#and alison asks him ‘and what do you see in the mirror now’

[specialagentlokitty]

Lydia x Brother!reader - trust you

Lydia Martin X Brother!Reader (if ok? If not, could I request it be sibling!reader instead please?) Who has ADHD and has an interest in supernatural creatures, and Lydia has always gone to him for advice on any new threats, but when R is attacked by a monster Lydia is both worried and feeling guilty for not telling R about the supernatural world being real, but assures R that her and the pack have his back? Sorry for it being long! - Anon💜

Sitting in your room, you tapped your pen against the book in front of you as you scrolled through the webpage on your computer.

You were noting things down about druids, a current fascination of yours.

You were curious about supernatural creatures, you didn’t care that they were myths, you simply just loved learning about them, the lore behind them.

And right now you were down the rabbit hole of druids and the lore behind them, there was is much to read and learn, you hadn’t realised you had been at it nearly all day until your sister came in.

“I have a question about banshees.”

You blinked, shaking your head a little as you looked up at your sister, turning your chair around to look at you properly as you kicked your feet up on the desk.

“Go for it Lydia.”

“Well, what exactly do they do?”

“I suppose it depends on the country and the lore, some say they can predict death, when they sense or know someone is close to death the scream. It can be said that if you hear a banshee scream, you or someone close to you will die soon.”

She nodded her head, asking a few more follow up questions.

You happily answered them all, unaware of her muted phone in her pocket with the rest of her friends listening to the conversation.

When she seemed happy with everything, she smiled at you and stood up, hugging you lightly.

“Thank you!”

“Welcome, but you’ve reminded me I haven’t eaten all day so I’m going to grab some food, want anything?”

“Oh can you bring me some rice from that really nice place you go to?”

“Absolutely!”

You jumped up and tossed a hoodie on, pulling some shoes on and left your room only to go back to grab your car keys and leave.

Lydia had left just before you so you locked up the house and began to drive across the town to your favourite takeaway.

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you glanced in your rear view mirror for a split second, and when you looked to the road again you slammed on your breaks.

Your car screeched to a halt and you quickly jumped out, rushing forward to make sure you hadn’t hit the person who just appeared in the middle of the road.

“Are you insane?!” You yelled.

You walked around the front of your car and furrowed your brows a little, looking around.

There was no one there, but you were sure that you had seen someone.

So, you did one last check and turned around, and the last thing you remembered was glowing blue eyes.

It was Noah who found you, he had a report of a car abandoned in the middle of the street, and he went to investigate and he just happened to see you in the edge of his headlights.

You were rushed to the hospital and into surgery, and he immediately called Stiles to tell your sister.

The whole pack were at the hospital, Stiles, Scott, Derek, Peter, Alison, Lydia, Noah and Melissa who had just finished her shift.

“Oh god.. we.. I.. I should’ve told him…” Lydia sobbed.

“You were trying to protect him..” Scott whispered.

“And now he’s dying!” Lydia snapped.

“Hey, hey he’s not dying. They said he’s doing really well, just another hour at most until they’re done.” Melissa said.

Lydia kept blaming herself and they did everything they could to try and reassure her.

At her request, one of the werewolves stayed with you at all times to keep you safe, mostly Derek or Peter.

And a few days later you woke up, in pain and groggy.

“Well hey.”

You looked to your side, brows furrowed a little.

“Mrs… McCall…?”

“Give me a second alright, don’t move.”

You gave a small nod and she did some checks on you before helping you slowly sit up and rested you against the pillows.

“The sheriff is actually outside, do you mind answering a few questions for him?”

You weakly shook your head and she brought him in.

“Can you tell me what happened that night?” He asked.

You opened your mouth and closed it again.

“I… glowing..”

“Glowing?” He asked.

“Glowing.. eyes…”

The two adults shared a look and nodded to you, and you told them what you could remember which wasn’t much.

Melissa left to call your sister and parents, and Noah stayed with you, sitting on the end of your bed helping you ease your nerves by talking to you.

You had to stay in hospital for another week and you were finally allowed to go home.

You didn’t leave your room much, you stayed inside it, and it’s what you were doing now, standing in front of your mirrored wardrobe staring at your bare chest, the deep, jagged, pink scars going across it.

There was a knock on your door, and you looked towards it to see Lydia walking in.

“Do they still hurt…?” She asked quietly.

You shrugged a tiny bit.

“A little I guess.”

Grabbing your hoodie you tossed it on, and turned to look at her.

She had tears in her eyes.

“Lydia… come here.”

You walked over and hugged her tightly, and she sobbed.

“It’s all my fault!”

“You didn’t hurt me, it’s not your fault.”

“No! No I should’ve told you straight away!”

You pulled away and frowned at her.

“It’s why I was asking all those questions! Why I come to you asking weird questions because I know you know the answers!” She sobbed.

You placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey tell me what’s going on? Why’re you blaming yourself?”

Lydia took a small breath and wiped her eyes.

“They’re real…”

You looked at her confused.

“Supernatural creatures are real…”

“Lydia you’re my sister, I love you most of the time, but did you hit your head.”

“No! I’m telling the truth! Just.. come with me.”

She grabbed your arm and dragged you to her car, and she drove you to a building you didn’t recognise.

She dragged you inside and you saw all her friends were stood waiting.

“Show him.” She said.

“Are you sure?” Derek asked.

“Show him please.”

They shared a look but nodded, Scott, Derek and Peter stood forward and you watched in horror as their eyes changed, faces changed.

Yellow, blue and red all staring at you, and you stumbled back into the door, dragging Lydia behind you.

You put yourself between them and her.

“They’re okay! They won’t hurt you!”

She slowly took you to the couch and they explained everything to you, and you were having a hard time processing it all.

But you just nodded along.

“So.. you’re all supernatural creatures…?”

“Me and Stiles aren’t.” Alison said.

You turned to Lydia.

“You’re… like them…?”

“No I’m a banshee…”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“How can.. how can you feel so safe with them…?”

You mumbled.

Lydia reached out, placing her hand on your arm.

“They’re going to protect you I promise, you’re my brother, you’ve always been part of the pack.” She said.

“It was one of them that.. that did this to me…”

“It wasn’t them I swear, it was someone else we’re looking for them.” Stiles said.

You glanced at him.

“How can.. how can you feel safe with them..?”

“Because we’re trying to protect people.” He smiled.

You looked to your sister.

“I promise you, they have your back. We have your back. Okay? I promise.”

You looked at her, and glanced at the pack then turned back to Lydia.

You slowly nodded your head you weren’t sure what to think about all of this, but you trusted your sister so you wanted to trust her on this too

[lords-of-mayhem]

I love Social Cues by cage the elephant! I know it’s one of their more recently popular songs but I really feel like it didn’t get the love it deserves.

Would you care to elaborate on your country music stance? Where I’m from is like 80% country music so personally I’m pretty tired of it but can’t admit there are lots of great country songs - 🐈‍⬛

I love Cage The Elephant so much and Social Cues is a fantastic song that doesn't get the love it deserves. Have you gotten to see them live? They are fantastic. I've seen them a few times and one of those was actually their tour with Beck for the Night Running album which is what Social Cues came out on.

And I personally love country! I was very fortunate to grow up with a family that played a lot of different genres, everything from country to punk to metal to you name it. (There is also a lot of musicians in my family and one of them is a locally very well-known country musician.) I like country a lot, so it always sucks to see people hate on it. Especially because I know a lot of people only think of the whole "I love God, guns, and hunting" or stadium country when they think of country, but country is so much more and it can be so fun.

I always like shouting out country songs that I think people will listen to and go, "oh! Country can actually be a genre I like."

And some people don't even realize they like country. Dolly Parton? Country. Sweet Caroline? Country. Country Roads Take Me Home? Country. The Devil Went Down To Georgia? Country.

Here are some of my personal favorites when it comes to country that other people might like too.

Bad Moon Rising // Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see a bad moon rising, I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightning, I see bad times today. Don't go round tonight, well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing, I know the end is coming soon. I feel rivers overflowing, I hear the voice of rage and ruin. Hope you got your things together.

Hope you are quite prepared to die. Looks like we're in for nasty weather. One eye is taken for an eye.

If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away // Justin Moore

(if you want to see me ugly cry, play this song)

If Heaven wasn't so far away, I'd pack up the kids and go for the day. Introduce them to their grandpa, watch 'em laugh at the way he talks.

I'd find my long lost cousin John, the one we left back in Vietnam. Show him a picture of his daughter now, she's a doctor and he'd be proud.

Then tell him we'd be back in a couple of days. In the rearview mirror, we'd all watch 'em wave. And losing them wouldn't be so hard to take if Heaven wasn't so far away.

I'd hug all three of those girls we lost from the class of '99. I'd find my bird dog Bo and take him hunting one more time. I'd ask Hank why he took those pills back in '53.

And Janis to sing the second verse of "Me and Bobby McGee." Sit on a cloud and visit for a while, it'd do me good just to see them smile.

Blown Away // Carrie Underwood

Daddy was a mean old mister, mama was an angel in the ground. The weatherman called for a twister, she prayed to blown it down. There's not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house.

There's not enough wind in Oklahoma to rip the nails out of the past. Shatter every window 'til it's all blown away, every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away.

'Til there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday. Every tear-soaked, whiskey memory blown away. She locked herself in the cellar, listening to the screaming of the wind. Some people call it taking shelter, she called it sweet revenge.

Whiskey Lullaby // Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss

(Another crying song)

She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette, she broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget. We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time.

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind until the night...He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger, and finally drank away her memory.

Life is short, but this time, it was bigger than the strength he had to get up off his knees. We found him with his face down in the pillow with a note that said, "I'll love her 'til I die."

And when we buried him beneath the willow, the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

Red Dirt Road // Brooks & Dunn

I was raised off of Rural Route 3 out past where the blacktop ends. We'd walk to church on Sunday morning and race barefoot back to Johnson's fence.

That's where I first saw Mary on that roadside, picking blackberries. That summer, I turned a corner in my soul down that red dirt road. It's where I drank my first beer.

It's where I found Jesus, where I wrecked my first car, I tore it all to pieces. I learned the path to Heaven is full of sinners and believer, learned that happiness on Earth ain't just for high achievers.

Online // Brad Paisley

I work down at the Pizza Pit and I drive an old Hyundai. I'm a sci-fi fanatic, a mild asthmatic, never been to second base. But there's a whole other me that you need to see.

Go check out MySpace. 'Cause online, I'm out in Hollywood. I'm 6'5 and I look damn good. I drive a Maserati, I'm a black belt in karate, and I love a good glass of wine.

It turns girls on that I'm mysterious, I tell them that I don't want nothing serious. I'm so much cooler online. In real life, the only time I've ever even been to LA is when I got the chance with the marching band to play tuba in the Rose Parade.

But online, I live in Malibu. I pose for Calvin Klein, I've been in GQ. I'm single and I'm rich, and I got a set of six pack abs that'd blow your mind. I'm so much cooler online.

Friends In Low Places // Garth Brooks

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots and ruined your black tie affair. The last one to know, the last one to show, I was the last one you thought you'd see there.

And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes when I took his glass of champagne. I toasted you and said, "honey, we may be through, but you'll never hear me complain."

'Cause I got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away. And I'll be okay. And I'm not big on social graces, think I'll slip on down to the oasis.

I didn't mean to cause a big scene, just give me an hour and then. I'll be as high as that ivory tower that you're living in.

Cover Of The Rolling Stone // Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show

(This one is very special to me because it's my dad's favorite band)

Well, we're big rock singers. We got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go. We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show.

We take all kinds of pills to give us all kinds of thrills, but the thrill we've never known is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone.

Wanna see my picture on the cover, wanna buy five copies for my mother. Wanna see my smiling face on the cover of The Rolling Stone. I got a freaky old lady called Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans.

We got all the friends money can buy, so we never have to be alone. And we keep getting richer, but we can't get our picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone.

Goodbye Earl // The Chicks (TW for domestic abuse, but with a happy ending)

Mary-Anne and Wanda were the best of friends all through their high school days. Both members of the 4-H club, both active in the FFA. After graduation, Mary-Anne went out, looking for a bright new world. Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was Earl.

Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married that Wanda started getting abused. Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce. She let the law take it from there.

But Earl walked right through that restraining order and put her in intensive care. Right away, Mary-Anne flew in from Atlanta on a red-eyed, midnight flight.

She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan, and it didn't take 'em long to decide that Earl had die. Goodbye, Earl. Those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me! Earl, you feeling weak? Why don't you lay down and sleep?

Nobody // Sylvia

Sitting in a restaurant, she walked by. I seem to recall that certain look in your eye. I said whose that, you said with a smile, "oh it's nobody, nobody."

Maybe that explains the last two weeks. You called me up, dead on your feet. Working late again, I ask "who with?" You said, "nobody, nobody."

Well, your nobody called today. She hung up when I asked her name, I wonder does she think she's being clever? You say nobody's after, the fact is what you say is true. But I can love you like nobody can, even better.

Dooley // The Dillards

Dooley was a good ole man, he lived below the mill. Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still. One gal watched the boiler, the other watched the spout, and mama corked the bottles when ole Dooley fetched 'em out.

Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come. Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton. I remember very well the day ole Dooley died, the women folk weren't sorry and the men stood 'round and cried.

Now, Dooley's on the mountain. He lies there all alone. They put a jug beside him and a barrel for the stone.

Wagon Wheel // Darius Rucker

Heading down south to the land of the pines, I'm thumbing my way out of North Carolina. Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights. Made it down the coast in seventeen hours, picking me a bouqet of dogwood flowers.

And I'm a-hoping for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight. So rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel. Rock me, mama, any way you feel. Hey, mama, rock me.

Rock me, mama, like the wind and the rain. Rock me, mama, like a southbound train. Hey, mama, rock me. Running from the cold up in New England, I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time string band. My baby plays the guitar, I pick the banjo now.

Remember When // Alan Jackson

Remember when, I was young and so were you and time stood still. And love was all we knew. You were the first, so was I. Made love and then you cried, remember when?

We lived and learned, life threw curves. There was joy and there was hurt, remember when? We came together, we fell apart, we broke each other's heart. Remember when?

Remember when, thirty seemed so old. Now looking back, it's just a stepping stone to where we are. Where we been, said we'd do it all again. Remember when?

Almost Home // Craig Morgan

He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes, he was covered with the evening news. Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands, bank sign was flashing five below.

It was freezing rain and spitting snow, he was curled up behind some garbage cans. I was afraid that he was dead, I gave him a gentle shake. When he opened up his eyes, I said, "old man, are you okay?"

He said, "I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree. I was running from some honey bees. Drip-drying in the summer breeze after jumping into Calico Creek. I was walking down an old dirt road, past a field of hay that had just been mowed. Man, I wish you'd just left me alone.

'Cause I was almost home." Then he said, "I was just coming round the barn, 'bout the time you grabbed my arm. I was close enough for my old nose to smell fresh cobbler on the stove.

And I saw daddy loading up the truck. Cane poles on the tailgate, bobbers blowing in the wind. Since July of '55, that's as close as I've been."

Dirty Laundry // Carrie Underwood

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink and I can tell by the smell of perfume it's like forty dollars too cheap. And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white-collar thread.

You drink beer and whiskey, boy. And you know I don't drink red. Now, I'm gonna have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry. Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line.

Leave 'em blowing in the wind and say goodbye to you. All those midnight sneaking in. "I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry." All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry.

[ghosts-of-love]

⭐I'd love to hear more about the confession scene from Lost Then Found!⭐

ooooh okay interesting!! 💕💕 I’ll just have a little read of it now and write my thoughts:

i was sooo desperate for the Captain to have a little rom-com moment – running through the rain to go and talk to Pat – it’s like he’s spent the whole fic thinking he’s in a tragedy and now he’s finally aware of the genre lol idk)

“Pat I’ve been a fool” and “God, I’ve been so blind.” were meant to echo things that Lizzy Bennet says in Pride and Prejudice 2005 :))))) I can’t find any clips of them though :( and then the moving forward and hesitating is meant to be Mr Darcy-esque.

Despite the initial rom-com-ness of the opening, i did also want them to be emotionally mature about everything, especially after the Captain was so quick to react the day before, i wanted things to feel like they'd really slowed down.

Cap taking the time to walk around his kitchen and remind himself of what makes it his house. The mantra of ‘this is my house and he won’t make me leave’. Just knowing that he’s safe enough with Pat to not start the conversation right away.

I think I remember that I wanted the overarching feeling to be like, relief basically. Relief that they’re on the same page, that they can both be honest, that they both understand where the misunderstanding after Pat’s attempt at a kiss came from.

There’s also a sort of mutual understanding that this relationship will not just fix the Captain immediately. You can tell that from the chapters following where he’s still so unsure of himself, and so worried that he’s being clingy. You can also see it in the one shot ‘two steps on the water’.

The KISS being on Pat’s hand (the one that punched Julian) showing Cap’s attention to detail – that he remembers which hand – and that he wants to show Pat how much that meant to him. And also show him that things are making a lot more sense to him, and that he realises that Pat was probably in love with him even back then. This later gets confirmed for him.

“Ted.” Not to be silly with it amongst the emotion but you know if Pat had an ounce less sense he’d have sucked Cap sloppy style at the kitchen table right then and there. Thank god he knew how important it was to let Cap speak.

I also needed them both to apologise to each other – they both had a hand in the misunderstanding. Pat for being impulsive, Cap for not listening to any explanation. They can’t start a relationship on that kind of footing.

I think the early sort of ‘setting some parameters and asking about boundaries’ helps Pat realise the kind of work they’ll have to put in eg. “Can I - can I hug you? And things like that?” and “You can’t kick me out in the morning if we’re in my own home, after all.”. it makes him sad but also grateful because I think he realises that Cap could have very easily come to a different conclusion after his session with Alison and decided he wasn’t ready for a relationship.

I had considered that as an option actually. And then something a couple of months down the line would have changed Cap’s mind/helped him realise he was ready. But I decided I had put him through enough, actually, and he deserved to know he was loved.

GOD Pat just knowing Cap so well by this point and knowing that they definitely shouldn’t rush into anything physical – even if Cap consents, he might not be doing it for the right reasons and he might regret it. Sensible guy, love u patty cakes.

I just really enjoy how much they say they love each other in this chapter too!! also then doing relationshippy things/ Cap experiencing them for the first time. Having Pat cook him dinner, brushing their teeth in front of the mirror together, fucking SPOONING!!

in short: I love them

fanfic writers: director's cut

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Run, Little Witch (Part One)

A short horror story where I torture my oc some more.

"Oh, shhh..." Alison shrugged, throwing her hands up, "Sod it, it's my house. I can swear if I like. Shitbags!"

Cautiously, she stepped around the shards of glass that now littered her bedroom floor. Rather than bothering to go down into the kitchen to get the dustpan and brush, she crouched down to pick the pieces up one by one. Thankfully the glass had smashed in mostly big chunks. Though she still managed to cut herself slightly when she carelessly picked up one very pointy shard.

Alison was uttering her fifth filthy swear word that minute when the soot coated farmer bustled through the door.

"What's that smashing? Be there an angry mob at the door?" Mary asked, frantic.

"No, no mob. Just me being clumsy and dropping this mirror I found in the attic. Thought I could be all independent and hang it up without Mike but I guess I just failed feminists everywhere."

Alison carried the shards to her dresser table and let them slide out into an untidy pile for now. She then picked up the antique, ornately carved frame with black onyx encrusted at the corners, and propped it against the wall.

The older woman let out a blood-chilling gasp.

"Oh sweet Lord...That be Sir Pius' mirror!"

"Who?" She followed the direction of Mary's finger to the faded plaque at the top of the frame; "Ah, yeah. Who was he then? Relative of Humphrey's?"

There was no last name. Simply 'Sir Pius R.I.P'.

Mary began flapping her hands at her side, stepping backwards, eyes wider than usual.

"Oh, no, no, no. T'is very bad, Al'son. This must be remedied with great haste!"

"What be remedied? Uh, I mean," Clearly, she was spending too much time around dead people, "What you talking about?"

"Sir Pius, he...He were an evil scoundrel. One of the darkest souls that did ever walk this Earth. Even after his death, he inspired so much fear amongst the village that they did bind his soul to this mirror." Mary explained with fear and reverence in each word; "He could never harm another so long as it remains in tact. And now you've broken it and set him loose upon the land!"

"Right..." Alison nodded, squinting with skepticism; "And, can you see him around here now?"

"Well...No."

The bubbling tension of the room seemed to evaporate in an instant.

"Did you happen to pass him as you came in?"

"No, buts...Oh you thinks I be a silly wench, making up fables."

"I don't think you're silly, Mary, but you are superstitious. And I'm not saying that's always wrong because, well..." She gestured in the ghost's presence to emphasise her point; "Shows what I knew about the supernatural. But there are some things you can't base your whole life on, like worrying about stepping on a crack and breaking your mother's back."

"Which my friend Eda did and her mums back broke when she gots crushed beneath a falling tree."

"Right. Bad example. Look, just don't worry too much about it, okay. The guy's been dead for....how many years?"

"Four hundred, give or take, 'cause I can't do more numbers than thats."

"Exactly. If there were any such curse, his soul probably expired inside ages ago, like that tin of coffee Mike bought with the wrong shelf life." They'd both suffered for a week after that, constantly fighting to get to the loo.

"We mustn't take that risk, Al'son! We must ensure his soul is bound back to the mirror."

Alison could see, much like the wedding traditions, her friend wasn't going to let this go.

"And how do we do that?" She indulged, checking her watch. She was supposed to be picking Mike up from the train station, after his mate's stag weekend.

"Last time I saws them do it, they just held the mirror before his corpse and asked the Lord to seal him within the glass. That were it."

Sounded easy enough. More so than subtly throwing cake at an unsuspecting bride.

"But o'course the mirror needs to be made whole!"

"Okay, sure, once I'm back we can work on it together, like a jigsaw. It'll be fun." She smiled, doing her best to make light of it without mocking Mary; "Then you can show me how do this ritual or whatever."

"Yous leaving now?!"

She was already reaching for her shoes; "Yeah, Mike's already maxed out his credit card this weekend too much to get a taxi, apparently. I won't be long, maybe about a couple of hours, cos of the traffic."

"But...but...What if his spirit doth wreak havoc?!" Mary fretted; "We dunno what he be capable of!"

"Exactly! If he does exist, he probably can't do anything more than that Robin and Julian are capable of. Besides, you're all dead anyway - no offense - but what harm could he do to you all?"

The question seemed to make Mary pale all the more, plumes of smoke rising from her bonnet as she shuddered. Alison suspected this was more personal than she was letting on.

"Look...how about you stand guard over it for me and if you see anything poltergeisty appear then shout for the others. Okay?"

"Stand guards...Yes, I can do thats." Mary seemed to be doing her best to summon her confidence; "I ain't no scardey cat."

"That's the spirit." Bad pun aside.

"Just promise me you will fix it once you returns, please?" Mary begged. Alison gave her promise and reached for her car keys.

The crazy things she was willing to do to keep this new family of hers happy.

Honestly, what possible harm could come from breaking some tacky mirror? Seven years bad luck, she could take, just add it to her current tab. But an escaped evil spirit? It was a little bit harder to swallow.

"Good friends are there for each other! Never, ever forget that I got you and you got me so, Reach-!" Silver ceased her out of character singing and shook her head, "Damn it, Kitty!"

Why couldn't the one dead girlfriend close to her age in this house have been into cool bands, like Evanescence and Linkin Park?

Look at her, skipping down the hallway to S Club like a dork. How far she has fallen.

She hears Alison's car drive off just before the grandfather clock chimes for the hour. Seven o'clock. Once upon a time, she'd have hated having to stick to a schedule for socialising. But given how she only got to spend three nights and two days a month with her crew, she'd found herself more amiable to adapt to spend what little time she had with them all. Besides, some of the stories the others came up with could be entertaining, aside from Cap's famous Risk games and Thomas' grand epics that nearly sent her back to sleep prematurely.

She's still resisting the urge to hum more awful pop when she reaches the common room. The Captain is already there, prompt as usual, stood erect facing the window, his stick held at his tail bone.

"Evenin' Cap. Ready for Story Club?" She tapped his arm as she passed him, nothing too overly friendly. He's as picky about physical affection as she is. One of the few things they have in common.

It's not that she doesn't like being hugged or holding hands or any of that jazz, it's just when people get presumptive about it or not get when she isn't in the mood. She'd had more than a few talks with Kitty about respecting boundaries.

"It's Captain, not Cap. You should respect the titles of your superiors." The soldier spoke without looking away from the moon half-hidden behind the clouds.

Silver snorted; "That's a new one. You would have had me there if not for that voice."

Far deeper and threatening than the stern but soft authoritative tone she'd come to know so well.

"Good girls should be seen and not heard."

Silver stilled at that, feeling something close to an ice cold finger run down the back of her neck.

"Okay, that's crossing the line into creepy, please never say that again, Cap."

"I told you to call me Captain, girl!" He turned his head to glare at her, his voice rising enough to make her jump.

She recoiled back; "What the fuck? You always let Alison call you Cap."

"Because Alison is not some pagan harlot who waltzes around half naked!" He sneered as he began to step towards her; "Look at you. Have you no respect, girl?!"

Silver scoffed at that, putting her hand to her hip, resisting the urge to button up her jacket to hide her exposed belly. She didn't like way the Captain's eyes were scanning her over, top to bottom.

"Thought you'd be the last person I'd need to worry about perving over girls, let alone ones half your age." She cringed.

"Do not speak such filth. It is your kind who corrupt good, upstanding men with your sinful, seductive charms."

"Excuse you, pal, I have and would never try any of my sinful seductive charms on you or any bloke in this house, living or dead! My bread ain't buttered that way, mate! I thought you understood that!"

This entire confrontation feels like something out of a bad dream. Cap was staring at her with pure, unfiltered hatred. The worst she'd got from him over the years was exasperated annoyance. But contempt? What had she done to piss him off this much?

Was this all because Kitty wanting her to be her new singing partner instead of him? Talk about petty.

His lips thinned and curled at that.

"More debauchery. More sin. You are festered with it, you little she-demon." He hissed, "So that is what you have been doing with poor, innocent Katherine. Polluting her with your filth."

This was beyond a joke now. Silver rubbed at her elbow, "Whatever game you're playing here, just stop-."

"A game?"

Silver turned to see Kitty entering the room, with Thomas, Fanny, Pat and Julian behind her.

"Oh thank Hekate." Silver sighed and moved towards them; "Can you guys please sort this bloke out?! He's just started slagging me off and throwing all these accusations at me!"

"What accusations?" Asked Julian, more interested than she expected of him.

"Oh apparently I've been trying to corrupt Kitty with my 'sinful ways'." She rolled her eyes, waiting for them to laugh with her at how ridiculous such a claim was.

Instead, to her horror, they merely stared blankly at her.

"Have you?" Asked Thomas, flatly.

"I...No!" She denied, vehemently; "Of course I haven't! Kitty, tell them!"

All eyes shifted to the Georgian woman, whose hands were folded at her skirt, her expression unusually subdued. Like a child being put on a witness stand.

"Tell the truth, Katherine." Said Cap, his voice shifting slightly back to that paternal tone, but still not quite his own; "You're not in trouble here."

Why the fuck was she in trouble?! She hadn't done anything, she was barely awake most of the time!

Kitty raised her chin and looked at Silver.

"It's true." She began, her voice also deeper than the bright, cheerful Kitty they knew; "She tried to convince me to dance naked beneath the full moon to summon the Dark Lord. When I refused, she attempted to...force herself upon me."

"KITTY, WHAT THE FUCK-?!"

A firm hand struck her across the face.

"Hold your tongue, you vile degenerate!" Fanny scalded, hand still raised, ready to strike again if needed.

Pat and Thomas stepped in as Silver made a move towards Kitty, not that she'd been going for a physical attack, just to know what had possessed her to accuse her of something so....

She stilled. Then she looked at her friend, really looked at her. Then at the faces of the others in the room.

They were all glaring at her with the exact same expression. No gentle understanding from Pat. No sly humour from Julian. Even Fanny lacked her judgemental sneer and was glaring with pure loathing.

"What's happened to you all? Why are you being like this?" She asked, edging backwards, cheek stinging.

"We are seeing you for what you are, young lady." Fanny approached her, more robotic than how she appeared each early morning before falling out the window; "A thorn amongst our roses. A snake within Eden. A witch."

"Uhh, yeah. How is that news?! I've been open about my faith since the night I met you all, I thought we were over this!" She protested.

"Perhaps we all decided we needed time to observe you and study how much of a threat you pose." Julian explained, blandly.

They were all beginning to close in on her now, forming a semi circle as she backed against the window.

"Now we know. You have shown your true intentions to good, innocent Kitty. We shall not allow you to poison our family further." Said the Captain.

Silver glanced around at them, blood rushing to her ears. The room itself may as well have been collapsing in on her. They had her trapped.

Where was Mary? And Robin? Hell, she'd even take Humphrey, whichever bit, the head to talk some sense into these gits and the body to use as a shield.

"Look...I get the hint. I'll go back to the woods, okay? You won't have to see me again." She tried to bargain.

"It's too late for that, child. We can't risk having you run free on our land like some wild beast." Pat said, with a false attempt at sounding reasonable.

Kitty stepped forward.

"It's not too late to simply confess. Renounce Satan and ask for the Lord's forgiveness."

Silver fought the urge to stick to her principles when her safety was on the line.

"Okay, fine! I renounce Satan! There you go, will you leave me the fuck alone now!?" She tried to make a dash for the door.

The Captain stood in her way, the tree of a man that he was.

"Do you honestly expect that to be sufficient? If you won't willingly confess...Then perhaps you need it flogged out of you."

Silver watched as he tapped his palm with the end of his stick. It had never appeared anything close to threatening until this moment.

"Contain her." Captain ordered.

The men moved to grab her arms. Silver ducked and weaved back, holding up her palms before they could touch her.

"Wait, wait, just wait! Please!" She begged, "Please let me just say one thing!"

A scream, that's all needed to say. A scream as she turned and jumped through the window, landing in a fumble of hands and knees on the driveway. Then she ran. She ran faster than she'd ever moved in her whole fucking existence to escape these lunatics.

Back upstairs, the Captain stood at the window with his cohorts at his side, watching the girl race across the field, pink fringe flailing above her in the wind.

"Let's give her a head start. Been far too long since we had a good hunt." He smirked, eyes flashing onyx.

[eddieslittleslutmuffin]

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Show you off Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Word count: 2k

a/n: ask and you shall receive @e0509 you gave me the extra boost to finish this, and as this is a series for Eddie and my oc Devina, there will be a pt.3 in the future. 🫶🏽

Eddie, and I got to the venue early before doors opened to the public; his team, and production showed up an hour before that.

“Madison Square Garden, not bad for a kid from a small town.” I beamed up at him, Eddie bumps his hip into mine, wraps an arm round my neck, and pulls me close. As we both stand there looking at the imaginary crowd, an overwhelming sensation washes over me; Eddie has pulled through a lot, we both did. Surviving Hawkins, Indiana is no easy feat, but somehow we did.

“Kids like us, we aren’t supposed to make it this far. I’m so proud of you.” Tears from at the bottom of my eyes, they threaten to fall, but the second they do he caught them with his thumb.

“I’m so proud of us, your art gallery is opening soon, and I just know you’re gonna do great Angel.” He kissed me on my forehead, his lips felt warm, and soft. The feeling of butterflies rushed up from the pit of my stomach at the mention of my new gallery. I spent every last dime I had from working, and college tuition on it. Of course Eddie funded everything else I couldn’t pay for, even when I told him no, he refused to listen to me.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” My voice cracked at the end, the memories of the past flashing by in my mind, and I couldn’t have imagined any of them without Eddie in the picture.

“Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment, but we gotta get a move on with sound check.” Alison, the production manager, called to us from down below the stage on the floor where the pit section would be.

Eddie pulled me in close for one last kiss, at least the last one for now, but he savored the flavor of me making sure to take all my gloss with him.

“Alright, calm down, I’ll see you in a few.” I had to pry him off me, if it were up to him, he’d kiss me till my lips fell off. Eddie’s love, and affection knew no bounds. Even if we’re in public together, he finds a way to intimately touch me; I used to be shy about the pda at first, but then along the way it somehow boosted my confidence.

I kindly ask one of the security guards to escort me back to Eddie’s dressing room, “Thanks.” The large burraly man nodded his head in response, and left me alone.

The room was a simple enough design, nicely furnished with a red sofa, an end table next to it. A coffee stable sat in the center with a stack of magazines, and a large charcuterie board. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket with ice, I so badly wanted a glass, but I decided against it since I was talked into singing tonight.

At the front of the room is the makeup chair, with mirrors with lights bordering each one. I smiled at myself in the mirror, Eddie wanted me to get all dressed up. I think he went a bit overboard with his style of outfit, making sure to put me in something that is damn near naked, while also highlighting my breast.

After I did a few warm up exercises, I decided that I should probably take a nap, it would be a few hours before Eddie brings me out. I settled down on the sofa, tucking my legs underneath me. Soon I’m drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later

Eddie is doused in sweat, the microphone dangling around his neck, and his guitar sitting carefully nestled in its stand a few feet away from him. Off stage he could see Devina shifting her weight from one hip to the other, a nervous habit he noticed she has. He threw her a wink, and a dazzling smile. This seems to put her at ease a little, her body visibly relaxing.

“Alright quiet down my little hellraisers, quiet down.” He commanded the crowd, at the sound of his voice the stadium calmed down to a low simmer. Devina is always amazed by how well Eddie could control his crowds, they hang on his every word. He’s always been naturally charismatic, that was the first thing to grab her attention when they first met in High School.

“I’ve got someone really special for you all.” Excitement shone brightly in his brown eyes, it’s the only thing he could think about all night. Finally he gets to show his baby off on the grandest stage of them all.

The crowd began to buzz a little, whispering amongst each other, this is an unexpected turn of events. Usually Eddie sticks to the script, when it came to performances, going off page was unlike him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful, talented, and future wife, Devina Sinclair!” He shouted, his arm outstretched towards the curtains where she appeared from. On cue a bright spotlight shines onto her, the stadium roars to life at the site of Eddie Munson’s infamous girlfriend. Though there were a few of his “fans” that treated her like shit, the majority of the fanbase absolutely adored Devina.

Eddie met her halfway on stage, grabbed her by the hand, and brought her right over to the microphone. At the moment the stage lights were down giving her view of all the people in the pit. It warmed her heart to see them blowing her kisses, making hearts with their hands, and shouting compliments at her.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, my beautiful baby here is going to sing a cover for you, and yall are gonna be the kind hearted supportive people I know you can be. Sounds good?” The stadium erupted again in response, Eddie grinned, and nodded his head satisfied by their enthusiasm.

“What about you honey, all good?” He covers the mic with his hand, he leaned forward a bit so he could hear her better.

“Yea, but can we turn the stage lights up please.” No seeing the crowd would help a lot, a seed of self doubt grew inside her. Before she could start to spiral about rather or not this would go awful, Eddie grabbed her by the hands.

“Hey, you got this, and even if you still get nervous, just close your eyes and pretend like it’s you and me.” Bending a bit lower to her, they touched foreheads, and the crowd went insane.

“They like me, they really like me.” Devina giggled to Eddie, squeezing her hands he pulled back and turned to the one of the production people off stage.

“Hey is there a chance we can get these lights back up?” He flashed the young woman a sweet smile, her cheeks turned a deep red as she talked into her head set.

“They’re ready when she is.” She confirmed, Eddie bowed to her in thanks, turning back to Devina, his heart pounding. She looked stunning, though she could be completely dressed down in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still look beautiful.

“I’ll be right here if you need me.” Eddie kissed her on the temple, pats her on the head, and steps back by his drummer.

“Hi everyone, um, sorry if I’m awkward Eddie is the true natural born star.” Devina chuckled dryly, one girl in the very front shouted out at her. “YOU GOT THIS QUEEN!” And then another voice, “WE LOVE YOU!”

“Oh wow, thanks guys. Uh, well the song I’ll be singing is a classic. Hope you all know Creep by Radiohead.” The crowd buzzed with excitement as the music started up, she requested that Eddie have the production team play her mixed version of the song instead of the original.

“When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye.” Her voice was hauntingly soft, it really added to the dark overtone of the song, Eddie was shocked. He knew his girl could sing, but this is clearly something she’s worked in before. He wondered why she never shared this with him before, maybe it’s something she’s mentioned, and maybe he forgot?

The crowd is in awe of Devina, the voices of the people become the background singers as they quietly sing along with her. The girl in the front row from earlier, seemingly in tears now, found it heart-swelling to see another Black girl being treasured like this. She took her phone out to record, though Devina had all her comments blocked on social media, the young woman wanted to share this moment with her anyway. Her hope was that Devina could see herself the way they all saw her.

Devina hadn’t noticed her eyes were wet until she was done singing, Eddie is immediately by her side again pulling her into a tight hug. The stadium came back to life, the sound of thousands of people cheering is deafening. Overwhelmed by their positive energy, she stepped back from the microphone stand, and took a moment to breathe.

“That was a stellar performance if I do say so myself baby.” He spoke in a hushed voice only they could hear, his eyes sparkled, and his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. He’s never been so proud of someone before.

“I was inspired by your confidence, Eddie freakin Munson.” Devina beamed up at him, her words were true, she thought about how carefree he looked on stage, and tried to follow his lead.

“Aw of course you look up to daddy.” He said smugly, his hand reaching for her round booty, but before he could get any further than her lower back, she grabbed onto his hand.

“Thousands watching, remember?”

“Actually I’m glad you mentioned that.” Eddie’s face suddenly got serious, turning back to the crowd he brought his fingers to his lips.

“Children, daddy is speaking now.” As if his words were made of magic, the crowd settled down, and they all looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, I know there are hundreds of people here already, but I hope some of you out there are recording so that the whole world can hear me.” He took a breath to gather his thoughts, Devina, and the way people treated her is not something he took lightly.

“I've been seeing all the nasty little comments some of you have been making about Devina. Let me tell you little shits something, this woman, this gorgeous woman, and my future wife. She’s not going anywhere, so if you think you can bully her online…harass her in public, well you and me got a problem. I don’t care if you stop buying tickets to my shows, I don’t care if you stop listening to my music. The sole reason I’m here in this stage today for you little pricks online to obsess over is because of her. There’s no Eddie Munson without Devina Sinclair.”

The crowd erupted when he turned to Devina and pulled her in for a big kiss, he didn’t hood back either. One hand held her against him, and the other grabbed a handful of her ass. Gently he pulled away, there was breathing heavy, and hearts hammering. Devina wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, she got up on her tiptoes to plant another sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” She whispered, Eddie’s eyes brimming with tears, he never feels happier than when he’s with Devina. He pecks her in the forehead one last time, and addresses the crowd.

“Okay, I’m done ranting, ha, I’m starting to feel like my old man. Yall ready for one more song, or are you tired?” The crowd cheered in response, he squinted his eyes looking out into the sea of people.

“Is anybody alive out there? I said…is anybody alive out there!” He shouted, the lights went up to show the crowd, the people in the pit were the loudest ever.

“One last time give it up for my lovely Devina Sinclair!” She bowed in response to the claps and cheers, and ran off stage, back to the dressing room. She kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. She didn’t even bother trying to fight the tiredness, Devina’s eyes slid shut, and immediately fell asleep.

Much later that night.

The feeling of something wet swiping across my face woke me, I opened my eyes to see Eddie’s face above me. A wet makeup wipe in hand, and a tiny smile on his lips.

“I figured you were too exhausted to remove the makeup so I did it for you, but I’m not sure I got everything.” He continued to swipe at my eyebrows making sure he got everything. My head is in his lap in the back seat of his car, Marcus, Eddie’s driver, is nice enough to drive slowly.

“I slept that long? Oh god you didn’t have to carry me did you?” An impending embarrassment rushing in as the thought of my poor Eddie struggling to lift me, or worse than that, him not being able to lift me at all.

“Relax babe, you were awake enough to walk on your own, but still too sleepy to be aware of it happening. When we made it to the car you passed out again.” He chuckled, I sat upright, and switched to leaning against his shoulder. Automatically, Eddie brought his arm around me, pulling me in close, and peppering kisses over my face until I giggled. My hand rested on his chest, my fingers drew circles over his bare skin, the top four buttons were left undone.

The rest of our night was quiet, we both ran a bath, and did our nightly routine together. We snuggled into bed, and passed out. I’m sure Eddie is going to want my pov of last night in the morning.

[elganac]

They had missed Valentine’s Day, due to their hectic schedules; but Adam was determined to take Alison out for a romantic stroll and a picnic now that they were both free. He stood outside her door with a bouquet of roses, a basket in the other hand, and a giddy smile.

she had a feeling adam had something planned just by how many times he had asked her if she was free that day. she was certainly free, but even if something had come up, alison most likely would have postponed whatever it was save for an emergency. she couldn't let adam down, after all, especially not when he seemed so eager to see her. it'd be a lie to say she wasn't excited to see him, as well.

glancing in the mirror one last time to make sure she didn't have lipstick on her teeth, alison made her way to answer the door. almost instantly, her face lit up at the sight of what ( and who ) was on the other side. "oh, you got me flowers!"

and eventually, she noticed the other piece to the puzzle. "is that a basket? are you taking me on a picnic?" eyes squint with joy, and she lets out a delighted laugh before cupping adam's cheek gently to give him a kiss. "that sounds so fun. do you want to come in for a bit while i put the flowers in some water?"

[percontaion-points]

Client No 5 chapters 5 & 6

This book review contains discussions of SW; reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 5

 My makeup was less intense than I would usually wear, but still enough to make me see someone in the mirror who wasn’t little Alison Mitchell. 

JFC you mean to tell me that she’s out there, giving her actual (nick)name to clients? How stupid can she possibly be?

“No! You were great. I meant that wasn’t why I asked to see you again. Yes, the sex was phenomenal and I can’t wait to do it again, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and I wanted to get to know you better.”

I know that this is supposed to be a romance novel, but dude. Come on. Don’t fall in love with a SWer. 

I sat down on the couch, defeated and trying frantically to think up more things to talk about. I’d used all my regular material at dinner and talking wasn’t something I had to do a lot of. I was way out of my depth.

Ally insists that she’s a high-class escort, yet she hadn’t owned any nice clothes, and can’t think of more than a few minutes worth of conversation. 

“Is sex a requirement? Am I obligated to have sex with you?” 

That pulled me up short. I frowned. “Well, no. Technically you’ve paid for my time, not the sex. I’ve just never had a client not want to have sex.”

Another clue that she’s not half as high-end as she’d like to think she is. I’ve heard stories from actual SWers that a lot of their time is spent simply talking to lonely men. 

His eyes grew dark as he looked up at me, and when I reached my hand down to help him up, he took it.

Chapter 5 summary: Ally used a bit of the money Scott had given her to buy some nicer clothes for her all-night date. They eat dinner at the fancy hotel restaurant, and they’re having a good time and a nice conversation. Scott owns a big publishing company, but now lives in Florida to run a sister-branch down there. He comes up to deal with board meetings and such that can’t take place via email. 

He then takes her on a carriage ride around Central Park. She asks about his use of an escort, and the nice way things have been going quickly sours. Seems he’s looking for the girlfriend experience, and one dip into Ally’s pool was enough to convince him that he’s half in love with her already. 

They go back to his hotel room, and despite him giving her an envelope of cash, he insists that he only wants to talk. She kind of encourages him that they should head towards the bed, but he asks if it’s mandatory with an escort. 

Ally is about to leave with a fraction of the offered money, but he proposes a game of strip truth or dare. Ally tries to only do dares, but he keeps saying “I dare you to tell me…” Ally is frustrated over the entire thing, and would honestly rather start taking her clothes off than actually be honest with this client. Whom she feels has crossed a line. 

Eventually, she does agree to meet up with him again tomorrow. But it’s totally not a date. Then they decide to take things to the bed. 

Chapter 6

“I thought you always flew home on Monday mornings.” 

“Normally I do, but I decided to extend my stay. I’ll fly home tomorrow.” 

“You postponed your flight because of the dare?”

This entire relationship is based around Ally screaming “GIRL, THIS IS YOUR RULE FOR A REASON. RUN.” Yet she won’t, simply because then we wouldn’t have a story. It’s maddening, honestly. 

“Great! What I want is for you to show me what a local does.”

She takes him on a make-up buying tour, and then visits her favorite nail salon. 

“No. My brother manages a car rental agency and he has very kindly let me borrow it for the day.” 

“You have a brother. Noted.”

“What’s with that noted shit? Are you creating a dossier on me or something?”

Even if you remove the escort thing, a guy making mental notes like this about a girl is a little creepy. 

“Orange?” I asked. 

“Yes, it’s so happy.” 

I poked my tongue out. “Orange is my least favorite color.”

It’s been a while since I’ve last shared this story, but…

When I was taking Japanese in high school, we’d do these exercises where we’d walk around and have “conversations” with our classmates to practise natural flow. However, we were dumb first years and barely knew any vocabulary. Sensei joked that our conversations were “junior high” conversations, and sounded a bit like this: “Do you like ice cream? I like ice cream.”

This is junior high writing right here. Where Ally and Scott are playing silly junior high games, having junior high conversation. It’s awkward and beyond tedious to read. 

“Actually, I thought you might join me,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Chapter 6 summary: Ally ended up falling asleep with Scott again. In the morning, over breakfast, he says that he didn’t extend his trip to be with her, because he does have a bit of legitimate business he can take care of while he’s here. 

Ally goes home, where she thinks of what “typical New Yorkers” do on a daily basis. She’s not a native, but even she knows that most of them don’t clog up tourist spots. Ally then calls up her brother and asks to borrow one of his rental cars. 

She picks Scott up, and says that typical residents get out of town on their free days. As they drive out of town, they play “2 truths and a lie”. It’s as I mentioned, a junior high conversation that’s painful to read for so many reasons. However, Ally gets kind of angry when he mentions that the only thing she seems to care about is sex. 

They eat lunch at a cafe, and then go to see the Yale campus. After they’re nearly trampled by students eager to get to their next class, Ally says that she was never that excited. They talk briefly about her 3 year stint at university, before she was forced to drop out for a yet unknown reason. 

Ally drives him back after that. He begs her to stay the night with her again, and even offers to pay. She tries to say that her brother needs the rental car back, and that it’s on the opposite side of town. Scott insists that he doesn’t mind waiting up for her. 

She returns the car, and then decides to go to Scott anyway, against her better judgement. 

[gender-euphowrya]

🥺🥺😭🥺

[begginmonty]

being alison's younger sister and seeing the ghosts:

(this is a fem!reader but lmk if you want gender neutral stuff too, also this is rlly long sorry i got so carried away)

(what event that led you to die for a bit and come back alive is up to you - car crash, falling over etc)

seeing ghosts is something that you’ve always dealt with ever since the accident but you've never told anyone, in a fear of being seen as unfit or crazy, y’know? so you’ve always kept it to yourself 

and that is until you move into alison and mike’s big home after some money troubles (which you’re ever so thankful for) and as soon as you get out the car you see a group of people from different ages behind alison in the doorway

you’re trying ever so hard to ignore them when seeing alison again and her welcoming you in, but it kinda slips when you look towards thomas who has made some sort of romantic comment towards you and both alison and you look to him but alison catches you and is like ?!??!?!

“y-you can see them too?” alison asks and you really don't know what to say, there’s a silence before you just nod and you’re like “yeah. yeah i-i can, yeah” and then you explain everything to her and she tells you her story

when mike finds out you can see the ghosts too, man poor guy feels so left out and is like this is so unfair :((

a week or so pasts and now everyone knows each other and you’re all friends :D

alison is now happy and more comfortable as thomas no longer directs his comments to alison but now you, which you really don't mind at all and sometimes you’re honestly quite flattered

the captain quickly becomes one your best friends and he likes to be around you a lot as you listen to him and all his war stories and never shut him out, you enjoy his company and he really loves your company (he will never admit it though) but he feels comfortable around you

you like to go on walks around the grounds with him and just listen to him speak about whatever and such, just enjoying his company. you know he’s got a lot of feelings all bundled up inside and you catch onto his secret quickly, you let him know you’re always there for him if he needs

you always join in on the ghosts meetings or the talks they have set up for everyone - kitty always makes sure you sit next to her

kitty loves you a lot - often when doing your makeup or painting your nails you ask kitty what colour goes best and sometimes you even pretend to paint her nails or do her makeup telling her how beautiful she looks

people dont include humphrey a lot but whenever you do find his head you talk to him for a while and ask if you can do anything for him. sometimes you wish you could pick him up and carry him around, and keep him company more but you can't :( but he always appreciates when you sit with him for a bit

one night you find him on the roof and so you sit with him for a bit, looking at the stars and just telling him about your day and such

there’s one night where you are just having a horrible day feeling horrible about yourself and the way you look, and you’re sat staring into yourself in your vanity mirror. you’re a bit teary and just pulling yourself apart and thomas is suddenly in the doorway, and he’s like “if i may, have i told you how beautiful you are today, my dear y/n?”

and instead of jokingly telling him to go away, you smile at him, speaking softly “thanks thomas” he smiles back at you before walking off again.

but you quickly get out of the seat and rush to the corridor, “thomas” and he stops walking, his hands behind his back and looks at you before you walk closer to him, “i’d…i’d like to hear more from your poetry i-if you don't mind” 

you two spend the next hour or so walking, just listening to thomas speak and the other ghosts just kinda look on at you two and are like aweeee:(( (my heart)

falling in love with ghosts is really a not a good idea

that time where alison and mike host a party and you are all completely drunk out of your mind, and even the ghosts are dancing with everyone, well just beware because julian will be dancing with you - mostly behind you but perhaps you don't hate that.. : )

whenever you come home from work, everyone is always excited to see you and they each wanna tell you about their day etc

alison and mike go on holiday just for a week, as an anniversary gift from you, so you’re basically left to babysit everyone for the week

its an interesting week, robin nearly burns the house down, you all lose humphrey (both his head and body) for a few days and cant find him, pat hosts a song competition,,, and well one ghosts proclaims their love for you and somehow tries to kiss you well yeah we can all guess probably who

fanny often complains about your outfits and how short some your skirts or whatever are and she just follows you around the house and is like, “THAT IS NOT APPROPRIATE! NO ONE SHOULD SEE A LADIES ANKLES!”

and your simply just trying to make a cup of tea, and alison gives you a sympathetic look as fanny is following your every move

the only ghost who doesn't mind you swearing is julian. sometimes his tory-ass will annoy you and you just give him the finger and tell him to f off, and he either laughs at you or is like “what did i do?” 

the ghosts all support you in whatever hobby you have and always end up distracting you and asking you questions about it

and basically these guys are your best friends :))

if u want a part two let me know! or any request ideas for any ghosts i am down!! <3 

[chloe-skywalker]

I Don’t Want To (part 2 requested) - Brett Talbot

Brett x Fem!reader Argent

Warnings: mentions of being kicked out?

Word count: 465

Requested: i absolutely love ur work i was wondering if you could possibly do a part 2 of I Don’t Want To - Brett & Alison please & thank you don’t feel like me you have to make it have a super great & wonderful New Year

Authors Note: Technically the reader is Allison’s sister, not Allison but I get what ya mean. An thank you for the kind words and for the request. - @kellyseverideluvsstellakidd-dea 

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“What’s wrong, Brett?” Satomi asked approaching the tall teenager.

“Nothing.” Brett mumbled

“You should know by now that I know you better than that.” Satomi moved to sit beside the boy. “So are you gonna tell me, or keep me waiting?”

“I was just thinking about that girl from a couple of weeks ago. If she was ok. After everything.” Brett told her looking slightly shy.

“Mmmmm, I see. Well, I heard from Derek Hale. She moved into his loft with him.” Satomi told the boy hoping to ease his mind.

“They kicked her out.” Brett turned his head to the older wolf in a flash. She wasn’t kidding when she said her family would do bad things if she disobeyed.

“She was kicked out, but not fully disowned. Her father wouldn’t do it. They have a bond, he cares about her to much to do that. He has visited her at the loft. He understands why she did it.” She explained the Y/h/c-ed girls’ situation to him. “You can go visit her if you would like.” Satomi suggested.

“Yeah. Yeah I think I might.” Brett nodded thinking he might actually. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that girl since their run in.

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Y/n got up after hearing a knock on the door of the loft, being the only one home she got up to answer it. “Brett?”

“Y/n.” Brett smiled upon seeing the girl.

“What’re you doing here?” Y/n asked mirroring his expression while moving aside to let him in.

“I came to check on you.” Brett stated as he walked into the loft.

“Oh” Y/n let out softly.

“After what you did for me, and my sister. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Brett told her looking her in the eyes. He was looking her up and down trying to make sure she was ok and wasn’t hurt.

“Its the least I could do. You’re not like what we’ve supposed to hunt. Plus Satomi is a friend.” Y/n smiled at him moving into the room.

Brett nodded moving to sit on the couch as Y/n did. “How’d you meet her?”

“Through Derek.” She answered still smiling at the boy around her age.

“Well, then how’d you meet the Hales? Let alone befriend them?” Brett laughed turning his body to face hers.

“Long story.” Y/n shrugged, thinking he wouldn’t be interested.

“I got time.” Brett shrugged hoping to get to know her more. He could tell she seemed a little shocked by his answer but then she smiled and started to tell him. Maybe this could lead to a friendship or more. But Brett was determined to make sure she knows he’d be on her side if she ever needed it.

[jamiewintons]

Merry Kissmas (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: It’s Christmas at Button House, and Thomas is once again waiting under the mistletoe for a kiss. But this time, it’s not Alison he’s hoping to meet.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff. First Kiss. Christmas. Mistletoe. Awkwardness. Ghost!Reader. Shy!Reader. Special appearances from Alison, Julian, and The Captain.

A/N: This was supposed to be saved for December, but I accidentally posted it to AO3 rather than drafting it so I may as well just post it now *sighs*. I hope you enjoy, and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!

Word Count: 1446

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As Thomas stared out of the window, he couldn’t help but notice how the sunlight reflecting off the snow-covered ground seemed to make the world glisten. It was beautiful, but not enough to distract him from his thoughts, because they were about something infinitely more beautiful.

“Oh! Alison!” he exclaimed, standing from his seat and rushing over to her, as she decorated the house for the season. She turned her attention away from hanging tinsel for a moment to acknowledge Thomas. “I must ask… will you be fulfilling our Christmas wishes again this year?”

“Well, depending on what it is, I’ll see what I can do,” Alison replied, going back to work and hanging the mistletoe in the doorway to the library.

“I have a single wish — for a kiss from the most beautiful woman gracing the halls of this house,” Thomas declared dramatically, his hands over his heart.

Alison sighed. “Thomas, we’ve talked about this, we’re not going to—”

“Y/N.”

“Pardon?”

“My wish is for a kiss from Y/N. Well, ideally more than one, but I shan’t be greedy.”

Alison might have been taken aback, but she already knew Thomas had feelings for you, though he had never been as open with them as he had previously.

“How about you, I don’t know, ask her if you can kiss her?” Alison suggested. He’d had no problem boldly declaring his love for her every five seconds before you had shown up to the house.

Thomas averted his gaze from her. “Although it is embarrassing to admit, I find myself feeling rather bashful whenever she is around, and horrifically tongue-tied whenever I even think about telling her how I feel. And unfortunately, I am still unsure as to whether she feels anything for me.”

Alison had to stifle a laugh. It seemed like everyone but Thomas had realised that you were madly in love with him ages ago. You were probably the shyest of all of the ghosts, but the way you acted around him made your feelings quite obvious. She was sure that Mike even knew how you felt, and he couldn’t even see you!

“All I ask of you is to go fetch Y/N and ask her if she can meet me here. I think perhaps if she sees that I’ve asked her to meet me under the mistletoe, she will understand that I love her, and I will be able to express my feelings more confidently,” Thomas explained, and Alison supposed that there was no harm in just doing that little favour for him.

“Well, alright. I’ll go and get her.”

“Thank you, Alison!” Thomas exclaimed, “I can only hope she says yes!”

***

It didn’t take Alison long to find you. You were sitting in your room in front of an open novel, seemingly engrossed in what you were reading. When you heard the door open then close, you looked up from your book to see her standing there.

“Hello, Alison,” you said, “Perfect timing, actually, I’ve just finished this page. Would you be able to turn it for me, please?”

“Sure.” Alison walked over and flipped the book to the next page. “Oh, but before you keep reading, I was just speaking to Thomas and he was wondering if you would come and see him.”

“Thomas?” you asked, your voice cracking a little bit. It was things like that which made Alison wonder how Thomas could be so blind to your feelings for him. “Um, of course. Where is he?”

“In the library, I think. He said he’d wait for you there.”

You stood from your chair abruptly, rushing over to the small mirror that hung on the wall, tidying your hair and smoothing out your clothes. Alison couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N, you look fine. Just go and see him.”

You nodded, before quickly walking through the wall into the hallway, nearly tripping over your own feet as you went.

You had butterflies in your stomach as you walked from your room to the library. You loved nothing more than spending time with Thomas, though you did find yourself anxious thinking about what he might want to speak to you about. Had you done something to upset him? Was that why he hadn’t come to fetch you himself and had asked Alison to do it for him?

When you finally reached the doorway of the library, Thomas turned to look at you, a wide grin on his face. You took a sharp intake of breath, his smile truly was the most beautiful you’d ever seen. Being so close to him was making you feel a little faint.

“Ah, Y/N, how lovely to see you,” he said politely, and you managed a smile in return.

“You too, Thomas. Um, Alison said you wanted to talk to me…” You fidgeted with the fabric of your shirt, the anxiety you were feeling was overwhelming.

“Yes, I do. About something of great importance.”

Did you do something wrong? Surely if you did, Thomas wouldn’t be smiling at you like that, would he? You had no idea what was going on, why wouldn’t he just tell you what he wanted?

After a few moments of silence, Thomas pointed a finger upwards, still beaming at you. You looked up, seeing the sprig of mistletoe hanging off the doorframe. You looked back into Thomas’ eyes, unable to believe that this was really happening. You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out.

Thomas’ expression dropped and his smile disappeared. “If you do not wish to kiss me, Y/N, then I shan’t pressure you to.”

“No!” you exclaimed, embarrassed by yet another voice crack. Your volume dropped to a whisper. “I… I do want to kiss you…” you admitted, unable to look into his soft eyes when saying such a thing.

Thomas’ entire face lit up, though you weren’t looking at him to see it. “Oh, Y/N… you’ve made me the happiest man in the world. When I find the words, I shall write for you a poem of such beauty to encapsulate the joy I feel in this very moment!”

You giggled a little at that. Thomas’ penchant for dramatics was one of the things you found so utterly adorable about him. You returned your gaze to him, seeing the fondness in his eyes. Shyly, you stepped closer to him ever so slightly, but it seemed that it was now Thomas that was freezing up.

“Thomas, are you… okay?” you asked, once he had been silent for a few seconds.

He nodded, but you could see how anxious he was. “It has just occurred to me that it has been nearly 200 years since I have kissed someone… Perhaps I have forgotten how.” He sighed. “I would not wish for our first kiss to be a disappointment for you.”

Your desire to comfort him seemed to overrule your shyness for a moment, and you took one of his hands in yours. His eyes widened when you did so, but he didn’t stop you from doing it. You give him a soft smile. “It’s okay if you’re a little bit out of practice, Thomas, because so am I. And besides…” you took a breath. “I don’t think a kiss from you could ever be close to disappointing.”

Thomas looked like he was about to cry, though he was still smiling joyfully. His free hand came up to touch your face, and he pressed his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss as best as you could, though any clumsiness from either party hardly seemed to matter, you were simply so happy that this was finally happening. You were so focused on each other that you barely noticed a voice that sounded like Julian’s saying “Well, it’s about bloody time.”

Eventually, the two of you pulled away from each other’s lips, though you still stayed just as close. Being too far away from Thomas at this point sounded like absolute torture. Thomas beamed at you again and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, this is all very sweet, but you cannot just stand there kissing each other all day,” The Captain said, and both of you turned to look at him, standing a few feet away from you with Fanny. “We have much to do to prepare for tomorrow, and I expect both of you to contribute.”

“Shall we, my dear?” Thomas asked, holding his arm out to you, which you took gladly. The two of you followed The Captain and Fanny to the common room to meet up with everyone else.

It was the greatest Christmas gift you could have ever asked for.

[hotporridgepot]

Been There

I didn't expect the first Ghosts fic I wrote to be from Julian's perspective, but this idea struck me and I can't stop thinking about it!

I've always imagined Julian to be the first one to properly talk to the Captain about his sexuality, and this is how I think that conversation would go.

It was one of Alison's "talks" that finally did it.

All it took was a sharp hairpin turn in the conversation, a misplaced comment from Kitty and bam, there it was. Button House's worst-kept secret was sent spinning across the circular space between their group therapy chairs. Julian's suddenly reminded, as the Captain evacuates the room in what looks like shock, of a news report he'd heard when he was a kid. It was of an unexploded bomb they dug up by a church. Everyone in the area had known it was there for a while, but to actually see it out in the open was something else.

Alison looks upset. Guilty, even. She keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs and pulling her cardigan over her hands.

"I thought he was okay," she mumbles, staring at the empty space on the wall Cap floated through. "He seemed to - last time we had a talk, he seemed like he wanted to -"

"Oh it's my fault, Alison," Kitty wails, thumping her hands down on her skirts as though she's smacking herself. "I was the one who asked about everyone's favourite beau. I shouldn't have fussed so much, I'm so sorry, it's just-"

"Kitty, it's fine!" Alison holds up her hands. "It's not your fault, it's just...complicated."

Julian watches as the conversation trickles down its many paths again. "My cousin's cousin was gay," Pat's saying to a bewildered Mary. Fanny's muttering about how she had no idea, Robin couldn't seem to care less, and Humphrey's still on the other side of the room asking for a rundown on what happened.

"Do you think he's alright?" Alison says.

Julian shrugs. "Damned if I know."

But the thing is, Julian does know. And the answer is most definitely no.

It might be a bit of an absurd conversation for the rest of the ghosts, but he's different. He comes from the time of - of gaydars, of Canal Street, of "metrosexual" plastered across the front of the Daily Mirror. Of Elton. Freddie. George. Coming out was a thing when he died. To pick up the vibe from someone simply wasn't done in Robin's time, nor Mary's. Nor even Pat's, really.

"I should probably go and see where he is," Julian says, feigning nonchalance.

No one responds. Alison's already on the other side of the room, complaining to Mike about "ghost stuff". Julian thumbs toward the back wall.

"Anyone wanna - no? Just me? Alright."

It doesn't take long to find the Captain. Whenever he's in any kind of sulk he always migrates to the window in the television room, staring at the gate outside like he's expecting someone to walk through it.

Now that he's here, Julian's not sure what to say. Best to try and get on Cap's level, really. Some more personal experience sharing. Alison would be proud.

"I've been there, you know," Julian says. It makes the Captain jump, a hand clutched to his chest before he turns back around and ignores Julian. "A couple of times, actually."

Cap sighs. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"New Year's Eve, 1971," Julian goes on, sauntering into the room. He's good at this, he decides. "That was the first time. We were absolutely spangled on a fat bottle of Haig, started playing strip poker and before you know it, my second moon landing was -"

"Blast it, Julian, this isn't about sex!"

The Cap's outburst stops Julian short. He backs up, wincing a bit as the Captain turns to face him. Julian's never seen any of them except for Kitty and Thomas cry, but he reckons that this is the stoic army equivalent. There's a deep, grey heaviness in the Captain's eyes, like something's been keeping him awake for a century.

It hits Julian, with a wave of shame and embarrassment he's very much not used to, how the older ghosts must see him. While he'd definitely be on the way to retirement were he still alive, he's a baby to the likes of Fanny and the Captain. A thoughtless, boisterous, fraternity-going thrillseeker. Shit-brained Bullingdon boy.

He isn't that, though. Not anymore. He's lived past that. He's died past that.

His own escapades might have been the wrong place to start. He realises now there are much more valuable things he could be saying; now, Julian suddenly remembers the other side of it all. Because he also comes from the time of Section 28. The AIDS crisis. Newspapers talking about a "gay gene". Newspapers spitting what Julian knew even then to be pure lie and vitriol.

He knows it's a big deal that the Captain just blurted it out in what looked like a fit of adrenaline that came and went against his will. To think of all those years, every second of Cap's life and afterlife built upon this cornerstone of a secret...it tugs at something in Julian's chest. It - well, it's a rotten thing.

Cautiously, Julian steps forward until he's sat opposite the Captain on the windowsill. He mumbles a "sorry" and clears his throat.

"Gets talked about these days, you know," Julian tries. "Like that wedding that came here, remember? It's a...thing."

A lame end to the sentence, but hey ho. It is a thing now.

Then the Captain clears his own throat. "I know it's a thing," he says pompously, "but it doesn't quite feel like my thing, if you catch my drift."

Julian frowns. "Wait, so you're not gay?"

"No, of course I - see, even that word! 'Gay'. It meant something completely different in my lifetime," the Captain says, fiddling with the buttons on his coat maniacally as though he wants them to fall off. "I feel so terribly out of touch for having kept it all inside for so long, that I can't possibly reduce it to the inconsequence people make of it today. I don't quite know how to navigate any of it. If it's even worth navigating, now that there's nothing I can do with the information."

Julian nods. It's making so much sense now. Poor sod.

"We all went in different directions after uni," Julian goes on. "Well, to some extent. One of the lads I romped about with is -"

The Captain pinches the bridge of his nose. "Julian, I said this wasn't about -"

"No, no, listen! I was going to say, one of the lads is married to a man now. Another one decided it wasn't for him and never did it again."

Cap's listening now. "...And as for you?"

Julian shrugs. "S'not something I thought about much when I wasn't up to the eyeballs in booze, but I suppose I'm - oh, I'd say 90 percent for women, 10 percent for men." Cautiously, he leans forward. "See? People still talk about that, too. Working out how you feel and all that malarkey. There's not really one way to about it, if I'm honest. There's never been one way about it."

The Captain's face softens, some of the heaviness in his eyes melting away.

"It doesn't matter who knows what, mate. Just give yourself some time."

"I've got plenty of that," Cap chuckles.

The sun's high in the sky now, beating feverishly hot through the window.

"You up for a bit of volley on the green? Humphrey's been begging us to play."

The Captain looks out the window at the grass, then back to the gate. "Not now, thank you. I'll watch from up here."

"Suit yourself." Julian gets up to go, something blooming in his chest he hasn't felt since he was alive. It's been a while since he truly helped someone, he thinks, and he's proud of it. Proud of them both.

"I'm all ears whenever you want to rant for a bit," he calls back as he leaves the room. "Remember, I've been there."

[ailendolin]

‡: Mike from ghosts

Here is your prompt, anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Next up:

►- crisp, clean pajamas: Julian

≣ - hand holding: Headless Humphrey

Original prompt: something about Bernard and Chamberlain

≣ - hand holding: Julian & Robin

Careful care: it’s hard for[character A] to accept help. [character B] knows which care methods are “acceptable” - Flowers & Pressley

So dramatic: [Character] complains about their cold - Vex

⌘ - being picked up: Cap/Havers

Ask Games can be found here and here. Filled prompts are on AO3. ________

Boo ‡ - bath: Mike

“Alison!” Mike called from the bathroom. “Are you really sure the bathroom is empty?”

There was a pause before Alison shouted back from downstairs, “Yes! Why?”

“Because it smells of fire in here!”

“Oh for god’s sake – Mary!” Alison called. “I told you to get out of there!”

There was silence for a moment that Mike chose to interpret as Mary leaving, perhaps with a giggle, and him finally getting his peace and quiet. He turned on the water and looked around as steam flooded the room, trying to see if he had any more unwanted company – he was very much aware that this was both ridiculous and futile, thank you very much – before he slowly took off his shirt.

He couldn’t hear it over the sound of the rushing water, but behind him, Julian was slowly turning the faucet from hot to cold with a grin. While Julian had no desire whatsoever to spy on Mike while he was taking a bath – at least not right now – making him scream and curse because of ghostly shenanigans? Yeah, that was right up his alley.

It took patience and perfect timing; Julian was quite proud of himself for managing to change the water back to hot by the time Mike had stripped down to his boxers and finished brushing his teeth. He stepped away from the bathtub, ready to leave and wait outside for the inevitable moment when Mike discovered that his bath wasn’t as hot and steamy as he’d thought it would be when his eyes fell to the mirror and he got another idea.

Very slowly so Mike wouldn’t notice, he wrote one small, three-lettered word onto the glass. Satisfied, he faded through the door.

“Dids you manage to do it?” Mary asked, her eyes bright with anticipation.

“Oh yes,” Julian grinned. “Even added a little Robin flair to it.”

The ghost in question frowned at him. “But lights are my thing.”

“Not lights, Robin,” Julian said. “Words. You’ll see in a moment.”

Sure enough, only a few seconds later they heard what Robin would later describe with glee as an unmanly shriek coming from the bathroom, followed by the sound of water sloshing over the tub, some creative cursing and finally a furious, “Alison! Tell Julian I’m going to kill him! I don’t care if he’s already dead – I’ll find a way to resurrect his pasty Tory ass and kill him again.”

“That be witchcraft,” Mary whispered, hiding her giggles behind her hands.

Julian snickered as Mike stalked past them, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel. He beckoned the others to follow him into the bathroom where he proudly pointed at the mirror.

“Boo!” Robin said in delight. He laughed and turned to Julian. “Classic.”

“You know it, Ape.”

They high-fived and then high-tailed it out of there before Alison could find them.

[kholkate]

When Julian woke again the fall sun was streaming through the window and Cap was rolled over on his side facing it but sleeping still. Julian smiled, 'So much for getting up with dawn', he thought. He got up and walked over to the mirror on the wall and straightened his tie, smoothed his shirt and fiddled with his labels to ready himself for the day.

"I'm off, darling," he joked aloud but even in jest he liked the sound of it.

Leaving the bedroom he went down to join whatever others were awake in the sitting room. He found Pat and Robin, Humphery's head and Fanny, Mary, Kitty and Thomas had yet to join them.

"Morning. Paper in yet?" Julian asked. He stopped at the window to see what the weather looked like for the day.

"Mike no get it yet," Robin said. He was already sitting by the chess board, surveying the game they had left on it the day before.

"Sleeping in, is he?" Julian asked. He moved from the window to take a seat.

"It would seem. Who did you end up sharing a bed with, Julian?" Pat asked, adjusting his glasses with a smile.

Julian pulled at his coat. "Oh I slept with the Captain," he smiled.

Fanny gasped. "Slept with him? How could you?! Corrupting an innocent boy!" She exclaimed, looking at him harshly.

"Innocent you say?" Julian asked, raising his eyebrows.

"He's hardly a boy, I'd say," Humphery commented. His head was sitting on an end table.

"He's younger than I. I don't think Julian is right for him," Fanny argued.

"But did you say he is an innocent?" Julian asked again, very intrigued now.

"I actually don't think Julian meant sleeping with him in quite that way, Fanny. I think he meant just resting," Pat tried to clarify. 

"I don't care, I don't want him in bed with the Captain!" Fanny declared. 

"I think that's my affair, thank you, Lady Button!" Julian said, raising his voice slightly, taking offense. 

"Good morning all!" Cap said, coming into the room with a smile. He looked at ease and well rested coming in on the scene.

They all quieted down and looked at Cap as he came in, he walked over to the window and stretched, looking out much the same way Julian had.

"It will be an excellent morning for a run!" He commented.

Cap's presence calmed the argument that had been going on and Alison came in shortly after the rest of the ghosts woke up to help them start their day before she went back to her live guests. 

By noon they watched the two cars pulling away from the house and all gave a cheer to see them leave, hoping things could get back to normal.

"I can now go back to working on my pose in silence and tranquility," Thomas said. He gave a contented sigh.

"Perhaps you can do it in your room, eh, Alison?" Julian asked. He saw her coming in and pointed his question to her.

Alison gave an apologetic smile. "About that-"

There was a chorus of groans and muttered complaints.

"Listen, everyone can go back to their regular rooms tonight except you, Julian," she said, lightly biting her bottom lip.

"Oh come onnn! Why my room?" Julian demanded to know.

"Well, one of the legs on the bed got broken last night. Patty and Bill accidentally broke it," Alison explained. 

"How does one break a bed, I mean- oh. OH. Good Lord!" Captain looked away when he realized. 

"How did they break it?" Kitty asked, innocently curious.

"You don't need to know, Kitty. It's outrageous! How could you let something like that happen here, Alison? This is a respectable home, not some… hideaway for prostitutes!" Fanny complained. 

"I know, I know it's…interesting… but Mike and I can get it fixed tomorrow," Alison promised.

"I can't believe it! My bed, ruined by some obviously amazing hanky panky and I wasn't even there!" Julian said, astonished. 

"Like I said, I will get it fixed tomorrow, until then you'll just have to share like you did last night," Alison said. She gave him another apologetic look and then went on through the room to do some tidying.

Julian grumbled to himself but honestly didn't mind having to share with Cap another night, he liked it and further, he could get used to it.

***

Part two of three.

[hawkins-high86]

Review: y/n is Scott’s sister and she has a crush on malia tate. Lesbian /bisexual reader

Warming:none just fluff ✨

Y/n POV :

Stiles I think I have a crush on someone who’s amazing and they don’t even know that I exist.

“Is it me please tell me it’s not me?scott will kill me” he said

I smiled no offense but no I’m um I’m into girls actually and it’s malia.

“Oh my gosh “ he said

What ? Please tell me stiles.

“She knows that you exist y/n she talkes about you when we were studying and she wants to ask you to prom “he said

Really? You sat up seriously stiles is this a prank ?

“No way why would I lie to my best friend sister go ahead ask her out before I do something stupid “

Fine ,I got up from my seat and walked my way to the other side of the lunch room with my heart beating nearly out of my chest I saw her studying.

Hey malia ,she looked up at me and I smiled you know about prom is in a couple of weeks and I want to know if anyone has ask you yet ?

“No,not yet why ? Has anyone asked you out ?”

Oh no one yet you turned around to go back .

“Wait y/n “ she said

You turned around yes ?

“If you don’t have a date and I don’t have a date do you want to go together?” She asked me

My heart skipped a beat was I dreaming ? Oh my gosh yes I wanted to ask you that for a while.

“Great so 7:pm can’t wait to see how beautiful you look “ she said

Aw ,thanks you too great see you than you went back across the room and saw stiles.

“Well what did she say?”he asked you

She said yes ! You hugged him thanks for telling me I appreciate it it kinda gave me confidence so that’s Stiles.

“No problem “ he smiled

Thanks ,i have got to go home and plan this all out with Lydia see you later you walked home your dad must be gone stiles was at Scott’s house you got your lace blue tight dress out on your bed Lydia was here hey come in I need help with my makeup and hair.

“Great let’s do this “ she said while getting her makeup bag

She put on the eyeshadow some lipstick and some blush you looked into the mirror and felt like a princess oh my gosh Lydia thank you so much it looks amazing. You hugged her

“Now it’s time for hair what are you thinking?” She asked you

Hmm I was thinking about lose curls you headed to the bathroom hear is the curling iron just be careful it can get really hot .

“Oh ok” she grab the curling iron

She did you hair and she put some hairspray you looked in the mirror thanks Lydia now I’m ready you smiled at her and she left your bedroom so you can get ready you were really nervous and it you got into your dress and went downstairs stiles wasn’t going to prom this year.you saw stiles looking at you.

“Are you ready do you need me to drive you?” He asked you

I’m ready and yea she’s meeting me there you went into stiles jeep and headed to the prom it was at the school you went outside his car before you could get in the gym stiles said something I’m sorry what did you say?

“I said have a good time and don’t stay out to late and call me if you need anything love you sis “ he smiled at you

Love you too stiles don’t worry about me I won’t be out to late you stepped into the gym and saw lights balloons and loud music and you saw issac Lydia and Jackson and Scott and Alison where are you malia? You decided to look around for her than you found her she look amazing with her black dress and her makeup.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Hey y/n you look very pretty I love your dress “she said

Thanks so do you you smiled at her she started to dance you raised your eyebrows.

“Dance with me ,dumbass !”

Oh ok we were dancing for hours than a slow song came on oh um

“Ms y/n may I have this dance “ she asked you

Of course you can you put your hands on her shoulders and she put her hands around your waist and you danced it felt so unreal but it was a dream come true time passed away from us and the dance was over.

“Can I walk you home ?”

Yes ,you can she walked all the way home with you until you got to your house and the pouch light was still on that meant that your dad was still awake well that was so much fun hopefully we could meet up again so- before you could say anything else she kissed you oh wow ! malia

“What did I do something wrong?”she asked you

No,you giggled you faced her and kissed her back with more passion afterwards you to stared at each other do you want to take this to my bedroom? We don’t have to.

“No I would love too” she said

Great,before you could open the house door the door flew right open it was your dad.

“Hi malia hi hun missed you how was it ?”

Hi daddy it was great! You said to him

“That’s great now it’s getting late you need to sleep “ he said

Oh ok I will see you tomorrow at school ok

“Ok see you tomorrow “she said to you

You stepped into the house and went upstairs and got into your pajamas and took your makeup off and brushed your teeth and went peacefully to sleep.

The end soon I didn’t proofread or anything just enjoy it sorry for the spelling mistakes and errors

[one-foot-fairytale]

Hot Chocolate | Jeno

Touring the new part of campus with Jeno

@jenctar

Request: Someone please write me a jeno blurb where we paint together and he draws me awfully(jokingly ofc) and i laugh and we kiss :)

Note: it’s been a while since I’ve written, so I’m a little rusty, but I hope you like it! 🥰

The chilly just-beginning-of-fall breeze rustles the tree leaves and plays with your hair. Your college just finished building a new part of campus called the Mindfulness Meadow and since your boyfriend, Jeno, is friends with one of the members of student council, he got to reserve a few hours before the opening day to explore it with you. After touring the garden, having a mini dance party in the yoga studio, and feeding the fish in the pond, you guys finally settled on painting each other’s portraits under the shade of a large tree at the edge of the Peace of Mind Garden. You’re both sitting on tall stools, facing each other with a decent-sized canvas for each of you. The clouds have come over just enough to make the outside comfortably warm without threatening any rain. All you can hear are your brushes pressing against the canvas and the rustle of the tree leaves. If you focus, you can hear the flowing water from the pond in the middle of the garden. You pause painting and try to see if you can hear anything else but your focus is broken by the sound of Jeno snickering. You look over at him with a raised brow. He’s staring at his canvas with a look of pity and confusion. 

“What?” You ask. He looks up at you and back down at the painting again, pursing his lips. 

“I don’t know where I went wrong.” He says, finally letting out something between a chuckle and an evil cackle. You throw your paint brush down and run over to where he’s sitting. The thing on the canvas would make Picasso proud. You were so shook, you just stood there for a second, processing whatever the heck he just spent 45 minutes painting. 

“I’m sorry” he jokingly mumbles before bursting into laughter, his eyes turning into that cute half-moon shape. You playfully swat his arm, laughing too. 

“What is this? ‘Y/n as perceived by a funhouse mirror?’” You ask. That makes him laugh even harder, almost falling off his stool. You both laugh as the breeze blows again, this time creating small goosebumps on your arms. “Are your glasses smudged or something?” You ask, smirking at him. 

“Probably.” He replies. 

“Let me see.” You say, leaning closer to him. You both look into each other’s eyes, daring the other to make the first move. Finally, he leans in and softly pecks your lips. 

“What about yours?” He asks, hopping off his stool to come look at your painting. Is our boy a little shy? “Wow.” He mutters, impressed. You both stare at your canvas, taking in the soft lines and earthy colors. You had painted him in a cream turtleneck and accentuated the gold glint in his chocolate-brown eyes. You had even included the tree standing behind him, the yellow-green leaves mid-sway. 

“That’s really good.” He says, staring at the canvas. 

“Thanks.” You look over at him and he looks so cute right now. His eyes wide open, his lips curved into an awestruck smile. That’s when you kiss his cheek. He lets out a cute cry of surprise, whipping around to face you. At first, you don’t know what he’s going to do. Then he turns his face to the other side, subtly leaning in. You kiss his other cheek, trying not to giggle. Another breeze blows through the trees, this one definitely brisk. You both shiver. 

“Wanna pack up, and get some hot chocolate?” He asks.

“Definitely.” You reply.

-Alison (화윤)