#yes buy the haunted lot boy

[conbininingen]

Watching Netflix's El gabinete de curiosidades de Guillermo del Toro and it is already featuring a redneck listening to bs about brown ppl, I hope something so wicked happens to him

[sunsetsimon]

farmer simon riley ♡

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

this is very self indulgent sorry not sorry! pt 2. boyfriend simon nsfw will be out tomorrow!

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☼ he wakes up at the crack of dawn every morning, kissing your forehead before he starts his routine. rinsing his face, shaving if he needs to, brushing his teeth, the usual. simon doesn’t listen to much music when he’s alone, but the silence grounds him, a reminder that this is his life now. he does a lot of reflecting, sitting on the porch and drifting off in his mind.

☼ as the sun comes up he gets to work, feeding the animals one by one. he talks to them and names them. he acts annoyed when the ducks follow him, quacking at him for him to hurry up and give them their feed. “god dammit, fucking ducks back up!” he grunts, kicking his leg out to keep them back as he fills the bucket.

he makes his round to each animal, giving them a pat and checking that they have everything they need before leaving. by the time he makes his way back to the house, he can tell you're up. the curtains are drawn and the front door is propped open, letting in the fresh morning air. he knows he'll find you in the back garden with a wicker basket on your arm, trying to decide what to make for breakfast.

"how about omelettes this morning, love? somethin' simple, wanna spend some time with you," he says, pulling your back against him, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and caressing your skin.

☼ always drives you into town when you want to go. he’s like your personal body guard, so unless you tell him otherwise, he expects to be next to you the entire time. spoils you so much too, letting you buy whatever you want without a fuss, he has the money for it.

☼ he buys whole cow from one of his cattle friends and learns to cook different recipes with the meat. simon definitely becomes one of those ‘griller guys’ who finds any excuse to grill or smoke meat. he has a lot of fun with it, trying out new recipes and techniques to see which produces the best results. he loves cooking together with you, thinks you look so cute in your “kiss the chef” apron he got you.

☼ having the boys or your friends over for meals. ghost is anything but a socialite, but he does have the boys over a few times a year for a small cookout. you get so excited every time, ready to hear all the stories soap and gaz talk about, even though they definitely shouldn’t be sharing the information. they try to keep it lighthearted, making positive memories with each other outside of work is rare. he never says it, but simon has a good time whenever they come.

☼ indulges in a lot of hobbies. shooting, wood working, gardening and more. he has to do something to occupy his time now. there’s a small building on your property that he renovated into his work room. tools cover the walls, and his projects sit on the tables until he finishes them. he spends the nights he can’t sleep in there, distracting himself with work so that he doesn’t think about the things that haunt him. you wake up to an empty bed in the middle of the night and look out the window, seeing the lights on in the distant building. sighing, you roll out of bed and put on your fuzzy robe that he got you for winter.

you open the large door, revealing simon sitting at one of his tables, his gun taken apart and splayed across it. “si, it’s 2 in the morning, come to bed,” you say, walking over and softly petting the hair on the back of his neck.

“i will soon, just gotta finish this.” you frown at him, giving him a knowing look that he doesn’t actually plan on being done soon. unmoving from your spot, he sighs and wipes off his hands, throwing the towel down. “okay, ‘m coming.” his hand reaches under the table, grabbing a 2nd gun and tucking it into the holster in his pants.

you roll your eyes, “my god.. do you just have those everywhere?”

“yes.”

☼ homegrown flower bouquets during the spring and summer, simon makes it a point to make you a fresh one every week. he cuts the stems and puts it in a vase for you, leaving it on the kitchen counter for you to see when you come down. he does everything he can to make you feel special because you’re the light of his life. sometimes he builds you things too! making mental notes whenever you talk about wanting something, he spends night after night in his workroom to make it perfect for you.

☼ loves sitting on your porch and watching the sun set with you. after dinner, he’ll pull you out onto the porch, sitting next to you with a glass of whiskey. simon doesn’t say anything, just staring off and enjoying your presence. you can feel his eyes on you occasionally, watching as the sun casts it’s oranges, pinks, and reds across your face. you look so beautiful and peaceful here.

☼ never expected this to be his life but he’s happy with the way it is. he can never get too bored though, always needing to do something. the winters can be tough on him mentally as there’s less to do in the cold, so he picks up reading and is constantly finishing projects around the house. he just wants you to be safe and by his side, forever.

[loversj0y]

id meet you where the spirit meets the bones

inspired by @lillylvjy's ghost au! go give it a read and give lilly some love!!

wilbur soot x gn! reader

TWs: death, lots of talks about death, reader cries a few times, nightmares, reader nearly dies, stalking, body horror, slightly suggestive stuff (wilbur is flirty af)

word count: 13k. i am not sorry

note: this has not been edited/beta read at all. also i know jack shit about ghosts tbh aside from the light pagan/spirit work i used to do so. dont take any of the ghostly advice here seriously its all for spooky vibes and ambiance. also if anyone can notice the red flags i include at a Specific Section i will give u a smooch, title taken from ivy by taylor swift

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng, @core-queen

You didn’t believe in ghosts. You weren't strong in this opinion, it was just a matter of not believing everything you saw on the internet. You never had any personal experiences with ghosts yourself, so you had no reason to actually believe in them. 

While this didn’t mean a lot, it did mean that the house everyone avoided on the corner was about to be yours. 

You knew the stories and the warnings:

Be careful! You know they say those boys haunt those walls!

It was brutal what happened here, are you sure it’s safe? 

Good luck! They say those who move in there either leave dead or never leave! 

Honestly, it didn’t deter you. A brutal murder of two brothers in the 90s should have scared you. However, you went in for a showing, and the place seemed perfectly fine. It was the cheapest place you could buy, and you couldn’t stand having a landlord anymore. Ghosts are miles better than landlords, at least they live in the place and don’t just act like they do. 

You took the deal. The move in process was pretty easy, too. You borrowed a work friend’s truck, and you and her brought in some of your heavier furniture (your old mattress, the couch you bought on Facebook, the TV you got from a friend who couldn’t take it with him), and the rest of the boxes you and her just piled into the living room. You thanked her, paying her for her help as well, and then it was just you, standing in your new, box-filled living room. 

You took a deep breath as you looked around, almost stunned by the stillness of the room. You’d never actually lived on your own before, always some family or roommate with you, so it was… almost uncomfortable to see an empty room with no sound. 

The silence was broken after a moment, though, your phone ringing loudly from the kitchen counter. You walked over and answered, starting to unpack as you spoke on the phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, how’s the move going?” It was your mum, voice kind and welcoming. 

“It’s good, mum,” you chuckled, opening up your first box of kitchenware, “Working on boxes now.”

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear it.” You could hear her smile through the phone. “The place is nice?”

“Yeah, the house is really nice,” you carefully shifted some pots into the back of the cabinet, “it’s an older house, but it’s lovely. The backyard is really pretty too, I think you’d love it. Really peaceful.”

“Oh, love, not to be rude, but I don’t imagine I’ll be coming there anytime soon.”

“I know, I know, you don’t like the drive.”

“Well, yes, but…” you could hear the apprehension in her voice, “sweetie, you’ve heard about this… place you’re living in, of course. I’m not sure how safe it is.” 

You chuckled, standing up fully and leaning against the kitchen counter, “Never took you for a believer in ghosts, mum.” 

The air felt a bit tense around you. 

“Well, when you’re my age, sweetheart, you’d rather not test your luck.” 

That brought a laugh out of you, “Mum, you don’t look a day over thirty.” You smiled, looking around the house a bit. “Besides, have you even heard the full story?”

“I’ve heard about the brutal murder part, but I suppose not much else.” 

“It was two boys,” you sighed softly, “Eighteen and twenty-six. If ghosts are even real, I don’t imagine they’d want to cause much trouble. If anything, they’d probably be scared.” 

A rattling sound came from your left, causing you to falter in your words. You walked to see the source of the noise, quickly noticing a few of the pots still in the box had shifted, presumably having fallen over.

You continued speaking easily, “I mean, god, mum, imagine dying and being forced to live in the place you were killed while seeing tens of people move into your home. I’d be confused and scared too.”

“I suppose,” you heard your mother reply, and it felt like some of the tension left the room. “Either way, just promise me, you’ll be safe? If anything seems amiss, I can call my sister-“

“Oh, god, mum, Aunt Cate couldn’t tell a ghost from a sock, I’d rather not have her in here spewing her Catholic bullshit.”

Your mother laughed, and it made some of the homesickness fade a bit, “Fair enough, dearie. Listen, I’ve got to run, but call me tomorrow, please?”

“I will, mum. I love you.”

“Love you too, dear.” 

The line hung up, and you sighed softly, hanging your head for a moment. It felt too quiet already. You opened up Spotify, choosing some random playlist and continuing your work with unpacking. You played some soft indie music, gentle but upbeat guitar flowing from your phone's speaker as you finished unpacking your kitchen. You started working on the living room items, small knick knacks and photos being arranged carefully. 

As you cleaned, the playlist took a bit of a wild turn. Instead of the soft plucking of a guitar, the next song starts, and you’re immediately stunned by the sound of some electronic-sounding music. You walked over to your phone which — you didn’t remember leaving it unlocked — was playing a song called “Able Sisters”. From Animal Crossing. Very odd choice. It wasn’t bad though, so you pretty much just shrugged it off, going back to unpacking. 

Nothing else weird really occurred that night, and you wouldn’t even consider the music thing that weird. It just was technology being weird. You ordered food, sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching a movie while you ate. After you ate, you cleaned up after yourself and became acutely aware of how you felt far more Adult than you ever had before. You sat back down and relaxed for the first time all day. You were curled into the side of the couch, and to your surprise, you actually didn’t feel very alone. You figured by now you’d be going through your contacts, calling anyone just to feel like there was another person with you. It wasn’t long before you’d fallen asleep, and if you woke up with a blanket around you that certainly hadn’t been near you the night before, you didn’t notice. 

You finished your move-in process with little hassle. By the end of the week, you were pretty much completely moved in, save for a few boxes that you had to bring up to the attic. You began to understand why people thought the house was creepy, especially with the amount of creaks and noises you’d hear throughout the day, but given the age of the house, it didn’t bother you. 

You carried the boxes upstairs, opening the door to the attic and stacking them up in the corner. You looked around at the attic, smiling softly. There were signs that the attic was lived in, and it was actually kind of nice to see. There were a few things that had been left behind from past owners, and you walked around, taking a look at some of the items. There were a few boxes with things like old clothes, and from looking at them, it hit you that these weren’t any items that had been left behind, but rather the items left behind by the two dead boys’ family. It sent a shiver down your back, but it made you more sad than scared. You went back to one of your boxes, pulling out an old candle and a spare box of matches. There was a small table in the corner of the room, and you set the candle down, lighting it. 

Even though you didn’t think there was anyone here, you still spoke outloud, “it’s not much, but I hope it’s something.”

You went back to looking through some of their items, trying to find anything that seemed important to add to the corner table. It relieved you to see that most of the items were non-sentimental items. There were no photos or family heirlooms that had been left behind, just normal items. You did find some smaller objects that you could add to the small table, though, like a red beanie and two CDs. You walked around the small attic a bit more, smiling at an acoustic guitar you found stashed behind some of the boxes. You were shocked by the lack of dust, but it was even more shocking that the guitar was in tune. You didn’t know how to play much except for a few simple chords, so it was at least nice to know there was one up here.

The next object you found was also hidden. It was stashed in the very corner, hidden in a small crevice between paneling in the wall. It was a small compass. You held it up to the light, gently trying to clean some debris off of it. The weird thing happened when you turned the compass over, noticing a small engraving on the back. Before you could read it, though, the compass flew out of your hand, hitting the wall before rolling back into the crevice that you’d found it. 

Okay. Definitely weird. You felt your opinion of whether or not ghosts existed being swayed. 

“Okay,” you said, backing up a bit, “Sorry. I won’t touch it again.”

You spoke simply. If ghosts were real, you still did believe that they’d probably be more scared than anything, especially if someone was touching their things. And there wasn’t a problem until you’d touched the compass, so you figured that must’ve been something important. If it was something important, you didn’t want to mess with it. It wasn’t yours, point-blank. So, instead, you went back to cleaning up the attic, sorting through boxes and neatly arranging them, and adding small things you’d find to the table in the corner. By the time you finished it was nearly dinner, so you carefully put out the candle (not wanting it to be burning unsupervised) and went downstairs to make dinner.

The few days past that went by with pretty much no weirdness. You truly weren’t sure what to believe now. You almost thought yourself crazy, but it was probably just a side effect of not having left the house since you’d moved in. You had work today, though. It was your first day back, and for whatever reason, you felt nervous. You definitely seemed it too. You nearly burnt your breakfast, cursing and fretting around the kitchen, a slight shake to your hands. You chose an outfit for the day, setting it on the bed. You rushed to take a shower, leaving the bathroom humid and steamy. You got dressed and finished making yourself look presentable before making some coffee to bring with you to work. You kept fretting with your hair and fidgeting. You walked back to the bathroom, trying to double check your hair. The mirror was still fogged up, causing you to groan. 

Instead, though, you felt your brain short-circuit as you leaned back and words started slowly appearing on the foggy of the mirror. 

‘Don’t worry. You look amazing.’

A blush rose to your cheeks as you took a moment to process. 

Ghosts?

Yeah. Ghosts.

Nice one, though, at the very least. You weren’t exactly going to scream and run when the compliment did actually help relax you a bit. 

“Thank you,” you smiled softly, focusing on the matter at hand a bit more. 

“Can you write your name, if you don’t mind? I’d like to know who I’m living with.” The question felt a bit risky, especially since this was the first time you’d gotten proper confirmation that he existed. 

‘Wilbur. And the other one is Tommy.’

You nodded, “Well, thank you, Wilbur.” You thought for a moment before your phone alarm went off, letting you know you had to leave for work. You cursed, sighing, “Okay, I have to go, but I’d like to talk more when I get back. Is that possible?”

You awaited a response, and you got one after a moment. 

‘:)’

Okay. That’s good. At least you think it is. 

You nodded, pulling your bag up on your shoulder before walking to the door. You paused at the door, turning back,

“Bye, Wilbur. Bye, Tommy. I’ll be home later!” you spoke out into the empty room, hoping they were there to hear it, before rushing out the door to work. 

Work was uneventful for the most part. A few coworkers asked about your new place, asking if you’d heard any ghosts or creepy things. You decided to lie, telling them that you hadn’t experienced anything. The last thing you’d wanted was people somehow confirming the existence of ghosts and either considering you crazy or trying to make a spectacle of the boys. It was bad enough that they weren’t allowed to move on in the afterlife, you didn’t want to make things worse for them. 

You did spend quite a bit of your freetime at work looking things up about ghosts, however. Most of the stuff you found was pretty fake from the looks of it, but honestly, up until you’d moved in, you never even thought about if ghosts were real or not. You found a lot of potentially good information too, though, about pendulums and spirit boards and how to make them at home. 

When you got home, you opened the door slowly, humming as you walked in, “Hi, Tommy. Hi, Wilbur. I’m home.” There was a smile on your face. You didn’t get much of a response, not that you were really expecting one, but there was a knocking that let you know you were at least heard.

You went to your room, grabbing an old necklace. It was a simple necklace, a thin silver chain and a small guitar pendant. You also grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper. After a moment, you had an idea as well, printing out a morse code guide. You sat down in front of your coffee table, writing out a circle with ‘Yes’, ‘No’, and ‘Maybe’ written along opposite sides of the circle. You also put the morse code sheet next to you, sighing softly. Okay, communing with the dead. This is nothing. Sure. You can do this.

“So, if you’re ready, and want to communicate, can you move the pendant to yes?” You asked outloud, holding up your necklace over the circle. After a moment, the pendant started swinging to ‘yes’, and you took a slow breath.

“Okay, so for yes and no, we can use this. If you want to elaborate, you can knock with the morse code here, and I can work it out. Does that work?”

Once again, the pendant swung to yes. 

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Who am I talking to right now? Is this Wilbur? Or Tommy?”

You got no response from the pendant. Instead, you heard knocking on the table, and you started scribing the knocking.

‘-... --- - ....’

You looked down at the sheet. ‘Both’. 

You nodded, thinking for a moment, “Is it okay that I’m here?”

The pendant swung to ‘yes’, and you let out a soft breath of relief. 

“Are you guys okay? I mean, it-it’s probably scary being stuck as ghosts and such, so…”

There was a long pause before you got any response. 

‘.. / .- -- / -. --- - / ... -.-. .- .-. . -.. / .. / .- -- / .- / -... .. --. / -- .- -.’

‘I AM NOT SCARED I AM A BIG MAN’ 

Before you could even respond, there was more knocking.

‘... --- .-. .-. -.-- --..-- / - .... .- - / .-- .- ... / - --- -- -- -.-- .-.-.- / .-- . .----. .-. . / --- -.- .- -.-- / - .... --- ..- --. .... --..-- / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / -- --- ... - / .--. .- .-. - .-.-.-’

‘sorry, that was Tommy. We're okay though, for the most part.’

You chuckled softly, “That’s good to hear. Sorry, Tommy, I didn’t mean any offense.”

‘.. - .----. ... / ..-. .. -. . .-.-.- / -.. --- -. .----. - / - --- ..- -.-. .... / -- -.-- / -.-. --- -- .--. .- ... ... / .- --. .- .. -. --..-- / - .... --- ..- --. .... .-.-.-’

‘IT'S FINE. DON'T TOUCH MY COMPASS AGAIN, THOUGH.’

“Oh, of course,” you hummed, “if you want, I can set up an area in the attic for you guys to keep more private things. Two areas, actually, so you guys have your own space. Does that work?”

The pendant swung to ‘Yes’ incredibly fast, and you chuckled. 

“Alright, good to hear, then. Speaking of, is there anything you guys want me to do differently? Or maybe that you want me to stop doing?”

There was another long pause.

‘-. --- .. ... .’

‘Noise.’

“Noise?”

‘.-- . .----. .-. . / -- --- .-. . / ... . -. ... .. - .. ...- . / - --- / .-.. --- ..- -.. / -. --- .. ... . ... / -. --- .-- .-.-.-’

‘We’re more sensitive to loud noises now.’

You nodded, “Okay. When I put on the TV or music, just knock and I can turn it down. Or, if you’re able to, you can turn it down yourself. I’m not sure what I can do about my alarm, though… I need them loud to wake up.”

‘.-- . / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / .-- .- -.- . / -.-- --- ..-’

‘WE COULD WAKE YOU’

“You could?”

‘.. / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. .-.-.- / -.. --- / -. --- - / .-.. . - / - --- -- -- -.-- / .-- .- -.- . / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / .... . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... .-. . .- -.- / ... --- -- . - .... .. -. --. .-.-.-’

‘I could. Do not let Tommy wake you. He will break something.’

You giggled a bit, nodding, “Alright. Sure. I don’t have work tomorrow, so we can test it out, and if not, we can see what else we could do.”

The pendant swung to ‘Yes’, and you hummed happily. 

“Alright, if that’s everything, then I’m going to make dinner. But, if you need to get my attention, just knock three times. Or if you have a better way, you can do that too, but still. This is your home before it was mine, and I want to make it be comfortable for you both. You guys are more just like… my ghost roommates. Okay?”

The pendant swung to ‘yes’ once again before you gently set it down. 

You stood, going to the kitchen before speaking again, “Oh, and if you want to use anything that’s in the living room, feel free. I don’t mind. If it’s something in my room, just ask first.”

You turned on some music as you started cooking, keeping it low for their sake. You were in your element when you cooked, finding comfort in the motions as you thought about today. Ghosts were real. It was not something you could be indifferent to anymore. Ghosts are real, and not just that, you also lived with two of them. It was actually nice, though. You didn’t feel alone, at least. 

You hummed to yourself as you cooked, leaning up on your tiptoes to try and grab a plate from one of the top shelves. You struggled, nearly dropping the plate before it carefully was lifted, seeming to float down from the shelf. Even if you couldn’t see the ghost, you could feel how close he was to you as he gently set the plate down on the counter.

“Thank you,” you spoke softly, cheeks tinted pink. You smiled, once again feeling relieved by the fact that you weren’t alone. In a house known for being scary, you’d never felt safer. 

You finished the rest of dinner with ease, taking a plate and walking back to the living room. When you walked back in, you noticed something interesting. The seat on the far left of the couch, while still empty, had your Rubix cube floating, turning occasionally. You chuckled softly, sitting to the far right to eat your dinner. You looked back at the Rubix cube, trying to figure out which one was playing with it.

“Is there anyway for me to tell the difference between you both? Since I can’t see you?”

The Rubix cube paused in it’s movements, and for a moment, you almost wondered if you scared them off. 

After a moment, the pendant you had been using earlier lifted, and you watched as the necklace floated to presumably be placed around a neck. 

‘.-- .. .-.. -... ..- .-.’

You looked down at the paper. ‘Wilbur.’

You nodded, understanding quickly. “Hold on, I’ll get one for you, Tommy.” You set the plate down, hurrying back to your room and grabbing another old necklace. This one was simpler, a thin black chord with a small silver dog-tag on it. 

You walked back in, moving towards the Rubix cube, “Here, Tommy.” 

You felt a cold tingle on your hand as the necklace lifted, slowly being arranged around his neck as well. To you, it was just two floating necklaces. However, it gave you enough distinction that you could at least tell who was who.

You smiled, sitting back down to finish eating. You turned on a movie, though you didn’t pay too much attention. You were incredibly aware of the two ghosts sitting next to you. It was Wilbur sitting next to you and next to him was Tommy. It was almost weird how comfortable you felt with them here. Even if they’d been here the entire time, it was different now that there was actual confirmation that they were here. You didn’t know anything about ghosts. You felt completely out of your element. You knew that they could interact with the environment, since they could pick stuff up and put things on, but you didn’t know what else they could do. Could they make noises? Could they become full-blow apparitions? As little as you knew, you felt worried about asking. It took a few days just for them to actually let you know they existed. The last thing you wanted to do was scare them away in their own home.

Could they even leave if they wanted to? People only ever spoke about them being here in the place they were killed. They probably wouldn’t even want to stay here if they had a choice. It made you upset to think about, the fact that they may not have a choice in this whatsoever. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to yell or cry or hug them because of it. 

You stood up and cleaned your plate, chewing on your lip while you did. You wished you could help them. If they wanted it. That was another thing you had to consider. Maybe they were happy here. You didn’t know, honestly, and you wanted to know. For now you wouldn’t ask, though. Maybe, hopefully, when you got closer with them. 

You walked back over to the couch, sitting back where you had been before. The TV had changed to some ghost show, and it almost made you laugh. You went to grab the remote, but knocking stopped you.

‘- .... .- - / .. ... / -. --- - / .-- .... .- - / .. - / .. ... / .-.. .. -.- . --..-- / - .... . ... . / ..-. ..- -.-. -.- .. -. / .-- .-. --- -. --. ..- -. …’

‘THAT IS NOT WHAT IS IT LIKE, THESE FUCKIN WRONGUNS,’

You snorted, chuckling a bit, “Yeah. Most of these ghost hunting shows are completely made up.” You looked, noting that it was Tommy who had moved. “They fake everything, so they can keep making money, Tommy. It’s stupid. They’ve probably caused more harm than anything else.”

‘- .... .- - .----. ... / -.. ..- -- -... .-.-.- / - .... . -.-- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / .--- ..- ... - / .- ... -.- / ..-. .. .-. ... - --..-- / .- - / .-.. . .- ... - / - --- / -... . / .... --- -. . ... - / .- -... --- ..- - / .. - .-.-.-.’

‘THAT’S DUMB. THEY SHOULD JUST ASK FIRST, AT LEAST BE HONEST ABOUT IT.’

You sighed, nodding, “I agree. I mean, if there are ghosts there, they’re probably just annoying them. Or even worse, they’re probably scaring them.”

You got no response to that, deciding instead to change the channel to something more lighthearted. 

You started getting tired, and you grabbed your blanket, pulling it over your legs. You spread it out as well, letting it cover both of the boys as well. You noticed and looked curiously as you could “see” their legs through the blanket. Obviously, it was just the outline of their – bodies? Ghost form? God, it was starting to confuse you a bit. You chuckled a bit when you noticed, though, smiling softly. At least you weren’t going completely crazy. 

You leaned back a bit, leaning your legs on the coffee table as you watched the TV. You felt the cushion behind you shift slightly, a cold and tingly feeling coming across your shoulders. You looked to your right, seeing Wilbur’s necklace shift a bit. Huh. Did he- was his arm around your shoulder?

You felt yourself flush a bit, leaning into the sensation. The tingling feeling went away slowly, and you felt yourself relaxing more and more. It didn’t take much longer before you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were in your bed. You didn’t remember how you got there. What you did wake up to, though, was a gentle shaking and a chill on your arm. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were met with the sight of a floating necklace. You almost laughed out of absurdity, blinking the sleep out of your eyes. 

“Good morning to you too, Wilbur,” you chuckled, slowly sitting up. “Thanks for waking me.”

You stretched, and the only reply you got was a gentle knocking on your nightstand. There was no pattern or morse code used, just a few taps to let you know he was responding. 

You stood and got started with your morning, and you noted the soft sound of the necklace Wilbur wore as he followed you out to the living room. It was harder to spot Tommy. What wasn’t hard to spot was the girl sitting in your living room. 

“Uh… hello?” You asked, and the girl’s head whipped around to see you. 

“Oh! Sorry! Tommy let me in.” 

… What? “What? He did?”

She stood, walking over to you, outstretching her hand, “I’m Molly.”

You shook her hand, nodding, “Nice to meet you. Wait- I’m sorry- you know Tommy?”

She nodded quickly, and you noted a light blush on her face, “Yeah. I’ve been visiting this house for a long time, so I’ve known Wilbur and Tommy for a while. Tommy and I are really close.” 

You nodded slowly, “Right. Okay. I didn’t realize they had friends.”

“Tom and I are a bit closer than that,” she blushed darker, rubbing the back of her neck, “Wait, you know about them, too. And you’re staying here?” “Yeah. It’s their house, I’m just living in it,” you shrugged. “You and Tommy are… dating?”

“Essentially. Sorry about just coming in, he said you wouldn’t mind.” 

“It’s alright. I mean, bit of a scary way to wake up, to be honest, but if he trusts you, and you do this often, then I’m sure you mean no harm.”

She smiled, “I really don’t. I just liked giving them company at first, and then Tommy and I got closer, so…” the blush returned, and she leaned back into what you assumed were Tommy’s arms, now that you noticed his necklace behind her. 

“Alright. Cool. As long as you don’t break shit, I don’t mind.”

Molly nodded quickly, “of course! I usually can’t stay long anyways. I just like stopping by on my way to work or when I have a day off from classes.”

“Alright,” you nodded, walking to the kitchen, “well, if you ever want, I can clean up the spare room for you to stay in if you need it. Do you want any coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you, though.” Molly smiled, moving to sit back on the couch. Wilbur was still behind you as you started brewing coffee, and you could faintly feel his hand on your back. 

You grabbed a notepad, holding out a pen for Wilbur and whispering to him, “So, they’re dating?”

‘Yep. She’s really nice.’

You nodded, humming softly, “She seems so. Do you like her?”

‘Yeah. She’s good for Tommy. He would get pretty lonely when it was just me here and everyone else would leave due to us being here. Plus, it’s funny to watch him get flustered whenever she comes around.’

You chuckled, nodding. “Alright. I’m glad he has someone then. Are there others? Do you have anyone?”

‘There were others. We don’t know what happened to most of them since they all pretty much just stopped coming around. But if you’re asking if I’m single, darling, I’m very much available ;)’

You flushed, turning to grab your coffee, “I- I just meant if I should expect any other visitors or anything.” You took a sip as he replied.

‘Nope. Just her. And don’t get shy on me now, love. You’re too cute to hide your face from me.’

You choked on your coffee, face turning a beet red as you coughed. 

Molly ran in, looking at you with concern, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, giving her a meek thumbs up as you calmed down, “‘m fine.” You coughed a bit more, slowly taking in a breath.

Molly looked down at the notepad, grinning after a moment, “Ohh, I see. You’ve caught Wilbur’s attention, then?”

“Guess so,” you rubbed the back of your neck, a blush still resting on your cheeks.

“No wonder he seemed so happy when he talked about you.” She giggled, turning.

“Wait- talked about me? You can hear them?”

She turned back, looking a bit confused, “Uh, yeah. I’m actually shocked they haven’t spoken to you yet. Though, it took them a long while before they started talking back to me too, so I guess it makes sense.”

“So, they can speak then?”

She snorted, “Yeah. Of course they can. Do you- you don’t know much about ghosts, do you?” You shook your head slowly, “I didn’t even know if they were real before this.”

“Oh,” she hummed, “Well, as I’m sure you know now, they are very real. Tom and Wilbur and most ghosts are really cool. They’re just kind of doing their own thing. Some can be less than friendly, but don’t worry about them too much.”

You nodded as you listened, “How do you know so much about this?”

She shrugged, “I’ve been talking with ghosts since I was a kid.”

“Huh. Alright, well, you clearly know more about it than I do. Anything you can tell me, I’d be glad to hear.”

She thought for a moment, “Tommy’s favorite color is red. And Wilbur’s is teal,” she perked up, “Oh! And Tommy’s birthday is April 9th, and Wilbur’s is September 14th,” she smiled.  “It’s probably best if they tell you more about themselves, though.”

You nodded, “Right, well, thank you, though.”

She grinned, “Of course. Have fun with Wilbur,” she giggled, and it made your cheeks flush once again as she walked back out to the living room. 

You took a deep breath, leaning against the counter. Wilbur was still by you, and you watched as the pen lifted once more. 

‘Didn’t mean to make you choke. Sorry for taking your breath away ;)’

You snorted softly, “Oh, you very well meant it. But I don’t mind.”

‘Oh? Good to know then. I am glad you’re okay, though. Don’t need three ghosts in one place.’

For some reason, him wanting you to be okay made you flush more than any of his actual flirting.

A few weeks had gone by, and now, you had fallen into a comfortable routine. Wilbur was always ready to flirt, it seemed, whether it be through morse code, notes left around your house, or by using your phone to play romantic songs. It was really nice. Your week always followed a similar pace, you’d go to work on the weekdays, spend time with the boys when you got home, and Molly would come over on Saturday mornings and most of Sunday to hang out with you and Wilbur, but mostly Tommy. You learned more about her, learning that she was going to a University nearby, and that she’d moved to this town a few years back, where she quickly started visiting the boys after learning about the rumors of them in town. You learned more about Wilbur and Tommy too. Wilbur liked indie music and cats. Tommy liked songs that reminded him of being alive and video games, watching them and playing them if he could. You really enjoyed your routine, and you had grown to genuinely care about them.

The first time you hear Wilbur’s voice was an accident. It was late, about three A.M., and you couldn’t sleep. It was a weekend, thankfully, but you couldn’t stand just sitting there in the dark anymore. You got up, walking around the living room when you heard soft music playing. Curiously, you walked up towards the attic where the sound was coming from. You could make out the sounds of a guitar, and from outside the door, you could hear singing. And my god, it was beautiful. He had a soft voice, melodic but not too deep. After listening for a moment, you opened the door, searching for the sound.

While you didn’t see him, you saw the guitar perched up, so you knew it was Wilbur. You walked in slowly, as if treading on eggshells. 

“Your voice is really lovely,” you spoke softly, standing in front of the chair Wilbur was on. 

It was silent before you heard his actual speaking voice. 

“Darling, what are you doing up? It’s late.”

You took a deep breath upon hearing his voice properly for the first time. “Couldn’t sleep, and I heard music, so I got curious, I guess,” You sat down in front of him, “You’re speaking. I’m sorry if I wasn’t meant to hear you, I just…” you couldn’t really think up more of an explanation, shrugging.

“it’s alright. I was mostly just trying to spare you from hearing Tommy talk your ear off,” he chuckled, and if his singing wasn’t melodic enough, his laugh alone definitely was. 

You chuckled, smiling softly, “Well, I’ll make sure to be prepared for that in the morning.”

He chuckled once more, “Good. He’ll be wanting to say a lot now that he can.” He hummed softly, “do you want me to play for you? Since you can’t sleep?”

“That would be really nice,” you smiled, rubbing at your eyes a bit.

“Alright. Let’s go to your room then? It’s probably far more comfortable than sitting up here.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to disturb you too much or anything.”

He nodded, “I only came up here so I wouldn’t wake you. Come on,” you watched as the necklace and guitar lifted, signifying that he’d stood up. You and him walked back to your room quietly, and you laid back down once you got there. You felt the bed dip next you, and you saw the guitar shift into a playing position. He started playing, and you heard him start singing once again. His gentle sounds quickly lulled you into sleep.

And if you woke up feeling a bit colder than usual, and more specifically a cold spot where an arm would have wrapped around your waist, neither of you mentioned it. 

Tommy did talk your ear off that morning, excited to finally be able to talk to you, making comments about how “he’d wanted to talk to you weeks ago” and that “he’d only kept quiet because Wilbur said he had to.” Communication was a lot easier now that they felt comfortable speaking to you. There was a consequence to hearing them now, though. Wilbur’s flirting only got more bold. When you’d get ready for work, he’d always meet you outside your room with a smart comment about how “lucky those coworkers of yours are if they get to see you looking like that all day”. It was interesting, though, the little things you’d noticed about him. He was always more flirty during the daytime, but once it was night, he was more soft. You’d grown used to the chilled feeling that comes from his arms wrapping around you as he whispered about how glad he was that you’d stayed. 

He didn’t really sleep. Neither of them needed it, but you found that Tommy liked to, so you always kept the bed in the spare room neat for him. While Wilbur didn’t like to sleep, he was protective of you. It was a bit odd at first that he wanted to be with you when you’d slept, but you found a great deal of comfort in feeling the chill from him pressed against you while you slept. Especially on some nights like tonight. 

It wasn’t often you got nightmares anymore. They grew less frequent when Wilbur would hold you in your sleep, but he didn’t always do that every night. You didn’t know what he did when he wasn’t here with you, but you weren’t going to ask. He deserved his privacy, after all. Despite it, you did always miss the feeling of his arms around you. He wasn’t with you when you’d gone to bed. 

You woke up screaming. Within seconds, you were pressed against your headboard, head pressed in your hands while you sobbed and gasped for breath, thumb placed on your pulse point. Tommy actually arrived first, your door flinging open and his necklace swinging wildly. 

Before he had time to react, Wilbur was rushing in quickly behind him, going straight for you. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly, and the cold did a great deal to shock you out of the panic, leaving you just sobbing. You wrapped your arms around him, though it took you a second to process how he was positioned. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered softly, “you’re right here, you’re with us, it’s okay.” 

You leaned into his reassurance. Eventually, you felt more movement on the bed, and Tommy’s hand rested on your back gently as both boys helped you calm down. Your hands gripped onto the feeling of soft fabric that you couldn’t see. 

Wilbur continued to whisper reassurances and reminders that you were okay and that he wouldn’t let anything hurt you. When you stopped crying, Wilbur slowly helped you lay back down, never letting go of you for a second. He didn’t want you to think you were alone, even for a second. 

You were exhausted when he laid you down, still wrapped in his arms. Your eyes opened, and for a moment, you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest bit of a faded blue sweater through bleary, tear-stained eyes. You didn’t think about it too long, and instead you went to bed in Wilbur’s arms with Tommy next to you, falling asleep quickly from the exhaustion. 

(When you woke up, you basically had to wrestle to get out of bed between Wilbur holding you close and Tommy’s limbs strewn out over the two of you. But with a bit of wrangling, you chose to stay in bed and wouldn’t have changed it for the world.)

While your routine was good, there were still some rougher days. Work could go so well before things went wrong. Like today, when you’d fucked up an assignment and proceeded to get yelled at by your boss for about thirty minutes before hiding to cry in the bathroom. You calmed yourself down enough to at least look like you hadn’t cried, using some cold water to calm the redness down your face. You walked home slowly, opening the door, and you were quickly met with Wilbur’s voice chiming out from the living room.

“Welcome home, darling! How was work?”

You dropped your bag at the door, shrugging, “Eh. It was honestly quite shit. For now, I just want to relax a bit.”

He chuckled, “Well, I’ve got some ideas to help you relax.”

Instead of getting flustered, or having any major reaction, you just smiled flatly, sighing a bit. You could feel his concern, sighing again, “I’ll be fine, Wilbur. Just a bad day.”

You walked to your room, grabbing a notebook and a pencil case in the hopes that some drawing would calm you down. You walked back out to the living room, sitting on the couch next to Tommy, who was playing with your Rubix cube again. Wilbur walked over and stood in front of you, and you could feel his eyes on you as you set down your pencil case.

One of the more endearing habits that Tommy had was how he only liked his things near him. He always wanted his space to be the exact way he put things, and he would complain, loudly, if you moved things whatsoever. The most often way he complained? He would just smack things. Just completely push them out of his space and across the room.

And he did that now. You watched as you went to grab a pencil, and before you could, he smacked the pencil case across the room so hard it slammed against the wall before hitting the floor. 

“Tommy!” Wilbur chastised, but before he could actually get on his case, you burst out laughing.

Full, genuine laughing, your eyes closing . Your life was so bizarre already, what with the whole living with ghosts thing. And after an absolutely shitty day, one of them just smacked your entire pencil case against the wall just because it was slightly too close to him. It was bizarre and weird and absurd, but it was your life. 

You laughed until your ribs were tired. When your eyes opened again, still crinkled at the sides, you were met with a sight, to say the least.

You saw Wilbur. You saw him. He was looking back at you, face flushed and staring at you in awe. Holy shit.

“...Wilbur?”

He looked startled by the fact you made eye contact with him, and he struggled to find words. But god, he was gorgeous. Thick curly brown hair with beautiful brown eyes to match. He was tall, too, and he wore a faded blue sweater and plain black pants. 

He didn’t have a chance to respond before Tommy did, and you watched as, within seconds, he went from being completely invisible to… Tommy. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and he was wearing a white t-shirt with red sleeves, and a pair of cargo shorts. 

“Thank god, we don’t have to be invisible anymore. I was getting so tired of it, but of course Wilbur said we had to, didn’t want to risk scaring you off, as if you would be!” He barked out a laugh, and you chuckled as well, blinking a bit.

“I’m sorry, what? You- I can see you? And you can control that sort of stuff?”

Tommy snorted, “Of course you can see us. That’s kinda how ghosts work, innit?”

You gave them a closer look, noting that, although you could see them, they were still slightly translucent. “How the hell should I know how ghosts work? I’m not the ghost here!” 

You laughed, and Wilbur seemed to finally gain some sense of vocal ability, “We can control it, but our natural state is like this. Well, kind of. There’s a more… accurate form, but we don’t really show that to anyone. We’ve found that it usually scares people out, so we tend to wait.”

You nodded, “What is the more accurate form?”

Wilbur leaned forward, ruffling your hair, “Don’t worry about it.”

You pouted a bit but nodded regardless, “Okay. Well, as weird as it is, it’s also… really cool. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to see you guys.” You took Wilbur’s hand, inspecting it carefully. Other than the slight translucent nature of them, they just looked normal. A bit paler than they probably would have been alive, but still just completely normal. 

You let go of his hand, looking up at him, “Sorry, it’s just interesting.” Wilbur chuckled, and it was so different to actually see him laugh rather than just hearing it, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize, darling.”

You flushed lightly, and Wilbur took immediate notice, leaning in close to your face. 

“Are you going shy on me, darling?” His hand gently cupped your chin, “Do you just find me that attractive?” Your cheeks flamed up, and as you stuttered out a response, Tommy groaned, smacking Wilbur’s shoulder.

“Take your flirting shit out of here, dickhead.”

Wilbur scoffed, sitting next to you instead, “Hey, I put up with your shit attempts at flirting with Molly for months, I’m allowed to have my fun.”

“I am not shit at flirting! And even if I was, you’re the one who taught me, so that would mean you’re also shit!” Tommy exclaimed, putting the Rubix cube down. 

“You never listened to my instructions!”

“Because they were stupid”

You rolled your eyes as they continued to bicker, standing and walking towards your room. You waved a hand nonchalantly, “I’m going to take a bath. You guys just keep… doing whatever is it you do.” “Want my help in there, darling?” You flushed, flipping him off behind your back, “Unless you’re bringing me wine and leaving right after, I do not need your help.” 

You walked into the bathroom and got a warm bubble bath ready quickly, getting into the water and relaxing as the heat soothed your sore muscles. You played music from your phone softly, closing your eyes and letting the water alleviate your troubles from the day.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. You fixed the curtain to maintain your modesty, before humming out a soft, “Come in.”

Wilbur opened the door with a smug grin, a glass of wine in his hand. 

You laughed, “Jesus, I didn’t even think we had wine in the house.” “We do, it was just too high for you to reach.” He chuckled, walking over to hand you the glass. 

“Oh? And who put it up there then?” You took the glass, taking a sip.

“Hm, I wonder.” He chuckled, crouching down to be eye-level with you, “You feeling any better?”

You nodded softly, smiling, “Yeah. Just had a rough day, I guess.”

He sat down, nodding, “I figured. It took you longer to get home than usual, and you just seemed a bit down. I’m glad Tommy was able to make you laugh, even if the whole reveal thing wasn’t planned.”

You hummed, “It definitely was a shock. I do like being able to see you, even if I’m still just processing it. It’s easier to tell where you are.”

“Oh, I bet,” he laughed, “But sneaking up on you is half the fun.”

“For you,” you rolled your eyes, “I quite like being able to see my housemates. I’m almost offended, actually, that you hid such a pretty face from me for so long.”

It was an incredibly satisfying feeling to actually watch him get flustered, his cheeks turning pink while he looked away. 

He composed himself, clearing his throat, “Didn’t want to scare such a pretty person away is all. Especially such a kind one.”

You flushed, taking another sip of wine. “Well, I can definitely say I’m not scared.”

He smiled (a beautiful sight to see), reaching a hand up to gently play with your hair, “Good. For a moment there I thought you’d just bolt when you saw me.”

“Honestly,” you chuckled, leaning into his touch, “You guys having a form I can see is the least weird thing I’ve dealt with since I’ve moved in.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I guess that’s true. We’ve just… grown to be a bit wary of showing ourselves to people. Molly was the most recent one, actually, and that was because she snuck in without us noticing. The first time someone moved in, we didn’t think to hide ourselves, and that’s what led to all the rumors and everything.”

You nodded, “Shitty exploitative people or people running for the hills?”

“We’ve had both,” he sighed.

“How do you guys know about all the rumors and stuff though? Did Molly tell you?”

He shook his head, “We can’t leave the house most days, but there are a few exceptions. We can leave on Halloween, and the anniversary of our deaths. Or if we possess someone.”

“Wha- okay, you can not just say that like it’s a casual thing. You can possess people?”

He chuckled, looking coy, “Yeah. We don’t do it often, only if we really need to or if we’re given permission.”

You nodded, “That’s respectful, I guess. When would you need to?”

He shrugged, “We’ve done it to protect people. There was a kid living in here with the last family, and he nearly drowned, so I had to possess his father to save him. The only problem is that, usually when we do it, people move out right after. But if we can stop another person from dying here, we’ll jump at the opportunity.”

“That makes sense,” you hummed softly, “Must feel weird to get possessed.”

He hummed, “I’ve heard it is. Tommy’s possessed Molly before so they could go on like pseudo-dates. She said you’re still aware of everything, you just can’t move your body yourself. She and Tommy were able to talk in her head, though so it’s not as scary as you’d think, as long as you know it’s happening. There are some side effects for a short while afterwards though.”

“Like?”

“She said that she felt freezing cold for a while after. She had a few bruises as well, but that could’ve easily just been from Tommy remembering how to manuver an actual body. That’s another thing, if you do it for too long, you kind of forget how to move your own body, so she had to sit to keep herself from falling.”

You nodded, humming, “that’s not too bad.”

“Well, yeah. That’s with permission, though. Most of the people we’ve possessed without permission haven’t exactly stuck around long enough for us to ask how they feel afterwards.”

You leaned your head on the edge of the tub, going silent as you thought. “We could do that one day, if you want.”

“What?” He stopped his hand, eyebrows pinching together. 

“Yeah, like Molly and Tommy do. That way you can go outside a bit more and do stuff that you can’t do anymore.” 

He grinned softly, “Is this your way of asking me on a date?”

You groaned, and he immediately laughed at your reaction. “I’m trying to be nice, dumbass.”

“I know, I know. But man it is so much more fun to flirt with you when you can actually see me. You get flustered so much easier.” “Maybe I’m not used to seeing cute boys flirt with me.”

He frowned slightly, and it quickly dissolved into a grin, “Well, you’ll get used to it soon enough because I definitely don’t plan on stopping. Unless it makes you uncomfortable.”

You smiled gently, “It doesn’t. I would’ve asked you to stop a long time ago if it actually made me uncomfortable.”

“Good. Because I am going to be so much worse about it now that I can flirt physically with you.”

“Oh, god.”

“I’ll make it good for you. Don’t stress.”

You chuckled, taking another sip, “I’m not stressed, more concerned about how I’ll ever be able to deal with a cute guy flirting with me all the time.”

“Well, I’ll take good care of you, obviously.”

You smiled, biting your lip softly, “Thanks, Wilbur.” 

He smiled, running his hand through your hair once more. “Of course, darling. What do you want for dinner? I can start making it while you finish up here.”

You sighed softly, “I have no clue honestly.”

“So surprise you?”

You grinned softly, “Yeah. Just please don’t burn down the house. I like living here with you guys.”

“Alright, so don’t let Tommy into the kitchen, got it.”

You laughed, and he gave you that look again, the same one he was giving you when you saw his face for the first time. 

“I guess so.” You hummed softly. 

“Alright, well, I’ll go get started,” He stood, and he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently before walking out. 

It took your brain a moment to catch up before you felt yourself blushing deeply once more. It was a new but definitely welcome sensation, the feeling of his lips on your forehead left a gentle chill. You bit down a smile, but even if you really tried, you wouldn’t have been able to hide the gentle grin. You took a final sip of your wine, setting the glass down and letting yourself sink into the water.

You got out of the bath and got dressed, taking your glass and walking out into the living room. You weren’t quite used to just being able to see them, almost feeling startled as you saw Tommy sitting on the couch playing on your old DS, and seeing Wilbur standing in the kitchen. 

You shook it off, walking to the kitchen and looking for the wine.

Wilbur looked over at you, smiling softly, “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “How’s dinner coming along?”

“Good,” he smiled, walking over and wrapping his lanky arms around you while you poured yourself some more wine. You leaned into his grasp, smiling softly. 

“Yeah? House hasn’t burnt down, so that says something at least.”

He chuckled, wrapping you up tighter in his arms, “I still remember mostly what I’m doing. I used to cook for Tommy when our parents were working.”

“You haven’t spoken much about your parents.” You noted quietly. 

He sighed, leaning his head on you, “No. I haven’t. I try not to think about them too much.”

You nodded softly and didn’t ask further. Instead, you relaxed in his arms and drank your wine. He swayed a bit, and you chuckled, closing your eyes. 

“It’s still weird being able to see you.”

“Yeah? Like what you see.”

You chuckled, flushing, “Maybe. Is there a problem if I do?”

“The opposite, actually, darling. I think it’s absolutely lovely. But not as lovely as you.”

“Wilbur?”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Something is very much burning on the stove.”

He quickly pulled away, rushing to the pot on the stove and taking it off the heat. 

“Oops,” he grinned at you sheepishly, “Sorry, love. You’re just so distracting.”

You flushed and rolled your eyes, “Maybe I shouldn’t have trusted you in the kitchen either.”

He scoffed, “I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. This was simply a method of cooking, I’m enfusing the food with smoky flavor.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit, “You’re such a dork.”

When you looked back at him, he was giving you the biggest grin. He turned, grinning down at the counter as he worked on plating the food for you. He handed you the plate, gently kissing your head.

“I kept the burnt parts out of it.”

You blushed, smiling, “Thank you, Wilbur.”

“Of course, darling.” 

You started eating, and he watched you as you did, waiting for your reaction.

“Holy shit, Wilbur, this is fantastic.”

He threw his arms up, cheering, “Yes! Oh, I’m so glad you like it. It’s been a long time since I cooked.”

“It’s amazing, seriously, thank you.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you again, “It’s actually our mom’s recipe. She was the best cook, taught me everything I know.”

“Well, she taught you well.” You ate more, and Wilbur was absolutely beaming behind you.

The rest of the night was quite calm, just sitting with Tommy and Wilbur, watching videos and stuff. You got tired quite quickly, so the three of you retired to bed, Wilbur following you. You both got comfortable quickly, your head resting on his chest. His hand gently trailed up and down your back, and the sensation used to make you shiver, but now it just felt comforting. In the silence, you began thinking. 

“Wilbur?” You spoke softly.

“Hm?”

“You’re very touchy,” you stated plainly.

He chuckled, “That’s true.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, “I like the feeling. Reminds me of being alive, I guess.”

“How so?” You asked quietly.

“Well,” he took one hand, gently placing it on your cheek, “it warms me slightly, same way it cools you. So it becomes grounding, after a while. Especially when I start to comprehend the reality of the fact that I am a ghost, I can’t leave, and I don’t know if I’ll be like this forever or if one day I’ll just suddenly stop existing. It’s scary sometimes to think about the fact that, at one point, I was living, and I got killed, and now I am undead, and I don’t know why. I don’t know if one day, just by saying something, I’ll fade. You weren’t wrong when you said ghosts are probably scared of their own situation because we are. There’s no rulebook to being a ghost, and I remember, the first few years, I was just so aware of my own… mortality, if you can even call it that. And it was terrifying. Tommy and I mostly stayed in the attic at all times because we didn’t know if we’d fully move on just by walking out the door. So, when I touch you, it helps pull me out of that fear. Because I remember that being alive was just as terrifying because there is no rulebook to living either. And it’s grounding. If I could do it once before, I can do it again. You remind me of being alive. Because you’re the first person to look at me, even when you couldn’t see me, and have empathy before anything else. So touching you and being around you, it makes me feel something other than the usual dread and sadness, and I will cling to that as much as I can while I still have time with you.”

You leaned into his touch, shifting a bit to wrap an arm around him. You didn’t really have a response. It was the most vulnerable he’d ever been. 

You cuddled your head further into his chest, nodding softly, “If you ever need it, you know, i’m here for you. I don’t know much about ghosts or living, and I’d never given the things much thought before moving in here. But anything that can help you, I’m willing to help you with. Even if it means having you attached at my hip all day. You know better than anyone just how fragile life is. I could die tomorrow. So, we need to make the most out of what we have, I guess.”

He smiled, kissing the top of your head gently, “That’s all we can do. It’s what made life worth living, and it’s what makes being stuck like this worth it too. Just appreciating every moment, even if all we have is your living and my ghostly-ness.” He chuckled softly, and you did too.

You gently moved his hand from your cheek, solely so you could hold it. “Goodnight, Wilbur.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

You and Wilbur got closer seamlessly. You don’t know what made it so easy to talk with him or just be around him. Overtime, his flirting got bolder, but so did yours. You’d be lying to yourself if you were to say that you weren’t attracted to him. You absolutely were. You were just conflicted.

You didn’t know how human-ghost relationships worked. You knew they happened, obviously, Molly and Tommy were clear proof of it. But you didn’t really know how they worked. One person was dead, firstly, but there was also the concept that their spirit had a high chance of outliving you. You would grow older, but Wilbur would always be twenty-six. Unless you died, of course, but that would be a pretty major commitment to make, and it honestly made your head hurt to think about. Plus, that’s if Wilbur even would be okay with that which, based on the way he spoke about being dead, he wouldn’t be. The morals and mortality honestly gave you a headache. So you talked to the only other person who would possibly understand.

When Molly walked in that morning, you were quick to stop her from walking up to where Tommy would be.

“Molly! Can I talk to you for a moment?” “Uh, yeah, sure.”

You carefully pulled her into the backyard, sitting down on the concrete porch.

“I… have a few questions.” You spoke softly in case of any peeping ears.

“Oh?” She sat down next to you, “What about?”

You sighed, “You and Tommy’s relationship. How does it work?”

She chuckled, “What do you mean?”

“I just… I’ve been thinking a lot about like how a ghost-human relationship could work, and I just feel overwhelmed. I like Wilbur,” you admitted softly, blush rising to your cheeks, “But I keep thinking about how a relationship between me and him would work since it’s… unconventional.”

“Well, I’ve found your problem already,” she gave you a kind smile, “You think too much. With Tommy, we don’t think about it. We’re both aware of how weird it is, and how it probably won’t last forever, but we don’t mind. I mean, he and I have been dating for months, and I’ve never been able to tell anyone for obvious reasons. We just honestly don’t think about it. And maybe that’s not healthy, but it’s what’s right and what works for us right now. So that’s all that matters.”

You nodded, resting your head on your knee, “It doesn’t bother you? That you don’t know?”

“Honestly? No,” she shrugged, “It’s something about living in the moment, you know. Sometimes I think about it, but I know that there’s really nothing Tom and I can do anything about it. So, I just don’t think about it since I can’t find a solution.”

You nodded again, “Thanks, Molly.” She patted your shoulder, “Listen, if you want my advice, I say do it. Wilbur is absolutely head over heels for you. And even if he is blind to it, I can tell you are the same way about him. So, don’t think about it much, just do it. If it makes you both happy, then it’s worth it.”

You flushed, nodding, “I just have to figure out how. Thank you, Molly.”

“I have work off today, so I was probably going to let Tommy possess me so we can go for a walk, if you want some privacy,” she winked, standing and heading inside.

You sat there with nothing but the deep blush on your cheeks and the things she had told you. 

You were thankful for the later privacy, though, solely because you didn’t want Tommy there when you confessed. It was nerve-wracking enough without Tommy there to potentially make fun of you. 

After dinner, you and WIlbur were sitting on the couch like normal, but you couldn’t focus, too in your head about how to word everything perfectly and oh god, what if he says no. 

“Darling, are you okay?” Wilbur asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You nodded, biting your lip. You turned, facing him now, and gently taking his hand, “I want to… talk about something.”

“Oh?” he turned, holding your hand tightly, “What’s up?”

Fuck, you really should’ve practiced this before hand. “It’s just…” here goes nothing, “I like you, Wilbur. I’ve known for a bit now, I just didn’t really know what to say or if it would be good to even bring it up until I talked to Molly today, but, yeah. I like you. And, if you’ll take me, I’d- I’d like to be your partner.”

For the first time in your little speech, you looked up to him. And he, god, he looked ecstatic. He had a soft smile on his face, but you could see in his eyes just how overjoyed he was. 

“Darling, nothing would make me happier. I’d be a fool to not take you,” he squeezed your hand gently, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, and he brought a hand up, slowly guiding your lips together. The kiss was enchanting, and the sensation – a mix of cool and tingling – it reminded you of peppermint chapstick. You held onto his shoulder gently, kissing him back and putting just as much love into it as it gave you. 

You both pulled away quickly, solely due to the sound of the door opening. Both of your heads whipped towards the sound, watching as Molly-Tommy walked in, and after a moment, you watched Tommy’s spirit separate, and he carefully held onto Molly, so she wouldn’t fall. Once he looked over, both of you red-faced and looking like you were clearly caught, he raised his free arm up, cheering, “Holy shit! Wilbur finally got bitches!”

Your relationship with Wilbur was surprisingly easy. Not much actually changed between the two of you, aside from kissing and making out more. He slept in your bed more often, though he still had those nights when he would disappear to the attic. He also tended to be more generally affectionate rather than flirty, now that he knew it was okay to kiss you when he felt like it.

There was something not-house related that popped up recently though. You didn’t notice it for the first few days, but by the fourth day it was glaringly obvious. Every day that you would leave your house for work, you noticed a man, around mid-fourties, sitting on a bench across the street. He would follow your path to work, but he would never interact. It made you feel uneasy, though. You told a few of your coworkers, and they all agreed that it was weird, but you refrained from telling Wilbur and Tommy. You didn’t want any problems, you just mostly wanted to figure out why this guy kept watching you.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long to find out. On the second week of this occurring, he actually came up to you, holding a single flower out towards you.

When he spoke, it sounded as though he hadn’t spoken properly in about two years, and it sent a shiver down your spine, but none of his words were mean or harmful. 

“Hello. I’m sorry to bother you,” he handed you the flower, a red chrysanthemum, before continuing, “it’s just, well, I used to be friends with the boys who lived in that house. Not a lot of people move in there, so when I heard you did, I got a bit curious.”

You accepted the flower, somewhat shocked by the plainness of his statement, “Oh. I understand the curiosity, the house has quite a reputation. It’s a lovely place, though.”

He nodded, “I loved being in there. I’ve heard the reputation it has as well, but I wanted to ask, as the current owner, do you believe in any of it? I’m not quite sure I believe in these ghost stories.”

You chuckled softly. You had gotten used to lying about your ghostly boyfriend and roommates, “No, I don’t believe in any of it. However, if it keeps my payments low, I don’t mind.”

That brought a laugh out of him, and it eased your nerves a bit. “I get that. Sorry if I weirded you out at all, It’s just- not exactly easy to come up to people and ask if they believe in ghosts.”

“People do it all the time now, actually,” you hummed. It wasn’t uncommon, these days, for anyone who knew you lived there to ask those types of questions. “But you said you were friends with the boys?”

He nodded, “Yes. We were good friends for a long time. It was tragic what happened to them, but I am glad to hear that you haven’t had any problems. I always worried that their souls may not have been able to move on.”

You gave a soft smile, “Yeah, I worried the same when I moved in. I imagine it’d be quite scary to exist like that. But, no issues, really.”

“That’s good, then. The boys were so kind, too. William and Thomas, their names were.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, as if you didn’t know.

For the next week, every day, that man would walk with you to work, telling stories about the boys, and every day, he would bring you a red chrysanthemum. It was nice to hear about the boys when they were alive, even if it was a bit chilling to think about how they lived before knowing what would become of them.

One day, the man brought a whole bouquet of the red chrysanthemums, and you accepted them with a soft smile. As he told stories, he spoke in a bit of a far-away tone.

“I’ve always wanted to go back in, actually. To see where we all used to goof off. I think it would be a nice way to get closure, after all that’s happened. The guy who killed them, he was smart, really smart, but he never got caught, so their story never got closure. I never got closure. I’m not sure, I’ve just always thought that, just walking around and seeing their rooms, it would help.”

That brought a thought to your brain. This guy used to be their friend, and Wilbur said that they always wondered what happened to all the people who they never saw anymore. It would be a really nice surprise for them!

“Well, if you’d like, once I get off of work, I can let you in, let you walk around a bit?”

He grinned, “Really? Oh, that would be lovely. You get home around six usually, yes?”

You nodded softly, “Yeah.”

“Perfect! Oh, thank you so much, it would truly be the best thing to be able to see in there again. You don’t know how much you’ve truly done for me.”

When you got home, he was waiting at your front porch. You smiled softly at him, waving as you went to unlock the door. You opened the door slowly, to give the boys time to go invisible when they realized there was someone in the house.

“You can just take a seat on the couch, alright? I’m going to put my stuff away and then I’ll walk the place with you.”

He nodded, taking a seat and looking around. You walked to your room to put your bag away, but the moment you closed the door, you were met with the two ghosts, startling you backwards.

“Jesus, you guys scared me,” you whispered.

“What the fuck is going on right now?” Tommy whispered harshly.

Wilbur just looked angry, the silent type of angry that honestly put fear in you as well.

“What are you talking about? Him?”

“Of fucking course, we’re talking about him! Why is he here?” It was weird to hear Tommy sounding so quiet and panicked.

“He said he used to be your friend. I wanted to surprise you guys,” you smiled a bit, not yet understanding why they both looked so upset and fearful and angry.

“That dickhead was not our friend.” “What? Tommy, what are you on about?”

“Love, that’s the man who murdered us.” Wilbur spoke for the first time, anger clear in his voice.

You felt a chill go down your spine, straightening, “What?”

“The bastard pretended to be our friend, talking to us, bringing us shit like gifts and flowers,” you felt your entire body go cold as Tommy continued, “All so he could fucking murder us.”

“He’s been giving me flowers every day.” You noted simply, and the two of them both lost all the fear in their expressions, now just looking purely angry and protective. They shared a look before looking back at you. Wilbur placed a hand on your shoulder, gently despite the ferocity in his expression.

“Go back out there before he gets suspicious, but if he wants to go to the attic, do not walk in first, let him go first. You hear me?”

You nodded quickly, and Wilbur pulled you forward, kissing you passionately, “I won’t let him fucking touch you,” he growled out softly.

You kissed him back, slowly pulling out from Wilbur’s grasp and heading back out into the living room, a bit more stiff than before.

“You ready to look around?” You asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. He nodded, standing up. You and him walked upstairs to the boys’s rooms, and the entire time you could feel Wilbur and Tommy’s presence behind you.

You went to both of the boy’s old rooms, and he seemed completely normal, talking about all the times he’d seen the boys in here. After Wilbur’s room, he spoke up properly.

“Can we see the attic? The boys and I used to hang out there at night.”

You gulped softly and nodded, “Do you remember where it is?”

He smiled and nodded, “of course! I remember sneaking up there with them all the time.”

“Alright, lead the way then.” You gestured for him to lead the way, but he shook his head.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t, it’s your house after all.”

“No, really, I insist.”

He tilted his head, smiling, and this time it brought you waves of unease, “Is there something wrong?”

Fuck. There were two ways this could go. You could say yes, and he could just kill you right here. Or you could say no and deal with Wilbur’s anger later. 

You’d rather deal with Wilbur’s anger later.

“...No. Nothing’s wrong, um, follow me, I guess.” You started walking upstairs to the attic, and you practically hear Wilbur’s curses in your ear. 

You opened the door and walked in, and the man walked in behind you. Before either of you had a chance to react, the door slammed shut and locked, and you were pulled into the chair on the otherside of the room.

You watched Wilbur reappear, standing over you protectively. Tommy reappeared after, standing by the door. The man looked around wildly at the two of the them, stuttering.

“You- you said they weren’t real!” He looked at you angrily, and he started advancing towards you. 

Wilbur grabbed your hands, placing them on top of your eyes. “Do not open your eyes.” He ordered, and all you could do was hear for a few minutes as the sound of strange whispers filled the room. There was light coming from the center of the room that you could vaguely make out from behind your hands, and soon, there was the sound of the man screaming. The room felt heavy, as if every negative emotion you’d ever known was flowing into your body all at once.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help your curiosity as you peered between two fingers.

Tommy and Wilbur stood over the man as he sank into what appeared to be a portal into the floor. That wasn’t what really caught your attention, though. 

What caught your attention was Tommy and Wilbur’s appearances. This must’ve been the true form they mentioned, you realized. They looked nearly decrepit, Tommy’s stomach covered in blood, and his neck showing a long open wound. Wilbur wasn’t much better, a clear stab wound going straight through his chest. If you looked hard enough, you could see through it. His face had a long scratch going down the side, hitting through his eye. There was another stab wound on him, a clear chunk taken out of his arm. Both of their eyes were glowing, Wilbur’s a haunting cold blue, and Tommy’s a deep red. 

You gasped softly and quickly covered your eyes in full again.  No wonder they didn’t want you to see it. It was entirely haunting to see.

A few minutes later, Wilbur walked over and pulled your hands off of your eyes. The light, the portal, and the man were all gone. You had started crying at some point after seeing them like that, and Wilbur quickly pulled you into his arms. 

“It’s okay, he’s gone.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back soothingly. You sobbed against him, gently moving a hand to the center of his chest to make sure the wound wasn’t there anymore even if you’d already seen him looking normal.

He seemed to realize what you were doing pretty quickly, but he never let go of you or seemed upset in the slightest, “You saw, didn’t you?”

You nodded, another wave of sobs wracking your body.

He sighed softly, just holding you closer, “I’m sorry, darling. I never wanted you to see that. I’m so so sorry,” he whispered.

You didn’t respond, just sobbing against him and clinging onto him desperately. 

He helped you calm down, and after you got past the tears from processing their true forms, you had to come to terms with the stark reality that you would have absolutely been killed, the same way the boys had, if they weren’t there for you.

The house was mostly quiet the rest of the night, though Wilbur and Tommy were both clearly filled with a sense of relief. 

You asked Wilbur about it later as you rested on his chest in bed. “Are you and Tommy happy he’s gone?”

He hummed, looking down at you, “He’s not gone, per se. Just in his own personal hell. It felt good, but, if you’re wondering why we’re both relieved, that’s not why.”

He got better at reading you as you two grew closer, and this was clear evidence of it, “Then why?”

“We didn’t know if that would be it for us,” he sighed softly, “There’s always been this idea that ghosts stick around due to unfinished business. We don’t know if that’s true or not, but we always assumed, if it was, it was because he was still here. So, there was a chance that when we got rid of him, we both would’ve just ceased to exist, or moved on to the afterlife, whatever. We’re relieved that didn’t happen. Neither of us could stand leaving you and Molly like that, with no clue what happened to us.”

You nodded softly, “But, wouldn’t it have been nice? To move on?” 

“No,” he almost laughed, “Not without you.”

You held onto him tighter, nodding softly. “He would’ve killed me, if you two weren’t here.” You whispered.

He nodded, but he didn’t speak. 

“If we let him, maybe I would’ve been here with you guys forever, like you are now.”

He looked at you, horrified, “Darling, don’t start with that. There’s absolutely no way we could’ve been certain of that, and I don’t want this for you. I want you to live a full life, and I don’t even want to know what would’ve happened if he killed you and your spirit didn’t stay. It would’ve been devastating for both of us, Tommy too. So, please, don’t start with that. I’m glad you are alive.”

You nodded softly, and his arms tightened around you, “I owe you both my life regardless.” He chuckled lightly, leaning down and kissing you gently, “Darling, the only thing you owe us is your happiness. All I want is for you to be happy. Nothing else matters to me anymore.”

You smiled, kissing him back lovingly. 

“I love you, Wilbur.”

He smiled, eyes glowing the same blue, but lighter this time, as you exchanged your first ‘I love you’s. “I love you too, darling.”

[storiesofleftoverghosts]

dating the batboys... and their Taylor Swift songs | (1.5/2)

pairings: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

warnings: angst, mention of death, arguing

requested?: kind of! @igotanidea asked to be tagged for a part for Jason so here you go!

a/n: THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART!! it truly means a lot to me! I’m also sorry it took SO long, I’ve been testing. I decided to split this into parts just so I could get something out for y’all. It also is a bit longer than others so I hope y’all like it!

its so hard only choosing two songs but if I didn’t this post would be going on foreverrrrr.

Jason Todd

i'd like to establish this by saying Jason Todd is NOT the angry Robin

but like with all of the boys, he is traumatized

like extremely traumatized

if he was to get with you, he'd have to know you for a long time

even then it's iffy

he has a lot of trust issues

and abandonment issues

issues in general

if he knew you before his death, I feel like you’d have a higher chance of him trusting you

(the angst potential here…)

but don't get me wrong

he’s the type who once he loves someone, he loves them with every ounce of fiber he has in his body

I’d like to think of him as a secret hopeless romantic

just has a hard time showing it

he would be the type of boyfriend to tease you about you wanting something badly and then go behind your back and buy it for you

this man would die (again) for you

you ask him to jump and he’ll say how high

in the beginning he would be anxious about doing mundane things with you (not that he would ever admit)

but once he gets used to it, it’s his favorite thing

do not fold laundry with this man because he’ll definitely make into a war and start throwing clothes at you

favorite pass time would be to cook with you

YES I HEADCANON HES A GOOD COOK SHUT UP

being lazy on the couch together, reading books and enjoying each others presence

as much as Jason loves touch, I feel like he would love spending quality time with you more

especially given his busy life style with being Red Hood

would keep you away from that life

he’s like Bruce in that aspect and will not risk getting you involved

especially because being Red Hood is more dangerous and he has a LOOOT of enemies

encouraging him to open up about his emotions

he’s better than Bruce about talking about his feelings, but he still has issues with it

comforting him through nightmares

also comforting him through panic attacks and whatnot

understanding his complicated relationship with his family and trying not push him about it

still developing some what of a relationship with his brothers

if you knew him before his death, definitely having that fear of losing him again

you never recovered from the loss of him and even to this day, it haunts you

having arguments about it because Jason insists he’s careful and you won’t lose him

having arguments in general because he struggles with trusting people and is paranoid

those arguments do not last long because as much as he is stubborn

he doesn’t want to lose you

longest it will last is a couple of days

staying up late waiting for him to get home

LATE NIGHT CUDDLES

I would also like to argue that Jason lives for playful wrestling

he loves making you smile as it’s his favorite feature on you

late night motorcycle rides

he is such a mother hen when it comes to you

“did you eat today? have you had any water? what time did you go to bed?” “okay mom,”

teaching you how to use specific weapons and self defense because duh, it’s Gotham (part two)

at the end of the day, Jason Todd is a traumatized man trying to love you the best he can.

Me being me, I’m going to have to say Afterglow (from Lover) would be my number one choice for Jason. It actually inspired me to even start this! I think Treacherous (from Red (Taylor’s Version)) would be so Jason too.

Bonus: Sparks Fly (from Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)) is also a very Jason Todd song. No I will not elaborate.

“Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart”

It didn’t take a genius to realize Jason Todd had messed up. He knew it as soon as the words that had tasted like poison left his mouth. All of the melting hot rage he had felt reached it’s boiling point, and it finally blew up.

“What do you know, you don’t even have a family!”

It seemed to echo throughout your shared apartment. The deafening silence that slowly poured in after made him feel incredibly nauseous. Your face slowly contorted from one of shock to one of a statue. Stoic and cold. The only sound to be heard was the incessant rain pounding against the windows.

You had slowly made your way over to the couch. For fifteen minutes you sat on the soft leather couch. Fifteen fucking agonizing minutes of nothing but Jason trying to somehow make it right. He apologized many times. He tried comforting you. But you just sat there, eyes closed and ignoring everything he had done. His side of the couch seemed to grow heavier and heavier with every attempt.

It made him feel like a child again. When his mother would get upset with him, she would give him the silent treatment. It would go on for days on end, and he would beg and apologize for forgiveness.

He never told you that though.

What you guys were arguing about seemed so small now. Jason was always one to blow things out of proportion. At one point in time, it had been about you going out with Dick and Tim for the third day in a row. He was a bit envious of your relationship with the aforementioned. He just didn’t know if it was Dick and Tim he was jealous of or you.

Instead of trying to talk to you about staying home and spending time with him or hell, even inviting him out with you, he took out his irritation you. It had been a long day, and this had been the cherry on top. He made a snarky comment to try and start a fight. Unfortunately, you were one to try to talk it out. It only added fuel to the fire. It escalated to the current situation. He hadn’t meant for it to end up like this.

Why’d he have to break what he loved so much?

Finally, you made a noise. You took a deep breath in and bore into his eyes. Tears were threatening to spill from them any second. It felt he had been burned, and he had no one to blame but himself.

“Before you say anything, I am incredibly sorry. It was all just me in my head. I should have never said those things, and I don’t want to lose you over this. Please, please, please let me make it up to you.” He has never sounded so desperate before. But then again, he’s never cut you this deep. Your eyes had travelled down away from him. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow.

“Jason. You’re not going to lose me over this. You’re still all I want,” The tears had started to roll down your cheeks by now. Seeing you cry made his heart crush, and he couldn’t stop himself from scooting closer to you.

“But what you said had really hurt my feelings. And if you ever say something like that to me again, I’m going to leave and take some time for myself.” You warned through the tears. Seeing your lip quiver as you spoke was enough for him to engulf you in his arms.

“I promise if I ever say that again, you could smack me as hard as you can. I deserve it.” You let out a tearful laugh and shook your head. However, he was being dead serious. You buried yourself in his embrace.

“I forgive you this time. Just next time communicate with me. We’re partners. It’s me and you against the problem.” Hearing how sincere you were made his heart swell. It made him feel even more guilty for starting the argument with you. But if you could forgive him, then maybe he can forgive himself too.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for everything. I just…” He paused. It was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, but he trusted you. You were his whole world after all. “I just wanted to spend time with you alone. I had a hard today today, and you always manage to make me feel better.” He murmured. His cheeks were a soft pink color. No matter how long you guys had been together for, it was awkward for him to tell you about how he felt.

You pulled away from the embrace to look him in the eyes. A small smile was on your face and your cheeks were tear stained. Your eyes had never had more of a soft look in them as one of your hands cupped the side of his face. Your thumb had slowly grazing his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say so? I don’t mind canceling my plans for you.” The smile on your lips grew, and you leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. The rain had seemed to turn into a soft sprinkle. You got up from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. His eyes followed you, clearly confused on what you were doing.

“Come on, let’s just cook and watch something.” You called. A bright smile spread across his face as he followed your voice. It was simple idea but it meant the world that you had decided to forgive him. He wouldn’t say that arguing with you will never happen again, but he knew that no matter how frustrating the situation was, he’d never utter an insult to you again.

He loved you too much, after all.

[rinney4ever]

!TW for attempted su1c1d3!

Finney is the kindest most loving person the ghost boys have met.(in this AU they survived

Griffin is the youngest of them all. He's ten years old. He gets constant nightmares. Finney invites him and the ghost boys to sleep over and he clings onto Finn. Finney never minds it and he's actually glad that Griffin is comfortable around him. He would always be there when Griffin gets a nightmare. He would read him a story. He would make him chicken nuggets in the middle of the night. He would buy him sweets.

Vance would only say that he's kinda cool but he knows himself that Finney's more than that. The best memory Vance has of Finney is when he woke up in cold sweat. He had the worst nightmare in his life. He was breathing harshly and sat on the edge of his bed. He got up and walked over to the phone he has on his table. Vance didnt even check who he was calling or the number he was punching in he just cared that the person answered. "Hello?" Finney's tired and hoarse voice said and Vance just let out a sniffle. He didn't even know he was crying. "Who is this?" Finney asked again but his voice more clear this time. "Can you come over?" Vance asked and Finney was silent for a moment. All Vance heard was keys shuffling and Finney saying yes quickly before hanging up. Vance waited on the couch until the sound of knocking filled his ears. He got up and opened the door to see Finney's in sweat pants and a large AC/DC shirt with Griffin in his pajamas on his back. Finney had a sad look on his face as put a hand on Vance's cheek. "I know you probably wanted just me but I couldn't leave Griffin alone" Finney reasoned and Vance just nodded his head and chuckled slightly before making room for Finney to walk in. When Finney walked in Vance noticed how he was barefoot and noticed how Finney was kinda sweating and breathing hardly. It means that Finney ran all the way from his house(at the other side of the town) to here in seven minutes. Vance smiled slightly at it. He watched as Finney put Griffin on the couch and turn to him. "What happened?" Finney asked and Vance let out a sigh "I had a nightmare." He said quietly and felt embarrassed. He was Vance Hopper. He can't let a stupid nightmare haunt him. Finney smiled softly and nodded. He sat down on the other couch and patted the side next to him "Lay down. You would feel better when you do." Finney instructed and Vance complied. He laid down and his head rested on Finney's lap. "I want to cut my hair." Vance said and Finney looked at him shocked. "Is there a particular reason?" Finney asks and Vance nods "If you do not want to tell me that's alright, just know that I'll always be here." Vance nodded and just got comfortable on Finney's lap. "I can cut your hair if you want" Vance's head snapped to him. He gave him a questioning look. "I used to cut Gwen's hair all the time" Finney tried to reason but Vance let out a deep sigh "If something goes wrong I'll kill you Blake." Vance says and Finney chuckles. When they got into the bathroom Vance crouched down so Finney gets more level. He closes his eyes and prepares for the worse. When he opened his eyes back up when Finney said he was done he was actually surprised. The young Blake didnt do a bad job (It's the haircut Brady has rn). After they did the clean up Vance hugged Finney tightly and Finney returned the hug. "Do you want us to stay or are you fine on your own?" Finney asks and Vance gulps "Can you actually.." Vance stops mid sentence "stay for the night?" he says quietly and Finney just chuckles and nods. Vance slept peacefully that night. After that Vance respected Finney a lot more.

Bruce loves Finney. Finney takes care of him. He takes care of Finney. They do baseball together. They cook together. They read together. He helped him confess his feelings to Vance. He was just an amazing friend

Robin thinks that Finney is the best boyfriend and best friend he could ask for. Finney was always there for him. Before and after the grabber. He was just always there. He would bandage his knuckles after fights. He would cuddle with him when he had a nightmare. He would dance with his mom while making dinner together. He was just perfect.

Billy would say that he's beat friends with Finney. He's a cool dude and an awesome friend. He would never let you down. He seemed bullet proof. Confident. Nice. Kind. Everything billy wanted to be.

But even if he was kind, nice, confident, the best friend and boyfriend you could ask for. That still didn't stop Finney from letting his depression take over him and he ended up taking his own life. Luckily the doctors were there in time. But it put him into a coma for four days. Those were the worst days of the boys life. Gwen couldn't stop crying. Robin couldn't stop crying. Griffin can't even look at Finney in that state. Bruce could only hold Robin and Gwen while trying to stop himself from crying as well. Vance was shedding some tears but mostly angry. Billy was just. Confused. Sad. He couldn't believe a person like Finney wouldn't want to live.

[figgymoto]

Bestie, no. You can make him worse.

Actually, scratch that – that boy needs no help being worse. He can do bad life decisions on his own. Ash Ketchum needs no help in being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He's the equivalent of one of those haunted dolls your grandmother buys at a garage sale – the one that haunts your home for generations to come and looks smug as fuck while doing it.

But this isn't about him, not right now. I'll get to him. I'll be living up to my equal opportunity hater M.O. don't worry. His time will come — depending on who you ask, his time has already happened. Cough cough -- learn how to write your character's journeys linearly pokeani -- cough cough

No, this is about Serena and how she got jipped by the anime. I'm not much of an anime watcher, haven't really seen much beyond the first ten episodes of DP – before you come here with, "oh, figgy, you don't know anything about XY."

Listen, figgy knows shit. Maybe not a lot of shit about the anime, but figgy knows their shit about the games. And XY are still some of my favorite games in the series. I like the story, the villain, the ending. And I fucking love Serena in these games.

She's a strong female character. Not much unlike Misty in the os. She has a path already set up for her – mother a Ryhorn racer – she has a PATH. And yet, she defies it. She doesn't want to be a Ryborn racer, she doesn't know what she wants to be.

But, she learns.

Game Serena has her friends to help, her friends to be her rivals -- she has growth. She grows. Sure, anime Serena has growth in the Pokémon Showcases, those are sexist af and make the horrors that are Hoenn look like a fucking sanctuary.

And then pokespe Serena. Oh, Yvonne Gabena. My dear.

Yvonne would have kicked Ash's ass if he ever made her feel like a glorified coat rack. She chooses violence. As she should, honestly.

Yvonne outright goes against her mother's wish for her to follow in her footsteps — she becomes a flying trainer on her own, of her own volition. She makes and carves her own path without the pressure of outside forces. Does she have her friends by her side? Yeah. Do they help her to see her wishes come to life? Yes. Do they outright change her trajectory or make her be something Yvonne is not? No.

And that is how a strong, female heroine should be. This is the Serena that we should have seen in the XY anime — the strong, female lead who makes her own story.

Also.

If the drug dealer knows you fucked up, you know you fucked up.

Serena should have thrown that backpack and jacket right back at Ash, then gone to kick that trainer's ass just to prove a fucking point.

Listen, all I'm saying is that if pokeani weren't such fucking COWARDS, we could've had another badass female character who was in control of her own story – not just a stepping stone for the haunted victorian child to get another notch in his uber haunted belt.

XY should've been a series that looked at Serena, even Clemont or Bonnie, and said – haha, get haunted, idiot. It's a massive disservice to both the Pokémon company and to the fans who have gotten them this far.

Anyway, that's all for now. Figgy out.

[chichirichick]

Love Language

My second submission for @soulxmakaweek

Summary: While he may not exactly be fluent, Soul knows enough about love languages for Maka.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut:

I pinched at Maka’s neck, fingers kneading down the collection of muscle towards her shoulder. A mewling little hum of what I could only guess was approval—satisfaction?—popped from her mouth and threatened to derail any and all of my concentration. Honestly, touching her usually led to some disruption of my sanity these days. While a massage should be old news—as a weapon, my meister’s physical wellness is part of my job—something was changing. We were changing. And I definitely think– nah, I know it was my fault.

--

Liz had brought it up– you know, during regular girl talk that somehow still happened in my presence. (I can’t decide if it’s because I’m just some extension of Maka or I don’t give off that macho vibe that usually deflates these kinds of discussions.) The gaggle of girls was sitting in our usual meeting tree with me slouching into the bark.

“...and Black Star is definitely words of affirmation,” Liz continued to prattle on. I guess I only zoned in because of her laugh. “Can you imagine him being with someone who couldn’t praise him? I think he’d shrivel and die.”

“Be fair,” Tsu replied– which we all knew she shouldn’t have. 

Don’t stand up for the guy, Tsu, unless you’re ready–

“Yes, Tsu, we all know you’re in love with him,” Liz sang back and the group flared into laughter and pink cheeks.

I should be exasperated, but hell, you try saving the world and almost dying every other week. They deserved their fun– no matter how lame and filled with Cosmo-rip-off-mumbo-jumbo. I resigned myself to nodding off instead.

Next it was Patty twittering: “And Maka!”

Okay, I’m not too proud to admit sleeping got shelved in an instant.

“Maka has to be acts of service.” 

“Well…” Maka neither confirming nor denying anything usually led to a bunch of buzzing, and, well, this was no different. 

I couldn’t help but catch some of the glances my way since the usual line of teasing was being whipped by my meister. To be honest, I didn’t have a lot of evidence to save me from that verdict either. She liked my cooking, so I did it. We were roommates, so it was only fair to do my share of the cleaning. And with her co-teaching that meistering class, sometimes she needed errands done, and I–

Okay, I’m whipped.

At the same time, I couldn’t exactly say I agreed. Sure, I knew Maka appreciated all of those things, but– I bit my tongue. We were still just meister and weapon, even with my stupid day-in-day-out pining. I could pretend all I wanted that I knew Maka, but in that context? No. Romance was still something that haunted my dreams.

“What about Soul?” Tsu—as gentle, smart, and mature as she could be—was also fucking ruthless.

I startled, hands out instantly to negate the redirect. “Not fluent in love language, thanks.”

“But I’m sure we could figure it out,” Liz chimed. “I mean, Maka knows you best, doesn’t she? So…” The elongated ‘o’ was the most unfair set up, leaving Maka and I to stare at each other. There was still some leftover color on her cheeks, brightening her eyes and making my heart do the jitterbug.

“I guess,” Maka started and my breath stopped, “I would say quality time.”

If I had to buy into this bullshit for a second, I would say she was right, but– “Again, you’re speakin’ another language.”

“But I’m right,” she pressed, and boy, was I fucking in trouble.

You try telling Maka Albarn she’s wrong. Go ahead. Sign your last will and testament and then give it a shot. Just make sure all your affairs are in order. “Yeah, well,” I replied with as much aloofness as I could manage.

She eyed me. “And you think Liz is right about mine? Acts of service? ”

My internal sigh—which I’d perfected just a few months into our partnership—rattled in my brain. Well, I guess I’ve lived a good life. “Sorta.”

“Sort of?”

I shrugged because the answer was a solid no, but I was pretty sure this part of Maka was a secret. Sorta my secret, and I wanted to keep it that way. I wiggled my way out of the conversation with all limbs (barely) intact because I wanted to actually test my hypothesis: Maka Albarn was all about physical touch.

--

I was deep into her shoulder at this point, unknotting, rotating, starting to work into her bicep. By the time I got to her hand, flexing fingers and massaging into her palm, I was sitting next to her on the couch.

“You’ve–” She caught herself, but I didn’t stop my motions. Give her starts and stops too much attention and they’re bound to stay stops, but give her room and… “Are you okay?”

“Me?” I replied with a shrug and a mostly convincing “Nothin’ new.”

“But you…” She grasped my hand, holding tightly to stop me and bring my gaze away from my work. “Something’s different.”

“Okay…”

Maka let out a frustrated huff. “Soul!”

“I said okay– yeah, it is,” I added. I tried to concentrate on the tension in her fingers. She was holding on for dear life, and so was I. “Maka, you–”

She didn’t have an ounce of patience for it, jumping on me as soon as the puff of air left my mouth. “I what?” It was less of a demand—I was so used to the annoyed accusatory tone with that phrase—and more of a plea.

This was my chance. Hell, maybe even my only chance, but I had a boulder on my fucking tongue.

“You’ve been–” Frustration rumbled in her throat for a second before she met me head on, green eyes blaring. “You’ve been touchy. You usually– it’s a fight sometimes, Soul, but lately you’ve just been giving in or– or doing it for me. I’m just worried that you’re hurting and this is–”

“No,” I muttered as I shook away the excuse and the clutter on my tongue. “It ain’t about me.”

“Then?” she prodded. 

I swallowed every last wriggling spike of anxiety in my gut and spewed: “It’s what you like– what you want.” 

Pink—three shades deeper than any of the colors beneath the tree that day—flushed over her cheekbones. 

Oh, damnit, I liked it. I fucking–ah, just the way her lip quivered into a pout after, too! This was the most uncool I’d ever been, but I couldn’t stop, and, hell, I knew I shouldn’t. “All the girls talkin’ about that language bullshit–”

“Love language,” she corrected quickly, even through her blushing haze.

“Love language,” I folded, but not without a hint of sarcasm. “But yours is touch. You like when people touch you, and I sorta, well, I thought I could prove it.”

She paused, eyebrow furrowing slightly before she continued: “You were just guessing?”

I heard the trouble coming a mile away, and yeah, I should have planned for an accusation like that, but– this was getting away from me, and fast. In battle, I knew I always had to have a million and ten escape plans because the minute Maka backed us into a corner it was me who’d have to yank us out, but what happened when I walked us right into a trap? I gaped, watching as grey started to steal away all the color from her face. “Maka–”

“What, now that your hypothesis is correct you’re just going to–?” She didn’t let herself finish the question as she attempted to yank her hands away. “You know, I don’t know why– I never should have thought–!”

I tumbled after her. She may have gotten her hands out of mine, but I couldn’t let her get to her feet. I did what I’d always done for her– leapt right into trouble. Though, this may have been more than I bargained for. I didn’t get a handle on her, exactly, but the couch– except for the fact that meant I’d sandwiched her between me and it. I had her pinned against the cushions. I was teetering over her, attempting not to crush her while still sticking to my point. “And I was provin’ yours.”

Maka blinked up at me, dumbfounded.

“Quality time,” I reminded her, but it didn’t matter. She was totally dazed. “‘Cause every time it’s like this– every time I know you want me touchin’ you– I feel like I’m the only person you see, and I can’t– I need that.”

She took fistfuls of my t-shirt and pulled me down. We fit– sprawled but still comfortably stacked puzzle pieces. That didn’t mean I could breath or even bat an eye as my face pressed into the crux of her neck. Heat—electrifying and terrifying all in one—fluttered against my shoulder with her words: “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Shouldn’t that be obvious?

I guess that shook down to my core, trembling across our tangled souls since she almost immediately sighed. “I was always so worried,” she murmured, lips dancing so close to my skin that I could barely offer the brain cells to follow what she was saying. “I was always so worried that you didn’t know.”

Honestly, I didn’t know jack shit except for her breath searing through my t-shirt and her heartbeat thumping in time with mine. “Wh-what?”

The annoyance that I knew so well bled into this breath, her know-it-all tone lacing the obvious: “You, Soul. It’s physical touch with you. Not with anyone else. So you are the only person I see, the only person I–” She hummed out a nervous note, and I couldn’t tell if it was her wriggling or her soul. Either way, I knew I had to pull away, to give her a little space to– 

As soon as I raised my head, I saw it. Maybe I thought before that I was enjoyed her smiles, or sorta lived for those moments that she was possibly blushing in my direction, but this– fucking Death, this–

Her eyes had never been so clear, and I was close enough to see myself in them, maybe even through them. That honest stare—the one that was seeing me and had seen me for our whole partnership—was unraveling any of the worry that was still tying my tongue. I gave her the best smirk I could manage and murmured: “Does that still count as me being right?”

She couldn’t fight the laugh, but it only fluttered for a second before she produced a pout. “We’re both right.”

“Not fair.” But the complaint had no oomph. I was too busy negotiating enough so I could dare to let my fingers touch her cheek, sliding back to tuck that fine tendril of hair that dared to be unruly. “I– does that mean I don’t have to stop?”

She barely shook her head, instead concentrating on leaning into my touch. The way her cheek fit against my palm burned into my memory even though I wasn’t sure I was going to have to save it. I had my permission– I had what I wanted from the beginning–

I had Maka.

[call-me-tk]

Beetlejuice the Musical - an Analysis/My Favorite Parts

Prologue: Invisible

“Grown-ups wanna fix things. When they can't it only fills them with shame, so they just look away." 

The Whole “Being Dead" Thing

TRUMPETS

“Rodgers, Hart, and Hammerstein”

"How you doin'? Oh, not good! *scats*"

“If you die while listening to this album, it’s still gonna keep playing”

“Blah blah Bible Jesus Magic”

DIES IRAE

Ready Set, Not Yet

THE FAST BITS

When Adam waits a beat after his fast bit before saying “ready set” because he’s not as confident as Barbara ahhhhhhhh

When Barbara sings the word "terror" like "terra" 

“Hiding away so you don’t have to face being a bad mom” whoever wrote these lyrics is so mean

“Oh… NO”

The Whole "Being Dead" Thing: Reprise

The pause after “Hi!”

“Jesus I can’t spell”

“Eh, worth a try”

“I’m the bio-exorcist, giving houses enemas”

Dead Mom

“Daddy’s moving forward, daddy didn’t lose a mom”

“A plague of mice, a lightning strike, or drop a nuclear bomb”

Fright of their Lives

“Drop your panties”

“No. What fills you with RAGE”

“Being mean to a pet” MOOD BARBARA

BJ’s soliloquy, he’s so over it, so DRAMATIC

“WHY GOD SLASH SATAN”

“Uch, these dopes are both hopeless”

Ready, Set (Reprise)

You can just SEE the shoulder bump with “I’m sure we can haunt our own halls”

“I gotta get right outside my comfort zone” 😬

No Reason

“What’s happening, GURL”

“Buy more crystals”

The windchime during “put a little alright in the world”

“Where good people die” “NO”

“Cuz you’re bored” FLUTE SOLO

“Meaninglessness and alone” “NONONONONOOOOOOoooooo~” the talent it takes to pull off that vocal riff is ridiculous

“Is this still about me?”

The harmonies in the last note

Invisible (Reprise)/On the Roof

“Somebody’s on the roof” always has me cackling

“I, Lydia Deetz” *BIG SIGH* “will be gone”

“I’M GONNA HAVE A NEW BEST FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEND”

Say My Name

The musical style?!?!?!?

This is my favorite song in the entire show. And it was not an easy choice.

“What?” “Nothing”

Nice Moana reference

“Beetlejuice?” she says, like “what a dumb fuckin name”

LYDIA’S WHOLE SECTION LET’S GOOOOOO

Including the music change

BJ being like WHAT and SO frustrated every time she psychs him out

In the production I saw Lydia said “I just metcha” and I like that better

“I may be suicidal but Beetlejuice it’s not as if I’ve lost my mind” OOF

“That was possession” lol he’s so proud of himself

Love love love the rhyme: “Pretty much, any ghost’ll do, sure” “Then Beetlejuice, what do I need you for?” and the subsequent WOAH WOAH WOAH

The instrumental hit right after she sings “Yeah I got game” is my favorite 

This whole song just slaps idk what else to tell you

Day-O

“I’d have to… check my pay stubs”

“Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy” as he pops up out of the table he had to hide in the whole scene

Dad finally saying Lydia’s name as he’s swept away

“It’s our house now, kid”

Girl Scout

“Ooh~!”

The piano during “my heart is defective” A+ score writing

“Still”

*dramatic music* JAMBOREES

“Whee!”

*nervous laughter after meeting Lydia*

“By selling cookies *BIG BREATH* four dollars a box”

Also. FOUR DOLLARS A BOX?!??!?!?! Jealous.

“Pedophiles” 😇

That Beautiful Sound

“He is so weird”

Love the smooth jazzy style

“Time for a few OH MY GOD”

“How many… people… live here?”

Lydia’s laugh after “nice moves Lydia” is so pure

“Pfah, holy moly, lotta people come to this house”

“Yes, I hear that sooooooooooound” he’s so happy

“No more condescending adults hanging around”

“Daddy’s leaving me the hell alone”

Barbara 2.0

“It’s the stuff of our lives, and all of it’s shit.”

“Okay, that wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be.”

“Buhreak it”

“The new Adam is wiserrrrrrr”

Harmonieeeeees

What I Know Now

“I went to parties a lot…” *sniff* “You know?”

“Niche was right, you know? To live is to suffer, bro”

“Life is short but death is super long”

I really like this song because if you ruminate on it long enough it’s a good song to talk you into living life to its fullest even if things suck.

Home

I love that this is a reprise but also the whole theme of Lydia’s character - that her mom is home. But then she finds out that she can have a home with a (very dysfunctional) family and not forget her mom either.

Her little laugh when she says Delia’s name

Creepy Old Guy

“I’m a creepy old guy!!” 

“Girls may seem disgusted, but we’re actually just shy”

Shoobedowop

In the show I saw, Lydia goes: “Even on the inside, he- he’s disgusting” which I liked better than the recording

“A dance break on an album? Amazing.”

“L’chaim” is pronounced correctly, thank you Alex

“God be glorified” in a fucked up key

The whole company going “I can’t believe some cultures think this kind of thing’s alright” in unison

Jump in the Line/Dead Mom - Reprise

A perfect song to end a perfect show.

“I adore huh”

“Mama if you’re listening, doesn’t this just blow your mind?”

Shake shake shake senora in the background UGH MY HEART

DAYLIGHT COME AND ME WAN GO HOME

She’s home (I’m not crying you’re crying)

Overall thoughts:

Alex doing the Beetlejuice voice throughout THE WHOLE SHOW

The rhyming throughout the whole musical is just. A+

Lydia’s songsssssss

Honestly all the vocal parts are real hard

And so is the book for the pit

There’s like 8 different genres of music throughout the show and it just WORKS

I had no idea this show existed until the start of this year and now it’s in my top 3 favorite musicals. 10/10 amazing incredible perfect

[inkrabbit]

imagine that on halloween the ghouls can go out with their s/o in their ghoul form because everyone will think it's just a super realistic costume JUST IMAGINE i think is very cute

Happy fuckin' Halloween everyone. yes, I did schedule this specifically for today. it was appropriate

but this is such a cute prompt omggggg. just some hcs below for the boys <333

Aether:

absolutely ecstatic

he won't let you know this, but he actually waits all year just for this one day to be himself

he loves being seen with you in his ghoul form. to him, it's like you're with the actual him. not his human form. not his lie. you're with him

will 100% be glad to interact with people, and he crouches down and softly talks to the kids that stop you two

he's a lot happier on this night, and he also becomes a lot more cuddly and sweet with you

"I couldn't imagine a more perfect night with you, my love."

Mountain:

"Oh, sick. Now I won't have to waste any energy. Or bother changing."

you two normally don't do too much, considering Mountain prefers to just "vibe"

he'll take you to a movie and after that, if you're up for it, you two can walk around aimlessly, either through town or through the local mall

he'll buy you anything you want, too. his way of making up for being so "boring"

gets a little worried/surprised whenever people stop you two, but he puts on a brave face and will bullshit his way through a conversation

you know better than anyone that he's just telling people whatever he saw on TV when you two watched that Face Off show

Rain:

he's so excited, especially because he's able to leave abbey grounds with you and not have to be worried about his energy levels

he'll happily go trick-or-treating if you want to. he was always too embarrassed to ask the others to go with him

Swiss went with him once, but they both ended up stealing a bowl of candy and running off while giggling like children. Papa wasn't amused okay maybe a little

he keeps checking to make sure you're having fun, and he's always kissing your head when you tell him that you're fine

"I love nights like this. They make me happy. Well, you always make me happy but... you know what I mean."

remember: you're his rock. he's okay with being in social situations, but he'd rather it just be the two of you

Sodo:

he waits anxiously for this night

he finally gets to be free. no one can stop him now

you two go everywhere you can. parties, graveyards, those stupid haunted houses

keep an eye on him because he's gotten away from you more than once so he can scare the customers

"What? This is the only time I get to be myself! Let me have my fun!"

He's not interested in talking to other people, but he's a sucker when little kids stop him. he'll full on scoop some of them up and hype them up over their own costumes

Swiss:

he's extra excited about tonight, especially because he can party a lot longer now

expect to be on the dance floor a lot with him

"Come on, lovely! Let's give everyone a show!"

he's pulling out all of the stops and letting himself be absorbed with the music

he's extra friendly like this, showing off his fangs as he grins widely

when you two start to wind down, he'll find a little secluded spot for you both so you two can have more time together

BONUS

Ares:

he seems indifferent about it all, and even a little reluctant

"It's just another night, mia luce. You've seen my true form many times before."

if you really do insist, he'll humor you and go out in his ghoul form

please give him extra attention. anything to keep his mind occupied or else he'll get snippy

he keeps conversation with anyone to a minimal, even purposefully being rude to be left alone

just find a quiet spot for you two to hang out. he'll appreciate it more than you'll ever know

Neptune:

he's over the moon knowing you want to go out with him and show him off

keeps his arm wrapped around you and holds you close to him

he can’t talk, so he’ll just settle for pointing out cute pumpkins and letting out joyful chitters

more than happy to show himself off to people who stop you two

absolutely thrives on any and all attention he gets

don't worry. he won't drag everything out too long. after all, you're his main priority and he's letting you know that

Notus:

"If this is what you want, my love, then I'll be more than happy to oblige."

he doesn't care too much about going out, but if it makes you happy, then he's on board

he doesn't really like parties, but if that's what you want to do, then sure. he'll make sure he has fun with you

but you're not allowed away from him. he's worried something will happen if you leave his sight

he'll indulge people in small talk, but his main focus is you

always kissing your head or your lips and asking if you're having fun

Silvanus:

it takes him a second to register what exactly you're asking

"I mean... sure...? Like we can go out if you want, but what do you wanna do?"

and, really, he's up for anything. though he's still calm and pretty quiet, he's happy to just be out with you and in his own skin

but you're both going to find a quiet spot towards the end, preferably in a wooded area, so he can cuddle with you

Halloween isn't too interesting to him, but he loves the extra energy the earth gives off on this night

he's also gentle while touching or kissing you, and he'll even sing for you if you ask him nicely

[oldguy56-world]

Yes & No

I don't know about you but I am getting tired of politicians being asked simple yes and no questions and after five minutes of rambling about something or other they still have not answered the question. Their fear is about offending someone so instead they frustrate everyone. Wouldn't it be nice (Beach Boys lyrics! Take a moment and play the song in your head.) if someone just answered the questions? I would have respect for them but then again who am I? They are not concerned with the 'old guy on the couch' block of voters.

Real life is so much simpler. Over the years I have found that there are a lot of yes and no questions that I gladly answer based on experience. Some I don't have to anymore (you will be able to tell which ones hopefully) but generally as a rule I stand by my learnings. I hope they are a help to you.

A group of friends or co-workers invite you out to an Indian all-you-can-eat buffet. NO. I did this once and my stomach rumbled and flames shot out of my butt for three days afterwards.

You are asked to join a group buying lottery tickets. YES. Do you want to be the only one still working while all of your friends are splitting time between their villa in Tuscany and a beach in Aruba?

You are asked if you want to go on a blind date. NO. For you youngsters this was our version of using a web site but instead of believing everything the person wrote about themself you are believing everything your friend's girlfriend tells you about her cousin's next-door neighbor that is the greatest person in the world and you can't believe she is available. (Hint: You will find out why)

You are offered a helmet before going on a ride or getting on a motorcycle. YES. If they are offering the helmet there is probably a good reason. Take it (or better yet maybe don't go) In fact if you always wear a helmet you will find that people let you go ahead of them in line for things like Timmy's.

You are house-hunting and there is a house at a fantastic price that had a murder occur in it, or perhaps it is haunted. NO.NO.NO. Have you ever watched a movie in your life? There is nothing good that could possibly come out of this.

Your wife/partner/child/anyone tells you that they can't finish their fries and would you like some. YES. What can I say. It is free food. Unless they are eating something spicy. Remember the butt-flame thing.

Your loved one asks you to go somewhere you won't like, do something you hate, or the big 'Does this make my butt look big' question. NO COMMENT. Sorry, you are on your own for this one.

Side note. If one of your kids ever asks a long time friend of yours if you ever did anything bad when you were young your best option is to kill the friend and get your child to help hide the body. They are now complicit and can't tell on you even to their mother.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Sometimes we complicate our lives by trying to figure out what other people want. Sometimes take into consideration what you want.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Halloween Activities Masterlist

Links Last Checked: August 10th, 2024

Bear and Vampire (ao3) - venuslester

Summary: 8 year old Phil sees a young boy dressed as a bear getting bullied when trick-or-treating.

Cinderella, A Dinosaur, And A Lot Of Fake Blood - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Dan and Phil go Trick or Treating with their kids.

Communication - cafephan

Summary: Phil convinces Dan to investigate a renowned haunted house with him on Halloween.

Creepy Crispy Cakes CONJOINED CHALLENGE! (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil and I decided to go for something a bit simpler for the Halloween Baking video. I guess I'm just a bit too soft when Phil asks for something with a smile, so yes, this is the story of how I ended up conjoined to my flatmate and teenage crush through a stupid Halloween jumper and how I am now paying the price for it. Thanks for the tweets and costume suggestions guys.

Forever Halloween (ao3) - daisyxhead (orphan_account)

Summary: You know, for being 23, Dan was still getting wrapped up in 'childish' things. And one of these things just so happen to be going to a Halloween party his friend Chris is dragging him to.

Glass Depth Mood (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: 'I don't know you but we're wearing matching costumes at this Halloween party and your ass looks amazing in that costume'

Haunted House - doomedhowell

Summary: Teenage foursome having a sleepover at a haunted house. they try to freak eachother out by telling ghost stories and jumping out from behind things. but later that night things start getting really creepy and they all end up getting so scared they run out of the house screaming.

It’s a Nose! (ao3) - tellsfromhale

Summary: Dan and Phil attempt to carve pumpkins.

It’s Different In The Dark - howthemoonsuitsthenightsky

Summary: When a leaflet for a haunted house comes through the door, Phil really wants to go, but Dan is less keen.

Like Father, Like Son - ultxmasunicornphanfics

Summary: Dan and Phil take Jonathan out to buy Halloween decorations.

Lions And Candy - cozyfoxy

Summary: Dan has to take his little brother trick or treating. He hates doing it, but that all changes when they get to the last stop of the night.

Never Trust a Ouija Board - phansomedevil

Summary: In which Dan and Phil have a ghost.

Soft and Scared (ao3) - Phandiction

Summary: Scared!Dan is guilted by a friend to enter a haunted house Phil doesn't want to hurt anyone but is guilted by a friend to terrify people in a haunted house. He feels horrible when Dan's friends leave him there to cry on the floor after the scare and comfort ensues.

Sweetest Halloween (ao3) - irphanfic

Summary: Halloween is Phil Lester’s favourite holiday but his best friend Dan is not so keen on going trick-or-treating this year because of his braces. Will Phil manage to do something so Dan can enjoy Halloween this year too?

the final bag (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: "we’re both last minute candy shopping and you are not allowed to grab the last chocolate variety pack I’ll fight you"

They Did the Monster Mash (ao3) - tellsfromhale

Summary: Dan and Phil decorate for Halloween.

Trick-Or-Treat - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan takes his and Phil’s little child out trick-or-treating for Halloween this year for the first time, while Phil stays home and hands out candy to the other children. That’s the plan they had.

Tricks Are For Kids - tbfhlmao

Summary: dan and phil take their two daughters out trick or treating.

voice in my ear (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: it's spooky week 2014 and dan has scared himself shitless playing outlast alone in the dark. too bad phil's not there to make him feel better.

Watchful - cafephan

Summary: Phil is part of one of the world’s most famous paranormal investigator groups, along with his friends Joe, Zoe and Louise. The never before investigated Harrowick Penitentiary catches the group’s attention, and they settle in the town for a week long investigation. Most importantly, they hope to make contact with one spirit in particular, Dan Howell, who was falsely imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit, and was murdered in the building. When Dan becomes attached to Phil, things become a lot more complicated.

[lambotel]

hey! i don't mean to sound rude but i have a few questions ❤️ so i know you have a lot of dolls but i just wanted to ask how did you start your collection and why? are your dolls haunted? where are they from? how much were they? and do you buy them yourself or are they gifts? not that i want you to tell me your whole life story i'm just curious and have asked others similar questions! ❤️

hi lol, its ok. and idk how to answer any of this but i will try. already struggling w the first one, dont know how or why. i have always been used to my dad gifting me and my sister cars because he would rather get me, her and my brother the same gifts and always went with what was more boy-ish for whatever reason. always made us match clothes and everything, everything was almost the same, so it's crazy how we eventually did grow up to have different interests etc. mine became colelcting antique dolls because one day my dad just boguht a really big beautiful porcelain doll home (when i say big, not extremely big, just bigger than the others) for me. and he wanted /me/ to have it. part of. me believes he did it randomly but out of love, while the lther part of me believes he was guilty and upset when he saw how jealous i was seeing everyone have dolls that can literally sing. he never wanted to make me feel singled out in things or different from others, even though i was, and even though he was terrible in some doings- this was kind, and special. like a way to see i didnt need a singing stupid doll when i can have a very old antique one WITH the letter of authenticity.

growing up i noticed similar looking dolls in the charity shops i went to, they were expensive but also not cheap. i used to get bulloed really bad in highschool and college (yes, in college too lol), i had no friends and spent most of my days with my mum because my dad always worked. me and my mum always went to charity shops because the clothes and house stuff was just way cheaper. i dont want to say they let me buy what i want out of pity, but i know they were always trying to get me back on my feet again - thats the thing with asian, immigrant parents. never being able to tell you words of affirmations, but always somehow showing it in their actions. my mum knew i would look at a doll or two here and then, she always picked it up without asking or saying anything. brushing its hairs and putting it on my shelf for me and organising my books too. my mum bought me all the books sitting on my bookshelf rn.

if you want to start your own collection, i think you should start looking in charity shops or antique stores. a lot of old people, or family members of old people, dump their stuff there all the time. i have many memorable items from charity shops that aren't just dolls. they're worth a look. and dont worry about not getting an authenticity certificate - if you are bothered, you can always describe your doll online, however some antique sites (?) will ask you to pay in order for you to get info from them. so be careful. you can always ask straight from the person youre buying, if you look on places like depop or etsy, but who knows they might be lying lmao. i personally wouldnt care too much about it. i just am informative on it because my first doll came with it, i was hyper fixated on it for ages.

i hope this answered everything. i might delete this later if i decide to feel like i have over-shared on this platform.

[twistedsiren86]

Sticky Fingers

This one came out of no where. Stevie boy feels like the upmost bad friend for taking things from Eddie, when really Eddie just gives him little gifts to make him smile.

Steve Harrington is a thief. There. He admitted it. Steve hasn't always been, no, of course he hasn't. And why would he be? He could buy everything he had ever wanted. There was no real need for thievery in his life.

Until Eddie Munson threw his battle jacket at Steve in the upside down.

Steve spent months wearing Eddie's vest as he sat by his bedside in the brightly lit hospital room. Eddie had barely made it out of the upside down, and by barely, Steve meant that Eddie had crashed twice in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and was put into a medically induced coma for thirty-seven painstakingly long days. It took another forty-one days for Eddie to be released from the hospital.

Technically, Eddie hasn't asked for his battle jacket back, so is Steve really stealing at this point?

Yes.

Because also lurking in his closet is Eddie's Black Sabbath t-shirt. The one Eddie had pulled out to show Steve who Ozzy Osbourne was. Eddie had excitedly retold the whole story of Ozzy biting the head off of a bat in much greater detail this time. Steve loves when Eddie tells him stories, it doesn't matter what the story is about. He just loves when the doe eyed, curly headed man gets excited and jittery. Eddie paces back and forth and talks with his hands in a grandiose way. Depending on what the story is about, Eddie will also voice the characters he's taletelling about.

Steve had slept in the Black Sabbath shirt one night that he and Eddie had gotten a little too high for him to drive home, so he borrowed Eddie's clothes and crashed on the couch to sleep off the joints they had smoked.

Steve is also a thief because laying on his bedside table is one of Eddie's cassette tapes. A mix tape of some of his favorite rock songs. Steve had found it while searching through Eddie's room to bring him stuff to keep him entertained at the hospital.

Steve had taken the tape with the intention of also bringing a walk-man for Eddie to listen to the tape on, but Steve had popped the tape into his car's cassette player and found himself intrigued with the tape's contents.

Steve had learned a lot from that one tape. One, Dio was definitely something he should've been listening to before he met Eddie Munson. Two, Eddie really liked songs with long guitar solos. And three, Eddie was secretly a hopeless goddamned romantic. I Was Made for Lovin' You by Kiss was on that tape twice. Maybe it was a mistake on Eddie's part when he was recording it, but Steve highly doubted it.

By technicality only, Steve wasn't a thief for the book laying at the foot of his bed. Eddie had told him he just had to read the Lord of the Rings series. He still had book one. It had been months since Eddie had given Steve the book, and Steve had only made it through the first chapter. But the pages of the book held the smells of Eddie. His room, cigarettes, leather, marijuana, and Eddie's natural musk. It helped Steve sleep on the nights that he was haunted by nightmares of the upside down. Of Eddie dying in the ambulance, of Eddie being in a coma. Of all the terrible things he saw that night.

The last thing Steve felt guilty about was a guitar pick that lives in an unused ashtray in his car. Eddie had let Steve borrow it when Eddie insisted on trying to teach Steve how to play. He told Steve that pick wasn't technically his favorite one; the one that he wore around his neck was his favorite. But the pick he'd lent Steve was his lucky one. The one he played with to get the band their gig at the hideout. The one he had played with in the middle school talent show, the one he had played with for the first time after coming home from the hospital.

The thing is, Eddie Munson didn't ask for his things back on purpose. So, while Steve Harrington felt like a thief for stealing his friend's things, Eddie happily kept giving Steve little trinkets. Things Steve couldn't buy, only inherit. Things that made Steve's eye light up, and his pretty boy smile stretch across his face. Eddie would give almost anything to Steve just to see that smile.

The smile he loved.

[motheatenscarf]

Okay, I've avoided it long enough and FF14 is apparently down for maintenance this morning, so, uh, time to bust out the conspiracy theory board again after some lore dumps from Emet Selch.

So first off, I was RIGHT, Hydalen and Zodiark are primals, round of fucking applause for me... doing... basic analysis based on the information given and conservation of detail.

Look, alright, credit where it's due, in a consistently good story, yes, proper details like this are easy to figure out. While the quality of the writing may wax and wane, there is at least relative consistency with establishing the lore. The pacing at the rate they reveal that information is... wanting, but the information itself is internally consistent. That's an impressive feat for something ten years in the making. I think they at least knew the broad strokes of the picture they wanted to paint, even if some of the details like "Interesting Characters" got left out in things like base ARR.

Anyway, that said, uh, yeah, the casual lore drop that the Ascians to a man are all tempered by Zodiark was uh... a lot.

It retroactively explains a lot and actually makes me feel... kinda bad for them. Desperate people summon Primals. Something terrible came for them and their world (what does that mean?) and they "through great sacrifice" (what does THAT mean?) summoned up Zodiark who then tempered them.

Apparently not all of them, though, since Hydalen then got summoned up by "dissidents," likely out of the desperation of those who weren't tempered. Then supposedly the worlds got split apart and Zodiark was sealed away.

Begs the question of what happened to those who summoned up Hydalen, but I think that's just... the echo.

Emet says he can "shape a vessel" at his will, but not all Ascians choose to do so, hence why Lahabrea left Thancred intact. (Some Ascians buy up real estate and quick flip it for a profit, others craft a loving home out of their new bodies. Truly, they're just like us.) But also, uh, hey, have you been paying attention to what's going on with Minfilia? She's being passed down through the generations as a reincarnation with her will and memories intact, but at the cost of erasing the girls she's possessing. We know through Ardbert that people with the Echo can survive as wandering souls without bodies for a LONG time and not lose their sense of self. And these girls are ALL called Minfilia, and boy do they have those same haunting void blue eyes and blonde hair like she did as The Word of the Mother when Eldritch Horror Hydalen took hold of her, and hey, wait a minute, that's exactly what Emet Selch does?

Sure, Minfilia and maybe Hydalen feel BAD about what they're doing, but like the Exarch, they are using BAD methods to try and avert catastrophes. Calamities, even. That's not a moral judgement, that's just... a fact, and it's interesting, and I'd love to hear their thoughts on it as characters.

We already knew the echo enabled bodyhopping, but yeah, to get visual confirmation that the echo is straight up just the Ascian technique, that feels big. I don't remember if it was Lahabrea or Gaius who called the echo an "abomination," but I do recall them saying they'd need to make use of it in their plans, hence the Ascians granting the Echo to random summoners and the Empire's experiments to create an artificial echo. It's maybe something you can just... awaken in people.

Talking to Emet Selch in between quests is also fascinating, if you click on him, he'll be annoyed but will answer any question you pose and you get to ask a new question each time you click on him, so uh, guess what I've been doing?

The way he talks about Ascians, I get the feeling there's more than just the fourteen seats of them that we saw in ARR. Gaius says that the red masks rule over the black masks, and that there are only 3 red masks, and I was like, okay, so what, only 11 lackeys, that's not very fun.

But no, Emet says they're straight up expendable and that the ones assigned to the First reflection, them being killed by the Warriors of Light from before this calamity was factored in and deemed an acceptable loss. The point of the lackeys is to be fodder.

Which brings me to the whole thing about Ascians being able to recall "fragments and fleeting memories" of the original world pre-sundering. He said the land AND people were each split into 14 pieces, not just the worlds themselves and Zodiark. But the Ascians somehow remember, which feels contradictory, but I don't think it is?

We already knew the Ascians wanted to rejoin the worlds and make them as they were before, that implies they knew what the world was "supposed" to be like. The new info confirms that Calamities do seem to rob the survivors of their memories of it, at least partially; no one in Eorzea remembers what happened after Dalamud fell out of the sky. I figured that was just a contrivance for them to put off explaining in the text what happened between 1.0 and ARR, but it's nice to see them incorporate that and give it a real lore reason.

Some people remember the world pre-sundering, though, somehow. Which makes me think of who might remember anything from the Calamity, which makes me remember how Cid's memories came back by spending time with the WoL. I thought that was a cheap contrivance on the power of friendship or whatever, but I'm wondering if those memories seem to get... clearer around the echo?

So, I think Ascians are just people who had the echo, but were maybe these first people tempered by Zodiark, who somehow found the right trigger to show them these visions of the past to help them remember these fragments. Others like Ardbert, Minfilia, and even the player, were ones who were associated with and probably tempered by Hydalen. Ardbert even asks, "Holy shit, are we just slaves to her will?" Which. HM. Isn't that a good question? I've played Dark Knight, I really hope they're gonna do more with that "Serve, Save, Slave, Slay" mantra now.

I don't THINK it's that simple, I think maybe Hydalen is just trying her best to make an omlet out of all these broken eggs that were supposed to be hatchlings. But uh. Not unlike Urianger NOT telling the player about how they might be getting their soul corrupted and devoured by all of the Light Wardens they're killing and absorbing, Hydalen is probably trying to withhold upsetting information that will only make her job and yours that much harder.

Anyway, I'm now, as of Shadowbringers, finally CONFIDENT that they actually, maybe, know what they're doing story-wise and that these things will be answered and I will actually be fucking rewarded for paying attention and not just have to throw darts at what information was or was not important.

[ranboothesillyartist]

So uhm... I'm going to tell the lore of my fnaf 3 au, I'm sorry for my bad english.

So, you guys know the base of the lore of fnaf (I think). So is just William afton kill the 6 children and die in the Springbonnie costume, 30 years pass and he "awake" (Now this is my part), he gets up and starts wandering around the abandoned pizzeria and comes across a woman that is a fan of Springbonnie when she was 13 years old (and continue being). So when she saw him, she was very excited, she didn't even notice William's poor flesh. She hugged Springtrap and he was like (wtf r u doing???), she was so fast he couldn't even keep up with her and she bought him (Springtrap couldn't anything), and THEN she said her name: "My name is Mary Johnson!". After buying Spring she asked to an engineer to "reform" Springtrap but don't remove so much the aesthetics of the original Springbonnie, so the engineer don't remove the tie, the bright yellow, the green eyes and the little rabbit tooth (But changed a lot of other things). But before Spring go to Mary's mansion (yes, she's rich💅💅) the souls of the 6 children haunted the other animatronics that Mary have (Chica, Freddy, Foxy, Mangle, Toy Bonnie, Balloon boy, Puppet, Freddybear. All of them are from the "Sweetheart" collection and only Freddybear is not haunted). So Springtrap is now Springbonnie again! He go to Mary's mansion and he noticed that the animatronics are a bit weird, then Foxy says to Spring that they're the 6 children and Spring gets sad bc he doesn't have peace even in a random woman's mansion and the other animatronics start bullying him when Mary is not there. Spring gets a bit insecure bc of his appearance, like... He have a fur skirt, and he's a man! He doesn't like it, he's so feminine and all but he's a man and he doesn't like to be feminine... And cute... Very very cute... And have a very very very fluffy fur... Anyway, he doesn't like he's appearance and he gets bullied bc of it.

My au takes place in 2023

Mary is 43 years old so she was born in 1980.

(I don't have all the history done so heh)

I promise I'll post more abt it! I just have to create more of the lore

Bye!

[4acesofspades]

answer every single question on that ask game you reblogged xD

Welp, you asked, so here goes nothing..

(It didn't number right, but the questions are still labeled right)

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify

is your room messy or clean?

Pretty clean, sometimes there’s clothes on the floor

what color are your eyes?

Blue 

do you like your name? Why?

Not really, it’s way too common 

what is your relationship status? 

Married

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Old fashioned weirdo

what color hair do you have?

Natural blonde

what kind of car do you drive? Color?

Silver Honda Accord 

where do you shop?

Mostly Walmart 

how would you describe your style?

Cheap and changes depending on my mood. Sometimes it's sundresses and sometimes it's leather jackets.

favorite social media account

Like type of social media?  Or specific account?  My favorite type is probably tumblr but I don’t have a specific favorite account

what size bed do you have? 

I share a queen with my husband but in my room (yes I also have my own room) I have a twin 

any siblings?

One sister 

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?

Maybe on the border in the us to help with the refugee crisis

favorite snapchat filter? 

I don’t use filters 

favorite makeup brand(s)

I couldn’t tell ya.  My mother in law buys my makeup. 

how many times a week do you shower?

Whenever my hair gets unmanageable

favorite tv show?

Ho boy, Leverage or Emergency! Probably 

shoe size?

8.5 women’s

how tall are you?

5 foot, 7 inches

sandals or sneakers? 

I have tanline stripes on my feet lol, definitely sandals.  But cheap, comfy ones

do you go to the gym? 

If I’m actively training for a race, then yeah.  Otherwise I hate it.

describe your dream date

On our honeymoon we got to stay in a (supposedly) haunted mansion in New York.  It was amazing.  Also it would be awesome to like, go through someone’s attic or something? 

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

I have a bunch of culver’s coupons?

what color socks are you wearing? 

None, I’m wearing sandals :) 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

One

do you have a job? what do you do? 

Nope, I’ve been looking for 5 months and haven’t found anything in my field, but I would love to work for a nonprofit.

how many friends do you have? 

Not many.  I have a few acquaintances I met in college, a couple good friends from high school, and some of my husband’s friends that I consider good friends as well

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

Cut my best friend out of my life in order to get rid of another (toxic) relationship.  Regret it every single day. 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

There’s these Fir tree or whatever candles they sell around Christmas that smell just like the holidays and they’re my favorite

3 favorite boy names

Mason

Cameron

Eliot

3 favorite girl names

Eleanora

Rosalind

Kalia (Ka-lee-a)

favorite actor? 

I don’t really have one lol. I like the guy that plays Eliot on Leverage, and I like the guy that plays Johnny on Emergency, but I don’t really follow celebrities too much. 

favorite actress? 

See above 

who is your celebrity crush?

Despite my previous statements, I have a massive crush on Cote de Pablo. 

favorite movie? 

Idk if I could choose just one! Encanto and Moana for disney movies, McFarland, USA and The Outsiders for other movies, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

I read quite a bit.  I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite book, but the most influential has been The Latehomecomer by Kao Kalia Yang

money or brains? 

Brains, always.  You can get along without money but not without brains 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

My dad calls me flounderlips and squidlips and flapjoint.

how many times have you been to the hospital?

Couple times for migraines.

top 10 favorite songs

Currently? Or of all time?  We’re gonna go with currently as the list changes constantly. 

 Best Bad Habit by Danny Warsnop 

 Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil 

Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton 

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel 

Godmanchester Chinese Bridge by The Howl and The Hum 

Outlaw Pete by Bruce Springsteen 

A Symptom of Being Human by Shinedown 

Sometimes on a Sunday by The Glorious Sons 

Sing for the Common Man by Dolly Parton 

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot  

do you take any medications daily? 

Yeah I take migraine meds twice a day and vitamins at night

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Idk, normal? I’ve never really thought about it 

what is your biggest fear? 

Amounting to nothing, probably.  I’m also pretty claustrophobic 

how many kids do you want? 

3

whats your go to hair style?

I have curly hair so wash and scrunch. Usually it’s in a ponytail or lazy bun 

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

Big old house built in 1925.  

who is your role model? 

I don’t have a specific role model.  I try to pull bits and pieces from all different things in life- favorite authors, people I meet, tv shows, parents, teachers, and friends, etc. 

what was the last compliment you received?

My husband told me my novel idea was incredibly original. 

what was the last text you sent?

I told my friends I don’t like frosted cookies as much as I used to. 

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

1st grade

what is your dream car? 

1967 Chevy Impala SS Coupe. I have indeed put much thought and research into this.  I would also be interested in a 1967 Shelby Cobra but I’ve never even seen one in person

opinion on smoking?

If you’re going to smoke I’d rather you smoke cigarettes around me than vape.  Idk but vaping really gets under my skin. 

do you go to college? 

Graduated December 2022

what is your dream job? 

I want to work for a nonprofit in their immigration department helping immigrants and refugees settle in and work through their transition to America.  Would also be interested in someday working as an immigration lawyer 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

Rural.  Our town has about 3000 people.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

I used to but I don’t anymore. 

do you have freckles? 

No

do you smile for pictures?

Yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

1062

have you ever peed in the woods? 

Many times

do you still watch cartoons? 

All the time.  

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Never had Wendy’s nuggies and I don’t really like McDonald’s 

Favorite dipping sauce? 

Fun fact, I don’t like any dipping sauce. 

what do you wear to bed? 

Shorts and a tshirt 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

HA good joke

 what are your hobbies?

Writing and music 

can you draw? 

Not even a little 

do you play an instrument?

Flute, clarinet, saxophone, and I’m learning guitar 

what was the last concert you saw? 

Nothing More last year 

tea or coffee?

I like both 

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Neither 

do you want to get married?

Been married over 2 years 

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

My husband’s name is Daniel ;) 

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

Yup, it was a pain in the butt 

what color looks best on you? 

I like dark red on me

do you miss anyone right now? 

Yes, my best friend in high school 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Door closed, I watch a lot of Emergency and am paranoid of housefires 

do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

When somebody’s turning left and the person behind them can’t wait 2 SECONDS for them to turn and they speed around them on the shoulder

last person you called`

My daddy 

favorite ice cream flavor? 

Chocolate

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

For knockoffs, golden.  For name brand, regular. 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

Rainbow

what shirt are you wearing? 

I’m not, I’m wearing a sundress. 

what is your phone background?

Nate and Eliot from Leverage being dorks 

are you outgoing or shy?

I’m really shy until I get to know people 

do you like it when people play with your hair?

Depends on the state of affairs.  If it’s already a mess I love it, if I just watched it, you’re risking your life by touching my curls 

do you like your neighbors? 

Yeah they’re nice. 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

At night

have you ever been high? 

Nope

have you ever been drunk? 

Nope

last thing you ate? 

Salmon

favorite lyrics right now

From Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil: “Time doesn’t respect what doesn’t respect it/ And kind isn’t a word I would use for man/ If everyone’s made in his image and even he couldn’t perfect it/ Then what the hell makes anyone think we can”

summer or winter? 

Summer for sure. I live in Wisconsin 

day or night? 

Day. I like the sun 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

Dark 

favorite month? 

I like May and June, but also September and October 

what is your zodiac sign

Aquarius 

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

My husband