an active health risk!" You grumble as you chew your donut, crumbs falling to your pink coat. John gently places his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the inner side of the sidewalk and puts himself between you and traffic. He shakes off the thought of yesterday's MVA pileup involving three cars and seven pedestrians. You both take a bus to the hospital. 

"I know you can afford a better place by yourself. You're in neurology," he slurps his iced coffee through the orange straw. "I'm the one who'll be paying debt until I'm eighty."

"Oh-ho, you can't get rid of me like that, Johnny boy," you chuckle, balling up the donut liner and stuffing it into your coat pocket.

John is suddenly nervous with the thought he came up with. He talks before he could stop himself. "W-we could get married... you know, combine incomes. Tax. Financial stability. Haha!"

"Yeah sure, very romantic." You chuckle and snuggle into the uncomfortable seats, trying to catch a bit more sleep. John is both relieved and offended but gets his bearings back and pulls out his phone, letting you doze off.

"Oh... John-!" You grip his arm a few minutes later. John begs to whoever's listening that you aren't considering his proposal-not-proposal.

"What?" He turns to you before realizing what the problem was. You’ve just missed your stop. “Oh, shit!”

You and John sprint back to the hospital, costing you an extra seven minutes. And then something catches your eye.  John watches your eyes light up at an old Victorian house. Its recently been refurbished and repainted, although the grass and ivy overgrowth are yet to be taken care of. The house itself is a tall and narrow combination of brick and wood, its intricate design almost hypnotizing you to come closer. The iron gate holds a large "for sale" tarpaulin, and below that, a small stack of flyers weighed down by a brick.

John gently says your name, already reading your mind.

"Can you imagine? Mornings on that porch? Reading by that window seat? Living in a house where the ceiling doesn't leak when the upstairs neighbor uses the shower?" Your grip on his arm tightens as you spew out your ideas.

"I'll do you one better. Can you imagine being able to afford that?" He tries to be the responsible, level-headed one.

"You're no fun..." you frown.

"And we're gonna be late. Come on." John grabs a flyer and stuffs it into your coat pocket just to appease you.

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At lunch, you try to ignore how sad and soggy your sandwich is when your hand feels the trash in your coat pocket. Wrappers, donut liners, a... flyer? Uncrumpling it open, your heart melts at its contents. Within are photos of the house's original wood interior and its specifications, all the details arranged neatly in a canva pro template and printed on an expensive, glossy paper. In the middle of all of it, the asking price printed in neat Quicksand bold font; $979,000. Your heart sinks. A tomato falls from your miserable sandwich. Greed continues to reign in the world. There is no way you and John, and probably all your ancestors combined could ever afford such a house! It isn’t even a mansion, Its just your average, humane house! your thoughts begin to spiral, and in no time, you were in your self-pity era.

John was kind enough to pick you up after a calm day shift at the E. R., sauntering his handsome self in the neurology department. He dazzles the front desk clerk with his smile and makes his way to your spot. 

“Wow, who pissed on your urine samples?” he chuckles.

"Shut up, John,” you huff. “The economy is bullying me.”

He notices the flyer, now straightened up on your desk.

"Ah,” he begins. “I'm just a doctor. I can't do much about the economy. However!-“ he pauses dramatically, "there is something I could do with that pout…” he smirks, offering you his hand, guiding you to clocking out and collecting your things from the locker.

"John, are you intentionally taking the long way home just to avoid the house?” you grumble as he rests your arm on his after he dragged you out of the hospital. As you keep walking, you notice he's been fiddling with something in his hands.

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"Okay, we're here,” he pauses outside a fairly new patisserie. "But first…” he turns to you and takes your hand, sliding a ring on your finger. you get nervous. And then you notice the ring. Its shiny, silver in color, but then upon closer inspection, you see that it's made of braided paperclip wire, perfectly fitting into your ring finger.

“Do I get an explanation, or nah?” you ask John, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I know you love sweets even if its bad for you, but I couldn't help but feel like you need a pick-me-up…” he scratches the back of his neck, a typical John Shen quirk you've noticed ever since meeting him.

"Oh my god, are we posing as a couple to try free cake samples?!” You ask, getting excited.

"Shhh don't announce it, you muppet!” he steps closer to you.

"Okay, here's the gameplan. we won't act too coupley, or else they'll suspect. don't sell the story too hard, just act normal, okay?” John explains. You lost him at 'gameplan’ because you were mentally taking notes on which cake flavors you need right now.

John leads you into the quaint little cafe, giving his details to the receptionist. He must've called ahead.

The manager soon approaches and seats you both in a special booth and brings out trays of mini cakes in various flavors, all of them labelled in gold lettering.

“John, how much did you pay for this?” you whisper.

"Nada. Zero.” He grins proudly. "Their flawed business model allows couples looking for wedding cakes to enjoy a free taste on 17 of their best sellers and original flavors. Dana told me all about this and I figured that its worth the shot.” 

"Aww, John! My little criminal! I'm so proud of you!” 

“Hey, this isn't a crime! Just a flawed business model. Remember that.” He smirks, handing you a fork.

“You two are adorable. How long have you been engaged?” A pastry chef peeks out of the back kitchen to ask you a question. You answer without missing a beat: “Two years. Met at a cadaver lab. Super romantic. Right, baby?”

John smiles along and nods. Damn, you were good at pretending to be a couple.

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Seventeen mini-cakes later, John guides your sugar-intoxicated self out of the patisserie. He’s great with people, you note. He was nodding along and acting like there’s really going to be a wedding in a month. He was damn good at acting like you two were a couple. The chime by the door gives way to the peaceful hum of the evening.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” You laugh, taking his arm.

“Its not the weirdest thing we’ve done. Remember the time you faked a fainting spell to test the emergency department wait times?” He chuckles, stuffing his hands in his pockets, feeling all warm and giddy.

“Oh, that! Dana was so mad.” You laugh, fondly remembering your little experiment.

Cars pass lazily, their headlights diffused into soft halos by the wet ground as you bask in comfortable silence. A bus rumbles by, its windows glowing with pale, sleepy light. Across the street, a woman in a yellow raincoat walks her Golden Retriever, umbrella tilted just so. The whole street looks like it’s been dipped in nostalgia, like a still from an old film no one remembers the title of. Its a beautiful picture, and you’re living it right now.

“I love it here,” You sigh, snuggling John’s arm a little tighter. He smiles.

“Is this the cake talking?”

“No, I mean here. All of this. The walks. The night shift coffee runs. This stupid, damp sidewalk. I want to stay. I want to live near here. I… I want that house, John.” You look up to his face, romantically illuminated by the neon lights.

“Oh boy,” He huffs.

“Oh my god, I have an idea!” “Please, no-”

“if a cake tasting scam can get us free pastries-” “Please dont get our licenses revoked-” He interjects.

“Hey, the cake scam was your idea!” You pout.

“That was cake. This is a house!” John reasons. He’s dying to add the fact that you’re gonna marry each other soon anyway so it doesn’t count as a scam.

“Yes, a house! A haunted house.” Your eyes glimmer as the idea brews.

“It’s not haunted.” John squints at you.

“Not yet.” You smirk.

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[theivoryserpent]

No one talks about what it's like for a god to be malevolent toward them. By "no one" I mean the general community of deity workers I've encountered who put their gods up on a pedestal of morality. Even some demonolators have done the same thing. About their demons.

No, not everyone is like that, and yes, you have people who acknowledge the malevolent side of deities, but usually people put conditions on why a god may be acting malicious toward a person.

"It's for your benefit—you just don't see it yet."

Or it's:

"You've offended them somehow. If you didn't do anything wrong in this life, it must've been a past life. YOU'RE the one in the wrong and you probably deserve it."

But what if you don't deserve it?

I've had a really rough time with the spirit who's been with me for my whole life. I think I have a past life connection with him. And he always keeps me in the shadows about who he is. I think I know, but he'll reach into my mind and screw things up, or just outright manipulate me into depressive doubt.

I used to be able to divine with my tarot cards or with my pendulum, but this spirit has taken that away from me. He'll only let me divine when he wants me to, or else he screws everything up for me.

He's kept me from getting a job. Once I was ready to get one some years back, and then he broke down both of my parent's cars and sent me to the ER due to a flare up in my chronic condition.

He's... he's even stopped me from drawing. Art has been the biggest passion in my life, and now I just feel burned out because of his intrusions.

"You stopped drawing for yourself a long time ago anyway," he told me, self-righteously crossing his arms with a neutral frown on his face. His wings flared out a bit. I narrowed my eyes, suspicious of him.

"You shouldn't be drawing what you're expected to draw. For money. For your parents. For people who don't give a shit about you."

"But that's what I /need/ to get out of this house," I say. "And... and I love art—"

"No," he just responds, and that was the end of that.

This spirit has ruined my friendships, has driven a wedge between me and my family, and has even... assaulted me. Ever since I was young, he has done that.

My clair senses are very strong, and his presence is as if he is another person in my waking life. His touch is burning and his words ring clearly in my head. And he is not always kind.

I've tried getting help. I've tried banishing him, calling upon higher powers, and have gone to multiple diviners to see what else can be done. People  have a hard time picking up on him because he's a Shapeshifter and has the power of Invisibility. People always say something different about him, but they agree on one concept: he is dark, and he is ancient. I think that explains him perfectly.

This blog was made so I can reconnect with the things I lost because of him. He's still around, but I want to get some of my experiences written down. Maybe I'll find help in the community. Or insight. Or kindered spirits who know the seemingly reasonless-malevolence of a god.

I don't know if I'll put a name to him yet—I'm afraid of getting attacked by people who have good relationships with him. I feel like that would break my heart. Maybe if people become invested in my story, I'll get brave enough to talk about it.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

🌹🌺🤎🐰

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I have something that legit checks all those boxes lmao also it's barely edited so yeas...(p.s. they have a four year age gap)

"Do you guys have to go?" a thirteen year old Jungkook looks up at me with teary eyes, watching as his sister and I pack up her car to go away to college. "Don't be so dramatic we won't even be that far away" Jungsoon calls out while placing a few things in the backseat.

"What's wrong with the colleges here?" he asks, ignoring his sister. "This is a really good opportunity for your sister and I. The fact that we both got accepted to our dream school is exactly what we've been working so hard for, Jungkook" I reply and he lets his head fall but nods, now paying more attention to the asphalt we're standing on than me.

"Hey" I say, gaining his attention again as he looks back up at me, this time truly close to tears. "Come here" I say pulling him in for a hug and he gladly accepts it, holding on tighter than I had expected, knocking the air out of my lungs.

"Please don't go Noona" he pleads while starting to shake in my arms. "It's okay little one" I coo while smoothing his hair down. "We'll be back for Thanksgiving, I promise" he nods his head but holds on tighter making me laugh at his clingy behavior.

"I'll try to talk your sister into driving back here for a weekend before then if you'd like?" I offer hoping it'll raise his spirits and it seems to do the trick since he leans back and looks at me with his bright doe eyes, now red and puffy with tears but this time a lot happier.

"Really? You mean it?" he questions excitedly and I nod my head, happy I could give him something that would make him a little less upset.

"Yes bubs I mean it. So hopefully we'll be back in a few weeks okay?" I ask and he nods, excited at the prospects of having us come back sooner.

"Good" I ruffle his hair like I always do. "You know, you probably won't be looking up at me for much longer. I bet by the time thanksgiving rolls around you'll be at least an inch taller" I say smiling down at him, "I can't believe how grown up you're starting to look! I feel like it was just yesterday that I came over to your house for the first time and saw your little head peeking around the corner, too shy to come say hi" I tease and he pouts at the memory.

"Noona I was six" he whines and I laugh, loving how adorable he still is after all these years. "I know I know. Now, one more hug before we push off okay?" pulling him in for another hug, this one is even tighter than before.

"Jungkook you're crushing me" I choke out playfully and he loosens his grip leaning back so he can see me. "I'm sorry I'm just gonna miss you" he says starting to get upset again. "I know little one, I know. I'll miss you too" I say planting a kiss on his forehead. 

"Now I gotta go okay? You're sister is gonna kill me if I don't hurry up already" and as soon as the words leave my mouth she's already honking at me.

"Come on y/n let's go" she says, dragging the last word out. "I'm coming" I yell back and wave to their parents who are standing a bit further away. A couple seconds later Jungsoon is getting out of the car and saying her last goodbye to Jungkook. 

"See you later pipsqueak" she says, punching his shoulder and turning him around by his shoulders to go walk towards their mom and dad before she walks back over to the car and gets into the drivers seat.

"I feel bad for leaving" I admit as she puts her seatbelt on. "Why?" she questions, furrowing her brow before checking all of her mirrors and starting the car. "Because Jungkook's really gonna miss us" I say, looking through the rear view window as she starts backing up.

"Us?" she scoffs, "He's gonna miss you. That boy has been attached to your hip ever since he was little. People even thought that he was your younger brother instead of mine" she straightens the car out and rolling down her window to say goodbye to her parents and Jungkook one last time.

"Bye guys!" she says and the words that you hear loud and clear are Jungkook saying "Bye y/n Noona!" and Jungsoon scoffs again when she looks back over at me. "See?" she says, laughing since he proved her point right away. "And bye Jungsoon Noona" Jungkook says next after his mother had scolded him a bit.

"Take care of each other okay?" Mrs. Jeon says and we both answer 'Okay' in unison before Jungsoon rolls up the window and starts driving away.

"You think he'll be alright?" I ask her as I take one last look at Jungkook who continues to watch us go as we drive down the street. "He'll be fine y/n. He needs to learn how to make friends and hang out with them instead of following you around. It'll do both of you some good" she says and I nod my head, turning back towards the road in front of us.

"Ready for a new adventure?" she says with a playful tone, grinning as she pulls onto the highway. "With you? Always" I reply and we both laugh, turning on some music to accompany us as we make our three hour drive to our brand new adventure...

Five years later...

"Soonie did you invite someone over?" someone knocking on the door to our apartment garners my attention. "Not to my knowledge, no" she calls out leaving my sighing and walking over. I take a peak outside and see a guy with his back turned to me with a motorcycle helmet balanced on his hip.

"Can I help you?" I ask our mystery visitor when I open the door and once he turns around my jaw drops.

"Jungkook?" I question and I see his doe eyes light up once his eyes land on me. "Noona!" he says excitedly, dropping his helmet and picking me up off the ground in a huge hug. "Jungkook, hey Jungkook put me down!" I laugh as I struggle to get out of his hold.

"Sorry Noona" he says, laughing sheepishly and scratching the back of his head. 

"What are you doing here?" I question, laughing at his excited and now shy nature. "I wanted to surprise you!" he says with a shy bunny smile. "Well it definitely worked" I laugh and he smiles in victory.

"How did you even get here?" I ask, looking back down at his helmet, hoping that's not the answer. "Oh! I um, I road my motorcycle here" he says while picking his helmet up off the floor. 

"You road your motorcycle here from home? Jungkook don't you think that's a little dangerous? And since when do you have a motorcycle?" I ask, confused and concerned for his safety.

"Don't worry Noona I was perfectly safe and went the speed limit the entire time. Plus I passed my test with zero mistakes" he says proudly and I can't help but break, losing the battle of scolding him and now just focusing on how happy I am to see him.

"Have you gotten taller since the last time I saw you?" I ask and he laughs while looking down at me, our roles reversed just as I had told him they would be years ago. "Probably" he laughs scanning my body and I realize now that I'm only wearing a baggy t shirt with no bra and shorts, noticing how his eyes linger on my chest for a second making me shy under his gaze.

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I've been working on this for a while now but I still have so much more to the story that I haven't written yet 😭

But yeah anyways Best Friend's Younger Brother fic coming out at some point 😂

[flkwh0re]

Home for Christmas

Warnings: nothing too crazy, just some smut. pretty fluffy, but a tiny bit of angst. :))

A/n: I like this a lot, sorry for any mistakes or just bad writing.

"Y/n!" My mom called out. I sluggishly hopped out of bed, and made my way down stairs. "I'm gonna go pick your father up from the airport, he can't get an uber home." I groan, "How many times do i have to tell you not to call him my father?" I heard Natasha, my girlfriend, walk down the stairs behind me. "Y/n, don't be so horrible! It's Christmas eve!" My mom scolded.

"I'll probably be out for a while, goodbye." I waved bye to my mom and turned my attention to Natasha. "C'mon Y/n, where's the your Christmas spirit?" She teased. "It's just weird okay? It's the first Christmas without my dad, and with a man who doesn't even like me." She frowned a little, "Hey it's okay, he doesn't hate you." She pauses, "He's just, odd."

"I'm sorry Nat." She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "It's okay, I understand. Why don't we bake something." She said, a smiling creeping onto her lips. "That sounds good, hot cocoa too?" She giggles, "Of course."

Natasha and I had been baking for a little over an hour, then my mom called. I dust my hands off and answer her call. "Hey sweetheart, we're gonna be stuck here for a while. The snows coming down hard, and we don't wanna go out this." I frown, and Natasha wraps her arms around me. "So when will you be home?" I question. "Not sure honey, I'm sorry." I sigh and Natasha's grip tightens around my waist. "Don't worry Mrs. Y/l/n, we'll have cookies and stuff ready for tomorrow." Natasha says. "Thank you so much Natasha, but you don't have to worry about that." "Not a worry miss." My mom replies with a relieved thank you, then we say our goodbyes.

I turn to face Natasha, and frown. "I'm sorry sweet girl, if it makes you feel better we do have the whole place to ourselves." She wiggles her eyebrows and kisses me nose, making me giggle. "We'll have to make good use of that." I say, to which se replies with, "Oh you bet we will." Her lips softly, but hungrily meet mine. "Natty, we have to finish the cookies." I say, but she ignores it and kisses down my neck. Her nose slightly tickles my neck as she does, making me laugh. "Nat please." She pulls away looking at me, "Ugh fine, but I get you after we're done." I just roll my eyes.

We finish baking the cookies and decorating them, Natasha feeling very proud of her decorating skills. "Baby I can't even tell that, that's a reindeer anymore." She scoffs, "You literally can!" Which just makes me laugh, "Oh you find that funny huh?" Natasha grabs my hips pinning then against the counter. "Natty, stop." I giggle out. She presses her lips on mine, soft and lovingly. "I love you so much baby." I look up at her smiling, "I love you too Natty."

Her plump lips reconnect with mine, slowly kissing me. She lips her tongue past my lips, deepening the kiss with lots of passion. Her lips drag down my neck softly, earning little gasp and moans from my throat. "Natty please." She looks at me, "Tell me what you need baby." "Please Nat I just need you." I plead. "But you do have me." She teases. "Natty." I whine out.

She takes my hand and pulls me into the living room, to the couch. I lay down on the couch, and she follows climbing on top of me. Her lips again, reattached to mine. She taste like peppermint, and smells like vanilla. She grips the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head leaving me in my bra. The air in the house is warm and soft on my skin, making me glad I'm not out in the harsh winter air. Her fingertips slide down my stomach, meeting the hem of my sweatpants. Her hand slips into them, fingers grazing my clit through my panties. A soft moan escapes my lips, causing Natasha to smile.

"You're so beautiful baby." She says, blush creeping onto my face. Her lips softly peck my rosy cheeks. "You're beautiful too, Nat." She smiles, tears prickling in her eyes. "Wait what's wrong?" She quickly shuts me down, "Nothing baby, I'm just lucky to have.. you." Your cheeks now an even pinker shade, you're positive that you look like you'd had been out in the cold for far too long.

Natasha helps you out if your pants, admiring your almost bare body. "So pretty." She mutters to herself. Her hands cautiously slip around your back, unclasping your bra. Her lips attach to the skin of your chest, her calloused hands tweaking your hardened nipple. Your back arching as she does. Her tongue slides over your bud, giving soft licks on the delicate skin.

Her hand gropes at your breast softly, then she brings it to your panties. Sitting up to admire you once more. Natasha removes your panties, and brings her fingers to your soaked core. Fingers lightly toy with your clit, slightly adding more and more pressure gradually. Your back arches off the couch, and she slides her digits into you. "Please more Nat." You beg, and she slips another finger into you. She bends down to add her mouth into the mix of fingers. Her lips attach to your clit, stimulating it with each suckle.

She removes her fingers, and adds her whole mouth. Her tongue sliding down your slit, licking and sucking softly. The sound of her wet lips on you and your soft moans fill her ears, the sound of heaven to her. With each flick of her tongue or graze if her fingertips, she brings you to the brink of your orgasm. Cum dripping out of you and she laps it up like it's the last thing she'll ever do.

You watch her sit up, crawling back onto you. Her lips ghost yours, then softly kiss you. The taste of your arousal can be tasted on her pretty lips. "You're amazing." You say, smiling up at her. "Says you." She chuckles.

Natasha stands up and helps you collect your clothes, "Here get dressed and I'll get us some cookies and cocoa." She places a softly kiss on your forehead, and walks off. You slide back into your warm clothes, which are really hers.

As Natasha is standing in front of the stove, heating up the milk, she feels your arms wrap around her waist. "You couldn't wait for me?" She chuckles, and you just shake your head. "Well, since you're in here can you please get some mugs."

You pick out two mugs, festive in Christmas designs both matching. You also retrieve the marshmallows, and whipped cream. Natasha pour the liquid into the cups, and decorated hers with you.

She helps you carry a small plate of cookies to the living room, cuddling up on the couch putting on a Christmas movie. "What's wrong sweetheart?" She asked, seeing the frown on your face. "I just wish my mom, and my real dad were here." Nat frowns too, she always loved your dad and was never fond of your moms new boyfriend that came around awfully too fast. "I know Y/n/n, but you have me and you still have your mom. Okay?" She kisses your nose softly, and you reply by shaking your head.

Natasha helps you cuddle into her chest, the warmth engulfing you and pulls you into a slumber. She kisses your forehead, "I love you Y/n." She mutters onto your soft skin.

The door opens, and your mom steps in followed by your closest friends like Wanda, and Carol. Yelena even made it for Natasha. You'd have such a wonderful thing to wake up to.

Edit: Why did i change the perspective so much 😭😭

[odearly]

ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

oh im no longer a kid

song 6: kids by current joys

rafe x maybank!reader

summary: the pogues leave you in charge of the store on their dock while they go make a deal with a crazy man over treasure.

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You were sitting at the counter of the little charter shack on the dock, your feet up on the counter as you scrolled through your phone. You were picking which sublime song to play in spirit of being a beach bum today.

Your head was pounding from drinking all night at Rafe's party but you sipped from a pacifico to "soothe" that hangover.

You looked up from your phone seeing a pretty big boat pull up to the dock. You sighed, taking your feet off the counter to stand up.

You sat back down with an eyeroll the moment you saw who was getting off the boat. None other than Rafe and Topper.

Rafe walked up to you with a smile, and Topper looked annoyed with a frown on his face. Rafe walked up to the cash register while Topper stayed a few feet away so you couldn't touch him. As if you'd want to.

You rolled your eyes and looked at Rafe. "What do you two want?" Your voice had a joking tone in it.

"Came to see you." He said with a smirk, Topper rolling his eyes behind him.

"Oh? Yeah seems like you've been trying to see me a lot lately." You took a sip of your beer and placed your phone onto the counter. "You got a crush or something, Mr. Cameron."

Rafe smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "A crush? Never, Mrs. Maybank." His tone was sarcastic, leaning closer on the counter. It sounded like some inside joke they had but you had made it up out of thin air.

"So what are you really here for?" You interrogated, standing up from the chair. "Come to a Top's party with me?" Rafe asked almost timidly.

Topper scrunched his eyebrows, stepping closer. "Are you serious, Rafe? You're letting this pogue come to my party when she put a gun to your throat?"

You scoffed, stepping in before Rafe could even open his mouth. "Oh hell no. I don't even want to come to your fucking party."

Rafe looked between you and Topper before speaking up. "Topper I'm over that, it doesn't matter. Me and her are cool."

You muttered under your breath, "yeah define cool..." Rafe heard you but he just looked at you weird then turned back to Topper.

"If she brings a gun into my house though i'm calling the cops on her." Topper said agreeing reluctantly just because he knew Rafe wasn't giving up on this.

You shook your head. "Yeah don't even worry about that, I'm not coming."

Rafe turned back to you, "C'mon please, when do you get off?" You sighed and checked the time. 6:17pm.

Okay, you'd been there for 8 hours so you'd probably be fine if you left. Plus you didn't have anyone else to drink with since literally everyone left you alone.

"Fine. I can go." You flipped the sign at the front and locked the door to the store and then Rafe helped you onto Topper's boat. He was boasting about how much of a gentleman he was, which made you want to shove him off the boat.

As you were sitting on this rich assholes boat, the rich asshole decided to get smart with you. Topper was driving the boat when he looked dead at you. "My family's gonna take your brothers land."

You let out a harsh laugh, genuinely thinking hes joking. "Yeah right, JJ doesn't let shit stop him." Topper just scowled and continued. "No, the zoning is gonna be changed and you loose your free place to stay."

Rafe looked at Topper, genuinely surprised. "Top what the hell?" He stood up, shaking his head rapidly.

You rolled your eyes at Rafe trying to stand up for you. You stood up walking over to Topper, fully intending to hit him. Then Rafe grabbed your wrist pulling you back because he knew exactly what you were about to do.

You looked back at him, trying to pull yourself out of his grip but he just pulled you back to sit down next to him. You looked at him with a scowl on your face.

"Don't do anything stupid. I'll fix it." Rafe said, patting your back and you slapped his hand away.

He put his hands up, not letting that deter him. He was smiling at you.

You pulled up to the 'party' which looked more like a kook frat party. Beer pong and only around 30 people so it seems relatively exclusive.

Rafe grabbed your hand to help you off the boat and you jumped off the boat without his help. He just followed you into the party like he wasn't even phased by your blatant rejection.

He walked in and straight over to the beer pong, while you went to get a drink from the coolers. You loved rich person alcohol, only thing good about them.

You downed a shot of vodka and picked up a mai tai. You walked over to Rafe who was talking to Topper.

You walked up to them but stopped when you heard what someone behind you said.

"Do you remember Sheriff Peterkin? His dad shot her." You glanced at the girl, then back at Rafe who was now turned around.

He didn't even look at you for a second, angry eyes locking onto the bitch talking shit. "What did you just say?"

He walked closer to the girl, and you didn't stop him yet. "You got something to say? Hey listen--" He was cut off by her boyfriend shoving him back, which meant you probably should stop it there.

You sighed, pulling Rafe back by his wrist as he continued talking about them spewing bullshit "You got something to say, say it to my face. DOES EVERYONE GOT THAT?" He was yelling now, glaring directly at the two shit talkers.

He only now glanced at you and you pulled him back harshly and pulling him outside.

Rafe was angry, that much was obvious. "Fuck! Why did you hold me back?" You just stared at him. "Well you can't bail yourself out of jail, Rafe."

His scowl curled up into a smile as he moved his gaze from the ground to you with a giggle at your joke. "You're funny. It's just-- I don't like when people talk about my dad. I know he did.. some stuff that maybe people wouldn't approve of but so have I. Shit.. I'm turning out exactly like him." You listened to Rafe rambling on about his dad.

"You're not like your dad, Rafe." You said with a shrug, leaning on the wall. "You didn't even know my dad." He countered.

"I've heard things." You said simply. He sighed and nodded, "Yeah."

"Yeah." You said back, still staring right into his soul. He knew exactly what you meant.

"So you know about.. everything." He tried to confirm. "I know you kill--." He immediately put his hand over your mouth to get you to shut up.

"Don't fucking say that out loud." He warned, way too close. "Get off of me before I scream it." You said grabbing his hand, raising your eyebrows and then pushing him back. The push was more soft than when you shoved him down before.

There was a beat of silence before you spoke up.

"I don't blame you." You said simply, sighing as you tried to explain yourself. "I'd have killed anyone if it was JJ."

He nodded, "Yeah obviously." He gestured to himself. "Fuck you." You said with a laugh and he laughed too.

He looked at you, his face turning more serious. "Do you think I'm a bad person for it?" You shook your head almost immediately. "No, you're a product of your environment. So am I."

"Y'know you're actually not that bad for a pogue." He said with a wide grin on his face. "And you're not too bad for kook." You said, smirking up at him.

Maybe you and him weren't nearly as different as you thought you were.

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Rafe dropped you off back at the pogues and you walked in to see them all standing at the table looking at a computer screen.

"Hey, uhm.." JJ said, noticing you as you walked closer.

"What's going on?" You asked confusedly. JJ looked over at you. "We're gonna go look for blackbeard's treasure tomorrow. A lost amulet that apparently fixes curses and removes ghosts." JJ was playing up the story for suspense.

Cleo quickly clarified for him, "Some crazy guy wants us to find a necklace from blackbeard's ship to solve what he thinks is a 300 year old ghost cursing his family."

You nodded, "Right.. what happened to living a normal life instead of searching for treasure?"

Pope spoke up without hesitation. "We need the money." Your conversation with Topper, he was planning to take the land from the pogues.

You nodded and shrugged, "What the hell, whats the worst thing that could happen?"

"Dying." They all said in unison. "Right.." You repeated.

"Well, i'm happy to help. Nothing to loose, right Jay?" You said, glancing at your brother. He nodded wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Nothing to lose."

John B shook his head, "Nah, this time we have everything to lose." You sighed and tilted your head at him. "Total buzzkill, JB."

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[eulaliasims]

Round 6: Midwife 3 / 6

Angus: So… do you think Snow would eat Gytha's cat?

Elmet: Probably not. I think. Is the cat, like, moving in here or is this a general question?

Angus: Um, no, but we'll both be of age to marry soon. I was just thinking about it.

Elmet: If you'll let me act all parental for a minute… I know lots of people do it, but you guys don't gotta rush off to get married right away. Nothing wrong with waiting a few years.

Angus: Yeah, I know. We probably will. Wait, I mean. I'm still studying with Mum and Gytha's still learning pottery… things.

Elmet: Cool. You're young, you've got time. You should be visiting strange bars and drunkenly making friends with pirates, not running off to play house.

Angus: No offense, but isn't that how you became a werewolf?

Elmet: No, no, that bar was definitely not cool enough for pirates.

Now the wolves have an excuse to actually be here. Because they live here. Elmet spends time at night making sure they learn good behaviors.

The wolves are actually not allowed in the house, which I normally do not do with sim pets, but... they're wolves. I think that was probably Helenet's limit on the wolves.

Elmet: Arturo, you should go with Helenet to the festival this afternoon.

Arturo: Have you hit your head now? Shall I fetch the witch?

Elmet: No, no, hear me out, I've got a whole plan! I've seen people at festivals in other towns who wear crowns with antlers in them made out of branches or, well, antlers. We'll make you a flower crown, and the green basically passes as makeup. Poof, you're human. And then when people ask who you are, you say you're traveling through from Evervale and you were friends with Helenet when she lived there, so you're catching up. It's foolproof.

Arturo: I thought she came from the village of Wyll.

Elmet: She grew up there, but after she left she lived a year or two in Evervale. Norweni recruited her from there when the last midwife died. I think Angus was already two when she came here. So you should take Netty and I'll stay home with the girls.

Arturo: Hm. You have put a lot of thought into this. But surely you would rather attend and dance with your wife?

Elmet: We've had other festivals; you haven't had any. Anyway, I already suggested this to Helenet and she'll be disappointed if you don't say yes, soooo.

Arturo: Ah, yes, the emotional blackmail comes out.

Arturo: I… why not? It might be… interesting.

Elmet: That's the spirit!

Arturo: I believe I have a formal robe still packed in that trunk.

Elmet: Ooh, can I see?

Elmet: …Maybe my brother has something you can borrow.

Arturo: Time for your nap, littlest witch, so that I may also nap.

Lune: Sleepy Daddy?

Arturo: Yes, yes, I will send your father to tuck you in as well.

I'm fairly sure only one of those wolves is supposed to be that color.

Snow: Grrrrr, get out of here, impostor. Find your own cushy situation.

[hyuuukais]

⋆.˚𖦹°‧✮‧°𖦹˚.⋆ ERROR 404

pairing ~ yang jeongin x fem reader

synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?

warnings ~ gen, anxiety

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CH 5 ~ FAMILY TIES (wc: 2.3k, 2 screenshots)

"There," Jeongin directs you to a house on your right. It's a modest house with dark blue paneling and a neat front yard. As you pull up to the curb, you catch a glimpse of a woman ushering two children back inside, abandoning a soccer ball by the door.

"Cute. You grew up here?" You ask, parking the car.

"Yeah, but like everything else I don't remember much," Jeongin leans forward in his seat to get a better look at the house. "I don't think it was always blue though, that's new. And they cut a tree down from other there," He points to one corner of the yard and you see a short stump. "Other than that, nothing."

"So why are we here then?" You take your hands off the wheel and place them in your lap. "There's gotta be some kind of emotional connection to this place, something important that happened."

"Isn't growing up there exactly that?"

"Well, yeah, but take the other memories into consideration," You say and turn your body to face Jeongin. "That park, anything could have happened there, but your brain decided the most important thing was meeting Hyunjin. Then again at the lake, the first night of having your own car and celebrating that. Even then you mentioned another event that took place there, the party, so why not that? So many things probably happened at that lake just like in this home, but we're here for a specific memory."

"Wow, you've really put thought into this." The corner of Jeongin's mouth quirks up as he faces you. "Maybe you should be a detective."

"I'll stick to the flower shop," You laugh.

For a while it's like this, the two of you chatting in the car waiting for something to happen. Morning turns to noon to late afternoon before anything happens, the sun hanging low in the sky. You point it out to Jeongin when you see it; two little boys have exited a pale yellow house and are making their way down the sidewalk in your direction. Stepping out into the sticky heat of late summer, you and Jeongin follow them all the way to the corner of the street before they stop.

They look to be about thirteen here, Hyunjin wrapping an arm around Jeongin's shoulders as they walk side by side. When they stop, his arm drops and they face each other. Hyunjin is slightly taller than Jeongin and has already started killing his hair with bleach, fiddling with the edge of the yellow tank top he's wearing. Jeongin sighs and crosses his arms with a frown on his face, Hyunjin matching the mood with a pout.

"So this is it?" Hyunjin asks, voice quiet.

"Yeah," Jeongin replies. "I guess so."

"You're leaving me."

"I have to."

"Come live with me," Hyunjin jokes. "Then you won't have to. Convince your parents by saying you don't want to switch schools or something."

"You know I can't do that," Jeongin looks away uncomfortably.

"I wouldn't make you live with me," Hyunjin's head drops. "With him."

"You could come with me-"

"No, I can't, you know that," Hyunjin crosses his arms. "It's stupid you're moving right out of our district, you should still be allowed to stay." He kicks a rock with the toe of his shoe, looking away embarrassed. "Don't make a new best friend."

"What?" Jeongin almost looks offended. "I could never! You know you'll be my best friend for life, always, even if I died! My ghost would haunt your ass."

Present-day Jeongin snorts at this.

With a pinky promise, you watch the two boys make a pact to stay close friends no matter what happens between them. They'll star in their first movie together side by side, they'll always support each other; they'll do everything together and never leave. A car pulls up and honks and Hyunjin waves goodbye to Jeongin, entering the vehicle. As it drives away, Hyunjin is looking out with fingertips barely touching the glass. Little Jeongin is gone, leaving you in silence.

"You know, I've been wondering why this neighbourhood has felt so familiar," You say quietly. "My mother was buried just down the road."

The car is silent, Jeongin placing his hand right next to yours on the compartment, just a hair away. Even with him not touching you directly, you can feel his energy coming off on you. It's different, the way you can feel him without feeling drained; it almost makes you want to take the risk and extend your pinky, closing the distance between you. When you look at him, the setting sun has created a warm glow around him, but accentuating his ghostly-ness. This is both the most alive and dead you've seen him, pale skin and eye bags, orange glow and soft eyes.

You start the car, fully intent on driving home, but your body seems to direct the vehicle the opposite way. As you pass the cemetery you slow down, making a full stop right outside the entrance. In the corner of your eye, you can see Jeongin looking at you, but you can't face him. This is big; walking into this place could change so many things for you, and you don't even know where you'd start with your mom. You've never met her, what if she doesn't recognize you? What if she's not there? What if-

"Y/n, stop thinking so much," Jeongin teases lightly, trying to bring up the mood. "We don't have to go today, or at all even."

"I want to," You finally look at him. "But there's so much I don't know about her and that she doesn't know about me. This could change everything I've ever thought about her."

"Don't you want to know who she was? Not who you think she is?" He asks.

Yes, of course you do. Without answering, you step out of the car and brace yourself for the wind; it's picked up a lot since leaving. Leaves blow off the trees that line the pathway in, some getting caught in your hair as you walk. The air is crisp and cold, goosebumps forming on your arms and the back of your neck. Whether that's actually from the coolness or from the atmosphere, you don't know for sure.

In your peripheral vision, you spot the odd spirit here and there. Most are lingering by graves, presumably their own, wandering back and forth, or sitting on the stone benches sprinkled around. One reaches out for you as you pass a bench, her frail, wrinkled fingers grazing your wrist, but Jeongin shifts over and gently pushes her away. She simply curls into herself, and you think you can hear crying as you get further away; your skin burns where she touched you.

"Up there." You point to a large structure with named boxes in straight lines. Your mother was cremated, but still laid to rest with the rest of her family. Underneath her box are two empty ones and a man's name. Before you can read the name, someone is calling out for you from behind.

Turning around, you spot a young woman not much older than you crouched down by a bush, a bright flower in her hand. She drops the flower, shock written all over her face and tears welling in her eyes. Standing up straight, she eagerly walks toward you, but Jeongin stands in her way as a warning.

"Sorry, I'm not used to the living," She laughs, leaning to the side so you can see her; Jeongin's back is obscuring most of your sight.

"That's okay," You squeak, stepping out from Jeongin. You're a lot more nervous seeing her now, especially noticing just how alike you look. "I'm-"

"Y/n," She exhales. "Don't think I'd recognize my own daughter? C'mon. But..." Her eyebrows furrow, looking around as if someone's missing. "Your brother, where is he?"

Brother?

You stare at her, mouth agape and unable to form words. Glancing back to the stone behind you, it dawns on you that there are two empty boxes underneath your mother, not one. Which means...

"I have a brother?"

"You-" Her eyebrows somehow knit together further, the flower clutched so tightly in her palm you doubt any petals could be salvaged. "You didn't know? How do you not know? Your father-"

"I'm adopted," You admit shyly, avoiding her eyes, but you can hear her scoff.

"That motherfucker."

Jeongin snorts and whispers, "Definitely related."

Your mother opens her mouth to speak again, but she's stopped short when something catches her attention to the side. When you follow her sight, you can see a man in the far distance staring her down. Suddenly, the air is tight with tension and fear, like all the spirits around you are wary of him. He doesn't come closer, but he raises something sharp and you finally recognize him as the man in the boat. The bottle isn't at his neck this time, but rather pointed at your mother. His head is tilted in a sinister way, only part of his face visible from behind his extended hand, but his features are both sharp and soft at the same time.

"We should get out of here," Jeongin says, his own voice tight with anxiety.

"But-" You try to protest.

"No, he's right honey," Your mother spares a glance toward you. "You need to leave, just promise me- promise me you'll find your brother?"

"I-I promise."

Wasting no time, Jeongin encourages you in front of him without tearing his eyes away from the man. The further you go, the blurrier he becomes, and soon enough the man is completely out of sight. Who is he, and why were all those ghosts so scared?

Back in the car, you take a chance to breathe before starting it up. With shaky hands, you turn on the ignition and prepare to drive away, but something bangs on your car window loudly, causing you to jump, almost enough to hit your head. You yelp when you see the man outside, the closest he's been to you since the first sighting. There's a distinctive mole under one of his narrowed eyes, his slender fingers pressed up against the window. Without thinking twice, you speed off and don't stop until you're outside of your home.

Jeongin is trying to speak to you, but you're dizzy and can't make out any words he's saying, the world around you spinning like crazy. A raging headache is beginning to form behind your eyes, placing your head between your legs and trying to control yourself. Anxiety threatens to sweep you under its strong waves, but with every breath you can feel yourself settling down. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three...

"I need to contact Minho," You say, voice weak.

"Let's get you inside first." Jeongin exits, rounding the front of your car and opening your door. "Can you stand?"

"I don't know," You admit. "But if you touch me, especially when I'm already feeling like shit..."

"I know," Jeongin sighs, frustrated.

Placing one hand on the open door and the other on your seat, you push up and cling to the vehicle, a wave of nausea hitting you. Once it passes, you take a step away and allow Jeongin to close the car door. You wonder what this looks like to others; can they see the actions he makes, or does it appear different to them? Stumbling to your front door, you enter quickly, feeling uneasy so exposed outside.

The warmth of your house hits you like a weighted blanket, sleepiness overtaking you making it hard to undress. Trudging upstairs, you half expect Jeongin to be gone when you enter your room, but he's still watching over you. Walking over to your closet, you throw the first comfy clothes you see onto your bed and flop down. It's too much to move- your whole body feels as though there's a ton of bricks weighing you down. With sluggish eyes, you see Jeongin looking out the window to the right of your bed, opening it just a crack to let some cool air in. The breeze prickles at your skin, but it's nice.

"Jeongin."

"Yeah?" He turns his head toward your sleepy figure.

"Can we take a risk?" You mumble, gauging his reaction. His eyebrows raise and he looks down, stretching away from the window.

"What kind of risk?" He asks, trying to keep his voice light.

"Help me get dressed," You say, almost wanting to cry from your exhaustion. "I'm so fucking tired."

Rolling onto your back with your head still in his direction, you watch him consider his options. Slowly, he makes his way toward you and picks up the sweatshirt you abandoned at the bottom of your bed. Hesitantly, the tips of his fingers meet your upper arm. Nothing happens, no sick feelings or passing out; only you and him and the surprising warmth of his touch. When he realizes you're okay, he continues to lift you up into a sitting position, teasing you for your groans. Lifting your shirt gently, he looks away red in the face and feels for the sweatshirt, finding it close by and bringing it over your head. Next, he helps you out of your jeans and slips the matching sweatpants up your legs, his hands pausing at your hips.

He's holding his breath, and you're more awake than ever as you make eye contact with him. You realize the position you're in with him overtop of you, his face oddly close to yours, enough for your breath to mingle. His eyes dart down your face, back up to your eyes, and away from you shyly. Taking his face in your hands, you thumb his cheekbones and run your fingers down his jawline. Touching someone has never felt so natural for you, so real and safe. Either your eyes are deceiving you, or he's getting closer and closer and-

Your phone buzzes. "Minho."

notes ~ this may or may not be unedited for the most part, so apologies for any mistakes i am simply too eepy

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[ariiezart]

Escape the Underdark - BG3 Tav Short Comic

Escape the Underdark - Ariiezart

Sooooooo, here's the general lore for my BG3 bbs Valas and Kethan. I'm still working on all the details for this story lmao. Enjoy my yap session.

Raised in Menzoberranzan under the brutal control of House Au'Dorih, Valas and Kethan spent their early years in the depths of the Underdark. Lirasha, a noble drow sworn to Lolth, was in charge of the household; her harshness was the only thing that could match her strength. Under Lirasha's authority and from other drows, Valas, a drow half-elf, endured constant torture. This resulted from his father's illicit affair with an Elven woman from the surface.

On Lirasha's orders, Valios, Valas's father and a Ranger who was devoted to House Au'Dorih, had previously traveled to the surface. He was entrusted with finding a strong weapon that her mother had misplaced during the previous war.

During his mission, he encountered Etheria, a beautiful druid from Emerald Grove, in her owl bear form gathering berries. Though their meeting began with an intense and bloody fight, it softened when Etheria revealed her elven form. Valios, captivated by her grace, strength, and the harmony she shared with nature, was drawn to her world. Over time, Etheria shared the ways of her people and the teachings of Silvanus with him. Valios purposely delayed his mission, returning again and again to her until their love blossomed and Etheria bore him a son, Valas. He knew it wasn't well... The smartest idea, but gosh he loves Etheria. He figured that Lirasha wouldn't question his whereabouts anytime soon as she's occupied with other things. ( Art of these two??? yes or no, I'll probably do it anyway )

Unfortunately, tragedy struck when Etheria was killed in a goblin attack while Valios was away, and Valios, heartbroken and guilt-ridden, returned to the Underdark empty-handed but carrying his young son, Valas. Lirasha was repulsed by the sight of Valas, a half-breed born from such a transgression. She sent Valios to the spider pits to be sacrificed to Lolth. Valios pleaded for his son’s life, and though Lirasha spared the boy, she condemned him to a life of servitude and suffering. Valas was to become a gladiator for her and her court, a source of twisted entertainment.

Later on, Valas met Kethan, a few years older than him and already skilled in the gladiator pits. Kethan showed Valas the ropes of survival, teaching him the art of combat under Lirasha’s rule. Over time, their bond deepened. Kethan admired Valas’s strength, finding a kindred spirit in him, and eventually, their connection blossomed into something deeper, something intimate. They shared many moments of intimacy, giving each other a sense of warmth and solace despite their oppressive environment.

But while Kethan accepted his role in service to Lirasha and Lolth, Valas quietly dreamed of something more. He longed for freedom, a life beyond the Underdark and Lirasha's tyranny. He spoke of escaping to the surface with Kethan, where they could be together and live freely. But Kethan saw these dreams as foolish and dismissed Valas’s yearning as a hopeless fantasy, something in the fairytale books that Valas enjoyed reading. To him, serving Lolth and the matriarchs of Menzoberranzan was an honor, and he believed Valas should accept his place, even as a half-drow.

Despite Kethan’s harsh skepticism, Valas secretly began to plot his escape. One night, he managed to slip away, leaving his life as a gladiator and servant behind. When Lirasha discovered his absence, she was furious, and sent Kethan to hunt him down, ordering him to bring Valas back, dead or alive. Driven by loyalty yet tormented by love, Kethan pursued Valas, finding him at the edge of the Underdark. There, the two lovers clashed. Valas pleaded with Kethan one last time, asking him to abandon Lolth, to abandon Lirasha and flee with him. But Kethan, torn and heartbroken, refused. With tears in his eyes, he vowed to kill Valas if he wouldn’t return.

Valas, unable to harm his lover, left him behind, turning his back on Lirasha, Lolth, and his past life. Kethan, unwilling to betray his devotion, returned to Lirasha with the fabricated news of Valas’s death. Satisfied, Lirasha considered the matter closed.

Above ground, Valas barely had time to savor his freedom before being captured by mind flayers. Taken aboard a nautiloid ship, he awoke far from the Underdark and on another perilous journey—the journey that would ultimately lead him to Baldur’s Gate, where new alliances, romance, and challenges awaited him.

-End

Bonus pic of Valas and Kethan in-game

-I'm not sure if I want to make a tragic part where Kethan died somehow, and the emperor just kinda took his body and pretended to be him in order to gain Valas' trust.

[astrronomemes]

CORALINE (2009): STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2009 stopmotion film adaptation of Neil Gaiman's Coraline. change & alter as needed.

"He's not really my cat. He's kind of feral — you know, wild? Of course, I do feed him every night, and sometimes, he'll come in my window and bring me little dead things..."

"It's not real scientific, but I've heard an ordinary name, like [name], can lead people to have ordinary expectations about a person."

"You know, this house is a hundred and fifty years old."

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"You're just in time for supper, dear!"

"We've been waiting for you, [name]."

"As soon as you're through eating, I thought we'd play a game."

"You know, I've never been inside [place]."

"[Name] said you'd like it. Boy, she knows you like the back of her hand!"

"Do you want to come along? You can pick out something you like."

"I'm sorry I called you that. I really am."

"You probably think this world is a dream come true. But you're wrong."

"You do like it here, don't you, [name]?"

"You could stay here forever, if you want to."

"It's your decision, darling. We only want what's best for you."

"What's wrong, [name]? Don't you want to play?"

"If you won't even talk to me, I'm gonna go find [name]. He'll help me."

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"She wants something to love, I think. Something that isn't her."

"How can you walk away from something, and still come back to it?"

"They say even the proudest spirit can be broken... with love."

"You are not my mother!"

"You may come out when you've learned to be a loving daughter!"

"Well, she can't keep me in the dark forever."

"Where are you hiding, you little monster?!"

"Don't believe me? You can ask the cat!"

"[Name]? Aren't you getting ready?"

"They're not coming back, are they? Mom and Dad?"

"You know, you're walking right into her trap."

"She may not play fair, but she won't refuse. She's got a thing for games."

"Now, don't be difficult, [name]. Have a seat, won't you?"

"Why don't we play a game? I know you like them."

"Don't worry! I'm getting the hang of it!"

"You know I love you."

"Even if you win, she'll never let you go!"

"Now you're going to stay here forever."

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me! I'll die without you!"

"Get yourself cleaned up. We're going out tonight."

"We've got a lot to celebrate."

"It's a fine, fine thing you did for us, [name]."

"You're in terrible danger, girl!"

"I'm really sorry I didn't believe you about all this evil stuff, [name]."

"Oh, man... what am I going to tell her?"

"Just bring her by the house tomorrow. We can tell her together."

"You know, I'm glad you decided to stalk me."

"I'm [full name]. I've got so much to tell you!"