#also fucking rip molly. she ruled

[astralzeraphias]

on the mind

[jomiddlemarch]

Writing Patterns

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776 Thank you! 💜

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Hermione took a deep breath. 

“Thank you for agreeing to see me. You’re the only person I can ask,” Draco said.

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth: Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks.

It was not that he was waiting for her as much as that he was most often in the faculty sitting room at this hour and so was she and the staff knew to leave out a full tea service and also a magically chilled bottle of very dry amontillado, the color of her eyes. 

“I Owled Molly,” Hermione said, tossing the words over her shoulder while she fussed with the copper teakettle.

“Beltane, sex magic, and a botanical aphrodisiac,” Hermione said.

Taking in-house on-call at St. Mungo’s on Imbolc wasn’t the absolute worst, as far as Hermione was concerned.

“Be honest—”

“There used to be offices. Actual fucking offices, doors, windows, generic black and white landscape photography in a black frame because they wanted to be a little edgy, architect-school-wannabes,” Nina announced at the water cooler, which had been moved out of what was nominally the kitchen-slash-lounge, so that it was less appealing to stand around and chat.

It took a lot to shut them down in Jackson, but getting two feet of snow dumped over the course of a short winter’s night followed by plummeting temperatures effectively did the trick.

I think what I notice is I tend to start with someone talking OR a very long sentence. I occasionally mix that up for myself by starting with something very short. I also nearly always start with a main character vs. the setting.

Tagging @orlissa @trulybetty @nervousladytraveler @tortoisesshells @aquitainequeen @ladamedusoif and anyone else who wants to navel-gaze.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Dangerous Waters

❛❛Okay, I don’t know if you’re into writing “cheating” but what if Jay’s girlfriend is a doctor at Med with Will? They have a really bad shift, and head to Molly’s. Only, the reader and Will get drunk and have sex. They wake up and discover the regret they’ve done. So the reader has to face telling Jay what she’s done. (I’m sorry if that’s too specific) (Also, sorry if you have writing rules, I can’t find them if you do.)❜❜-Anon

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Reader, Will Halstead x Reader

Featuring: Jay Halstead, Y/N (Reader), Will Halstead, Sharon Goodwin, Connor Rhodes.

Summary: Y/n cheats on Jay with his brother Will and has to face the consequences.

WARNINGS: CHEATING, kissing, angst, crying, betrayal, sex, alcohol, lying, drunk sex, regrets, heartbroken, a whole lot of drama, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), errors I missed.

Word Count:4291

A/N: Got a Jay Halstead or Will Halstead or One Chicago request? Send it in!

Your hands shook in front of you. Tears blurring your eyes, body shaking. As your mind replayed what happened an hour ago. You still couldn’t get the image of that women dying out of your head. Her blood on your hands.

Will let out a heavy sigh, as he sat down next to you, signaling for drinks.

“It wasn’t your fault y/n,” Will spoke. Making you crane your neck to look at him. Lips trembling. Will gave you a sympathetic look.

“I killed her Will,” You gasped out. Will gave you a pain expression. His heart hurting at your pain.

“You couldn’t have known,” Will reassured you.

“I misdiagnosed her, Will, she’s dead because of me,” You sobbed. Trembling.

Will quickly grabbed your hands. Squeezing them gently.

“Y/n, hey, look at me it’s a common mistake, her symptoms mimicked other symptoms, I thought it was the same too,” Will reassured you.

You shook your head in denial.

“At the end of the day, her blood is still on my hands,” You gasped out. Looking away from Will.

“Hey,” Will sighed, letting go of your hands and grabbing underneath your chin. Put you pulled away from him.

“I have to get out of here, I need fresh air,” You gasped out. Standing up. Slightly wobbling on your feet. You quickly rushed out of the Molly’s. Will pulled out money from his pocket, putting it down on the counter. He quickly followed after you.

“Y/n, you really should go home, go see Jay,” Will suggested, catching up with you. Grabbing your forearm and spinning your around to face him.

“I can’t face Jay, I murdered someone,” You panicked, making some people look at Will and you with weird expressions on their faces. You were trembling. Lips quivering. Tears falling from your eyes.

“Hey, sh, you didn’t murder anyone, if you aren’t going home to Jay, at least stay at my place,” Will spoke.

You nodded your head. Making Will smile. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his side.

Will hailed a taxi. Opening the door for you. He helped you into the back of the taxi. Getting in after you.

Will told the taxi driver his address.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Will reassured you. Pulling closer to him. While you cried silently. Will rubbed his hand up and down your arm trying to comfort you.

“You need to breathe y/n, in and out,” Will instructed, breathing in and out, as he noticed your heavy breathing.

“She is okay?” The taxi driver asked, looking in the rear-view mirror.

“Just a panic attack,” Will told him. The taxi driver nodded his head. Looking back at the road.

“Hey, I’m here, I’ve got you,” Will reassured you.

The taxi stopped at Wills apartment. Will grabbed loose change from his pocket, handing it over to the driver.

Will opened the door, getting out first, then helped you out. Pulling you closer to his side. Rubbing your shoulder. Trying to keep you warm. While you rub your arms up and down your arms.

“Come on,” Will spoke, helping you walk up the steps. Will fished out his keys.

Opening the front door to the apartment, Will quickly rushed you inside.

Holding you tighter to his body as he walked up the steps. Guiding you up the steps.

“We’re nearly there,” Will told you. But your mind was on the women who died in your care.

“I’ve got you,” Will spoke, as he noticed your legs wobbling.

Will felt relieved as he finally got to his door. Taking out his apartment keys in his jumper pocket. Putting the keys in the keyhole. He unlocked his door. Opening the door, and assisting you in. Taking the keys out as he walked in.

Will closed the door behind him. While locking the door as well.

Walking you to his couch. He gently sat you down on the couch. Crouching in front of you.

“I’m going to get you a bottle of water,” Will spoke. Cupping the side of your face.

Heart breaking at the broken expression on your face. Will gave you another sad smile. Getting up and walking over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge. Grabbing a bottle of water. Will shut the fridge door. Twisting the cap off of the water bottle. Walking towards you.

Will sat down beside you.

“Here drink this,” Will spoke, handing you the bottle of water.

You took it with trembling hands. Bringing it up to your mouth. Parting your lips. You took a small sip. Then put the water bottle on the coffee table.

Your eyes hurt from crying. Body shaking.

“Y/n,” Will spoke, as he noticed you were still shaking.

Will grabbed underneath your chin, turning your head to look at him.

Both of you looking into each other’s eyes.

“You didn’t kill her, it was an accident,” Will reassured you.

“She’s still dead because of me,” You sniffled out.

Will looked at you with a sad expression.

Your eyes looking intently into his. Will instantly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Making your breath hitch.

Both of you leaning closer to each other.

You knew you shouldn’t have done what you did next, but your mind wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe it was the alcohol or how close he was, but all you could think about has his lips on yours, his body pressed against yours.

Without thinking you pressed your lips against his softly. Will and you let out a tiny gasp. What are you doing your subconscious screamed at you. You quickly pulled away. Eyes wide with shock. This was your boyfriend's brother. You kissed your boyfriend's brother.

“I’m sorry, I should go,” You gasped out, you went to get up but Will stopped you, grabbing your forearm. Making you sit back down.

“Wait,” Will spoke. You looked at him with wide eyes.

Both of you stared at each other. Will let go of your forearm, grabbing the side of your face. His lips pressing against yours passionately. Eyes fluttering closed.

You should have pulled away, but you didn’t. Instead, your fingers raked through his hair. Gripping his hair and pulling him even closer to you.

Will’s hands trailed down to your waist. Gripping it tightly. He pulled you onto his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Bodies pressed together. Kissing each other feverishly. Will stood up. Lips still attached to yours. Holding your waist, as he navigated his way to his bedroom.

Will delicately laid you on his bed. Hovering over you. Pressing his body against yours.

Hands ripping each other’s jackets off. The kiss turned heated, taking each other’s shoes off. Stripping each other’s clothes off. Naked bodies pressed together.

Your hands wandered down his body. One of your hands grabbing his shaft, making Will let out a moan. Aligning his tip with your entrance.

“You are an impatient one,” Will hummed, against your lips. Making you moan.

His right hand grabbed the side of your face, while the other one gripped your wrist, guiding your hand that was holding his shaft to enter you.

You pulled your lips away from Wills. A loud moan escaping your mouth.

Will trailed kisses down to your neck. Smirking against your skin, as he pulled out of you then thrusted back in. His hands pinning your hands above your head, as he thrusted into you at a fast pace.

One of his hands grabbed underneath your chin. While the other one grabbed your waist. Your hands immediately grabbed his back. Digging your nails into his skin, then dragging them down, scratching his back.

“Fuck,” Will moaned, against your neck. Fastening his pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels digging into his ass. Tilting your head back. Eyes squeezed shut, digging your nails into his back even more. Moans bouncing off of the walls. Your toes curled as you felt waves of pleasure course through your body.

“You feels so good,” Will moaned against your neck. Your walls tightening around his shaft, with every thrust. His hips slamming against yours with every thrust. Will knew he wouldn’t last long, especially when your walls kept clenching around him with every thrust.

Will’s hand on your waist trailed down to were he and you were connected. Pressing his thumb against your clit. Rubbing circles on your clit. Fastening pace. Which made you see stars.

“Fuck,” You moaned, as you felt a familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach. Digging your nails into Will’s back, even more, drawing blood. Will’s hand slipped away from underneath your chin, grabbing your boob instead.

Making you see black spots. Loud moans escaping your mouth. Hair splayed out on the pillow. Back arching as your orgasm.

“Come, baby,” Will moaned out. As he felt his climax arise.

Will buried his face into the crook of your neck, as you released on his cock, walls tightening. This was Will’s undoing. His cock convulsing. Toes digging into the sheets.

He let out a groan, with one last thrust he released his seed inside of you.

Will softened inside of you. Collapsing on top of you. He carefully rolled off of you, pulling out. Pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder as he rolled off of you. You let out a small whimper. The two of you breathing heavily.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Will spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. Drawing lazy circles on your arm.

“It feels like it,” You mumbled, looking up at his ceiling.

“Get some rest,” Will ordered you. Wrapping his arm around you. Pulling you closer to his body. Your eyes felt heavy as you snuggled into his chest. The sound of his heart beating luring you to sleep.

Will pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head. Laying his head back down on the pillow. His eyes fluttering closed…

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A groan escaped your mouth, as you opened your eyes. You snuggled into the warm chest, thinking it was Jay but you were so wrong, your eyes slowly started to flutter closed again, when you registered that this wasn’t Jay’s bedroom.

Eyes widening in horror and shock. Pushing yourself away from the body you thought was Jay’s but it turned out to be Will’s.

Your heart leapt to your throat. You felt like you were going to be sick. Feeling lightheaded. You grabbed the sheet. Wrapping it around your naked body.

“Shit,” You cursed. Rushing to get out of his bed, Taking the sheet with you.

Fuck,” You cursed out, as you searched for your clothes. Memories flashing back of last night, how Will comforted you, how wasted you were, how he took you back to his place, the kiss you two shared, then the making out that lead to sex. His body pressed against yours.

You were a horrible person. A horrible girlfriend.

You should have gone home to Jay, and none of this would have happened.

Will’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of the commotion.

Will looked at you in shock. Gulping as it dawned on him what happened last night. Memories of last night rushing back to him.

Both of you looking at each other in shock.

“You can’t tell Jay,” He panicked, getting up and putting his boxers on. As you rushed out of his room.

“I can’t lie to him,” You gasped out. Putting your shoes on.

“If he finds out he will hurt me then you,” Will spoke, grabbing your forearm and spinning you around to face him.

“I’m not going to lie to him.” You sobbed. Tears gathering in your eyes.

“You have to, this will kill him, it will break his heart,” Will pleaded. Heart racing.

“I can’t lie to him, Will,” You whimpered. Pulling out of his grasp.

“Please, y/n,” Will begged, as you walked away from him. Opening his door and exiting. Rushing doing his steps and out of his apartment. The cold air of Chicago nipping at your skin. At this point, it didn’t bother you. You deserved to be cold for what you did.

Will felt like the walls were closing in on him after you left. He rubbed his hand down his face…

You quickly took out your phone as you saw messages from Jay, and 30 missed phone calls. Feeling your heart sink. Tears blurring your eyes.

Where are you?

Are you okay? did something happen?

Your car is all done at the shop, I brought it back to my place.

Babe?

Just call me when you can.

Don’t let me send a search party out for you.

I hope nothing bad has happened to you, I love you,

You sniffled as you looked at the messages, unlocking your phone, going into the curb app, and ordering a taxi, putting in the address you were currently at and the one you wanted to go to. Paying for it.

Exiting the app you went into your messages. Heart-wrenching at all the messages Jay left you. The guilt of last nights events eating away at you. You were a horrible girlfriend. You didn’t deserve him.

The sound of the taxi pulling up beside you made you look up. You quickly got in the back seat. Huddling close to the door, the car took off.

Throughout the taxi ride, you looked out the window. Drowning in guilt at what you did. How could you do this to Jay your subconscious screamed at you. Putting yourself down. You didn’t notice the taxi driver arrived at Jay’s place.

“Miss, you’re here,” The taxi drivers spoke. Bringing you out of your self-loathing.

“Oh, right,” You gasped out. Opening the door and getting out. Closing the door as you got out.

Taking small steps towards Jay’s place. Putting your phone back in your jacket pocket.

Heart beating in your ears, as you slowly entered his apartment. You felt your whole-body trembling. Throat feeling dry. You took out the keys he gave you. Putting them in the keyhole and unlocking the door.

You felt like you were going to faint as you entered his place. Or your heart was going to explode.

“Hey, I was worried about you,” Jay sighed heavily, hearing the door open, he looked relieved to see you. His happy expression turned into a look of worry as he saw how disheveled you looked.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Jay asked. His heart rate fastening. You didn’t deserve his worry or him. you thought to yourself.

“I did something horrible,” You sobbed out. Tears falling from your eyes. Making Jay’s heart ache.

Jay’s brows furrowed. Forehead crinkling.  Cupping the side of your face.

“What happened? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” Jay asked.

You shook your head. Taking a step back from him. Making Jay look at you with a hurt expression.

“Y/n, your starting to worry me, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, ” Jay sighed. Trying to come closer but you took a step back.

“I don’t deserve your love Jay, not after what I’ve done, there’s no fixing it, there is no coming back from it,” You sobbed out. Lips quivering.

“Baby, What happened? Did that prick ex of yours get to you, did he say something? Because if he did,  I am going to find his deadbeat ass and beat him up,” Jay threatened. Voice wavering with anger.

You shook your head no. Making Jay even more worried.

“I cheated on you,” You confessed. The colour in Jay’s face drained. His eyes looked so hurt it broke your heart. You looked away from him. Letting out a sob.

Jay felt like the whole world was crashing around him. His heartbreaking in two. Tears gathered in his eyes.

“Who?” Jay growled, making you gulp, he couldn’t even look at you. You didn’t blame him though.

“Some stranger,” You lied. You didn’t want to tell him it was Will because you didn’t want to cause a rift in their relationship.

Jay clenched his jaw. Clenching his fist.

“I can’t even look at you,” He growled, but the hurt was evident in his voice.

“I have to go to work,” He spoke. Still not looking at you.

“Jay,” You mumbled.

“It’s over y/n, don’t be here when I come back,” Jay snapped, walking past you, and out of the door.

You let out a sob, falling against the door. Sliding down it. Putting your head in your hands as you let out a loud sob.

Jay heard you crying from the other side of the door. But he was in too much pain, you broke his heart by being unfaithful.

Jay quickly wiped his fallen tears away. Sniffling.  Putting on a brave face, even though he was falling apart on the inside. He then dashed over to his truck. Getting in the truck.  Putting the keys into the ignition and starting the truck. Taking the handbrake off and driving away…

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You numbly sat near the door. Head resting against the door. Heart hurting. Your eyes were red and hurting from crying. You would have cried some more, but you had no tears left to cry. You felt numb.

Taking your phone out of your jacket pocket. Your breath hitched as you saw your screensaver. It was a selfie of Jay and you.

“I’m so sorry Jay,” You sobbed out. Unlocking your phone.

You quickly went into the contact app. Scrolling through your contacts till you found Connors. Tapping the contact. You quickly pressed the call option. Holding the phone up to your ear. The sound of the phone ringing made you even more anxious.

“Hey, y/n/n,” Connor spoke cheerfully. Making you smile slightly.

“Hey, Connor is that job position still available that you sent me?” You asked voice hoarse.

“Yeah, are you alright?” Connor responded. Noticing how your voice sounded.

“I just think it’s time for a change,” You spoke. Ignoring his question.

“I can put it a good, when were you thinking of coming?” Connor spoke.

“Soon, like today if that’s cool with you,” You replied.

“Yeah, I’m surprised Jay is letting you go to another city, is he coming with?” Connor spoke. Making you squeeze your eyes shut. Heart pounding against your rib cage.

“I have to go, see you soon,” You spoke, ignoring his reply. Hanging up on him.

You let out a sniffle. Getting up and walking over to the bedroom you shared with Jay, well his bedroom.

Grabbing your two suitcases, you put all your clothes and shoes in the suitcases, as well as your toiletry products. Zipping the bags up. Grabbing the handles of the suitcases and putting them on the ground. Putting the handles up. You looked around his bedroom one last time. Slightly smiling. Heart still hurting.

You slowly turned around, walking out of the room. Stopping in the middle of the room. Your eyes caught sight of a blank piece of paper.

Rushing over to it. You quickly grabbed the pen, writing on the piece of paper.

please know that it wasn’t your fault I cheated, I love you so much Jay, don’t ever forget that.- y/n

Placing his keys next to the note.  Grabbing your car keys that were next to the note. You looked around his apartment one last time with a pained expression, your heart feeling heavy. You just wish you could redo that night, and not go home with Will.

You walked back to your two suitcases. Gripping the handles walking slowly to the door. You opened his door. Making sure you locked it, as you walked out of his apartment and his life.

Unlocking your car. You opened the boot. Putting your suitcases in the boot. You closed the boot. Letting out a sigh, as you looked at Jay’s apartment complex one last time, before getting into the driver’s side.

You put the keys in the ignition. Turning your car on. Putting the transmission into drive. Putting the handbrake down. Speeding off, driving straight to the hospital.

You parked your car near the hospital. Putting the handbrake up. Getting out and locking your car.

Taking deep breaths as you walk into the hospital, going to Sharon’s office.

You knocked gently on her door. Then opened it.

Sharon smiled as she saw you enter her room.

“Y/n, if this is about the death of your patient yesterday you are off the hook,” Sharon spoke.

“It’s not about that,” You replied.

Sharon looked at you. Her expression turning into a look of worry, as she saw you fiddling with your thumbs.

“Connor sent me this job offer at where he works, and I am going to take it,” You told her.

“Oh, okay, does Jay, know you took the job?” She spoke. Making your heart race at the mention of Jay’s name.

“Y/n, if this is about the patient you lost yesterday,” Sharon spoke, but you cut her off.

“I need a fresh start,” You spoke quickly. Sharon nodded her head.

“Okay, well we are going to miss you around here at med,” Sharon spoke. Standing up and coming over to you.

“I’ll miss all of you too,” You spoke. Smiling at her as she took your hands in hers.

Sharon wrapped her arms around you. Hugging you tightly.

You held it together. You didn’t want her to know the real reason you were leaving.

“Your position is always open if you ever come back to Chicago,” Sharon told you, as she pulled away from you. You smiled at her, as tears pricked your eyes.

“I will let you get back to work,” You spoke. Making Sharon smile. She placed her hand on the side of your face. Gently patting the side of your face.

“Take care, y/n,” She spoke. Making you smile.

“You too,” You responded. Turning around and walking out of her office. You smiled at the other Doctors, patients and nurses as you walked out of the hospital. Taking out your car keys. Pressing the unlock button on the keys. You opened the driver's side door. Looking back at the hospital. Smiling slightly at it before getting into the car.

Putting the car keys in the ignition. Starting the car up.

You let out a sigh, as you put the car into drive, putting the handbrake down. You pressed your foot down on the accelerator, speeding off…

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You let out a small chuckle, as you drove into Connor’s driveway. Putting your car in park, then putting the handbrake up as you gawked at his house. Turning the car off. You pulled the keys out of the ignition. Getting out of the car as you continued to look at his house.

Connor quickly rushed out of his house. Coming over to you.

“If it isn’t y/n/n,” Connor greeted you. Wrapping his arms around you. Picking you up and spinning you around. You let out a giggle. Making Connor's heart swell. He missed you so much.

“Hey, if I knew you had a house like this, I would have come sooner,” You spoke. Making Connor let out a chuckle.

“And not for me,” Connor pouted, as you slightly pulled away to look at him. Putting you back on your feet. But his arms were still around you.

“And for you,” You chuckled. Tapping the tip of his nose with your index finger.

“God, I missed you,” He sighed. Hugging you again.

“I missed you too,” You sighed.

“Is it cool, if I crash with you for a little while?” You asked.

“Of course you can crash with me, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t let my best girl crash with me, try not to cramp my bachelor lifestyle,” Connor teased. Making you roll your eyes at the last part.

“I’ll try,” You spoke, voice cracking. Connor noticed. You pulled away from him. Opening the boot.

“Hey, are you okay?” Connor asked as he noticed your sad expression. Your eyes slightly widening.

“I’m fine, just a little tired,” You responded, as Connor helped take your bags out.

“Is Jay hiding somewhere in your car, I’m surprised Jay isn’t with you attached to you,” Connor spoke, peaking into your car.

The mention of Jay’s name made your heartache. Tears pricking your eyes.

“Y/n,” Connor spoke. Noticing you were crying. As well as your whole demeanor changing.

“We broke up,” You gasped out. Closing the boot. You quickly pressed the lock button on the keys.

“Oh, I didn’t see that coming, look, y/n, I’m sure everything will work out, he will come rushing over here, and try to win you back. You are his whole world,” Connor reassured you. Making your heart hurt even more.

“I cheated on him with his brother,” You confessed to Connor. Making Connor look at you surprised.

“Well…um...” Connor spoke lost for words. Trying to rack his brain for the right words.

“Except I didn’t tell him it was his brother,” You spoke.

“It’s better this way, that I moved away from Chicago,” You spoke again, voice wavering with so much pain.

“For you or him?” Connor asked.

“ Everyone,” You responded. Looking down at the ground. Ashamed of yourself.

“Come here,” Connor softly spoke. Wrapping his arms around you again. Pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I’m always here for you, no matter what wrongs you do,” Connor spoke softly. Pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You are always a good friend to me, Come on I’m cooking dinner,” You spoke. Pulling away from him. You pressed a soft kiss on Connor’s cheek making his heart beat faster.

“I’ll take your bags in,” Connor spoke. Winking at you as you smiled at him. Walking past him and up to his stairs. Missing the longing glance that Connor sent you…

[stuckasmain]

Ghost (1990) review-

I swear these photo shoots are so fucking weird? Just makes them look like a throuple with a eclectic fashion sense lmao.

First thoughts-

I don’t know why I went in expecting it not to be good? (Despite the leads being like top tier stars??) I was also under the impression that the pottery scene™️ would happen while he’s a ghost? Ghost fuckery(literally-) and I was freaking because they can’t touch anything it’s the basic rule. Luckily it was before but anyway.

The movie was actually pretty damn great?! And it reminded my why I love ghosts so much - they’re such a good tool for tragic storytelling but also just interesting in general. I like to think their real just for fun. (Just to like to think there’s something after death you know- even if it is just limbo in old clothes-) and I’ll give them credit for doing some good ghost lore and world building. However my criticism is: not enough ghosts! There’s a few that show up and he only talks to 3 - which is dull for a “they’re everywhere” sort of thing. Rip to subway ghost I’m sorry Bud.

It’s a good love story and a take of  grief as well that we want so bad to believe in something that we’ll try and make it true. I love that. However how she believes and doesn’t believe after finding out she’s a scam artist- despite the fact the information she gave was memories you wouldn’t find in the trash or mail??? I get it was probably for the plot but cmon!

So speed round:

A scam medium becoming the real deal is clever and hysterical and I love it. Oda Mae is everything.

I actually like that she can’t see him either just hear him? That’s actually wild I haven’t seen that done or I haven’t watched enough ghost related movies.

I hated Molly’s haircut the whole film I’m sorry. You can do short hair but just something about it?

Sam wheat deserves the world low key

I like how he goes full blown poltergeist half way though but I also liked when he was first a ghost. He can’t really talk or touch but he sits there around all day. Watching you know, giving his commentary

Honestly we did not deserve the sarcasm and one liners and the comedy of the movie in general

It did genuinely make me emotional, not a lot of movies do that and I’m surprised this one did

Genuinely love this movie and that’s not much crush on Patrick Swayze talking or my love for Whoopi either lmao.

[hp-nextgen-fest]

2020 HP Next Gen Fest Reveals!

The time has finally come for the 2020 @hp-nextgen-fest reveals! Thank you so very much to everyone who has made this fest such an amazing success! We were incredibly impressed with the overwhelming enthusiasm you all have for our favorite Next Gen characters. Everyone who submitted stories and art, and those who read, reviewed and recced: You guys are amazing!! It's been really great seeing everybody's fantastic creations, and we hope you all enjoyed the fest as much as we did! Without further ado, here's a list of all the amazing participants who worked so hard to create fabulous things for this year's fest!

ART

@miakagrewup drew AcciDental Magic [Rose, Hugo, & Grandparents | General] Hermione and Ron are called away for a case and left without their usual child-minder when Molly falls ill. Hermione’s parents step up to keep Hugo and Rose, in spite of Hermione’s warning that the two little ones have some big issues with accidental magic. The story is told comic book style, with illustrations and voice bubbles.

@eleonorapoe drew Woke up married! [James Sirius/Teddy | General] They get well and truly bladdered at Albus's stag do and wake up in bed together with matching wedding bands...

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@julcheninred drew Introduction [Albus, Severus, & Albus Severus | General] Albus Severus Potter gets to know the men he's named for by asking them about the experiences, memories, and motives that shaped their lives.

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[minister-for-femslash]

The Lovers

Summary: After a close call, Beau and Yasha are forced to confront their feelings and have a long overdue conversation. 

Pairing: Beau/Yasha

Word Count: 7,061

Warnings: Character death (temporary) 

Yasha goes down first.

Two guards are on her, flanking her and as she deflects the first blow with the Magician's Judge, the second is thrust deep in her back.

Beau hears them laugh and turns just in time to see Yasha fall. She knocks back the guard she's been fighting with a quick kick to the chest and charges over. She swings her staff, high and wide, and cracks the guy that stabbed Yasha in the back of the head. He drops dead instantly. The other is already bringing his sword down to finish Yasha off and Beau almost doesn't get her staff up in time to deflect the blow.

She stands over Yasha. Positions herself defensively. Protecting her.

It's awkward.

Yasha's arms are splayed out. Beau can't quite get in the right place to take Patient Defence. The guard flies towards her, swinging his sword. The blade carves through her flesh. She takes more blows than she's expecting. Blood pours down her arms. It streaks across her fingers and her grip on her staff becomes slippy.

She's losing and Beau knows it. But that's okay. She just needs to hold him at bay. She just needs to protect Yasha long enough for Jester or Caduceus to deal with their own problems and throw out a quick healing spell. She can do that.

And then it all goes wrong.

The guard aims for her chest and Beau instinctively steps back. Her foot lands on the hilt of the Magician's Judge. She stumbles. It's all the opening the guard needs.

His blade slices through her throat.

Beau hears someone scream. She thinks it might be Jester and when a brightly coloured lollipop slams into the side of the guard's head, knocking him out, she's certain.

Beau's hands clamp down on her neck. Blood pours out. It's spills through her fingers, down her arms and seeps into her robes. She tries to speak, but nothing comes out but a gurgle and Beau knows, she just broke Dairon's cardinal rule; stay alive.

Her vision blurs and her knees buckles. She collapses down, landing on something soft instead of the cold, hard ground. Yasha. It's the last thought she has before the world fades to black.

-----

The ground feels wet beneath her cheek. There's music, it echoes around her; happy and bright, a song of invitation. Her eyes open and she sees grass, bright and green, and multiple pairs of feet moving past her.

Beau rolls onto her back. There's no pain, not in her chest and not in her throat, but she checks anyway. The wounds are gone, and so is the blood, her robes are now somehow pristine, like the day she first got them, there's no sign of sweat or dirt.

She sits up and checks the rest of her, and is surprised to find she's fine, better than fine in fact, not only have her wounds gone but so have her scars, some of them years, even decades old, including the one on her chest, the one that...

Yasha...

It hits her like a punch to the gut, the memory of the sword ripping through Yasha, and Beau quickly vaults to her feet. She spins round, desperately searching, but there's no sign of Yasha. No sign of Jester, or Caleb, or any of the others. She's not in the castle any more, she not in Rosohna any more. The sun is high, it shines bright and Beau can feel the heat on her skin. The sky is the brightest of blues and there are trees, tall with thick branches and bright green leaves.

In the distance is a large blue circus tent, with a little flag on top that seems to shimmer with a a type of ethereal glow.

More people move past her. They're happy, with large, and in Beau's opinion creepy – too much teeth – smiles on their faces. Some of them are running, one or two are even skipping their way towards the tent which suddenly looks eerily familiar, almost like Beau has seen it before.

The music gets louder and it's gentle harmony washes over her, wraps around her like a soft warm blanket and beckons her forward.

Beau walks towards the tent.

“I wouldn't go in there if I were you.”

The voice causes Beau to stop dead. A sharp chill runs through her and goosebumps rise on the back of her neck.

“Apparently they have a toad man who turns people into zombies.”

And now Beau remembers where she's seen that tent before. Trostenwald. The circus.

She turns and standing just a few feet behind her is a familiar purple tiefling. His red eyes shine bright, and the jewels and diamonds that adorn his horns and his fingers sparkle under the sunlight. He's missing his cloak and his swords, but his smile is exactly as she remembers it, large and just a little bit cocky.

“Hey Molly.”

“Hey.” A deck of tarot cards suddenly appears in his hand and he spins them nimbly between his fingers. “Fancy a reading?”

Beau frowns. “No thanks. You know I hate that crap.”

“You sure? It's an afterlife special, any question answered with complete and total honesty.”

“Afterlife? So I'm dead then?”

“Yeah, but you already knew that, and I don't think it's going to stick.” With a flick of his wrist a card jumps out of the deck and Molly catches it between his teeth.

Beau gives him a slow, sarcastic clap, Molly bows anyway and then holds the card out for her. Beau takes it with more than a little reluctance.

The background is bright yellow, a young man with blonde hair and a stick slung over his shoulder stands on a rocky shore as a wave crashes behind him. His hand is stretched out and in his palm rests a single white rose.

“I don't get it.”

“That's because you're not looking close enough.”

Beau sighs and brings the card closer. The image shimmers and changes, the blonde man transforming into a blue tiefling in a pretty yellow dress, the stick turning into a large serrated lollipop and the white rose becoming a diamond that Beau is certain is worth at least three hundred gold. The words at the bottom of the card read 'The Jester.'

“Revivification?”

“Told ya', it isn't going to last, so take your chance while you have.” Molly fans out the cards in front of her. “What do you want to know? Ask me anything?”

“Is Yasha okay?”

Molly hums, he clicks his fingers and another card jumps out of the desk. This one hangs in the air between them, slowly rotating. Beau can see that it's blank and she frowns. Molly, however, stares at it intently and with a click of his fingers the card sparks, flames shoot out, consuming it, devouring it and leaving behind nothing but ash and smoke that rises up towards the sky.

“Yasha is Yasha. But she's alive, I'll take that,” Molly says.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You did good, protecting her the way that you did. I'm proud of you.”

“Thanks. I just wish I could've done the same for you.”

“Oh that's... That's -” he gives a dismissive wave of his hand - “water under. It wasn't your fault.”

“You sure about that. 'Cause I was right fucking there and I couldn't do anything. I should've been faster or smarter or something. You shouldn't be dead.”

“Ah, but death is never the end. It's just the beginning of a different journey.”

Beau rolls her eyes. “Come on, are you really trying to sell me that bullshit cliché?”

“It might be a bullshit cliché, but it also happens to be the truth, which is nice for me.”

“So you're good?” Beau asks.

“As much as anybody can be, yes.”

Beau feels the overwhelming urge to hug him and so she does. Molly squeezes her tight, lifts her off her feet.

“I miss you,” Beau whispers.

“Of course you do. Who wouldn't?”

There's a loud crack and a roll of thunder, the sun fades and the sky turns grey. Lightening streaks across the sky. It hits the tent and it quickly bursts into flames.

“I think that's your exit,” Molly says.

Beau's body becomes heavy, her legs begin to shake as she struggles to stay on her feet. She looks at the cards in his hands and presses her lips together. She's tempted, incredibly tempted. She reaches for Molly and grabs his hand, and for a moment he's the only thing holding her up.

“Will I see you again?”

“I can practically guarantee it, just not anytime soon, I hope.”

“What if I don't want to go back?”

“Don't be ridiculous. She's waiting for you. Here. Take this -” he presses something into the palm of her hand - “she won't be able to tell you, so you'll have to tell her. Bye Beau.”

“Bye Molly.”

He lets go of the her hand and Beau drops. She closes her eyes as she hits the ground and then just falls right through. Falls, and falls, and falls.

-----

Beau gasps.

The air floods back into her lungs. Her heart suddenly kick starts, once again pounding in her chest, and a warmth slowly spreads through her.

Something is wrapped around her; large, muscular arms that seem to cradle her.

“Beau, Beau!” Jester's voice is high, panicked. “Be okay, Beau. Please. Please be okay.”

A hand grasps Beau's own and squeezes it tight, and she slowly opens her eyes. Her vision is blurry and she has to blink, once and then twice before it begins to clear. Jester leans over her, her face so close that Beau has to pull back. Jester's eyes are wide and Beau thinks she can see tear stains on her cheeks.

“Beau!”

“Hey.”

“You're alive again.” Jester throws herself forward and hugs Beau's waist.

“We were worried there for a minute, I thought I was going to have to find a new first mate,” Fjord says.

The Mighty Nein are crowded around her, each with their own look of concern.

“I'm okay, I'm good.” Beau tries to lift herself up and the world immediately starts to spin.

“I got you,” Yasha whispers in her ear.

Beau feels Yasha's arms tighten just slightly and she's pulled back down, being cradled once again, and Beau doesn't hate it. Her heart beat quickens, for just a second, there's this flutter. Yasha's grip is comfortingly strong. “We should go.” Yasha stands up and Beau is gently lifted into the air.

It's not the most ideal situation, but being carried by Yasha is definitely a good way to travel, so Beau doesn't complain and just rests her head against Yasha's chest. She's tired, exhausted even and her eyes close. When she opens them again, the first thing she sees is their tree with it's vibrant green leaves, perched on top of their roof. Yasha has carried her all the way back to the Xhorhouse and she missed it.

Veth rushes ahead and opens the door so that Yasha can carry her across the threshold, and then lay her down on the small sofa in living room, her feet hanging off the side. Jester quickly grabs a cushion and places it behind her head, before she sits on the floor next to her, her tail swishing from side to side.

“I was so worried, Beau,” she says. “You didn't come back right away, like Veth and Caduceus did. I thought it didn't work.”

“Yeah, sorry, I was...” Beau stops. She thinks of Molly, of his smile and of the card that he thrust into her hand. There's no card in her hand now, and then she looks at Yasha, who has disappeared into the kitchen and is currently pouring water into a bowl, and decides that there's no need to mention Molly. “Just being stubborn, I guess.”

Jester laughs. “Well, I'm glad you're back.”

“Me too.”

Yasha comes back with the bowl of water and a cloth. She sits on the sofa, right next to Beau's hip and as she dips the cloth into the water Beau pulls back slightly and tries to sit up because letting Yasha carry her back is one thing, but this, this is making her feel babied, like she's a burden.

“I'm fine.”

“You're hurt,” Yasha says.

“No really, I'm good.” Her hand instinctively goes to her neck. The wound is gone, completely but her robes and her skin are covered in dry blood. The slashes on her arms and chest are still there.

“Please,” Yasha says. “Just let me help you.”

Beau softens a little.

“I can cast cure wounds, but I'd need to sleep first,” Jester tells her.

“No it's... It's okay, I'll cooperate.” Beau slowly removes her robe. Her wounds throb and pulse with pain, and she grimaces as she throws it over the side of the sofa, where it's quickly scooped up by Caduceus and she's left in just her tank top.

Yasha gently pushes it up and her fingers brush against Beau's waist. Beau's mouth goes dry as Yasha's hands move across her stomach, her fingers almost dancing around the wounds.

“Am I hurting you?” Yasha asks.

“No, you erm -” Beau clears her throat - “you have a very soft touch.” It's so cheesy and Beau regrets the words the moment she says them.

Yasha laughs. “Good to know.”

And now Beau doesn't feel so bad.

“Hey, Jester,” Fjord says. “Do you want to come and give me a hand with this?”

“Okay, sure.” After another quick glance at Beau, Jester jumps to her feet and follows Fjord upstairs.

Yasha waits until it's just the two of them before she takes the cloth and presses it against Beau's skin. There's a flash of pain and Beau's body tenses, her stomach muscles twitching, and Yasha freezes.

“Sorry,” she says.

“It's okay.”

Yasha moves slower this time. She deals with the wounds first; taking so much time and so much care that Beau barely feels the damp cloth moving across her skin. Yasha's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, her tongue poking out from between her lips. She looks so intense, so beautiful that Beau can't help but watch her.

With the wounds cleaned as best they can be, Yasha moves on to wiping the blood from Beau's neck and chest, the water in the bowl slowly turning a deep, dark red. Yasha's hand rests on Beau's hip, her grip tightening slightly as she concentrates.

When Yasha is finished she drops the cloth into the bowl and places it on the floor. She doesn't move back and she doesn't remove her hand, instead she looks up and Beau is caught off guard by the intensity of her gaze.

“Thank you, for what you did,” Yasha says.

“No p...”

“But please, don't do that again. I don't think I could stand losing you. I definitely couldn't stand being the reason you're gone.

“Yasha....”

“Promise me.”

“I can't promise I won't die.”

“Then promise you won't die for me.”

Yasha stares up at her and Beau can see tears forming in her eyes, it makes her want to promise, to say yes to everything and anything that Yasha wants, but she can't. She can't because she knows that it's a promise she won't be able to keep, if Yasha's in trouble she'll jump into the fray without a thought, she knows that now.

So she doesn't promise, instead she places her hand on Yasha's cheek. Beau leans forward, making her intentions clear and that's when Yaha finally pulls back.

“I should let you rest,” Yasha says.

“Right, yeah, okay.” Beau watches as Yasha practically rushes from the room before she throws herself back against the sofa.

'Fuck.'

She stays on the sofa for a few minutes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment before she decides to head upstairs and at least try to get some sleep.

Jester is already in their room, perched on the edge of her bed, drawing in her journal. “Hey Beau, are you okay?”

“Yeah fine, I'm just tired.” Beau flops down onto her bed and immediately closes her eyes.

“Shouldn't you be downstairs with Yasha?” There's a wet smacking sound and when Beau opens her eyes she sees Jester puckering her lips in an over exaggerated kissing motion.

“Yeah. I don't think that's going to happen.”

“Why not? She likes you, I can tell.”

“Well, she clearly doesn't like me enough. I think I'm going to get some sleep.”

“Okay. I'm going to stay up and draw for a little while. Look.” Jester turns her journal around and she shows Beau the drawing. It's not finished, but Yasha's face is very clear, contorted in agony as she holds something not yet drawn. “It's you and Yasha.”

“Jester that's -” Beau takes a breath and smiles - “really good.”

“Thanks.”

Despite Beau's best efforts she doesn't get a lot of sleep that night, she just tosses and turns, and the sound of Jester's gentle humming, which most nights she finds relaxing, even comforting, is tonight just an obstacle to her sleep, and when the humming finally stops as Jester herself falls asleep, it's replaced by the incessant whistle of the wind outside.

When she does finally fall asleep she's plagued by a nightmare; Jester's drawing, in technicolour and surround sound. Yasha screaming, it's a horrifying sound, even in her dreams and when she wakes up, her ears still ringing with it and Beau knows that there's no way she can go back to sleep now, despite still feeling exhausted.

Beau takes a shower, allowing the hot water to wash away her last few aches and pain. She looks down at the scar on her chest. Beau has no memory of the sword being driven through her, but she can remember the guilt and the shame on Yasha's face afterwards, the way Yasha couldn't quite look at her when she cast healing hands.

'Maybe we missed our chance.'

When she gets back to her room, her robe has been laid out on her bed, cleaned and dried, and Beau makes a note to thank Caduceus next time she sees him. She's just pulled it on when she sees it, a small card resting on her pillow.

“What the fuck!?” Beau quickly picks it up.

It's a tarot card and she immediately feels a little queasy. The card is not new, the colours are slightly faded and there's a crease in the corner. The image isn't as dramatic as the one Jester drew, but it's the same moment in time; Yasha cradling Beau's blood soaked body. “Jester! Jessie!”

Beau heads downstairs.

She finds Yasha in the kitchen with Veth and Caleb, the three of them are cooking and it smells good, whatever it is, but Beau doesn't stay to find out. She doesn't even acknowledge them, she just keeps her head down, even as she can feel Yasha's eyes on her and heads outside.

Jester is in Caduceus' vegetable garden.

“Jessie, is this yours?” She shows Jester the card.

“Wow. That's really good, Beau. Where did you get it?”

“It was on my pillow. You didn't draw it.”

“No. But I like it.”

“Oh.”

Beau looks at the card again, that queasy feeling gets stronger, and something wedges in the back of her throat. The image has changed, it's black, with a moon in the background, and instead of her and Yasha, it's a young couple, a woman in a long flowing white robe being held by a man dressed in black. They're kissing.

“Right okay,” Beau mutters to herself. She runs her fingers across the card, smoothing it out and then gently places it into the pocket of her robe.

“Hey.” Yasha stands in the doorway. Her voice is quieter, sadder, if that's somehow possible. “Caleb's found something.”

A piece of parchment has been laid out on the kitchen table, it takes up the entire thing, the burnt edges hanging just over the side.

“It's blank,” Beau says.

“No. The information is merely hidden.” Caleb takes something mushy, almost liquid out of his pouch, he smears it across the parchment and then holds his hands above the table and recites a few arcane words that Beau doesn't understand. The parchment starts to glow, thin, gold lines snake across it, forming patterns, creating an image and in the middle, sits a little red cross. “It's a map.”

“Well, it's good to know I didn't die for nothing. That's nice.” Beau laughs and quickly looks around the table, but nobody joins her.

“A map to what?” Fjord asks.

“I don't know, but the Bright Queen sent us to that castle, so whatever it is it must be important to the Dynasty. I think we should go there.”

“And where is there exactly?” Fjord asks.

“You see here -” Caleb points to a portion of the map that looks like mountains, the red cross in the middle of them - “they could be the Penumbra Range, near Bazzoxan.”

Beau looks over at Yasha, who's head drops slightly. “Maybe we should -” Beau sighs - “give this to the Bright Queen and let her people handle it.”

“What?” Caleb looks at her, confused. “Whatever this is it's powerful enough for somebody to keep hidden. Maybe we can use it to bring down the Assembly.”

“We don't even know what it is.”

“Well, we will if we go there,” Jester says.

“I just don't think a maybe is worth the risk.” Again Beau looks at Yasha, who's gaze now seems permanently fixed on the floor.

This time the others notice her looking.

“Oh Yasha, I'm sorry. I didn't think!” Jester exclaims.

“It's fine. Caleb's right. We should go there, it might be important.”

“Are you sure?” Beau asks and Yasha finally looks over at her. “If it's too much...” They hold each other's gaze for a moment.

“I'll be fine,” Yasha says, but she doesn't sound sure.

-----

The travel to Bazzoxan is much easier this time. The moment Essek sees the map he immediately agrees to take them, something that Beau files away for later, he even knows exactly where in the Penumbra Range the red cross is and drops them right at the entrance to what is a perfectly formed tunnel with a stone door.

“Are you coming with us, Essek?” Jester asks.

“I'm not really a fighter, but good luck.” And just like that he's gone.

Beau walks towards the door and studies it. There's something carved into the stone, a small square that's split into four. She traces it with her fingers and it suddenly disappears. “Oh shit.”

There's a click and the door slowly opens.

Beau steps back.

“Hey, you got it open. Well done.” Fjord claps her on the back.

“Yeah, totally meant to do that.”

One by one they head into the tunnel. Fjord goes first, using the Star Razor to light their way and Beau is right behind him. The tunnel winds downwards, heading deep into the heart of the mountain. It's a trek, Beau doesn't have the same sense of time as Caleb, but she's certain that it's hours, and the further down they go, the thicker the air around them becomes.

It reminds Beau of the days they spent walking to Xhorhaus.

Yasha is at the back of the group and Beau can't help but glance over her shoulder, just to check on her. Her pace slows, she doesn't mean for it to happen but after a few minutes the rest of the Mighty Nein have passed her and she finds herself falling into step with Yasha.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” Beau asks.

“I think so.”

“Well, if you're not, you can just let us know and we'll leave.”

“Thank you, Beau.”

The two of them walk side by side as the tunnel continues to wind downwards and they stay close even when the tunnel opens out into a small room.

The ceiling is low, so low that Caduceus has to dip his head to get inside. The walls are made of stone, smooth and polished, this room hasn't been carved out by nature, this is man made, maybe even magically enforced. There's a small wooden door in the corner.

In the centre of the room is a skeleton, it's flopped on it's side, it's arm outstretched like it's trying to grasp at something. It looks like a Drow, but it's been here a while so it's hard to tell, the skin has become thick and leathery, stretched tight across the bones. There's no obvious sign of death, no wounds or marks.

Veth tries to search the pockets, for gold or something valuable, but the dark black robes fall apart immediately, almost disintegrating in her hands.

The rest of the Mighty Nein investigate the room, Caleb casts detect magic, Caduceus Eyes of Grave, Fjord even tries Detect Invisibility, all of them trying to find something about this room. They search for traps or secrets panels, but there's nothing. It's just a room.

The only thing Beau does find is a crack on one of the stones, it's small, so small she almost doesn't notice it. It might be natural, the type of wear and tear that comes over time but the rest of the walls are so pristine that it stands out. Beau studies it, runs her fingers over it.

“Beau, are you coming?” Jester asks.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

Veth checks the door for traps and when it comes back clean they step through one by one.

The next room is just as plain and empty as the last. There's only one difference, instead of a skeleton in the middle of the floor, there are tiles with symbols carved into the stone. They're in grid formation; nine across and five down. They seem familiar not quite runes but close.

“What are they?” Jester asks.

“I don't know. But I don't think we should touch them,” Caleb says.

Beau joins him and the two of them study the symbols for a few minutes, some of the images repeat, appearing twice, some even three times. But most only appear once. There's a pattern of some sort, Beau's sure of it, she just can't see it. Neither, apparently can Caleb because after a few minutes he drops to the floor and begins to ritually cast detect magic.

Beau steps back, she takes out her staff and grips it tight, and then, after a few minutes leans against it. She can feel Yasha's eyes on her, burning into her, and she tries not to look, but it's difficult because she wants to look. Needs to look. She lifts up her staff and begins to twirl it, tossing it from hand to hand just to have something to do.

In the end she steps away, just to get herself a little distance, a little breathing space. The door to the previous room is still open and she steps back through, going back to the small crack on the wall. She leans in close, pressing her face against the stone and peering through the crack. There's something there, something underneath the stone.

“Beau.”

The sound of her name causes her to jump just slightly and she spins around. It's Yasha. Of course it's Yasha. “You shouldn't go off on your own.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but you should stay with the rest of us. Please.” Yasha is so open, her fear and pain written all over her face and it's just too much for Beau.

She turns away and looks at the crack. “I found something.”

Yasha walks over and gets close enough to see what Beau is pointing at, but not too close. “It's a crack.”

“Yeah. There's something behind it.” Beau throws a punch and the stone crumbles to dust.

She's right, there is something behind it. It's another rune, but this one is split into four, just like on the door, and there's a symbol in each one, some of which Beau saw in the other room.

“What is it?” Yasha asks.

“I think...”

Suddenly the floor beneath their feet begins to shake and there's a loud click. Something shoots out of the wall, thick stone, just behind Yasha.

The skeleton is crushed, it's bones exploding into dust.

Yasha starts to move, she has time, she can easily dive through, but Beau sees her look back and she stops, allowing the stone wall to slam shut on her.

They're trapped.

Beau quickly grabs her staff and holds steady waiting for whatever comes next, and Yasha does the same, pulling out the Skingorger. They wait, and wait, and wait, but nothing comes. No big scary beast with poison tipped fangs, no secondary traps. Nothing.

“I don't think anything's coming,” Yasha finally says, slowly lowering her sword.

“Why does that not feel like a good thing?” Beau walks over to the wall that's trapped them in and pushes against it. It doesn't budge. She taps it with her fist, then kicks at it with her foot and finally a whack – not at full force – with her staff. It's solid. “Fuck! That's... Fuck!” She checks the edges for any gaps, somewhere that she can stick her staff, or one of Yasha's swords in to try and force the wall back open but it's shut tight.

“We're trapped,” Yasha says.

“We're trapped.” Beau sighs. She falls back against the wall and flops to the floor. “I got us trapped. Fucking...” She groans and clenches her fist.

'How to make yourself feel like shit with one stupid decision by Beauregard Lionett' she thinks. It's a feeling that she's more than a little familiar with so she should be use to it, able to cope with it, but the hot, angry tears fill her eyes anyway. She can feels Yasha staring and quickly covers her face with her hands. It takes a deep breath, then another, and another, just to get herself under control. “I wish Jester was here.” She sees the flash of hurt in Yasha's eyes. “No, I mean... Because Jester could send a message to the others.”

“Right,” Yasha says, but the hurt look hasn't gone.

“The two non-magic users getting trapped together, it's not good. I'm not going to speak for you but without something or someone to hit, I'm not much use.” She drops her staff on the floor.

Now the hurt look falls from Yasha's face, replaced with something akin to sympathy and Beau's not sure which one she hates more.

“That's not true. There are plenty of things you're good at. We'll figure this out.”

“Sure, yeah, of course.”

“Do we -” Yasha turns away from her - “need to talk?”

“About what?”

“Last night.” Yasha's voice is so quiet that Beau almost doesn't hear her.

“I'd really prefer it if we didn't.”

“Okay.”

They go quiet and Yasha paces, as much as she can in the small space. Beau watches her, tapping her staff rhythmically against the ground. A tension has settled between them, it hangs in the air, thick and heavy, and weighing down on them. Beau feels like she's going to choke on it.

“I hurt you,” Yasha finally says.

“What?”

“I hurt you.” Yasha turns to look at her. “I almost killed you.”

“That wasn't you.”

“But it was. Me. I can remember every moment I was under his control. I can remember the faces of every person I killed. I can remember every swing of the Skingorger, I can remember blood and screaming. But most of all I can remember you, on the cathedral floor with my sword in your chest.”

“Yasha.”

“There are moments that I look at you and I...” Yasha sighs. “And then I remember that scar on your chest. I put that there and I can't forgive myself for that. Can you understand?”

“No, I can't.” Again Beau can see the tears in Yasha's eyes. “But then I wasn't mind controlled by some fuck who made me kill a bunch of people, so...”

Yasha smiles, but it's a sad smile.

“I'm sorry,” Beau says. “But you could've talked to me, you know?”

“I tried. On the Balleater, when we were making those statues with Jester. I didn't seem like you really wanted to talk, so I -” Yasha shrugs her shoulders - “stopped.”

“Shit.” Beau remembers that conversation and she also remembers why she deflected the way that she did. “Fuck.”

“I guess you're still angry with me.”

“No. No, Yasha, that's not true.”

“Okay.”

Beau sighs, because she knows if she wants Yasha to talk then she has to be willing to talk as well, and that's something that she's not good at, she's been trying, ever since she met the Mighty Nein she's been trying and she's probably getting better, but her ability to stick her foot firmly in her mouth is still there and she doesn't want to do that, not with Yasha, and not right now.

“Okay, here we go.” Beau stands up. “Seeing my father again, I erm, I didn't handle it very well.”

“I think you handled it fine.”

“Thanks, but I was going to make that deal with the hag because I wasn't okay and then it didn't happen, thank you Jester, and being back on the Balleater, being Fjord's First Mate again, I felt a little more stable, like the ground was once again solid under my feet and I didn't want to talk about anything difficult, in case it got shaky again. Does that make sense?”

“It does.”

“But that was my shit and I shouldn't have put that on you. I'm not angry with you, Yasha, how could I be? I know it wasn't you. I had Obann in my head, it was only for a moment, but if it wasn't for my training I'd have done what he wanted. I know how powerful he was. I can't blame you for anything you did while under that fuck's mind control.”

“I blame me.”

“I know.”

Beau takes a few tentative steps forward, giving Yasha the chance to pull back if she wants, just like last night. But this time Yasha doesn't. Beau takes her hand and places it on her chest, right over her scar. “Made by you, yes, but healed by you, as well. You didn't choose to stab me, you did choose to make amends, so you may not forgive yourself, but I forgive you.”

“Beau.” Yasha's crying. The tears stream down her face.

Beau has said all that she can, there's only one thing left for her to do. She hugs Yasha. She squeezes her tight because she knows that she can and Yasha sobs into her shoulder.

Beau isn't sure how long they stand there, it's a long time, long after Yasha has stopped sobbing and long after what would be the time for them to both step away.

“Thank you, Beau.” Yasha mutters into her shoulder.

“No problem.”

Yasha pulls back, not completely, she keeps her arms wrapped around Beau's waist and now they're staring into each other's eyes. Beau can hear the sound of her own heart or maybe it's Yasha's, or maybe it's both of their's, the two of them beating in sync.

It's Yasha that leans in this time and this is their chance, Beau is almost certain of it.

“Beau! Yasha!” Jester's voice pierces through the room.

The two of them step apart just in time to see Jester's head poke through a newly created hole in the wall. “Hi. Did you guys get stuck in here?”” There's a paint brush in Jester's hand, she waves it as she talks.

“Ask them what happened,” Caleb says, his voice echoing from somewhere behind Jester.

“What happened!? Were you guys making out?”

-----

Caleb discerns that the sigil behind the stone is a cipher, which Beau already knows, but she chooses not to say anything because she's the reason her and Yasha got trapped and why bother drawing everybody's attention to that.

“You need the cipher to solve the puzzle, but if you find the cipher you become trapped,” Caleb says, as they head back towards the puzzle, and with the new information it only takes Caleb about fifteen minutes to solve it. He presses each of the symbols in an order that Beau, having seen the cipher, sort of understands and there's a loud creak.

The wall just behind the symbols shakes. A jagged crack shoots down from the ceiling, chunks of rock tumble to the ground and the wall slowly opens inwards.

A bright light shines out and inside is a Beacon.

They head back to Rosohna using Caleb's teleportation circle. They don't tell the Bright Queen about the Beacon, choosing to hide it in the Bag of Holding as they make their way back to the Xhorhouse. Beau isn't sure she agrees with the decision, but she understands why Caleb wants to talk to Essek about it first, having more information can never hurt so she doesn't really argue. She does however linger at the back, not really participating in the debate the other's are having, and when Yasha joins her, their hands brushing together with every step, Essek and the possibility that he's stolen another Beacon becomes something she just doesn't give a shit about.

Their half way home when Yasha shifts a little closer and very gently takes Beau's hand. Beau doesn't look over, but she does smile as their fingers interlock. If any of the other's notice – and Beau is sure she sees Jester turning back to look at them every few minutes – they don't say anything.

The debate continues back at the Xhorhouse, the group sitting in the kitchen and drinking the tea that Caduceus makes. Beau contributes a little, but she's distracted, Yasha let got of her hand the moment they stepped through the front door and now they're on different sides of the room, but neither of them seem able, or maybe just not willing to stop looking at each other.

When they finally go to bed, Beau catches Yasha's eye and she's sure she sees a little longing there before they both slip into their own rooms.

“Beau and Yasha trapped in a room!” Jester is sitting on the floor, at the edge of her bed, her tail swishing wildly. “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” She sings.

“That doesn't rhyme,” Beau says.

“But it's true though, right? You guys were kissing.”

“No.”

“Beau! You have to kiss her.”

“We were interrupted.”

“Oh. I'm sorry.”

“It's fine.”

“You could go and kiss her now.”

“Now. Now, I'm going to sleep.”

Jester huffs and quickly climbs into bed.

Beau climbs into her own and tries to get comfortable, but it's difficult, something rough rubs against her leg. She pulls back the sheet and sees a tarot card resting on the mattress. She recognises it instantly, the image of the couple with the moon behind them, the crease in the corner, the frayed edges, it's the one she smoothed out. The one Molly gave her.

She grips it tight, this was in her robe, Beau remembers putting it in her robe. She climbs out of bed and ignores the questioning look that Jester gives her. Her robe is draped across the back of the chair and she quickly rummages through the pockets, but the tarot card isn't there, instead all there is is a blank piece of parchment.

“What the fuck?”

“Are you okay, Beau?” Jester asks.

Beau stares at the tarot card and the picture slowly changes; the man and woman in long flowing robes fade away, replaced by an image of Yasha, her features soft, her eyes brimming with tears, and of herself, Yasha's hand pressed against her chest. “Okay, I get it, I get it.” She looks over at Jester. “I need to go and talk to Yasha.”

“Yeah you do.”

Beau heads to Yasha's room. She knocks on the door and hopes that Yasha hasn't fallen asleep. A few seconds pass and there's no answer, and Beau accepts that whatever she needs to say is probably going to have to wait until morning. She's already heading back to her room when the door opens and Yasha appears.

“Beau?”

“Er, yeah, hey. Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was out on the balcony. Did you need something?”

“I did actually. Can I come in?” She points to Yasha's room and when Yasha doesn't respond she tries to smooth it over. “Or we can go downstairs? Downstairs is good?”

“No, you can come inside.” Yasha steps aside and Beau, not wanting the opportunity to slip away, quickly heads inside.

Yasha closes the door behind them. “Is something wrong?”

“No. I just... I need to show you something.” Beau hands Yasha the tarot card and then waits, and waits, and waits. “What do you see?”

“Where did you get this?”

“Molly gave it to me, I think.”

“Molly?”

“Yeah. The other day, when I, well, when I died. He was waiting for me, on the other side, at least I think it was him, I might have been hallucinating, it was all a little weird. But it definitely seemed like Molly and he gave me that.”

“Molly,” Yasha whispers and looks back at the card again.

“What do see?”

“I don't see anything.”

Beau slumps. Her arms fold across her chest and she nods her head. “Yep, yeah. That's... That what I thought.”

Yasha continues to stare at the card. “Why, what do you see?”

“Me?” Beau's instinct is to lie, to save herself the embarrassment, and probably Yasha as well, but something stops her, something Molly said. “I see you and me. Honestly, I was kind of hoping you would see the same.”

“I do.”

“What?”

“I lied. I see you and me. The day I flew for the first time.”

“Oh.”

“What does it mean?”

“Well, I think it means that I should kiss you,” Beau says.

“Okay.” But it's Yasha who makes the first move. She gently places her hands on Beau's waist and pulls her closer. Their bodies press together. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Beau smiles.

Yasha leans forward and gently kisses her.

[hpdabbles]

YOU MADE ME SHIP REGULUS AND HARRY. WHY. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND THAT SHIP!? Please may I have this ship plus being really tired parents to a pair of twins and Harry suddenly understanding Molly's pain?

Suffer. Suffer with me. Welcome to Harry/Regulus hell (Does this ship have a name? Can we call them Lion’s Heart? Since one is the Leo consultation and the other is a Gryfindor???) 

Harry wanted to pull his hair out and it was only ten in the morning. He loved his kids, Magic In All Living he loved them, but there were days when they just tested every limit he had.

And Harry fought two magical wars, lived through two killing curses, traveled through time, and put up with Draco Malfoy who annoyed him more than Voldemort on some days. 

In highsight traveling through time was one of the best things to ever happen to him, because he was able to save his family from all the heartache, managed to give his friends a life of peace and meet the love of his life.

Regulus Black was everything he wanted. His husband understood being the overlooked child in the house, understood not living up to people’s expectations, and understood the fear and the shyness that made it hard to be in front of new people.  He is, in a lot of ways, just like Harry. 

He was also the one who Harry turned to during the darkest first days in the past, the one who got him to smile and laugh and helped him take down the Death Eaters. Who was silly, nerdy and yet still had the elegance of a pureblood lord. 

Add to the fact Regulus looks like Adonis dyed his hair black and had a brain that was equally impressive as his physical features? The man was eighteen when he figured out what Voldemort had done to the Slytherin locket and find it. Harry knows it took Albus Dumbledore a decade to get an idea of its location, meanwhile, Regulus took six months to learn of them and then another six to write that giant “Fuck you” letter to stick inside the locket. 

He’s husband is the whole damn package and Harry would fist fight anyone who tries to say otherwise (He did fight Sirius that one time luckily his in-law no longer holds it against him).

That is why it only made sense that he asked this perfect wonderful man who was just a flawed and broken as Harry to marry him a year after they killed Voldemort together. The marriage of the Men-Who-conquered was the biggest event in modern magical history- or that was until the two successfully blood adopt a year and a half later.

Blood adopting, a valid way to allow same-sex magical couples to have children by blood, but with a high risk.  Not only did they have to find magical newborns for any child above a month would fail, but they also had to be able to transfer their core’s magic and fuse it into the child. 

Usually, the parents died from over draining their cores or they just couldn’t recover the amount they gave away and in a sense, crippled themselves to squibs.  

That’s why most blood adopting was rarely done, and it was even less common to attempt more than one child. 

Of course, Harry Potter always challenges the norm, and thus he along with his husband managed to get a pair of twins; a boy, and a girl. The day after the ritual Harry had been so tired it took everything he had just to stay awake, with Regulus fighting for his life in the bed next to him, and yet the sounds of the newborns cooing in the crib had made it all worth it.

One was named the Heir of the Ancient and Noble  House Of Black- since Regulus keep the title since he stayed alive- and the other the Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin- since Harry couldn’t keep the last name Potter and he sort of won the title through the right of conquest in the future. 

Harry loved them so much, even if it was surprising to everyone- none more so to Harry who could argue that they had a  lot of Slytherin in them since he was almost a snake himself-  when his kids were sorted and they were not wearing red or green but yellow and blue. 

After the shock of knowing the family had all four houses, it became clear why they sorted this way. Harry should have seen his son’s thirst for knowledge was obvious the moment he learned the dreaded word “why?” at age three, while his precious girl was loyal to a fault as she would often take the fall for her brother who’s curiosity led to him trying his own experiments that ended more in injuries then proven hypothesis.  

The problem was they represented their Hogwarts houses too well.

Standing as stern as he, a thirty-four-year-old man could besides his equally as stern thirty-two-year-old husband, clash in a battle of wills against a thirteen-year-old girl who’s loyalty and puberty made them bugs beneath her shoes, while unwilling to sell out her brother. 

The fact they found their son’s possible broom design blueprints made it all the worst. His son was one of the brightest wizards to ever walk Hogwarts having to earn the brightest Wizard Award three years in a roll and yet he lack so much common sense. Honestly, it was Hermione all over again.

While his daughter would defend him to the end of the world, she gave her loyalty too forcefully and fiercely. Once he would marvel and love this trait in Ron, now as a parent it just worried him how far she would go for those she trusted. 

Harry called this the dark side of the Hufflepuffs. But they had to get her to see the light before her brother breaks his neck on another of his hair-brained ideas. 

Regulus took the initiative and stared down his daughter "Ursa Lily Slytherin Black, I will not ask again. Is your brother on the roof with a dangerous broom he made himself right now?" 

Ursa folded her hands before her in the proper manner a lady of her standard should, having the rules of high society drilled into her by Regulus since before she could speak. There were days where she was more graceful then Harry ever could be. 

The light of the large window she stood in front of made her dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes all that more striking. She is a very beautiful young lady, taking more after Regulus in looks alongside her brother, and Harry knew he would be beating suitors back in just a few years.

"Father, I am absolutely certain that my brother, Gemini Regulus Slytherin Black, is-" suddenly a figure dropped down screaming in a flash of expensive robes bypassing the window before Regulus or Harry could process it.

 "-not on the roof"  She finished without so much as a blink. "I would check the front yard. On a completely unrelated note is our floo connected to St. Mungo’s emergency room?”

Harry opens his mouth but an explosion goes off somewhere down the hall shaking the whole house to its foundations. Ursa stares at him as if though she is daring him to comment on it. He reaches up to grab onto his hair fighting the urge to rip it out, as he turns away, leaving the pair alone.

Harry barely loses any speed as he rushes down the stairs into the front hall and out into the front yard where Gemini is laying on his back, tracing mathematical equations in the air with his wand and legs bent in the wrong direction.  

Regulus can handle the explosion he needs to get the Black Heir to St. Mungo’s. Why is that his boy inherited his lack of fear for death while his daughter took after her Father in his defiant till the end tendencies?   

“Hi Dad!” Gemini chirps at him the moment Harry’s shadow falls onto his face. The boy has the audacity to be smiling like a loon. Fred’s and George’s mischief rests in the curve of his lips.  “Guess what? I almost figured out the charms they use on brooms. Soon I’ll be charming everything to fly just like Uncle Sirius’s motorbike! And Professor Flitwick said it was too advanced for me, pffff, I’m sure showing him huh?”

“Why are you like this?”

“That’s a good question. I read that Muggles think it’s due to how we are raised or treated by our parents that manifest into personality traits and they have a whole field of study in it. It’s call psychology-oh that reminds me. Dad, can I go to a summer school for psychology in the muggle college? Hermione invited me and Luna, it sounds fun!”

He loved his kids but they were going to led him to an early grave. He wondered how Molly would react to the Lord Slytherin sending her a gift basket as an apology for all the stress he put her through the first go about, even if in this timeline the families weren’t close. 

For some reason, Ursa was closer to Draco Malfoy and Gemini was best friends with Luna Lovegood. The last one wasn’t a big stretched when he thought about it but still, it was wild to think about. 

“You are grounded-”

“Yes that’s why he’s on the floor” 

Harry whirl around to give Ursa a glare “Is that backtalk I hear young lady?”

“That’s how conversations tend to work Dad.”

Regulus snorts “My how the tables have turned. But your both grounded. Now let’s get to St. Mungo’s I’m sure the healers have missed us since the last time we were there....two days ago.”

His husband releases a sigh like he’s dealing with the madness in this house in that one exhale of breath. Harry might be a little mad himself because he finds he really wants to kiss the sigh off those lips even with the stress he’s never been happier. 

[7-wonders]

Kiss of Fire

Summary: You only want what’s best for Jim, and that includes staying clean of drugs. Jim, who’s been bottling up his true feelings for so long, finally snaps after he finds out you flushed his stash. 

Word Count: 2583

A/N: TWs for SMUT, knife play, bondage, vague dub-con, dark!Jim, drug mentions, threatening pregnancy, and vague toxicity. Story will be under a cut due to the multiple potential triggers. I’ve been wanting to writing something for dark!Jim for the longest time, and this is the best I could come up with right now tbh. Smutty, dark goodness. Let me know what you think; feedback of all kinds is always appreciated, and my requests are always open!

The distant salt air of the sea wafts in through the open windows, but it’s overshadowed by the pungent smell of weed that covers Jim’s clothes. He hasn’t smoked in a week, he’s promised you that, but he also hasn’t stopped hanging around his buddies that smoke weed like they need it to live. When Jim realizes your mind has drifted, he presses you harder into the door. Your shoulders twinge with a slight pain but it’s a pain that, against all better judgement, makes your knees weak.

“What the fuck, Jim?” You hiss through clenched teeth, glaring up at him. His blue eyes are blown, and if you hadn’t been with him all night you would have thought that he had snuck off to do a line or two in the bathroom of whoever’s house was party central tonight. He’s breathing heavily, likely from hauling you up the stairs after driving like a bat out of hell to get to his place.

Ever since Jim had been found half-dead on the beach two years ago, his parents tended to give in to what he wanted; they assumed that they hadn’t cared enough which, while true, was only the tip of the iceberg that was Jim’s problems. Sandy and Phil hadn’t reconciled, not by any means, but they managed to be civil in order to make sure that Jim wouldn’t go off the rails again. Jim wanted to go to Paris with his dad and sister? They were on an international flight the next week. Jim wanted a new surfboard? Phil made sure that Jim had a new board to replace the other new one, just in case something happened to it. That’s how Jim had gotten his house: He claimed that he and Medina needed to live alone now that they were college students. Since Medina would be living with and, presumably, watching over him, the Mason parents were more than happy to oblige.

If only Medina was able to look past the healthy brother act and see the signs that were right in front of her. Jim had remained sober when it came to the prescription drugs, which was good enough for Medina. As long as she didn’t have to lock pills up, she figured her brother was recovered. But what she refused to acknowledge was all of the other drugs that Jim was dabbling in. Lately, he’s been fond of the ‘party drugs,’ like ecstasy and molly. They cost more money than the opiods he had previously been using, but he reasoned that it was a small price to pay to keep from getting addicted and remain under the radar.

Medina’s out, gone to a professional surfing competition in Australia for the week. Sometimes you want to shake her, to make her see what’s happening right in front of her eyes. But a part of you gets why she’s turning a blind eye, just as her mother and father did years ago when Jim was first on drugs. This is her brother, her twin, her best friend since they were born. Medina herself had told you how devastating it was to do nothing but wait while Jim clung to life in the ICU. Maybe you’re enabling her, allowing her to believe that nothing’s wrong while trying to deal with the growing issue yourself. But you’re protecting her, really, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“What’s wrong? I thought your goal was to get me away from that party? Well, mission accomplished!” He declares, huffing angrily.

“I was only trying to-”

“To make sure that I don’t run off to go smoke a bowl? To keep me from getting a clean high by flushing my stash down the toilet?” You didn’t know that he knew you had found his ecstasy, tucked behind a picture frame hanging on the wall.

“I’m trying to help you, Jim! You should know better than anyone how easy it is to relapse!”

“I know my limits. Why don’t you know yours, you nosy brat?” Your jaw drops at the insult, frozen even after Jim removes his hands from your shoulders. “You really wanna help me?”

“You know I do.” His jaw tightens, and you can see a vein on his neck sticking out.

“Let me try something.” He waits for your confirmation, only moving when you nod. “You remember the safe word?”

Jim had always been extremely gentle with you when it came to sex, treating you more like a fragile glass than like a woman with needs and desires. The one time you had placed his hand on your throat and begged him to choke you a little, he placed a minute amount of pressure upon the soft skin of your neck before proclaiming that he couldn’t hurt you like that and stopped. Still, he insisted that the two of you have a safe word, just in case the gentle sex got to be too much (something that you still roll your eyes at).

“Lunada.” Jim hears the bemusement in your voice, but hums his approval at your knowledge of the safe word. You gasp when he snatches your chin, forcing your face close to his.

“Be a good girl for once in your life, take your clothes off, and get on the bed.” His voice barely rises above a whisper, but it carries with it a very real threat that has you shivering with a fear you’ve never felt before.

Your hands shake, a result of not knowing what’s going to happen next, as you fumble with the jeans and shirt that cover you. Jim impatiently removes your clothes for you, leaving you shivering in just your underwear. You allow yourself to fall backwards, the bed stopping your momentum as you stare at the man who now lords over you.

“Jim?” You ask, voice quivering.

“I didn’t say you could talk.” He sneers, pushing you until you’re flat on your back against the mattress. “Hold out your arms.”

You do as he says, extending your arms out in front of you. You hold them there while Jim leaves the room to search for something, heart rate picking up when he reappears with a silk scarf that he must have taken from Medina’s room. His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth while he focuses on tying your wrists together, an intricate knot making you wonder if he grew up being a Boy Scout. When he yanks your bound wrists above your head to tie them to the headboard, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“You look so beautiful, all tied up and vulnerable for me.” Jim moans out, palming at the bulge in his jeans while he slides your panties down your legs. You want to roll your eyes when he shoves the fabric in his back pocket, but you really don’t know how he’d react if he caught you doing it. “Hmm, how will I get your bra off?” He muses, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed.

When he reaches into his nightstand, he doesn’t pull out a condom, which is what you’re expecting; instead, he holds the sleek handle of a pocket knife that you weren’t aware he owned.

“W-what…?” You trail off upon realizing that he warned you not to speak. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to realize that he made that rule only minutes ago. Jim flips the blade of the knife out, inspecting it with a sharp precision. Your breathing hitches as Jim crawls towards you, tracing the sharp metal lightly along the swell of your breasts.

“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Jim grins wolfishly at you. “I won’t hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.” He cuts through the straps of your bra with fluid movements, discarding the knife on the nightstand so he can have both hands free to fully rip your bra off of you.

Terror courses through you, and you find yourself a little disgusted at how wet you are from it. Your boyfriend, the recovering drug addict, is pissed at you for making him leave a potentially dangerous situation and retaliates by manhandling you, tying you up, and using a knife to cut off your clothes. You can only feel a little ashamed at the way Jim’s 180 personality flip gets you going, the shame leaving your body when he starts trailing hot kisses down your body.

You can prepare yourself all you want, attempt to brace your body as Jim hovers right above your cunt, but you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you when his tongue starts to work at your clit. Jim loves foreplay, more than anyone you’ve met, and he knows the exact movements to get your toes curling. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers through his chocolate locks, forgetting that your hands are currently bound above your head. Huffing with frustration, you tug at your restraints. Jim peeks up at you and laughs, momentarily breaking this ‘dark’ facade he’s adopted.

“I’m sorry baby, I know how much you love pulling my hair.” He grins, swallowing your angry breaths with his own mouth. He peeled off his clothes without you noticing, likely while he was going down on you, and enters you with one swift thrust. Your walls burn pleasurably as they stretch around him, Jim’s eyes fluttering shut as your walls adjust to his length.

It doesn’t take him long to set a brutally fast pace, your hips snapping up in a frantic attempt to meet his. Jim moves his kisses from your mouth to your throat, making new bruises blossom over the old ones that have almost faded completely.

“Oh Jim, I…” A loud moan cuts you off, and you toss your head back against the pillows. He continues to rock in and out of you, gritting his teeth to try and stifle his own moans.

“Yeah? You’re taking me so well, you always do. Couldn’t resist this sweet pussy, even when you are being a brat.” You want to retort, but a strong hand gripping your throat has your eyes lighting up in glee instead. Jim smirks at your excitement, shaking his head. “Of course you wanted this.”

You can feel it coming, feel yourself teetering on the edge of a sweet release. All of the sensations you’re currently feeling are only heightened at your lightheadedness, and your mouth falls open in a breathy moan.

“Jim, I need-” You rasp out as you start to clench around him. Jim nods, understanding what you’re saying without needing you to finish the sentence. He removes his hand from your neck and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, causing you to jolt up against him.

He’s grinning down at you, sweat beading on his brow as he speeds up his thrusts.

“God, look at you, completely helpless beneath me. I could cum in you right now and there’s not a thing you could do about it.” Your eyes widen; you’re on birth control, of course, but he’s never wanted to chance the 1% that doesn’t work. He doesn’t notice you looking at him, instead babbling on as he gets closer to his own release. “Could you imagine what would happen if you got pregnant? I’d take care of you so well, you wouldn’t need to worry about anything but growing our healthy baby. I used to think you couldn’t get any hotter, but the thought of you swollen with a child that I gave you is fucking angelic.”

You want to fire back with a retort, but your orgasm washes over you quicker than a sentence could be formed in your head. Your back arches against the bed, wrists tugging painfully above you as you try to reach for something, anything, to help keep you grounded. Jim reaches his own release moments after he slips out of you, painting your abdomen with his cum. He collapses on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his weight.

After your breathing’s slowed down and he’s softened, he kisses you. It’s gentle, entirely unlike how he’s been the rest of the night before this, and it has you swooning. The pocket knife appears in his hand again, and he cuts the scarf off of your hands. Your shoulders pop as you stretch out, wrists a bright red and fingers tingling while the blood rushes back into them. Sliding his finger across your stomach to collect some of his seed, you dutifully open your mouth and suckle it off of his long digit.

“Thank you for letting me do this.” He says while cleaning you off with the the ripped scarf that was still hanging around the headboard. “I’ve been wanting to try that for a while, but I got nervous you’d get freaked out by it.”

“Was I taken off guard? Yes. Freaked out? No.” You answer after a moment. “Is it just, like, a sex thing? You got a little dark there.”

Jim shrugs. “I feel like there’s two sides to me. The beach boy that everyone knows, sweet, recovering-addict Jim Mason who likes to surf. And then there’s a part that I have to keep hidden, the side that you saw. Even Medina gets scared when I get like that; she stole my sketchbook once, maybe three years ago? We had a fight, and she stole it and claimed that she was gonna throw all of my sketches away. I just lost it, started yelling at her and blaming her for all my problems. I went on a bender after that, and I don’t think I came down for two weeks. That anger, that...that darkness has been with me for as long as I can remember. After that fight with my sister, I promised myself that I would never get like that again.”

“So why tonight, of all nights?”

“It’s been building up, festering right below the surface. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any coke to help me easily cope anymore, I’m not sure. But tonight, watching you try to help me, it made me realize how easy I could lose you. What if you get fed up with having to constantly make sure I don’t use again, and leave me for someone else? (Y/N), I’d die without you.”

Your hand, which has been stroking Jim’s hair, freezes in place. He’d die without you? You love him, but you never thought things were this serious in his mind. Surely he must be exaggerating, feeling sappy after the sex you just had. Maybe the insecurities he felt tonight brought out these deeper feelings, ones that he couldn’t possibly mean. Jim looks up at you, confused.

“Did I scare you?”

“No Jimmy, you didn’t scare me. Let’s...we’ll just have to work on making sure you can control these emotions. And maybe don’t threaten to get me pregnant right before we both come? I’m sure we’d both make great parents, but we’re way too young right now.” Jim nods, yawning and settling his head against your side.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jim.” You mutter, watching as his eyes flutter closed. You eventually close your eyes too, drifting off as you worry about how to save Jim Mason. You sleep so soundly, in fact, that you don’t feel Jim getting up two hours later so he can grab his phone and search ways to cancel out birth control.

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[antiquecompass]

Dream Part II:

Jingyi had been dreaming of this moment for years. A lifetime of John Hughes movies and sneaking Auntie Molly’s romance novels and the general internet had given him ideas. He had a plan. He’d made a date. It would be perfect.

Well, in his dreams it would be perfect. In his nightmares Sizhui laughed in his face, asked how could he ever think Sizhui would date him, and didn’t he realize Sizhui needed someone of equal grace, social standing, intelligence, etc. etc.

Still those weren’t as bad as the nightmares where Sizhui gave him that kind, understanding smile, and patted his shoulder and said. “Oh, Jingyi, I’m so sorry. I’m already seeing someone. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Those nightmares were the absolute worst. And it was even worse that part of Jingyi thought it might be true because Sizhui had been weird for awhile now, especially at the start of the school year, and he’d been spending so much extra time with Zizhen.

Not that Zizhen wasn’t a perfectly fine romantic prospect. With his perfect hair. And his huge fortune. And his ability to understand advanced mathematical concepts. And his further ability to quote various love poems of Rumi. In Persian. 

But, he was like a puppy. A cute, excitable, loyal, obedient golden retriever of a person and Jingyi just couldn’t imagine Sizhui being truly happy with a golden retriever. 

So Jingyi had a plan. He had a set date. He was going to do this because all Sizhui could do was turn him down. And sure, yeah, that’d hurt like hell and Jingyi would have to do everything not to just, like, cry on Sizhui right then and there but…

But he couldn’t keep going on like this, it wasn’t fair to either of them, and sooner or later in some misplaced jealousy Jingyi <i>was</i> going to say something cutting and mean to Zizhen and Zizhen was his friend too and definitely didn’t deserve that.

So, plan. 

October 21st.

Life-changing.

*******

Why didn’t he check the weather report?

“Are you sure you want me to drop you off here?” Auntie Molly asked as they sat in her baby blue Cadillac Coupe de Ville.

They were at the very end of the Lan-Wei’s long and winding driveway. It was a five minute walk from the entrance to the house. Jingyi had timed it more than once.

“I want it to be a surprise, so yeah,” Jingyi said as he opened the door.

“It looks like rain,” Auntie Molly said. “You should take an umbrella.”

“I’ll be fine,” Jingyi promised, even as thunder started to roll overhead.

“Well, if you say so.” She patted his cheek. “Go get your man, Jingyi.”

He gave her a salute and started the long walk. He’d cut into the yard when he got closer to the house, but for now he took the time to prepare himself. He had decided to go the Say Anything route. In Your Eyes was cued up on his phone. He almost wished he had found a boombox, or at the very least remembered a portable speaker, but this would have to do. 

The rain started just as he made it to the oak tree near Sizhui’s bedroom window. He was lucky though, the window was open.

Of course as soon as he thought that, the window shut.

Jingyi ran back over to the driveway, grabbed a handful of loose white stones from one of the planters, and started to throw them at Sizhui’s window. 

Nothing.

Nothing.

The rain was starting to come down in sheets, the wind picking up, and Jingyi’s plans were going to shit.

He tried again.

Nothing.

He finally gave up and called Sizhui. The call dropped. He texted him then, his patience wearing thin. He started playing the song as he saw movement come from Sizhui’s window.

**********

Of all the reactions Jingyi had anticipated being called an utter fucking asshole wasn’t on the list, but hey, he got a date out of it.

He also now had warm, dry clothes, and a mug of hot chocolate, and a truly livid Sizhui curled into his side as he ripped into his fathers for a) betting on his personal life. Again. b) damn well knowing Jingyi had feelings for him and not cluing Sizhui in when he’d gone to them for advice on asking Jingyi out and c) knowing this day was coming.

Jingyi wanted to point out that he’d only spoken to Cousin Zhan about his feelings and that was only a couple of weeks ago, but Sizhui was on the type of indigiant and dramatic roll that showed he was very much the child of both of his fathers. It also made his eyes light up in the way Jingyi always loved, so he was keeping his mouth shut.

Besides, he’d already been called a dumbass and an asshole by the actual love his life today, so he wasn’t going to provide any more ammunition. 

Jingyi grinned into his mug as Sizhui used their clasped hands to further make some point about how their lives were not for his Dad’s latest version of Sweet Valley High which made Mr. Lan-Wei gasp and Cousin Zhan finally burst out into laughter.

“My new series is not like Sweet Valley High!” Mr. Lan-Wei protested. “Sizhui, you take that back right now or no second dessert on movie night.”

“You’ve raised me not to lie,” Sizhui shot back. 

Mr. Lan-Wei turned to his husband. “Do you see the ungrateful child we have raised.”

“It is a fair criticism,” Cousin Zhan said. “If a bit harsh.”

“How does he even know what Sweet Valley High is?”

“Auntie Molly has the entire series,” Jingyi said. “There’s only so much to do in her house, so I’ve read them all.”

Mr. Lan-Wei narrowed his eyes. “So it’s you that’s the bad influence.”

Jingyi knew he was joking, but he couldn’t help himself when he said, “Wow, do you sound exactly like Great-Uncle Lan right now.”

Silence took over the room for a good minute before Mr. Lan-Wei’s absolutely horrified gasp was quickly drowned out by his husband laughing so hard actual tears were coming out of his eyes and Sizhui was desperately holding his free hand over his own mouth to keep his own laughter in.

“That’s it,” Mr. Lan-Wei said as he stood, kitchen chair sliding back. “I’m going to go wander the moors now wondering what happened to my reputation. And my youth.”

“You know what they say about ‘Over the Hill,’ Sir,” Jingyi helpfully provided. 

“Sizhui, you’re no longer allowed to date Jingyi,” Mr. Lan-Wei said, nose in the air. “I revoke my acceptance.”

“Sorry, Dad, I already promised. And Lans know that a promise made is a promise kept.”

“Lan Clan Rule Number Forty-Five,” Jingyi said.

“I need a new family,” Mr. Lan-Wei said.

Cousin Zhan finally wiped his eyes and pulled his husband into his lap. “You’ll keep this one and we’ll make you more hot chocolate.”

“And some cookies.”

“And some cookies,” Cousin Zhan agreed. 

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 21

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Vaggie waited until the couple had walked away before she rushed into the bathroom to check on Angel.

“Angel?” Vaggie asked fearfully.  “Angel, are you alright?”

Vaggie heard Angel get up from his bed, use his crutches to hobble himself into the bathroom, and sit down against the wall.

“I’m better now,” Angel said between ragged breaths from the other side of the wall.  “I can sit on my ass again, so at least, that’s something.”

Vaggie sighed sadly and said, “Angel, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, baby girl,” Angel interrupted reassuringly.  “It’s not your fault.  Besides, I’m used to the pain.  You know that.”

Vaggie smiled sadly.  She knew Angel was staying strong for her.  He had much more inner strength than she ever realized…

“Angel?” Vaggie asked nervously.  “What did Rosie do to make you scream?”

“If you must know, that slut grinded herself against my crotch,” Angel said audibly shuddering.  “It made me feel agonizing pain.”

“That bitch,” Vaggie snarled angrily.  “I hate her so much.  She spent the better part of the day literally lecturing me about etiquette and how I needed to follow all these 100-year-old rules to be Alastor’s perfect trophy wife.”

“Oh, God,” Angel replied.  “That sounds awful.  How did you take it?”

Vaggie scoffed and said, “Not very well.  I know.  Big surprise, right?  I’ve been pushing Rosie’s patience all day.  She and Alastor punished you in the most painful way imaginable just because I said something about Alastor she didn’t like when we went shopping for dresses.  I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.  She insulted Charlie.”

“I don’t blame ya,” Angel replied.

“Before that, Rosie made sit through a boring lunch and the same boring lecture twice in a row…” Vaggie ranted.

“Wait, twice in a row?” Angel asked confusedly.

“I drew an offensive doodle of Rosie instead of listening to her lecture the first time through,” Vaggie admitted.  “That’s probably why they made sure to make sure to make your punishment more painful…”

To Vaggie’s surprise, Angel started laughing.  He laughed for a good minute eventually pushing Vaggie to begin giggling herself.

“Oh, my God!” Angel said finally taking a breath.  “That’s hilarious, doll.  I can just imagine that look on that bitch’s face.  Tell me.  Was she pissed?”

“Absolutely livid,” Vaggie said.

“Oh, man,” Angel said.  “I wish I could see it for myself.”

Vaggie’s eye then noticed the old-fashioned vent on the ground.  She got on her knees to look at it, and as she examined it, she got an idea.

Vaggie picked up the vent grating, set it aside, and looked into the shaft. It looked like it also connected to Angel's room, so out of curiosity, she reached her arm down and to the right as far as she could.

“Vaggie, what are you doing?” Angel asked.  

“Angel, look into the shaft of your vent,” Vaggie said.  “Do you see my hand?”

Angel looked down into the vent shaft and saw Vaggie’s waving hand.

“Yeah, I see it,” Angel replied.  “What are you doing?”

Vaggie smiled and said, “Wait a second.”

She stood up, ran back to her room, grabbed the notebook off the dresser, and headed back into the bathroom.

Vaggie then tore her drawing of Rosie out of her notebook, wadded it into a ball, and stuck it into the vent making sure to roll the wadded-up ball as close to Angel as possible.

“Angel, I sent you something,” Vaggie said.  “Check it out.”

Angel opened the vent on his side, leaned over with his one good arm, picked up the crumpled paper ball, unfolded it, and started laughing hysterically.

Vaggie chuckled with him and asked, “You like it?”

“Vags,” Angel said.  “This is absolute gold!”

“Well, I had to do something to stay awake,” Vaggie said laying back against the wall.  “That lecture was so goddamn boring!  You should have heard the nonsense she was spouting then and while she made me try on all those old clothes at the store.”

“Did you take any real notes, babe?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, do you wanna hear Rosie’s bullshit etiquette advice?” Vaggie asked with a smile in her voice.  

“Fuck yeah,” Angel said.  “It ain’t like we have anything better to do.”

Vaggie picked up her notebook, turned the page to her notes, and read out loud in as posh a tone as she could muster, “Shoulders back, feet flat on the ground, back straight…”

“It sounds like she said that a lot,” Angel interrupted.

“You have no idea,” Vaggie said making her aggravation clear through her voice.

“Oh, do tell me more,” Angel teased.

“Maintain your beauty and your personal appearance to your husband’s taste,” Vaggie read.  “As a wife, you owe it to your husband to remain pleasing to him to retain his respect and his love.”

“Jesus Christ,” Angel muttered with a chuckle.  “Are you his wife or his employee?”

“That’s what I said,” Vaggie retorted.

“Keep going,” Angel goaded.  

“A lady doesn’t eat like an animal,” Vaggie continued reading.  “She uses her cutlery and her manners.”

“Fair point,” Angel replied.  “Fair point, but you don't eat like an animal anyway.  Why the hell does she need to teach you that?”

“I don’t know,” Vaggie said in frustration.  “She yelled at me for not properly introducing myself as Alastor's fiancée.  “God!  You should have heard her lecture me on modesty!”

Angel scoffed and said, “You?  Modest?  Was she serious?”

“She was dead fucking serious,” Vaggie replied with a groan before she read from her notebook again.  “‘Ladies do not use profanity.  It is unbecoming.  Do not raise your voice unless you're spoken to and given permission by your husband.  Do not make your feelings known.  It is a mark of good breeding to suppress undue emotion, whether of disappointment, of mortification, or laughter, of anger, or of selfishness in any form.  Do not make any vulgar comments. Don't laugh too loud...’  Oh, my God!”

“That shoulda killed ya,” Angel said.  

“It almost did,” Vaggie replied.  “I had to stay calm or Alastor would have made me watch his familiars hurt you again.  No, the shopping is what killed me.  She only let me pick out these old ass dresses from the ‘30s…No offense.”

Angel cackled and said, “None taken.”

“I wanted another dress, but she ripped it away from me because of Alastor’s dress code,” Vaggie continued sadly.  “God, I couldn’t believe it.  It’s something that seems so petty, but it was so humiliating.  It was like I wasn’t even a person.  It’s hard to explain...”

“It’s like you only existed to be someone else’s object?  Like you didn’t have a will of your own?  Like your only purpose was to please an asshole you don’t even care about?” Angel replied with unexpected sorrow behind his voice.

Vaggie fell silent.

“Believe me, babe,” Angel continued.  “I know exactly how you feel.  That was my whole fucking life.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, my father was the same.  He had a rule for everything.  I was a son of the don.  I had no choice.  I lied about being the firstborn son earlier, but I still had a role I had to play and hated every minute of it.  I had to be fucking perfect for his goddamn mob, and he hated me when he realized I wasn’t his perfect son like Arackniss was.  That I was a fag.  He tried to change me.  My mother kept him back until she died.  God rest her soul.  But then, he went into overdrive.  He poured all his hatred into my big turd of a brother and made him hate me, too.  The two of them did all they could to control my life.  The only one I could talk to was Molly, but she was losing her mind.  I was too until that night I overdosed.  I tried to do all he asked, but not a fucking thing I did was ever good enough for him.”

“Oh, my God.  Angel, I had no idea.”

“I don’t exactly like to talk about it.  Why do you think I’m strung up most of the time?  It’s funny.  I’ve stayed away from both their asses for the past 73 years only for me to become the property of another no-good motherfucker…”

“Valentino?”

Angel paused with a sad smile and said, “You really do know everything.”

“You are the most popular porn star in all of Hell,” Vaggie said.

“More like the most popular prostitute and slave to the most powerful pimp,” Angel said with a scoff.  “God, you think I would have figured it out after the first time.  I’ve fucked up enough for both lifetimes.  I’ll be much happier when I’m in heaven with my ma, finally on good terms with God, and have a dimension separating me and all those other fuckers.”

Vaggie remained quiet for a moment before flipping to a blank page, writing on the blank page, tearing it out, folding it up, and slipping the slip of paper to Angel through the vent.

Angel reached into the vent, picked up the piece of paper, and read: “Charlie and your mother would be so proud of you.”

Angel smiled and felt an unexpected tear come to his eye as he said, “I love you too, Vaggie.”

Just then, Vaggie heard a door open and the sound of a cart being pushed in.

“Angel?!” Vaggie asked nervously.

“There’s nothing on my end, babe,” Angel said.  “It’s on yours.  Just stay right here next to me.”

Vaggie sat next to the wall nervously.  But just as soon as the cart rolled in, the noise stopped, and the door shut and locked again.  

“It’s gone,” Vaggie said.  “But I need to investigate.”

“Vaggie, I’d rather you didn’t,” Angel pleaded.  

Vaggie stood up and said, “I have to get out of this bathroom eventually.  Besides, I think I know what it is.”

Before Angel could protest, Vaggie exited the bathroom and saw the cart before her.  It was just a simple dinner cart with a large bottle of water and a plate of food covered by a silver lid.  She lifted the tray and saw a dinner plate of Southern comfort food.  Fried chicken, fried okra, green beans, and macaroni and cheese.

“What?!” Angel exclaimed in surprise.

“What is it?” Vaggie asked anxiously as she picked up her tray and carried it to the bathroom.

“Another smoothie like the one Alastor drugged me with earlier just appeared out of nowhere,” Angel said.  “Must be my dinner.”

“Dinner?” Vaggie said angrily.  “Alastor gave me a tray of food.  Why isn’t he giving you anything to eat?”

Angel scoffed and said, “Isn’t it obvious, doll?  Alastor has me on a liquid diet.  He’s trying to starve me to make me weaker and more compliant.  I know it.  Valentino has used this method of torture on me before.”

Vaggie furrowed her brow and said, “Wait a second.”

Angel complied setting his smoothie down on top of the toilet lid as he settled back in his spot.  

Angel then heard the sound of another paper ball being rolled in his direction through the vent.  He looked down into the vent, picked up the ball, and unwrapped the paper to find a fried chicken drumstick.  

Without a second’s hesitation, Angel scarfed down the chicken until the bone was picked clean.

“Thanks, Vaggie,” Angel said.

“There’s more where that came from,” Vaggie said crumpling up more paper balls of food for Angel.  “But you need to give me back the bone first.”

“Why?” Angel asked confusedly.

“So that Alastor doesn’t suspect anything because of a missing bone,” Vaggie replied.

Angel smiled, rolled the bone back into the paper, rolled it back to Vaggie in the vent, and said, “You’re quite the clever bitch.  I underestimated ya.”

“Well, you don’t survive being a prostitute in the slums of El Salvador by being stupid,” Vaggie said picking up the paper ball with the bone and rolling some okra in a paper ball back to Angel.

“So, you really were a whore, huh?” Angel said picking up the paper ball and unwrapping it to find okra inside.  “I’m sorry.  I just can’t imagine you letting any douchebag do you for money.”

“I was a very different person six years ago.  I’m not exactly proud of it,” Vaggie said preparing more paper balls for Angel.  “Make sure you leave no trash.  I don’t wanna imagine what Alastor and Rosie would do should they find out about any of this.”

“Gotcha,” Angel said.  “Just like dumping a stash of drugs in the old days.”

Angel scarfed down his food, threw the paper in the toilet, used toilet paper to sweep up any crumbs that were left, threw that away, and flushed the toilet.

“Good work,” Vaggie said as she finished rolling the last paper ball of food.  “I’m almost done rolling all the paper balls.  Get ready.”  

“Thanks,” Angel said.  “And for the record, I was a very different person too about 73 years ago.”

After doing some quick math, Vaggie replied, “1947?”

“Yep,” Angel replied.  “2014?”

“Yes,” Vaggie said opening the vent to roll all the paper balls to Angel.  “Get ready, Angel.  I’m sending the food over now.”

“You’re a saint, Vaggie,” Angel said.  “I don’t know how to thank ya.”

“Keep recovering until we can escape,” Vaggie replied rolling the paper balls through the vent.  “That’ll be thanks enough.  That, and maybe, start taking your redemption work at the hotel more seriously.”

Angel scoffed as he picked up all his paper balls and said, “I tracked you down here, got captured trying to save you, and still insisted on not leaving without you even though I was given the chance to escape.  Doesn’t that count for anything?”

Vaggie paused for a moment as she settled in on her side to eat her half of the food before she replied, “You know what?  I think you’re right.  You just might be closer to repentance than I thought.”

“Awww, what a sincere compliment,” Angel retorted facetiously.  “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Vaggie replied sarcastically prompting Angel to chuckle to himself before they both returned to eating her food.

The pair ate in silence until all the food was devoured and Angel had properly cleaned up his side and re-covered his vent.

When they were done, Angel asked, “Did you get enough to eat, babe?”

“Yeah,” Vaggie replied placing the last of the bones on her plate and covering the vent.  “Don’t worry about it.”

Vaggie stood up, exited the bathroom, and replaced the platter on the cart.  As soon as she did, the cart magically sped away.  The door opened by itself to let it out, then locked itself again once the cart was gone.

Vaggie sighed as she sat on the bed to figure out what to do next.  That was when she noticed the book The Taming of the Shrew sitting on the vanity.  Not having anything better to do, Vaggie picked up the book and carried it to the bathroom.

“Guess what I found on my vanity?” Vaggie asked.

“The Taming of the Shrew?” Angel asked.

“Yep,” Vaggie replied unenthusiastically.  “I must have held on to it when Rosie was dragging me up here.”

“That, or Alastor is being about as subtle as a bat to the face,” Angel replied with a scoff.

Vaggie snorted and replied, “No kidding.  Do you want me to read it to you this time?”

“Sure, I don’t mind hearing it,” Angel replied standing up.  “I can translate the bits you don’t understand.  Just wait a moment for me to grab my pillow and blankets.  Sitting on this floor is murder.”

“Alright,” Vaggie replied standing up and heading into her room to do the same thing.  

Vaggie grabbed her blankets and pillows and set up a bed on the floor right next to the vent.  

When she turned away to brush her teeth, Angel asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“I made a bed, so I could sleep closer to you,” Vaggie said picking up her toothbrush and turning on and off the sink to make it wet before she put on the toothpaste.

“Awww, you do have a soft side,” Angel gushed.

“Shut up,” Vaggie said turning away to brush her teeth amidst Angel’s chuckles.  

When Vaggie was done, she shut off the light and settled into her bed.  Angel did the same in his while Vaggie began reading the play from the last place they had left off.

[pinkalexlive]

I swung, aiming for surprise, directing the iron at the skull.

It caught the iron mid-swing.  I tried to wrench the weapon free and failed.

Another hand emerged from beneath the hides.  I had to let go of the weapon and back away before it could claw at me.

It took a half-step forward to follow.  It dropped the tire iron onto the road, where the snow muffled the sound.

Blake you can’t fight this with a stick so please run before you die and also get Rose more hurt maybe. Is this what got Molly?

“How does this end, then?” I asked.  “We wait out here by the side of the road until I freeze to death?”

I paced, watching how it followed.  The knobby, long-fingered hand came out as I drew too close.

There was a hint of hysteria in my voice as I spoke, “Can’t go forward, can’t go back.  I won’t go left.   Will you let me go right?”

I like that he’s talking in the middle of this. Makes no sense, I’d be breathing hard at least, but I like it.

The hop hadn’t inspired a sudden attack.  Briefly turning my back, too, seemed like it was fairly safe.

That in mind, when I found flat ground under my feet again, I ran.

SMART BLAKE YES

“Rose,” I gasped out the name.  I fumbled for the mirror, but my hands were frozen.  I got a grip on the bar that was supposed to fix the mirror to the ceiling and pulled it out.

“-here.”

Her voice was faint, tiny, and muffled, cutting off as though someone had reached out to muffle her.

ROSE IS ALIVE YES

I could feel a sick feeling in my gut, a combination of fear, despair, and the exhaustion of running.

I saw a figure up ahead, through the tree cover.

A quick glance back showed me the other one was still following.  Closing the gap.

“Hello!” I called out, and I was surprised at how hoarse my voice was, my throat made raw by the heavy breathing of frozen, dry air.  “Help me!”

The figure pushed through the cover of branches.

A bird skull, a covering of overlapping hides, bleached white and stained, and a heavy wreath of branches around the neck and shoulders, like a nest.

And there goes my good mood. Oooh no.

There, in the distance, in a gap between neat rows of trees.  A third, with the hides forming a hood over the bird skull.  Shorter than the others.

Bad bad bad

“Rose,” I said.

I heard only a whisper of a noise.  I wiped the mirror against the side of my leg, mid-run.

Bad bad bad bad bad

I came face to face with another of the bird-skulls, not looking carefully enough for the white skull and white hides against the snowy background.  It clawed at me, backhanded, and dashed the mirror out of my hands.  I fell, a result of the combined impact, pain and surprise, landing just beside the flecks of blood he’d clawed from my hand.  My glove was cut, the skin around it exposed, and a line of blood was nestled in the center.  Bewildered, I watched as the skin parted and joined together, as I opened and closed my hand.

Okay Blake I know that you are amazing but now is not the time to admire yourself

No mirror, no Rose.

WAIT WHAT

It clawed at me, backhanded, and dashed the mirror out of my hands.

NO

Were they wanting me to try to cross?  Was that the plan?

I sat by the bank instead.

I looked at the bird masks that had gathered formed a loose three-quarter circle around me.

“This okay with you bastards?” I asked.  “Can I sit?  You like this?”

The hides flapped in the wind.

“Motherfuckers,” I said.  I moved my hands up to my armpits, squishing them beneath my arms.  I could feel the pain in my wounded hand.  My cheek felt tight where I’d been scratched.

Blake: I want to run

Deerbirds: Run that way

Blake: Okay now I will not do that

“Please tell me reflections in water work too.”

“Yeah,” she responded.

Alright, so not everything’s fucked! That’s good!

“Does it matter?  I think those orders are why they’re behaving this way.  Barring my path to keep me from certain areas.  Driving me away from shelter, wearing me out.”

“They want plausible deaths.”

That means we have a smart antagonist for a smart protagonist... I’m ready for sassy Sherlock and also sassy Sherlock vs Deerbird Moriarty!

“Not sure how I’m supposed to do that,” I said.  I sighed, and my teeth chattered as the air passed through my lips.  “All I can figure is they don’t want to claw me to death.”

“Molly was clawed to death,” Rose said.

I closed my eyes.

Blake: Okay that’s neat Rose but could you please keep those thoughts to yourself thanks

Alternatively,

Blake: *inhale* boi.

I forced myself to my feet.  I was shaking, now.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“I’m not,” I said.  “I just hate sitting still.”

“You need a plan.”

“Any fucking ideas?” I asked.

Man, it’s only been two chapters but I’m so invested in Blake. I know he won’t die here but I am really scared it will happen anyway.

Maybe that’s the blogging’s fault?

The three-masked one slowly removed one mask from its shoulder.

It dawned on me.

That mask was going to be mine.

One of those is Molly. Calling it.

“I’ll take a guess, if you have to give me one, Rose.  Just lie convincingly.  I’ll lose heart if I don’t buy it.”

“Your three o’clock,” she said.

Nothing more.  No details.  No explanation on why it was the right direction.

Right.

I always love the chemistry between clones. It’s always unique but similar, and this is no different.

Each step was a careful one as I made my way towards the middle of the pond.  I transferred my weight with care, doing my best to avoid putting too much weight on one point at once.  The three-masked one moved to cut me off, keeping me on the ice.

I heard the faintest cracking sounds.  Around me, not them.

I made a beeline straight for three-masks.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh-

Woman’s hands, oddly enough, with flecks of nail polish still on one.  Wizened, worn, abused, with bits of nail splintered off where they had maybe scraped violently against something.

Grandma Rose?

The ice didn’t break beneath them.  My heart sank.

I collided head-on with three-masks, and felt her stab at my shoulders through my coat, clawing through fabric with no heed for her own well being.  Frenzied, violent and noisy after the almost tranquil quiet.

Are they ghosts? Wendigos? Some other horrible creature? Either way, they don’t ‘properly’ exist physically.

In one motion, full-body, I managed to heave it about three feet.  I watched it bounce off the ice and slide, uselessly, towards the middle of the spread out bird-masks.

It lay there for a good ten seconds before the ice broke.  I watched as the things plunged into the water.

Yay! Something worked!

Leaving me with only two to deal with.

I ran, fueled by desperation.

I ran, fueled by the adrenaline that pain was dumping into my body.  Through shock and fear.  Nothing conserved, nothing saved.

Thick trees tore at me, costing me my toque.  My frozen hand and foot were throbbing, now, and my injured hand was so cold I couldn’t open my fist.

NOT THE TOQUE! Saddest death so far. Rip toque, enjoy clothes heaven with scarf.

I found the end of the trees.  A strip of snow.  A line of road.

Squat, short buildings, and a sign reading ‘truck inspection area’.

Headlights flared in my field of vision, blindingly bright.

I staggered forward, collapsing onto my hands and knees.  I could hear a vehicle’s door open.

I’d say Blake is safe but I’m feeling more paranoid than he is.

“Good god, man,” a deep voice said.  “What the hell did you get yourself into?”

I thought about explaining, about the others.  I’d sound crazy.

I thought about making an excuse, saying I was chased by some delinquent kids.  It would get the police involved, and it would delay me.

“Car broke down,” I said, a little numb.  “I thought I’d take a shortcut, got turned around.  I- I- panicked.  I started running and got hurt.”

“We’ll get you an ambulance, not to worry.”

Why do nice people in this make me nervous?

“If I don’t get you to a hospital, and you die-”

“I’m not going to die,” I said, not sure if I was lying.  “Drop me off at the rest stop, I’ll warm up and get food.  I’ll hitch a ride to where I need to be.”

“If you’re positive,” he said.  “I don’t want you haunting me or anything, and I don’t want lawsuits either.  I don’t make that much money.”

He nodded.  “Sure, then.  You need help getting up?”

I like this guy but still don’t trust him. Also, did Whatbomb miss a line there?

Was that a rule, here?  No monsters after sunrise, or no monsters when others could see?

I made eye contact with Rose, in the side-view mirror.

She looked drained, haggard.  Almost worse than I did.

Day is typically good in stories, so I’d say yes. Also, Rose is okay! Yay! Kinda okay. Maybe a little worn down.

As the truck driver talked to some employees, negotiating a way to get me to my stop, I saw a man in the corner with an oddly crooked stance, leaning against the wall as if his limbs wouldn’t hold him up, the whites of his eyes too white as he tracked us with his gaze.  Staying out of the way, almost out of sight.

SUSPICIOUS! STAY AWAY BLAKE, THAT’S A BADDIE

Wow. The chapter’s already done. Not much calling it in this chapter, so I’m gonna hold off on analysis until after a few more ‘calling it’s.

I’m really nervous and I love that!

[hp-nextgen-fest]

2020 HP Next Gen Fest Anonymous Masterlist

Here is the complete Anonymous Masterlist for the 2020 @hp-nextgen-fest! Reveals will be going up next Monday on November 30, so there is still plenty of time to make your way through any entries you might have missed. Don't forget to leave some comments on these amazing creations to let the authors and artists know how much you've enjoyed their hard work! :D

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AcciDental Magic [Rose, Hugo, & Grandparents | General] Hermione and Ron are called away for a case and left without their usual child-minder when Molly falls ill. Hermione’s parents step up to keep Hugo and Rose, in spite of Hermione’s warning that the two little ones have some big issues with accidental magic. The story is told comic book style, with illustrations and voice bubbles.

Woke up married! [James Sirius/Teddy | General] They get well and truly bladdered at Albus's stag do and wake up in bed together with matching wedding bands...

Sunday Practice [James Sirius/Teddy | General] Teddy thought that morning practice on Sunday was going to be something he would soon regret, but things may turn more interesting than expected.

Introduction [Albus, Severus, & Albus Severus | General] Albus Severus Potter gets to know the men he's named for by asking them about the experiences, memories, and motives that shaped their lives.

Eyecandy [James Sirius/Teddy | General] After months of extensive Auror training, Teddy comes with the Potters to the beach. James. Cannot. Stop. Staring. At. Teddy. Shirtless.

FIC

We Keep Loving Anyway [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 7.1k] After Albus finds out Scorpius is part vampire he can’t stop thinking about being bitten. He can’t stop thinking about Scorpius in general, but that’s been the case since he was fifteen. At least, when it comes to Scorpius he’s used to not getting what he wants. He’s happy with what he has, or at least, comfortable. That is until he accidentally asks for it, then it all starts to change.

The perks of Veritaserum [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 5.1k] James drank a long-lasting version of Veritaserum and is miserable and Teddy is having the time of his life. That is, until they’re both having the time of their lives.

Thunderstruck [Charlie/Teddy | Explicit | 2.6k] There’s not a lot for dragon tamers to do when stuck inside during a storm, but looking at this particular new recruit―well, Charlie can’t help but think of a few ways they could pass the time.

Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Mature | 1.7k] Away on a book tour Albus Severus Malfoy grows a very creepy mustache, much to the horror of his still at home husband Scorpius Malfoy.

Mission in Nairn [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit | 7k] Lily Luna Potter is paired with Draco Malfoy for her first Auror Mission. On their last night, she decides to act on the lingering tension that had been building up between them.

No Other Alpha But You [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Explicit | 7.1k] Scorpius Malfoy has applied to be Albus' heat partner. There's no way James is letting that happen.

The Scorpion King [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 3.8k] Scorpius Malfoy, AKA the Scorpion King, has ruled Britain ever since his father turned his sights to conquering Europe. With his right-hand man and most trusted advisor, Albus Potter, Scorpius has a life of elegance and power. But he's had enough of the beautiful women that usually grace his bed. Scorpius has decided he wants something else in bed. Something more. Scorpius Malfoy wants Albus Potter.

Islands of the Upper Air [Lily Luna/Luna | General | 1.5k] Lily Luna has never liked her namesake, or her strange and sometimes absurd way of looking at the world. But a weekend full of ancient rituals and mountain forests is an eye opener, in more ways than one.

Expecto Patronum!! [James Sirius/Teddy | Mature | 45.7k] James Potter had always known exactly what he wanted; to open a pub of his own, maybe travel the world, and live a simple life with the only man he’d ever loved. For years he waited, quietly determined to help Teddy see what could be between them. But just when everything he’d ever dreamed of was finally within his reach, it was ripped away in an instant. With Teddy missing, and presumed dead, James is left to pick up the pieces. John has no idea what he wants. He doesn’t even know who he is. But when he hears a strikingly familiar voice – on an otherwise ordinary day – he sets out to discover everything he can about the man that occupies his dreams. And Harry, well, Harry just wants to put his failures behind him. Until a series of unexpected events forces him to reexamine a case that he’d given up on solving. With the help of an unexpected ally, he just might find the answers he’s been looking for.

lily's potter [Lily Luna/Lysander & Lily Luna/Draco | Mature | 8.3k] "But what if I keep it? What’s the contingency plan there?” She took a seat next to Lily. She spoke slowly, as if she was thinking about it for the first time, too. “Well, I mean, you keep your baby. You raise it. You love it. It goes on to do wonderful things because it’s a Potter.” Lily snorted. “It’s a Potter?” “Why not? I mean it’s just as much you as whoever is the father. Why shouldn’t it be a Potter first?”

Snaked a Claim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Teen | 1.6k] Everyone knew Albus was gay from age five when he would dramatically swoon every time Goncalo Flores the Quidditch player was mentioned. Twenty years later and Harry still tells the tale - much to Al’s embarrassment.

And I Fell Heavy (Into Your Arms) [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 9.1k] When James Sirius Potter travels to America for three weeks, the turquoise-haired Healer Teddy Lupin misses his boyfriend very much indeed. Luckily, Teddy has (sexy) floo calls, charmed obsidian pendants and hastily made chastity promises to keep him busy. Based on the following prompt: Absence makes the heart grow fonder... Right? Smutty phone!sex? Longing letters? All up to you!

Dirty Duelling [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit | 6.1k] Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)

Albus’ Private Lesson of Sex Education [Albus Severus/James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 4.5k] Albus has some doubts about sex. Luckily he has an older brother, who can initiate him. How does this lesson go? James will be the teacher, Albus his good and obedient student and Teddy will be more than happy to serve them as a learning tool. In which a delicious Teddy sandwich is served.

Four Reasons [James Sirius/Teddy | General | 8.1k] There were a couple of things James should've considered more seriously before coming back to work at Hogwarts as the new Flying Instructor. His dad being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor there, for one. The fact that he hadn't really flown since a career-ending injury had put an abrupt end to his Quidditch fame two years ago, for another. His ridiculous, teenage crush on Teddy Lupin, his friend and Hogwarts' newest Charms professor, perhaps most of all.

An Interlude [Lavender/Victoire | Explicit | 4.9k] Victoire is supposed to be chasing a serial killer, not shagging her uncle’s dead ex-girlfriend.

Mint & Apples [Harry/Teddy | Explicit | 4.3k] Teddy Lupin's not-quite-wolf has chosen Harry Potter as his mate, that's all. He hasn't got a crush on his best friend's father, really. He also definitely isn't obsessed with Harry Potter's scent.

This is Love [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 24.8k] Most of Albus’s bad life decisions can be summed up in a word: James. When he got a shitty tattoo in the Fifth Year—done by some bloke in a dirty flat—well, that was James’s idea. When he got picked up by Aurors for doing hallucinogens—James was the one who’d convinced him to do them at a party. That time they stole the flying motorbike Dad gave to Teddy—James was the one who insisted it was a rite of passage to drive it over London at dawn. Neither Dad nor Teddy was impressed with that explanation. Now, here Albus is living another bad choice that was born of James’s influence.

The Balance Between Studying and Relaxing [Rose/Teddy | Explicit | 3.7k] Rose has been studying non-stop for her upcoming barrister exam. With Hermione attending Hugo’s Quidditch trials for moral support and Ron away on business, there’s only one person available to keep an eye on her. And Teddy is only too happy to take the role.

The last ones to know [Albus Severus/Scorpius | General | 5.2k] Albus and Scorpius have a very close relationship. Everyone can see it. Perhaps they are the last ones to know jus how close they are.

You've Got A Second Chance (You Could Go Home) [James Sirius/Teddy | Teen | 16k] “What about James?” James, dear Merlin, not James, not again. His boy, his son, the brightest star in the constellation of Harry’s patchwork family, not him. “I think he’s relapsed.” – They tried this when James was nineteen and Teddy was twenty five. It crashed and burned. Teddy ran away to Finland and James... well Teddy's about to find out what happened to James, now that he's back two years later.

Falling for You [James Sirius/Scorpius | General | 1.2k] Scorpius didn't care about Quidditch until he saw James Sirius on a broom.

Heart-Shaped Ottoman [Draco/Teddy | Explicit | 6.3k] Draco has had interns before, but none so bothersome as Teddy Lupin.

Living With Our Eyes Half Open [James Sirius & Scorpius | Teen | 5.5k] James didn’t mean to get his brother-in-law kidnapped alongside him that morning, but that is definitely what happened.

Faim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 9.6k] "So, this is the city of love!" Scorpius declared, adjusting the straps on his backpack. Albus wrinkled his nose. "City of pigeons, more like," he corrected, stepping around another fat, grey bird Or: Scorbus go to France.

Unexpected [Lily Luna/Pansy | Explicit | 1.2k] Draco and Harry's engagement party brings about an unexpected, but not unwelcome, event.

Remember to Forget [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Mature| 17.5k] The moment they kissed, James and Albus knew that they'd never be able to live without this -- too in love to walk away. Years later, and well into adulthood, the possible repercussions of their relationship feel very real and very scary. Without the strength to break it off, they're left with a single solution: a company that specializes in erasing and altering memories. Now the only thing left to do, is to say goodbye.

[btsboysenthusiast]

I was tagged by my friend @heresthesetting on my personal account that I rarely use, except for looking through things on my phone and to message a friend on their on my phone, so Imma do it on here. 

Rules: Answer 28 questions and tag at least 20 blogs you would like to know better.

Name: Molly

Nickname: One of my best friends calls me Mollu due to many spelling errors when she tried to type a Y but got a U. My family calls me by my middle name. I had a teacher I loathed call me Molls. I also have a nickname at my martial arts school, but I won’t share (gotta keep it within the school ;)))))))

Gender: Cis Female y’all

Height: 5′5 (Honestly I check my height by comparing myself to tall people I know and going off that)

Starsign: Leo, and somedays, it fits, and others;;;; not so much. I relate to the constant need to be loved and being creative. Just all that stuff. 

Time: 6:06 PM 

Birthday: August 19th 

Favorite Bands: BTS (I mean come on), Seventeen, Twice, Tegan and Sara, Arctic Monkeys, Hey Violet, and I’m kind of into VIXX and BigBang. 

Favorite Solo Artists: Alessia Cara, Logic, Demi Lovato, Kesha, Lady Gaga, Sia and Beyonce. 

Song Stuck in My Head: Toxic by Britney Spears (Someone said if life was a music soulmate au, that’d be my song and imagine the look of disgust the person who’s supposed to be my soulmate would have listening to their soulmate’s song being Toxic). 

Last Movie I Saw: The Modern version of Romeo and Juliet with Leonardo Di Caprio. It was weird. 

When did I start this Blog: June of 2017

Last Thing I Googled: How to cancel a subscription on a monthly sticker club

Any Other Accounts: I have an originally intended writing account that’s now a dead multifandom account @yourmarigolddreamer. I kind of want to start it up again, then again I have a huge ass fear of people stealing my work online 

Why Did I Choose URL: I think it speaks for itself tbh 

Following: 66 (I need more accounts to follow tbh im looking for quality BTS accounts run by nonproblematic armys, stationary, fashion, BUJO stuff, aesethetics, and art) 

Followers: 305 (LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL)

Average hours of sleep: 6-7 hours, and 10 hours during break

Lucky Number: 64 or 3

Instruments: I played the piano for two years, and the violin for a few months. My elementary school also had a shitty recorder concert in 3rd grade, and I pretended to play along. 

What I’m wearing: Pyjama pants, a hoodie, and wooly penguin socks. Basically my home productive and/or my life is falling apart clothes. 

Dream Job: I’d absolutely want to be a writer. But other things I’ve considered are communications specialist, working at a nonprofit, an English Teacher, head of a media empire and being a boss bitch, or something involved in Television. 

Dream Trip: Going all over Europe, Africa, and Asia tbh. I love the idea of traveling around the world and writing in a diary about it. But honestly, if I can get to these places by train (after a plane), I’m fucking in. 

Nationality: American rip

Favorite Song: This is really hard damn. Fav BTS song is Spring Day, hands down. But right now, I’m loving Closer by Tegan and Sara. 

I’m gonna tag some friends and mutuals like a creep

@fullmetal-calculus @awkward-angel-0120 @tragic-city @bella-ballerinaa @wolf-pj-20 @hariacchi @appreciatebtshyungline @

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

A Brief Recap of My Vacation Thus Far

- Yesterday, we accidentally took the wrong route and ended up on The Bad Bridge, everyone was panicked and our travel time was increased by an hour

- We still somehow made it here before the rest of my family. I get so much shit but honestly? None of us are capable of being on time

- There was a guy innocently dancing at a gas station, my grandmother called him a 'nut' and he heard and started laughing with us. This innocent interaction somehow sparked into a 30 minute race debate where I was told "It's bad to be PC. You're being too PC." All I did was say "Hey, maybe don't refer to non-white strangers as 'foreigners'". Help me.

- My Grandmother, like, completely unprompted, started denying the fact that the world has a growing population that's a bit of an issue??? Still confused

- I forgot. To pack. My headphones.

- My mother peer pressured me into drinking at dinner (omfg the waitress asked me if I had an id and literally before I could move to pull it out she goes 'who am I kidding, I can't fucking see it unless you hold it all the way over the ocean). Despite my usually high tolerance, I hadn't eaten all day so while I wasn't acting drunk or tipsy I could not make my legs function properly rip

- I came home and slept for like six hours before my mother's monstrous snoring woke me up at 2 am. Was never able to recover. I'm so tired rn

- The whole family, in true form, spent the morning ignoring me and then left for the beach without me. It took me over an hour to dredge up enough willpower to walk there myself

- I had to leave through the garage, in which you have to walk through the Hillbilly Murder Showers and struggle with The Very Small Yet Astoundingly Heavy Door. Despite pressing the button a total of six times, it still had to be essentially pried open

- This lead me to under the Boardwalk, which was covered with orange construction cones and had a huge gaping hole with Very Worrying Noises emerging from it, new feature this year. I almost took it as an omen to head back but trekked on anyway, managing to not fall into the hole.

- My family was found under a flag for the country of Montserrat, a place none of us have even heard of, but apparently my cousin kept getting emails that he had been promoted to the general of their military, and found the flag on complete coincidence and thought it fate. There was also an Eagles flag, because we are quite literally never allowed to forget that this is a Philly Family(tm)

-  My mother learned the hard way that you're supposed to Goddamn rub in the spray on sunscreen

- My hair got caught in my sunglasses so badly we almost had to consider using scissors to cut them out

- The Moon Was Apparently Out, But Only Eileen Can See It For Some Reason

- My younger cousins have a profound misunderstanding of what an undertow is

- The water was so rough today it was alarming tbh like HUGE waves hitting in the shallows, I was getting a little worried

- Even though alcohol has like, never been allowed on the beach, this year they apparently decided to Care About The Rules, so police officers were milling about. My family decided the best, least suspicious way to hide the beer was solo cups.

- I ate my weight in resses cups because I literally have no concept of self control

- Every time I pulled out my book, Jenna popped up going "did you know that movie sucked?". She wouldn't stop. I was there for three hours and barely made it to chapter 2

- Me, stuffing my face with cheese and sliced ham "idk veganism sounds kinda neat"

- My cousins three month old baby was there and my mom had to keep this child in her sight at all times like she was so convinced something was gonna Happen

- Also, the baby's grandmother was holding her while she napped and she went on this little tangent to my mom like "My mother taught me how to put a baby to sleep-" like she kept going on in this nostalgic tone about her mother and finally mom was like "Kathy we're literally sisters and mom is sitting right there you don't have to do this no one cares"

- Megan took a nap and her seven year old woke her up to ask her where his shirt was and she got. UNREASONABLY mad at him. The whole 'God forbid I can rest I do everything' spiel but like. Megan. Megan. You were asleep for like two hours. He's seven. Megan he's literally a baby he can't exactly be independent all the time.

- Seanie came over and was sitting on the big wheel of the wagon next to me so I asked him what he was doing and he went "Well, apparently I can't sit in a chair without people annoying me" and gave me a VERY pointed look so I just went back to my book so as to not invoke a 12 year old's wrath

- Can I just say: Seagulls need to stay THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME

- I cowered in fear most of the day

- A man with a chair strapped to his back and very dark sunglasses wandered into our site, head tilted toward the sky and arms out in front of him, wobbling and almost fell into multiple holes my cousin's dug. He didn't seem to notice us as we called out to him, and eventually tumbled out of our site and plopped his chair down some ways away, which he collapsed into. The Elders and The Youngins' were convinced he was blind and was whispering amongst themselves, if he's blind where's his cane? Why's he here alone? Is he really blind. To which one relative finally quipped "Well, I'm sure some alcohol can MAKE you blind" and I was cracking up tbh like how HADNT they smelled the booze coming off him when he passed by?

- Danny, 12 years old, sitting calmly in the sun, drinking a large mason jar of pickle juice. When I politely asked him what the fuck, he turned and held eye contact with me for a solid three minutes, still drinking the pickle juice.

- When you're scared about getting arrested for drinking a bottle of beer but someone can apparently start Blazing It(tm) feet away from the police with no repercussions

- Also...random observation but all the police officers, firemen, and various other In Charge people I've encountered down here over the years seem to be younger than me? Why is this place being run by 18 year olds?

- Intense debate about why there's been so little promotion for Sharknado 5, airing this Sunday.

- Holy SHIT okay so I started leaving the beach right

- I'm having trouble trekking through the thick sand. My hair looks like a literal nest, I am unevenly pale and tan, a chair and bag are threatening to knock me over in the winds- basically I look outside like the mess I've always been inside.

- AND THIS FUCKING

-THIS FUCKING GREEK GOD OF A LIFEGUARD

- YOUNG, FIT, SHIRTLESS, BLINDING SMILE, EFFORTLESS HAIR, LITERALLY THE MOST FLAWLESS TAN I HAVE EVER SEEN

- HE FUCKING PULLS UP TO ME IN HIS SAND ROVER

- REMEMBER I LOOK LIKE A HERMIT CRAB THAT JUST EMERGED FROM THE SEWERS HERE

- AND HE JUST CHEERFULLY CALLS "MOLLY! HOP IN, I'LL GIVE YOU A RIDE!"

- HOW

- THE

- FUCK

- HOW DOES THIS GORGEOUS ENTITY KNOW MY NAME? WHY WOULD THIS IMMORTAL BEAUTY CHOOSE TO ASSOCIATE WITH ME.

- He said "Molly" one more time and I'm not kidding or exaggerating. I felt my name in his voice IN MY UTERUS.

- We did not speak the entire ride, but he somehow knew pretty much exactly where to drop me off and told me to have a great day before rovering off into the fucking sunset

- I am still so SHOOK right now who was this man????? I know for a fact I've never met him before so HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME. Why did fate bring us together when I looked so authentically me???? Who is pulling these strings I Would Like A Word With Them

- I need to lie down it's been far too long since I was this attracted to a person idk what to do goodnight

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30 Question Tag

mI was tagged by @namjjoon (ayy thanks)

rules: answer 30 questions and then tag 20 blogs you would like to know better

1. Nickname: Jay is a nickname but people also call me Johnny, Jaybird, or Child

2. Gender: skateboarding skeleton

3. Star sign: virgo

4. Height: 5′1 (154cm)

5. Time: 4:18 pm

6. Birthday: Sept 19th

7. Favourite band(s): bts, depeche mode, gorillaz, she wants revenge, queens of the stone age, the cure, oingo boingo, the white stripes, flogging molly, the doors

8. Favourite solo artist(s): dean, jay park, jack white, chris cornell, suran

9. Song stuck in my head: strobe light - gorillaz 

10. Last movie I watched: L change the world

11. Last show I watched: american gods

12. When did I create my blog: this one in 2016

13. What do i post: only kpop on this blog

14. Last thing I googled: Universal Halloween Horror Nights

15. Do you have other blogs: main: @jasonsstodd, aesthetic: @buckubucku, gaming: @johnnytopsiide, death note: @rueryuzakii

16. Do you get asks: rarely

17. Why did you choose your URL: i really fucking love namjoon and he’s a genius

18: Following: 1227 (i rly need to go through and unfollow a lot but i’m lazy)

19. Followers: 511

20. Favourite colour: blue, black, grey

21. Average hours of sleep: usually around 4 hours

22. Lucky number: 3

23. Instruments: guitar, bass guitar, clarinet, percussion, saxophone

24. What am I wearing: ripped jeans, black hoodie, red converse (holy shit dude we were wearing the same thing ahhgafg)

25. How many blankets do I sleep with: 1

26. Dream job: game design

27. Dream trip: anywhere with my friends and i’m happy

28. Favourite food: noodles, cereal, ice cream

29. Nationality: american

30. Favourite song now: How I Feel - A Tribe Called Red

I’m tagging: @xiumines, @je0n, @oddjuly, @lesbianblossomjimin, @monbeebeehoney

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All of them (bc why not)

HOLY CRAP HERE WE GO

Harry Potter: How do you want to be remembered?

As someone who made a difference; someone who was kind, sweet, funny, and loving. 

Hermione Granger: If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet?

Daniel Handler/Lemony Snicket- This man is amazing. He’s my favourite author and I couldn’t even begin to express how much I love him.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle- Another one of my favourite authors. He was insanely intelligent and just sounds like an awesome guy.

J.K. Rowling- Obviously.

Gerard Way- His songs mean so much to me, and his art is amazing…I just love him so much

Dan and Phil- (including them as one fite me) They’re so smart and funny and sweet and I just really really want to meet them.

(that’s just the first few to come to my head)

Ron Weasley: What ice-cream flavours do you love/hate?

Mint Chip is one of my favourites (fun fact! for a while I only said it was my favourite because it was my favourite character’s favourite flavour). I also L O V E cookie dough and cotton candy. I cant hate ice cream broski

Hagrid: If you could breed two totally different animals together, what new animal would you create?

A turtle and a sloth. No specific reason why.

Dumbledore: What is your most treasured possession?

My books, probably. (This includes my sketchbooks)

Voldemort: On the first day of ruling the world, what would you do?

Remove all laws against things people can’t control or that don’t harm others (being gay, bathroom bans, religions, etc.). After that I’d order the wealth of the world to be spread more evenly, as well as the food.

Fred Weasley: If you were told you only had one week left to live, what would you do?

Cry? Then I’d probably read, try to do something impactful, start a fundraiser (people love to donate to dying teens) so the funds could go somewhere important like disaster relief.

George Weasley: If you could read minds, whose would you want to read?

Authors mostly. Also my friends, see how they really feel about me.

Draco Malfoy: Do you like yourself?

I’m working on it? I know I don’t hate everything about myself (even though it feels like it sometimes), and I’m trying to be more positive.

Ginny Weasley: What’s your favorite indoor/outdoor activity?

Drawing and listening to music.

Neville Longbottom: What’s your fondest memory?  

(Oh it sounds so pathetic) Going to Universal? Honestly I was shaking it was literally like stepping right into the movies I’ve been watching since I was 2. I really love the peaceful happy moments spent with friends and my cousins (they live like 10 hours away). Singing and feeling genuinely happy.

Luna Lovegood: What are your favorite lyrics?

Oh there are SO many I’ll just go with the ones I can think of first

“I never let them see the worst of me. ‘Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?” Words Fail, DEH

“I cry tears you’ll never see. So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean, and leave me be.” Save Rock And Roll, FOB

“Oh how stupid to think that I could compare to the pretty girl with the butterscotch hair. And I won’t hate you but oh, it stings. How does it feel to be adored by him?” Adored By Him, Dodie Clark

All of Waving Through A Window

And wow that was depressing how about a nice one

“Take my jumper. Wear it, you’ll need it on the train home. And everyone will know that I’ve been loved tonight; a permanent hug from you.” Permanent Hug From You, Dodie Clark

Severus Snape: Of all your pet-peeves, which is the strangest?

Wow there’s a lot…incorrect grammar, being able to hear people chewing, clicking noises with no rythm or beat, people being too physically close…

Remus Lupin: What is your greatest fear?

Being alone.

James Potter: If you were reincarnated as an animal/drink/ice cream flavor, what would it be?

Honestly I have no idea…I have yet to decide on a favourite animal, drinkwise maybe one of those punches with pop and ice cream, and ice cream flavour…uhh is music a flavour?

Lily Potter: Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

Anyone? People in general, I don’t really see myself as a person anymore, or at least worthy of the same respect and treatment so I’d do a lot for other people and yes, if it came to it, probably die for them too.

Sirius Black: What are your views on sex?

Personally I think it looks like a great thing to be shared with the right person. I think everyone has a right to their own bodies and their own decisions but I personally would have to be with someone for a while first.

Tonks: if you could be anyone else for a day, fictional or non-fictional who would you be any why?

Oh man idek that’s so difficult…..maybe Tonks? Honestly she’s so sweet and fun and CONFIDENT I could totally learn from that. Plus the metamorphagus powers would be awesome. and of course she’s married to remus

McGonagall: What do you believe I am thinking right now?

I think you’re doing the Jared Kleinman Laugh TM because of all the work you’re making me do.

Bellatrix: three words would others probably use to describe you?

annoying, irritating, stupid hopefully sweet, kind and funny

Lucius Malfoy: Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

I love debating, but actual arguements happen VERY rarely…I never stand up for myself so the only time I’ll argue with someone is if they’re hurting one of my friends.

Molly Weasley: What do you define as a family?

A group of people who love each other, feel comfortable around each other, and support and bring out the best in each other.

Arthur Weasley: If you could have any career possible, what would it be?

FULL TIME LIBRARIAN, PART TIME TATTOO ARTIST

Peter Pettigrew: If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

If I had to, I would put much more thought and research into it but atm probably Beatrice or Elizabeth or something gender neutral

Umbridge: If you could choose, how would you want to die?

I WANT TO BE HIT BY AN AMBULANCE, AND HAVE JUST ENOUGH CONCIOUSNESS TO SAY “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE”

Colin Creevey: Who inspires you?

Youtubers like Dan and Phil, Thomas Sanders, and Dodie, as well as the members of MCR and authors and artists in general.

Dean Thomas: Are you generally organised or messy?

It’s a mix. I want to be organised, and some places of my life are organised (my closet is organised in rainbow order as well as type of clothing) but others are horrible (my room is a dump).

Seamus Finnigan: What makes you laugh?

Youtube, memes….everything tbh

Dudley Dursley: Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Not gonna say the name but there’s a person I know who basically destroyed my mental state. They insisted they were a friend while shredding any self-esteem I had to bits. They made it nearly impossible for me to talk, telling me “no one cares” “shut up” or “you have no friends” anytime I opened my mouth, which of course echoed in my head when they weren’t around. They terrify me, because I know they can rip down the self-confidence I’m working so hard to build back up with a sentence. And I have to see them every day again. And they’re acting just like they used to.

Vernon Dursley: Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Gosh this is tough. I don’t really…have a best friend. I used to, years ago. And last year, another person. But at the moment…no one. So that makes it really hard to choose someone. I know it doesn’t have to be a best friend but there isn’t really anyone else, either so…no…one?

Petunia Dursley: How close are you to your family?

Fairly? I feel like I hide a lot though.

Victor Krum: What is your favorite form of exercise?

none probably hiking on a nice cool day in the forest. Or sit-ups. Those aren’t too hard, so I don’t mind them.

Dobby: Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

(FINALLY LAST ONE) For most things, I very much need a plan. Otherwise I panic. If it’s just hanging out with friends, though, I do enjoy just wandering around shopping at festivals or downtown (but there has to be a set plan to get there ha)