#“Actually it was the spirit haunting the place. It says we have to kiss for it to be appeased”

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If a ghost says it, you have to do it.

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The elevator game || Colby Brock x Reader

[req by anon] You knew you were sensitive to the other side, but you didn't expect a silly little game from the internet to give you this much of an impact.

warnings: cursing, paranormal activity, reader getting (slightly) attacked by ghosts, sensitive/medium!reader, degrading, angst? still not sure what the meaning of it is tbh

a/n: this is my first request ever, i hope i didn't let you down dear anon. Concept based on this video

word count: 2.5k (not proofread)

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"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" Colby screamed towards the camera, as always.

"Today we are here at the Driskill Hotel, also known as the most haunted hotel here in Texas." Sam continues.

"We're here to figure out why this place is so haunted and what message the ghosts here wanna tell the people. And for this video guys, we have a very special someone!" Colby says, moving to the side so that you're visible to the camera.

Waving at it and smiling, you were greeted by Colby's hands wrapped around your shoulders. "Thank you, thank you. Hello, dear people. It is I." They laugh.

"How are you feeling about this? Are you excited?" Sam asks, putting the camera on the both of you.

"I am! The place is HUGE and honestly, just looks so good!"

"Right?? When we got in it was just like a burst of shock at how gorgeous this place is." Sam said and Colby nodded.

"If it weren't haunted I'd probably come here more often, but I can already feel all of these... energies walking around, I wouldn't last too long."

"Oh, right. For anybody that doesn't know, Y/n is actually a bit of medium?" Colby asks while looking at you, making you nod. "Yeah, so she's sensitive to like the energy of shadow figures and things like that, so maybe we'll get to experience something interesting tonight!"

"I'd say hopefully not but that wouldn't make it fun I guess." You laugh and so do they while you explain it is a pain in the ass to feel those things constantly. "It is almost as if you're constantly paranoid about someone looking at you, y'know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Colby noded.

"Yeah so that, but those stares are more physical than anything, there are times where I can feel people walking behind me and when I look back, there's no one."

"I can just imagine how creepy that must feel." Sam said and you chuckled.

"Oh yeah. You have no idea." You smiled.

"Well then, shall we begin the investigation?" Colby asked you, smiling. You quickly smiled back.

"Of course." You kissed him softly before Sam could even turn off the camera.

"Oh, gross man. I'll have to edit that out." He said jokingly and you laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But seriously though, let's keep it moving." You said and they agreed.

Walking around, there were a few pieces of lore they had to explain to you beforehand. About the one and only Driskill who created the hotel, about the little girl that broke her neck, so on and so forth.

There were times when you had this eerie feeling of constantly being followed, so you kept your arms interlocked with Colby's.

"You're doing okay so far?" He asked, cautiously caressing your hand. You nodded.

"Yeah, just feel like we're being followed." You replied, looking back where there was no one there.

"Really??" Sam asked, looking back as well but seeing nothing. "Do you think we caught a ghost's interest?"

"I mean, probably. There is a difference in between someone that's coming just for the hotel part and us, that are investigating and directly needing their intervention. We're making them curious."

"Well, for whatever spirit that might be following us, you're welcome to answer our questions later on tonight." Colby said loud enough for anything around to listen to it.

Honestly, even those small gestures made you so madly in love with him. The way he touches you softly just for you to make sure you're not alone and he's here for you is such a warming feeling.

Wilst looking around the current room, Colby walked up to a random closed door and tried to walk through.

"She said no closed doors!" Sam exclaimed, probably talking about the tour guide's rules of the place.

"Unless it's... unlocked." Colby responded, making Sam roll his eyes.

"Oop, it's Jim Hogg's room." You said, looking up.

"Who's that?" Sam asked.

"I dunno, it says its name on the top." You point up and they just laughed at the comment. I mean, what were they expecting? You had no idea about whatever story roams around these halls asides from the two main ones they've explained.

"Also I don't think you should be trying even more, like if it's hard to go in it's probably because you're not supposed to."

"We have a bad reputation of breaking into places." Sam admitted and you smiled.

"Yeah, I know. I remember that." You chuckle and hold Colby's hand to pull away from the door.

As they kept on chatting and making interesting comments here and there, you found the elevator and pointed it out. "Oh, is this the one?" Colby asked Sam and he just gave him a stare.

"This is the one what?" You ask and they look at eachother.

Sam sighed. "We were going to keep it until the time came, but we may have a little challenge for tonight that has to do with the elevator."

"Ooooh sounds fun. I wanna do it." You smile.

"You sure?? You have to be by yourself." Colby asked, worried but amused.

"Do you think I can't do this, Mr. Brock? That's offensive." You spat, crossing your hands around your chest.

"No! I meant-" He tried to explain, but you quickly interrupted.

"Cancelled, I tell you. Cancelled!" You look away with your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the stupid situation unfolding.

"Great." You heard him sigh in defeat as Sam started laughing at the both of you. Looking back with a smile on your face, you hugged him.

"Alright, let's get going already." You giggled, gaining a kiss on the top of your head from your boyfriend.

Walking inside the elevator, it almost felt as if it quickly went down in an unnatural way.

"Did you guys feel like... the elevator dropping three inches?"

"Yeah, kinda of." Sam said.

"Three inches is a lot." Colby replied.

"Three inches is huge." Sam continued.

"I can vouch." You said.

"Mass..." Colby began talking but couldn't hold in the laugh after you said that.

Going back to the main lobby, you all reached out to a girl that was apparently the tourguide. She quickly explained the story of the place, how it ended up being the renouned hotel it came to be.

When she explained that the smell of cigar was one of the main ways Driskill manifested, your eyes went wide. "You're kidding."

"No, did you smell it before?" She asked.

"I did! But it was like, close to the entrance so I thought that maybe someone was smoking. I did find it rare because it was just a glimpse of it for like a solid second and then gone." You explained, making the girl smile.

"Well, that was him."

"No way." Colby said, smiling at you.

"Yup." She nodded, continuing to explain as you all started walking back to the elevator. Going inside, the door closed only to be opened again. "Oh?"

"Did we just pressed five and went to one? It's haunted!" Sam exclaimed.

"That was weird." Colby said, looking at the door.

"It was, that was so weird." The guide said, trying to close the door once again, only for it to open again.

"Does it do that often?" You asked and she shook her head.

"No! It doesn't." She walked back out and talked to someone from out side. "Are you fucking with us?"

"That's so strange- oh, I hit it." You whispered. The guide came back in.

"But you see it, right? I'm pressing five and it like start to go up but then it stops." The door closes once again, only for them to open.

"Oh my god." Sam said, whispering.

"And we're doing a challenge here?" You asked confused, making them laugh.

"Not here exactly." Colby smiled.

"Lemme- I'll go out." You said, walking out of the elevator, watching as the doors began to close, only for them to open once again. "Oh no, that's- that's a malfunction alright."

"And you said it, these malfuction all the time." Colby said to the guide as they walked out of the elevator.

When Sam did it by himself, it started working all over again.

"What the fuck??" Colby yelled.

"Are we like fat? Is it fat shaming us?" You whined, making everyone laugh.

And so, even though your night barely started, you were already having some activity to say the least.

And it kept being that way all night. Constant responses from spirits, intelligent ones at that. The little girl, the woman from the vortex room... all the way down to the challenge you've been anticipating the whole night round.

The elevator challenge.

"I think it might be just me but every single time we pass through this side of the hotel I feel like actually throwing up."

"Wait, really?" Colby asked, worried.

"Like an eerie feeling more than anything, almost like I'm kinda feeling a bit dizzy whenever we pass through here."

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can still back out, or I could go in with you." Colby tried to make you change your mind, but you were settled in it.

"No, I have to do it alone. What if it doesn't work because we're together? You're not gonna let me do this right?"

"I do! I'm just worried." Colby admitted, making you smile.

"You cutie. I love you so much." You said, smiling at him and cupping his face before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Y'all are gonna make me puke, another part I'm gonna have to cut out." Sam joked, making you giggle.

"Alright, alright. So, how does this work?" You ask, hugging yourself as you wait for instructions.

It was a simple game. Supposedly, you had to hit the buttons of the elevator in a specific order. In the last one, you had to invite in a lady. If the ritual worked, you were supposed to start going up into another world. If it didn't, well, nothing happened and it failed.

"So... I'm about to get isekai'd? We're going to an anime, brothers." You laughed at your own joke while they handed you your camera.

"I send you the order, just in case." Sam continued, and you nodded.

"Thank you, 'cause I already forgot." You turned on your phone as well as the camera and walked in.

"Any last words?" Colby asked cheekishly, making you smile.

"See you in the other side." You answered, before the door closed. You sighed, putting the camera up to your face. "Alright, so... I'm supposed to hit this one first." Switching the camera back to the buttons, you hit the number four.

It began moving. "Oh, good. It would've been a mess if it already fucked up. Alright..." You sighed. "I didn't told them this, but I do find the thought of getting stuck in an elevator horrifying. I just agreed because maybe it might help me out, but it doesn't work the fact that I can feel so many spirits around this area specifically every time we walk past it." You explain before getting on the next floor, touching the next button.

Back down on the lobby, Sam and Colby were talking.

"I didn't want her to do it, honestly. I was gonna do it myself." Sam said.

"Right? She's our guest too, what if something happens to her? That would be the death of me."

"Don't jinx it, brother. She'll be alright."

Boy they were wrong.

Halfway through, your vision started to get blurry, your legs were shaky and you couldn't brush off the feeling of pressure on your chest. It was starting to make you nervous, even more so the fact you were alone.

You started thinking to yourself. What if something really did happen? What if you summon something your body couldn't handle? What if it really did send you to another world?

It happened so quickly, that you have already reached the last floor before you knew it. Gulping down your dry throat, you began to speak. "Alright, if there's something... out... oh fuck." Your vision got blurry and you could feel an inmense ammout of power flushing through the elevator doors even before it opened up.

You couldn't hold it together, it was too much for you to handle as you were suspecting before. Although you tried to stay up, your legs couldn't hold your weight up anymore and you passed out, falling down to the floor, hitting your head strongly onto the hard floor of the elevator.

Luckily, the ritual didn't work. It began going down and the guys, mainly Colby, were anxiously waiting for the doors to open. When they did, their faces fell.

Colby screamed out your name, quickly rushing in and holding your head. "Love?? Sweetheart, what happened? Wake up, please. Oh God." He began shaking, carrying you outside of the elevator so that it was slightly more comfortable.

"What happened? Oh my fucking God." Sam whispered, grabbing your camera from the elevator's floor and walking out.

"She's not responding, Sam." Colby nervously said, making sure you were at least still alive.

You were.

"Should I call an ambulance or something?" Sam asked. "Oh, no. I have the keys with me."

"Let's take her to the hospital, quickly." He lifted you up from the floor and hurriedly got out of the building and to the hospital.

You were alright, luckily. It seemes you have just fainted, but you falling down to the floor and hitting your head so hard made it a bit more complicated than what it had to be.

Colby felt bad, horrible even to think that this could've happened to you.

He should've been more careful, he should've known you were too sensitive to all of these energies so that you would go alone and out to make something so nerve racking. He should've been more insisting, rather than going with the flow merely because of a video.

He let his love have that type of experience because of a mere video.

It devastared him. Made him feel absolutely awful about it. While waiting for you to wake up, he kept on downgrading himself thinking about how he's the worst possible boyfriend.

It all stops when you finally wake up. Looking around the white room, confused.

"What happened?"

"It looks like you fainted... I'm so sorry for letting you do that all by yourself, I should've stopped you, I should've at least gone with you, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that because-"

"Love. Love!" You held his cheeks softly, making him quietly stop ranting, you smiled. "You know I wanted to do it, I was the stupid one for forgetting that big energy rafts can affect me a lot, I'm so sorry baby." You kissed his nose, reassuring him everything was alright.

And honestly, he needed to hear it. From you, specifically. Sam was trying to make him calm down but it didn't really work. It had to be you, your voice, your smile.

The one thing that made him whole all over again.

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I MAY HAVE DONE TOO MUCH FILLER FOR NO GODDAMN REASON- also hoping that dear anon liked it-

thank you for reading, loves~! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

~nikkõ

[luveline]

oK HALLOWEEN REQUESTS?! BET!!! GET THIS, STEVE WHO KEEPS HEARING SCARY NOISES IN HIS HOUSE AND HE CALLS READER (his gf) TO BE LIKE DUDE THERES A FUCKING GHOST and it’s a cat who got stuck in his attic or something 🥹

ty for requesting ♡ you and steve go ghost hunting. fem, 1.1k

Steve's waiting for you. Front door open, your boyfriend stands in his pyjamas with a leather jacket thrown over the top, hair ruffled but adorable, one pant leg tucked into his sock and the other dragging on the floor.

"Planning on a quick getaway?" you tease. 

Steve hangs his head. "Whatever, just kiss me." 

You love him even if you tease, using the door jam for extra height as you tip your head back to kiss him. With the way he kisses you can't be expected to abstain, hot little crescent moons of touch pressed softly to the seam of your lips, like the very beginning of a heavier kiss. It distracts you, and you forget why you're there. 

"'M being haunted," he says against your mouth. 

"Right," you remember. "You sounded hysterical on the phone. I thought maybe you'd been spiked." He rolls his eyes. "Hey, it happened once before!" 

"Just come listen. It's a weird thumping." 

"Maybe there's a guy living up there," you suggest, taking your shoes off by the door. 

Steve takes your hand gently, his words much less coddling, "Sure, there's a man living in my attic. He comes out when I sleep." 

"Well, don't scare yourself." 

"It's fucking weird. It's definitely a spirit." 

"Like that vampire you saw last Christmas." 

Steve leads you upstairs to his room, where he encourages you to get comfortable. You take off your jacket and your bag. You'd brought pyjamas, figuring Steve's phone call to be an invitation rather than a real ghost hunt, but you'll save them for afterwards. He looks comfortable, and he smells nice as you drop your face into his arm. 

"Listen," he says, bringing the forearm of the arm you're snuggling up to stroke whatever skin of yours he can reach, "it'll happen again. It's constant." 

"It's maybe a burst pipe." 

He shushes you, not unkindly. "Just listen." 

On the phone, he'd been dramatic enough that you assumed this was a cute ploy to see you. You'd felt quite flattered —Steve doesn't seem to realise how much of a catch he is, so his flirting is over the top, and it really keeps the crush alive even while you're dating. There's a fucking ghost, dude, you need to come over right now. 

Really? I thought your parents bought the house new? 

Baby! Don't make me beg. And don't make me die alone. 

You tilt your head to one side and listen hard for his promised ghost, an excuse to be in Steve's space more than anything. After a few dull seconds of silence, you turn forward and offer him a smirk. "You don't have to make stuff up for me to come over. I would've come to see you for no reason." 

"And while I appreciate that," he says, his hand moving to your face, your cheek to his palm, "there's really, actually a ghost." 

You look up in tandem as a strange sound echoes from above Steve's bedroom. It can't be a person, the weight doesn't shift loud nor close enough for footsteps, only groans in one place before creaking further toward the door. 

"Oh," you say. Steve squeezes your cheek. 

To get into Steve's attic you have to build a precarious ledge. He doesn't have a stepladder and the attic itself has no fold down, nor a ring pulley. "We don't go in there, the house is big enough already," he explains, lugging his TV stand under the attic opening. "This is barely tall enough to get up there." 

"Maybe you can boost me?" you suggest, though the idea of being that far up doesn't sound enticing. 

"No way, it's dark up there. If one of us is going to be killed by a ghost, it'll be me." He kisses your cheek and hops up onto the stand with impressive dexterity. You grit your teeth. "And besides, you don't like heights." 

"Steve, is this a bad idea? What if it's an owl? It'll attack you." 

"It's not an owl," —he grabs at the attic tile and pushes it in, grunting as he pulls the weight of his upper half inside with it— "it's a ghost, beautiful." His legs disappear into the attic. You can hardly see him. "We should've found a flashlight." 

"I can go look?" 

"I'll be fine, probably."

"Stay away from the hole! If you fall and break your back I'll have to work two jobs and someone else will have to give you sponge baths–" 

"Why do you actually sound worried? I'm not going to fa– Holy fuck!"

A huge thunk. You huff out a worried exhale, asking, "Are you okay? Stevie?" as you climb onto the TV stand and peer into the dark attic. 

"I'm okay! I'm gonna come back, don't flinch." His face appears in the opening. "I tripped over something. It's weird, you won't believe me, but the floor is wet in here. There must be a leak in the roof."

"Be careful, Steve, please," you murmur. 

Steve leans down in the gap to kiss your frown. "Sorry. I'm being careful. Could you bring me some towels? I'm gonna clean this up." 

You throw him a couple of towels from his laundry room like you're shooting shoddy hoops, laughing at his worse catching. The floor moans as he cleans, but there doesn't seem to be any ghost now that he's investigating. In fact, the house is very, very quiet. 

"Did you hear that?" Steve asks. 

You shiver. "Don't mess around!" you call, though you're not mad. "You're giving me goosebumps." 

Steve goes quiet for a little while. You chew on your lip, consider standing on the TV stand again to climb in after him, but ultimately stand frozen under the gap, waiting. 

He says something too quiet to hear. 

"What?" you ask. 

Your response comes unexpectedly, a little white face held by two bigger hands from the ceiling, and a frankly earth-shattering yowl. 

"Look! It's a cat!" 

"I can see." 

"Take him, take him!" 

You take the cat even as he hisses at you, holding his claws as far from you as you can manage. Steve huffs and puffs as he slides his way down, the TV stand wobbling ever so slightly as he closes the attic and hops down onto the floor. 

"He's aggressive," you say, wincing as the cat hisses again. "How big was the leak? I mean, how did he get up there?" 

"I told you already," Steve says, attempting to pet the cat and dodging a well-aimed claw, "he's a ghost." 

"Very funny, H. Now, um, what are we gonna do with him?" 

"...I was hoping you'd know." 

"I guess you have a pet now. Congrats, babe." 

[lunarwritesthings]

Protected From The Paranormal

Paring: Nate Hardy x Gn!Reader

Fandom: Sam & Colby

Request: No

Summary: Nate is a protective boyfriend and worries about the reader while at the Sallie House with Sam, Colby, and Seth.

We're all upstairs in Sallie's room talking when you all hear a noise in the hallway making me jump. Even though he was startled Nate protectively wraps his arms around out and ask me "are you okay?". I rarely go to haunted places with the boys because Nate being the protective boyfriend he is wouldn't let me. I manage to convince him to let me go this time because I knew a lot about the Sallie House.

I nod and tell him I am as I move closer to his side feeling safe in his arms. I followed Colby, Seth, and Nate to the next room while Sam went downstairs. That was until Sam yelled for all of us to come downstairs. Sam was freaking out because the 8 ball that was in Sallie's room was now at the bottom of the stairs and none of us knew how it got there.

I found it a little funny that Nate was blaming Sam even though they have been friends since they were 14. Little did we know that it was actually Seth's fault. He accidentally kicked it when he jumped at a noise.

It was decided that the 8 ball would be used while someone was under(doing the Estes Method). Sam went first. While Seth and Colby were asking questions Nate was talking to me and checking up on me. "Are you sure you're okay? We can go outside if you need. I can take you home" I smiled finding it sweet how worried Nate was about me.

"Nate, love I'm positive I'm okay. Just a little startled. If anything changes I'll tell you immediately, okay?" Nate relaxed a little "okay I just want to make sure my baby is okay". me and Nate stop talking after that and focused on the investigation. After doing the Estes method for a bit we agreed on going downstairs to the dining room.

Apparently, Sam and Colby had something planned, it was probably going to be interesting, to say the least knowing them. Turns out they wanted to throw Sallie a birthday party and even got a cake. Nate immediately said no because they didn't know what this would cause and he was worried about how it would affect me. He'd already refused to let me go in the basement with Sam and Colby.

Eventually, Sam and Colby talked him into doing it and letting you do it. "I'm questioning my life choices. I'm about to throw a birthday party for a demon child" Seth said causing us all to laugh. Nate had me sit on his lap so he could protect me if needed. Truthfully I think he wanted some comfort.

While singing happy birthday, we hear a loud bang and all quickly run over to the stairs and see that once again the 8 ball is at the bottom but this time we knew none of us did it so the only thing that could have done it was a spirit. While Sam, Colby, and Seth were talking I ran out of the house genuinely scared. Nate immediately followed, wanting to know what was wrong and if I were okay.

Once Nate had caught up he immediately wrapped his arms around me protectively while rubbing my back. "Why did you run out? Are you okay?" He asked. I could hear the worry in his voice. "The 8 ball coming down the stairs scared me. I'm scared but I'm okay." He kissed the top of my head

"Let's head back to the house and finish up and we can go home okay?" I nod and walk back to find Sam, Colby, and Seth coming towards us asking if I'm okay which I tell them I am. They could tell differently by how protectively Nate was holding me but they didn't question it.

We agreed to pack up and leave. Nate stayed by my side and wouldn't let me out of his sight. I found it really comforting. Once we got home we went to our shared bedroom and cuddled. I was still startled by what happened but felt better and safe in Nate's arms and he could tell. "Thank you for protecting me" I told him. "You don't need to thank me love. I rather you be safe and okay than anything else".

[jaylaxies]

Picture this : Heeseung and Sunoo are explorers and they’re always going to investigate haunted places (similarly to the YouTubers Sam & Colby). Sunoo decides to bring along his scaredy cat best friend Y/N in hopes of overcoming her fear of scary things. Plus she has the biggest crush on Heeseung and Sunoo hopes this experience can bring them closer together. As they enter the building, they instantly get the chills and start feeling something. Sunoo begins to talk to the camera letting the audience know of what’s going on. Y/N explores the foyer and sees something out of the corner of her eye. She shrieks and grabs onto the closest thing near her, which happens to be Heeseung. “Woah woah woah, what happened ? Did you see something ?” Heeseung asks her. She nods looking around the room “yeah, I was walking around the carpet, looked up and saw something move out of the corner of my eye… it couldn’t have been you guys because my back was turned to you.” Sunoo’s eyes widen and he looks around looking for an explanation. “Sorry, it might have been my imagination playing tricks on me” Y/N laughs out. Everyone joins in hoping to lighten the mood. They walk near the piano where it’s said that spirits play songs hoping to find someone to entertain. Y/N and Heeseung look around the room and the piano goes off. “AHHHHH” Y/N yelps and clings onto Heeseung again. “That was me, sorry Y/N” Sunoo quickly tells her to ease her mind. She laughs it off and walks to stand by him. Sunoo begins to talk to the camera again letting viewers know the history behind the house so they aren’t confused. “Hey Sun, is it disrespectful to kiss in the haunted places ?” Y/N suddenly asks. “Haha, ummmm why ?” Sunoo questions. She walks toward him again, “ehhhh just wondering.” He resumes, “so we’re gonna start asking questions hoping someone or something will answer.” He starts jumping up and down excited to get the evening started. Y/N starts walking toward Heeseung, “hey Seung, maybe we should make out before we get started, to you know settle my nerves.” He laughs and claps his hands, walking toward her and grabbing her waist “I wouldn’t not be down for that.” Sunoo sits in the middle of the room, channeling positive energy and asks out “if this is something pure, please show us a sign.” It’s dead silent for a minute before Sunoo screams in surprise. “Sun, what happened ?” Y/N questions. “Nothing for you to worry about pretty girl” Heeseung says and grabs her chin to make her look up at him and plants his soft lips on hers. She tenses for five seconds before finally relaxing in the kiss and letting Heeseung distract her.

- 🐉

heeseung can definitely do more but is “fucking in a haunted building” in his bucket list? actually he might just settle for a quick fuck to help you calm down, sunoo don’t know, right?

[cherrrysue]

can i pls have fics that have arranged marriage plot?

sure, here you go x

Arranged Marriage

I wasn't sure you meant between them or one of them with the other people so I'm doing both

- between l/h:

Adore You by isthatyoularry

M, 66k

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer. Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Teenage Rebellion Never Worked Out So Well by panda_bear21

NR, 55k

Trust Me Tonight by 28sunflowers

“I’m an adult!” He glanced down at Harry, who seemed anything but at the moment, where he was definitely on the brink of a temper tantrum. “We’re both adults!” Jay glanced to Anne again, before breathing out a heavy sigh. “Yes, but you’re both adults that do not have jobs and who live off of our money… Which means, you have to do what we say… or you’ll have to find a new place to live.” “You wouldn’t do that.” Louis dared, hoping his glare was enough to guilt trip his mother into calling the whole thing off. Or to tell them that it had all just been a huge joke and they weren’t actually being forced into marrying a complete stranger. “Oh, but we would.” Or the super cliché arranged marriage fic where things escalate way too quickly.

E, 10k

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week. Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband. There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

- l/h with other ppl:

Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore

G, 102k

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead. The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

Sail Across Me by iwillpaintasongforlou

E, 21k

Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they're as pretty as this one.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by flowercrownfemme

E, 25k

Harry had been kissed before, but never like this. He’d shared sweet, curious kisses behind bleachers and in soda shop booths, one or two more daring ones in cars parked on dark suburban streets, but the girls he’d kissed had never filled him with the desperation that erupted from Louis’ touch. He parted his lips and pulled him closer, as though he could breathe Louis straight into his lungs, as if he could swallow him. He wanted to consume Louis the way he consumed the body and blood of Christ. He wanted to place Louis on his tongue and feel him dissolve into a frothy mess of starch and saliva. He wanted to gulp him down until his teeth were stained purple and he was drunk on him. He wanted him in some violent holy way that made his hands shake where they were twisted in Louis’ shirt. In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

You Take Me Over, You're the Magic in My Veins by supernope

E, 36k

Louis can feel Harry’s eyes on him as he turns to head toward his seat. He tucks a secretive smile into the palm of his hand while he slides into place beside his sister, his mother’s seat still empty as it awaits the Queen’s entrance. He knows he should be behaving himself a bit more, should be focusing his attention on Gemma, rather than her brother. He’s working on borrowed time, is expected to announce his engagement to the Princess within the next few weeks, but he can’t seem to help himself. Gemma is lovely, kind and witty and beautiful, but he has no interest in being married to her, had no interest in marriage before her arrival, period. Teeth sunk into his bottom lip to disguise his smile, Louis risks a quick glance toward Gemma and Harry’s usual seats, finds Harry already seated and staring steadily back at him. His hair is a mess from Louis’ fingers and his cheeks are still flushed, and Louis’ heart gives a heavy, delighted thud. No, he thinks, he has no desire to be betrothed to Princess Gemma, but he finds he wouldn’t mind being married after all, if it was Prince Harry he was promised to, instead.

Chasing Empty Spaces by Lis (domesticharry)

E, 79k

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

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Dan’s POV Masterlist

a great deal of light (falls on everything) (ao3) - bevshanscom

Summary: They have settled, he thinks, in their own way. That has little to do with the fact Phil’s turning 30.

(Dan and Phil celebrate Phil's birthday on the Isle of Man, and maybe Dan's already a Lester)

Brace Yourself (ao3) - AshHansbr0

Summary: Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for two years who are you

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

cloud watch (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: Or, pastel!Dan hates his new journal but writes in it anyway, and accidentally just ends up recording his feelings on punk!Phil, in a suitably melodramatic way.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

Dan and His Butterflies (ao3) - Raspberrysaxophone

Summary: Very basic: Dan is terribly in love with Phil (the sporty jog). So much so, that Dan joins the school's sports team to be closer to him. As Dan awkwardly stumbles around, Phil starts to take notice of him. A party takes place and who knows what a drunk Dan might do...

down for the count and i’m drownin’ in ‘em (ao3) - kishere

Summary: they’re stuck in a waiting game, the area of time when Dan knows Phil should be beginning his heat and actually /starting/ his heat. preheat has many side affects including wanting to nest, increased libido, irritation just to name a few.

Fortune Cookies (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan gets a fortune cookie and it's been bugging him all day. But he's NOT superstitious.

Getting through a bad day. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan has learned about his depression and understands it better now, that doesn't keep the bad days from happening.

glow (ao3) - danthrusts

Summary: being a witch is fun until everything is blowing up around you

Hurt me once (ao3) - Augusti_Lila

Summary: song fic of "hurt me once- ben platt"

Dan had decided to confess Phil his love. But sometimes what we plan it's not what we end up having.

I pray for the ground to swallow me whole (Just Like Heaven) (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Dan is a recently dumped Youtuber moving into a new apartment in Manchester. But the apartment isn't entirely empty; it's haunted by the ghost of a man named Phil. And although Phil can't remember much about his life, he's convinced that he isn't really dead. In Phil's 'previous life', he worked in Tesco, with only a couple of close friends, no one even knew his name. But now he's in a coma and his spirit is trapped in his house that now belongs to someone else. Will he remember what his life was like and more importantly, what can break this curse? While Dan recruits PJ, his friend who's slightly sceptic about ‘Phil’, to get to the bottom of Phil’s identity, he and Phil begin to fall in love.

In Vino... (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan’s only brave enough when he’s drunk.

(Dan POV version of "Veritas")

It's Growing On Me (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: AU where Dan runs an aesthetic shitpost blog and Phil runs a famous aesthetic plant blog. One day, Phil follows Dan back and they get to talking...

Just A Little Bit's Enough (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan wasn't very happy with what he found on Phil's laptop. The lies and deceit were way too much to deal with calmly, and believe me when I say that Dan was way beyond being calm.

Kiss Me Like the First Time (ao3) - interruptedbyfjreworks

Summary: “Remember our first kiss?” I asked, smiling up at Phil.

He chuckled softly. “How could I forget? That was the best kiss I had ever had. Although, I hadn’t kissed many people before that.”

I laughed and looked down at my hands. Somehow, they had found their way to Phil’s hands, and I was absentmindedly playing with his fingers. “Kiss me like that,” I said suddenly.

“What?” Phil said, startled.

“Kiss me like the first time.”

Kiss Me Through the Phone (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: In which Dan deals with the emptiness of their apartment, but Phil sends something to make it better.

like (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil's out of town and Dan's left alone with their five year old son. All their son wants is for Phil to come home.

Meeting the Parents (ao3) - eremoose

Summary: Phil meet's Dan's parents and discovers the nickname they gave him

Merry Christmas, you spoon (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan is Death, Phil is Life, and Christmas is coming up - their first Christmas together - though Dan's worried: something feels a little...off.

Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid

Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.

Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

People Change Their Minds (ao3) - scifi

Summary: dan falls out of love

Precocious child (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil's lives change and progress faster than they had anticipated.

The Smirnoff Slip (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Laurence really hadn't meant to do it; He was only a kid after all. And Dan couldn't be mad at him, especially not after meeting his attractive new principal.

The stranger who loved me. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: “Well, that’s nice I guess,” he paused, “but I have no idea who you are.”

“Haha, very funny,”

“I wasn’t being funny,”

“What?” I swallowed hard, “You don’t know who I am?”

“No, am I supposed to?”

The Wallflower's Guide to Love (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne

Summary: Dan is a brilliant but painfully shy and awkward guitar player in a popular local band who prefers to hide from the spotlight. He's content to lose himself in his playing and avoids friendships and emotional attachments, but an accidental run-in with a mystery boy inspires him to reach out to him through anonymous texts.

Too scared that the boy will be disappointed in the real him, Dan doesn't want to reveal his identity and risk losing their surprising connection. When forced to choose between his anonymity and putting his heart on the line, help from an unexpected friendship pushes him far beyond his comfort zone, but will it be too little too late?

when we were younger. (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: dan is seriously in need of a breather after the difficult year he's had, and finds home in no one other than phil

[hippienerdsblog]

CHRISTMAS MIRACLES

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x reader

SUMMARY: Steve has never been a fan of Christmas, and he’s never been a fan of you… so what happens when he finds you in the middle of the road in your broken down car on Christmas Eve?

WARNINGS: enemy’s to lovers, swearing, kissing.

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

The town of hawkins was known by many to be cursed, or haunted. People believed that something evil lied beneath the layer of dirt that they walked a foot on everyday during their daily routine.

But during the month of December, everyone somehow seemed to ignore and forget their fears of this town. Christmas spirit seemed to spread everywhere, distracting everyone from the true events that go on in the upside down.

Including you.

Which is why right now, you were pulling into the parking lot of the family video plaza, on you way to get a Christmas film of your pick to watch before you go to see all the beautiful lights hung up around hawkins. One of your favourite parts of this time of year.

As soon as you opened the door of your car, you felt the strong winter breeze slap you in the face. You climbed out and closed the door behind you, walking to the family video store as snow flakes dropped in your hair and melted on your skin.

You stomped your feet a little on the mat to remove any excess snow before opening the door and entering the store, making the bell at the front door make a ding as it swings.

You were hoping your friend Robin would greet you this evening, but instead, a very disliked Steve Harrington walked out from behind the back, and gave a not so friendly eye role as he spotted you walking in.

He let out a slightly dramatic sigh. “Robin… your menace is back.” Steve complained, throwing his head back in defeat. You gave a light eye roll, trying to ignore him just before your lovely friend came rushing out of the back with a bright smile placed on her face.

She stands in the doorframe for a moment. “We got it.” She says happily like the energetic person she is, and you took notice to the fact that she had her hands hidden behind her back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate Robin?” You question as you take a step towards her, but Steve but a hand in front of you before you had the chance to take another step. “Nope. Nice try. No customers behind the counter.” He crosses his arms, blocking you from getting past.

You role you eyes once again. “Your such a dick… you know that right?” You question, pushing past him anyways, and walking right over to Robin. Steve stands there unimpressed. “Takes one to know one.” He mumbles annoyed, and walks away, trying to make himself look busy by organizing a random aisle of movies.

You ignore his comment and look up at your friend who’s still smiling. “Come on dude… just spit it out.” You tell Robin, wanting to know what she’s hiding behind her back.

She quickly takes her hands out from behind her back, revealing a movie box, which happened to be Mickeys Christmas Carol, making your eyes light up at the sight. Your hands reached out and grabbed the box from your friends as you stare at it happily, scanning the cover of the box. You were a sucker for Disney films. This one came out last year around Christmas, but it was so popular that you couldn’t find a copy anywhere.

You look up at robins who’s still smiling. “Merry Christmas!” She says. You smile in return, and giggle as you move in to hug her, throwing your arms around her. “I love you sososo much thank you thank you thank you!” You say as excitement takes over your body.

Steve moves closer and leans against the wall behind you guys, and takes notice of the movie your looking at, letting out a chuckle. “Jesus. Seriously? What are you, 5?” He comments as he makes fun of you for your choice of Christmas movie.

You turn and look at him over your shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you that you suck at your job harrington?” You shoot back.

Robin raises her hand in the air in return to your question. “I have. Many times actually.” She jokes, making Steve glare at his best friend.

You shake your head before looking back at Robin, and smiling. “This is amazing. Thank you.” You look down at the movie in your hands and smile. “I should head out before the roads get bad, I still wanna go check out Christmas lights.” You say joyfully, and walk out from behind the counter, giving Steve a glare as you do so.

Robin looks at the time on the clock above her. “Maybe you should just head home? We wouldn’t want you dying in a car crash the night before Christmas.” She comments, being her usual honest self.

“Jesus robin, don’t say stuff like that.” Steve says back, and you squint your eyes at him.

“Like that isn’t already on your Christmas list.” You say back with attitude, before turning around towards the door. “Merry Christmas Robin.” You cal out without turning around.

She watches as you push the door open. “Drive safe! Watch out for ice! Don’t get distracted by Christmas music!” She yells out, just before the door closes behind you.

Robin looks over at Steve and just stares at him, staring at you as he watches you get into your car. It takes him a second to notice, but he finally looks back at robin once you pull out of the parking lot, and he sees he’s being stared at.

“What?” He asks defensively, making robin give an eye roll and a shake of her head before walking away to the back of the store, leaving Steve alone. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back out the window. He caught a quick glimpse of your car driving down the street, just before you turned the corner, and he lost sight of you.

He looked at the clock, seeing he only has 47 minutes left of his shift.

“Run, run Rudolph, Rudolph ain’t too far behind.” You sing along to the radio in a good mood, drumming the beat on your steering wheel as you drive.

“Run run Rudolph, Santa’s—“

You trailed off quieter and quieter as you drove up the hill, but noticed you were moving slower, and slower the higher up you got, giving you a not so good feeling. “No no no…” You mumble under your breath, giving a good hard press to the gas peddle, but it did nothing. Your car was stalling. Nothing was happening, until you noticed your car starting to go backwards. “Fuck…” you curse under your breath.

“Santa, make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down.” The radio sang as your car drove backwards down the hill slowly. You tried to restick your key in the ignition to start it again. “Come on you piece of shit! Drive!” You yell in frustration as you aggressively turn the key, and give a smack to your steering wheel.

“Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round.” The song ends as your car comes to a full stop as you reach the bottom of the hill where you once were a minute ago. You angrily hit your steering wheel again and let out a groan. “Stupid fucking Volkswagen!” You yell as you have a mini melt down in your car.

Once you calm down from your fist fight with your steering wheel, you take a look out the window and realize you’re not super close to the lights. Or to home. Or to anywhere you would want to walk to in this snow storm. You look over at the movie that sat in your passenger seat, and you felt tears swell in your eyes. This isn’t what you wanted your Christmas Eve to be. And you didn’t know what to do.

Steve squinted his eyes as he drove through the mini blizzard on his way home from work. He wasn’t exactly excited to go home. He had no plans for Christmas Eve. His parents didn’t care enough to spend it with him.

Which is why right now, he was on his way to the light show at the end of town. Where he knew you would be. Why did he feel the need to go? He had no idea. Steve didn’t even like you. But for some reason… he also did. He was interested in everything you did yet tried to play it off like he didn’t notice you or like you. But he did. He liked your presence. He liked being able to make fun of you over useless stuff.

All these thoughts about you made Steve think he was imagining things when he saw a car that looked exactly like yours stopped in the middle of the lane. He didn’t bother honking since he could clearly see the car was off, so instead he drove around it, but pressed on the breaks when he saw you through the car window, and realized it was indeed your car.

Steve leaned forward and rolled down the passenger window of his car. “Hey!” He yelled loud enough for you to hear. Your head shot up at the sound of a voice. You were so busy crying that you didn’t even hear his car or see the headlights, but you were quickly disappointed when you realized the car contained Steve Harrington. You looked down as you rolled your window down, and looked up at Steve with a tear stained face. “Come all the way out here to make fun of me for this?” You say with attitude.

Steve deserved that. He knew he did. He stayed quiet for a minute. “Car troubles?” He finally says, not thinking before he spoke as usual. You let out an unamused laugh, staring down at your lap. “No, I just happen to like sitting alone in my car in the middle of a snow storm on Christmas Eve instead of looking at pretty lights… and watching happy movies with hot chocolate and cookies.” At first you say it sarcastic, but then you got sadder as you spoke and started crying near the end of your sentence.

Shit. Steve thought.

He looked around for a second as he tried to think. He looked back out the window at you for a second before letting his thoughts take over.

“Get in.” He tells you, making you look up with your sad face. You shake your head in disagreement. “I don’t want your pitty.” You tell him flatly as you sniffle a little.

He tilts his head. “Yeah well I don’t want robins wrath when she finds out I let you freeze out here, so get in my car. We can come get yours in the morning when the storms over.” He tells you, making you sit there and think about his offer for a second. You look at him and take a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing your keys, bag, and you’re movie out of the car before hopping out, locking your door, and hopping into Steves car.

He finally gets a closer look at you, and sees how much you’ve really been crying. You can instantly feel the eyes on you, and you look down ashamed. “Thank you.” You say softly, hoping to get him to stop staring. He gives a nod and looks at you for another second, before turning back to the road. He looks at you again. “Seatbelt.” He says before putting his car in drive as he watched you click the seatbelt on. You watched your car disappear in the distance as you look in the rear view mirror as Steve drives up the hill. You feel a little jealous seeing how easy his car can accomplish this compared to yours that broke down.

Steve turns up the radio a little as nothings gonna stop us now by starship plays, trying to avoid the silence that lingers in the car. He looks over at you as you stare out the window, and he clears his throat. “So…” he pauses and you turn your head to listen to him. “How long you been sitting in that piece of junk for?” He questions you, curious to how long you’d actually been sitting in the middle of the road for. You give a little shrug. “Not long. Maybe over 30 minutes.” You answer pretty honestly, and Steve let’s out a chuckle at this response. “And what, you were just gonna sit there all night instead of calling for help?” He asks without taking his eyes off the road, and also noticing the snow is calming down a little. You rolled your eyes. “No Steve, cause I’m not an idiot.” You say with attitude. You pause for a second. “Hopper said he was gonna come by at 10 after work.” You change your tone this time, informing him that you did indeed have somewhat of a plan.

He nods his head in understanding, tapping his fingers on the wheel. “Cool… cool.” He mentally slaps himself with that reply. He’s never had this much 1 on 1 time with you before. He was nervous.

His response made you giggle a little. He cracks a smile at the sound he’s hearing, and looks over at you quick. “Hold on, did you just smile and laugh at something I said?” He smiled, looking back at the road. Now you look at him, looking at the side of his face. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you’re not such a jackass.” You joke, and now he’s cracking another smile.

A few minutes of silence go by. Not awkward silence, but a comfortable silence as the radio plays, and you drive in a much calmer weather now. As you continue to drive, you realize Steve misses the turn that you’d usually take to get to your house. You wait a minute to see if maybe he’s taking a different way, but after a few minutes, he keeps driving. “Hey I live just back there.” You remind him, assuming he already knew where you lived cause he’s picked up and dropped of robin before. But maybe he forgot?

Except he didn’t forget. Steve nodded his head at you statement, knowing exactly where your house was. “Yeah… but your plan was to go see lights or what ever, am I wrong?” He questions you, knowing you fully sat in your car and cried about it.

“Well yeah, but.” You pause for a quick second, and your eyes light up once you turn the corner, and you see all the beautiful lights hung around the park and on near by buildings. You stare in awe out the window, and Steve pulls into the parking lot. You quickly notice this, and turn your body to face him. “Steve I can’t. I dont have my car to drive home now and it’s like 5 feet of snow to walk through on the way home. I think it’s just a…. wait… what are you doing?” You trail off and question as you see him unclipping his seat belt, and grabbing his winter jacket from in the back seat of his car. He pulls it from beneath the random shit in his car, and looks at you with a smile. “I’m gonna freeze if I walk around in this.” He gestures to the sweater he’s wearing, and smiles while reaching for his door. “Come on.” He climbs out of the car, pulling on his jacket.

You follow his lead and get out of the car. “Steve, you don’t have to do this. Really, I’d be fine with being dropped at home.” You tell him as you protest this nice gesture he’s doing for you. He finishes zipping up his jacket, and shuts his car door, looking at you with a smile. “Well we’re already here, aren’t we?” He tells you. You take a second and look at the beautiful scenery around you, and you realize this was you goal all along, and that your finally here. You smile a little and look at him from the other side of the car. “You’re right.” You smile brighter, and start to skip off. He chuckles a little, not used to seeing you this happy. He’s usually receiving your attitude, but this is a nice change.

You walk further into the park that’s full of people. Full of family’s with their children, friends laughing with each other, people with their cameras taking photos of the beautiful lights, and couples holding hands as they stroll around. You smile happily. “Christmas magic is contagious at this place.” You comment randomly, causing Steve to look over at you.

He raises his eyebrows at your comment. “Christmas magic huh?” He repeats your phrase, and you nod in agreement. “Look at everyone around us. They’re all jacked on Christmas spirit. Seeing everyone happy this time of year makes me happy.” You answer. Steve smiles at your explanation. “Wow. Didn’t take you for a Christmas junkie.” He jokes, and your head turns to him.

“What? You’re not?” You joke back. Steve laughs a little, but thinks about his version of Christmas, and shakes his head. “There’s never much Christmas magic for me. I usually spend the holidays alone while my folks go to some fancy resort on the coast.”

His answer makes you feel a little sad. Christmas had always been a big thing for you, and it made you sad to think Steve has never had that same experience. You try not to think too much into it, and you crack a smile. “Well good thing you found me.” You smile up at him. He chuckles a little. “Oh yeah, everyone needs a hitch hiker to find on the side of the road to spend there Christmas eve with.” He jokes, but not in the mean way your used to. This time it’s… funny. It’s friendly.

It’s nice.

As you continue to walk through the park, you see bright colours of lights everywhere, some in cool shapes of gingerbread men, and candy canes, and reindeers. Your mood uplifted with every cool thing you saw, and at some point you started to forget about your broken down car in the middle of the road, and all the stress of tonight was gone. As you talked with Steve more, you realized he wasn’t just the boring asshole you thought he was. He was a real person with real interests, and it made you happy that he was here to share this with you. Especially since he doesn’t usually do much for Christmas.

Several feet ahead, you saw a big Christmas tree decorated from head to toe in ornaments, lights, streamers and ribbons, and a big shiny star sitting at the very top.

You both stood in front of the tree, staring up at it. Your eyes and smile big as you stare in awe. “Have I mentioned that I love Christmas?” You say without taking your eyes away from the tree, making Steve chuckle. “Only a few times.” He jokes back, and you look up at him with a smile.

In the corner of your eye, you notice a small women with a camera around her neck approaching you. She gives you a smile, and Steve turns around to see what you’re looking at, taking notice to the women. “A beautiful couple like you should have a Christmas photo for memory.” She says sweetly as she points to the two of you.

Steve looks back and forth between you and the older women. “Us? No no… we just, we’re not actually-“

“Yeah sure, why not.” You cut Steve off before he got the chance to say anything else, and your response caught him off guard.

However, the women was thrilled with your answer, and grabbed her camera. “Alright, a little more to the left.” She said as she closed one eye and looked into the camera, seeing you were both centered with the Christmas tree, but still a small gap between you.

“Closer.” She instructed, cause you each to move a smidge. She was unsatisfied with this. “Even more closer.” She gestured with her hands, and smiled once the two of you were now so close you were touching, and you even sneaked an arm behind Steve’s back. “That’s better!” The women said happily. Steve tensed up a little, not knowing what to do, but took your move as a sign to put his arm around your shoulder, so he did. “Alright, big smiles!” The women says, making you both put on your camera ready smiles. The camera flashes in your face for a quick second as she takes the photo, and a Polaroid comes out of the top.

You and Steve pull away from each other, but still stand close. The women looks back to the two of you, and smirks a little. “Looks like Santa left a present!” She points up above your heads. You turn your gaze upwards to see a mistletoe hanging from a tree branch above. Steve is the next to look above your heads. “Huh.” He says questioning. “I feel like this lady set us up.” You smirk at his comment as you both finally look at eachother and smile. But Steve thinks about it. “What now?” He asks you, hoping you know what to do next.

You turn your head and look over to the nice lady who patiently and happily waiting to take your picture. It’s that moment when you quickly make a decision, turning to Steve. “Just trust me okay.” You say quietly. Steve’s confused by your comment until he sees you slowly raising your hands, and placing them on the back of his neck. He can’t even focus on the feeling of your cold fingers, cause he’s so focused on watching you lean in closer. His eyes widened as he realizes this is really about to happen… then it happens. Your lips are pressed together as you share a sweet kiss. He finally closes his eyes and relaxes, moving his hands to you back to support you better as you stand on your tip toes. But just as quickly as it all happened, you were quickly snapped back into reality by the sound of the camera clicking. When you pull away, you look at each other and share a look. A look that you never thought you’d share with Steve Harrington.

At some point the eye contact makes you feel a little flustered, so you break it. You look over at the women who’s pulling the Polaroid out of her camera. You give Steve one last look, and then he watches you skip off to the lady. He sees your face light up once you see the photos, and he smiles at the thought of the fact that it makes you happy. He watches as you give the photographer a $5 bill as a thank you, and wishing her a merry Christmas before running back to Steve.

You walk over and show him each of the photos as you also look at them yourself. “I think they turned out really good actually.” You smile. “Which one do you want?” You wait for Steve’s response, but when it doesn’t come, you look up at him and seen that he’s just staring at you, causing you to furrow up your eyebrows in confusion. “What?” You question.

He lets out a breathy laugh, and looks over, pointing at the photographer as he finds the right words. “What was that?” He laughs again, looking at you it’s a smile. You could tell he clearly wasn’t mad about the kiss, just confused.

You tried to come up with any sort of dumb excuse as you stare into his eyes. “Well… I could tell taking peoples photos make her happy. I didn’t wanna say no.” You tell him as you each still hold eye contact. Steve takes one small step forward, his gaze dropping down to your lips for a quick second just before coming back to your eyes. “Is that the only reason?” He asks, the sound of his voice suddenly forming butterfly’s in your stomach. You just slightly shake your head, not being able to move. “I don’t know” you say, and it almost comes out as a whisper, one that Steve can only hear due to how close he is to you. Steve smirks at your answer, moving even closer now until you’re pretty much touching. “Oh I think I know.” He smirks, and slowly pulls his hand up to place on your cheek, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You put your hands on his chest as you melt into his touch, and he takes it as a sign to put his second hand on your other cheek, making you smile into the kiss.

You pull away after a few seconds and look at each other again. “You know, all of a sudden I think Christmas is awesome.” Steve comments, making you throw your head back as you let out a laugh. He swing his arms around your waste, and you threw yours and his neck as you look back into his eyes. “I really am a fan of this new thing we got here. What’s your new years look like? You free at midnight?” He asks with a cheesy smirk, making you roll your eyes. “Shut up Harrington.” You comment before pulling him back in for a kiss to shut him up yourself, leaning into his arms and smiling as you do so.

The photographer turned around after taking photos for a lovely family of 5, and once again saw you two kissing under the mistletoe, smiling to herself before getting another photo of this beautiful Christmas moment. When the photo came out of the camera, she grabbed it, and looked back at the two of you. “Hm. Young love… so sweet.” She says to herself before moving on with her night… but little does she know what a real Christmas miracle she just witnessed.

[girlartemisia]

oh boy. this poem just BROKE me.

(MAJOR brain rot ahead)

Since I must bear the grief of my heart

and feel in place of pleasure a burning fire

and from virtue I'm pulled to a place so vile,

I will say how I lost all value.

And I say that my spirits are dead,

and that the heart has a lot to fight and little life;

and if it weren't that dying is to me joy,

I would make Love weep of pity.

But, for the mad time that has got upon me,

I change from my fixed opinion

into another condition,

such that I don't show how aggrieved I am:

there where I am deceived,

for from inside the heart passes Love

that brings away all my strength.

why, you may ask? WELL. I could go on about the whole wonderful question of how is Guido narrating which becomes a question of who, and expand on the topic of his alienation from himself BUT. What is really haunting me right now is a brief sentence in the notes to the last two lines where De Robertis calls Guido's habit to stop the narration to explain what was at the beginning of all of it a "step back". He talks about Guido's usual "step back". You may say yeah so what? he takes a step back in the chronology of events, what's so special? What is special is that taking a step back is like dancing. Guido creates a little dance in his poems by narrating events in a sparse order, following the mind's subjective train of thought rather than the objective chronology. Now, consider also the language he uses. The words are carefully chosen to create soft and melodious sounds. He has the music.

And what about the dancers? Who is dancing to the music, following these steps? THE ACTORS OBVIOUSLY. Is it not true that Guido vivisects himself into many little components (heart, eyes, soul, spirits, sighs, etc...)? And that those components are personified? So that they are characters of their own? And do critics not call these "characters" dramatis personae? Actors? His poems are a whole damn theater performance. And HE. IS. THE PROTAGONIST. He's the main actor and all the actors and no actor and the author and the director at the same time. Guido fucking reached ubiquity with his mind while being nowhere at once. WITH. HIS. MIND. And he managed to make it make sense. How. How did he do it. I stare at the text and I see under my eyes how but I ask myself how.

And shall we talk about how some of his poems were probably actually put into music?? They were sung? The singers became part of the performance? I just- hhhhng I have no words. In such small spaces he can show such elegance, such finesse, such genius. I hope in life someone kissed his beautuful head.

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Did you just touch my shoulder?” Deena and Sam prompt.

For a Tuesday night, the library is unusually quiet, empty of even the most studious of coeds trying to wrangle the desktop computers or wandering the stacks trying to find the most obscure references to pad out their research papers. Despite the fact that Deena is certain the campus hadn’t stopped partying from sundown on Friday until the first blushes of morning yesterday, it seems that her classmates still have more to give, choosing not to spend their Halloween in the campus library.

Not that Deena minds. It just means that she doesn’t have to share Sam with someone trying to figure out how to work the copy machine or yet another college senior who has made it this far without managing to understand the Dewey Decimal System. Instead, she gets to trail along behind Sam as she lazily shelves the books that had been discarded and abandoned several hours ago, before the library had emptied out.  

“You’d think people would be all over this place on Halloween,” Deena remarks, draping her elbows across the back of the cart and leaning forward, watching as Sam slides a volume of Virginia Woolf short stories back onto the shelf. “Since it’s haunted and everything.”

Sam smirks, rolling her eyes. “I’m pretty sure the college discourages séances in the rare book room.”

The cat ears that Sam had slipped on at the start of her shift in a last ditch effort at Halloween spirit are crooked, much like they’d been all weekend when they’d let the spirit of Halloween on a college campus take over their good sense and turn Friday and Saturday into a blur of loud music and cheap alcohol and the type of hangover that had left Deena hiding out all day Sunday in Sam’s dorm room and neither of them saying anything at all in an effort to keep the headaches at bay. Deena has quite a few regrets about the past weekend but showing up to a bunch of random dorm parities dressed as Batman with Sam as her Catwoman is not one of them.

It really is too bad that the cat ears are the only part of the costume that seemingly survived.

“Besides,” Sam says, reaching up absently to push the ears back into place while they continue down the otherwise empty library stacks, “it’s not actually haunted.”

“Says the girl who was possessed by the actual Devil.”

“Exactly.” Sam arches an eyebrow. “Don’t you think that’s how I would know?”

Deena can’t entirely rule out that Sam’s experiences the previous year haven’t turned her into some sort of collegiate Ghostbuster, so she just offers her a tentative smile and a shrug. “They didn’t give you all the details during the first day orientation?”

“No, they did,” Sam says as they turn down another quiet aisle. “It was like ‘here’s how you work the coffee maker, this is the code for the copy machine, here’s where that girl got murdered fifty years ago just in case anyone wants the tour and here’s where we keep the Ouija board.’”

“So you do have a Ouija board. Knew it.”

Sam takes a stack of books from the cart, heading toward the other end of the shelf. ���Is that the only reason you came to see me? To look for ghosts?”

Deena smirks, taking one of the books off the top of the stack and sliding it onto the shelf. “Of course not,” she says, waiting until Sam’s hands are empty before leaning in to steal a kiss. “It was mostly so I could do that.”

“Oh.” Deena loves the breathy sound of Sam’s voice, the way the color fills her cheeks like this is their first kiss instead of just the first Deena intends to indulge in for the foreseeable future. “In that case…”

Deena’s lips have barely brushed against Sam’s when the sound of something hitting the floor startles them enough to pull back and a glance in the direction of the noise reveals that one of the books has fallen to the floor. Which, Deena assumes, is something that’s bound to happen…given that it is a library and gravity does exist. Though the timing is rather unfortunate.

And so, it’s entirely coincidental, honest, that Deena picks that exact moment to ask, “What time is your shift over, again?” as Sam stoops to pick up the book and return it to its spot.

“The library closes at midnight.” Sam doesn’t bother to point out that Deena most certainly already knows this, given the amount of time she’s spent with Sam on nights a lot like this one.

Except, usually, with far more murmured conversations and clicking keys and the constant whirling of the printer. Tonight, the library is like a ghost town.

No pun intended, of course.

“You don’t have to stay,” Sam adds quickly, concern flashing across her face. “I know tomorrow is your early-”

“It’s fine,” Deena says quickly, waving away the idea that she would rather get a decent night’s sleep than spend time with her girlfriend. “Isn’t college all about sleepless nights and bad decisions?”

“I’m sure there are plenty of bad decisions happening right now,” Sam says with a laugh.

“Definitely. At least I’m spending my time in the library.”

Sam momentarily abandons the half empty library cart, reaching for Deena’s hand and pulling her closer. “So studious,” she teases and before Deena can assure Sam that there is definitely something she would gladly study, Sam is kissing her, putting an end to any thoughts of talking.

So an empty library is not so bad when Deena gets to do stuff like this. Even Sam’s boss had abandoned her when it became clear that there weren’t going to be enough desperate students to necessitate everyone surrendering their Tuesday night to the quiet of the library stacks and so there’s no one around to notice the way Deena’s fingers slip beneath the back of Sam’s shirt, skimming the warm skin at the small of her back, or to hear the quiet way that Sam laughs, the sound delicate and gentle against Deena’s mouth.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” Sam murmurs, giving Deena a final kiss before stepping back and smoothing down her shirt in a gesture that manages to be both terribly tragic and heart-stoppingly perfect. “It would probably be just a little bit creepy if I was here by myself.”

“But I thought it wasn’t haunted,” Deena teases as they continue working through shelving the books on the cart. “I thought you were the expert.”

Sam laughs, taking two of the last books off the cart and dropping them into Deena’s hands. “I didn’t say it would be creepy because of ghosts,” she points out with a roll of her eyes, the smile on her face taking away any actual annoyance that the gesture might’ve had. “Can you shelve these? And then we’ll be done.”

Deena takes the books, walking in the opposite direction of where Sam has knelt down to arrange a few titles on the bottom shelf. “Oh, ‘we’ huh? So, I work here now too.” She finds the right spot on the shelf, making a space for the new books. “This is the last time I come visit-”

The sensation of something brushing against her shoulder makes her jump, dropping the books to the floor with an echoing thud and Sam flinches, her head snapping in Deena’s direction. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Frowning, Deena glances around, trying to pinpoint why her heart is suddenly racing, her mouth dry. “Did you just touch my shoulder?”

Sam frowns, looking at Deena for a beat before shaking her head. “Um…no. How could I?” She stands, gesturing at the space between them. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Quickly, Deena picks up the books, jamming them back onto the shelf and retreating back toward where Sam is standing. “Uh…yeah.” She shakes her head, trying to clear away the sensation of the press of a hand against her shoulder. And the feeling of being watched, even now. “I’m just imagining things, I guess.”

Sam peers down the aisles, her frown deepening, but Deena is certain they’re seeing the same thing: the fact that the space around them is completely empty. “Probably just freaking yourself out.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Deena frowns, rubbing at the back of her neck absently, though it does little to help the shiver that slides down her spine.

Sam takes her hand, linking their fingers together. “Think we should break out the Ouija board now?”

“Ha.” But Sam’s touch, or maybe her teasing, does make it a little easier to smile again, to push aside that uneasy feeling. Funny to think that talking about murdered coeds might have an effect on her thoughts. “I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts.”

“I didn’t say that I did,” Sam points out. “I’m not the one playing tag with them in the middle of the library.” She squeezes Deena’s hand as she crinkles her nose.

As they start back toward the front of the library, Deena has to resist the urge to turn around and glance into the space behind them, mostly because of the sickeningly persistent thought that won’t leave her alone, assuring her that if she looks over her shoulder right now she’s going to see someone watching them after all.

Instead, she swallows, trying to shove the thought from her mind. “You know, you’re lucky I’m such a good girlfriend,” she says. “Otherwise I would totally leave you here to deal with Casper all by yourself.”

Sam smiles, shaking her head, but there’s a seriousness in her eyes as she meets Deena’s gaze and just nods. “Yeah. I am pretty lucky.”

[golbrocklovely]

look guys, i'm posting this before the next episode ! lol

anyways, here's my review/reaction to snc's fifth video in season two

aka "The Scariest Night of My Life."

so going into this episode, i was very excited. not only bc snc had been hyping it up for so long on both their social medias and xplrclub, but also bc i wanted to see what freaked colby out so much that he apparently cried. he had kinda told us on xplrclub that a door slammed shut in front of him, but i didn't imagine what that might actually look like.

and ngl, i was really intrigued by the idea of colby crying. i know, kinda fucked up but let's be honest we ALL wanted to know lol

the beginning of the video, starting it off by showing part of the clip that they posted at the end of last week's video and also on twitter was really cool. that being said, idk why they didn't include the WHOLE clip, like the one they posted on twitter, in the video. from the quick glance at the comments under the video, there are some ppl that legit don't believe that door shut on it's own. they think colby shut it and just… freaked out and pretended to be scared. if snc had included the whole clip, i think ppl would have saw that colby was legit having a panic attack, and no offense to colby, i don't think he's that good of an actor.

but i'm getting ahead of myself.

the intro to the video was really fun, and i think the little bits of positivity (the animals and just snc and seth's general banter with each other) are a nice way to calm things down when stuff starts to get a bit weird. colby chasing alice around just bc he wants to pet her was honestly a highlight for me. that poor man needs a dog asap.

also, slight tangent but it needs to be mention: colby looked so fine in this video. him in flannel just… gets to me sksksks

so the story behind the murder and what happened at this house was very interesting. i love that when they were telling the story, colby was surprised that the man killed his wife in the morning. he does know that ppl can get killed in the morning, right? haha

i think one of the interesting things about this house, is while it was abandoned for 17 years, it looks like no one lived in it prior to that. it's very strange how both kept up and not it looks. also the outside of it… straight out of a horror movie. i always wonder about these houses, like did the previous owners experience haunted shit too, or is it only recent shit started happening. and i didn't go into this in the previous video, but david, their tour guide… i love him. his accent is just chef's kiss. i love a good southern accent and his was so THICK.

i'm still having a hard time accepting portals and that ghosts/spirits travel from one place to another. the cemetery/funeral home across the street, while it's interesting to think there are ghost coming from there to this house, i just… can't accept. idk. maybe it's just cause there are just so many questions that brings up then. like, are all portals connected together? where's the other portal in the house? if all portals are connected together, why don't spirits just go to some place with more energy than there? are some spirits not strong enough to move thru? there's just too many possibilities. i would also love to know if snc believe in these portals too, or if they just entertain them in videos.

i find it kinda cool that even before they started the investigation, they were getting things in the house and outside by the funeral home. the noises while telling the story of what happened in the house, the k2 going off (poor alice) and the door slamming when they went down the servant's stairs… that really was a warning to what was gonna happen tonight lol

before snc and seth even started the investigation, they were saying some very quotable things that i just want to point out for funsies

sam: this is not the right time to wear skinny jeans colby: hey that's my line :(

colby: we're gonna get asbestos…. is that something you can get?

sam: everyone knows about my ass seth: ….everyone?

ALSO, this is my PLEA to you all to go read the news article snc made for this video. honest to god, i cried laughing reading it. it's probably one of the funniest things i've read.

moving onto the investigation:

finding out that a lot of those noises could have been the cats in that room is silly. i don't think every noise was the cats. but, the little break to go play with the cats… that was adorable. colby was literally having the time of his life. you know how buzzfeed does those interviews with celebs and they play with puppies? please someone set that up for colby.

also, love that the boys got another ad deal. good for them. and that nitted sweatshirt colby had on…. where are the clothes like that, fanjoy?

all of them separating, while great for content, always ends up with one of them basically shitting themselves bc of how scared they get lol i like in the beginning, seth and sam are getting the most freaked out, while colby is kinda just there. i usually don't like the ovulus, just bc i feel like it doesn't usually work, but this time it def was. i personally think some of their better investigations always include seth bc spirits are just attracted to him in a similar way they are to colby.

sam trying to find the doll in the dark was hilarious to me. this man ALWAYS uses a flashlight when he's not supposed to, but this is the one time he didn't???? and also sam… the medium said not to touch it. this iS WHY YOU GET ATTACHMENTS :\

fun fact, i caught something whistling at colby before he went into bernard's room. it's around the 29:26 mark or a little after. colby had no reaction, so clearly he didn't hear it for some reason even tho it's so loud. when i posted the clip on twitter, i got a couple ppl saying it was the cats, which i don't think it was bc what cat fucking whistles?? and also colby, any time the cats made noise, pointed out it was the cats. so if it was them, he would have said something.

so, the door closing on colby… that was insane. you know what was even weirder, was the fact he asked the question, waited and then went "huh." like he KNEW it was gonna shut or felt like it was. our baby is empathic and the fact that he's only NOW coming to accept it is infuriating, but better late than never. anyways, i hated seeing him upset like that. that poor baby was having a full blown breakdown and he was all alone :( i really just wanted to reach thru the screen and hug him.

and then the fact that sam felt something whisper in his ear, i can only imagine how fucking scary that was. but how come footage always gets deleted when sam is doing something lol

when they all met up and started doing the investigation in the house, the flashlight session they had was actually kinda cool. clearly whatever was in this house really wanted to communicate with colby bc it was really answering him with the flashlights. and going back into bernard's room was so brave of him bc if a door randomly slammed on me i wouldn't be back in that HOUSE let alone the room.

i'm happy they did the estes method here. i do find it interesting that they didn't use colby for the estes method. but seth is definitely a better fit since he's able to tap into the emotions of the spirits in most places.

colby knowing to put the camera in bernard's room while they did the estes method was so smart of him, bc if it would have shut again without anyone seeing it, ppl would have thought they did it or had someone do it. the door slamming shut on camera… wow. that was honestly the most insane thing they've caught on camera in a while. and seeing colby literally giddy with excitement that he was right and that they caught that on camera.... yall don't understand. when they implied "bro it's like you knew to do that" i was basically screaming at my laptop like NOW YOU'RE GETTING IT

overall, i think this episode was a 4.8/5. seriously. i loved this video. i was entertained the whole time, and i got legitimately anxious a couple times. i think the video would have been a bit better if snc and seth wouldn't have fallen down the rabbit whole conspiracy theory that the husband was possessed and that's why he killed his wife. while that's a fun theory for a movie, i don't really think that fits well irl. but other than that, i genuinely enjoyed how this played out. i hope that next week video is good, bc so far i've been liking what they're putting out.

[aspenmissing]

𝙰𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

"Gavin...Gavin?" Kat calls out.

"I got a question for ya. You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?" Dean asks.

"I guess so" Dean turns to face her.

"Do me a favour. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted...don't go in!"

==

Walking into a room, Sam and Theo see Gavin on the ground unconscious and Theo crouches to shake him. Gavin wakes up and freaks out.

"Hey, Gavin. It's okay, we're here to help" Theo says.

"Who are you?" Gavin asks.

"My name is Theo and this is Sam. Uh, we found your girlfriend"

"Kat. Is she alright" Gavin says while getting up, with the help of Theo.

"Yeah. She's worried about you. Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"I was running. I think I fell"

"You were running from what?"

"There was...there was this girl. Her face. It was all messed up"

"Okay listen, did this girl...did she try and hurt you?" Sam asks.

"What? No, she...uh..."

"She what?" Theo pushes.

"She...kissed me"

"Uh...um...but she didn't hurt you, physically?"

"Dude! She kissed me. I'm scarred for life!"

"Well, trust me, it could have been worse. Now do you remember anything else?"

"She uh...actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear"

"What?" Theo asks.

"I don't know. I ran like hell"

==

Dean and Kat walk down another hallway, Dean leading the way. The flashlight fades.

"You son of a bitch" Dean mutters before rummaging around in his pocket "It's alright, I got a lighter" Kat turns to look behind him.

"Ow. You're hurting my arm"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asks. They turn to look at each other, realize they're too far apart to be touching, and look down. A disembodied hand is clutching Kat's arm. Kat is dragged into a room, the metal door slamming behind her. Dean races to it and struggles to pull it open, Kat bangs on it from the inside but it doesn't budge. Dean continues to struggle with the door.

"Lemme out! Please!"

"Kat! Hang on!" Dean shouts. Dean smashes at the door with a metal pipe, then tries to jimmy it open. Inside, Kat slowly backs up, looking at the door. Someone stands behind her, breathing heavily. When Kat spins around there is no one there. Dean continues banging on the door. Kat turns again and sees the ghost. Tall, heavyset, long dark oily hair, his face a bloody mess. Kat screams and backs up to the door...and backs into him. She screams again. Sam and Theo are running down the hall to Dean, followed by Gavin.

"What's going on?" Sam asks.

"She's inside with one of them"

"Help me!" Kat screams.

"Kat!"

"Get me outta here!"

"Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down" Dean turns to Sam.

"She's gotta what?!"

"I have to what?!" Kat shouts.

"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it" Theo says.

"You face it!"

"No! It's the only way to get out of there"

"No!"

"Look at it, come on. You can do it" Theo says. Kat takes deep breaths and turns to face the ghost. He leans in close to her face.

"Kat?" Gavin asks.

"Man, I hope you're right about this"

"Yeah, me too" Sam says. They wait outside the door in tense silence. The lock clicks and the door slowly opens. Kat is standing in the doorway.

"Oh, Kat" Gavin says pulling her in for a hug. Sam goes inside to check out the room. He comes back, shaking his head at Dean and Theo.

"One thirty-seven" Kat mutters.

"Sorry?" Dean asks.

"It whispered in my ear. 137"

"Room number" Theo and Dean say in synch. Sam, Theo and Dean crouch against the wall where they can't be heard.

"Alright. So, if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone..."

"Then what are they trying to do?"

"Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us..."

"I guess we'll find out" Theo says.

"Alright"

"So, not, are you guys ready to leave this place?"

"That's an understatement" Kat says.

"Okay" Dean turns to Sam "You get them outta here. We're going to go find room 137" Dean says gesturing between himself and Theo.

==

Sam leads Kat and Gavin down a hallway.

"So How do you guys know all this ghost stuff?" Kat asks.

"It's kinda out job"

"Why would anyone want a job like that?" Sam huffs a laugh.

"I had a crappy guidance counsellor"

"And Dean and Theo? They're your bosses?"

"No..." Sam says looking down.

==

Dean and Theo moves down a hallway, Theo shines her torch on room 137. Dean pushes against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it. The room is a mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the walls stained. Theo shines the torch around, flicks through some folders lying in a cabinet while Dean continues to look around.

==

Sam marches down a hallway and tries the door, but it's locked. He tries another one, also locked.

"Alright. I think we have a small problem" Sam says.

"Then break it down"

"I don't think that's gonna work"

"Then a window"

"They're barred"

"Then how are we supposed to get out?" Gavin asks.

"That's the point. We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave"

"Those patients..."

"No. Something else"

==

Dean and Theo are still searching the room. Dean finds a loose panel and nudges Theo and gestures to it. She points her torch at the tole and Dean pries it off. Behind it is a satchel full of papers.

"This is why we get paid the big bucks" Theo says. Inside is a journal with many notes and hand-drawn pictures of medical instruments. Dean pulls up two chair and they sit down and Dean puts the book in the middle of them so Theo can also read it. They then look at each other concerned.

"Well all work and no play make Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy" Dean says. A noise close by makes the two look up quickly.

==

"Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no way out" Sam says, moving back down a hallway towards Kat and Gavin.

"So, what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin asks.

"Well for starters, we're not gonna panic"

"Why the hell not!" Sam phone rings and he answers.

"Hey"

"Sam, it's me...Dean. I see it. It's coming after us"

"Where are you?"

"We're in the basement. Hurry up!"

"I'm on my way" Sam hangs up and looks at Kat and Gavin "Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun?"

"What? No!" Gavin says.

I can" Gavin looks at her in amazement "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple times"

"Alright, here. It's loaded with rock salt. It may not kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So, if you see something, shoot"

"Okay" Kat says nodding

"'Kay" Sam says before running down the hallway.

==

"Dean! Theo!" Sam shouts, searching through hallways and rooms. His flashlight flickers and faded. He shakes it and taps it. A door behind him swings open. He raises his gun and approaches carefully "Dean? Theo?" A shadow moves behind a ragged curtain, drawing his attention. When he pulls the curtain back there's no one there. He turns and an old beaten-up man with ragged hair and clothes grabs his face. His hands start glowing.

"Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you all better" Sam groans, trying to pry the man's hands off.

==

Gavin paces, Kat crouches against the wall holding the shotgun.

"Hey, Gavin?"

"Yeah?" He asks, crouching besides Kat.

"If we make it out of here alive...we are so breaking up" Gavin stares at her. They hear a noise around the corner and both rise "Did you hear that?" Kat asks raising the shotgun.

"Something's coming" Theo and Dean come around the corner and sees Kat just as she pulls the trigger. Theo throws himself back around the corner, pulling Dean with her.

"Damn it, damn it, don't shoot! It's us!" Dean shouts, crouching against the wall.

"Sorry! Sorry"

"Son of a..." They come round the corner and Dean looks at the marks left in the wall.

"What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?" Theo asks.

"He went to the basement" You called him" Gavin says, gesturing at Dean.

"I didn't call anybody"

"His cell phone rang. He said it was you"

"Basement, huh?" Dean says, looking at Theo. Dean look around and Theo's grabbing some extra weapons "Alright. Watch yourselves...and watch out for us!"

==

"Sammy? Sam, you down here?" Dean shouts, looking around.

"Sam? Sam!" Theo shouts, also looking around. Dean turns seeing Sam standing right in front of him making him jump back, automatically raising his shotgun.

"Man, answer us when we're calling you! You alright?" Dean asks and Sam nods.

"Yeah. I'm fine"

"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here"

"I think I know who. Dr. Ellicot. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?" Theo asks.

"No. How do you know it was him?"

"'Cause we found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin"

"But it was the patients who rioted"

"Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it. Instead, it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal.... Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em" Dean says.

"How? The police never found his body"

"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself" Theo says.

"I don't know, it sounds kinda..."

"Crazy?" Dean finishes.

"Yeah"

"Yeah. Exactly" Dean opens another door, looks inside, then gestures with his head for Sam and Theo to follow.

"I told you I looked everywhere. I didn't find a hidden room"

"Well, that's why they call it hidden..." Theo stops mid-sentence "You two hear that?"

"What?" Sam asks. Theo looks around, crouching and holding her hand out.

"There's a door here" Theo says, Dean then walks over to her.

"Theo. Step back from the door" The twins turn to see Sam pointing a gun at the two and blood running down his nose. Rising to her feet, Theo's eyes looking from the gun to Sam's face.

"Sam, put that gun down. Please" Theo says, but Sam then moves the gun to point at her.

"Is that an order?" Sam asks.

"Nah, it's more of a friendly request" Dean says. Sam raises his gun to point at Dean's chest.

"'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders"

"I knew it. Ellicott did something to you"

"For once in your life, just shut your mouth"

"What are you gunna do, Sam? Guns filled with rock salt. It's not gunna kill us" Theo says. Sam then shoots her in the chest. The shot blasts her backwards through the hidden door to fall on the floor. Dean looks at Theo and turns around only for Sam to hit him over the head with his shotgun, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.

"No. But it will hurt like hell" Sam says.

==

Dean lies on the floor, coming to and gasping for breath. He looks to his right to see Theo, groaning in pain and slowly turning over to be on her stomach.

"You, okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. You?" He nods.

"Sam!" Dean shouts and Sam stands over him "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal"

"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? 'Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little solider? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"

"This isn't you talking, Sam" Theo says. Sam looks over at her.

"That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you" Sam spits. Dean and Theo stand up slowly.

"So, what are you gunna do, huh? Are you gunna kill us?" Dean asks.

"You know what, I am sick of doing what you two tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago"

"Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you" Theo holds her Smith camp; Wesson towards Sam "Come on. Take it. Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt" Sam hesitates "Take it!" Sam points the gun at Theo's face.

"Theo? What are you doing?" Dean says but is ignored.

"You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own sister? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!" Sam pulls the trigger. The chamber is empty. He tries again, and once more. Theo uses a right cross to knock Sam to the ground and struggles to get up. Dean moves to stand over Sam

"Man. She's not really going to give you a loaded pistol!" Sam stares up at him. Dean delivers a vicious right cross to knock Sam out, almost falling as he does so. Dean pats Sam "Sorry, Sammy" Dean then goes over to Theo and pulls her into a fierce hug.

"Don't you ever do that again" She hugs back.

"No promises" she says. They pull away and they begin to look around the room, Theo pushes back ragged curtains with her pistol. Dean sees a tuft of something poking out of the corner of a closed cupboard and moves closer. He opens the door to find a mummified corpse and flinches back from the small, gagging. Theo then walks over to Sam to see if he's okay.

"Oh, that's just gross" Dean murmurs before pouring salt on the corpse "Soak it up" he then drops the salt container and grabs a small tin of kerosene, squirting the body. A gurney comes flying across the room and knocks Dean to the ground. Dr. Ellicott grabs his face and his hands light up. Theo hears the commotion and turns to see Dean on the ground with Dr. Ellicott above him, she then sees Dean struggling to reach for his bag.

"Hey!" She shouts. Dr. Ellicott then turns to look at her, giving Dean time to grab his lighter, flick it on and toss it at the mummified body. Dr. Ellicott lets go of Dean as he remains start to burn. Dean crawls out of the way and watches as Dr. Ellicott's ghost turns black and falls to the ground, crumbling on impact. Theo goes over to Dean and helps him up. Sam wakes up and the twins look over at him as he flexes his jaw painfully.

"You're not going to try and kill us, are ya?" Dean asks.

"No" Sam answers, raising his hand to push at his jaw"

"Good. Because that would be awkward" Theo says.

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"Thanks, guys" Kat says as the five all stand outside.

"Yeah. Thanks"

"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean asks. They watch as Gavin and Kat walk toward their car, then turn to the impala.

"Hey, guys?" Sam asks. Dean and Theo turns to look at him "I'm sorry. I said some awful things back there"

"You remember all that?" Theo asks.

"Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it"

"You didn't, huh?"

"No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?" Sam asks.

"No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep" Dean says, moving to get in the impala, followed by Theo then Sam.

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

MGTOW, Forever

As you go to kiss a woman she knows that you have sold your soul to her, her arm reaches around the side of your waist and she pulls it all the money on your back pocket.

You are now a slave to her a man falling in love with a woman it's like a black man falling in love with a cotton field, . . .

And you only the male African-Americans that read that I'm not trying to be insensitive the whole reason why it's so horrible and dark is why I had to use it as an example !

So excuse me if I seem like I'm being insensitive or racist !

As a matter of fact that horrible incidence that happened although years ago makes for a good example of women today.

Instead of it being, And this is for everyone reading this . . .

Instead of it being a white man over a black man a cotton field it's a white woman over all men !

And some black men would argue no the black women are that way okay then it's all women over all men in the cotton field !

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Women in society, now speaking of the human woman

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It literally the darkness incarnated on the earth in different forms, I know you have to reproduce for those things in order to get a baby out one of the holiest purest most sacred things to ever exist !

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But at the same time, the woman will destroy the man like a raging Red Dragon.

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I don't even want to meet an alien High woman I don't want to meet my women

Okay, just imagine that thing 18 years or older I don't like having to post a kid over and over again but I have no better example currently right now !

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I don't want to make babies I don't want to mate I want to stay the hell away from women like Christians are badly afraid of the devil I am more afraid of a woman

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And I've had encountered with the actual devil I've actually he won't stop haunting me and he won't stop sending me triple sixes he won't stop giving me visions of being tormented in hell !

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I've been possessed by the devil before and he didn't like it so he left

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The back on track

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I want to stay the hell away from women if you are a man and you want to be a slave to a woman be destroyed by a woman gets screamed at by a woman have her beat you over the head with all her toxic emotions have a woman secretly conspire against you backstab you run off to somebody else go ahead

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In my world there is no such thing as cheating but the whole running off thing hurts because it shows they never cared about you beginning again in Fairyland there is no such thing as cheating we are not a monogamous people !

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But I want to let you know that, they run off because they never loved you

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You were just something they needed at the time for resources or some sort of stepping stone that's all you work for them you're a tampon you're a stepping stone your toilet paper to them they throw you away they don't even really acknowledge you

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And the level of abuse you get from a woman is so astronomical so oooo FUCKING monumental

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But I'm sorry I have I just have a natural hatred all goddesses all females and it doesn't big reason why I want to stay with for Fairyland not only is the hive world so very very dark I will often say it's darker than hell

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But Fairyland is the ultimate female dominated place

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Remember how I kept telling you how we don't have kingdoms we have kingdoms we don't have Gods we only have goddesses

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In the high World also known Fairyland females rule everything it is a ultimate matriarch women have total power there

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Women are extremely competitive each other violently as possible but at the same time I don't want to be with them I don't want to go back to Fairyland

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What I want to do is I just want to go back to the spirit world have making no babies he left the hell alone and out this everything is forced life that just thrown on to me just thrown off

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Let's not forget that the gray aliens are all women all the mantises on the ship are all women all the tall gray aliens are women

And they decided to harvest many dead Souls as possible and force them to be alive now I know you don't really believe in that kind of stuff but it's not a belief thing it's a reality it's like trying to tell someone from the medieval era all about computers and they don't believe you !

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After all the horror a girl that's suffrage I throw the stuff I went through I don't understand why a woman's brain whines and says why I don't understand maybe I do, it's a sarcastic why it's more like a how dare you, women like to speak in two ways at once women love to have a secret talk or a secret being behind the world this is why the way women talk is very strange women don't talk direct women talk indirect.

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Women like to say two things at one they like to give you the front of what they want of what you hear but they but they have two more fades on the side of their face saying other words beside her words you have to read between the lines and everything a woman says

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I want it it does not the same way with it with an insectoid woman but they're still very much still a woman

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I don't want no babies I don't want to make no babies I don't want no relationship I don't want no sex I just want to rest in peace 👻👻👻

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So the more the point of story, I shot him more of the stories that Extinction is not so bad.

The women hated to an unlimited extreme but we men are able to agree to it I'm not so horrified by just dying death is not some great evil to me as a matter of fact would you see at the grim reaper I see if the god of Mercy !

To me the god of death is the god of Mercy cuz all that mother Fucker can never do is give us peace.

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Where are the god of death is helping us get rid of someone who's bad or the god of death gets brother get rid of our body and forces our soul into the spirit realm the god of death is got to be one of the greatest gods of them all !

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Because the god of death is Mercy to the spirit and so are his minions the grim reapers the spirits of death was take many forms but they all have an ominous form of death

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Not everything pure good is going to look traditionally white and gold

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So I leave you with this post saying thank you reading this long post I hope you have a good day and if you're a woman stay the hell off my blog and go away

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I don't need you and your demonic thoughts around here just go away unsub walk me and just leave me alone leave me the hell alone

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And too all of the people of Mgtow, I have a strict rule no women allowed in my Discord no women allowed on my friends list I am I strictly forbid any contact or females I basically make it illegal, if I have someone in my party that joined to his female I kicked them out if someone joins my Discord and their female I kicked them out, I'm not auntie gay though but I make sure that the person is actually a male or even a feminine Male, I don't care a male is male, if I'm playing a video game and someone join my party and they're a little kid if they're under 18 years old or they're a female they're out of my party immediately I kick them out or I cancel the party and they make a new one.

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I make sure I have zero contact with women if I have any female friends that contact me I boot them I banned them I make sure they can't contact me ever again I do not interact with women I stay the hell away from them like they are the literal devil on the Earth !

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You have no idea all that I've been through you can't conceive the horror I'm so far beyond trauma I came to find it it's like hell it's like literally being an actual hell but I'm in circle 9 abd going lower, I want nothing to do with women !

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I don't care the alien women I don't care they're fairy women I don't care if they're human women I don't care it's a if it's a canine woman a dog I don't care if it's anything woman !

I don't care if it's feline woman I don't care

Also known as a female cat or a female dog

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I Stay the hell away from Women !

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[imaginecolby]

the creeper || c.b.

summary: when you accompany the boys on their trip to waverly hills sanatorium, you see something that you weren’t expecting.

requested by anonymous.

you weren't usually one to turn down an invitation to go on a ghost hunting adventure with sam and colby. but this time, it was a little different.

you'd always been sensitive to spirits and apparitions, always being the one person who saw what no one else did. you'd seen shadows and formations of people that the boys were barely aware of being in the places they went.

so when sam and colby told you they were going to the waverly hills sanatorium, you were a bit hesitant. you'd heard of it, and seen it featured on an episode of ghost adventures, as well as various other youtube videos. you knew that the way you saw things was going to be severely tested if you tagged along.

"babe, i don't want you to think that you have to come. of course, i would love for you to be there with us. but i don't wanna force you into doing something that you're not comfortable with or that's gonna make you scared." colby said to you when you shared your concerns.

"i am a little scared, but i think i'll be okay. plus, i always feel more comfortable when im with you and sam. you guys make me feel protected." you said.

"and we always will." colby said with a smile.

as the day got closer, you were actually starting to get excited. katrina and stas were also coming along, as well as steve and dylan, a couple of ghost hunters that sam and colby had become friends with after a couple of haunted trips. knowing that you were gonna be part of a bigger group made you feel a lot more comfortable.

once you arrived to waverly hills, your stomach began hurting, but you just wrote it off as the food you ate beforehand not sitting well with you.

your group got everything set up, sam and colby set up for the intro to their video, and you got on with your evening.

after a walkthrough of the grounds, the boys set up and filmed a rundown of the history of the sanatorium and then you finally got to your investigation.

the night started out rather eventful, as the boys began capturing evidence pretty quickly. the energy was high as the amount of evidence had everyone excited, but it had you on edge. you were scared that something was going to reveal itself to you soon, but you didn't know what it was going to be.

later on in the night, when your group met back up after splitting up to go to different floors of the building. you'd finally made your way up to the top floor and that's when things started going south for you.

earlier, when the boys were giving a rundown about the place, and what was rumored to be haunting the halls, the story of the creeper came up. as you were listening to them explain it, it was exactly what you didn't want to meet.

you were walking around the top floor, hanging back as sam and colby were setting up their equipment.

"hey, you doing okay?" colby asked, pulling you in for a hug.

"yeah." you said with a smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

filming started and they began the next part of their video. you all were waiting for something to happen, and then all at once, it did. their rem pods were making noise, the flashlights were going on and off, and you were beginning to see things.

shadows were appearing to you more than they had all night. figures of people standing in doorways.

then, the thing you'd been most nervous about.

you were just walking around, trying to see what you could see, then it appeared. you first noticed it in the opening where a window once was, then it disappeared for a minute. you noticed it again as it peered around the doorframe, then it started slowly crawling towards you. you started backing up as it got faster, almost breaking out into a run. you started screaming, falling to the floor after tripping over something. as you fell, everything went black.

"(y/n), wake up. please, wake up." you heard a voice say.

"huh? what happened?" you asked, sitting up. "where are we?"

"we're in the car. i needed to get you out of there." you looked around and focused on colby sitting next to you in the back seat.

"what happened back there? are you okay?" he asked.

"i saw that thing." you sighed as you zoned out, replaying the incident in your head. "i'd never seen anything so scary. it started crawling towards me, and it just kept getting faster and faster, i really thought it was gonna get me." you said, starting to cry as you told him the story.

"babe, it's okay. you're safe now. i got you." he said, hugging you tight and pressing a kiss to the top of our head.

"when i heard you all talking about the creeper earlier, i was really worried i was gonna see it. and when i did, i just didn't know what to do. i feel like i was stuck, just like i was gonna let it get me. i tried to run, and then i don't remember what happened."

"you fell and hit your head on the wall. i hate that you got hurt. but you got so close to the edge, i was more nervous that you were gonna fall over."

"ah, that explains the headache. i'd take a bump on the head any day over plummeting off the edge." you laughed.

"well i'm glad you can joke about it so soon." colby said, pressing another kiss to your head.

"i'm sorry i messed everything up. i didn't mean to throw a wrench in your plans for this video."

"baby, please don't apologize. all i care about is your safety. and now that i know you're okay, i can breathe." he said.

"i love you." you said with a smile.

"i love you too." he said, kissing you. "so, you think you can go back inside to finish up this video, or do you just wanna hang here?"

"maybe we just wait here until the rest of the group comes out front and we can join them outside to film the outro." you suggested.

"sounds good."

you sat in the car, catching your breath after an eventful night, and waited until everyone came outside. once you saw them set up in front of the building, you and colby joined them for the outro.

"hey, you okay?" katrina asked as you joined them.

"yeah, im better now." you said as she took your hand in hers.

once you finished the video, you packed back up and headed out. colby sat with you in the backseat so he could keep you comfort. you nuzzled into his side and tried to sleep on your way to the hotel, trying to push the scary memory of the night out of your head. it was a fun night, but you were still glad that is was over.

[incendiobrock]

The Witches Forest

Request: heyy idk if u do requests but if u aree then can you do one where the reader is a witch and is dating colby so she goes on one of the haunted trips w them and does some reading idkk you can end it however you like <33 tyy! 

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I loosely based this imagine off the witches forest video on the Sam and Colby channel but instead of the witch from the video giving the reading it was y/n, and instead of Colby getting lost in the forest it was y/n. Hope you enjoy! Also this was loosely inspired by an imagine I read by @annab-nana you can read it here!

Warnings: sexual joke (I think that’s it)

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It was a typical day with the trap boys. Your boyfriend Colby had finally convinced you to go on a haunted trip with them. The only reason you had agreed was because he had promised you, and Corey, that there wouldn’t be any seances. You would all be going to just spend the night there, not summon anything.

In fact, Sam was planning on doing a cleansing ritual that he had done some research on. So, you agreed. You were always super worried about the boys and the trouble that they would find themselves in, especially with demonic entities and spirits. 

One of the other reasons you had agreed to do the video with them was because you knew that the fans have been begging for you to make an appearance. Colby got tweets and comments daily about his “witchy girlfriend” joining in on a haunted overnight video. All the fans knew that you were super into crystals, and tarot cards, and different herbs, and just about anything that you believed would help protect you and connect you to the world of spirituality.

So here you were, sitting in front of the camera, Colby right by your side, his ring clad hand holding onto your thigh, as the rest of the guys surrounded the table. “Okay, who’s ready for the reading?” You questioned, looking around the table. Everyone nodded and agreed to begin. You passed the tarot deck to each of the boys, instructing them to shuffle the deck while thinking of their intention for the trip to The Witches Forest. Everyone did as told and passed the deck back to you, you were the last to shuffle.

“Alright, so I’m going to pick the top three cards and then we can go over what they each mean for us, and for the trip we are about to go on.” You stated, gently flipping over the top three cards, The Tower, The Nine of Swords, and the card of Death.

You felt the room tense as they all read the cards chosen. “It’s not bad.” You said, trying to calm everyone’s nerves. “Uh- I don’t know about you but a card that says death seems pretty bad to me.” Corey said, laughing out of fear.

“Yeah babe, what does that mean besides ‘we are going to die?’” Colby air quoted the last part. “Will you guys just give me a minute to explain it?” You laughed at your boyfriends face as his eyebrows remained scrunched on his forehead, looking desperately at you for answers. You went on to explain that death could signify the “death” of an era and the beginning of something new. The Nine of Swords means that their own thoughts can weigh them down, or cause a feeling of darkness, and The Tower means danger, chaos, but also liberation. 

“See, so nothing is necessarily bad. It actually seems like this might be good for you guys, especially since we are planning on doing the fire ritual too. That way you can begin a new journey and have a nice cleansed path before the next moon cycle begins.” You stated, leaning your head on Colby’s shoulder and cuddling into his side. He placed a short kiss onto your forehead taking hold of your hand, “Alright so let’s get on the road we don’t want it to get too dark before we set up the tent, plus it’s about an hour drive.” Colby said to the group, still holding your hand as you both stood up to go get into the car.

About an hour later you had all arrived at the forest. Colby had parked the car a little off the dirt path in a small clearing between the trees. You were happy to get out of the car to stretch after having to sit between Jake and Corey in the backseat. You brought along a small backpack of stuff like a water, first aid kit, a flashlight, and most importantly some crystals that offer protection. You took out the small ziploc with the crystal and began to give one to each of the boys, telling them to keep their crystal in their pockets for protection. 

Sam had asked you to explain to the camera what all you had brought so you showed him the black tourmaline, amethyst, and the obsidian, saying that they each offered protection and grounding properties. “Alright, now that we got our protection rocks let’s go pitch the tent we will be staying in all night.” Sam said, shutting off the camera. You all stood around trying to help as Colby did most of the work putting the tent together. You were impressed with his skills, never knowing that he could set up a tent with little to no instruction.

“Dang brother, those Cub Scout skills are really showing right now.” Jake joked, sticking the last spoke into the dirt. “Thanks brother, you know I’m skilled with these hands.” Colby responded, sending a wink in your direction. Your cheeks heated up as a small laugh escaped from your mouth. Leave it to Colby to make a sexual joke that makes the guys cringe. 

After a little exploring all together, and almost losing the location of the tent, you had all decided it was time to start the fire ritual. You were glued closely to Colby’s side, hearing a lot of motion within the trees. “Once we get the fire going maybe we will feel better, the light and heat should scare off any animals that are near.” Sam said grabbing the fire bucket that he had brought for this ritual.

Colby lit the fire and you all sat around in camping chairs. “We should’ve brought s’mores bro.” Corey said, trying to alleviate some of his fear. You agreed with him because you knew you felt the same fear as him at the moment. Sam explained what was going to happen with the fire ritual and passed out the objects that everyone was going to be throwing into the fire, in hopes to release any possible spirits that were attached to them. As soon as you guys started to watch the stuff burn Colby flew back, falling with his camping chair.

“Did you guys see that! Right there! Right behind Jake! Sam? Did you see it, it was like a shadow and it moved super fast right behind Jake’s head.” Colby yelled, standing quickly off the ground and shining a flashlight in that direction. “I saw that too!” You said, abandoning your camping chair as well. Colby took hold of the camera and began walking away from the fire and towards the trail. “Colby! Wait for us bro you can’t go alone!” Sam yelled out, chasing after him. “I have to go, I know I saw something I need to see where it’s going before it gets away, I wanna capture it on camera!” Colby said.

“Someone has to stay by the fire we can’t all leave! Jake you stay here with Corey and we will go investigate.” Sam instructed, but Jake hesitated wanting to go too. Corey ended up agreeing on staying by the fire so you three could keep up with Colby who was still walking quickly away from the group. You thanked Corey, worried that your boyfriend would get too far ahead of everyone. You began to jog to the path, already extremely behind the others because of the sudden panic. 

You turned onto the dirt path and didn’t see any of the three boys, but could barely make out their voices in the distance. You began to jog down the path, heading to the left. You had felt like you were getting closer to them but their voices still remained faint and incoherent. You knew that Sam had yelled for everyone to stay on the path in order to avoid getting lost so you kept jogging further and further into the forest, away from the fire where Corey sat.

You slowed to a walk, shining your flashlight all around, hearing tons of branches snapping and rustling. You suddenly felt very alert, almost as if something was watching you. You felt the panic really set in as it became harder and harder for you to catch your breath. “Colby!” You yelled. “Colby! Sam! Jake! Corey!”  You knew you had made a mistake going this far down the path. “Hello?! Can anyone hear me!” You heard a scream off in the distance making your eyes basically bulge out of your head. You turned sharply towards the direction of the noise, shining your flashlight out in front of your face. Your hands were trembling, shaking the light violently. Not only was it freezing out, but you were terrified of what was out there.

You began running back the opposite direction of the trail, your breath almost nonexistent at this point, but you were determined to make it back to the tent. You heaved, feet stomping away at the dirt path beneath. After what felt like a century, you saw the distant glow of the fire. You ran, the victory of reuniting with the boys fueling your return. The fire was now in clear sight as well as the figures of the four boys you were so anxious to see. The noise of you approaching causing them all to turn and look at you. 

You practically leapt into Colby’s arms, tears pouring down your face as you wrapped tightly around his torso. His hand found its way straight to your hair, pulling you as close as he could to his body, swaying you side to side. “Oh my god, baby. Where were you? I was so worried! I thought I had lost you.” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair trying to soothe your crying. “I-I was running after you a-and then I got lost. I heard a s-scream, I’m so scared.” You sobbed, never wanting Colby to let go of you.

“We looked all over, we were calling your name like crazy but Jake said we should come and wait by the fire incase you came back. We didn’t want to keep moving further away from you on accident.” Sam said, standing closely near you and Colby. 

“Can we please go? I don’t think I want to be here anymore.” You pleaded, looking into Colby’s eyes as his delicate fingers helped to wipe away your tears. “Yes, of course. I love you, I’m so glad you’re safe. Let’s head to the back up plan, the cabin.” Colby said, directing the last sentence to the boys. You nodded gratefully, making your way into Colby’s car while Jake, Corey, and Sam packed up the mess. 

The night was getting foggier as you pulled into the driveway of Jenna’s cabin. You felt relief rush over you, knowing that you wouldn’t have to spend another second in the Witches Forest. You all got out of the car and huddled by the front door, rain beginning to pour down. Sam took off his backpack digging through it to find the spare key Jenna had lent him. “Uh, Colby did I give you the key earlier?” Sam asked. Colby let go of your hand and patted his pockets down, “No I don’t think I have it. Is it in your pockets?” He responded, recapturing your hand in his, knowing that you were still shaken up about getting lost. Sam flipped his jean pockets inside out, no key to be found. He began pulling everything out of his backpack, searching deep into the bag for the key.

“Let’s go back into the car maybe I left it in there.” Sam said, heading straight back to Colby’s car. You all got back in as the rain continued to pour, Sam searching every inch of the vehicle. “I can’t believe you lost the key Sam, first Y/n goes missing and now this?” Jake says from the backseat, obviously frustrated. “It’s not all my fault okay? You think I meant to lose the key?” Sam snapped back, the tension in the car rising. 

After a lot of searching, the key was no where to be found. Much to your dismay, you had to go back to the tent in the depths of the forest. You all huddle into the blue tent, slipping into your sleeping bags. It was only a few more hours until daylight, a few more hours before the suffering would end.

“I’m not going to let anything hurt you. I lost you once tonight and it was the scariest moment of my life. It’s not going to happen again, I promise.” Colby vowed, pulling you into his chest. You smiled at his kind words, despite how scared you were he always knew how to make you feel safe. “Thank you Colby, I love you so much.” You responded, nuzzling further into his chest. “I love you, to new beginnings.” He chuckled, referencing the tarot reading from earlier. “To new beginnings.” You agreed, sealing the deal with a kiss on the lips.

[reinvent-and-believe]

48 from dialogue prompts + 50 from wordless i-love-yous for geraskier?

Dialogue Prompt 48: “You make me want things I can’t have.” Wordless I-love-you 50: buying them a special treat when you go out shopping

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It catches Geralt’s eye while he haggles over an outrageously priced jar of alchemy paste with a none-too-impressed herbalist on the outskirts of Novigrad, a buxom widow with thick-braided auburn hair by the name of Irmina.

“This for sale too?” He picks up the brooch from the countertop where it rests in a beam of golden light streaming through a dingy window. He examines it. It’s simple enough metalwork, a brass oval with a scalloped edge, but inlaid in its face is a single pressed yellow flower framed by tiny white blooms encased in resin.

The herbalist’s dour demeanour brightens immediately. “It is indeed!” she answers, her brown eyes shining in a plump, suddenly pleasant face. “Made it myself just last week. It’s something of a hobby of mine, making pretty knick-knacks from the flowers we can’t sell. Got plenty more like this if you’d like to peruse ‘em, master witcher! Forget-me-nots and arenaria, hellebore, violets, any flower you might like.”

A buttercup, he realizes belatedly. That’s the yellow flower in the center.

“No.” He sees Irmina’s brow furrow in offense, so he hastens to appease her. “No need, I’ll take this one. I...I’m partial to buttercups.”

Her freckled face breaks into a sly, knowing smile. “Oh, aye, I’m sure someone is partial to buttercups.” She winks, waving away his stammered attempts at an answer. “Never you mind, I know a man besotted when I see one, and it seems a witcher’s not so different. Tell you what. Fifty crowns for the paste and I’ll throw the brooch in for only ten.”

-

Leaving the herbalist’s shop with an overpriced paste, a lighter purse, and a useless trinket, Geralt curses himself for a fool.

He’s not sure why he bought it.

He knows buttercups are Jaskier’s favorite, of course. “None but the noblest of flowers for my sobriquet!” Jaskier had squawked indignantly when Geralt once made the grave mistake of referring to the pesky things as weeds after he’d stopped Roach from chomping on a patch of the bright, poisonous blooms.

They are weeds, buttercups. They serve no function. They can’t be used in any of the potions, decoctions, or oils Geralt brews, nor do they have any particularly helpful curative properties for humans.

“As ever, my dear witcher, you have no sense of poetry,” Jaskier had sighed in a most put-upon voice when told as much. “Their function is they’re pretty. Their function is to enrich our lives through the beauty of the natural world.” He’d looked to the sky, tip of his tongue between his teeth showing through his frown as was his custom when puzzling through the right way to turn a phrase. “From a strictly utilitarian perspective, perhaps the buttercup has less value than, say, moleyarrow, or verbena, or chamomile, even. Some plants provide nutritional or medicinal or alchemical qualities of various sorts. But some exist to make life worth living! To transform the banal into the sublime.” He’d plucked a buttercup from the roadside, twirling it between his long fingers. “It’s graceful and balanced, effortlessly beautiful. It’s vibrant, bright like...like sunlight, on a summer afternoon! And when you see it growing alongside the various and sundry flora, it fills you with the loveliest burst of warmth, like a lover’s smile.”

“So...it’s a pretty weed.”

“You’re incorrigible, witcher, that’s what you are.” Jaskier had huffed dramatically before tucking the buttercup behind Geralt’s ear, his face alight with a delighted grin.

Like sunlight on a summer afternoon.

-

The Kingfisher Inn is crowded when Geralt arrives. He goes to the bar, orders an ale from Olivier, and leans against the counter to take a look at the stage.

Jaskier loves playing the Kingfisher. In many of the inns he plays across the Continent, he’s relegated to a corner to try to sing over the clang of dinner, his only option to win the common folk over a raucous drinking song or a filthy ditty. And while the bard doesn’t shy away from such vulgarities, the patrons of the Kingfisher tend to be of a more artistically inclined ilk, responding with appropriate gusto to the virtuosic art songs that he rarely performs outside of competitions or Oxenfurt.

Or so he’d explained to Geralt when he’d suggested they meet up at the inn.

Jaskier sits atop a tall stool on a rather large stage framed by crimson curtains, his sky-blue doublet a vivid contrast. The audience, enraptured, listens to his ballad, a melancholy tale of a fair maiden who’s violently killed before she can profess her love to a farmhand in her village, a beautiful, strong, kind man whose hair shines like a blaze of pale fire in the sunlight. Her love for him tethers her to this world, and her spirit—bitter, weary, and endlessly yearning—calls the men working in the fields to join her dance at midday, when the sun is in its zenith, hoping against hope for the chance to finally confess to her beloved.

In the end, the brave, noble farmhand sacrifices himself, hoping to stop the spirit’s killings by listening to her song and joining her as she beckons. And as they are reunited, as she finally kisses the lips she’s longed for in a blinding blaze of sunlight, they pass on together, their spirits becoming one.

It’s a contract Geralt worked a few years ago, a noonwraith outside Oreton—or at least something close. As ever, Jaskier has taken artistic liberties, romanticized the actual events (“Sometimes, in our pursuit of Truth, we must sacrifice the facts,” Jaskier loftily explained on more than one occasion. He seemed quite taken with the profundity he seemed to find in the statement. Geralt called it pretentious once and Jaskier hurled a chunk of bread at his head). Once it might have bothered Geralt, but he’s grown accustomed to Jaskier’s rather malleable relationship with veracity in his ballads. There’s no denying the impact of his storytelling: when Geralt glances around the inn, he sees several patrons discreetly dabbing at their eyes.

It’d been an ugly case, leaving him feeling empty, drained. Noonwraiths haunt his thoughts far longer than most the monsters he dispatches. They’re victims of circumstance more than anything, young women who’ve been transformed into bloodthirsty, violent spirits through no fault of their own, through the violence inflicted upon them. Nearly forty men had fallen prey to her before the farmhand distracted her with his kiss—though Geralt would hesitate to classify his grotesque, gruesome sacrifice as such—so the witcher had a chance to strike her down with silver. Jaskier has spun the miserable tale into something beautiful, moving, something that clearly resonates with his captivated audience, that speaks to a greater force at work than the chaotic, banal evils the witcher sees every day, and Geralt thinks he understands, for a moment, what the bard had told him of Truth and facts.

(Geralt doesn’t know what greater Truth is served by changing the beloved farmhand’s hair from the dull brown it really was to “a blaze of pale fire,” but then, Geralt’s not a poet.)

The final notes hang in the air, all eyes fixed on Jaskier for a rapt, breathless moment before the room bursts into wild applause. Jaskier stands and bows deeply, once, twice, a third time, surveying the room as he offers his thanks. When his gaze catches Geralt at the bar, his expression of showman’s grace vanishes, a flash of something that looks almost alarmed for a split second before it’s replaced by a small, gentle smile.

Geralt nods and raises his mug toward the stage in cheers, draining the remainder. Jaskier is quickly swept into the swarm of captivated fans, accepting their praises with a gracious, if distracted, smile.

The witcher turns back to the barkeep to order himself another ale along with a glass of wine.

“Geralt!” Jaskier swerves to avoid a near-collision with a frenzied barmaid on his way to join his companion at the bar. He grabs the wine glass with a groan of appreciation, taking a swig before asking, “Is this for me? Gods, but you’re a marvel, darling, I thank you.” He takes another sip and sends a disarming, roguish wink to a pair of girls staring at him and giggling to each other. “I wasn’t sure when you’d arrive, but it wouldn’t have mattered, I suppose, they only had one room to let when I checked in and it hasn’t cleared out since. You’ll share mine, of course, but I’ve been here a week so, you know, best brace yourself, I’ve quite made the place my own.”

Geralt snorts. He’s stayed in enough rooms that Jaskier has made his own over the past decade to predict with some certainty what mess he’ll soon venture into.

(Doublets draped over furniture after they’ve been discarded; crumpled sheets of paper tossed near, never in the fireplace; a few near-empty bottles of wine; a shirt hung to dry over the modesty screen between the sleeping and bathing areas; bottles of a dozen oils and perfumes and soaps scattered haphazard near the tub; an unmade bed that may well contain an abandoned undergarment or forgotten stocking left by some well-satisfied guest.)

“Have you eaten? Shall we? I’m starved, felt jittery all afternoon and didn’t eat a damned thing which was all well and good until I got onstage and suddenly wished for a fainting couch. Or we could take your things up to the room first, of course. Oh! We could have them bring our dinner up to us, it’s awfully crowded down here tonight and I’m not sure I’m up to socializing all evening, to be honest, I’ve been dreadfully out of sorts, did you notice, Geralt, that I’ve…”

Jaskier continues his ramblings, and the witcher can’t help a twinge of worry for his friend. It’s not unheard of for Jaskier to be in a heightened state over a particularly important performance, but usually afterwards the nerves dissipate and he seems more himself. Not to mention, why would playing in an inn prompt such anxieties? Even if the Kingfisher clientele trends toward the more refined than the country folk he often plays for, it’s still rather a low-stakes environment to trigger such stress.

“New song?” he asks casually. Jaskier always beams when he notices such things, when he makes an effort to ask about his music.

Instead, Jaskier blushes, looking away with an expression that almost seems guilty. “Ah, yes, well, I wasn’t certain when you’d be arriving, of course, I thought I might try out something different, a sort of test audience, as it were, to feel out the piece before I use it for anything important.” The look he’s fixed on Geralt seems almost wary. “Did you...like the song?”

Geralt shrugs. “Not quite how it happened,” he grumbles, out of habit more than anything.

A smile, genuine and rueful, breaks out on Jaskier’s face. “Gods, I’ve missed you, my friend,” he says, shaking his head and looking away quickly.

“Hmm.” He reaches quickly into the coin pouch at his side, thrusting the trinket from the herbalist into Jaskier’s hand with a brusque, “Here.”

“Whatever have we got…” He cuts off as opens his palm. “Oh.”

There have been so few times over the years that Geralt has seen Jaskier speechless that he begins to worry he’s offended him. He turns the brooch over in his hands, once, twice, his thumb swiping gently over its smooth enamel face. He doesn’t look up.

Even in the crowded room, Geralt can smell the shift in his demeanor, the muted sickly-sweet anxious smell becoming something sharp, metallic, pained, like he’s been stabbed. “You’re upset.”

“I...no.” Jaskier shoves the brooch into his trouser pocket, a tense smile on his face, not at all reaching his eyes. “Thank you, Geralt, it’s lovely. Shall we take your bags to the room now?”

“I didn’t...I didn’t get it to upset you.”

Jaskier laughs, a broken thing, and Geralt grows even more alarmed. “You didn’t, it isn’t that, sometimes I want things I can’t have is all.” He grabs the saddlebag sitting at Geralt’s feet, not meeting his eyes as he rushes past him up the stairs to the last bedroom in the hall.

Geralt follows after a moment, giving his companion a respectful distance. There’s a tightness in his shoulders, a knot in his gut that only grows as he watches Jaskier’s hand tremble on the key as he unlocks the door.

It was a stupid idea. He knew it was stupid when he bought it, yet he bought it anyway, somehow ruined everything anyway.

“Here we are.” Jaskier’s voice is filled with a forced cheer as he sets the bag down, hand never leaving the doorknob. “I’ll go fetch us some supper. Or, actually, you know, now that I think of it, I’ve a few errands to run before it gets too late, meant to do it earlier but you know how it goes, lost track of time…”

“Jaskier.” Geralt moves toward him but stops himself, helpless. “Please. I’m sorry I upset you.”

Jaskier stands in the doorway for another moment. He takes a deep breath, closes the door, and walks slowly to the writing desk in the corner. He pulls the chair out, moving the doublet strewn across it before sitting. He doesn’t look at Geralt.

“You didn’t.” Every word is calculated, deliberate. “What kind of ungrateful wretch gets upset over...over an exceptionally thoughtful gift from a friend after a time apart?”

Geralt sits on the edge of the bed. His elbows rest on his knees, fingers locking together as he stares at the floor. “You’re not a wretch. The fault is mine.”

“Dammit, Geralt, there isn’t fault, I only—why did you bring me a gift?”

Geralt frowns. “I’ve bought you things before,” he says slowly.

“Things, yes!” Jaskier vaults from the chair, pacing listlessly about the room, no longer trying to mask his inexplicable distress. “Lute strings when I broke a string and I was low on coin. The lute is my livelihood, it made financial sense for you to replace the string so I could pull my own weight, help you when we pass through several towns in a row with no contracts. Boots when you noticed the hole in the heel of my old pair, because I slow you down limping about in footwear that’s falling apart. Room and board, sometimes, because you know I’m good for it, I’ll cover you the next time.” He’s stopped pacing, stares silent into the fireplace.

“Wasn’t keeping a tab.” Geralt’s voice is quiet. “You needed strings and boots and food and a room.”

Jaskier doesn’t turn to face him, but Geralt sees his hand slip into his pocket, pull out the brooch. His head bends, studying it.

He’s not offended or annoyed or angered by the gift. He’s hurt. But why?

Except...

Jaskier looked guilty when Geralt brought up the song. Like he’d been caught red-handed. Did you like it? he’d asked. Incredulous.

The noonwraith singing her song in hopes that her beloved hears her confession. That he’ll hear her song of longing and come to her.

Hair like a blaze of pale fire, not dull brown.

Sometimes I want things I can’t have.

“Geralt?”

The witcher snaps back to attention, eyes fixed on Jaskier, finally facing him.

“Why did you get it for me, Geralt?”

Geralt frowns. “It’s...pretty,” he starts lamely. “I thought you might wear it when you play. You wear gaudy things.”

Jaskier snorts, a small, crooked grin on his lips.

“It made me think of you,” he confesses quietly, his eyes tracing the wood grain of the floor. “Sometimes...things don’t have to have a function. It was a buttercup and it was pretty and it…made me think of you.”

When Geralt dares to raise his eyes, Jaskier’s staring at him, brows drawn together and mouth slightly agape. After a moment, he walks toward the witcher, sitting carefully beside him on the bed. He reaches his hand towards Geralt’s and presses the little brooch into his palm.

“Will you pin it on me?” he asks softly.

Geralt nods.

His fingers feel thick and clumsy as he fumbles with the delicate clasp. The top few buttons of Jaskier’s doublet, as ever, are undone, but it closes neatly just beneath his exposed neck. Geralt slips a finger beneath the satin fabric to pull it away from his throat, cautiously piercing the fabric with the thin pin and sliding it into its slot, locking the clasp with shaking hands.

His hand doesn’t move from Jaskier’s chest. A sword-calloused thumb, seemingly of its own volition, grazes lightly over the bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Geralt.”

He looks up, almost pulls away but for the flushed cheeks, the tongue that darts out to wet pink lips, the hooded eyes beneath dark lashes fixed on Geralt’s mouth. Jaskier’s breath is warm against his face. When did they draw so close?

“Are you going to kiss me, Geralt?” The breathy whisper is laced with wonder.

And he didn’t...didn’t buy the brooch to entice Jaskier into anything, didn’t mean to solicit any sort of reward, and he opens his mouth to tell him so, yet as his rough hand moves to gently cup the back of Jaskier’s neck the words that tumble out instead are, “I’d like to.”

And Jaskier throws back his head and laughs, a euphoric, intoxicated sound, as his lovely hands cradle Geralt’s face. He brings his forehead to rest against Geralt’s as they still, breathing each other for a moment before Jaskier surges forward to capture his lips.

His kiss tastes like sunlight.