#EDIT: AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO YOU TOO MY FRIEND!!!!! 🎃

[formulafics]

❀ MAKE IT REAL | OP81

Scenario: basically ‘the winner takes all’, but oscar edition…or, the one where despite yn being the closest to oscar, no one suspects the two to be dating. that is, until a video of the pair at a valley concert comes out. (inspired by the song ‘Cure’ by Valley (bless @renarots for this one))

Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

A/N: squadron, it is an oscar day. it took me entirely too long to get to this request, but i’ve finally made it. i hope you guys like this fic as much as i liked making it 🫶🏻

MASTERLIST

ynln on instagram

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ynln happy halloween 🎃😚

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landonorris why is oscar standing like that

⤷ ynln he’s just a boy leave him alone

papayabull MY BABIES THEYRE SO CUTE

dreamyalbon this friendship is everything to me

⤷ formulaferrari not a single thing about yn and oscars relationship is giving “friends” but okay

⤷ dreamyalbon there’s no way they’re anything more than friends though 😭

rizzciardo the way yn’s whole feed is becoming oscar is so funny

formulaverstappen who’s gonna tell them that daphne and fred had a romantic relationship

⤷ ln4nation to be fair, it’s pretty common for friends to go as romantic duos, platonically.

ynln on instagram

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, maxfewtrell, riabish, logansargeant, and 142,211 others

ynln the best mornings ☀️ (also i made oscar the bracelet he’s wearing in the third slide i feel so proud of myself)

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oscarpiastri ❤️

riabish second slide 🥹

⤷ norrisnation ria and yn’s friendship is my favorite thing ever

dreamyalbon yn making oscar a bracelet is so cute </3

formulaferrari another day, another oscar post from yn. i love it here

landosbeachball THE ONLY BESTIES EVER 🫶🏻 the slide of them holding hands omg

f1wagsdaily on Instagram

13,621 likes

f1wagsdaily do you think yn ln is dating anyone on the grid? if so, who? 👀

(left to right) yn and lando, yn and daniel, yn and charles

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norrisnation im so convinced that if it’s anyone it’s danny ric 😭 how do you go to music festivals and football games together so often and NOT date

⤷ charlesrrari yes but also they don’t hang out NEARLY as much anymore? also to be fair, yn’s closest friend - oscar aside - is lando, so it’s kind of natural that she would be in the mclaren garage more, so it just SEEMS like it’s daniel? idk im not convinced that it’s him

formula44 idk i feel like lando is the only one that makes sense

⤷ papayabull what about oscar?

⤷ formula44 idk i just can’t see them together

xf1x oscar piastri (solely based on how much they’re togwther)

⤷ papayanorris lore drop: yn rejected oscar in f3 because he was too busy so id imagine it’s the same now 🤷🏻‍♀️

⤷ xf1x to me that makes it seem more likely since that means they were obviously interested in each other?

⤷ papayanorris good point but maybe theyve moved on? 👀

⤷ pastrypiastri okay but imagine dating oscar and he’s THAT close with another girl, and same with yn being that close with another guy? idk this thread might have put me on the ynoscar agenda 🤭

shumirrari wild guess: jenson button (if you know you know)

⤷ chilisainz what am i missing?

⤷ shumirrari basically lando and jenson button are sort of friends so lando introduced yn to jenson at a race, and lando took pictures of them together. i’m pretty sure yn posted them a while back? idk but it was just a silly guess (her and jenson would be cute though, but i highly doubt it’s them LMAO)

formulaferrari i am TIRED why does no one have faith in the oscyn agenda

⤷ formulaferrari also does no one notice that oscar always is kind of shy around yn or am i actually delusional on this one

⤷ charlesrrari wait lowkey you’re onto something rn 👀

grandprixsandgossip on Instagram

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grandprixsandgossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Ln, a known friend of many drivers on the grid, seen kissing outside of a concert arena last night.

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norrisnation girl there’s three pixels on my screen that could be anyone

papayabull oscar jack piastri what are you DOING

piastrisgirl never, and i mean NEVER, did i expect that out of all the f1 drivers, oscar would be the one where we find out about his girlfriend like this

ln4world this cannot be real

formulaferrari SCREAMING IM INSANE THIS IS EVERHTINH TO ME

stardustf1 okay but wasn’t oscar wearing a hoodie in the other picture that the one guy posted?

⤷ rizzciardo yes, but i’m assuming oscar took the hoodie off and gave it to yn, because not only can you see her wearing a hoodie in this picture (even though it’s blurry, it looks like the same one oscar was wearing), AND ria posted a story of her and yn goofing off after the concert where yn was wearing a black hoodie so 👀

chilisainz were not gonna mention yn in the likes?

⤷ norrisnation she’s having her pierre moment 🤷🏻‍♀️

ynln on Instagram

🎶 Cure - Valley

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, alex_albon, danielricciardo, and 124,521 others

ynln concerts are my heaven, but they’re paradise when i’m with him 🫶🏻 @/oscarpiastri is my concert buddy for life whether he wants it or not

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landonorris but are you dating or?

⤷ ynln i’m gonna need you to be so fr rn lando

oscarpiastri fortunately for us, i’m more than happy to be your concert buddy. ❤️

⤷ ynln music to my ears 😚

riabish literally the cutest couple i know *liked by ynln*

princepiastri THE CAPTION, OSCARS COMMENT, THE PICTURES?? THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE

formula44 yn im sorry for not believing in you and oscar

dreamyalbon AND WHOS GOING TO MENTION THE SONG??

⤷ yukit22enthusiast AS A VALLEY LOVER I AM RIGJT THERE WITH YOU

formulaferrari THE FACT THAT THESE SRE ALL DIFFERENT CONCERTS OH MYGOD

formulaferrari i can finally call them my parents and not get flamed

papayabull and so whatever you do don’t listen to the song because i’m so upset

⤷ stardustf1 someone harassed(/j) the guy who took the picture of them at the concert into telling them what song was playing when he took that picture and it was cure 🫠💔

⤷ papayabull NOOOOO it’s officially their song, i don’t make the rules

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Thank you for reading! All feedback is appreciated 💞

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Team Bucciarati Kinktober 2021 🎃

Book also available on my Quotev account Link Here ⬅️

Warning: All stories will be NSFW and female reader only.

Kinktober! Team Bucciarati edition! From the title I’ll only be doing the Bucciarati gang (Including Trish). The stories will include a few polyamorous relationship stories, Halloween/Monster theme as well as most characters or the reader being monsters. All stories have warnings so please read the warnings and my author notes in case you’re not into some of the content. Characters are all aged up.

Day 1: Narancia x Zombie Reader

Monster | Knifeplay | Body Swap 

Description: Angst with happy ending, fluff, eventual nsfw, takes place in part 5, Undead Reader Warning: mentions of death, corpse, violence

Day 2: Mummy Bruno x Reader

Human Furniture | Sounding | Macro/Micro

Description: AU, Bruno is mummy in modern world, rescues you and ends in night of passion

Day 3: Mad Scientist Fugo x Undead Bride Reader

Fisting| Medical Play | Orgasm Denial

Description: Frankenstein AU, Reader inspired by Emily from Corpse Bride, Mad Scientist Fugo = yandere behavior, went mad from being alone too long, angst with fluff, reader helps Fugo and they fall in love

Day 4: Mista x Lochness Monster Reader

Begging | Breathplay | Leather/Latex

Description: Takes place in part 5, one night stand turned relationship, reader is a sea creature inspired by Lagoona Blue from Monster High

Day 5: Plant Monster Giorno x Demon Reader

Double Penetration In Two Holes | Boot Worship | Lactation

Description: Monster AU, Dom Female Devil Demon Reader, Giorno Plant Monster inspired by poison ivy, Mates, Boyfriend and Girlfriend Relationship

Day 6: Moth Bruno x Reader

Free Use | Sensory Deprivation | Wax Play

Description: AU everyone in part 5 is a mothmen, you’re a normal human but slowly you two become accuanted, friends to lovers

Day 7: Octoman Giorno x Turned Mermaid Reader

Rimming | Breeding | Tentacles

Description: Mermen AU, Romance, Fluff, Tentacles, Giorno is an Octoman, Giorno can turn reader into mermaid

Day 8: Team Bucciarati x Voodoo Doll Reader (Polyamorous Relationship, Excludes Trish)

Menophilia | Casting Couch | Bukkake

Description: Polyamorous relationship, Everyone lives no one dies AU, Story takes place years after the events of Vento Aureo.

Day 9: Clown Fugo x Witch Reader (Clone sex, Threesome)

Pegging | Threesome | Clone Sex

Description: Monster AU, porn with no plot, hate sex, Reader clones herself and has threesome w/ Fugo

Day 10: Trish Una x Yandere Fairy Reader (Female Reader)

Mommy/Daddy Kink | Somnophilia | Scissoring

Description: Angst with fluff, eventual smut Warning: Yandere themes, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping

Day 11: Demon Giorno x Reader

Over Stimulation | Temperature Play | Stockings

Description: Fairytale AU, Angst with fluff and smut, romance, beauty and the beast inspired warning: kidnapping, slight yandere Giorno

Reminder: Book incomplete, unwritten stories will be posted separate from this masterlist.

Day 12: Mista x Bat Monster Reader

Day 13: (Maybe) Skeleton Narancia x Maid Reader

Day 14: Dragonet Narancia x Reader x Warlock Fugo (Threesome)

Day 15: Mista x Succubus Reader (Prostitution)

Day 16: Android Fugo x Reader

Day 17: Giorno x Narancia x Mista x Frankenstein Reader (Orgy)

Day 18: Vampire Giorno x Reader

Day 19: (Maybe) Fugo x Reader

Day 20: Wasp Trish x Bumblebee Reader

Day 21: Mista x Short Reader (Size Kink)

Day 22: (Maybe) Either Incubus or Vampire? Bruno x Reader

Day 23: Narancia x Reader x Giorno (Threesome, Polyamorous)

Day 24: ??? x Plant Monster Reader

Day 25: Android Mista x Reader

Day 26: Narancia x Jack-o-lantern Monster Reader

Day 27: (Maybe) Trish Una x Ragdoll Reader

Day 28: Bruno x Moth Empress Reader

Day 29: Werewolf Narancia x Devil Reader

Day 30: ??? x Mermaid Reader

Day 31: (Maybe) Team Bucciarati x Naughty Trick-or-Treater Reader

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

Trick or Treat!

🎃👻🐈‍⬛

Happy halloween, friend!!!

Most of my treats right now are of the Red, white, and royal blue flavor, and I am uncertain if you go there? But I do have an alternate ending for my sc passions and pastimes fic that I decided not to go with, but couldn't bring myself to fully delete. Fair warning, I think it does end fairly abruptly and it has absolutely not been edited, so don't get your hopes too high 😘

Under the cut so it's not obnoxiously long

"Stevie, what are you talking about?" Patrick asks, sounding more confused than freaked out, which is far better shape than David is in.

Stevie looks between them. "You really didn't figure it out?"

"Obviously not. So are you gonna tell us what's going on before I lose my shit?"

"Did you ever have it?"

"Stevie, I swear to god —"

"Guys!" Twyla interrupts. "It's like an escape room, but instead you have to escape a whole house!"

"What?!" David and Patrick chorus.

"We honestly thought you'd catch on eventually, but then we got separated. Stevie was a little worried, but I told her you'd be fine with Patrick."

"Why were you guys sneaking around here in the dark?" Patrick asks.

Stevie shrugs. "Thought we heard something. Turned out to be you guys."

"But why in the dark?" David asks. "Why did you turn out the lights in the first place?"

"Oh, we think that was an actual power outage," Twyla explains. "This probably would have gone a lot better if it hadn't. A lot of the rooms unlocked automatically, so that might be how you were able to get down here. there's supposed to be a couple ways to solve it."

"Or, we're just really good at this stupid game of yours," David snips.

"Clearly that's not true," Stevie says, with a Look at David. "Now, you can either keep complaining, or you can let Twyla and I finish this thing."

David throws up his hands. "Fine! But hurry. I'm sick of being here."

Stevie turns to Twyla, and they pour over a paper Tyla is holding.

"Okay, based on this, the key should be in the fourth row, three shelves down, which is… oh! Right here."

"There's still like 50 bottles on this shelf."

"One of the bottles should be open. It'll be in there."

The four of them quickly scan the shelf in question using the meager glow from the flashlight, and Patrick is the first to spot it. "There! The cork has clearly been taken out and out back in."

Stevie grabs the bottle in question and yanks out the cork, tipping the bottle so that the small silver key falls into her waiting palm.

"Success!" Stevie cries, and she and Twyla take off.

"Where are you going? Wait for us!" This time, it's David who grabs Patrick's hand, and tugs a laughing Patrick along beside him.

They catch up to Stevie and Twyla, and watch as Stevie wrestles with a padlock on the cellar door while Twyla holds the flashlight for her. "Go, Stevie, go!" She cheers.

The lock makes a satisfying click, and Stevie shouts, "ah-ha!" She pulls out the padlock and pushes up to open the doors, revealing the cool, clear night outside.

Twyla whoops, and the two of them run out, leaving David and Patrick to follow along behind.

"So that was fucking awful," David says, as they follow the girls back to their cars.

Patrick nudges his shoulder. "I don't know, David. I don't think it was all that bad."

"Did you miss the part where we were effectively kidnapped?"

[jerzwriter]

Tobias & Casey - Holiday Masterlist

Updated 12.16.2023

🎃 Halloween 🦃 Thanksgiving 🎄 Christmas 🍾 New Year’s 💝 Valentine’s Day 🐰 Easter 💐Mother’s Day 👔Father’s Day 🚸With kids/family🔥 18+ 📱Text Fic 🎨Includes Art

A collection of holiday fics, headcanons, art, and edits throughout the years. (Please forgive my earlier ones - please. lol)

Main Holiday Masterlist | Complete Masterlist Open Heart Masterlist | Tobias x Casey Masterlist

Tobias & Casey - Open Heart

Christmas

Christmas Through Your Eyes 🎄Trying to help Casey recover after the attack, Tobias treats Casey to a very special Christmas surprise.  What he did not expect was to find the spirit again himself.  What they both didn't expect to find? How hard it is to remain "just friends." (Book 2 Timeline - Dec 2020)

Christmas Through Your Eyes - Epilogue 🎄When the weather thwarts Casey’s plans to visit her family on her first Christmas following the attack, she is touched by her friends stepping up to make it special. Especially when Tobias passes by on his way to Kenmore. (Book 2 Timeline - Dec 2020)

Wanna Bet? 🎄Jackie and Sienna make a fun bet when Tobias drives them and Casey to pick out a Christmas tree. (Book 3 Timeline - Dec 2021)

All I Want for Christmas 🎄 The friends host a Christmas party where they weigh in on a disagreement between the happy couple.  Then at the end of the night, Casey gives Tobias a gift he wasn’t expecting to receive. (Book 3 Timeline - Dec 2021)

More below...

Baby, It's Cold Outside 🎄🔥The things Tobias will do to get his girl to stay at his place... (spoiler: she never wanted to go) (Book 3 Timeline - Dec 2021)

Christmas is Gonna Be Awkward 🎄📱Tobias and Casey’s flirting texting takes a turn when his mother gets involved. (Post Series Timeline - Dec 2022)

Just a Little Faith 🎄Casey and Tobias attend midnight mass and reflect on how they have changed as they await Christmas day. (Post Series Timeline - Dec 2022)

All Is Merry & Bright ☁️🎄🚸It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian, Bryce, and Jensen provide the commentary. ( Post Series - Dec 2024)

For His Girls 🎄🚸The girls want to have a nice holiday party, just like those Mommy & Daddy have been attending.  So they ask Daddy to make it happen. (Post Series - Dec 2031) Christmas Templates/Headcanons: Christmas This & That - Get to know their favorite things about Christmas. Tobias & Casey's Holiday Camera Roll (Post Series Timeline - 2021) Their First Second New Year Together (Post Series Timeline - 2021) Tobias & Casey's Year End Some fun year-end stuff (2021)

Valentine's Day

A Mixed-Up Valentine's Day 💝 What happened on Casey & Tobias's last Valentine's Day before they met? See how Casey's night went... Tobias's, too... and how they nearly intersected. (Book 1 Timeline - Feb 2020)

Kind of Our First Valentine's Day 💝What do on Valentine’s Day when you’re madly in love for the first time in your life? Madly in love with your best friend who you’ve promised to stay “just friends” with. ** What do you do when you’ve fallen hopelessly for the man you promised to never fall for again? The man who is the first person you want to call when you’re happy, sad, scared, or… anything. ** What do they do? (Book 2 Timeline - Feb 2021)

No One Else (Part 1/2) 💝Misunderstandings, changes in plans, a blast from the past, and secret admirers threaten to turn Tobias & Caseye's first second Valentine's Day upside down. (Book 3 Timeline - Feb 2022)

When the Doctor is Away 💝📱 It’s their first “official” Valentine’s Day together, and Tobias is 900 miles away assisting on a case. They’ve already agreed to celebrate when he returns, but they can have some fun in advance, right? (Book 3 Timeline - Feb 2022)

Simple Pleasures 💝🎨 Tobias drives himself crazy trying to create the perfect Valentine's Day for his new wife and momma-to-be. Meanwhile, Casey forgot about it until the last moment, then worried she couldn't make it special. Luckily, they heeded good advice from friends and went on to enjoy a beautiful evening together. (Art by @/artbyainna (IG))

Sweet Chaos 💝🚸With the help of Tobias, Casey recreates a Valentine’s Day family tradition from her childhood for her three little girls. (Post Series - Feb 2030)

Halloween

Haunting (Ethan/Tobias - Hopkins Med School Years) 🎃 Tobias plans a Halloween double date with Ethan. He insists it's foolproof, but who ends up the fool in the end? (Pre-series timeline - Oct 2007)

A Quite Carrick Halloween 🎃🚸It's their first Halloween with baby Samantha, and they're wrapped in sugary sweet domestic bliss - but with these two, there's always a side of something extra. (Post Series - Oct 2023)

Pumpkin Love🎃🚸 Casey looks forward to celebrating a tradition with Tobias during a fall family weekend away. It leads to some interesting discoveries... and some creative measures as well. (Post Series - Oct 2023)

On the Spot 🎃🚸🎨It's their first Halloween as parents of two, and things are a little crazy at the Carrick's, but it's nothing they can't handle. (Post Series - Oct 2025) (Art by @/artbyainna (IG) Halloween Edits/Headcanons: Halloween This & That Learn about their Halloween likes & dislikes "Tobias Costume" Edit (for fun!) What a "Tobias Carrick" costume would look like through the years.

Thanksgiving

The Perfect Thanksgiving 🦃  Tobias and Casey spend their first Thanksgiving together as husband and wife. (Post Series - Nov 2022)

Other Holidays

First Father's Day 👔It's Tobias's first Father's Day, and he's happy to celebrate with Casey and their eight-week-old daughter. But as happy as he is, Casey senses something is amiss and helps him deal with emotions that arise. (Post Series - Father's Day 2023)

Full of Surprises 💐🚸 (Mothers' Day) Tobias and his daughters plan a lovely day full of surprises for Casey, but in the end, she has the biggest surprise of all. (Post Series - Spring 2029)

Happiest New Year🍾It was a difficult year for the Carrick family, and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions. (Post Series - January 2030)

A Carrick Family Easter 🐰🚸A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day. (Post Series - Spring 2030)

For Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan holiday fics, click here.

For other Open Heart holiday fics, click here.

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I posted 1,066 times in 2022

105 posts created (10%)

961 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,064 of my posts in 2022

#other's self inserts - 305 posts

#other's self ships - 286 posts

#self insert - 283 posts

#crystal's mood - 120 posts

#other's art - 100 posts

#self ship positivity - 74 posts

#ship: share your pain with me - 70 posts

#cc: be the light - 62 posts

#crystal's rambles - 46 posts

#boost - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like stop acting all high and mighty because you're a young woman whose know going up into her nursing career; you're not better than derek

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy Valentine's Day everyone. 💖💖💖

Check out this adorable commission from @maidenofporcelain. Fairy Toast and Espresso looks absolutely adorable. ^^

She currently has commissions open so please do check her out as this is her first time doing so.

Doubles DNI unless we're friends/mutuals. Thanks for understanding!

18 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

Ko-Fi Commissions

Hello, everyone! Crystal here with some very exciting news.

I'm opening up commissions! 🎉🎉🎉

This is my very first time opening commissions so I'm really nervous tbh so please be nice to me... 😓

Anyways, if you're interested check out my Ko-Fi page.

Note: If you can't access Ko-Fi, please let me know about any other payment options.

Reblogs are appreciated if you don't have the means to support me. It's always appreciated.

Looking forward to working with you all. ^^ 💖

20 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

A few days ago, my dear friend @topstarodeo finished my commission of me and Derek! This is my interpretation of the epilogue from the first Trau.ma Ce.nter game. (Spoiler warning.)

Aaaa, the ending music... ;;

One of these days, I'll write something based off of it. (But ugh the other drafts that I have some/no motivation to finish... 😖)

Anyways, Derek. Sorry, I don't talk about you all that much but I love you so so much. You've come such a long way and I'm happy to see you blossoming into a more confident doctor. 💖💖💖

I just wish you got more content from Atlus...perhaps a mobile game or porting your games over to the Switch? Idk, just give us something!!! 💢

Reblogs OK!

Doubles DNI. If you ship, Der/Ang (Der.ek X An.gie), please be respectful and don't mention the ship to me as it makes me uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding!

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27 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

#2

Happy (early) Halloween! 🎃🦇👻💀

My commission from @gatitamyers has been completed and I'm absolutely in love with it! I just thought it would be fitting to have Tokiya and me dress up as my childhood OTP! Still can't believe Monster High is back, I'm so excited! Do hope Draculara X Clawd comes back too! 💖💖💖

Reblogs ok! Do not repost/edit!

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60 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Check out this adorable commission by @mitsurugireiji.

Aren't they so cute? Mozart such a sweetheart and gentleman underneath his cold exterior. ^^

Hngh, so much pink!!! 😍😍😍💗💗💗

His commissions are currently open so please check him out. 💖

Reblogs ok!

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80 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[combatfaerie]

💥🎉🎃

Thank you for the questions!

Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

I was working on a FIREFLY-inspired WWE AU last year. I think I wrote 5-10 chapters during Camp NaNoWrimo in July and then about 10 during NaNoWriMo in November, but it's gone horribly off track. I haven't even attempted editing it yet (which is a bad sign for me, because I like to get all my November stuff edited in December so I start the next year fresh), but it's the one unfinished story I really want to make work. Roman is the Mal/Captain of the group, on the run from The Authority and taking whatever jobs he can get to take care of his kids. Dean is the Jayne, who used to be a mercenary and still sort of is and ends up in the fight pits whenever they're on a planet long enough to punch someone in the face. Seth is the Wash, who took this pilot job under duress because his ship was destroyed, but he doesn't mind so much because it meant he met his future wife. Becky is the Zoe, who had also been a mercenary and was once on the same mission as Dean but as they were trying to kill each other, they decided they were pretty cool and decided to be friends and kill the jerks who hired them instead. Bayley is the Kaylee (and no, not just because the names are similar) and she gets very cranky when people mistreat the ship and she lets Becky and Seth's daughter hang out with her and bang on things that are so busted that a toddler can't possibly make them worse. Sasha is the Inara, except she also had a fighting background (and history with Becky). Finn and Asuka figure prominently too. Book, Simon, and River don't really have versions in my AU, because I figured having a chaotic toddler on board was enough to handle.

How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

When it comes to fanfic, I'm relatively easy on myself. I write fanfic for fun, so yeah, it sucks if a story I spent time on isn't well received, but it's not the end of the world. I've been writing fanfic long enough that I know the amount of likes/kudos/comments isn't necessarily indicative of quality. I have to be happy with what I write, and as long as I'm happy with the story, I can brush off the rest. When it comes to falling short on original-story goals, I'm admittedly not as kind to myself, so I have to work on that.

Do you plan on writing any seasonal fics?

I don't have any immediately in mind, but I'm always open to them. I'll usually do some holiday stuff for FLAMES if I can think of something. I should write more for Halloween, because there are so many fun possibilities.

[carbonateds-oda]

🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇 Trick or treat!!! 🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇

(it's funny cause your name is candy lol 🤭)

anyways..so in this game, we can give anything..

I give you..

the nosy anon asks you reblogged! 🤭🦇 (and some more)

[disclaimer: I edited it a bit]

[only answer the ones you want to tho!]

[feel free to vent]

[it's not me, it's the post that's being nosy]

[I added/removed some questions too tho]

*** okay let's start! 🤭🎃***

Do you smoke/drink/take drugs? (don't look at me, it was from the post TT - but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested HELP TT )

Age you get mistaken for?

Have tattoos/Want any tattoos?

Got any piercings/Want any piercings?

Best friend/close friends?

Biggest turn ons?

Biggest turn offs?

Favorite movie?

Favorite show?

Someone you miss? (honestly, I think I alr know the answer but I'm still going to ask) TT

Most traumatic experience?

A fact about your personality?

What you hate most about yourself? (I'm going to virtually dazai-slap you if you say 'everything')

What you love most about yourself?

What you want to be when you get older?

Your relationship with your sibling(s)?

Your relationship with your parent(s)?

Your idea of a perfect date?

Your biggest pet peeves?

A description of the girl/boy you like?

A description of the person you dislike the most?

Type of people you dislike? (for no particular reason, just personal bias)?

A reason you've lied to a friend?

Do you prefer white lies or harsh truth?

What you hate the most about work/school?

What makes you happy when you're at work/school?

What words upset you the most?

What words are you dying to hear from someone else?

What words make you happy when you hear them?

Are you into girls, guys, or both? 👀

What makes a person attractive to you? (/what's your ideal type)?

Where would you like to live?

One of your insecurities?

Your childhood career choice?

Your favorite ice cream flavor?

Who you wish you could be?

What's the nicest thing someone has done for you?

What's the nicest thing you've done for someone?

Where would you want to be right now?

Sexiest person that comes to your mind immediately? (back off. Oda's mine /j).

What's one phrase you say often? (can be either in English or Spanish)

How many languages can you speak? Enumerate them based on how fluent you are (ex: 1. English; 2. Japanese, etc)

Are you a math or arts girlie?

Have you ever played candy crush? (sorry that's kind of a bad pun 😅🤭)

When a friend wrongs you, do you confront them about it or silently grow distant?

would you rather initiate physical affection or have someone else suddenly give you physical affection?

What's your love language/how do you show love to your loved ones?

and last but not the least

share one random fact you want to share <3

(just make sure its not private info lol)

🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇 Happy Halloween, Candy!! 🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇

my fellow Oda simp who's quite insane and funny 🥰🤭🤭

[pls pls pls i hope i don't come across as nosy TT just answer the ones you want :") ]

🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇 Happy Halloween, again!! 🎃🦇🦇🦇🦇

<333

xoxo

Do you smoke/drink/take drugs?

-I do not do any of those :) but I’d b lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to start

Age you get mistaken for?

-I’ve nvr been mistaken for a diff age so none ig

Have tattoos/Want any tattoos?

-do not but I do plan on getting at least one sometime, prob zelda related

Got any piercings/Want any piercings?

-just my ears rn but I rlly wanna get my nose re-pierced and maybe an eyebrow one too

Favorite movie?

-shrek 2 that movie is just rlly funny in spanish and I grew up watching it a lot

Someone you miss?

-…maybe my brother. but only a rice grains worth. oh and def my cousins I haven’t seen them in a while but I’d die before admitting that out loud

Most traumatic experience?

-every first day of school Ive had ever

A fact about your personality?

-well i have the same personality type as saiki and according to multiple sources, it def checks out

What you hate most about yourself?

-I’ll just take that slap then thank you.

What you love most about yourself?

-im occasionally funny w is nice ig

What you want to be when you get older?

-hopefully a writer

Your relationship with your sibling(s)?

-oof idk anymore but we were pretty close I’d say, we have a lot of similar interests but he’s like way older so he had too much other shit going on for us to b super close

Your idea of a perfect date?

-if we manage to make each other laugh that’s an automatic win for me idrc what we do

Your biggest pet peeves?

-when ppl ask me stupid questions that they could easily answer themselves I rlly don’t like talking more than I have to

Type of people you dislike?

-anyone who knows anatomy bc I’m bitter and envious of them

Do you prefer white lies or harsh truth?

-harsh truth

What you hate the most about work/ school?

-being expected to talk to ppl

What makes you happy when you're at work/school?

-I like having structure and being told exactly what I need to do and when so that

What word's upset you the most?

-“you have to order ur own food” <\3 😔

What words are you dying to hear from someone else?

-an explanation abt sm that happened yrs ago I still have yet to hear their side of things

What words make you happy when you hear them?

-my mom told me it was cold outside and i nearly exploded from joy I’ve been waiting so long to b able to wear sweaters again

Are you into girls, guys, or both?

-both, i am bi (mysel- I’m sorry.)

What makes a person attractive to you? (/what's your ideal type)?

-just someone funny and well read. and if they have a nice voice

Where would you like to live?

-somewhere where it isn’t always hot as fuck

One of your insecurities?

-rlly living up to the pfp, I get hair on my chin w I forget to shave sometimes and it’s dark so ppl close to me can def see it w is embarrassing

Your childhood career choice?

-artist

Your favorite ice cream flavor?

-vanilla, but specifically the blue bell one

What's the nicest thing someone has done for you?

-my six yr old cousin threatened to call the police on my mom cuz she thought she was hitting me and then used herself as a shield to “protect” me😭

What's the nicest thing you've done for someone?

-just lending an ear to sm who rlly needed it ig

Where would you want to be right now?

-can’t believe I’m saying this but school, I can’t function w out the constant over looming threat of deadlines, they keep me in check

Sexiest person that comes to your mind immediately? (back off. Oda's mine /j).

-^ I’m gonna have to ask u to step tf away from my wife please. ok but fr no one rlly comes to mind rn

What's one phrase you say often?

-“no thanks” and man does my fam hate it

How many languages can you speak?

-two, English and Spanish

Are you a math or arts girlie?

-ARTS. I fucking hate math sm

Have you ever played candy crush? (it’s ok lol)

-a few times, on my moms phone though cuz ofc that lady was obsessed w it

When a friend wrongs you, do you confront them about it or silently grow distant?

-silently grow distant I need to fix that fr

would you rather initiate physical affection or have someone else suddenly give you physical affection?

-neither tbh

What's your love language/how do you show love to your loved ones?

-acts of service ig

share one random fact you want to share <3

-my fav soda is Pepsi (idk there’s like three bottles rt in front of me and I can’t think of anything else)

ty for the trick or treat asks 🫶

and Happy Halloween to you too 🎃🍬

[deepdarkdelights]

Even in Death | Jungkook x Reader (Haunted Mansion AU)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Borderline OT7)

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: 18+,Yandere, Ghost Bangtan, Stalking, Obsession, Mentions of Blood, Slight Gore, Fear, Non Consensual Kissing, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of A Dead Body, Serial Murders, Reincarnation, Heights, Poisoning, Lots of Attempted Murder, Mentions of Suicide

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: “Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé's clothes. “

A/N: Surprise, Happy Early Halloween! My internet disconnected while I was trying to upload this so I am thoroughly irritated hehe. Well, I do hope you enjoy this fic, it is based off of one of my favorite spooky season movies! As per usual, this is slightly edited but will be fully edited tomorrow my dears. I look forward to seeing you in the comments and my inbox 💜🎃🔮

It was exceptionally cold for October. 

The leaves that were crisp colors of burgundy and orange were desperately clinging to the tree branches as the rain pounded them in unforgiving torrents. It was gloomy and had you been at home nestled under your favorite blanket with a hot drink, you would have loved it. But instead, you were in your car driving for hours at a time to make it back home. 

You had gotten a call that your brother was in the hospital, and as you were his only living family member, you had to make it there to see him. 

And, to make matters worse, the asphalt of the roads was steadily being drowned in rapidly increasing inches of water, making them look like murky, black, winding rivers. You had seen enough videos online to know that if the water got too high, you were going to be screwed. The last thing you needed was for it to travel through your exhaust pipe and stall your car. Then it would be game over and you would be effectively trapped in a natural disaster. 

The windshield wipers were sliding frantically from side to side and even though you had them set to the fastest speed, you were still driving blind. 

You knew that you were only halfway home, you still had hours more to travel. But with the way this storm was acting you were certain you weren’t going to be able to make it home that day. So, reluctantly, you knew that you had to search for somewhere to seek shelter and you had to be quick about it. 

You knew of one place. 

You had never been there per se, or even seen it in person, but you had heard enough stories from college roommates that had grown up in the area you were currently stranded in. There was an old manor in the forest, ways off from the modern roads. It had been a historical sight, but barely anyone has ever been inside it. Only dumb kids who wanted to impress their friends at least. And, from what you heard, those that went inside and returned were never the same, much like one of your old friends. 

But did that matter to you? No, not one bit. Because not only were you on a mission, but you were also a skeptic. A firm believer of tangible evidence and scientific proof, the concept of spirits and the afterlife were a far cry from things that worried you. 

You switched your turn signal on, the light ticking noise it usually emitted was drowned out by the harsh slap of rain against your car as you slowly turned your steering wheel and eased the vehicle off of the road and onto the well-worn dirt path that faded away into the thick tangles of the forest. 

It was even darker inside the woods than it had been on the main road, thick storm clouds and the old overgrowth of the trees had made it practically nighttime, it was like you had traveled through a fold in time. 

A sudden rumble of thunder shook your car, urging you to press your foot down a little harder onto the accelerator, you were suddenly very much aware of just how dangerous the weather had become. 

You were beginning to grow antsy the longer you traveled down the dirt road, maybe you hadn’t remembered the directions correctly but it wasn’t like you could just check your maps app to verify that you had lost signal the minute you entered nature. 

It took about fifteen minutes before you noticed a break in the trees, and when they began to finally thin out you were met with the towering statue of the manor. It was beautiful in an eerie sort of way. The entire structure was made out of dark brick and stone with thick glass windows that were foggy, showing their age and lack of care. The grounds looked like they had seen better days, the trees, bushes, flowers, and grass all withered and decayed. 

You couldn’t help but empathize with the locals, it was no wonder why the majority of them never dared to travel to the manor. It made even more sense why it had been left untouched for so long, it had this foreboding air to it, one that warned trespassers away. 

There was that as well as the large, black, wrought iron fence that surrounded the entire estate, its sharp peaks serving as a warning for anyone who dared to try and scale it. 

But once more, you were on a mission, and you could overlook all of these things for a few hours or so until the weather lightened up and you could return home. Despite its foreboding nature, you were certain that the manor would be safe in these conditions, it had withstood centuries of weathering after all, how much impact could one flood have? 

You eased your foot off of the accelerator as your car rolled closer to the fence, the rainfall was heavy but you could make out that there wasn’t an apparent lock on the gates. You would probably have to get out and try and manually open them. 

But, just as you rolled to a complete stop and went to shift your car into park, the gates rattled and then popped open before coming to a smooth stop, leaving them wide open for you to roll through. 

You sat there for a moment, lips parted in confusion. From your understanding, no one lived inside of the mansion, so how would the gates be updated to automatically open? You weren’t allowed more time to think as the sky lit up with a flash of lightning, illuminating the rooftops and casting splintered shadows over the grounds of the estate. You needed to take shelter, and fast. 

And so you drove in, the gates ominously clanging shut behind you. There was a stone roundabout encircling a large, old, cracked fountain that had once been dried up but was now steadily refilling, leading up to the entrance. You drove as close as you could before throwing the car into park and racing up to the front door. 

You hastily grabbed the door knocker, rapidly banging it against the thick door, but there was no answer. A frown settled on your lips as you stepped to the side, cupping your hands over your eyes as you attempted to peer into one of the windows but they were too fogged up with thick coats of dust and cobwebs making it impossible to see. 

You huffed in annoyance, stepping back from the window to collect yourself only to do a double-take when you noticed that the door was slightly ajar. You were certain moments before it had been locked and closed, but maybe you were wrong. Had you ever tried to open the door in the first place? You honestly couldn’t remember. Maybe it was the stress finally getting to you. 

You hesitantly moved forward, stepping foot into the entryway. You were immediately hit with the smell of stale, damp air and the sight of a darkened room. You could make out a grand stairway, two sets of them curving up to the second floor and decorated in thick lace-like, intricate webs. It looked like no one had been there in a very long time. 

But, if that were true, then why could you hear the slow, melancholic notes of a piano being played? 

You squinted your eyes in an attempt to get accustomed to the dark as you began to follow the sound of the piano. It was coming from a room off of the central entry way, that much you could make out. 

“Hello?” You called, listening for a response. The only sounds that followed were your footsteps tapping against the cracked marble floor and the tune of the piano. 

The music was getting progressively louder, almost unbearably so, the closer you got. And upon locating the source of the sound, you understood why. The piano was situated in a large ballroom, built to amplify the music that would be played there. It was just as dusty as the rest of what you had seen of the home. There were drop cloths over various pieces of furniture, giving them a ghostly effect, and some of the windows towards the rear of the house had been boarded up long ago allowing a cold draft of air to sweep through the room. 

You were dumbstruck for a moment as you caught sight of the grand piano. Mostly because the keys were being pressed down, but no pianist sat at its bench. You laughed at yourself after a few seconds, there were such things as self-playing pianos, you shouldn’t have let your blood chill like that. 

But still, it couldn’t hurt to check. 

You turned on your heels, away from the instrument, and scanned the room before you called out once more, even louder this time. “Hello? Is anyone here?” 

There was a dramatic clash of the keys, a rather horrendous sound, and the noises of the bench screeching against the ground before the room went quiet.

Your hand slammed against your chest in fright as your heart thumped steadily against it, now that had certainly frightened you. You spun around again and this time choked on your own breath. There was a man standing next to the piano, his mouth agape. 

His clothing was a little outdated, a little too formal; a loose-fitting shirt tucked into trousers with the top buttons undone. 

“Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me!” You said with an uncomfortable laugh as you leaned forward a bit, attempting to breathe normally and slow your racing heart. 

The man quickly began crossing the space between you, startling you into stepping backward. 

“You came!” He gasped, his fingers encircling your wrist sending a cool chill through your warm flesh. 

“Um, yeah, I’m sorry to just barge in here like this but the road just started flooding and I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry, do I know you? You seem so familiar.” You asked, your thoughts derailing the longer you looked at him. 

Raven hair, porcelain skin, sweetly shaped eyes and a gummy smile with the most gorgeous pair of hands you had ever seen, perfect for playing the piano. 

“You don’t…,” he trailed off, his smile fading away for a moment before a weaker one replaced it, “Yoongi, I’m Yoongi.”

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you Yoongi.” You said with a kind smile of your own. 

His lips parted momentarily, his features softening as he looked at you. It was like he was looking at someone he hadn’t seen in a very long time. That look didn’t last too long, he snapped himself out of his daze, uncurling his fingers from around your wrist. 

“Wait right here, please, the young master is going to be so pleased to see you.”

“The young master? Who’s he?” You asked, turning away from him as you continued to look at the ballroom. 

In another time it would have been so beautiful, glimmering gold, shining floors, and gorgeous light illuminating the room from the crystal chandeliers. You could faintly visualize swirling skirts gliding throughout the room and gleeful laughs echoing through the space. It was like a filter overlaying the room, almost like something you had seen it all before. But you knew that couldn’t be possible, especially considering this was the first time you had ever been to the manor. 

That was when you noticed it was too quiet. 

“Yoongi?” You asked, turning to find him but the room was empty, you were all alone. 

“Damn, he’s fast.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What are you doing here?!” A voice frantically called, fast and loud footsteps quickly approaching. 

You were sure your heart was about to fail at this rate, where were all of these people suddenly coming from? 

There was another man now, he was incredibly tall with golden skin and soft brown hair. He looked to be dressed like a butler, another common occurrence in this estate was apparently everybody dressed like they were from a different time. 

“I’m so sorry to come in unannounced, I just spoke with Yoongi but uh...I have no idea where he went.”

“You need to leave, now.” He said firmly, his expression would have frightened you had you not seen the familiar gleam of fear in his eyes. 

“What? I can’t go anywhere, not in this weather at least, the roads are completely flooded.” 

“Go somewhere else, anywhere else.” He replied, grabbing you by your bicep and forcibly removing you from the ballroom. “You can’t be here.” 

“Look, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have come here if I had any other choice but this is it,” you tried, digging your heels down against the grimy marble floors, “I can’t leave until the storm is over.” 

“You’ll find another way.” He grimly stated, jerking you harshly towards the front door you had entered mere moments before. “Go.”

Your eyebrows were pinched together in frustration, your neck craned back a bit so that you could look the man in his eyes. His jaw was tense in irritation, his eyes cold, and his brows turned downwards. To you, it looked like a caricature of wrath, there was something telling you he wasn’t really angry with you, but that this was a front concealing something else beneath it. From the trembling of his hands and tenseness of his shoulders you could tell he was stressed. He was worried. He was frightened. 

You couldn’t quite understand how you knew this, but this seemed to be entirely out of character for him despite this being your first meeting. 

His posture softened slightly under your harsh stare, his lips parting as his eyes darted over every feature of your face like he was memorizing you. 

“Please,” he finally begged, “Please, just go.”

And, just as his fingers brushed the brass doorknob, a voice echoed down the hallway startling the both of you. Steady taps of polished shoes against the wood floor of the corridor bounced its way towards you. Both you and the man stood frozen in anticipation waiting for the oncoming shadowed figure to reveal itself. 

“Namjoon,” The voice asked, “Where are you taking our guest?” 

The new stranger finally stepped into the now candle-lit entryway, emerging from the corridor between the sets of grand stairs. He was very young and incredibly handsome with dark, wavy hair, a brown doe eyed gaze, and smooth skin. You could notice that his upper lip was slightly smaller than the lower one, and his face was littered with delicate beauty marks. And, much like his counterparts, he was dressed slightly out of time. All in all, he was gorgeous. 

Subconsciously, you shifted closer to your companion, Namjoon. There was something gnawing at the back of your mind that you were safer by his side despite the alluring nature of the newest arrival. 

“I was just taking her to get her things, young master.” Namjoon said, the lie rolling off of his tongue smoothly. Had you not been on the receiving end of his actions moments before, you would have believed him. 

“No need, we have everything she could desire, don’t we?” He asked with a tilt of his head, the candle light flickering over his features ominously. 

“Welcome to my home, I am the manor’s master, you can call me Jungkook.” He said with an elated grin, his eyes wide and shining as he took you in, a sudden excitement rolling through his body in waves. 

You nodded slowly, your previous confidence having faded away with this confrontation. You softly uttered your name, and in response, his jaw dropped in awe and his cheeks flushed a prominent pink. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was enamored by you. But, you had only just met and that would be beyond absurd. 

“Yoongi told me you’ve been trapped here by the flood?” He asked, crossing the floor to come nearer to you as you began to shift even closer to Namjoon, although you didn’t notice. “I can assure you your presence is more than welcome, please allow us to take care of you during your stay here.” 

“Oh really you don’t have to, all I need is to wait until the flood subsides and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Nonsense, you must join us for dinner, please we haven’t had a guest like you in so long.” He begged, his eyes wide in innocence as his hand finally clasped your own. 

Almost instantaneously your hand erupted into tingles, like his touch and caused it to fall asleep. And, at the same time, a chill had settled in your bones. It was the strangest feeling, one so jarring that you ripped your hand free from his grasp causing his smile to fall and his expression to shift to one of pure disappointment. 

You chewed your lip anxiously as you turned to look behind you out the window. Eerily, you realized where you had been unable to look inside from the exterior of the manor, now you had a clear few of the outside. It sent chills down your spine as you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been unknowingly staring at someone on the other side when you arrived. 

More importantly, though, you could see down towards the gate. The river had begun to swell and was steadily starting to flood the area. Not to mention, the rain was pounding against the glass in unforgiving torrents. You really couldn’t leave even though your body was subconsciously warning you to flee. 

“Well, I guess I can stay for dinner.” You sighed with a reluctant smile. 

Jungkook came to life again, the same enamored grin returning as he looked at you like he was afraid to forget you. 

“Right this way then.” He nodded before turning on his heel and heading down the dark corridor. 

You hesitantly began to follow him with Namjoon following close behind. Every now and then Jungkook would turn his head to look over his shoulder and make sure you were still following him. It was like he was nervous to let you out of his sight. 

Namjoon’s hand just barely ghosted over your shoulder as he leaned closer to you, his breath misting over your ear as he hastily whispered, “Don’t drink or eat anything while you’re here.” 

Your face contorted in confusion as a low growl rumbled in your stomach, “But I’m hungry.” 

“Not a single bite.” He hissed. 

You exhaled strongly from your nose in frustration as you stubbornly nodded, despite the hunger carving up your stomach there was that tug in the back of your mind again, the one telling you to listen to him. While you had never been a believer in the supernatural, unlike your friends, you were a firm believer in following your instincts. 

You would not eat. 

Imposing suits of armor lined the walls of the dark corridor, the metal slightly dingy and dusty with cobwebs connecting their gauntlets and gloves to the weapons they held in their grasp. They were frightening to look at and you could have sworn you felt as if they were watching you, phantom eyes following your every step as you entered the depths of the manor. You could understand why your friends hadn’t liked it here, there was an unsettling feeling that seemed to linger in the dry air. 

When the three of you finally emerged from the corridor, your group spilled out into what appeared to be a grand hall. This room was the most lively compared to the prior ones you had been in. There was a strong fire burning inside the massive fireplace, candles lit in every corner of the room, and a long dining table covered with various foods and vases of dried flowers. But, most importantly, you were not alone. 

Only one person was familiar to you, Yoongi was seated at the table and the mildly bored expression he wore on his face quickly evaporated when he caught sight of you, that sweet gummy smile of his returning full force. 

Namjoon quickly ushered you towards one end of the grand dining table, the head seat on the opposite side of the table. Before he could grasp the chair, another set of hands did, sliding the chair backward and motioning for you to sit. The man that did so had a charming smile on his plush lips, a startlingly handsome face, and chestnut brown hair. 

“Oh, thank you.” You said with a wobbly grin, gently taking a seat as he pushed the chair in. 

“Seokjin, madam,” He said proudly before leaning against the table beside you. “I shall be your host, your ghost host-”

Your host was quickly cut off by a sharp jab to his ribs by another man, forcing a wheeze from Seokjin’s lips that extinguished the laugh that had begun to shake his body at whatever joke he had tried to make. 

“Ghost host?” You echoed, raising your eyebrows. 

“So quiet it’s like he’s not even there.” The man who had struck him said with a loud laugh and a bright smile despite the glare he was shooting at the host. 

“Hoseok, madam, I’m the groundskeeper of the estate,” He said with a slight bow, “It’s wonderful to see you.”

To see you? Didn’t he mean to meet you?  

“You’re the groundskeeper?” You asked, your eyes darting to the windows to take in the shriveled state of the gardens outside. 

Hoseok suddenly looked rather bashful and forlorn compared to his bright disposition from before. “I’m afraid I haven’t been able to go outside and tend to them in a long while.”

“I see, because of the weather.”

“The weather, of course.” He said with a sharp jerk of his head that seemed to imply otherwise. 

“Enough of their boring prattle, wouldn’t you rather speak with me, my lady?” Another voice chimed in, a cold finger stroking over the delicate bones of your hands sending tingles throughout the skin like what had happened with Jungkook.

You almost hadn’t noticed the other stranger seated at the table, but he too was just as beautiful and timeless as the other men, with full lips, sultry eyes, and raven-colored hair. 

“Jimin.” Jungkook coldly said from his seat at the head of the table, his gaze dark and full of warning as he watched Jimin withdraw his hand. 

“Oh come on, cousin, I’m just having a little fun.”

“The last thing you need is another woman in your life, Jimin.” Seokjin snorted, the tips of his fingers tracing his wine-filled goblet. 

“That’s true, he’s had more marriages than he can count on one hand.” Hoseok chuckled. 

Jimin seemed to only take their teasing remarks in stride, a proud smile parting his plush, red lips. “What can I say, I’m a lady killer.” 

Maybe you would have laughed at the comment had he not stared at you in a painful stretch of silence for far too long with a smile that was a little too wide. You forced a laugh and turned your head away despite still feeling his phantom gaze lingering on your profile. 

Jungkook called your name from the end of the table, instantly garnering your attention, “You haven’t touched your food.” He said, his voice laden with concern. 

Your eyes flickered down to the plate in front of you that was filled with heavenly-smelling dishes, your stomach twisted in hunger and drool began to pool in the sides of your mouth. You were incredibly hungry, you couldn’t remember the last thing you had eaten that day. 

It was the sudden jerk of your chair that pulled you back into the moment, Namjoon had kicked the leg of your chair as he had passed by, pausing to top off Jimin’s drink. You looked toward him and then back to your plate, remembering his stern instructions to not eat or drink anything. 

“Oh, I’m not very hungry, I ate just before I got here.” You lied. 

Jungkook seemed to deflate a little from your words, his posture slouching as a frown pulled at the corners of his lips, his eyes looking at you in an almost pleading manner, like a puppy begging for table scraps. 

“I’m sure it’s lovely though, it smells wonderful!” You rambled, afraid to offend anyone at the table. 

“Darling, won’t you have just a little taste? I’m just dying to know what you think of my arrangement.” Your host, Jin, asked with a laugh as he leaned forward. 

“Maybe later, I’m a little queasy at the moment.” You lied once more with a regretful smile. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He said with a slow blink and a slight quirk of his full lips. 

“Well, don’t let me stop you, aren’t any of you going to eat?” You said, attempting to divert the attention away from yourself. 

The men seated at the table all gave each other a knowing look, one that conveyed a message you were not privy to. Hoseok was the easiest to read out of everyone there, you could see the look of anxiety present in not only his face but his entire body. You couldn’t help but think how strange that was. 

But, before you could think too hard about it, you were suddenly hit with a cold splash, one that stole the breath from your lungs and enticed a shocked gasp to free itself from your mouth. Your top and your pants were soaked in a thick, red, liquid with a strong scent. 

“Please forgive me, that was an honest mistake.” Namjoon said, his voice not anywhere as remorseful as you would have liked considering you were now soaked with wine. 

“The clumsiest butler there ever was.” Yoongi chuckled, although his shoulders were quite tense, his body betrayed his true emotions. 

“Namjoon!” Jungkook cried, standing up so quickly his chair slid back. He quickly began to round the long table and rushed to your side, embarrassing you even more than you already were. 

“Forgive me, young master.” Namjoon repeated, this time his head bowed down and regret was clear in his tone. 

“I’ll deal with you later.” Jungkook seethed, refusing to look at Namjoon. “Are you alright, darling?” 

“I’m fine really, like Namjoon said, it was just an accident.” You replied, the word accident coming out much harsher than you intended it to. 

Jungkook shrugged the jacket he had been wearing off and gently draped it around your shoulders as he, almost frantically, checked you over. Despite the initial chaos of everything going on around you, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of warmth that clung to the coat. It was almost like you had just picked it out of the closet instead of taking it from the man who was now crouched before you. 

Everything about the manor was just so strange. Wasn’t it supposed to be abandoned? That was what your friends had told you at least. But that didn’t make any sense, there were clearly six other men in the flesh and bone inhabiting the same room as you were. 

“You’re not fine, look at you, you’re completely drenched.” He huffed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and eyes burning with the unextinguished coals of anger.

“If I may, sir?” Namjoon asked, eyes choosing to be trained on you instead of whom he was talking to. 

“Go ahead.” Jungkook answered, his jaw clenched. 

“I could show our guest to her quarters and provide her with a change of clothes, allow her to settle in for the night.”

“For the night?!” You exclaimed. 

“Of course, my dear, the river has overflown, I’m afraid no one will be leaving the manor tonight.” Hoseok chimed in, you hadn’t noticed he had moved but now he stood by the tall windows, pulling the curtains aside to peer out into the courtyard. 

And he was most certainly right, the river was swollen and the courtyard was steadily being submerged by the rising water. 

“But I can’t stay! I need to get home, my brother needs me!” 

“Don’t fret, it’s only for the night, you can be on your way tomorrow, right Jungkook?” Jimin added, a devilish smirk on his lips. 

“Tomorrow, of course.” He eventually replied, teeth tugging at his lower lip. 

You turned once more to gaze outside, almost like you could will away the flash flood and the pelting rain. A sudden flash of lightning and a deep roll of thunder had you huddling back into your chair, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to try and leave. After all, you still had ways to go and some sleep could be good for you. 

“If you’ll follow me,” Namjoon said, pulling your chair back and raising his arm up, gesturing to the corridor you had previously come from. 

Before you could stand on your own Jungkook hastily rose to his full height and lowered his hand to you, offering to help you up. You gave him a thankful smile and slipped your hand into his as he guided you up. That feeling had returned again, stronger than it was earlier. Cold shocks ran over your skin and the urge to pull away and flee was strong. But you couldn’t understand why. No one there had done anything wrong, well maybe everyone excluding the head butler. 

They had offered you shelter from the storm, a storm that certainly could have killed you, welcomed you kindly and even offered to feed you and give you a room. Jungkook himself, the master of the house, had been so accommodating. 

So why did your skin crawl when he touched you? Why did your heart thump pathetically fast in fright when he came too close? And why did you have this morbid feeling that facing your death in the storm would be far better than staying a second longer on the grounds of the manor?

“I’d like to see you, once you settle in, of course,” Jungkook said as he handed you off to Namjoon. “I’ll be around.”

You gave him a nod in confirmation before saying your goodbyes to the other men you had briefly met and then retreated back into the musty, dark hallways with the tall butler by your side. 

Once you felt like you were far away enough, you decided to confront Namjoon. “What was all of that about?!”

“The more you know, the more danger you’ll be in,” Namjoon replied, his face was tense but there was panic buried in the depths of his dark eyes. 

“What does that even mean? First, you try to throw me out, then you deny me food, and then you dump wine all over my clothes! What the hell is going on here?!”

“Listen to me, there are some things that are better off left buried and undisturbed.” He said, fixing with you with a firm look as he came to a stop on the second floor in front of a heavy mahogany door. 

“Stay in your room, do not leave without me, do not speak to anyone.” He instructed before pushing the door open and showing you inside. 

The air in the room was just as stale as the rest of the house, the space dimly lit with several flickering candles. The room was extravagant in a gaudy way, thick carpets, curtains, and duvets decorated the room in varying shades of crimson and merlot with accents of gold. Much like every other room you had seen, it was like it had been preserved long ago in a different time from today. There was a grand fireplace at one end of the room that was already lit with flames that crackled loudly in the quietness between you and the butler. 

“Do you order everyone else around like this, or is it just me.” You bitterly laughed, plopping yourself down on the all too soft mattress. 

The butler’s back was to you but you could still tell what you had said greatly affected him. His gloved hands were clenched and there was a slight shake to his shoulders. You could hear him harshly swallow before clearing his throat. 

“I do what is best for everyone, including you.” 

And then, he was gone. 

“Does everyone here just vanish without notice?” You asked yourself with an annoyed huff. It seemed like they were incredibly good at coming and going in complete silence. 

You sat on the bed for a few more moments, your fingers picking at the frayed hem of the duvet. You could hear the pounding of the rain against the window panes and the crackle of the fire. But other than that, there was silence and you had been left to your thoughts. 

Your clothes had become uncomfortably sticky since the incident at dinner, and now all you wanted to do was peel them off. Your gaze landed at the foot of the bed where a bundle of fresh clothing laid, you couldn’t help but wonder how it had gotten there considering you didn’t remember seeing it when you had first entered. You clenched your eyes shut and let out an exhale from your nose, you had undergone plenty of stress in the past twenty four hours, you could chalk up the memory loss to that. 

You rose to your feet and gently unraveled the fabric. To your surprise, it was a full-length, white, satin, and lace gown. It looked too fancy to be sleepwear but not extravagant enough to be an evening gown. It was right in between, an elegant and rather beautiful dress. There was a part of you that felt completely ridiculous as your wet clothes slapped down against the thick carpet beneath your feet and you shimmied the silken gown down over your shoulders and hips. But, you couldn’t deny how lovely the fabric felt and how well it fit, almost like it had been tailored to your exact measurements. 

But that was ridiculous and, not to mention, impossible. 

Now dry and comfortably clothed, you were feeling rebellious. After all of the hell the butler had given you that night, you were more than inclined to the idea of frustrating him beyond belief. So you decided to break two of his three rules, you were going to leave your room and you were going to traverse the halls of the manor without him. 

The heavy door thudded shut loudly behind you causing you to jump in surprise. It had closed far louder than you had anticipated. But that was about to be the least of worries. The most pressing matter now was the light emanating from around the otherwise dark corner. 

Your fingers twisted anxiously in the fabric of your dress as you looked towards the origin of the light. Maybe Namjoon had warned you against leaving for a reason. And a reason that was much graver than him just being a dick to you. 

But in the end, your curiosity won over your sense of self-preservation. 

It was almost like it was beckoning you to come closer, it felt like you couldn’t control your body like your feet were blindly leading you forward and around the bend to the source of the thrumming light. 

At the very end of the hallway was a large door with a strong, green, pulsating light bleeding from beneath the door and illuminating the hallway with an eerie glow. But, what was even more startling was that the door appeared to be moving. It was expanding and contracting almost like it was alive...like it was breathing. 

There was a horrible feeling in your stomach that was telling you to turn away but your mind refused to listen and urged your legs to carry you unbearably closer to the very thing that was flooding your veins with the unmistakable cold shock of fear. 

And as you finally approached the ominous door, your hand raised and latched onto the doorknob. Upon contact the door ceased moving and appeared to be nothing more than normal. And, as if you were compelled, you twisted the knob and entered the room. 

The first thing you noticed upon entering was how eclectic the room was. There were so many items in the space that you had no idea how anyone could navigate it. There were herbs, books, crystals, stones, and unlabeled bottles that contained glowing fluids you were unfamiliar with. But, most strange, was what was in the center of the room.  There was a large, round table decorated with candles, a deck of cards, smaller crystals, and a massive crystal ball that was thrumming with the green light that had called to you moments before. 

But what was even more surprising was the man seated behind the crystal ball. For one, he was absolutely stunning, much like the other men that inhabited the manor. He had honey skin, dark wavy hair, and eyes such a rich green that they rivaled that of the crystal ball. His ears were decorated in various piercings and his fingers wore many rings along with his wrists that were covered in bracelets. And of course, he too wore clothes that you hadn’t seen any men of your era wearing. But damn, did it suit him so well. 

You were momentarily shocked by the sound of your name leaving his lips accompanied by a somewhat guilty yet amused smile. 

“How do you know my name?” You asked, your posture and voice rather defensive. 

“I know all.” He ominously replied, long elegant fingers tracing the crystal ball before him. 

“Right, of course, silly me.” You scoffed with a shake of your head. “What should I call you? Fortune Teller?” 

“Those who know me, call me Taehyung.” He grinned. 

“Taehyung the Fortune Teller.” You nodded in disbelief. 

“Not quite,” He mused before nodding his head, the chair opposite of him sliding out towards you, “But close enough.” 

You froze in shock, dumbly staring at the chair in front of you. Yeah, you didn’t have an explanation for that one. It wasn’t unheard of for frauds to rig things like this in their shops, but from what you could see, nothing was attached to the chair and you had no idea how he had done that. 

“Have a seat, please.” 

You slowly lowered yourself down onto the chair, and the minute you had situated yourself in it, the chair flung forward and pinned itself to the table as you shrieked in fright. 

“Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you.” He attempted to soothe you with his deep voice. 

“This chair is moving on its own and has me trapped and you expect me not to be scared?!” You yelled, your hands gripping the arms of the chair as you attempted to scoot away only for a strong force to keep you frozen in place. 

“I need to be sure you won’t leave before I tell you what must be known.”

“What must be known?” You echoed, still frazzled from what had just happened. 

“Yes, you are in grave danger.”

“Danger? What kind of danger?”

“I have sensed a great darkness looming in your near future, the longer you stay here, the stronger it grows.” 

“I don’t even want to be here, I want to leave, I need to get to my brother, this was never supposed to happen!”

“All things are as they should be.”

“What does that even mean?!”

“You were destined to walk these halls once more, you’ve returned to us, but you cannot stay.” He continued, a deep sadness reflecting in his eyes as he reached out to you and grazed the back of your hand with his fingers. 

“Do you only speak in riddles? I need answers, if I’m truly in danger then I need to find a way out of here, I need your help.” 

“I cannot help you.”

“And why not?” 

“I am bound by forces you do not understand, what I have told you is a warning, that is all I can give you, anything more will bring doom upon the inhabitants of this manor.” 

“I don’t know why I am even listening to you, you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” 

That seemed to strike a nerve. 

Taehyung lurched forward, grabbing hold of both of your wrists and tugging you towards him, pinning your forearms down to the table. 

“What are you doing?! Let go of me!” 

“I may not be able to give you guidance, but there are others who can, those who are not bound like myself.” 

“Didn’t you hear me? I said let go!”

Taehyung ignored you, his eyes sliding shut as he began to recite an incantation so softly you almost couldn’t hear it, but you still managed to. 

“Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they're at. Rap on a table; it's time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond.”

The room was almost immediately plunged into darkness, the only source of light being the green crystal ball and the few candles that littered the table. But, what was most horrifying, was what you couldn’t see in the dark. Cold gusts of air misted over your body and goosebumps raised on your skin leaving tingles behind like someone had touched you, but both of Taehyung’s hands were on yours and he was the only other person in the room with you. 

You screamed in fright as a disembodied low pitch, raspy whisper was uttered directly beside your ear, a cold chill racing down the length of your arm like someone was pressed up beside you, but no one was there. 

“Remember,” the phantom voice whispered. 

Several images flashed behind your eyes, but none of them made sense, they were fragmented, disjointed, and unrecognizable. A bloody hatchet, a blood-curdling scream, innocent doe eyes, a casket, a wedding, and a delicate cup of rich dark tea. 

But there was one thing that was familiar, the horrible pit of dread in your stomach. 

“Trust your enemy, deceive your friend,” Taehyung said. 

And, just like that, the light turned back on, the crystal ball dimmed, and the chair slid back from the table. 

And, without a second thought, you ran. 

You were so terribly frightened. You had never been one to believe in the supernatural, you were a skeptic at heart and mind but being confronted with whatever that was was enough to have your heart racing, adrenaline coursing through your blood, and tears rushing down your face as you blindly sped down the hallway, the door slamming shut behind you. 

You were so distraught, so completely and utterly horrified, you didn’t see the person standing in the hallway that you were running directly towards. But before the two of you could collide, a pair of hands gripped your biceps and forced you to stop, pulling another terrified cry from your mouth as your eyes clenched shut and you attempted to wriggle free, terrified to see another specter touching you.  

You could feel hands cupping your cheeks, tilting your head up to force you to look at whoever it was. Fingers gently brushed your tears away as you blinked rapidly, attempting to see who the figure was. You sniffed heavily as he continued to wipe your cheeks, and once your eyes finally focused you knew who it was. 

“Jungkook?” You weakly asked. 

He softly whispered your name back to you, his dark doe eyes so wide in wonder and something else...something that almost bled affection. His brows had pulled together in stress as he checked you over like your crying was the result of some physical harm to yourself. 

“You’re shaking, sweetheart, what happened?” He asked, firmly pulling you in closer to him as his hands settled on the curves of your waist. 

Your heart fluttered for a moment, chills seeping into your bones before your mind traveled back to the room down the hall and your shaking began to worsen. There was something ingrained in your body that was begging you to flee from the beautiful man in front of you, but the fear from what had transpired moments before was overpowering it. 

Before you could even try to stop it a sob broke free from your throat, your shoulders shook, and fat tears ran down your cheeks. You were so infuriated with yourself that all you could do was cry, you hated crying, hated appearing fragile. But here you were, knees weak in front of a man you barely knew because of a little scare. 

“Oh, no, darling, please don’t cry.” He begged, desperately trying to dry your already damp cheeks. “Here, come with me, I’ll take care of you.” 

His hand rested on the middle of your back as he began to guide you back towards the grand staircase, further away from the demons that had spoken to you and further away from the supposed safety of your room. Namjoon’s words from before were strong in your mind but you couldn’t fathom being alone after what had happened, and besides, Jungkook was kind, he wouldn’t harm you. 

Or so you thought. 

Jungkook had led you back towards the dining hall, pulling the chair that sat at the head of the table out and guiding you to sit. To your horror, he lowered himself down to his knees and grasped your hands in his own, staring up into your eyes in what could only be described as worship. 

“Please, get off the floor.” You sniffled, your eyes still tearing up as you looked back at him in embarrassment. 

“You’re worrying about me when you’re clearly the one in distress?” He asked although it wasn’t sarcastic, but genuine worry. 

“I’m not worried, it’s just weird.” 

That one forced a chuckle out of him, a fond look evident on his features as his fingers gently smoothed over the backs of your hands. The way he treated you reminded you of long-lost lovers reuniting but that only made a pit settle in your stomach. Although he was, by all means, a perfect gentleman, pleasing to look at and oh so kind, your skin crawled in his presence. You wish you knew why. 

“Won’t you tell me what happened? I don’t like to see such a beautiful woman so upset.” 

“I met Taehyung.” You said, choosing to ignore that last part of his statement. 

His expression immediately hardened, the kindness draining out of him in a flash. “You met Taehyung?” 

You nodded, hesitantly. “Yeah, I did. And it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.” 

“What did he tell you?” 

You paused for a moment, going over what you remembered in your mind. Taehyung’s final words echoed in your head, “Trust your enemy, deceive your friend.” As much as you hated your meeting with the fortune teller, you couldn’t help but think critically about what he had told you. That horrible feeling in your body, that pit in your stomach whenever you were around Jungkook, maybe it was all for a reason. Maybe, Namjoon was the only one you could trust and Jungkook wasn’t. 

“He...he didn’t say much, the room went black and I could see and hear things moving around, touching me and whispering to me. It was horrible, I don’t believe in those things they aren’t supposed to be real.” 

Jungkook’s body relaxed although there was now an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You don’t believe in ghosts?” 

“I don’t, I mean, I didn’t? I...I don’t know what to believe in anymore.” 

“I see. Allow me to take your mind off of things?” He asked, rising up to his full height and completely towering over your seated form. 

You hesitantly nodded, before taking the hand he extended and standing beside him. He gently guided your hand to the crook of his elbow in a gentlemanly manner and began to walk with you. 

“I could tell you the story of this manor.” He suggested, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor echoed throughout the silent space. 

You jerked your head in a nod and matched his pace. 

“The manor has been passed down through my family from generation to generation, and as such we have amassed a great wealth. But inheritance wasn’t the only thing that followed us, the manor has a history of misfortune and despair.” 

“Misfortune?” You echoed. 

“Yes, it started a long time ago and has plagued the family ever since,” He nodded, pulling you further into the manor. 

The corridor the two of you were walking down was dark, the walls covered in thick curtains and ornate portraits. The portraits were rather strange, there was something about them that made you intensely uncomfortable. You could see a woman lounging on a chaise, a ship caught in a storm, a man wearing a tophat hunched over, a woman with a penetrating stare, and a portrait of a dignified man that looked not unlike the host from earlier that night, Seokjin.  

“But, there was no greater misfortune than that of my great grandfather.”

“What was his misfortune?”

“He fell in love,” Jungkook said, his words trailing off for a moment, his gaze going glassy as he turned to look at you. It seemed like he was somewhere else, a different time and a different place than now. 

“How could love make misfortune?” You asked, snapping him out of his daze. 

“You would be surprised.” He sighed before continuing your walk and bringing you into what appeared to be a study, although to you it looked more like a library with the massive bookshelves that towered over you, each holding impressive marble busts that you could have sworn were following you and Jungkook as you walked through the room. 

“Marriages of convenience were far too common not too long ago. The Jeon estate was set to be joined with the Blackwell estate, the two most influential families this once-bustling town had ever seen.” He explained, pausing to make sure you were listening. 

“My great grandfather was to be wed to the eldest daughter of the Blackwell family, despite him begging his father to dissolve the engagement.” 

“Why did he want to break it off if arranged marriages were so common?”

“Because he loved another and he could not fathom a life where she was not his. This is the very room where he saw her for the first time.” He said, releasing his arm from your hold to guide you in front of him, his chest flush against your back. 

“Right there is where she was.” He mumbled, his voice directly beside your ear as his hands slipped down your shoulders to brace your biceps.

You swallowed uncomfortably as you looked towards where he was looking, there was an extension to the library that almost looked like a greenhouse. The walls and roof were made entirely of glass with several chandeliers hanging from the metal beams. There was a grand piano in the middle of the little atrium and it was surrounded by dried and decaying flowers that were still withering away. 

“She had accompanied her father and her elder sister all the way to our estate, but as the youngest daughter, she was often overlooked and forgotten. But my great grandfather, he couldn’t help but see her.”

“So, that was his misfortune? He was promised to her sister?”

“No...not quite.” He said, his voice lower than before, a dark edge to his words. “If only it had been that simple.” 

It was quiet again, although this time the silence held an intense gravity, you were getting that feeling again, the one that was telling you you would be better off far away from him. And now, Taehyung’s ominous warning was even clearer and stronger than before. You couldn’t trust Jungkook. 

But, you also couldn’t go on until your curiosity was satiated. That was your fatal flaw. 

“What happened?” 

“The eldest daughter grew ill a few weeks before their wedding, she was bedridden and her health was rapidly declining. And, before you knew it, she had passed. Her sister was heartbroken, she was distraught, but in her despair she and my great grandfather found one another. And, in the haste to merge the two estates, she was to become his new bride.” 

You couldn’t understand why, but there was something telling you Jungkook wasn’t revealing the entirety of the story to you. It felt incomplete somehow like you had heard it before but couldn’t remember the finer details. 

You were walking again, his hand now brushing the small of your back, his left side snug against your right like he was afraid to let you wander too far from his grasp. This walk was more familiar, if you remembered correctly you were heading towards the ballroom you had first entered when you had initially arrived at the manor. 

“So, he got what he wanted then? He was going to marry the woman he fell in love with.” You were searching for clarification now, the sister’s death was unfortunate but his great grandfather would have gotten what he desired. 

“As I said, it’s not that simple, darling.” 

You bristled at the pet name, there was energy in the air, it almost felt like lightning was about to strike. Something was about to happen but you didn’t know what and if you were being totally honest with yourself, you were scared. 

You were in the ballroom now, it was dark and dingy with cobwebs galore and sparsely lit candles to illuminate the vast space. There was something terrifying about it, a distant wisp of a memory slipping through the darkest recesses of your mind. 

“The day they were meant to be wed he found her in her room, motionless and limp. She had taken her own life.” 

“That’s...that’s terrible.” That was all you could manage to say. “Why did she do it?”

What you had said appeared to strike a nerve within him, his jaw tensing and his raven locks obscuring his eyes as he turned. The look on his face was a cross between immense distress and anger, he looked like he was at his breaking point. 

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say for yourself?”

“Jungkook, what are you talking about?” You slowly asked, taking a hesitant step backward in an attempt to make as much distance between the two of you before he noticed.

But luck was not on your side, he had noticed you trying to escape from him again. 

“I know you remember, you must remember!” He shouted, spinning on his heels to face you. “How could you not remember how much I loved you? I did anything and everything to be with you! You were promised to me and I was to you, remember?!”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, you’re scaring me!” You cried, your steps quickening as he began to rapidly approach your retreating form. 

“I have waited centuries for you to return, you don’t get to abandon me again, not this time!”

“You...you think that I’m her? You’re insane!”

“I don’t think, I know. It must be you, there is no other possibility.” He stubbornly said, his hand capturing your wrists and tugging you towards him.  “You belong to me and I to you, I’ll make you remember.”

“You’re not making me do anything, let go of me!”

“No! This is where we were going to be wed, this is where we would have had our first dance as husband and wife! How could you throw it all away? How could you forget?!” He cried, his grasp tightening as his voice became louder and louder. 

But, what was worst of all was what was happening all around you. The once empty ballroom was now packed tightly with masked dancing phantoms, you could feel the skirts of the ballgowns brushing against you, you could feel their penetrating stares, and you could see directly through them as they swung through the room in time with the out of tune piano.

You couldn’t stop the cries of fright that were coming from you as you tried to flee, Jungkook’s unrelenting grasp anchoring you to your spot. All you could do was clench your eyes shut and turn your head away in an effort to blind yourself from what you were seeing. It was all far too much for you to handle and with the way you could barely get a breath of air into your lungs you felt like you were going to pass out on the spot. 

“I’m not her! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

“Yes, yes you are, I’ll make you remember.”

And then, his lips were on yours. Your entire body lit up in a horrid wave of chills so strong it had you reeling backward. His lips were cold, absolutely frigid compared to your warmth. In all honesty, it felt like you were kissing a corpse. He had released one of your wrists so that his hand could cradle your jaw and guide you closer to him, that had been his own mistake. As soon as you realized that one of your arms was unfettered you ripped your other free and parted from him with a gasp for air. And then you were stumbling backward, through the crowd of phantom dancers, and sprinting away into the dark halls of the manor. 

You could hear Jungkook calling out to you, his loud voice echoing down the corridors and chasing after you. It felt like no matter where you ran to there was no way you could escape him, he was everywhere. 

You squealed in fright as you rounded a corner and he stepped out of the shadows. “Please sweetheart, stop running, we can be together again.” 

You ignored him, tripping over your own feet as you raced by him, your silken nightgown fluttering dramatically behind you as you sped down the dimly lit hallways. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, please, let’s just talk about this.” He begged, appearing out of thin air once more and only worsening the state you were currently in. 

“Go away!” You screamed, refusing to stop and continuing to run. 

“It would only take a few seconds, I swear it won’t hurt, and then we can be together forever just like I promised you.” 

“Leave me alone!” You yelled as you finally approached a familiar sight, your bedroom door. 

You quickly slipped inside and slammed the heavy door shut behind you. And then, you stood there for a moment, your eyes pinned to the entrance waiting for him to appear inside the room like he had done three times before. But, after a few moments of waiting, nothing happened. Jungkook didn’t enter your room, the door didn’t move, and it was utterly silent. 

That was why you nearly jumped out of your skin with a panicked shriek as you felt a hand settle on your shoulder. You whipped around and almost instantly relaxed, a sigh of relief decompressing your chest. 

“I thought I told you to stay in your room.”

“Namjoon.” You nearly cried, your hands hastily wiping at your tear stained cheeks. “Namjoon, something is wrong with Jungkook, something is wrong with this manor!”

“I know, I know everything. That’s why I was trying to keep you safe.”

“You...you know? You know that Jungkook thinks that I’m-”

“Lady Blackwell, yes.” He confirmed. 

“But I’m not! Listen to me, I am sick and tired of all of these ominous warnings and useless statements! You need to tell me absolutely everything right now!” You demanded, your fists balled up at your sides. 

Namjoon’s jaw tensed, his tongue poking his cheek in irritation. You could see his dark eyes darting around the room, he was thinking very intensely about what he was going to say. 

“No matter what I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

“Convince me then.”

The butler sighed, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose momentarily before he opened his eyes and gestured for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed facing him. 

“Over a hundred years ago, the young master was engaged to the eldest daughter of the Blackwell estate, at first he had few problems with the matter, but upon the family's first visit things began to go awry. He had met you, the youngest of the Blackwell’s.”

“Namjoon that’s imposs-,”

“Let me finish and then you can ask all of the questions you want.” He interrupted you with a warning look in his eyes. 

“Jungkook begged his father to break off the engagement and allow him to marry you instead, but that wasn’t what the two families had agreed upon. Jungkook was young and determined and he could never take no for an answer. So, he knew that the only way the engagement would be dissolved was if your sister were to die. Over the course of several months, he steadily began to poison her, slipping it into her drinks and her meals, and eventually, she grew sick and bedridden,

You were absolutely distraught when she died, you didn’t know what to do with yourself and you wanted nothing to do with Jungkook. You had seen him as an older brother, nothing more. Despite your wishes, you were to take the place of your sister. Jungkook thought that he was finally getting everything he wanted, but he never thought you would guess what he had done. You refused to marry your sister’s killer so you asked me to do something for you.” 

“Namjoon...what did you do?” You whispered. 

He pressed his lips together in stress, his eyes suddenly shining as if he were about to cry. 

“You begged me to kill you. You were religious back then, you didn’t want to take your own life but you couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped in a marriage with him. So I did it, I stole what Jungkook used to poison your sister and I slipped it into your morning tea. You fell asleep and you never woke up again.” 

There was a strange tightness in your throat as you listened to him speak, there was something in the back of your mind telling you what he said was the truth. You couldn’t explain it, it was much like that feeling in Taehyung’s room, the barest hint of a memory buried deep. 

“Why did you listen to me? Why did you do it?”

“I cared for you, I didn’t want to do it but you made me promise you.” He confessed, dropping to his knees in front of you and staring up at you with shining eyes. 

“I don’t understand what this has to do with what’s going on now, I don’t feel like her, I don’t remember what it was like to be her.”

“It’s not about now, it’s about what happened then. After your death, the young master was inconsolable and in his grief, he consorted with the supernatural.”

“Taehyung,” You breathed. 

“Yes, they made a pact, we would trade our lives so you could live again.”

“Why would you do that?! You killed her because she asked, she didn’t want this!”

“And I couldn’t live with myself!” He cried, “I jumped at the chance to bring you back, to right my own wrongs but I’ve only made a mess of things. We all loved you so much in our own way we couldn’t go on without you. Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, and myself are all bound in contract by Taehyung.”

“What happens next? I’m here, wasn’t that the deal?”

“You’re human, you can leave the manor but we can’t. There’s a curse in place, anyone who dies on the grounds of the manor remains trapped here.”

Your stomach turned at his words, you felt like you were going to be sick right then and there. You hadn’t been one to believe in the supernatural or even the afterlife, but now being confronted with the possibility you were going to die you felt like you were going to pass out.

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me eat or drink anything?”

“Everything was poisoned, if you had one drop of wine or one crumb of food, you would have died on the spot.” 

Oh, fuck you were going to be sick. You needed to leave, you needed to get out of there. Without thinking you leapt up from the bed and raced to the bedroom door, ripping it open with more force than you thought you had in your body. But before you could sprint out of the room, you heard something coming down the hall. It was footsteps and they were fast approaching. 

And, upon angling your head out past the door frame you were met with a horrific surprise. At the end of the hallway, Hoseok came to a stop, his face frozen in surprise. And, even worse, there was a large pair of rusty hedge clippers in his hands. 

You didn’t have to ask what they were for. 

“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.” He begged, sorrow evident in his dark eyes despite the tight grip he had on the tool beside him. 

Before you could breathe, scream, or do anything, Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and yanked you back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. 

“Come on, we don’t have much time!” He exclaimed, his hand moving to your wrist and tugging you towards the corner of the room where a wall of bookshelves rested. 

Without hesitation, he reached towards a small bust that rested on the shelf and pushed its head down and towards the two of you, and almost instantly the bookshelf slid away and revealed a dark, damp, and cobweb infested tunnel. 

“Servants passageways, they were built into the house centuries ago, there’s so many in the manor not everyone knows where exactly they are.” He explained, ushering you into the tunnel. 

“Namjoon wait-”

“Hurry, follow the passageway, and don’t stop. I’ll distract the others and come for you when it’s safe.” He instructed you. 

And before you could get another word in, the secret door slid shut and you were enveloped in darkness. You stood there for a moment, paralyzed in confusion and fear before you realized that you needed to get moving. It was incredibly dark and from the smell and the state of the passageway, it was obvious that it hadn’t been in use in a very long time. 

Your hand traced over the brick wall to the right of you, they were cold and rather grimy but it was much better than tripping over your feet and smacking into walls you couldn’t see. Which, ironically, was exactly what happened to you. 

The tip of your shoe connected with a raised surface and had you falling forwards, your hands and knees colliding with more of its kind. Your hands patted the cool stone beneath you, and upon further investigation, you realized what they were: stairs. 

You groaned in pain, rubbing at your knee as you rose back up onto your feet and attempted to gauge the distance of the steps beneath you. At first, you were sure you looked like a newborn deer, sliding all over the place with your arms stretched out at your sides feeling for something to hold on to. But, eventually, you got the hang of it and began your ascent. 

There were so many steps you could feel the muscles of your thighs and calves burning in protest, you had no idea where Namjoon was sending you off too but so far you were not enjoying it. It was the memory of Hoseok and the rusted blades that re-instilled your fervor, forcing you to continue upwards. 

After endless climbing of steps, you finally reached a landing, and with your arms stretched out in front of you, you felt the familiar grain of wood under your palms. It felt like a door. And, with a little effort and a push, it popped forward and slid to the side revealing where exactly you had been trekking to. 

It was the attic.

Through a pair of broken shutters, an eerie moon cast light over the various objects that littered the space. It felt almost like a maze with how many items had been stored there, you wouldn’t be surprised if you got lost in the mess. There were several trunks, chairs, boxes, and portraits laying around, some of them covered in drop cloths and some of them not. But it was the portraits you were more curious about. Specifically, the one that was partially revealed. 

You managed to navigate your way through the eclectic maze, cursing every now and then when your dress would snag on something and scare the shit out of you, thinking that someone had come to find you and kill you. 

When you finally reached the portrait, your stomach dropped and you suddenly realized that you definitely could not deny what Jungkook as well as Namjoon had told you. You were either Lady Blackwell or you were her descendant because when you looked at the portrait you very well could have been looking in a mirror. 

Her face was exactly the same as yours, but her hair was styled appropriately for her era. But, what was most concerning was that you recognized the dress she was wearing in the portrait because it was the same one you were currently wearing. You could feel your skin crawl as you came to that realization, he had put you in his dead fiancé's clothes. 

You stepped away from the portrait, the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach too much to bear. 

The other strange anomaly in the attic was the numerous dresses that were concealed with thin veils. But before you could reach them and further assess them, you felt something underfoot that had you stumbling. Once you regained your balance, you realized what it was. It was a phone, and not an unfamiliar one. 

What was even more surprising was that you could turn it on, and it looked like it had been there for a while. The manor was strange enough, for your sake, it was better not to question it. Once the screen was unlocked, your stomach dropped. 

The last app that had been opened was the contacts catalog, and once again, your very own face was staring back at you. You were the last number the phone had called. It was all starting to make sense. 

This was your roommate's phone, the one she had lost when she was dared to enter the manor. You didn’t recognize the number that had called you that morning because you had deleted her contact when she got a new phone and a new number. The call about your brother, that wasn’t from the hospital, it came from here. 

When your roommate left her phone behind someone in the manor must have found it and from there found you. They had lured you right to them, your brother was perfectly fine. You had been tricked. 

“Son of a bitch!”

You let out a cry of frustration, picking up the phone and chucking it into one of the brick walls so hard the screen cracked and its light dimmed. 

You took a few moments for yourself, allowing yourself to breathe in and out deeply, over and over again until you could feel your heart slowing and breathing returning to normal. 

Once you were ready, you decided to distract yourself. Right, the wedding dresses. You came nearer to them, and in shock, you realized that there were six of them in total. All of them were gorgeous, probably the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen, but they had yellowed with age and were stained with the stale scent of the attic. 

Upon further investigation, you realized that beside each of the spread-out wedding dresses, there were portraits to accompany them. Your eyes scanned over each, taking in the sight of the beautiful brides with their glowing smiles. But another thing you quickly noticed was that all six of them shared the same groom. 

It was Jimin. 

At the moment of your realization, you heard a door squeak open and the steady click of shoes against the aged, wooden floors. 

Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed as you spun around helplessly, your dress flaring as you attempted to locate a hiding spot. And with the footsteps coming closer, you leaped behind a pile of wedding gifts, still wrapped, and curled into yourself. 

“I heard you up here, scuttling around like a mouse in the walls.” The voice mused, you could hear their smile ingrained in their voice. You were sure you knew who it was, it sounded exactly like Jimin with that uncomfortable flirtatious edge to his voice. 

“Come out now, there’s no sense in hiding. Wouldn’t you rather get this over quickly?” He said. 

A loud thud echoed to your left causing you to flinch and your hand to slap over your mouth before you could whimper in surprise. There was a horrible noise coming closer, it sounded like metal scraping against wood. Against your better judgment, you peaked through a gap in the presents and what you saw was horrifying enough to make your blood run cold. 

It was definitely Jimin. His jacket was gone and his sleeves had been rolled up to reveal his forearms. He was wearing a pristine white shirt with the top buttons undone and a wicked smile on his lips. 

But what was worst of all, was the sight of the hatchet in his right hand, the blade dragging behind him on the wood as he walked through the attic slowly and confidently, like a predator in the midst of a hunt. 

Your fingers tensed over your mouth as you felt a cry welling up in your throat. Of all of the ways to die, this one had to be the worst. 

“You know, you probably should have just let Jin or Jungkook do it. They would have put you down easy. But me? Oh, I want to take my time with you, darling.” 

The scratching of the blade was louder now, his footsteps were even closer than before. You had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that he knew exactly where you were.

“You should be honored, you can be my lucky number seven,” He chuckled, “They didn’t know what they were getting into when they married me. Till’ death do we part, they vowed. For better or...for worse. In sickness, and in wealth. But we both got what we wanted in the end. They got to become a wife, and I got to keep their dowry.” 

He was a black widow. 

Silence fell over the attic and you became painfully aware of everything else. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, your heartbeat was borderline cacophonous, and no matter how hard you tried to muffle it your breaths were like nails on a chalkboard. 

Your entire body froze with fright. You could hear him humming a tune behind you now, and you distinctly knew it was “Here Comes The Bride.” 

“There you are,” He cooed, causing you to whip around and scramble backward on your hands. 

He was standing over you, the pile of presents forming a flimsy makeshift barrier between the two of you. The smile on his face was so horrible, it was just too wide and far too exciting. He easily raised the hatchet up, rested the handle on his shoulder. There was blood dried into the wood. 

“Come on out, darling. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” He said before slamming his boot into the pile of presents and toppling them over one another. 

That snapped you out of it. 

You quickly turned over and sprung up onto your feet, sprinting away from him. He had been standing in front of the passageway you had come from and the closest exit was the shuttered window. 

You could hear him laughing behind you as you stumbled over yourself, ripping the shutters of the window open. You squeezed yourself through it in a panic, leading yourself onto the balcony at the back of the manor. It was still raining, fat drops of water rushing out from the sky, the balcony was slick from the rain. 

You ran forward, your hands gripping the slick railing as you leaned over. There was no way you could survive that fall, you were too far high up. That was when you realized, you were cornered. There was nowhere else to go. You were going to die. 

Jimin slipped through the window with ease, an amused and playful smile greeting you as both of his hands wrapped around the handle of the hatchet. 

“Taehyung said you have to die on our grounds, but he didn’t say how, did he?” He mused, slowly walking towards you, reminding you of your inescapable fate. 

You leaned back against the railing, pushing your body and weight flush against it as you closed your eyes, waiting for Jimin to reel that hatchet back and hack into your flesh with it. But that feeling did not come.

“Jimin.” That was Jungkook’s voice. 

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook firmly grasping the hatchet, he was enraged. “I told you, no, I warned you not to touch her.”

“I wasn’t going to touch her, Kookie, I was going to kill her.” Jimin snorted with a roll of his eyes. 

“Not like this, I told you we weren’t going to do it this way. She deserves to die calmly, not to be hacked apart like tomorrow evening’s dinner.”

“That’s what you want, Taehyung just said she had to die and you don’t have the guts to do it. Let me handle it, this is what I’m good at.”

“I said I’ll take care of it, she’s mine.”

“And by ‘take care of it’ you mean slipping poison into her tea? She’s not going to fall for that, it’s better this way, you’ll thank me later.”

“Jungkook, please,” You tried, your eyes glossy with unshed tears, “don’t let him do this, I don’t want to die!”

His face tensed up in pain, his eyes darting between you and the gleam of the blade. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” He said with a smile that looked more like a grimace, “I won’t let him hurt you, we can do things my way, okay?”

“No!” You cried, your chest heaving as your tears finally broke free. “I don’t want to die! I want to live, I don’t want any of this but none of you will listen to me!”

“Sweetheart-” He tried again, attempting to walk over to you.

“No, stay away from me, I won’t let you kill me!” You screeched, pressing yourself even closer to the railing behind you as the sky shattered and shook with shards of lighting and rolls of thunder. 

“It’s alright, it won’t hurt a bit and I’ll be with you the entire time. It’ll feel like you're drifting off to sleep.” He attempted to comfort you, a gentle smile being cast your way. 

“Go fuck yourself!” You spat as you realized you could not move any further, you were pinned. “I am not her, she is not me, and we don’t love you!”

And with that, the final roll of thunder shook the house, the railing behind you creaked and collapsed, your feet slid out from under you, and you went careening off the balcony, plummeting down to the ground below as your once pure white dress fluttered helplessly around. 

The last thing you could see was Jungkook’s face. He looked shocked and panicked, but you could also see he was relieved. He was happy he wasn’t the one who had to kill you. 

No, you took care of that yourself. Again. 

It seemed like no matter what life you were born into, it was always destined to end the same way. You would always take your own life. Whether it be intentional or completely an accident. Fate was a bitch. 

And with a sharp crack of your neck and the splintering of your bones, you died. 

And then, you were back on the balcony, right where the railing had given way, and you were staring down at your own mangled body, your white dress coated in mud and steadily being dyed a crimson red. 

Arms tightly wound themselves around your waist, his face pressed into the juncture between your neck and shoulder as the two of you looked over the horrific shell of your body laying limply in the mud. 

“I knew you would come back to me,” He breathed in happiness as he laid a shaky kiss to the column of your throat. 

You stood there silently, numbly in shock as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from what remained of your flesh and bone.

“Even in death, you are always meant to be mine.”

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the prince’s cinderella syndrome (m) | p.jm. | teaser

↳ COMING THIS MONTH ↲

🎧 moon - jin of bts willow - taylor swift

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. a dash of jungkook x reader)

rating: m (18+)

genre: angst | smut | fluff | cursed!jimin | supernatural!au | strangers to lovers!au

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + allusions to substance abuse + black magic and curses + heartbreak + mention of minor character deaths + inaccuracies abt the american education system + inaccuracies abt nasa & astronomy majors + a mish-mash of american and british english + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral (m+f), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, some marking, some dirty talk, some roughness, slight cock warming? maybe? mostly pretty missionary stuff tbh) + oc is a v. v. lonely girl :( + jimin is a v. v. sad boy :( 

word count: ~30 k (1.2 k for the teaser)

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST HUBBA MINE! 🥺💗 and happy jimtober to the rest of the world! 🎃

written for jimin’s sunset spooktober, a supernatural, halloween themed jimin collab hosted by three very talented godesses: @jamaisjoons​​, @opaljm​ and @chateautae​. 💗 make sure to check out the rest of the fics’ summaries in the masterlist!

i have been slaving off on this one so harD for a month, i broke some of my own records by getting to 40 wpm and writing 7k words in a day, smh. and even though i have somehoW finished it up, it’s still not ready to be posted, currently undergoing some major editing. prepare yourselves for some pain, y’all~ 😩💜

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“If we end up getting kidnapped by ghosts or some shit, I will kill you.”

You rolled your eyes at your roommate’s antics, ignoring her and walking ahead with intent. Street lights took turns to bathe the three of you in the color yellow, becoming your only source of light on the otherwise dark street. 

“I really do not understand how this is gonna help," Taehyung mumbled from next to her.

"I never understand anything she does, Tae, I'm—"

“You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them, Hyejie,” you teased, shoving your hands into your denim dress’ pockets. 

“I’m regretting giving you that title, just so you know. They're not even throwing a party tonight, why the heck would your guy be there?" Hyejin lamented to you. 

"I never said he would be. I just wanna check, in case he is. Just keep walking and we'll know."

It was Halloween and you were on your way to the place where you had met Jimin for two consecutive years.

"If we miss JK's thing because of this, I’m not gonna suck his cock to cheer him up."

You and Hyejin snorted at Taehyung’s words, with you looking at the guy over your shoulder with a deadpan. “I’m pretty sure he’s already getting it sucked as we speak, Tae.”

“I second that.”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouted at his girlfriend. “You’re not supposed to support her!”

“Didn’t you hear what she said? You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them,” Hyejin reiterated your words from earlier, and you laughed at the long face Taehyung pulled in response.

“Don’t make that face, you used to be like that, too, before I tamed you.”

You groaned at Hyejin’s words, already anticipating a fight. 

Taehyung proved you right by immediately scoffing with a, “you haven’t tamed me, I’ve just decided to calm down with my casanova days for a while.”

Your eyes widened. Did he just say ‘for a while’? Oh, no—

“Taehyung Kim, are you fucking kidding me?”

And there they went. 

You grudgingly slowed down to match the quarrelling couple’s pace, now really starting to regret bringing them along with you. You’d just felt wary because of the abandoned state of this place. But now that you thought about it, a pepper spray would’ve been a better companion.

You eyed the way you still had to go, noticing the familiar frat house a short distance ahead.

Hyejin and Taehyung had stopped walking, choosing to shout in each other’s faces as they stood nose to nose. With a sigh, you turned on your heels and decided to make your way down to the building.

It was becoming more apparent how this whole excursion had been a dumb idea as more time passed. But now, standing so close to the building that very obviously looked empty with no soul in sight anywhere in or outside of it, your lips turned down in acknowledgment of how ridiculous you had been.

You walked right up to the looming, triple storied house painted a beautiful olive green with white accents. Your eyes traced the balcony, similar to the one the building had in its back – the one you’d been on, last year, with Jimin.

“Oh, Jimin,” you morosely breathed, missing him so much that your chest felt tight.

A whisper of your name sounded from not far away, making you look around in alarm.

And then you saw him – sitting on the sidewalk, under the streetlight opposite the frat house, with his head lowered and eyes full of gloom. He hadn’t seen you yet, and your heart thundered in your ears at the realisation and he’d been saying your name to himself just as you had been his.

You kept staring at him, feet slowly coming to a stop. You'd looked for almost an entire year, came here to see if you could find him. But now that he was here, you had no idea what to do. You wanted to make your presence known and approach him, but you felt weirdly shy and awkward, thinking of the crush you had on him and the way it had made you act these past few months.

Then suddenly, as if having sensed your presence, his head suddenly shot up, alert eyes looking in your exact direction. You stood frozen to your spot like a deer caught in headlights.

Until, that was, he yelled your name across the empty road, his face split into a huge grin. You immediately jogged your way across the road to his side, meeting his grin with a shy smile of your own as he stood up to welcome you.

"Hey," he whispered, eyes running over your face like he had missed it.

Just like you had missed his. You did your own scanning of his features that seemed to elude joy and excitement instead of the heavy misery you’d noticed just moments before. 

You ducked your head with a timid wave. "Hey, yourself."

"What are you doing here?" He gestured around the empty street, tossing a glance past you at your friends. "It's past eight in the evening and this doesn’t look like a very proper or safe place."

“I came with friends, but… they got occupied with some stuff, half a mile back,” you explained, clearing your throat. "And I, uh, was actually hoping to find you here? Which I did. What are you doing here? The frat house is being renovated, so they moved the party this year.”

Jimin reached out with a hand to take yours, nibbling on his lower lip. “Would you believe me if I said I was hoping to see you?”

Well. Given how he had seemed to light up on discovering your presence, you kinda would believe him. 

Just as you had opened your mouth to respond, your eyes caught his dress-up. The same damn Prince outfit you’d been seeing for the past two years. You frowned in confusion. Even if you ignored the repetition, you were left wondering why he’d be dressed up in a costume when a party wasn’t even happening. Until you recalled Namjoon’s theories.

And then it felt like you were beginning to understand what was up; Jimin didn’t even just live off campus, he didn’t even study at your university. He just came here for this one party. He probably didn’t belong to a very well off family, which was why he wore the same outfit every year. 

You stepped closer to him, squeezing his hand. “I do.”

Jimin’s smile grew, pushing his eyes into the adorable, tiny slits you’d seen them be only once before. Your heart warmed at the sight.

“Good. But don’t be roaming such dark streets with friends that are irresponsible enough to leave you alone so carelessly.”

His concern made you bite your lip to hide your giddy smile. “Yeah, well. They’re kind of idiots, but they’re all I got, so…”

You looked over your shoulder, squinting in the dark in hopes of spotting their silhouettes.

“Uh, I think they actually left. Or they made up and are fucking in some alley,” you mumbled, bitter and irritated at the duo’s neverending drama.

Jimin laughed, pulling your grumpy self into his form, his arm curling around your back to hold you to him, and started to walk you both down the street. You smiled at the feeling of it.

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Happy Halloween!!🎃

Warnings: mentions of surgery and hospitalization, mentions of pregnancy, slight smut near the end and minor editing mistakes if I missed them🤷🏻‍♀️

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The sounds of children screaming in fun as they run and play in the inside jungle gym of Funscapes have filled your ears for the last several hours. For Lily’s birthday she wanted to have a party with her school friends. It was nice for you to see how her friends interact with her, she’s still on the quiet side but her friends don’t seem to mind too much.

Roman always makes sure she’s having fun and includes Posy who has been following her big sister around like a shadow. You’re sitting at the long party table with Luke and the others watching the kids play. Ashton, Calum, Crystal, Michael, Cory and Ella with little Violetta were all in attendance.

Crystal has been on Oliver duty and she’s got a bump showing now but still looks flawless in a slim fitting pink dress (in honor of Lily’s favorite color) and some nude heels. Seeing her be so fabulous makes you feel self-conscious because your stomach still isn’t back to normal after Oliver. You know it takes time, especially after a C-section but old habits die hard when it comes to self-image. But, you power through because your body has gone through growing three perfect little humans and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Luke is talking with Calum and Michael about a song idea he had and Ashton is aiding Posy through one of the tunnels to a slide when Crystal comes up to you with Oliver in her arms who’s starting to squirm with his eyes tight.

“Is it naptime?” Crystal asks, handing him off.

“Yeah, and he’s been teething,” you sigh, moving to his stroller to grab one of his teething rings. You bounce him in your arms lightly and his noises subside a little. “How’ve you been feeling? You look great,” you smile at her.

“Thanks, I don’t feel great so this is all to try and trick my mind,” she laughs. “I’m doing okay, I’m glad the morning sickness is gone, now I’m just tired. I think we’re going to do a gender reveal the day before Halloween so the girls can still go trick or treating.”

“Really?! That’s a great idea for a party.”

“Yeah it’ll be fun for everyone to dress up. I’m going to ask Lily and Posy’s help on what to dress Moose and South as.”

“They’ll love that,” you laugh then you feel a tug on your shirt. You look down and see Lily with Roman next to her. His big brown eyes stare up at you.

“Mama, is it pizza time?”

“Sure thing sweetheart, why don’t you tell all your friends while I get them.”

“I’ll do it!” Roman exclaims then runs off to gather the rest of the kids.

Luke comes over and rests his hands on Lily’s shoulders but is looking at you.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“I was going to get the pizzas from the counter.”

“I got it lovie,” he smiles. “I’ll recruit Cal to help.”

When all the kids are settled in their seats, you and the others help them get the slices on their plates. Posy is sitting on Ashton’s lap and Lily insists on Cory sitting next to her. Her presents were on a separate table with the cake. Oliver is nestled in his stroller fast asleep and stays asleep during the ruckus of presents and singing.

Posy wants to help open presents and Lily is very gracious in letting her do so. Towards the end of the party when parents are trickling in to pick up their kids, Posy complains about her tummy hurting as she sits on Ashton’s lap. You ask Ashton if he wants you to take her but he says he’s got her and tries to soothe her as you and Luke load up the car with Lily’s presents.

When you come back inside that’s when Posy starts to cry for Luke as soon as she sees him, her little arms reaching for him.

“What’s the matter my girl?” Luke asks, taking her in his arms. Posy’s head drops to his shoulder. “Hm? What hurts?”

“Tummy,” she sniffles.

“How much cake did you feed her?” Luke directs the question to Ashton as he rubs at her back in soothing circles.

“We shared the smallest piece and I ate most of it,” Ashton stands up, concern in his eyes for his niece.

“Maybe it’s the excitement of the day…” Luke kisses the side of her head.

“Okay, everything is packed,” you say with Lily in tow and Oliver in his carrier. “Is Posy hurt?”

“Stomachache,” Luke informs you as you rush to him.

You brush Posy’s hair from her face as a subtle check of her temperature.

“She’s a little clammy...we’re going home, Pose, okay?” you kiss her cheek.

After goodbyes are made, the five of you head home. Luke lays Posy on the couch with a soft blanket and her elephant. Her tears have dried on her cheeks leaving her eyes red and puffy. Luke heads back in the garage to get the presents and you kneel in front of Posy with Lily next to you.

“Can you tell mama where it hurts?” you ask gently.

“I’m going to change Olly,” Luke says walking by with Oliver in his arms. You nod absently waiting for Posy to show you where she hurts.

“Is Po sick?” Lily asks.

“Her tummy hurts. Can you show mama, baby?” you ask Posy again.

Posy points to the side of her stomach and you lift her shirt carefully to touch the spot. It feels a little tight and Posy whines.

“Ow mama,” she cries.

“I’m sorry, mama didn’t mean to hurt you. Lay here and rest, honey. Lily, can you stay with your sister?”

Lily nods and sits next to Posy who adjusts herself so her head is in Lily’s lap. Lily pets her hair like you do for them and it warms your heart.

“How’s Posy?” Luke asks when you enter Oliver’s room. He snaps the button of Oliver’s pants then hefts him in his arms, Oliver gives you a bright gummy smile.

“Not well...I don’t think it’s a stomach ache from sweets, Luke.”

“What do you mean?” Luke kisses Oliver’s head.

“I asked her where her tummy hurts and when I touched it, it felt tight.”

“Could she be constipated?”

“Maybe…” you chew on your lip. “She’s never acted like this before.”

“We’ll keep an eye on her,” he rubs at your shoulder. “If it persists, we’ll take her to urgent care.”

***

A shrill cry wakes you up at 3:00 in the morning. At first you think it’s Oliver when Luke flicks the light on, both of you stare blearily at each other when you hear the cry again and it didn’t come from the baby monitor.

“Posy!”

Her name comes out of your mouth as a choked sob. You scramble from the bed and run into her room with Luke hot on your heels. He smacks the lightswitch on and you see Posy curled up in a tight ball clutching at her stomach.

You both rush to her.

“Where does it hurt, bug?” Luke tries to pry her hands away while you’re touching her forehead.

“She’s warm, Luke.”

“Should we--oh no!” Luke gasps and he shifts to the side just as Posy starts to vomit.

“On her side!” you command and the two of you roll her over so she throws up on the floor and not in her bed. “We need to take her to the emergency room.”

“I’ll call Cal so he can stay with Lily and Olly,” he gets up to run into your room where his phone is.

“Does your tummy still hurt?” you ask Posy taking Luke’s place after she’s finished. You place three fingers on the lower right side of her belly and she screams in pain. “I’m sorry, baby. Mama and daddy will make it better.”

Luke comes in with his phone to his ear and Lily standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and frightened. You’re changing Posy’s shirt into a cleaner one.

“Cal’s on his way,” Luke informs, “but he’s getting Duke’s things since Roy’s out of town.”

“Okay. I’m going to get shoes on so we can leave as soon as he gets here,” you nod then turn to Posy who is staring up at you with such fear and pain in her eyes it shatters your heart in a million pieces. “I’ll be right back, Pose.” You kiss her forehead and run past Luke.

He’s changed into pants and converse that aren’t tied up, Lily follows you to your room.

“I want to go,” she grabs your hand before you can head into the closet.

“I need you to stay with Olly,” you squeeze her hand then let go to pull on some leggings and slip on your boots. You snatch your phone from the nightstand.

“But--”

“Lily,” you bend down in front of her looking into her eyes. “I need you here. I know you want to be with Posy but Uncle Cal needs your help with Olly, okay? You’re the best big sister and helper. Can you do that for me?”

“What’s wrong with Po?” a tear falls down her cheek. You wipe it away and kiss her cheek.

“I don’t know, we’re going to take her to the doctor so they can help her feel better. Let’s get some towels.”

Lily holds the towels as you clean up the floor next to Posy’s bed as quickly as you can, you’re thankful it’s on wooden floors and not carpet. Luke is holding Posy in his arms and then Calum is in the doorway with Duke and Petunia behind him.

“I’m here. Go on,” Calum’s breathing heavily. “Hey Lils.”

She runs into him for a hug and he lifts her in his arms.

“Thank you,” you say to him on your way out. You give Lily and Cal a kiss on the cheek then follow Luke downstairs to the garage.

***

Posy’s appendix ruptured requiring immediate surgery before it could get even worse. You and Luke sat together in the room she was admitted to. Her screams for you and Luke echo in your mind because she wanted to be with you.

While Luke called Cory, Ashton, Michael, and his mom, you couldn’t turn your mind off. Memories of being in the hospital for so long with Oliver come rushing back and now Posy is in here, too. It breaks your heart to have your babies be sick or in pain and you can’t take it away.

“Ash wants to come over and be with us,” Luke sits heavily in the chair next to you. He takes your hand in his. “I tried telling him to wait until she’s out and awake but he was already getting dressed. I’m happy the nurses said the surgery doesn’t take long. She’s so scared…” he shakes his head running his fingers through his hair with his other hand. “We should have brought her in yesterday...and here I thought it was from sweets.”

“Hey,” you cup his cheek in your hand, your thumb rubs at his soft beard. “Even if we did bring her in we probably would have had to come right back. Do we have her elephant?”

“Yeah, I grabbed it quickly before we left,” he sighs, reaching over to the duffle bag you didn’t notice until now. He pulls out the purple elephant fixing the ears.

Your phone dings, it’s a text from Calum saying Lily and Olly are fast asleep and that Lily is sleeping with him in the guest bed. You relay the information to Luke who smiles wistfully.

“I heard Lily wanted to come.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want her to worry,” you sigh. “I hate being here again...and now for Posy…”

“I know, we’ve had a really rough year, lovie,” he rests his hands on your knee. “Posy’s our strong little girl.” he kisses your cheek and you nestle into him. “Try and get some sleep, I’ll wake you when she’s back.”

***

The surgery went as planned and Posy was back in the room within an hour but she was still fast asleep. The nurses assured she’ll be waking up shortly but will be a little groggy. The first time she stirred you and Luke were by her side and she hugged her elephant to her chest.

“Hey bug,” Luke smiles sleepily at her. “Mama and I are right here.”

Her eyes are heavy as she looks at you then she’s asleep again. It will take a while for the anesthesia to wear off and Ashton said he was on his way. Liz called you so you talked with her for awhile then Cory called and you filled him in. Luke was dozing in and out next to Posy, his hand holding onto hers and his head resting on the bed.

There’s a soft knock on the door then Ashton enters with balloons and a large fuzzy brown bear with a cloth bandage on its tummy, just like Posy has from her surgery. The nurse showed you the bandage and that it will heal nicely. You wave at Ashton.

“I gotta go, Ashton’s here,” you tell Cory.

“All right. Let me know if you want me and Ella to head by your place,” Cory answers.

“I will, thanks Cory.” You hang up and smile tiredly at Ashton. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

“Of course,” he sets his gifts down on the table in the corner and gives you a side hug. “How’d it go?” He looks to Posy who seems so small in the bed and with Luke’s sleeping form next to her.

“Good, they said everything went how it should. We should be able to take her home in a day or two and recovery will be one to two weeks depending on how she feels.”

“Damn,” Ashton sighs. “How are you holding up?”

“I don’t know. It all happened so fast and on Lily’s birthday...being here reminds me of Olly and I hate seeing Pose in pain. I’ve had two of my babies in the hospital this year, Ash. I don’t know how strong I’ll be if something happens to Lily. I--”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. C’mere,” he pulls you in for a hug as you sob silently against his chest.

You hadn’t realized how much you were holding in from this ordeal and from when Oliver was in the hospital. You pushed it down as soon as you came home but apparently you still have pent up trauma.

“You and Luke and your whole family have been through so much this year. But you’ve pulled through like I know you always will and all of us will always be here to help you. You’re not alone in this, all right?” he squeezes you.

“Thanks Ashton,” you sniff.

“Ash? When did--Y/N?!”

Luke scrambles from the bed quietly as he can and then you’re transferred from Ashton to Luke. You breathe in his familiar scent as he holds you close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It’s all hitting me at once.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes. “Let it all out, lovie.”

You remain in his arms until you catch your breath and Luke rubs the tears from your cheeks before staring into your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you respond and he kisses your forehead.

“Hi little one,” you hear Ashton say. You turn your attention back to Posy.

She blinks slowly at her uncle who’s smiling at her. Carefully, Ashton rubs at her temple with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Mama and daddy said you’ve been asleep for a long time. Did you dream of pirates?”

“No,” she whispers and looks at the wall opposite her. A pout is on her lips.

Ashton frowns at her subdued manner, normally she smiles and teases back with him.

“It’s going to be a bit before the anesthesia wears off,” you explain.

***

Two days later, Posy was able to go home. She still wasn’t acting like her normal outgoing self and you could tell it was worry Luke as well. You made sure to keep her comfortable and Liy brought home a big card ‘signed’ by Posy’s pre-k class.

“Wow, look at all your friends, bug. They miss you,” Luke pointed to them all as she laid on the couch. Petunia was next to her and hadn’t left her side since her homecoming.

Posy merely glanced at the construction paper then stared at the tv again that was playing Toy Story. She was in a forever pout.

“Pose, can I watch the movie with you?” Lily asks and Posy nods.

Lily crawls under the blanket next to her and Posy cuddles into her sister’s side. Luke sets the card on the coffee table, a pout on his lips too and the similarity between him and Posy was uncanny.

“Come on, hon,” you rub at Luke’s shoulder. With a sigh, he follows you down the hall where Olly is in his room. He squeals when he sees you. “Hi baby! Mama missed you!”

You give him kisses and tickle his belly. You’re about to ask Luke what he wants for dinner but he’s gone.

“Where’d your daddy run off to? Let’s go find him.”

Luke’s in the kitchen with two boxes of mac and cheese boxes on the counter (Posy’s favorite) while he pulls out a large pot.

“I hate seeing her like this,” he sighs. “She’s not herself and it’s scaring me.”

“I don’t like it either,” you pick up a set of play keys for Oliver to play with. “But she’s going through something traumatic. She’s scared, too.”

“What if she--” he closes his eyes not wanting to finish the sentence. But being with him for so long, you knew what he was too scared to say.

“She will. One day at a time and our Posy will be back.”

Posy stayed home for another week and Luke convinced you to go back to work but you came home early by 2:00 anyway. Posy still isn’t acting like herself, she’s still quiet and wanted Luke by her side at all times then when you were home, she’d want the both of you by her side.

Ashton would stop by every other day to try and cheer her up but she was still subdued so he would just cuddle her and watch movies. Lily tried her best to make her sister feel better by asking if Posy wanted to feed Bruno, her fish.

It wasn’t until you took her for her final check-up that she started to act like herself. Although she cowered in Luke’s chest while you had Oliver in your arms in the doctor’s office. She kept pushing the doctor away.

“Pose, the nice lady wants to check on the owwa on your tummy,” Luke strokes her cheek with his fingers. She relents and allows the doctor to probe at her belly. She doesn’t make one peep of pain and it makes you so happy.

The weekend before Halloween, the whole family goes to gather pumpkins at a pumpkin patch. You go through a small corn maze, Oliver is wrapped up against your chest and Posy is holding Lily’s hand as they lead your family through.

There’s slides and animals to feed and a painted ‘ghost town’ that is a perfect backdrop for pictures. Oliver smiles in all of them while he sits in Lily’s lap. Then you ask another family to take a photo of the five of you.

“I want dis one!” Posy exclaims, hugging her arms around a very large pumpkin. It’s as big as hers.

“I don’t think that will fit in our wheelbarrow, love bug,” Luke laughs pushing the red wheelbarrow.

Lily is off to the left looking at smaller pumpkins and Oliver is asleep against your chest in the wrap.

“Peas daddy?” she pouts up at him.

“She got that from you,” Luke points out.

“What?”

“Those eyes that will do me in,” he shakes his head and bends down to Posy. He pokes her nose. “You can have a big pumpkin but it has to fit in the wheelbarrow, deal? I’ll help you find one.”

“Okay!” she runs off down the patch and Luke stands up resting his hand on his hips. You laugh at his stature and take a photo of him quickly.

“Hey, are you taking photos of me?”

“Yeah, you look cute in this patch of pumpkins, pumpkin,” you grin. He has on regular jeans, a black t-shirt and a flannel shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. How does he look good in everything?

“You’re the cute one pumpkin,” he sauntered over to you.

“It’s because I have this baby to help,” you rub Olly’s back affectionately.

“Even without our adorable son, you’re pretty damn adorable, lovie,” he slings his arm around you then peppers your face in kisses.

The girls finally find their pumpkins and after you pay for them and put them in the car, you go on the hayride. All three kids are asleep as soon as they are loaded into the car.

You have the guys and Crystal over so you can all carve pumpkins. Cory and Ella didn’t attend because Violetta had an ear infection but they promised they’d be at Michael and Crystal’s party. Halloween movies are playing on the tv as you all carve pumpkins.

“It’s brains!” Posy shrieks pulling out her pumpkin guts, Ashton lets out a laugh and kisses her cheek. He’s happy his Posy is back.

“It is his brains isn’t it?”

After dinner, you lit candles in the pumpkins placing them on the porch with the rest of your decorations. You loved Halloween and always went all out with decorating. You had purple lights in the front yard with gravestones and blow up figurines. Inside the house you have spider webs, cauldrons and pumpkins everywhere.

When it’s time for Michael and Crystal’s party, you were excited to show everyone your family’s costumes. You and Luke did a couples costume of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Lily was Elsa, Posy was a cute little witch and Oliver is baby Yoda. Michael and Crystal are Sharkboy and Lavagirl and Calum and Ashton dressed as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy from Spongebob. Cory, Ella and Violetta were Fred, Velma and Pebbles Flintstones.

The party was a hit with the house decorated to the nines. There were even smoke machines in the backyard surrounding a small pumpkin patch where the reveal was supposed to happen. The two big pumpkins in the center were carved to look like Michael and Crystal. Sarah and Andy were in charge of the reveal so you know it was going to be a spectacle.

There’s bobbing for apples (which Lily has to be encouraged to try while Posy shoved her face right in) tons of sweets and treats and the girls are having a great time. Ashton and Cal inquire about the time for trick or treating.

“When the girls are asleep,” Luke murmurs in your ear, his hands holding onto your waist. “Can I get a little treat of you?”

You giggle at his come on then twist in his arms. You stare up at him, poke his nose that is painted black for Mickey’s nose and fix his ears on top of his head.

“I don’t know...do you have some tricks up your sleeve?”

“I have tricks that won’t make you quiet as a mouse,” he grins, leaning down to give you a kiss that leaves you burning for more.

“Get a room,” Calum teases.

“Don’t mind if we do,” Luke sighs, “can you watch our kids?”

“No fornicating, Andy said the reveal is about to happen,” Ashton says with Posy in his arms. She’s nibbling on a candy necklace and Lily is over by Ella playing peek-a-boo with Violetta.

“We’ll have to wait until the witching hour, babe,” you tell Luke. His hand slips under your skirt and pinches your butt cheek which makes you squeal. “Hey! Watch it, Hemmings.”

He grins devilishly before giving you another kiss.

Michael hands Oliver to Luke who is now asleep then joins Crystal by the pumpkins with Andy poised in front of them to capture the moment.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, we hope you’re having a great time,” Michael starts, “we’re going to interrupt the festivities for a bit which we couldn’t have done without Andy and Sarah.”

There’s applause and cheers for Andy and Sarah as Sarah moves in position by the pumpkins.

“And thank you for wanting to be a part of finding out what our little pumpkin will be,” Crystal smiles, touching her bump.

You all silence in anticipation as Sarah pushes a button. It takes a moment and then out of both Michael and Crystal’s pumpkins comes smoke, but it’s two different colors, blue and pink. There’s gasps all around the yard because no one knew it was twins!

Michael and Crystal share a happy kiss and you’re the first one to give them both a hug.

“Twins?! Did you know?” you ask them both.

“Yeah, we found out when we heard their heartbeats,” Michael confesses.

“We wanted it to be a surprise to you all, but we wanted to be surprised on the gender,” Crystal adds.

You and Luke stay for another hour because the girls start to get sleepy and Oliver has been passed out since 7:30. Before you go, Cory and Ella share that they’re going to get married on New Year’s Eve and they want Lily and Posy to be flower girls. You tell them absolutely and are excited to celebrate their nuptials.

Once the girls were tucked in, you and Luke did have some Halloween fun, he certainly did have some tricks up his sleeve.

“I know I don’t look the same--” you started to say but he pressed his finger to your lips.

“You’re perfect,” he disagrees and slides into you effortlessly.

“But--”

“No,” he growls then kisses you roughly. He brings your hands above your head holding your wrists together as he thrusts into you. You’re moaning quickly. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Oh!” you squeak when he hits your special spot. You’re aching to tangle your fingers in his hair but the way he has your wrists pinned entices the moment.

“Should I get a mirror on the ceiling so you can see how fuckin’ hot you are like this?” he asks, rolling his hips in such a way you’re surprised you haven’t climaxed yet. “You’re mine, lovie.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you pant and tilt your hips when he licks at your neck.

Not long after, your mind is cleared in bliss and Luke releases your wrists then he flips you over onto your stomach.

“I’m not done with you yet, my pretty,” his voice is salacious in your ear as he slides into you again. You bite into his pillow to keep quiet as he wrecks you in the best way possible.

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🎃Inktober of 2021 - Day 31: Party Time!!

Alright folks! This will be my last Inktober art share during this year's Halloween for a lifetime. While it's too bad if my family didn't have a time to celebrate to get some candy, but at least complete my Inktober art shares I've gotten so far from Day 4 to Day 31 was close enough to accomplished for. Thank goodness it was over when I'm hoping to get my other plans for next month and best I could go back to DeviantArt after a HUGE absent from my page account for so long. What that being said, let's get into my final Inktober that I actually got in progress in hours today. Let me tell ya that it wasn't easy when I'm trying to fit 4 or 5 characters in space. This one was a bit of challenge to make through hours to get it done before nighttime comes. Anyways, What better way to celebrate than throwing their biggest Halloween party bash for the rabbits family? Well, having the kids dressing as one of their closest friends from Philippines of course! So yeah. Thought this would make sense if they would be gladly to dress as them when still owning their friend's clothing not too long ago. So why not using them as their Halloween costumes this year? However, it'll have new masks of Spot, Riya, and Cude to put on their faces; after Maxwell managed to craft three without breaking a sweat from days ago. He's really good with crafting in art classes, by the way. Hope their friends will gonna like this to celebrate this year's Halloween with the rabbit kids and their parents for fun. Happy Halloween to everyone and for my P-Pal; @murumokirby360 ! By the way, sorry if I forgot to added from my Day 26 Inktober art post for Sam's appearance; mostly his fur color that I accidentally left off after finishing my progress. My bad for mistakes like it gets me every time. 😥 Maxwell (in his owned Spot Speedster's original clothing and handmade mask), May (in her owned Riya Speedster's original clothing and handmade mask), Sam (in his owned Dude's original clothing and handmade mask), Windy (in her Zero Suit Samus outfit), and Scottie (in his Funky Kong outfit) created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360) Zero Suit Samus's outfit based on Super Smash Bros for 3DS/Wii U/Ultimate design; originally based on appearing from Metroid (1986) and Metroid: Zero Mission (2004) Nintendo ©️ Funky Kong's outfit based on originally from the Donkey Kong series; mostly its recent appearance from Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze (2018 Switch port) (2018) Nintendo ©️

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Ethan and Kaycee Masterlist 

Hello! I am in the process of tweaking the MC in my Ethan Universe from Casey MacTavish from Kaycee MacClennan. Casey will be in the Tobias/Casey universe only going forward.  She will also remain in any AU’s I have previously created for Ethan x Casey, and Ethan/Casey stories that are not being converted to Ethan/Kaycee can be found here.  I am updating my past Ethan/Casey stories, templates etc., however, it’s going to take a lot of time. So I appreciate your patience.  Although some of the character’s traits will change slightly, it will not be drastic so the storyline will stay largely the same.  I’m sorry for the confusion. 

Updated 02.14.2024

Meet Kaycee MacClennan  Meet Ethan & Kaycee Ethan & Kaycee Asks

SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION ABOUT ETHAN/CASEY AND ETHAN/KAYCEE CHANGES CAN BE FOUND HERE, HERE, AND HERE.  

⭐️ Personal Favorite 🔥 NSFW/18+ 🎭 Angst ☁️ Fluff 🎄 Holiday 💝 Val Day 📱 Text Fic  📷 Edits  🍼  Baby  ❤️‍🩹Angsty Fluff  🎨Fanart

In chronological order

Kismet Mini-Series  Beginning in childhood, six times Ethan & Kaycee met, before they “met” 

Perchance to Dream  🔥  After attending a convention together in Miami, Ethan tries to get through the night after, reluctantly, turning Casey away.  

While You Were Sleeping ☁️ ❤️‍🩹 ⭐️ Ethan confesses to a “sleeping” Kaycee in Minami Beach. 

Stop While You’re Ahead  ☁️ As they’re checking out of the hotel in Miami, Kaycee calls Ethan her husband. 

be happy... 🎭 Just weeks after returning from Miami, Ethan secretly watches Bryce fill the role he so eagerly wants for himself. 

Sweet Reaction  ☁️🐰 Springtime is doing strange things to Dr. Ramsey - but is that really the cause?

Picture Us ☁️ ⭐️ Ethan drives Kaycee home from the opera & she learns she is always closer to him than she realized.  (Post Ch. 12)  

Distance  🎭  Confused over Ethan’s mixed signals, Kaycee winds up drinking too much with her friends.  When Ethan shows up, he wants to help – but will he make things better or worse?  

Not a Date ☁️ There’s only one resident that can tame the beast.  There is only one person who could make her smile today.  Fortunately, they were brought together. 

Message Delivered ☁️ Friends don’t let friends text drunk, but Sienna had a rare slip up.  What did Kaycee say? And how would she face Ethan tomorrow? 

No Cure...  ❤️‍🩹☁️  Ethan leaves work early one day and runs into Kaycee at an unexpected place.  He's impressed with a project she's undertaken, but when he walks away he realizes, there is no cure.  [3.19.2023]

Home  🎭 ❤️‍🩹 ☁️  Ethan is reeling in the aftermath of the attack, and only one thing brings him back home. 

Stories above this line have been converted from Casey to Kaycee.  Some remaining below this line are part of the Ethan x Kaycee HC, but have not been converted yet, so you’ll still see “Casey” not “Kaycee” in the fics.  (It’s a lot of work!)

If you’re looking for an Ethan x Casey fic that will not be part of E/K’s HC, please go here.

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing -  📱 Kaycee teases Ethan while he's out shopping, saving the best surprise for the end.

Irreplaceable ☁️ When Casey sees Bryce teasing his latest conquest with a Tik Tok challenge, she decides to do the same to  Dr. “Reset”. (TikTok Tuesday)

Rapture   🔥  When Ethan spends a night at Kaycee’s apartment several weeks after the attack, she sets out to convince him that she’s not as fragile as he thinks.

A Very Scary Halloween  🎃  Kaycee is delighted to be attending their first party as a couple, but the evening takes a frightening turn for Ethan.

Abundance  ☁️💘 It's Valentine's Day at Edenbrook, and things are a little different for Kaycee this year.  It's their first Valentine's Day together, but they still have to keep things secret... and Ethan isn't helping.

Paging Dr. Worried  📱  Casey injures herself while out with friends, and Ethan’s inability to be there is driving him nuts.

Replies and Returns  ☁️ 📱🎄 (Text fic & mini-fic)  Ethan is usually the one to mess up texting, but as Kaycee and Bryce are out shopping for Christmas gifts, it’s her turn to screw up.  

With You  ❤️‍🩹 🔥 After dropping Louise off at rehab, Ethan & Kaycee share an emotional ride back to Boston.  Kaycee assures a worried Ethan that she is there for him, always… in every way.

Dream a Little Dream  ☁️  Kaycee is all too pleased to help Ethan satisfy his middle-of-the-night cravings, but when he realizes what the impetus is, he panics… how will Kaycee handle the discovery?

A Hard Task (Tik Tok Tuesday)  🔥   Casey needs to take matters into her own hands to get Ethan to put away his work.

Happy Returns 📱 Kaycee teases Ethan at a conference

Sound Asleep  ☁️  ❤️‍🩹   Kaycee sneaks quietly into bed after a long day, but soon finds herself helping her boyfriend sleep the night through.

Missing You  📱Kaycee has been away for four days helping her sick father, Ethan is missing her and began scrolling through photos - and this happened.

Off the Beaten Path  ☁️  Getting stuck in traffic on the way back to Boston teaches Ethan that sometimes detours are the best things of all.

What’s Cooking?  ☁️  Ethan wakes up to an unusual surprise.

Almost Home    ☁️   Kaycee is away at a conference, while back in Boston, Ethan realizes just how much life has changed.

Sorry, Tobias   ☁️  Tobias wants Kaycee to introduce him to her gorgeous friend, but when he won't take no for an answer, Kaycee has to set him straight.

Turning Red: A Holiday Tale  ☁️🎄 The usual mayhem ensues when Kaycee and her friends head out to do some holiday shopping at a local mall. She's elated to be done with shopping when she finally finds the perfect gift for Ethan, and then...

Technical Issues  📷 Ethan thinks he’ll have some fun with Kaycee, his only Instagram follower.  But....

Sweet Love  ☁️  Ethan finds Kaycee’s taste in breakfasts revolting. Ficlet prompt “How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me.”

Memory Lane  📱 Ethan’s working.  Kaycee’s not.  He takes a little trip down memory lane. 

Risky Business   📱Kaycee has an idea....

A Romcom Ending  ☁��� 💘  Ethan is thanking his lucky stars. Not only has he found his perfect woman, but she also knows what's important in life - each other. Their Valentine's Day plans are so simple... he's even looking forward to them until...

Not the Life of THIS Party   Ethan gets Kaycee hot and bothered when he tells her he's made a commitment for them.  Kaycee loves him, but she's not about to do this.

A Unique Blend  ☁️ 🎨 - (This is a story about Tobias & Ethan that takes place in the Ethan/Kaycee world)  Tobias insists he's found a coffee that tops Derry's, but Ethan isn't buying it. (Fanart by @bayleedrawsx​)

Celebration  ☁️ (Feat. Tobias Carrick)  Ethan isn't happy when Tobias announces he's leaving on a WHO mission. Kaycee humorously helps him understand why while getting a little payback to boot. In the end, is there anything to celebrate?

Fan Friction 📱Kaycee is a little excited.... Ethan is rolling his eyes. 

Thankful  ☁️ 🦃   Ethan and Kaycee’s Thanksgiving plans go awry, but they end up going better than they had planned. [ 11.23.2022]

This Christmas  ☁️ 🎄💍 🎨  Kaycee is eagerly looking forward to picking out their Christmas tree; but Ethan turns it into a night they’ll never forget.  (Fanart by @/artbyainna) [ 12.04.2022]

Picture This  ☁️ 🎨 Ethan and Kaycee are off to take engagement photos, but Ethan's reluctance is putting a damper on the mood.  (Fanart by @/artbyainna)

Choosing You  ☁️  This is in response to this ask.  How is Kaycee, a bonafide Swiftie, coping with the sad news? And how is Ethan coping with Kaycee?

Mamma Mia  ☁️  Kaycee's parents are moving out of their home, and while she's there helping pack up, she makes an unsettling discovery.   

Highways & Byways  ☁️    Ethan & Kaycee were on an early morning drive to Providence, and while Ethan didn't notice the signs, Kaycee did... and she found them inspiring. 😉 [ 03.28.2023] 

Patience  📱 Ⓜ️Kaycee’s mom asks Ethan why he hasn’t gotten her daughter an “official” engagement ring yet, and Ethan gets nervous.  This is a fun text exchange between him and Kaycee afterward. 

Are We Dating the Same Guy?  ☁️  Sienna's dating luck hasn't been as good as she had hoped, so on the advice of her best friend, Kaycee, she is looking to see if her matches appear in the "Are we dating the same guy? Boston/Cambridge", group on Facebook.  But instead of finding her most recent match, she finds... Ethan.  Here are Kaycee's (and Ethan's) reactions... as well as the post itself.

As Planned  ☁️ 💍Back in December, I posted This Christmas, when Ethan spontaneously (and ringlessly) proposed to Kaycee while shopping for a Christmas tree.  Now, I HC that the ring isn't terribly important to either of them... and with their busy lives, it's not at the top of their to-do list.  But after an engagement photo shoot without the "real" ring (Picture This), and Kaycee's mom expressing her concern (Patience), it begins to bother Ethan.  

This fic begins as Ethan and Kaycee are in NY, preparing to attend his med school buddy Reynaldo's wedding.  As they're getting ready, they learn Kaycee's first boyfriend, Tomas, and his girlfriend, Alessandra, have gotten married.  Then Ethan's plan goes into motion.  I hope you enjoy this! 

Hot Idea  ☁️ 💍 Ethan & Kaycee are poolside on one of the hottest days in Boston's history; Ethan's eager to go inside until Kaycee mentions wedding planning.  Then, there's a brilliant idea.

Sweet Start  ☁️  Ethan and Kaycee start her 32nd birthday off with much to look forward to.

I do. Me too.  ☁️ 👰🏼 🎨  They didn't want a lot of fuss, so they planned their "surprise wedding" in less than a month. On the morning of the big day, they remember they forgot to iron out a couple of details, but it all works out in the end. (Fanart by @/artbyainna)

Feeling Ancient  📱 ☁️ How often does Ethan think about the Roman Empire? 

Improvision  ☁️ 🦃  Newlyweds Ethan & Kaycee volunteer to work on Thanksgiving Day, but when their plan for a simple dinner together goes awry, Kaycee gets creative to make the day special.

Do You Want to Know a Secret?  ☁️  Casey and Ethan enjoy a night at the opera, but when they’re forced to leave early, it leads to a wonderful surprise.

Magic -  ☁️  🍼   Ethan rushes home from work when he can't get in touch with Casey, only to stumble upon a wonderful surprise.

Never Too Soon  ☁️  🍼 Casey wakes up in the middle of the night to listen in on a conversation Ethan is having with their daughter.

Times Are Changing  ☁️ 🍼  It’s 2:00 AM, and Ethan’s turn to tend to baby Emma.  When things don’t go well, it’s Kaycee to the rescue in more ways than one.

No Laughing Matter   📱 🍼 Text fic set shortly during Casey's first week back to work. Ethan is home with baby Emma.

Long Time Coming   🔥 Kaycee and Ethan have been looking forward to this night for a long time, but when things go wrong, Kaycee drowns her sorrows...can they salvage the night?

Brewed With Love  ☁️ 🍼 FANART with Fic -  Ethan & Casey introduce baby Emma to a special place. 

Dreams Come True  ☁️ 💐 🍼 Casey & Ethan share her first Mother’s Day with Emma.  

New Horizons   ☁️   It’s Kaycee’s last day at Edenbrook. While a friend is there to support her, Ethan and Emma are there to take her home.

Picking a Winner  📷 ☁️ Ethan posts a photo of their family pumpkin picking trip, and things go awry. 

Something New  ☁️ 01.18.23  Kaycee takes matters into her own hands when Ethan won't follow doctor's orders.

Candyland Part 1: Emma's World ☁️ 1.30.22 - Casey wants to try to trick Emma with the latest Tik Tok challenge. Ethan, her unwilling accomplice, is not thrilled with the results.

Perfection 💝 Ethan and Emma make Valentine’s pizza for Casey and learn some lessons along the way. 

Something New  ☁️ 05.08.23   It's a special day for Ethan, and his daughter, Emma, has a big surprise in store for him.

Promises Made, Promises Kept    ���️‍🩹01.27.23 -   Ethan starts a sweet tradition for his new wife, and it comes with a lifetime promise.

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🎃Inktober of 2021 - Day 8: 🐱👻Noteson meets Casper

Hey everyone! Sorry if I was too busy with my ongoing Inktober art drafts when I got few of them. There’s hope I could finished them all, but it’ll be hard when I’m supposed to be doing on other stuff to get it on at any moment. Nevertheless, here’s at least this one gotten made today with 🐱🎺Noteson and his brother 🐱🎧Mikey (on the top left) while walking this spooky graveyard that you’ve probably seen it from my Day 5 drawing. This time they suddenly meet 👻Casper the Friendly Ghost pop out of nowhere and took a frightening shock to Mikey in the process. 😱 For Noteson though, he won’t mind seeing this ghost being so terrifying while making friends with. From yesterday that I did with Ghost Type Pokémon and now for doing in friendly favors to Noteson when making friends with Casper. He’ll be happy to listen to Noteson’s trumpet playing music, but for Mikey? He would probably work it out eventually. 😅 By the way, Mikey’s expression face I’ve drawn in scary reaction is the same thing from my past Halloween drawing back in 2016; Coincidence after seeing his little brother as a ghost when Carrie from The Amazing World of Gumball dropping spills from her ghost potion by accident, huh? Sorry about bringing back your terrifying memories, Mikey.... Link Here

Noteson and Mikey created by me; BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360)

Casper - Casper the Friendly Ghost (Debut in 1945 in The Friendly Ghost Film); created by Seymour Reit, Joe Oriolo, and Vincent E. Valentine ll; published by Famous Studios in animation (1942-1957) before shut down by Paramount Pictures; and in comics by Harvey Comics (founded by Alfred Harvey back in 1941)

Previous Inktober Posts:

Day 4: 🌈🧟‍♂️🥜Joy Zombie Brown - Link Here #1

Day 5: 🦇Kirby Lucy Loud - Link Here #2

Day 6: ☕️🕷Muffet - Link Here #3

Day 7: 👻 Ghost Pokémon Approaches - Link Here #4