#you WILL look at the lil spirit medium

[ind1c0lite]

Redrew one of Maya's sprites!

[spiderwcd]

sense | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x medium ! f ! reader

summary: colby meets a new medium for their video, but he didn't expect to have a crush on her 

w.c.: 5.4k

warning(s): talk about paranormal, creepy activity, a lil steamy moment

a/n:  like sleep tight, the hauntings are made up and the story line does not exist. i do want to add that, i suck at writing a lot of like investigative stories so please don’t judge me. also I had requests for this type of story, ironically I was already working on it so hope you guys enjoy it

images from pinterest !

"Is anyone gonna join us?" Colby asked, packing his camera into his bag. 

"Actually, yeah, some girl that Celina referred from the home town," Sam replied. "She's supposed to be a medium." He added. 

The two guys finally we're going to investigate the infamous orphanage that is supposedly haunted by the spirits of the children that died. They had finally done the research and were ready to go investigate. 

"Cool, what's this girl's name?" Colby inquired. 

"Uhm, I think it's y/n?" Sam stopped to think, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, I texted her this morning letting her know we're going to catch a flight there, she's our ride." Sam chuckled, putting away his phone into his pocket. 

Colby let the name sit in his brain for a little, hoping to remember it later. It wasn't long before they were on their flight there. It was quite a while, editing and looking over their notes. 

When they landed, Sam kept searching for her face and Colby totally lost who they were supposed to look for. Sam's eyes soon lit up, recognizing her in the crowd. He waved at her, bringing her attention towards them. 

Colby finally noticed who they looked for, catching a glimpse of her. He felt his body heat up, flustered at her beauty. She was gorgeous, her hair running down her shoulders and her smile radiating through the crowds of people passing, he was surprised he didn't notice her earlier. She'd look like your typical medium, having a great style in all black, wearing an oversized band shirt, black sleeves underneath that hung over her jeans. 

"Hey guys!" Y/n greeted them, hugging Sam then moving over to Colby.

Colby felt his heart flutter and couldn't help but take her scent in, practically intoxicating. As she pulled away from her embrace, Colby couldn't help but feel disappointed. She offered them a smile and a hand with their luggage, but they declined the help. 

They moved their things into her car, ready for the trip over to their hotel. On the way there, she played music that practically matched Colby's taste. He felt as if he found his soulmate then and there. 

Sam kept asking her about herself and getting to know her. 

"So tell me, what type of medium are you?" Sam wondered. "If you don't mind me asking, of course." 

"It's okay, I like answering these, well, it's weird but I sorta have different types of abilities," Y/n began, steering the wheel. "I can let spirits communicate through me, so I'll channel them into my consciousness, letting them talk." She answered. 

"Other abilities? like what?" Colby asked, curious as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Well, I'm sure you have other mediums with my ability to see beyond what you guys can see," Y/n chuckled, amused at their curiosity. "I sort of have a heightened sense and I can see actual spirits walking around and hear whispers." 

"You know, I think you're the only medium we met who can just surrender themselves to let spirits talk through them." Sam chuckled. 

"Oh well I don't do it often, only with spirits I trust." Y/n added. 

As she finished her sentence, they had finally made their way to their hotel. It didn't take long before the three of them were inside the room, talking about random stuff. Colby couldn't help but watch her as she laughed and moved around the room. 

"What's so interesting about Nebraska?" Sam joked, starting a conversation. 

"If i'm being honest," Y/n sighed. "Nothing." She laughed. 

"Oh, that's great," Sam laughed back. "I don't want to get into the video already, but tell me, why is Nebraska so significant with orphanages?" He continued, pulling out his camera and beginning to record. 

"Well, do you guys know about the Orphan Train Movement?" She asked, leaning back on the bed she sat on. 

"No, never really heard of it." Colby replied, shaking his head. 

"Well, Nebraska is like the center of all the railways, so in the 1850's all the way until the 1920's, people would send orphans on the train from like the crowded East Coast cities into the midwest, mostly Nebraska," Y/n explained. "So, we used to have a lot of orphanages just like Haven Orphanage." She continued. 

"Really? that's really interesting." Sam commented, facing the camera towards her. 

"Yeah, again I don't really have much knowledge about it but that's what I know," Y/n corrected. "Hopefully the guide will explain it better." 

Y/n decided it's best if she lets them settle in, letting her also collect herself and prepare for their investigation. she said her goodbyes before leaving. She had to admit, she had a crush on Colby for a while. But she didn't want to feed her delusions and say he felt the same, telling herself he was probably being friendly. 

When she had left, Sam turned over to colby. 

"You so have a crush on her." Sam laughed. 

Colby turned red, covering his face, "Shut up." He muttered. 

"Hey, I just never seen you so quiet around a girl," Sam admitted. "Come on, you gonna make a move?" Sam enticed him.

Colby sighed for a second, looking at his best friend, "I-i don't know, she's only being nice, I don't want to embarrass myself and get rejected." 

"Really? Colby Brock getting rejected? Haven't seen that happen yet." Sam teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes, playfully. "Whatever, let’s just focus on this investigation for now." he averted the subject. 

Sam just gave him a look, as if it wasn't over just yet. He agreed to his friend's idea, pulling out his notes and taking more notes. 

Six o'clock came a lot earlier than they hoped, making their way to the orphanage. As they pulled into the building, they noticed y/n already waiting out front for them. Colby felt his heart beat a bit faster seeing her there. He examined her outfit and her demeanor, admiring her. 

They began making their way up towards the front doors, seeing the guide also there. It didn't take long for y/n to turn around and notice them, putting a smile on her face and her heart to melt a bit seeing colby. 

"What's up guys?" Y/n offered them a smile. "I was just talking to Morgan here about the building." She pointed towards the other woman. 

They greeted their guide, offering a warm greeting. They all introduced themselves, joking and laughing a bit. 

"Well, are you guys ready for the tour?" Morgan asked them. 

"Yeah, for sure lead the way." Sam nodded, following her. 

"Well this building was built in 1863, it was originally an orphanage named Haven Orphanage for Moved or Unwanted children," Morgan started, pointing towards the building. "It's said to be haunted, due to cruel conditions like overcrowding and shortage of supplies. The government didn't really want to pay for any orphanages, unfortunately causing it to be absolute hell for the children and staff." She continued, clasping her hands together. 

"Yeah, off the bat I already feel like some negative energy," Y/n motioned with her hands towards the building. "Like I feel a negative spirit lurking." 

"Yeah, so that you're feeling is Ruby," Morgan clarified. "She was one of the staff, she was very cruel to the children and it's rumored she sold her soul to the devil for the place to keep standing, but unfortunately she passed away from unknown causes." She continued. 

Everyone looked around, widened eyes painted on their faces. 

"Wow, okay so more demons." Sam chuckled.

"Well, it's not all bad energy," Morgan stopped him. "There's a lot of children spirits in here, they're rather playful and kind. But they do like to mess with you so don't get too scared from it." She added. 

"Wait, why am I kinda excited," y/n replied, covering her smile. "I never talked to children's spirits before." She admitted. 

"Well, it'll be a new experience for everyone then." Morgan chuckled, "Shall we start the tour then?" She suggested. 

The group agreed, making their way into the building. Immediately everyone looked around the place, noticing the different decor and admiring the ceilings. 

"So, as you can see, the building has a lot of character to it," Morgan pointed out. "But don't be fooled, there are a lot of dark corners of this building." 

Aas they went deeper into the hallway, they looked around seeing the admission office and different classrooms. 

"This was the classrooms, they would attend school here but the staff wasn't very kind," Morgan began. "A lot of the staff would use punishments that were unorthodox, like paddling which was spanking with a wooden paddle." She added. 

Colby looked over to Sam, "Maybe I should be punished." He whispered, causing y/n and Sam to laugh a bit. 

They soon wandered up the stairs, examining the stained glass on their way up. Y/n smiled as her eyes traveled around the beautiful structure, while Colby couldn’t help but watch her move and how beautiful she was. 

When they made their way up, they noticed the many bedrooms with bunk beds. As y/n began following the guide, she heard a loud metallic thump in one of the rooms. She jumped a bit, surprised by the sound. Unexpectedly, she jumped back into Colby's arms, causing her to become embarrassed. 

Colby's hands were wrapped around her for a moment before y/n, releasing her when she cleared her throat and looked down flustered. “Sorry, that just scared the shit out of me.” She muttered, placing a hand on her chest. 

“That's probably Billy,” Morgan mentioned, pointing towards one of the darkened rooms. “He likes to mess with tourists, he’s a prankster but he’s harmless.” She added. 

Y/n couldn't help but notice a small figure move out of her eyeline, causing her to swing her head towards the room. The guys followed her swift movements, examining the dark room. 

"Did you see something?" Colby asked her, looking back at her. 

Y/n tried focusing her eyes into the darkness, but nothing came up, "Could've sworn I saw something..." She whispered. 

As Sam pointed the camera towards the darkness, he zoomed into the room. "Well we definitely have to come back here for something," he commented. 

As they continued making their way further into the building, Colby couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful at every angle, he wanted to protect her from anything and everything. Y/n noticed his gaze, being a medium and all, and turned to him. Colby quickly averted his gaze off her, flustered yet again and awkwardly kept walking. 

Y/n blushes as well, trying to rationalize. She cleared her throat as she began making her way towards one of the bedrooms. 

"This was one of the girls' rooms," Morgan explained, pointing towards the different bedsheets of muted pinks and purples. "This doesn't have much activity besides a little girl who likes to sing from time to time, she's a rather sweet ghost." 

"Sam, this one should be your favorite," Colby teases, mentioning the Sallie house. 

Sam laughs, facing his friend, "I think I'm okay without another attachment." 

They all exchanged laughs as they averted their attention towards the sudden faint sounds of footsteps, followed by the rocking chair in the corner slowly creaking as it rocked back and forth. 

They went silent, looking at each other and back at the scene. But the chair just ceases its movements. 

"Okay, what the actual fuck." Colby whispered, covering his mouth in shock. 

Y/n felt a cold touch travel down her arm, as if someone swiped her arm. She looked around, trying to find the source. She felt a faint whisper in her ear, a name. 

"That was the little girl, her name is Beth if you would like to talk to her." Morgan suggested.

Y/n's jaw flew down, realizing what the name was. "You're kidding," she gasped. "I literally heard like a whisper or something with that name." She announced, crossing her arms as she felt the cold begin to engulf her. 

Sam and Colby turned to her, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Oh my god, maybe Beth wants to talk or something?" Sam considered, pointing the camera towards her direction. 

Y/n nodding, agreeing. She had experiences like this, but never this strong. She felt like her body was vibrating and buzzing with the constant movements and voices. 

"Are you okay?" Colby asked, furrowing his brows as he noticed her body shake. 

Y/n nodded slightly, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Yeah just there's so much happening right now, I keep hearing different types of voices and seeing figures around the corner of my eye." She mentioned. 

Colby's eyes washed over with concern, having the need to protect her. "Did you want to take a break or anything?" He asked her, worry coated in his voice. 

Y/n smiled at his empathy, "I'll be okay, just my body is buzzing a bit, but thank you." She breathed out, flustered at his concern. 

Before they knew it, they had made their way to the darkest part of the building. The basement was where supposedly a lot of the children died from cruel punishments, creating a lot of angry spirits. 

"Okay, so before we make our way around," Morgan began, turning back to the group of people. "There is a lot of negative energy here, they will try to hurt you. People always leave here with scratches and even have been pushed off the stairs going to the basement." She warned. 

The group felt tense, nervous about what comes next. When they entered the dimly lit room, they could barely navigate through the dark basement as they stayed close to each other. 

Y/n heard something fall, causing her to jump forward and instinctively grab the person's hand. That person being Colby. She blushed as she realized who it was, clearing her throat and mumbling an apology. 

"It's okay," Colby assured, smiling but she couldn't see it. "You can hold my hand if you want, I'm sorta shitting bricks right now too." He chuckled, stretching out his hand to her. 

She felt her heart skip a beat, hesitantly reaching for his hand. As she grabbed onto his hand, she felt her body rush with electricity. Y/n was glad that the room was too dark to see her flustered face. 

"Alright guys," Morgan sighed, stopping under a lightbulb. "This was where most of the children actually died." She mentioned. 

Y/n felt a wave of sadness coarse through her body, her lip beginning to quiver. Colby looked over to her, seeing the glisten of her tears. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asked her, his brows furrowed with worry. 

"Y-Yeah, I just felt this wave of sadness," she sniffled in response. "like I feel them telling me something so horrible happened to them." She added. 

Colby felt sad to see her cry, wanting to wipe her tears away. Instead he gripped onto her hand firmly, reassuring her. 

Morgan nodded at her comment, "It was actually gruesome," she began. "The kids would be punished here, starved, even beaten. A lot of that resulted in death." 

Everyone in the group frowned, so much remorse for the poor children's lives that were lost. 

"But," Morgan cut in. "Like I mentioned before, there is an adult spirit who haunts here, Ruby. It's rumored she was murdered down here or the other theory was she was pushed out of one of the windows." 

They thought for a moment, feeling a cold chill rush through them causing them to shiver for a bit. 

"Did you guys feel that?" Sam asked, pointing the camera towards them, ignoring their grasp on each other. 

The two nodded, their eyes darting throughout the basement. 

"Man, I don't like the vibe I'm getting here." Y/n whispered, trying to inch closer to Colby. 

Colby agreed, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her closer to his body. He felt so protective of her, wanting her to be safe. 

"Yeah, we don't want to be down here for too long," Morgan began making her way back to the exit. "People get seriously hurt here." She added, sternly. 

Y/n's eyes widened, looking up at Colby. He looked back once he noticed her glance and smiled as he guided her towards the exit. 

Once they exited the creepy basement, y/n let go as she thought Colby wouldn't want Sam to see their hold, causing Colby to become disappointed. 

Morgan led the group towards the front of the building, Y/n walking alongside with her as Sam and Colby hung behind them. 

"Dude, I saw you guys down there," Sam smirked, grabbing Colby's attention. "You know, holding hands," He teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes as he flustered at his best friend's teasing, "So what?" He murmured. 

"Admit it, you like her, don't you?" Sam asked, wiggling his brows slightly. 

This only caused Colby to get more embarrassed, looking away from his best friend. 

Sam only chuckled, reaching the doors to the building as they parted ways with Morgan. They thanked her, offering her farewells, and advice. 

As soon as Morgan left, the group looked at each other. Y/n tried to avoid her gaze on Colby, not wanting to seem desperate for his attention. 

"Alright, I think we should use the spirit box," Sam began, rummaging through his bag. "And I have some toys that might interest the kids." Sam added as he pulled out various children's toys and the infamous Alice box. 

"Okay, sounds good." Colby agreed, nodding with the plan. 

Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out something she heard in the building. She figured it was nothing, brushing it off slightly. They began making their way back towards the doors they just exited, seeing the dark hallways stretch down. 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. Soon, she started making her way towards the two who had already made it halfway down the hallway as they discussed plans. 

She tried to catch up to them, but stopped when she saw it. She stopped at the intersection of hallways, staring down the much larger hallway. 

Colby looked behind him, seeing y/n stuck in a trance like state. He made his way back to her, nudging her to see what's wrong. 

"Y-You guys don't see it don't you?" She whispered, her eyes glued on the other side of the barren hallway. 

Colby and Sam looked over to where she was staring, unable to locate the problem. 

"No, Y/n we only see the hallway." Colby shook his head, worry creeping into his skin. 

As Sam tried to begin his sentence, Y/n quickly cut him off. 

"Holy fuck, that thing just moved." Y/n whispered, her hands shaking a bit. 

"What? What did you see?" Sam asked, looking around the hallway. 

Y/n turned to the two, her eyes widened slightly. 

"Okay, as I was about to make my way towards you guys," y/n explained. "I stopped because I heard this whisper, almost telling me to come over here kinda. So I look down the hallway and I see this fucking thing, it was like tall and black and clothed with some weird black clothes, it kept staring at me even when you guys came over. Then it grinned and walked away." She elaborated, her voice beginning to shake as she covered her mouth a bit with her shaking hand. 

Sam and Colby look at each other for a moment, worried. 

"Yeah, okay so already a lot of shit is happening." Sam sighed, feeling a pressure build up in his chest. 

Colby nodded, licking his lips as he began to speak, "let's just get this investigation over with so we can leave," he suggested. "Are you okay to keep going?" He asked Y/n, his brows furrowed. 

Y/n nodded her head, exhaling a deep breath out. "Yeah, just that freaked me out but i'm sure it's nothing." She convinced herself. 

With that, the three made their way to one of the bedrooms, trying to contact one of the nicer spirits. 

"Okay guys, so we have the new Alice box," Sam pointed the camera to the machine. "It's like a spirit box, reading through channels and frequencies so the spirits talk through it." He explained. 

Y/n looked around the room a bit, examining the surroundings well. Colby couldn't help but stare at her face, watching as her eyes darted around. Y/n looked over to Colby's glance and Colby smiled a bit, causing her to blush yet again. She's lost track of how many times she caught him doing things that she keeps reading into. Clearly he's being friendly, but really how friendly?

"Okay let's ask some questions for the little girls that stay in this room." Sam began, clasping his hands after he turned on the small device.

"...hello?..." 

A female voice rang throughout the room, the echo bouncing off the walls. Y/n furrowed her brows, pulling out her notebook as she began to scribble words that came up in her mind. 

She stopped at the word, she looked down and thought of it for a moment. She noticed something, a pair of eyes on her notebook. But it wasn't a spirit, just colby snooping. She smiled a bit, turning her notebook over to Colby. 

He looked at her then lined the pieces of paper with the random ink on letters and drawings. As he read the words, suddenly the Alice box answered. 

"...chair..."

Colby's jaw hung open, looking over to Sam and the paper. Y/n's actions mimicking his. 

"Dude," y/n gasped, displaying her notebook to Sam and the camera. "I wrote that not even 2 minutes earlier, Colby saw it too." She explained. 

Sam’s mouth hung open a bit, shocked. "No fucking way." 

But before they could say anything else, the Alice box spoke again. 

"...girl..." 

"I mean, this is the girl's room." Y/n explained. The two guys nodded, still confused what the spirits are trying to say. 

"...man... hallway..." 

Y/n froze, goosebumps running down her body. "Oh my god, it's talking about that thing I saw." She whispered. 

"Do you know the thing that Y/n saw in that hallway?" Colby asked into the open air. 

The Alice box stayed silent for a moment, occasionally spewing random words that didn't make sense. But as they were about to turn it off, it spoke. 

"... can't say..." 

"Can't say? Why can't you say anything?" Y/n asked yet again, scribbling into her notebook. 

"...won't..." "...let us..." 

"He maybe has a hold on them," Sam suggested, rubbing his chin slightly. "It's possible it's a demon." He added. 

"...evil..." 

They looked at each other and didn't say anything for a moment, Y/n turning her notebook over to reveal the word written on the paper. evil. 

Then the rem pod near the door started going off, a chill running down Y/n's back as the room became cold.

"Okay, this is actually so freaky," Sam chuckled a bit, pointing the camera towards the door. "The rem pod went off after Y/n wrote evil AND the Alice box said evil." 

Y/n sat up, ears perking up a bit as she listened carefully to the air. "Okay, I don't know if it's just me, but the room went completely freezing, and I feel something negative in here." She blurted out. 

"Yeah, I feel the cold," Sam agreed. "Could it be that thing you saw earlier?" He inquired. 

Y/n shook her head, "No, that was like paralyzing fear," She noted. "This one.. it's just mad." She whispered out. 

Concern painted on Colby's expression, clearly reading her body language as uncomfortable. 

"Hey, maybe let's end it in this room," Colby proposed. "A lot more places to investigate." 

Sam nodded, reaching for the equipment as he turned it off. Y/n sat up, but quickly recoiled forward. Colby noticed it, confused. 

"You okay?" he asked, helping her stabilize herself. 

Y/n looked around as Colby held onto her arm. "Y-Yeah, just something pushed me," She answered. "like I was standing up, and I felt a shove on my upper back." 

The group quickly exited the room, making their way down to the basement. They were going to explore more of the place, but seeing how y/n kept being targeted clearly for her abilities they weren't comfortable making her go through it. 

The feeling of uneasiness returned, entering the frigid basement. The dim light still remained on, barely illuminating the space around them. 

"Alright guys, we're going to the basement," Sam mentioned into the camera, showing the dark room. "We're going to do the Estes method down here, Colby is going to do it today." he spun the camera towards Colby's direction, zooming into his face. 

"Wow, face of excitement right there." Y/n joked, causing Colby to break his monotone expression to light up with laughter. 

She felt her heart jump, hearing his laughter brightening her spirit up. She could listen to it all day if she could. Colby soon sat on the barren concrete floor, Y/n handing him the blindfold followed with the headphones. His hands brushing up against her, followed by a smirk on his face. 

She cleared her throat, backing away from him. 

"Alright Colby, can you hear us?" Sam asked, testing out the volume. Colby doesn't say anything, listening to the random static coming through the headphones. 

"Okay, whoever dwells in this basement, are you the supposed member of staff that passed away?" Sam questioned, awaiting Colby's answer. 

"Perhaps." Colby replied. 

"So it's a bit sassy." Y/n chuckled a bit followed by Sam's chuckles. 

"Well, is it true you did rituals to keep this place running?" Sam added. 

Colby stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen carefully to the voices ringing through. 

"Force." Colby blurted. "protect," he continued. 

They looked at each other, trying to decipher what was spoken. 

"What did you do to protect this building?" Y/n asked, furrowing her brows. 

"Colby." Colby said. "Crush." 

Sam looked over to y/n and smirked a bit, "I think it's speaking for you." 

Y/n smacked Sam playfully, a blush covering her face. 

"Kissing," Colby furrowed his brow under his mask. "Tree." 

Sam bursted into laughter, nearly dropping to the floor. Y/n covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. Colby, still oblivious to what's happening, is still spewing out words. Sam tapped him, alerting him to pull out of his trance. 

Colby removed his blindfold, followed by the headphones. He noticed Sam's laughter and Y/n's embarrassed face behind her hands. 

"What? What happened?" Colby asked, curious why Sam was practically rolling on the floor. 

Sam calmed down, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “It said kiss and then tree,” Sam coughed a bit. “It was teasing you.” He pointed towards Colby. 

Colby's face became warm, blushing until his face was red, “Yeah real funny, Sam.” Colby muttered with a sigh. 

Y/n cleared her throat, cheeks still flaming hot. "Well, let's just continue what we came here for." Y/n grumbled, her arms folded on her chest. 

Sam wiped his eyes, cooling down from his laughter. "Wow, that was too good."

Sam began making his way towards the stairs, leaving Y/n and Colby behind his trail.

"Sorry about him." Colby let out with a sigh, rubbing his neck. 

Y/n smiled up at him slightly, "I-Its okay, I know he's just teasing." She blushed. 

Colby simply nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It wasn't too long before they had explored the whole place, investigating where they could. But then the time to sleep in the actual building came, which y/n began overthinking about. She knew she agreed to sleep alone, but she was too scared after her encounter with that thing in the hallway. 

"Alright guys, it's time for us to split up and sleep in separate rooms," Sam urged. "We figured with the whole Y/n seeing the spirit in the hallway, we're going to sleep in rooms next to each other just to ensure safety." Sam explained. 

Y/n fiddled with her fingers slightly, anxiety beginning to heighten. She bit her lip as they began setting up camp in their rooms. She grabbed her sleeping bag, making their way towards one of the girl's rooms. her heart began beating against her chest as she sat on top of her sleeping bag, listening to every crack and noise around her. 

She rubbed her face, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. But then she heard a faint knocking on the window directly behind her. She just stared at the moonlight that illuminated through the glass in front of her. She quickly sat up, quickly walking towards the closed door. As she opened the door, Colby's chest pressed up against hers. She yelped as she got freighted by the unexpected visit. 

Y/n pressed her hand onto her chest, trying to calm herself down. "Holy shit Colby, you scared the fuck out of me!" She lightly slapped his chest. 

Colby chuckled a bit, trying to lighten up the mood, "Sorry, I couldn't sleep, plus I knew this was your first time staying alone in a haunted place so I wanted to keep you some company." He admitted. 

Y/n felt her heart softly flutter, touched by his gesture, "Yeah, I sorta kept hearing things, I was gonna go to you." She confessed. 

Colby smiled, glad she found comfort in his presence, "Mind if I sleep in the same room as you then?" He requested. 

"Not at all," Y/n quickly replied, walking back to her sleeping bag onto the floor. Colby followed, his pillow and sleeping bag in his hands. "I wonder if Sam is shitting himself alone." She chuckled as she hugged her knees close to her chest. 

Colby sat next to her as he laid out his temporary bed, chuckling at the comment, "He'll be fine," He waved off, "After he laughed at us,he can sleep by himself." 

Y/n laughed a bit, looking down towards the floor. Colby couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her features in the moonlight. She noticed his gaze, moving her attention back towards him. 

"W-What?" She asked him, confused. 

"Nothing," Colby shrugged. "You're just really beautiful." He whispered. 

She flustered as she looked away as her cheeks painted with a deep color, "Oh, stop it." She muttered, playing with her fingernails. 

Colby's fingers landed on her jaw, moving her to face back towards him. She looked up into his eyes, seeming to get pulled closer towards him. 

"Well, it's true," He added, but couldn't help but lean towards her lips as his eyes kept glancing to her eyes and back to her lips. "I couldn't stop staring at you all day," he revealed. 

She felt her body heat up, unknowingly pressing closer to him. "Well, maybe I knew," She replied, feeling his hand on top of hers. "Maybe I was staring too." 

With that, Colby's lips landed on her. She gladly accepted as her lips pieced together perfectly. Colby's hand laced with hers, like previously that night. He lightly held her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

But soon, Colby pulled away, leaving them panting as they rested each other's forehead on one another. Y/n couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, causing Colby to wonder. 

"What?" He wondered. 

"Nothing," She added, rubbing her thumb on his hand. "Just, there were at least three little girls in here giggling." She confessed. 

Colby let out a laugh, pulling away as he looked around the room, "Well, you guys should give us some space." He announced into the room. 

The next morning, the sun began to shine through their window. The rays of light hitting their eyes, causing their eyes to flutter open. Y/n was the first one to notice him, seeing his wide smile on his face. Sam pointed the camera at the two, giggling as he noticed her to wake up. 

Y/n looked over next to her, noticing the boy clung onto her as he laid onto her chest. She threw her pillow towards Sam, causing him to laugh loudly which woke up Colby. Colby rubbed his eyes, adjusting his vision to the bright room. 

"What the-." Colby grumbled, looking up towards y/n's tired face. 

"Dude, how long have you guys been cuddling?" Sam exclaimed, putting away the camera. 

"Shut up sam." Colby muttered, his head landing onto his pillow. y/n sat up, covering her face. 

"Sam, it's too early for this, can you please leave us alone." Y/n groaned.

"Fine, fine I'll let you love birds be." Sam teased, wiggling his brows a bit before he shut the door behind him as he left. 

Y/n looked over to Colby who was laying on his side. She smiled a bit, still exhausted. He returned the smile, still amazed by her beauty. 

"Does this mean you'd go out with me? or do you already know that I was gonna ask you out?" He finally asked. 

Y/n chuckled dryly, "Colby, I’m a medium, not psychic," She rolled her eyes playfully. "But yes, I will go out with you."

[smoothielenny]

ʟɪʟʏ ᴘᴀᴅ

Part Seven [Final]

Ao’nung x Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: Tulkuns have returned. Ao’nung wanted you to meet his spirit brother. Despite of not being a well diver, he guided you.

Note: it’s a short chapter so yeah, and a lil doodle of your clothing the whole time.

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After the day of you and your mother reconcile, she let you out again without any supervision. You inhale the cold air that lightly brush on your body. Then exhale slowly. You can finally breathe again with freedom. You watched the waves of water hearing it too.

“You woke up early today.” Ao’nung hugs you from the back resting his chin on your head. You giggled feeling his warmth. He missed that from you. That giggle, that smile, that bubbly personality of yours. Now he can finally see it again.

“Today, the tulkun will return. I want you to meet my spirit brother. After that we will have a big celebration.” He said sweetly. You’ve heard about the tulkun when Lo’ak talk about this creature who saved him from the akula.

“I would love to meet him.” You look up and gave him a warm smile. He kiss your forehead and also smiled.

“I’m sure he will love you.”

“Everyone! Our sister and brothers are back!” Tsireya called. Everyone started diving through water excited to meet their spirit siblings. Your mother lend you the mask. You took it and put it on you. Ao’nung then called your name inviting you to ride on the ilu.

Ao’nung made the ilu dive underwater. It was the first time you saw what’s under it. Full of corals, fishes, and any other thing. Your smile is contagious, Ao’nung’s lips are also curled into a smile seeing you happy seeing the under water.

“He’s over there.” He signed. Though you didn’t understand, you just nodded. A second later, you both saw a medium tulkun waiting for someone and that is Ao’nung. The tulkun made a happy noise seeing Ao’nung. Both of you signed “I see you” to the tulkun and he made a noise. Despite not knowing what they are saying, you couldn’t help but to smile at their interactions. Ao’nung being happy talking to his spirit brother—you thought it was cute.

The night has come and everyone has been getting ready for the celebration. Your sister and brothers dressing up for the occasion. Earlier Tsireya gave you a beautiful top that is weaved with shells and pearls, she also gave you a skirt like bottom. You wore it feeling a bit exposed from the clothes. You usually wear a maxi dress to cover your whole body, but you didn’t wanna be rude to Tsireya so you kept it on you.

Your family gathered in the place where the celebration is held. Everyone is already dancing, singing, and playing instruments. It was a lively night. You saw Ao’nung chatting with his friends then his friends were pointing at you which he turned around to see your figure bejeweled with shells and pearls. He walked to slowly taking your beauty. You felt shy about your clothing making you blush. Him too is blush, but for a different reason.

“H-hello Ao’nung.” You twirled your hair lock feeling is intense stare at you. You couldn’t even look at his eyes because of you feeling embarrassed.

“Ma’(y/n). You look gorgeous.” He gets close to you, caressing your cheeks. Your soft smile showed and now looking at him. The gap between you has closed with a soft kiss. You can both finally show affection in from of everybody, not caring about what others think. Both of you all know is that you love each other and no one will stop that.

The end.

[odetodilfs]

Hey could you do a fan fic where how Din Dijarin like goes on a mission kind of between the events of The boob of boba fett where he gave away Grougu “baby yoda” and goes on a bounty hunting mission but gets a unexpected partner on the way and Din doesn’t trust him at first but then starts like trusting him more and then kinda start having feeling you could make it fluff or smut it doesn’t matter as long the story is good. this could have potential to be more then 1 part but it depends on how you do it please and thank you

Two guys in a spaceship

Hey anon!! I loved writing this it was so damn cute!! I decided to make it pure fluff and a very soft Din at the end.

Pairing: Din Djarin x male!reader Warnings: Din being the quiet lil guy he is, kissing.

Din had been assigned a new bounty hunting mission in which they told him to expect a new partner, not that it was guaranteed, they had told him it was likely to happen. Din hated that, he wasn’t much of a talkative guy, and being in a spaceship with just one other person just wasn’t his kind of thing. He wouldn’t have minded if he was with 5 other people because that meant those 5 people would talk to each other and not him, but when it was just one other person, avoiding a conversation became difficult. It didn’t help that he had had to give away Grogu, so he was very depressed.

That was why they decided to send you, it was clear Din was extremely upset and low energy every day since he lost Grogu so they assigned you, in hopes to lift his spirits. You had the same orders to not take your helmet off in public, so neither of you knew what you looked like. You decided to greet Din, and leave a good first impression. He was sitting, just finishing the controls of the spaceship, “Hey… Din Djarin, right?” you asked,

“Yes,” he replied bluntly, damn, that hurt“I’m (your name), pleasure!!” you said cheerfully, you knew that beneath every grumpy man was a soft, caring man, and you were going to prove that, “Nice,” he just said, “Do you need help?” you asked, “No, just go, please” he said, and so you left, you wanted to make friends with him, not make him think you were a creep.

Several days went like this until you felt some noises coming from somewhere on the ship, you walked until you say Din curled up in a ball, he looked like he was crying, you knew the reason why; Grogu, but when you went to approach him he looked at you, he didn’t have his helmet on, both of you froze, “Oh- shit- I-” he said, fumbling his helmet back on, getting up, “Din, wait” you stopped him, you took off your helmet too, “Now we know who we are” you smiled at him, Din just nodded and left. You were standing there thinking, Din was extremely hot, his brown eyes, his mustache, his full looking lips, goddamn, he was a sight to behold.

This led you to be more flirty around him, but Din noticed that pushing you away was getting harder, he actually started liking your company and engaged in a couple medium length conversations with you, he was a pretty nice guy, he even opened up about dealing with Grogu’s loss, you told him to keep being strong, you both still had not taken off each other’s helmets ever since that time. Lucky for Din, as by now, he was blushing like crazy under that helmet, he couldn’t deny it anymore, he was starting to have feelings for you… 

One night, you were sitting, looking at the endless void that was space, you had not been as flirty with Din over the past few days, but now you were gonna drop and absolute bomb on the man; comment on his looks under the helmet, “You know, you should take off that helmet when we’re here, I love having something pretty to look at” you smirked at him, 

“Shut up, I’m not pretty” he said as he chuckled slightly, he had started to joke around with you, “Oh, yes you are, take off the helmet” you ordered softly, jokingly even, he looked at you for a second, then he took it off, those beautiful brown eyes looking at you again, his face flushed, you took it off, revealing a similar tone of scarlet blush, you looked at each other, “Din, you’re not pretty, you’re fucking gorgeous” you said as you leaned in, he let himself lean forward. You closed the gap between you as you kissed him, both of you humming into each other’s mouths, releasing the tension that had built up over the week you were together, you pulled apart to look at each other, both of you smiled, Din’s smile turned into a frown of thoughts. “Din?” you asked him, holding his shoulder, “We can do this again, right?” he asked, 

“Of course we can, as many times as you want,” you explained to him, 

“But, can we, can we stay together?” he asked timidly, “you’ve treated me better in one week than anyone’s treated me in my whole life” he confessed, sobbing a bit “Shhh, it’s fine, do you mean you want to… be more than just friends?” you asked, hoping for the answer you’d wanted, “If you want to” he smiled, “We can try, I wasn’t expecting to get a pretty boyfriend during a bounty hunt, but it’s killing 2 birds with one stone” you joked, he laughed as he leaned onto you, falling into your arms as you kissed his forehead, the dark void and stars shining behind you.

[dawnagustd]

demon time || pjm (18+)

❃ Festivaled Away: Wine & Spirits Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse​ 

⤞ Ticket: Celebratory Drinks ⤞ Main Event: Drinking Games ⤞ Games: Body Shots | Threesomes | Strangers | Sex Tape | Stripper Reader

⤞ title: demon time ⤞ pairing: club owner!jimin x stripper!reader x named female oc (Layla) ⤞ genre: angst | smut | strangers to lovers ⤞ summary: Breaking up with a cheater isn’t always enough. Sometimes you have to show a bitch how it’s done. ⤞ word count: 14k ⤞ rating: 18+ ⤞ warnings: pov switches | strong language | mentions storms and bad weather | cheating | fake dating | mentions revenge porn | sex tapes | plot twists | jealousy | break ups | alcohol consumption | the girls are fighting | jimin is somewhere in between a gentleman and a fuckboi | bisexual!reader | f/m/f threesome | driving the boat | drunk sex (everyone gives consent before they are impaired) | kitchen sex | face riding | inserts pretty cock emoji for jimin and it’s huge | cowgirl | ass slapping | body shots | cum shots | cum eating/play | face licking | nipple sucking | cum swapping | female anal play | fingering | pussy spanking | a few face slaps | male & female masturbation | dom!reader | sub!jimin | sub!oc | thigh riding | squirting | ab riding | food play | grinding | spitting | dry humping | tit slapping | light obedience play | a bit of a ma’am kink | throat grabbing | hair pulling | dirty talk | female on female intercourse | handjobs | i think some acts classify as voyeurism | deep throating | guided blowjob | gagging | jimin has a nipple and tongue piercing and tattoos | orgasm denial | playful & erotic tickling | pet names (jimin starts calling reader Kitty at some point) | hickeys | marking | multiple orgasms | cock worshiping | Instagram porn | degradation | name calling | unprotected sex (don’t do this; these whores are wild) | exhibitionism | public sex/elevator sex | standing sex | trust issues | mentions break ups | regret | mentions sex work…if i missed anything please let me know ⤞ a/n: Well here it is, late but here lol. This is slightly edited by me and my horrible eyesight so I apologize for mistakes. Thank you so much to @missgeniality for my beautiful banner and dividers. Check out her work here @imakeamess​ . Thank you Madame Kez @kimnjss​ for the prompts, I had so much fun! And I’ll stop talking now and let you read. Also, I managed to get it down to 14k yay!!! ⤞ playlist: savage remix - megan thee stallion ft beyoncé | in my face - mozzy, 2 chainz, saweetie, yg | slut me out - nle choppa | treat me - chlöe | big momma thang - lil kim | f.n.f(let’s go) - glorilla & hitkidd | pussy poppin (i don’t really talk like this) - rico nasty | hot shit - ye, lil durk, cardi b | distraction - kehlani | nann - trick daddy, trina | big ole freak - megan thee stallion | nights like this - kehlani, ty dolla $ign | thinking with my dick - kevin gates ft. juicy j

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“Hello?”

Jimin’s phone rings as soon as he steps out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and walks over to the sink to see who it is. To his surprise, it’s you.

Pink tracksuit girl.

He doesn’t know you that well. Only your place of work, your first name, and that you’re in a shitty relationship.

He met you randomly, leaving the downtown area one night. You were walking down the dark streets, looking upset and angry. Jimin isn’t anywhere near a gentleman, but he wouldn’t want someone he cared about walking alone like that, especially at night.

You were hesitant initially but accepted a ride from him after his persistence. 

Upon first glance, he could guess your profession. Glitter-streaked hair, a medium-sized black duffel bag, a pink suede tracksuit covering your nearly nude body—definitely a stripper.

After the third run-in, you told him you worked at the Penthouse, a strip club just three blocks away from his nightclub on Main Street. Quite often, your girlfriend would fail to pick you up—that’s how you’d end up in the passenger seat of his Ferrari that night a few months ago.

It was always the same issue each time. Even now, Jimin wonders why you were still with her. However, he isn’t one to pry into other people’s business. You’re an adult; you can handle whatever choices you make. He’s got his hands full with his personal life anyway. 

He’s never too busy to lend a helping hand, though. That’s why he gave you his number, so you can call whenever you need a ride—or if you ever decided that you’d like to ride him.

“Hey, Jimin. It’s me. The girl that works at the Penthouse—”

“Yeah, pink tracksuit.” A tired yawn accidentally escapes him while stating your real name. “Damn. My bad. But I know who you are, sweetheart. What’s up?”

He hears the sound of traveling vehicles and knows you’re walking somewhere. It’s only 10 PM, so he wonders if something happened at work. Guys can be pigs in those places, and he can only imagine how uncomfortable that would make you. Judging by your demeanor, he can tell you’re pretty introverted despite the expectations listed in your job description. 

“Everything's okay, huh?” he checks. 

His gut tells him something’s off, and your exasperated sigh lets him know he isn’t wrong.

“I’m okay, but they decided to send us home at the last minute… Said that the weather wouldn’t bring in many customers. My shift ended an hour ago,” you answer.

Jimin nods before putting his phone on speaker and setting it on the counter. He’s already getting dressed before you can ask him for a ride because it’s already raining, and your apartment is on the other side of town. No way you’d make it in these conditions, and he doesn’t want you to run into any trouble on the way there either. 

“Yeah, it’s about to get nasty out there. I shut down for the weekend because there’s supposed to be some flooding downtown,” Jimin mentions as he pulls up his sweats. “Do you need a ride home? I can come and pick you up—”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was going to ask, but you seem really tired, so no worries.”

Jimin scoffs. “Are you crazy? It’s pouring down out there. Where are you?”

Eventually, you answer, “At the bus stop on third. I was trying to wait out the rain, but.…”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

He grabs his phone and steps into his room to slide on some shoes. You start apologizing over the phone, but there’s really no need. Jimin’s not a saint—however, he has a mom, a sister, and maybe he’ll even have a daughter someday—he’d want someone to do the same for them if he wasn’t around to do it himself.

“Jimin, I am so sorry. I hope I’m not ruining your plans or anything. I had to cover all of the rent for this month, but once I can work a full night, I’ll repay you—”

“You’re good, babe. I’m not doing anything tonight.” 

Well, besides his “Friday night” a little later but nothing important.

“Sit tight. I’ll be there in like seven minutes,” he promises, then heads out the door.

He ends up staying on the line with you for the entire duration of his journey to be safe. Usually, downtown is just filled with nightlife and club hoppers. Still, it does have its shady areas like any other part of the city. Your job puts you at a greater risk of harm. 

He’s never visited the Penthouse, but after hearing his colleagues talk about it, he’d sure like to someday. Maybe even get a lap dance or a private show from his favorite dancer—which would be you, of course.

Jimin’s not blind. Even those loose-fitting pants you wear can’t hide a nice ass. 

You’re sculpted, that’s for sure, and pretty. Fuck, you’re so pretty. 

He has to remind himself to be respectful constantly when you’re in his car. Mainly because he doesn’t want a slap in the face. He also prefers his women to be single and able to give him their undivided attention. The last thing he wants is to be in the middle of some drama.

You don’t even seem like the type to step out. No matter how much this woman has put you through, you’re still loyal to her when you could have so much more. 

There are people out there who don’t mind your kind of work and would still respect you more than your girlfriend does. Hopefully, you’ll someday realize that and end that toxic relationship you’re currently in.

He can see how tired you are when he pulls up beside you, not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. He doesn’t get the hype of being committed to someone when you’re not even happy. Is monogamy so vital that you lose yourself and your sense of happiness to meet society’s opinion of what is right? 

It doesn’t seem worth it to him.

“Get in!” he yells while you’re standing outside of his car digging in your bag. “You’re getting soaked.”

You mention something about finding a jacket, so you don’t ruin his seats, and he waves you off.

“Babe, don't worry about my seats. Get in before you get struck by lightning or something,” he says with urgency.

The rain’s coming down pretty hard, and he needs to get off the road before it starts flooding.

“Sorry about that,” is the first thing you say when you enter the warmth of his luxury sports car. 

“You’ve worked customer service your whole life, haven’t you?” Your reaction tells him he worded that completely wrong. “Uhh… I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I have to; that’s how I know,” he explains.

He feels relieved when you nod and relax in your seat. As he drives away from the curve, he continues.

“I only said that because you always apologize even though some things are out of your control. You have that common courtesy flowing through your veins. It’s an asset to have in our professions.”

Jimin steals a glance at you once the car stops at a red light, but you’re too busy scrolling through your phone to notice. The light from your screen illuminates your skin, and he can easily make out your puffy eyes and the redness on the tip of your nose.

“Rough night, huh?” he asks you, unsure of what else to say. He’s the worst at comforting people. That’s probably why he isn’t considered “boyfriend” material. 

His only solution for a bad day is some nasty sex and his strongest bottle of alcohol.

You snap out of your trance once you hear him clear his throat. To his surprise, you were paying attention. He can see the bit of embarrassment behind your tight-lipped smile.

“My bad,” you whisper, putting away your phone. “Yeah, I’ve been working since I was sixteen. Dancing since I was twenty.”

“You must be exhausted,” he comments, and he hears a scoff.

“That’s one word I would use.” 

A warm feeling forms inside of him when he hears your laugh. It’s very small, but it’s the first time he’s ever heard that sound come from you and the first genuine smile he’s ever seen on your face. 

You’re pretty. “So fucking pretty,” he has to repeat to himself.

Jimin’s staring makes you shy, and he can only imagine what kind of look he has on his face. He scolds himself and makes an oath to keep his eyes on the road from this point on but still struggles to tear away.

“The light’s green,” you mention, shifting your focus to your hands. The ghost of your smile still lingers, but Jimin decides to let the moment fade away. He doesn’t want to make it weird, but the urge to tell you that you’re attractive is strong. 

Quickly, he changes the topic before he goes too far.

“So, home or…?”

You shake your head. 

“Would it inconvenience you to take me to the motel over on Jefferson? I know it’s out of the way, but—”

“Hell no!”

Jimin’s face contorts with disgust.

“No, that place is filthy. Why are you going there?” he asks, gripping the wheel tighter. His mind instantly goes to everything he’s heard about that place, and his eyes widen. “Wait. Are you…”

You give him the same shocked expression as he’d given to you.

“Oh god, no. I just need a cheap place to stay for tonight,” you assure him. Your voice is slightly raised and high-pitched. “I can’t be at my place when she comes home from work or whatever it is she’s doing. She knows you’re giving me a ride, and you know how that will go.”

“Well, let me take you somewhere nicer, at least. I’ll cover it.” 

He tries to offer you a better hotel room at his expense, but it’s not a shock that you decline.

“Jimin, I appreciate you, really. But I don’t feel comfortable; it’s too much. I know you’re only being kind, but.…”

Jimin nods, understanding where you’re coming from.

“I get it.” 

However, that still leaves an option he’s not satisfied with either. He can’t just drop you off at a place like that and leave you for the night. It’s like throwing you in a shark tank with an open wound. There’s got to be another way. 

“You have heard about that place, though. Haven’t you?” he asks.

You’re gazing out of the window now, looking back at a restaurant as his car passes by it.

“Are you hungry?”

Shaking your head again, you speak to him as you transfer your attention to your phone.

“No, I was just checking something out…but yeah, I know. I don’t have any other options, though,” you shrug.

“Stay at my place,” he blurts out before he changes his mind. Thankfully, you don’t ask him to stop and let you out for his outburst. He jumps on the opportunity to reason with you before you can shut him down entirely. “...And before you say no, hear me out.”

You don’t say anything, so Jimin tries again.

“Please?”

You sigh heavily. “Okay, Jimin.”

He’s relieved, but he knows he still has to convince you before he allows himself to get too excited.

“I have a huge house with two extra bedrooms. One of them even has its own bath. It’s at the end of the hall, far away from my room,” he explains.

“Okay?”

“All I’m saying is you can go in there, lock the door, and come out whenever you’re ready. I promise I won’t bother you. Have I ever bothered you?”

Your fit of laughter catches him off guard again. He takes his eyes off the road momentarily to watch you giggle, but he’s also curious.

“What’s that?” he scoffs with a slightly lopsided grin. Your head shakes, and you turn towards the window again to his disappointment. “Come on…Tell me.”

When you look at Jimin, he can’t help but feel shy suddenly now that he has your undivided attention. Your presence impacts him differently now that you aren’t tucked away in his passenger seat, feeling down and miserable. He feels like you’re reading every thought that runs through his mind. 

The intensity of your lingering gaze has him shifting in his seat.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” is what you say finally, and Jimin tries to keep his growing smile hidden.

“W-What?” he chuckles nervously.

“You’re cute, and sweet. The world needs more people like you, Jimin,” you elaborate.

Your words warm his heart but humble him at the same time. He doesn’t remember the last time he was put in the friend zone, probably because it’s never happened.

His elementary school teachers used to call him cute. Not one of the hottest women he’s ever laid eyes on.

The sting is manageable because he’s so fond of you and respects your opinions. It still doesn’t erase the slight bruising of his ego. But he can’t win them all, he figures.

He gives you a smirk to mask his conflicted feelings.

“Not everybody is cut out for this, babe. It’s not as easy as I make it look,” he replies.

Your giggles fill up the car for a moment before they are replaced by a heavy silence. You stare ahead for a while, and when he approaches the traffic light, the one that can lead to his home or to that shitty hotel—you finally respond to his question.

“If I come home with you, will you tell me a little more about your life?”

Jimin’s perplexed but not against it. He’s got nothing to hide.

“You don’t have to—”

“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t know why you wanna talk about me. I’m pretty boring,” he tells you.

He sees your head tilt out of his peripheral. 

“Boring?... A nightclub owner driving a damn Ferrari?”

“That’s not fair,” he argues, whining.

“Well, you didn’t make sense just now.”

He nods. “I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” you conclude proudly, your smile growing wider. 

After a few seconds, you speak again. “I’d just like to hear about you. You always listen to me go on and on. Isn’t there something you want to talk about?”

“Well…”

There isn’t really much to tell. He really has a simple life aside from the club and hooking up. Jimin grew up in a middle-class family, and when he turned 18, he moved out, got a job serving tables, and lived the party life instead of going to college. For his 21st birthday, he dropped four quarters in the slot machine and hit the jackpot on the first spin. It was sheer luck.

He got sevens across the board, so he decided to name his club after that number. They changed his life and opened a new world for him. Financially secure, he prefers tending to his business and getting laid. Occasionally, enjoying the fruit of his labor as a reward for his hard work. There really isn’t anything special about him.

“I just need a distraction, I guess,” you add.

Jimin nods his head as he turns onto the freeway. “That I can be,” he mumbles and proceeds to drive you both to his house.

The next four minutes are spent recalling short stories from his past—parties, wild sex that occasionally still happens, and everything else he could think of. But what truly intrigues you is his love for dance and how you share the same passion.

By the time you enter his home, he’s discovered that your backstory is quite similar to his. But instead of riches, the universe dealt you a bad hand. You left home and tried to chase your dreams but what you thought was love got in the way. That’s how you ended up in this situation; she was too important for you to just leave her behind.

What pisses him off is that she’s ungrateful and often accuses you of fucking him. You’ve made it clear to him from the jump that you’re committed to your relationship and have no plans on cheating, no matter how rough it gets. The woman doesn’t deserve you; that he knows for sure. Unfortunately, he’ll probably never get to tell her that to her face. And maybe that’s for the best.

“You’ve got a nice place.”

Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns around and finds you checking out his home with admiration in your irises. You’re impressed, and that fills his chest with a bit of pride.

“Thanks, love. Sorry about the boxes. I’m moving to another place, and I wanna take some things. If you want, I can show you to your room, or I can give you a tour,” he offers.

“A tour sounds fun, but is it okay if I shower? I’m tracking up your floor with my wet socks.”

Jimin looks at the floor and notices your sodden, dirty socks. He grimaces because they look cold and uncomfortable; he can only imagine how badly you want to get out of those things.

“Sorry, I’ll clean it. I left my sneakers outside to dry, but these are still soaking,” you add, and Jimin waves for you to follow him.

“No, I’m sorry for standing here like a dumbass. You must be freezing,” he says as he leads you to a guest bedroom. “It’s this one right here. I keep it stocked with towels and things, so help yourself to whatever. Do you need some more socks?”

You shake your head and thank him.

“No, I’m good. I keep everything I need in this thing, just in case.” You point to your bag with a smirk. 

“Of course, you’re prepared,” he thinks to himself. 

“But thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Don’t mention it. I don’t mind at all,” he answers truthfully. “And if you’re bored or hungry, feel free to look in the fridge or watch tv…make yourself at home.”

“Jimin, you’re too sweet. I’ll have to pay you back someday,” you insist, but he refuses.

“That isn’t necessary. I’m just doing what I’d want someone to do for me if I was in the same situation,” he assures.

You nod as you step into the room, but you pause just before closing the door, making him freeze in place.

“Seriously, I feel like I owe you a lap dance or something, but if you insist….”

Jimin’s eyes widen as he scrambles to find his words. The door closes slowly, concealing the growing grin on your face that appears just when he attempts to change his mind.

“Hey,” he calls out, but it’s too late.

“Goodnight, Jimin.”

“But—”

And the door closes in his face.

He stands in his hallway alone, just blinking and staring at the closed door in disbelief. The way you just dropped that on him and bailed was down bad, but what can he say? That was smooth.

He laughs at himself for his reaction. He imagines he looked like an eager virgin perking up to your empty promises. However, he could care less because the idea does send a tingle down his shaft. The only thing softening the blow is knowing that you were joking and probably wouldn’t give him a lap dance if it were a cold day in hell.

He has to shake his head to get those thoughts out of his mind. You’re a forbidden fruit. He shouldn’t even think about you in that way. Though, some things are easier said than done.

Jimin heads towards his kitchen, but the sound of your voice stops him before he can get down the hall. You’re arguing and not just some petty confrontation. You sound hurt, furious, and genuinely exhausted. He feels terrible, but there isn’t much he can do. He’d offer to make it better, but that’d only last for tonight. If it were to happen at all.

Jimin’s not a hero; this isn’t his battle to fight. But at least you wouldn’t have to deal with bullshit if you and he were fucking around.

Making his way to the kitchen, he listens to your faint sobbing until it ultimately stops. He then starts prepping a late-night snack just in case you get hungry before the morning. Afterward, he pours himself a drink and sits on his couch, looking at the city view from his living room, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting his windows.

He pulls out his phone to check his messages and notices something that raises the hair on the back of his neck.

“Aw, shit. This can’t happen,” he whispers, opening his text messages.

10:21PM  Friday Night: omw in a few babie

11:01PM  Friday Night: open up. i’m in the parking lot.

Before he can think of a lie, his phone rings. As quickly as he tries to ignore it, there’s a knock on his door. He groans as he gets up and goes to see who it is. He already knows, but there’s still a tiny bit of hope that it’s someone with the wrong address.

However, when he swings it open, his fears are confirmed. His shoulders slump when he sighs.

“Leah,” he greets with much less enthusiasm than he usually has for one of the best slices of heaven he’s ever had.

“It’s Layla, asshole.”

Yeah, Layla. That’s it.

He’d only met her a few weeks ago, but the vibe was decent, so she’s become his Friday night entertainment. He’d forgotten he texted her earlier for some rainy night sex.

She invites herself in with a smile, ignoring his awkwardness and nervousness. He wants to tell her to leave, but she looks too damn good to resist. 

He’s had a long week, and some pussy would do him just fine right now. Maybe if he can just explain to Layla that he has a guest, so she’ll have to keep it down, then she’ll understand. Or perhaps she won’t because she’s bold and would enjoy keeping someone up all night with her moaning.

Usually, he wouldn’t care either, but you don’t need that right now. You’ve probably already cried yourself to sleep.

“Shit, this floor is slippery. Don’t you know how to dry your feet?” Layla asks, placing her hand on her hip.

She looks around as if she knows something’s off, and Jimin can’t help but feel under pressure. Why are the women running him tonight? He’s got to get it together.

“I uhh—”

“Oh, never mind. I don’t think I want to know what this is,” she replies, face screwed in disgust.

He assures her that it is just water, but she doesn’t buy it.

“Jimin, if your other girl is into watersports, just say that. I don’t care,” she giggles, and Jimin immediately shakes his head.

“No, it’s not what you think—”

His words are cut short once again when your tiny voice calls out for him from the hallway. His eyes grow wider when Layla looks at him with a smirk.

“Ohh, she’s still here,” she points out. Her feet move faster than light across the living room, and Jimin has to jog to catch up with her. “I better go say hi.”

“Layla, just go to my bedroom. She’s just crashing here for tonight, and she’s not in the mood for—”

“Hello!” Layla walks right up to you with a huge smile and an extended hand, leaving him to stand behind her, looking like a deer in headlights. “I’m Layla. Jimin’s other girl. That dick is fire, isn’t it?”

Layla’s thumb points back at him as she speaks. The look on your face is enough to have Jimin intervening immediately. 

“Layla, that’s enough. She’s a friend of mine, and you’re about to get your ass kicked out if you don’t leave her alone. Go to my room. I’ll be there in a minute,” he instructs, but she doesn’t budge.

Her long extensions flip swiftly as she whips her head in his direction.

“Jimin, can you go make us a drink or something while we have some girl talk?” she growls. “Why is she crying? Did you come fast or something?”

Jimin’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to respond, but no words come out.

“Why are you still standing here?” Layla asks again sharply.

He looks at you for clarity, and your red eyes silently tell him it’s okay. You also give him a small nod, prompting him to make his retreat to the kitchen.

“Layla, I’m trusting you,” he warns.

The woman scoffs. “Please, there’s no heartbreak I can’t cure. We’ll get her perked up in no time with some tequila.”

Jimin sure hopes she’s right; he never thought he’d ever say this, but you look horrible. Your body language tells the story of someone who could get no lower. He feels bad for not saying anything, but though Layla isn’t the best candidate for an empowerment speech, he feels as though she could deliver better than he can.

If anyone could convince you to let it go for one night, maybe it’s the minx herself. He knows alcohol isn’t a permanent solution, but it’ll at least make you feel good for a little while.

Jimin’s prepping a liquor, snacks, and chaser tray when you both enter the kitchen. He expects to see the same saddened expression across your face as before, but instead, a faint smile greets him as you sit on the bar stool.

“Can I have a shot right now, please?” you ask almost immediately, and his movements halt. He looks at Layla for answers, but she shrugs and sits beside you, requesting one for herself as well. 

“Um…yeah, sure. Tequila good?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you sigh, propping your elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your hands. He pours you a shot glass full of Casamigos and continues grabbing things from his mini kitchen bar.

You throw it back graciously and hum as the alcohol tingles on your taste buds, blowing out air to cool the burning sensation it gives you. Layla takes hers after and wiggles her body as the liquid enters her system. 

“Everything alright?” he checks, cutting up some limes. You nod before taking the bottle and pouring yourself another.

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m over it,” you respond, bringing the glass to your lips. You take your second dose of amber liquor and set the glass on the counter with a clink. 

“Done, like…?”

Your eyes dart in his direction before they look at Layla, who’s busy digging in her purse. You turn back to him, moving your head side to side.

“However you define it, I guess,” is your reply. “I’m just going with the flow.”

“Matching her energy, huh?” Jimin proposes with a lifted eyebrow.

You smirk to yourself. “Some would say.”

“Well, I’m here for it.” Jimin grabs the liquor bottle and pours everyone another round. He raises his glass and says, “Tonight we’re going to celebrate…another free agent for me to—”

“Jimin, just drink the damn shot and sit the fuck down,” Layla chimes in, making you laugh.

He shakes his head at her sassiness. She knows she’s only getting away with it because it’s entertaining to you.

All three of you toast to whatever bullshit that flies out of his mouth. He’s too caught up in your bright smile again to register what he said. He’s glad you’re trying, but he already knows where this is going.

What’s fueling your positivity is scorn, bitterness, and a hunger for revenge. It isn’t a good combination, but he can’t bring himself to stop you. All he can promise is to keep you safe while you’re in the first stages of a messy breakup.

However, he’s got no idea where the night is about to lead you or the world of shit all three of you will be in once it’s over.

He grabs a paper towel, then a pen, and says, “Ay, before we get too drunk, we need to talk.”

Not knowing it’d do little to prepare him for the following series of events.

This is exactly what you needed. 

A few shots and two pairs of smooth hands touching all over your body—caressing away all the stress and built-up tension of today. 

If you close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away, maybe your problems disappear, and the faint presence of utopia will slowly creep into the horizon. 

Sure, there’s a voice in your mind pleading for you to stop for a minute and think about this huge mistake you’re making. But ignoring it for once in your life feels good. You feel entitled to a good fuck up after everything that’s happened, or—just a good fuck.

You know it’s wrong. You know you should have packed your shit and gotten out of here the minute Layla showed up. But how could you?

How could you walk away when so much was going through your mind? 

You're so lost, and you know that these two are your only outlet. You had already argued, cried your eyes out, and begged for a bit of trust and compassion from your partner. There’s nothing left for you other than not giving a damn anymore.

You were in so much pain that eventually, you just went numb. Call it shock or the early stages of heartbreak, but you need to feel something regardless of what it is. Anything other than what you’ve been feeling for the past five years. 

The universe just took too long and sent you on too many trials for you to have taken another blow tonight. If you wanted the solace you craved, you had to reach out and take it. 

You’re exhausted from doing everything to satisfy others. It’s about time you put your desires first while the opportunity sits beneath you. His eyes hazy and low, enjoying the warmth of your bare thighs pressed against his sides. 

“Fuck, she’s purring and shit. I like that,” Jimin comments, mocking your sounds of pleasure. “So sexy. We should start calling her Kitty, huh?”

He smirks at you when Layla agrees.

Jimin’s hands wander all over your torso, and his eyes follow them without a blink, eager to get the tiniest glimpse of some skin.

Soft lips trace the shell of your, making you shiver and squirm in his lap, sparking an urge to grind your center against Jimin’s thighs. Tonight, there are no boundaries, so you don’t deny yourself anything you want, and the man below you appears to be supportive of your decision.

“Be careful,” Layla whispers in your ear. “You might make him come in his pants.”

Jimin laughs. “She’s not lying.”

Your head lolls back on her shoulder, opening your mouth to receive more of the vodka-infused whipped cream Jimin brought to the living room. The fluffy substance enters your mouth, and the sweet vanilla alcoholic taste tingles your taste buds.

She turns it to Jimin, who shakes his head.

“Tapping out already?” she asks him.

Never taking his eyes off you, he says, “You know mocha’s my favorite.”

Mumbling words you can’t even register due to the concentration you have put into grinding on Jimin’s lap, she switches cans and feeds him a mouthful of mocha-flavored cream. He consumes it in one gulp, producing a small moan and leaving a little bit behind on the side of his lip and cheek.

His thumb comes up to wipe it off, but you grab his wrist just in time and flatten your tongue against his skin in its place. 

The closeness feels better than you expected, and your hands move to tangle in his messy hair, using the grip to pull yourself further onto his lap. He grabs your waist, not wanting to lose momentum, and buries his face within your bosom. 

Jimin’s tongue scours over every inch of skin he can access, stimulating you more and more with the silver ball of his piercing. He chuckles because he knows you feel it.

“I can show you what all I can do with it if you want me to, Kitty,” he murmurs, his face nestled into the valley of your breasts. 

“You should let him,” Layla chimes in. “He’s nasty as fuck.”

You agree with a hum. “I can believe it.”

Jimin smiles and moves his hands down your body to give your ass a squeeze. Your lips meet for a gentle kiss, exchanging the different flavors of alcohol you consumed before parting and delicately grazing the smooth textured ridges along the skin.

“So, you down?” he tries again.

The playlist switches to one of your favorite songs, momentarily taking you away. Your body moves on its own as your mind absorbs the sultry classic playing through the speakers. You feel Jimin’s fingers digging into your barely covered cheeks as he tries to create a little more friction between you. 

Your crotches collide and roll against each other as he joins you in sinful movements that turn into the both of you chasing a carnal desire growing deep within you. 

“I used to be scared of the dick. Now I throw lips to the shit,” you mumble the lyrics against his lips, earning a smile from him. He seems to be in awe of you behaving so wildly and carefree. Your hair in disarray, eyes glossed over with lust and the intoxicating glow of alcohol on your skin while you sway with the beat.

Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue’s in the pussy…

The chemistry between you grows, but your head is pulled back roughly by your hair before you can go too far with the agenda you and Jimin silently set.

“Answer him,” Layla’s voice travels through your ear, snapping you out of your trance. 

You look between them as her neck cranes from beside you. You’ve already gone this far; you don’t know why they’d think you weren’t going to finish this.

Whatever Jimin’s plan is, you’d like to see it, but you don’t want them thinking the ball’s in their court. Tonight, you’re in charge, and they are the clueless players in your little game of get back.

“Sure,” you purr and grab them both by their shirts. You hear the soft whimper from Layla’s throat erupt and smirk at the reaction. She already has an idea of how this will go, and she’s right to trust her instinct. “But once you’re done….”

Your smile widens at Jimin’s perplexed expression, and you give him a wink.

“It’s my turn to play with him,” you say to Layla.

Her nude shaded lips curve into a smile. 

“He’s all yours, Kitty. Slut him out.”

Layla wasn’t lying; Jimin is a freak. 

He’s got you sprawled out on his kitchen island, naked from head to toe with tequila threatening to spill from your belly button with each tiny stroke of Layla’s fingertips. You giggle but keep your core tight, thanking all of your years of dancing for your ability to endure the torturous acts.

“Are you even tickling her?” Jimin whines to Layla, who gives him a shrug.

“She’s good,” she replies, still trying to get you to shake hard enough to spill the liquor so Jimin can win his little silly bet. If you spill it, you’re the bottom, and if you succeed, you take the lead.

You’re confident, so the bet doesn’t deter you at all. Layla wanted no parts in whatever this is; she submitted willingly, but you don’t give in easily…you don’t give in at all. 

He’ll have to earn that position if he wants it.

“Forty seconds Jimin,” you remind him of his lack of time for chit-chat. He thinks hard for a moment, and Layla whispers something in his ear. He hops on the counter, and you figure she’s given him a different strategy to try. 

He hovers over you and uses his lips to trace your bikini line. It’s enough to make your body shiver, but you remain as still as possible so that the liquor doesn’t spill. That’s a sensitive spot for you, so you half moan his name when his teeth slightly graze your skin.

“Jimin, wait—”

The timer goes off just in time, and the victory is yours to claim. You clap your hands triumphantly, chanting over Jimin’s grunts and groans.

“Ha-ha! I won. Yes!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and raises his head, unable to hold back his smile. 

“Whatever, cheater,” he mumbles before slurping the golden liquor from your navel. 

He chuckles when you squeak and tells Layla to give him another shot.

“Ohh, I found something she likes. Pour us another shot, sweetheart.”

They both take turns drinking from your body, making you squirm and giggle. Not an inch of your body is left unscathed by their greedy tongues by the time they’re done. You sit up when the moment presents itself and motion for Jimin to come closer with your finger.

“I haven’t forgotten,” you remind him, and he nods with a grin. “Get on the fucking table.”

You switch positions, so now Jimin is the one on his back. You look at Layla and ask her to take off his pants while you grab the can of Whipped Shots from the counter.

“Take your shirt off, if you aren’t shy.” You both give each other a smirk and Jimin proceeds to pull the fabric over his head. 

“You can take the underwear too, babe. I’m not shy at all,” he tells Layla. She hums and slides down his boxers too, revealing a semi hard cock that’s thick and lengthy.

Your mouth salivates but you'll wait for your turn when it’s fully prepared. Instead, you instruct Layla to get it ready for you.

“Suck his dick and make his toes curl, okay?” 

She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without another word, she gets to work and so do you. Starting a dotted trail of whipped cream up the center of his abdomen, you pause at his chest to touch the horseshoe shaped piercing on his left nipple.

“See something you like, Kitty?” Jimin muses.

“This is cute.” You toy with it for a moment before squirting some of the cold white fluffiness over his areola. You do the same to the other with a wink. “Can’t forget about this one, huh?”

Setting the can aside, you immediately begin to devour the whipped cream from his torso. You pause here and there to admire the large, gray-shaded Phoenix that covers his entire right side from his pelvis to his chest.

It’s as hot as the spiritual quote crawling down his spine. You want to explore his artwork but there isn’t time for that now.

You tongue swirls around his pierced nipple, licking him clean of the sticky mess you’ve created. You hear a hiss when your teeth gently nibble on the metal impaled flesh before sucking it between your lips.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s sharp whispers cut through the sounds of slurping and smacking, bringing your attention to the woman kneeling between his legs.

Layla gives the tip of his cock small kitten licks and she collects a generous amount of precum on her taste buds. She uses it for lubrication as she lowers her head and begins to take him within the depths of her warm mouth.

Jimin’s teeth clench to bite back his moan but you’re already in his ear, finger swirling around his stiffened nipple, encouraging him to let it out. 

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” He nods his head, making you grin and look down at the rise and fall of his chest. His hands are in fists and his abs tense and contort with pleasure. His watery eyes stare back at you begging for more to increase his pleasure. “If you want more you have to ask nicely, baby.”

Your head drops to the crook of his neck where you begin to claim areas of his already reddened flesh. You grab his hair to pull his head away from you, granting you more access to his jawline and his clavicle. His plush lips form an O-shape and he freezes as he tries to get words out.

“G–God, I knew you’d make me suffer,” he groans. “But I’m not too proud to beg.”

You chuckle and reluctantly abandon his soft skin to make your way back down his body. His back arches as you get to his midsection and leave more of your marks over his chiseled abs. He doesn’t know what to focus on, the attention you’re giving to his body or the head he’s getting from Layla.

Once you reach his pelvis area, you and her lock eyes as she’s going down on him. Something takes over you when you see her technique and you snap without warning. 

You snatch her up by her ponytail, surprising her momentarily in her lustful state. 

“Is that how you suck dick?” you ask, gripping her strands. “Hm?”

“No, ma’am.”

You scoff. “So, why are you acting like a scared little bitch? Look at this pretty fucking cock.”

You order her to stare at Jimin’s length as it sits proud and at attention, using your grip to hover her lips directly over it. Your other hand holds it firmly and starts to move up and down absentmindedly as he moans and curses from your touch.

“You mean to tell me that you aren’t willing to choke on this?...this thick, juicy cock?” you ask her, and she nods.

“I am. I want to,” she responds but she’s going to have to prove it.

“Well, I don’t believe it.” You guide her closer until her lips meet the tip and his seeping seed touches her skin. “Open your mouth and eat that dick up. I know you can do better than that.”

She opens and allows you to push her head down on Jimin’s cock, breathing through her nose like you’re telling her. She gags around him when he reaches the back of her throat but doesn’t tap out; she wants to keep going and show you what she’s made of.

“That’s it. Make him blow his load in that pretty mouth, don’t be shy,” you purr in her ear.

You allow her to come up for air but it’s right back to work when she’s good. Your strength allows you to move her head up and down at your pace. The grip on her hair keeps her in your grasp.

Her spit drips all over his shaft, making it wet and messy, creating the filthiest sounds you could ever hear. You busy yourself with littering Jimin’s lower abdomen with your endless love bites, making him buck off the counter into Layla’s warm mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jimin all but yells and your head snaps in his direction. 

“You like that, huh?” You speed up her movements and she begins to moan and rub her thighs together. You let her know that it’s okay to play with her pussy since she’s been an absolute doll for you and Jimin can barely keep himself together at the sight before him. “You love some messy head by a pretty bitch, don’t you?”

He nods frantically. “Yes, fuck!”

“You want her to swallow you up until you come down her tight little throat, huh?” you ask him and once again he agrees.

“Please, I’m so fucking close,” he begs, and you let out a cackle.

While you halt Layla’s movements, you pretend to ponder, but keep her lips over his pulsing tip as she suckles on it while she gives you her attention. 

“What do you think about that, baby?” you quiz, smoothing her messy hair back and out of her way. “Can Jimin fill you up with his yummy cum?”

She hums around him, sending vibrations down his length and making him squeeze his eyes shut for a moment to hold his orgasm. You smirk at their reactions.

“And you’ll swallow it all?” 

“Mhm,” she replies.

“Just like a little slut, huh?” You look at Jimin and wink. “A nasty little bitch, isn’t she?”

“She’s never done it like this before, Kitty,” he grunts, clenching his teeth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

You laugh at that.

“Oh, I know what it is…” You look down at Layla and shake your head. “She just needed a little…guidance.”

“Kitty, am I going to have to beg?” Jimin asks suddenly, making you giggle.

“Not right now,” you answer. “Let Jimin fill you up, babe.”

Jimin wastes no time after getting permission and ploys himself into Layla’s throat, feeding her his cum and making her gag around his dick. You take it out of her mouth and slap it all over her face, smearing his arousal and spit cover length over her makeup.

Her body starts to tremble, and you realize she’s chasing her high without your approval, making you mildly displeased with her behavior. 

You snatch her up quickly, drawing a shriek from her lips.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to come. Did I, Layla?” 

She shakes her head best she can with the tight grip applied to her sewn in strands.

“No, ma’am. You didn’t,” she answers.

You tsk. “But you did it anyway?...Bad, bad girl.”

Your other hand moves between her thigh, delivering four quick slaps to her sensitive clit. She winces as her legs tremble, threatening to fail her at any second. 

“Take your clothes off and sit on Jimin’s face… Let him clean you up,” you mumble.

While she disrobes, you straddle Jimin’s thighs in a squatting position, spreading wide so he can see your wet pussy. His lust drunk eyes can’t look away as you start running your fingers up and down, parting your glistening folds. 

“Fuck, you look hot. Can I touch myself too?” he asks, and you grant him permission. 

“Not too fast. I need you to last a little bit longer this time,” you explain.

Jimin hisses once his hand wraps around his cock and he bites his lip to cope with the sensitivity. He makes slow languid strokes at the same pace as you, looking at the site of you pleasuring yourself in awe. 

Only when Layla appears do you both realize you’ve been staring for too long and instantly bring your attention to anything but each other so you don’t get too caught up. 

“What are you waiting for?” you quiz, and she springs into action. She hovers over him with her rear facing you like you asked and lowers herself on Jimin’s soft lips.

“Oh, shit. Jimin…”

Jimin immediately latches on to her throbbing bundle of nerves. He uses the hand not occupying his hardening cock to hold her in place. Eventually, locking her in with his strong arm.

After a few minutes, you shift gears, dropping to your knees so you can have a seat on his torso. Before you drop completely, you slide his hand from beneath you so he can use that arm to restrain Layla and you place the girth of his shaft in the palm of your hand. 

You run your finger over his slit and swirl his precum over the head. You can feel him pulsing in your hand; he’s hot to the touch and eager to feel whatever is yet to come.

Layla’s moaning becomes louder, indicating she’s slipping further out of sensitivity and closer to the pleasure she seeks. You join the chase and gently drop yourself on Jimin’s stomach, wanting to feel some friction against your leaking core.

Using the slopes of his abs, you glide across the expanse of his tummy, clenching each time he flexes beneath you. 

Once Jimin’s dick is hard enough to stand on its own, your hand abandons it and your attention shifts to Layla. You grab her hair and her head snaps backward, creating a defined arch in the center of her back.

“Why are you acting so shy now, hm?... Rub that pretty pussy in his face, girl,” you chuckle in her ear. 

“But…Oh, fuck!”

“Still sensitive?”

You reach in front of her, pinching her clit. She nods her head as if you’d give her any sympathy but all you do is slap her tit and instruct her to keep going. “It's too bad I don’t care... Get to work, slut.”

Layla squeezes her eyes shut and tries her best to deal with the sensitivity. Your hand slides up her chest and wraps around her throat so you can tighten your digits around her neck, keeping her close to you so you can touch and grope as you please. Her eyes begin to open and roll back when she gets used to the feeling between her thighs.

Jimin’s cock taps your ass as you slide back and forth, reminding you of his needs, so you raise your hips and guide yourself over the thick and seeping head. Your wetness allows you to descend easily and your moans immediately begin to fill Layla’s ear.

“This dick is good. I see why you’re so crazy about him,” you mention, already bouncing on his throbbing shaft. His girth stretches you and fills you to the brim, giving you the fullness you’ve been craving since he whipped it out of his pants.

You can hear his cries of pleasure as he murmurs them against Layla’s cunt and her body shudders from the vibrations traveling to her core.

Both of you ride Jimin like he’s his fancy Ferrari parked outside, having your way with his body as he lies there in bliss below you. 

Caught in the moment, you can’t help but admire the softness of Layla’s ass and your palm kneads the flesh. 

As the pace quickens, your touch becomes rougher and you encourage her to move faster by slapping the delicate skin until it’s tender and red. The noises she makes tell you that she’s enjoying the feeling and you can’t stop yourself from teasing and taunting her with more.

“You’re freaky too, huh?... What else would you let me do, hm?” 

Your middle finger slips between her globes and travels to her rim, making her eyes snap open. “Fuck,” she cries, and you smirk because you know it’s her weakness.

“Such a nasty girl, wanting my fingers buried in her ass. Aren’t you ashamed?” you giggle innocently, but your intentions are anything but.

“Please…”

“Please what, sweetie? Tell me. Jimin isn’t enough for you tonight? You want my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she admits, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “I need—”

“You need me?... That isn’t a surprise,” you chuckle, finger circling her quivering hole until she’s attempting to push herself back on it. “But unfortunately, I’m all booked for tonight.”

The denial leaves her feelings hurt and disappointed, but you aren’t evil. You’ll let her reach her high one more time, but she’ll have to do it herself.

“Go play with yourself over there and let me show you how to be a whore.”

Layla freezes as your limbs unravel from around her and Jimin seems caught off guard too. However, Layla still obeys and does as she’s told.

“W-Wait. Hold on,” Jimin stammers. “What’s happening?”

He tries to sit up, but you push him back down gently with your palm, pinning him there so you can continue to ride him. 

“You don’t get both right now. It’s her…” You point at the woman shifting on the bar stool spreading her legs so you and Jimin can watch her rub her cunt until she comes. “Or me.”

You clench around him purposely and his answer appears out of nowhere.

“Uhh, sorry Layla. Next round, okay?” However, she’s too caught up shoving her fingers in her pussy to reply.

You plant your feet on the cold surface of the counter and proceed to enjoy yourself with Jimin’s cock. Your tits bounce freely with your movements. 

Jimin’s eyes don’t know where to look. They switch between staring at your tits and how your pussy is taking in his dick, orbs glistening in the bright kitchen light.

“Fuck, Kitty,” he moans, voice dripping with lust. “You’re so wet, so tight. I don’t think I can last much longer.”

You shake your head as you conjure up your words. “Me either. It feels so good.”

“What, this?”

He thrusts into you from below, nearly knocking you off your feet. You place your hands behind you on the counter to keep yourself up and allow Jimin to fuck you in this position.

“Jimin, I’m—”

“Coming, Kitty!”

Jimin beats you to the punch and you swiftly get off of him and replace his cock with your fingers. Still squatting over him, your digits work until you draw an intense orgasm out of yourself, sending your juices squirting out on Jimin’s stomach.

His cock dispenses loads of his seed, mixing with your arousal and coating his abs. You hear Layla’s sounds of pleasure as well, indicating she’s also reached her peak and allowed her orgasm to burst through the seams. 

You tell her to join you on the counter again, so you can lick the mess off Jimin’s body.

“Girls, you don’t have to—”

“Hush!” Layla tells him and he shuts up immediately. 

You grab her phone and you both take turns filming each other cleaning and taking more shots from Jimin’s belly.

He lays there smirking, feeling like a king in the hands of two beautiful women.

“Fuck, both of you are hot,” he comments. “I’m spent.”

“You’re done?” you ask him with a puzzled face.

Jimin laughs hesitantly. “You want another round?”

You and Layla look at each other and then back at him. 

“I mean…you can go to bed if you want,” she suggests and Jimin sits up immediately.

“Nope. I’m good, I’ve let you both run this show for too long…Who’s first for backshot?”

All of you hop off the counter and make your way to his room.

“Um, that would be me,” you speak up with a raised hand. 

When you approach the bedroom door, you turn to Layla and whisper drunken words to her.

“I hope you’re having fun because I sure am.”

When morning arrived, so did the pounding and intense headache that you could barely stand. With shaky legs you made your way to Jimin’s living room, where your mind began to replay the blurry events from last night. 

The longer you sit on his couch, face buried in your palms, the clearer it all becomes, and regret slowly creeps up from the box you figuratively stuff it in. So does your shame and rational thinking.

You didn’t just fuck up. You fucked it all up.

You embarked on a downward spiral that led you to the only destination that route can take you. 

Revenge is sweet but the crash that follows isn’t worth the temptation. You wish that you’d taken that into consideration last night.

Your phone pings and pings with hundreds of messages—from her, social media, your boss. Everyone’s seen them and has had their say by the time you’re aware of their existence. The lump in your throat swells with each comment you read.

What was meant to be your little moment of selfishly claimed happiness, was taken and flipped to make you out to be a monster. A low down, cheating girlfriend who craves attention from men when she’s supposed to be in a committed relationship with a woman.

The caption reads, “Did she ever love me?”

Sad part about that is, you did. You gave her so much love until the tank ran empty. All that was left was the small amount of self-love you had remaining. Last night you had a choice—give it to her or keep it for yourself.

And so, for the first time in a long time you did what you wanted to do. Unfortunately for you, it came with many consequences. 

You won’t feel bad about it, though. You’re sure no one else does. Only a small part of you wonders why the universe can be so cruel. How is it that this person can put you through so much and get away with it but the moment you break the rules punishment is waiting around the corner.

By now, you’ve given up on what’s right or what is wrong. Both sides haven’t been kind to you, so you figure there’s no point in trying to differentiate the two. You'll be fine if you can just get through the rest of your life without another shitty relationship.

So lost in thought, you almost forget where you are. 

Jimin’s fuzzy slippers drag across the floor as he appears from the hallway. You part your fingers slightly to take a peek and find him wearing nothing but a robe and his boxers, abs littered with the trail of dark blooms as evidence of last night’s festivities. 

He mentions something about Layla being gone already and comes into the living room to join you. You don’t say a word until he speaks.

“So,” he plops down on the couch beside you, blowing out a puff of air as he does, “how’s it going?”

 Pulling away from your hands, you turn in his direction to look at him. 

 “I lost my mind, my girlfriend, and my job in one night. What about you?”

 Jimin huffs a fake laugh briefly before answering.

 “Aw, it can’t be that bad, huh?” 

 Both of you stare at each other for a moment before he finally realizes you aren’t joking.

 “Oh, shit,” is what he replies when it all dawns upon him. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

 You grab your phone and open your Instagram app, clicking on the user’s story from the previous night. You hand it over to Jimin who immediately recognizes the trio and looks on with wide eyes.

 “I’m ruined,” you comment.

 Jimin finally tears his eyes away after some minutes and looks at you.

 “Why is it still up? You should just delete it,” he suggests.

 “That isn’t on my account, Jimin.”

 “Well, it mentioned something about a breakup, so I assumed…” His face is etched with confusion as he takes another look at the profile. His brows gradually raise at the hundreds of photos posted by a familiar face.

 “Layla?” he calls out, mostly to himself.

 You hum as you straighten your posture. Jimin is still utterly lost but that isn’t a surprise.

“Why would she...Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll call her right now. I don’t know why she would do that. She’s not like that,” he tries to assure you, but you already know better.

“Because she’s a bitch and she’s definitely like that. She’s been planning this,” you inform, and you can see the wheels in his head turning, trying to search for the missing piece he’s sure is there.

“Babe, I’m still swimming in tequila, can you please fill me in. Why does my Friday night care about what you and your girl have going on?” 

He cards a hand through his hair and lies back on the couch as if that’ll make the throbbing in his head disappear. However, your next statement is sure to leave it spinning.

“Because your Friday night is my girl, smartass.”

Jimin jolts up faster than you’ve ever seen anyone move. 

“You’re lying. Tell me you’re fucking kidding,” he begs, fists full of his strands.

You snatch your phone from his lap and switch from Instagram to your photos. You allow him to see everything, pictures, videos, nudes…your private sex tapes. As much of your five-year long relationship he can absorb before he’s had enough.

Jimin stares ahead, unsure of what to say. You know the look of regret when you see it, so you save him the challenge of issuing the proper apology. You understand that sometimes remorse is hard to put in words.

“It’s okay, Jimin. You’re good. You didn’t know,” you tell him, rubbing his back with soothing circles. You feel horrible because he was dragged into this by the both of you.

Layla thought she was getting even by sleeping with him despite hating his guts and all you wanted to do was use him as a pawn. He didn’t deserve any of that and it’s probably why your plan backfired.

Jimin’s such a good person. You and Layla never deserved to have him enter your lives.

“So, let me get this straight because this is the only logical, if I can even say that, explanation I have for this.” He turns to you, and you have enough respect for him to look him in the eyes while he speaks.

“Layla is your girlfriend?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

“And she threw herself at me a few weeks ago so she could fuck me to get back at you, who she thought was fucking me?”

Once again, you nod your head.

“Mhm.”

His brows knit together as he pieces together the rest and when he does, he continues.

“And last night when she came here you didn’t leave because you wanted to get her back?” he questions, and you agree. “So, you just used me to teach her a lesson?”

“Jimin, I’m sorry—”

“That’s so fucking hot,” he commends, catching you off guard.

You blink and look around the room as if he could be speaking to someone else. “What?”

“I underestimated you. I mean…you’re like a silent assassin or some shit. That was insane.”

Jimin goes on and on about how impressed he is and how Layla got what she deserved and it kind of cheers you up a bit. You’re grateful for his sportsmanship and his support. However, when the moment fades and silence falls the reality sets in. You realize that everything is not all good.

“Yeah, I’m still out of a job, though. That club’s pretty strict, we can’t have sex tapes going around. According to our manager, it ‘takes away our value’ or whatever…”

Jimin hums but doesn’t say anything. However, you know there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m not going to be your sugar baby, Jimin. So before you go there—”

“I wasn’t going to…! I swear!” he promises, holding up his hands. “I did have a proposition, though?”

“Dude, I literally just got dumped, exposed, and fired. I know that look. I swear if it’s wild I’ll punch you,” you threaten him. 

“Alright, I get it. No violence, woman.” He laughs but then his expression turns serious. “You’re a great actress, you know that?”

“How else would I make money?” you quip.

“But it’s not good to bury those emotions. Eventually they’ll bubble to the surface,” he continues.

You frown. “What are you hinting at, Jimin?”

“Would it be safe to say that you’re my friend?” he asks you.

He’s your only friend. You don’t know why it wouldn’t be safe.

“Yeah, of course.”

Jimin hums as he ponders over his words. “And friends…help each other?”

“They do,” you sigh. 

“Well, what if you helped me? Would you let me help you–ow!”

“Jimin, I told you—” 

“I was just going to offer you a job at another spot I’m opening,” he whines, clutching the arm you jabbed.

Oh.

“Well, you were beating around the bush.” Your arms fold but eventually your hand reaches out to caress his arm. You barely touched him, but he acts as if you’ve broken a bone.

“What is it? Another nightclub?” 

He nods. “Yeah, but I’d like to have bottle girls and other entertainment. There will be bouncers and security but if something were to go down, I think they’d feel more comfortable giving a statement to another woman instead of huge scary guys, you know?”

That is true. At the Penthouse, you’d have to tell bouncers or your male manager how some creep tried to touch you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to other than your equally gross manager and the cold bouncers who were just there for their checks.

“So, you want that person to be me?” you ask him.

“Yeah. There will be other job duties, of course. That’ll keep you busy throughout the week, but it won’t be too stressful and I’m always here to help.”

He stares at you with puppy eyes, trying to charm you and you can’t help but smile as you look away.

“So, what do you say?”

“Jimin, I would. I really would because I need the money. I don’t have a car, or a home now that I’ve been kicked out,” you admit with a small scoff. “I need those things before even considering accepting a job.”

However, Jimin is a quick thinker and isn’t letting up so easily.

“Then rent this place.” He gestures around to his current home before shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t put it on the market yet.”

“I can’t afford this place—”

“You can at the rate I’m going to pay you. My businesses are picking up, babe. I need help. I need people. Hustlers, like you.” The more Jimin runs his mouth, the more convinced you become. He’s definitely a businessman because he makes everything sound promising. “Besides, I know another way we both can profit off of this…scandal. And the only way we can pull it off is if we keep in touch.”

You look over at him with squinted eyes.

“You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you tell him.

“An angel, actually.”

“Same thing,” you retort.

Eventually, the banter ends with a long sigh, and he finally lays it all on the table.

“Give me an hour to call my attorney. I’ll ask him to type up a contract and we can negotiate on what stays and what goes. If we can agree on the terms, we sign it and go from there,” he states.

“Why do I feel like there is more to this than becoming your tenant and working at your club? What are you up to?” 

Jimin smirks, slinging his arm over the couch behind your head. He leans closer and whispers in your ear as if he’s telling his biggest secret. What he begins to tell you is wild, unbelievable, but surprisingly one of the best ideas you’ve heard.

“Ever heard of OnlyFans?” he asks you.

Two years later...

The clinking plates and silverware are the only thing you can focus on in the dimly lit restaurant. You’ve always hated public places, so becoming a stripper is still something you cannot believe you pulled off.

12: 23 PM  Jimin: you good? i’m right outside if you need me.

Nervousness resided within you early on while you were waiting alone. The anxiety fade when the same woman you looked in the eyes nearly two years ago sits across from you.

You realize she’s the same as before; nothing has really changed but her appearance. Her eyes still hold no remorse for what she did. She only regrets how she wasn’t able to have the upper hand in the end.

Her jealousy and selfishness still linger in her aura, and you’re reminded of what drove you away. You aren’t just good. You’re great.

“Hi,” she says as soon as she’s situated in the booth.

“Hi, Layla,” you respond, setting your phone on the table before taking a sip of water. “How’ve you been?”

“Fine. What do you want?”

You aren’t fazed by the rudeness in her tone. You glance at her as you dig in your purse. You pull out the velvet box and set it between you, confusing your ex-girlfriend with its appearance. 

“And what is that?” she asks bluntly, not even reaching out for it.

You look at the box and then back at her. “Open it.” 

She grabs it on your command and lifts the top, eyes displaying a small glint when the diamond-encrusted ring appears. You shake your head at the scowl she gives you.

“I’m not about to clear up any rumors about those videos. You can save the bribery. I can’t be bought like you,” she spits out. 

It doesn’t create the sting she was hoping for. It only makes you chuckle at her bitterness.

“You did nothing but make my life easier. Why would I ask you to reverse it? You think I care how people feel about my career?”

She scoffs at the mention of your “career,” but you ignore her and continue. 

“I just wanted to give you that because it’s yours. I have no use for it.” 

“And what would I do with it? I don’t want it,” she argues.

“I don’t care what you do with it. Pawn it, throw it away…doesn’t matter. All I know is that I bought it for you, so it’s yours.”

Layla drops the small box on the table and leans closer to you, narrowing her eyes as if you’ve actually done her something.

“Why would I want anything you bought with money you earned while laying on your back?” she grits.

Your head shakes from side to side slowly, thinking about how she still doesn’t see how much you cared after everything.

“You know I tried with you, Layla. I gave you my all.” You shoot Jimin a quick text, letting him know you’ll be outside in a minute before finishing. “I bought you that ring nearly two years ago in the pouring fucking rain. I worked my ass off for it and still barely had enough.”

The thick tears finally begin to pour, and your mind travels back to what Jimin told you about burying your emotions. You never doubted that they’d force their way out. You just didn’t know when.

“I earned it by cleaning that nasty strip club floor every night after work because I knew you hated stripper money. I wanted your ring. Your engagement ring…to be special, something you could be proud of.”

Her features remain hardened, but you, of all people, know it’s a mask. She was broken long before your relationship ended, and instead of allowing you in to help her, she pushed you away.

“Imagine how I felt passing the restaurant you worked at and not seeing your car after you told me you couldn’t pick me up because you were working late. Or seeing you stroll inside the man’s house you accused me of cheating on you with not to confront me but to admit to me that you’re fucking him behind my back,” you continue.

You don’t even care about the few pairs of eyes on you. This needs to be said so you can move on.

“Or imagine, waking up to an internet full of people telling you that you’re the bad guy because you were tired of doing right by someone who never appreciated you. That’s how I hit rock bottom, Layla. And you were nowhere to be found.”

“You never needed me,” she comments.

“No, I didn’t!” Your fist slams on the table, rattling it and startling some guests. “But I wanted you, and I wanted you to love me like I loved you.”

Her expression finally loses its tension, and her features begin to droop. She stares blankly into space, allowing the air to settle around you.

“You weren’t fucking him, were you?” her small voice asks.

You give her a pitiful look. You can’t help but feel bad for her because, just like you, she hasn’t had it easy. However, you never lost sight of being a good person like her, which was her biggest downfall.

A warm feeling creeps up your body as you dry your eyes with a small napkin, thinking of the man she just mentioned. “I am now,” you confirm.

Slinging your purse on your shoulder, you place a hundred dollar bill in the center of the table. 

“You’re leaving?” she asks, and you let her know you have to prepare for a baecation with Jimin. She looks shocked by your statement. “So, you and Jimin…your relationship isn’t fake?”

You get up from your seat and give her a pat on her shoulder before you depart.

“Layla,” you sigh. “I think you should stop jumping to conclusions so much, babe.”

“I’m sorry,” she admits, and all you can do is offer a sympathetic smile.

“Use that ho money and order you some lunch. And take that ring so you can pay those legal fees for not making rent after you kicked me out,” you say to her and proceed to walk away.

However, you almost forget about the apology she’d given you and turn around to tell her one more thing.

“Also, here’s to your apology. Don’t choke on it like you were choking on Jimin’s dick,” you shout, giving her the finger.

You find Jimin waiting at the door, trying to persuade security not to escort you out. He looks at you with wide eyes when you approach him.

“Are you crazy?” he laughs nervously, silently praying that he isn’t banned from his favorite restaurant.

“A little bit. But I always wanted to do that,” you giggle as his arm slips around your waist to move you to the other side of him. 

“Are you okay?”

You answer with a nod and begin to walk with him down the street to the parking garage, getting all those “cute couple” stares from random people.

Becoming a fake couple just to sell content on OnlyFans is something you never imagined doing. Still, Jimin and his persuasiveness wore you down. However, it proved to be one of the best decisions you ever made. Subscribers sometimes pay just to watch you make Jimin dinner.

All you have to do is show him affection and love while you’re doing it. These days, however. No acting is required. Fake dating was fun while it was fresh, but being Jimin’s actual girlfriend is much better.

Small conversations continue as you step onto the garage’s elevator. No one is around to hop on with you, so Jimin closes the door and punches floor seven with his knuckle. Not even three seconds go by before the lights flicker, and it stops, indicating some sort of malfunction or outage.

Jimin’s short temper gets the best of him only moments after, and he grabs his hair with a slight bit of frustration. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jimin states while he looks around as if the answers lie within the walls. However, he finds nothing to determine the cause.

 “Didn’t I say let’s take the stairs?” You chuckle, watching him pace back and forth.

 He looks at you like you’ve just cursed him.

 “I wasn’t about to climb the stairs in these,” he cries, pointing at his shoes.

 Your eyes roll. 

 “Jimin, you’re wearing Crocs.”

 “That’s the point! They aren’t made for climbing stairs,” he explains with a high-pitched voice.

 “You’re being dramatic,” you sing.

 “And you’re being mean.”

 His fake pouting amuses you as he walks over to the call buttons, pressing random floor numbers to see if anything will happen. He finally gives up when it proves to be no avail and goes for the emergency call button.

“Wait!” You stop him just as his finger hovers over it, and he pauses momentarily to turn around and answer you.

He hums, eyebrow lifting with interest because the growing smirk is evident on your face. 

“We aren’t in a rush, are we?” 

Jimin shrugs. “Not really, I guess.”

He returns to his place in front of you and folds his arms over his chest. 

“I thought you wanted to play around before work, though. We probably won’t have time now—”

“Let’s do it here,” you suggest. Jimin’s widened eyes make you giggle. “If you’re down with it. I know we’ve never done it in public before.”

Suddenly, you begin to feel shy, and you try to retract your idea. 

“Or maybe we can just do it another time.…”

You look away, but the tip of his finger turns your head gently, shifting your focus back to him. He greets you with a devilish grin and sinful eyes, mischief swirling within the depths of his brown orbs.

“So, you wanna fuck right here?... On an elevator?” 

You answer him with a nod, and he scoffs a laugh. “We could get caught,” he mentions.

“I don’t care. I’ve been horny since this morning,” you inform him.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I was waiting for the right moment.” You pull him closer, blocking his hands as they try to reach out and grab your waist and then bring yours to his shoulders in the same motion.

“And which moment is that?” he questions, upset because he’s not permitted to touch you. 

Your smile widens. “This one.”

Using the wall behind you for extra support, you lift your leg and slowly get into a heel stretch position, replacing the hand that was resting on his shoulder with your calf and ankle. Your hand brings his face closer so your foreheads touch. You can smell the minty freshness of his gum and the faint scent of his cologne within the close proximity.

You breathe him in blissfully as you speak. “And I’m not wearing panties.”

Jimin grips onto the railing a little harder after hearing this information. 

“So I can just whip it out and.…”

“Fuck me right here,” you finish.

His hand finds his zipper instantly and drags it down. He reaches inside and pulls out his stiffened shaft, stroking it a few times before he inches closer to your cunt.

“We should probably film this… For later.” You wink. 

He quickly grabs his phone from his back pocket and searches for the camera. You hold onto your own leg while he makes a hasty dash to place it on the floor beneath you—front-facing activated and already recording.

You look down and notice that it has a clear view of where your bodies will meet, making you excited to view and edit it later. You may even decide to keep this one for yourself instead of uploading it.

Jimin sighs through his nose while he spreads your folds with the head of his cock, running up and down your slit to both stimulate you and coat his length with your juices.

You gasp when he slides into you, and a hand comes over your mouth quickly, a finger to his lip silently instructing you to keep your voice down. After you nod your head, he removes his hand and places it on your calf, wrapping his ring-clad fingers around your leg to keep it where it needs to be.

You only succeed in staying quiet for a few seconds, so Jimin has to kiss your lips so he can conceal your desperate moans. Despite all the noise you’re making, he makes no effort to switch up the pace and continues to fuck you without holding back. The entire elevator rocks with each powerful thrust due to him slamming into you so violently. 

Your ass slaps against the cold metal railing but does nothing for the scorching heat radiating from your skin. Soon even Jimin’s thick plush lips aren’t enough to keep your cries of pleasure from escaping, and he has to bring his hand to your mouth again.

“Be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers, but there’s no way you can when the pleasure is so intense.

Sweat begins to form on your body, and the small space becomes stuffy and humid. Chatter from the outside only heightens the thrill of being in here so exposed and open for anyone to see. Your nails dig into Jimin’s shoulder to stop yourself from floating away in your euphoric state.

“I’m trying,” you mumble into his palm, shrieking and sobbing as tears roll down your cheeks. “It’s so good. Jimin, I—”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. It’s okay,” he coos.

Jimin shushes you as you’re trying to get your words out and lodges himself deep into your womb while he speaks to you. 

“I wish you knew how good this pussy feels,” he moans, snapping his hips in an upward motion to repeatedly bury himself in your guts. “I can’t believe this is all mine.”

“Jimin…” you cry out his name, attempting to warn him about the pressure building inside you, but the words get caught in your throat. Fortunately, he knows your body well enough to sense when you are close.

“Do it. Come on my dick, Kitty.”

Your body reacts on his command, and your orgasm ripples through your body. Jimin keeps you up with his strength because the one foot planted on the ground is matched with a shaky leg. 

Moments after your intense wave of pleasure, Jimin removes his cock and shoots his cum all over your pussy. Your name leaves his lips as the thick ropes of his seed squirt out on your skin. Your bodies slump over each other, and heavy breathing fills the elevator.

After you’ve calmed, Jimin retrieves the phone, so he can zoom in on his cum covering your center. He smears it with his fingers and chuckles while he records.

“So pretty, and all mine.”

Banging interrupts your post-orgasmic moment, and a man’s voice erupts from the other side of the door.

“Open up, you heathens! We have places to be!”

Jimin’s eyes find your face immediately.

“You knew we were stuck on the first floor, didn’t you?”

You shrug. “Maybe…”

You bite his earlobe and whisper, “Why? Wanna punish me later?”

And you already know for a fact that he does.

[zondearts]

can you talk about wolf au. I'm like an ipad baby and PRSK AUs are how i stay occupied

Oh you don't know how that ask delights me!

It's gonna be a long dump (cuz I've been brainroting for a while) so all that stuffs under the cut

So the prsk Wolf au, was this lil stray idea I had around the time when the werewolf shiho card came out. Basically what if I write a fic in german to improve my german and use the german fairytale inspired set as a base. The original plan was to write a semi long polyneed/shihosaki fic, but that turned into me only writing about the world building and culture, which turned into me writing smaller sidestories to get back into the mood, what turned into... must be around 20k Mizuena slowburn. (but I still haven't managed posting anything aside from some art :P)

I will genuinely try my best to formulate anything coherent, because I am a scatterbrain who suffers under "has to mention small details lest they burst" disease.

Anyways the setting of the au is in the medivelesque city Diva in a country called Sekai. Sekai is a small to medium sized country, around the size of Bayern (the biggest German state) and is under the rule of the Ootori royal family. Next to them four other families rule over parts of Sekai, the Asahinas, the Hinomoris, the Tenmas and the Shinonomes, who all currently reside in Diva.

For each I have selected some symbols which appear in ornaments and patterns.

The Ootori naturally have the phoenix as a coat of arms, they're tbh the only family I haven't properly fleshed out, but they united Sekai (it previously was several smaller countries at war) and at one point almost seperated Sekai, yet that's all I managed.

The Asahinas are a more interesting bunch. Coat of arms and Ornament vise they mainly have symetric rootlike meandering purple patterns, with occasional snowflake-shapes, mostly to potray how the family is connected and interwoven in Sekais politics and how they uphold order. (Their territory is also more Renaissance esque for that reason) They are a family of perfection, which delights most and creeps out some.

The Hinomoris coat of arms is a white Hare looking at the moon. They also have a more forest animal theming, since they control most of the forestry and hunting. (architecturally they have more of a gothic architecture, but only for the nobles and the church (oh the church wai wai)) They're next to a massive forest which I oh so love thinking about. They are a old family next to old trees and in possession of an old church in need of restoration.

The Tenmas coat of arms is obviously the Pegasus (more of a alicorn, but psshhh Tsukasa said it's a Pegasus and his word is law). They have a rich mythological beasts theming, since they're from a long bloodline of dragonslayers etc. They're also paired with Lions, for example one of their cities outside of Diva's called Leo. They're somewhat the spirit of Sekai and enjoy allot of goodwill from the people. (They have a more romanesque building style)

The Shinonomes coat of arms are two Wolfs standing next to a color palette and chisel. Their theming is more prominent in their social standing as respected artist, but rotten family. Their wolves with turned heads, but still wolves. They don't own much land and only work in the arts, closed off in a giant building.

The church shows it's leoneed influences. First Miku is the main deity, the god who creates with song and put the world in harmonious order, which is the geocentric worldview (which I have thought about too much, like man alchemist sure as fuck loved they're geocentricm) besides her, the other cryptonloids are gods aswell. The religion is more music oriented, most prominent in the festivals each month (which I wish to elaborate on, but I can't make this dump that long)

The interesting part of the beliefs is what the heavenly order deems as good and bad, since those are the main sources of conflict here.

Because next to humanity and the gods are the others (die Anderen) a generalized group of those who are not part of the divine order. Those can be simply animals like Ravens, bats, wolves and cats, but also mythical beings like fae, fairies, elves etc.

The normal attitude towards them is neutral, stay away, don't call lest they answer and so on.

All fine and dandy, but the country has been hit by a wave of werewolves gone mad because of a bloodmoon (mythologically speaking, the wolf in the sky (inspired by norse mythology) bit the moon coating it in blood and declaring hunting season) muddying the already blurry borders between human and other.

That attack caused hate and unease to spread around, folks are willing to purge anything other to strengthen the borders between normal and abnormal, healthy and sick, good and bad...

Anyways all the blorbos are other in some way shape or form.

Starting from the ones who are other before the bloodmoon:

Shizuku and Airi:

So Shizuku is the future heir of the Hinomori family (becoming heir after her father dies a bit before the bloodmoon), but she's a bit of a clutz, a bit of an airhead even, so there's some obvious struggle there.

Well she once went into the forest in one restless night and attracted Airis attention. Airi is a Fairy who's also lord of the forest, the same the Hinomoris claim as their territory. Because of that Airi snuck into Shizukus house, hidden as a maid to test if she's worthy to be the "representative" of her forest. (she's just gay)

I have written a bit about their relationship at that time before the bloodmoon, exploring Airis conflicted feelings about where her feelings towards Shizuku belong. Typical "You can't love me! You're a girl and I'm a worm!" plot, mixed with the themes of wildness (symbolized by a lynx) and domestication (a dog). After the blood Moon Airi works with Shizuku, who kinda sorta is about to start a civil war...

Anyways Minoharu:

Haruka is a travelling hunter, who hunts down monsters and other beasts. Minori is a gay nature spirit....like...yk? I also considered writing about their relationship before the bloodmoon, trying to find the idol vibes in it. Atm it appears to be that Haruka hunts down the most unruly creatures thus garnering the admiration of the people and the others.

For most of the time the gratitude of the others would be expressed by odd gifts, like feathers, nuts, pebbles and flowers, for Haruka can't see them. Minorin (the gayass) has been following her for a while, occasionally aiding in Harukas hunts and gifting her stuff like the rest. At some point Haruka noticed her and they kinda sorta got to be partners (sorry didn't manage much development on that yet) After the bloodmoon Haruka got commissioned by the king to kill off the stray werewolves, that's when they started working with Shizuai.

Then Rui and Nene:

Rui is human born with hagstone eyes (dual colored eyes the center is a different color etc) he can see the others. Therefore he got ostracized, because of his weird behavior. Being a exentric doesn't help, so when he found a trapped Siren (Nene, who got kidnapped from her homeland and now chills with Rui), he decided to just... hermit it up, goes full on mad alchemist (raaah). His presence before the bloodmoon is during the Mizuena prebloodmoon plot. There he functions as Mizukis strange friend who asked them to transport riddled letters to An.

An here is a affiliate to Rui, ex knight and of a lesser known nobel family, she and Kohane are the owners of a tavern. Ans task is keeping check on Rui and smoothing relations between the town and the others.

Mizuena:

Mizuki is a changeling chased out of their village after their family found out that they infact weren't their son. They wound up hanging out with Rui for a while, since they have a similar stance of being an unwelcome mix of other and human. On their journey to Diva they met Ena in a small town far from the city (she ran from her family for art reasons) Ena joined them in their journey, finding comfort in their relationship, since Mizuki doesn't treat her as part of "his" family. They bond together, Mizuki assists her in her impulsive new goal of becoming a knight, they have the classic Mizuena runaway story and wham. Gaē

I have written a lot about that in a fic (might finally manage posting the first chapter sometime, still it's in german soo...) focusing on falling out of humanity, searching a future etc. swell stuff to ponder about, but ngl I fear Ena got a bit too ooc

Kanamafu:

So...Kanade's dead...she died...womp womp. Aight lemme explain. Mafuyus presence before the bloodmoon is just being the friendly neighborhood knight, until she ends up standing in ominous mist, talking in a monotone hollow voice how people are cursed, or damning themselves. She has the same eyes as Rui, can see the other, but she's a Asahina, so that can't be, no good girl stares at the corner for hours tsk tsk. Welp that leads to some mental damage, seeing the tortured ghosts of the past, but pretending that everything is fine, mixed with the already present Mafu...trauma, yeagh not fun. Anyways one night Mafuyu heard a haunting song and finds out it's Kanades restless ghost, who cursed herself with the duty of singing prayers to save folks...so they ended up being besties :3

Now! To the after bloodmoon stuff:

So around the time before the bloodmoon, like around one/two months, Saki left the country to get some better help for her illness. While that happens the horrendous bloodbath occurred and Shiho (who was a knight atm) got bit by a Werewolf and spread the curse on Ichika and Hona before running off into the forest. Yay.

Since Shiho only was freshly turned Ichika and Hona got about...wowza two years until the curse takes hold on them. Naturally the panicked people aren't fond of two (there were more but...those didn't make it) future werewolves in their mids, but here comes Shizuku with a steel chair.

The Hinomoris are next to the Asahinas one of the most powerful families in Sekai (excluding the Ootoris) ,so Shizuku, the new head of the family, threathens a civil war if the city harms any people injured by the attacks. She got some backing, since the family helped out a lot of the people affected by the attack. This in mind they came to a conclusion that the cursed will live under their watch until they turn and welp...get executed.

Nice and dandy, back to Saki out of country.

Girl has no clue and will not have any clue for a while.

Her entire friendgroup affected by the perils, Tsukasa and Ichika came to the conclusion to not tell her the entire thing.

So after she returned, still stuck in a room with fabeled beasts painted on her walls, she listens to Ichikas monthly lies. It's all she has.

Until Ichika acts weird, Tsukasa kicks her out, leading to a debate between the Tenmas, where Saki hears the truth and runs away into the forest like Shiho.

There the plot scatteres.

So Ichika? she was under the surveillance of a troop of knights...to be precise niigo. Officially Ena and to balance it out Mafuyu, but Mizuki and Kanade are their plus ones. They have a sorta neat relationship, especially Ichimizu, which I really need to explore more. That aside, Ichika is about to go full wolf and niigo is in crisis mode. Mafuyu is of the opinion to kill her before Ichika reveals their secret. Ena is full, no...no we shouldn't?? unwilling to follow some orders and kill a bro. Mizuki and Kanade are the middle ground, going, hey so killing Ichika is bad actually, but if we let her run away, Ena will be blamed and might even get killed in her place.

They come to a conclusion that they have to surrender Ichika, but find Saki for her, who's disappearance was announced by a very concerned Tsukasa rushing through the streets.

On Honamis side, she already got put in a cell for being a bit too dubious at the monastery. She managed gathering some tolerance, by cutting of contact with Ichika and going full people pleaser, but one bad day and schwomp jail.

One day Emu just spawns in the jail, since a kind friend of her wound up getting put behind bars. Through the conversation Honami gathers that Saki vanishes and admits her concern, motivating Emu to go on a search for her.

And Kasa? his character is a fun one ngl. Tsukasa in this au is enamored by the heroic legends of his forefathers. He has a bit of a self-absorbed vibe for most of the time, but after Saki left he had to face the reality of his beloved fairytales.

So emu contacts him and leads him to her odd friends in the odd forest, Rui and Nene. So that forms the wxs Saki search party.

Aight now where's Saki?

In a gay cottage.

Yk Shiho running off into the forest? Yeagh she got caught by Shizuku. She and Airi put the Shiwolf into time out in the hidden Hinomori hut (hidden by Airi, for I love myself some twisting reality and creating hidden spaces :3. Rui does that as well)

Haruka and Minori who got commissioned to hunt down wolves like Shiho almost found her, but Shizuku managed convincing them otherwise, so they now hang out with Shiho.

How Saki ended up there? Shiho found her collapsed in the snow and idk man unnecessary feelings aside, she wouldn't let anyone die in the snow, let alone Saki.

So she brought her to Minoharu to care for and just hides in the sidelines to maintain distance.

The entire gay cottage part is just slowburn Shihosaki (at least that's what my notes say) and Saki getting the mobility aid she deserves.

Back to niigo, Mizuki managed getting close to finding where Saki may be, but got caught by Airi. Now Niigo has a new sidehussel, overthrowing the government (more precisely the Asahinas).

Luckily, since Ichika is...in prison, Mafuyu has to go back home, so Mizuki can follow her there and snoop around.

From that point things stop being concrete

Around some time, Wxs managed to find Saki, but now they have to figure out how to yk...not let the rest of leoneed get publicly executed.

And well there's a struggle, since even if they save Ichihona, they still have to completely convince a paranoid country, that the others are actually swag and maybe they should hold hands and make out with them.

Either that or run away, something that niigo suggests.

I still didn't manage to find out what is the best solution....

Aight so this is my...~2k long ramble about the Wolf au, only leaving out, traditions, the other vocaloids, myths, interesting motives, changing seasons, further political affairs, horses, different povs, my attempts in using the german language in a interesting manner and...Akitoya.

Idk if that dump is coherent, might make a more coherent one in my prsk account (to shill said account @sleep-deprived-luka )

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tuez

yayyy

listening: release radar: i get it now (sammy rae) (wauuughhhh. emo. i miss my partner) come over (cat's pajamas) stuck (scene queen) nerima (raspberry pie) never me (penelope) beirut (rob blivion) rule #34 (fish in a birdcage) bourgeoisieses (conan grey) milk town/mr carter (nep) doppelganger - lullaby (ethan bortnick) my baby loves to dance (kenya grace) horror night (starcourt) (@delta-orionis, you will like this one)

some from last week that i forgor to note down: tiny human (elohim), some type of skin (aurora), chukotka (otyken), training season (dua lipa, chloe caillet mix), georgian spirit (equbeats), online (twrp), someone else (kenya grace)

aaaand formentera/formentera ii again.

podcasts: wtyp on the francis scott key bridge collapse, and jim gordon must die podcast of all time

reading: i started reading 'bunny' by mona awad because it came up as a recommendation in libby when i was returning mdzs. i am going to be valiant and give it one more chapter but i do not like it. it feels like its trying very hard to emulate a certain type of vibe that i already don't find super appealing in fiction so the trying-vibe of it makes it even more uninteresting to me. the premise is a girl at a mfa program in nebulous New England Private Liberal Arts School(tm) which like, fine, dark academia or whatever; there are four (five?? i literally cannot remember which, lol) other girls in her cohort who are a weird clique and call each other 'bunny' and are rich and sheltered but harboring a Dark Secret Club. sure. the first few chapters ooze 'not like other girls'-ism, the 'bunny' characters themselves feel flat and like caricatures in an unappealing way, main character's other friend ava also is a caricature in a boring way, just very uninspiring. like i said i will give it another chapter or two but if it continues to bore me i will return it.

i finished the scum villain extras! very charming.

watching: keeping up to date with dunmeshi, yay, and also been continuing to watch endeavor with a friend. it's good! i love a mystery show! it is impossible to watch without subtitles though because they are So British. relatedly i am going to terf island for two weeks in june (london and then edinburgh) so if you know any recs for food, places, etc i am all ears!

playing: this weekend was going to be 3 dnd games in a row ... then monday was postponed to next monday ... but my sunday group, which is normally every other week, has decided to play next sunday as well bc we skipped a few weeks ... so Next weekend is the 3 day dnd combo lmfao. i don't mind too bad.

making: pottery!!! some bisque came out and i am soooo chuffed (<- endeaver tv show britishism rubbing off on me) this will be its own post with more images because i want to @ the inspiring artist, jbbartram-illu on tumblr (shop); i am obsessed with the cave painting mugs from a few months ago that immediately sold out so i was like fuck it i wanna make my own. and i am obsessed with my lil fat horses. i put amaco ancient jasper on the inside and just a matte clear on the outside. hopefully it is matte enough. i also put little hands on the handles and now i want to make some more cave painting mugs that are just the hands, i could cut out some templates to sponge underglaze around maybe...

my beautiful cracked-the-code bowls and two maybe teacups, post-trimming:

and also trying a new glaze technique: bisqued underglaze and then liquid latex over top! that way you can slather a background on and just peel it off after without painting around the details. im ngl peeling off the latex was soooo satisfying. background is laguna celadon froth.

i've also glazed my citrus juicer, just a plain warm yellow color, looking forward to that :3

glaze: mother's day gift (planter, it's. fine. idk. she'll like it i hope), and also some fixed stuff! didn't bother taking pics, the black eye bowl from feb 6 tuesdaypost is now food safe on the inside because i sanded down the kiln medium bit that got stuck in there and re-glazed it. i also tried to fix the bowl from march 12 tuesdaypost by just lightly sanding the inside and slapping some laguna celadon froth over it...it looks exactly the same now, just with some sort of float-like blue splotches lol. no pictures of it but eh. might give it away, we'll see.

eating: Spicy Clam Pasta With Bacon, Peas and Basil Recipe (NYT): tasty. idk about 'spicy' but definitely yummy.

misc: definitely in a weird spot brain-wise...the anxiety and tummyache link/feedback loop is very real for me now, so i am going back on an extremely low dose of ssri about it, and even though i have been on this med before in much larger amount i am still experiencing aaa about it. i keep going between "going back on this is a good idea" and "or i could just keep taking ~10mg of cbd every other day bc that felt like it was doing something, even if it was just placebo i had a noticeable difference in mood" so like. bluh. idk. i wish i could just Know what the best course of action is instead of having to fuck around and find out. such is life. i am literally taking the world's babiest dose rn (breaking the starter pill in half) so it will be fine. as long as i dont get bad side effects im willing to do a few weeks on it and see what happens.

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PARTIES: Winter (@longislandcharm) and Arden (@stainedglasstruth) WHERE: A Latte to Love TIME:  Mid-August SUMMARY: A medium and a scribe meet for coffee. One is overzealous for information and the other is understandably cautious. A nice discussion is had despite some unpleasant reminders of the past. WARNINGS: None

The coffee shop that the other suggested was bustling that day making Winter worry that her conversation with the person she was meeting would be overheard. She hesitated in the doorway, the aroma of a dark roast hitting her while she contemplated turning around and leaving, but her insatiable need to figure out what was going on had her feet moving forward. Information on such a subject as hers didn’t come easy when it came to books, at least not information she felt she could trust anyway. It all seemed like made up bullshit to her but who was she to judge when she’d just figured out she could see spirits after pretending to do so her whole life?

With the shop so full, the medium could only thank herself for looking up pictures of the other on their blog but it didn’t seem like they were there just yet. Winter’s impatience flared for a split second before she remembered that she needed something from this person and therefore needed to be nice to this person. A mantra started to play in her head: ‘Chill out, be cool, keep your smile.’ It was something she’d taught herself over the years, something that kept her calm when fans of her show were starting to annoy her, and luckily it was starting to work as she made her way to the front counter. 

Only moments later, a chai tea latte was in her hand while she took a seat at a table against the wall of the shop. The further away from other people that they were the better. Winter was watching the door like a hawk and the moment Arden walked through the door she was on her feet, latte saving their table, and smiling brightly at them. “Hey, Arden, right? I got us a table back there. Please excuse my eagerness here, I’ve just been researching for weeks and haven’t found any answers to what I’m looking for.” Pausing to let all of that sink in, she pointed towards the front counter. “What can I get you?”

She hated being late, even if she was only running a couple of minutes behind. Arden wasn’t exactly at peak performance these days, and she was trying to give herself the same grace she would give Wynne or Teagan were it them in her position, but, as always, it was easier said than done. Also, easier said than done? Doing your makeup with your nondominant hand, so that you don’t look like such a disaster in front of someone you don’t know. So, while she was a little late, at least she didn’t look like she had barely gotten any sleep the past few weeks.

It was clearly a busy day at A Latte to Love, but she didn’t have time to worry about finding Winter before the woman was approaching her. “You must be Winter, it’s nice to meet you,” she smiled. “No worries. The eagerness is kind of refreshing, honestly.” The only other person Arden was used to seeing get excited about research was Leah. “Oh, can I just get a nitro cold brew?”. Caffeine had been keeping her going, and she could use the boost for this conversation. 

Winter was looking into ghosts for some reason, and she was curious to know why, and what exactly the other wanted to know. She knew a good amount about specters from her years as a Scribe, though her knowledge was likely nothing compared to Lil, Jonas, and the rest of the Ballards. They had practical knowledge, while she only had what she had learned from books. Still, that seemed to be more than Winter had at the moment, which was probably a good thing depending on the situation. Arden knew better than most what could happen if humans learned of and started fucking around with powerful forces they didn’t understand. 

She would feel out the situation, and act accordingly. Whether that be lying, sharing tales, sharing actual information, or directing Winter to the Ballards, she had yet to see.

Nodding at the order request, Winter looked over toward the barista who also nodded in turn before turning to make the drink for them. Good to know they were prompt here. “Not a lot of people jumping for knowledge around here then? Glad I could mix it up a bit.” If anything, Winter always liked to stand out, even with an activity that seemed as monotonous as research did. But her curiosity extended beyond the ghost stuff as her eyes traveled over Arden’s injured arm, the girl not even thinking before she blurted out her next question. “What happened there?” Her eyes met Arden’s again, only a beat of the heart passing before Winter realized that question could have been invasive and therefore considered rude. No need to piss off the person who was going to help her. “I mean, you’re okay to do this right? I just want to make sure you’re not in any pain or anything.” 

Her name was called as the cold brew was placed on the counter, Winter grabbing the coffee so that Arden didn’t have to worry about it. “Follow me.” God, she sounded like a schoolgirl as renewed energy for this research flowed through her. If she were being honest with herself she had started to lose any hope of finding out what she needed so she was practically giddy having a new lead. Taking a seat at the table, she barely waited for Arden to get situated before speaking again. 

“I know this is a weird topic and probably not a normal conversation for you but I really do need to learn what I can about spirits.” Her eyes flicked over to the ghost standing near the counter watching them looking bored before going right back to Arden. She had to be careful with the questions she asked her though, not wanting to spill the whole truth behind what was going on. But most people knew her from her show so she felt that was a good place to start. “I’m a medium, I have a show that I do, but something weird happened with it during filming and it raised a lot of questions.” Winter still didn’t know how to proceed with this without revealing she couldn’t actually see them before but she did her best to tiptoe around that fact. “Have you ever read anything about why a ghost won’t…leave?”

Arden shrugged with her good shoulder. “I mean, I’m sure there are more, but not many I get to know. It’s usually just me and my friend being nerds together. But this is a nice change of pace.” She followed Winter’s gaze down to her arm. “Oh, uh, some guy tried to mug me a few weeks back.” It was the excuse she’d been sticking with– simple, straightforward, probable. “It’s fine, though, more of a pain in the ass than anything, but it'll be off by September. And I think I can manage to talk some research, yeah,” she added with a slight smirk. 

Coffee secured, she followed Winter back to the table she had grabbed. Almost immediately after sitting down, the woman launched into the discussion. It seemed she was genuinely excited about the research she was doing, and seeing it made Arden smile. “Oh, you’d be surprised,” she said, reaching for her cup. “Weird is kind of the norm around here.” Taking a sip of coffee, she listened as Winter vaguely explained her situation.

Another medium. Interesting. And one who had her own show, no less. She had never watched that sort of thing; there were so many people out there who faked it for the money, and the whole thing seemed a bit exploitative of people who were grieving. However, she supposed it would make sense that some of them were genuine, it would be a way to use your ability and help people for a living.  Even if Winter was a fraud, Arden couldn't see the harm in entertaining this topic. In fact, there was more potential for harm if the spirit wasn't addressed. Lil was busy enough, she didn't need to deal with another poltergeist in addition to her usual job and trying to learn about haunted crystals. 

That was a simple enough question, one she knew the answer to, at least. "Well, you know the whole thing about people having some kind of unfinished business, right? It’s possible that there’s something that they need to do before they can move on.” Just like with vampires and stakes to the heart, there was a reason it appeared in practically every piece of media about them. “But they do need to choose to move on,” Arden added as she took another sip. 

“Hey, I like a good nerd. I suppose I could be considered one myself…just a more fashionable one.” Winter shrugged a shoulder, not realizing her comment could have been taken as an insult as she hadn’t intended it to be. “That’s awful. If people put as much effort into a job as they did into hurting others this society would be a better place. I’m glad it won’t be too much longer for you though, I bet it is a pain.” She wasn’t speaking from experience but she’d had friends who did nothing but complain the whole time they were in a cast before. It was as much a pain for Winter as it was for said friends.

“Yea…I’m starting to understand that. I don’t think I’ve been in a town outside of Salem that leaned so much into the rumors that spread about it.” Each shop seemed to have some sort of play on words when it came to their name, almost all having to do with the macabre. If she didn’t know any better, she would say this was the town that the children's movie, Halloweentown, was based on. Winter wasn’t against it though, she’d always loved the holiday.

Her information seemed to match the stuff that she’d read in books already and Winter again glanced at the man who wouldn’t leave her alone. What unfinished business did this guy have? How was she supposed to find that out if he was just as stubborn as her and refused to talk? When the word ‘choose’ hit her though, her gaze moved back to Arden. “He’s a stubborn ass. Is there a way to find out what he might need without actually talking to him? Since he refuses to do that?” When she looked up at him again the ghost was giving her a sardonic wave as if he could hear what was going on and Winter had to wonder how far a ghost's abilities could reach. Was he able to listen in on this conversation? “And what if he never accomplishes his unfinished business?”

Arden raised a brow, wondering if that was meant to be a dig at her. She hadn’t been able to wear a good portion of her clothes since the incident. Certain pieces were just too much of a hassle to put on with the splint and only one hand, at least not without getting assistance from Wynne or Teagan, so she’d been dressing more casually. And even with makeup covering her dark circles, she definitely wasn’t looking her best. But she brushed the comment aside for now. Winter had been pleasant so far, both online and in person, she probably hadn’t meant it like that. She was probably just insecure and overthinking it, as always. “The aforementioned nerd friend is also pretty into fashion, so you’re not alone there,” she smiled. 

Biting her tongue, she steered clear of the job comment, not having the energy to touch on that topic. Instead, Arden focused on the second half of the statement. “It’s a bit of a pain, yeah, but it is what it is,” she shrugged. “I’m lucky, really, it could’ve been a lot worse.” She’d been surrounded by vampires who’d wanted to turn her into spawn, and she had gotten away with only an elbow fracture and a nip on the neck. 

She grinned at the comparison to Salem. “Yeah, a lot of the town loves it and the tourism board really likes to lean into it since it attracts that same kind of crowd. You wouldn’t necessarily think that tales of terrifying creatures would be something people actively seek out, but the spooky, cryptid community is large,” she smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. “Having the park here only adds to it with all the stories that tend to come out about state parks.”

Was Winter being haunted by the ghost of some guy, then? “To be fair, it’s not necessarily always an active choice, sometimes– I’d assume the majority of the time– it’s a subconscious one.” Arden felt the need to clarify that fact before actually thinking about the question. “I’m not aware of something like that, but, to be fair, I’m not an expert. I could give you the contact information for another medium in town. Maybe they know of some way to do that.” She felt bad at the prospect of involving Lil into yet another situation considering everything she was dealing with. She brushed the thoughts aside for now, pausing as she considered the situation. 

“Is he not speaking at all? Does he react to you at all? Because maybe he doesn’t understand English, or he’s deaf or mute or something? …though, I suppose if that were the case, he would probably try communicating in that language.” She frowned, propping her head up on her arm as she stared blankly out the store window. “If he doesn’t want to talk, maybe he’d prefer to write or type something out? Depending on how powerful he is, though, that might be difficult…” Arden sighed, not really seeing any good solutions for the situation Winter had found herself in. 

And, if she couldn’t find any solution… “The longer a spirit remains, the more powerful they become,” she said, keeping her voice low. “However, as that time passes, the likelihood of them turning into a poltergeist increases. They lose themselves in their emotions, and become more powerful, unpredictable, and dangerous.” She had, thankfully, not had any ghostly counters but she had read some first-hand accounts– collected by the Scribes, of course– and they had ranged from incredibly unpleasant to incredibly scary. A powerful poltergeist was no joke. “But, you can go to an exorcist before that happens. If I’m not mistaken, they should be able to help.” The accounts she’d read had mainly been about poltergeist encounters. “I’ll give you their contact info,” she nodded. Sorry, Lil!

“I might want to meet this friend of yours.” A nerd and they were into fashion? Sounded like the jackpot of people as far as she was concerned. But once again Winter realized that she might be insulting the girl sitting in front of her, the medium backtracking. “Not that I don’t enjoy the present company, of course. Just feels like I’d get along with your friend as well.” And they might be able to tell her where to find the best brands around here. 

Her eyes roamed over Arden’s arm once more as she really did feel bad for her. “Could’ve been worse? Sounds like it was a pretty bad attack then. I’ve heard of a lot of muggings happening in big cities but I didn’t think they were too common in small towns like this.” Of course, Winter had never really been to a small town in the US. She yo yoed between two major cities when she was staying at home and when she was traveling for different tours most of the locations were in a metropolis. Wicked’s Rest was an entirely new experience for her. 

“I definitely understand that. With my show, I get a lot of that crowd. I think people are fascinated with the idea of what could happen after death or yearning to know if their loved ones are still out there. As for the rest of it…I don’t know, some people like the spooky.” Winter shrugged, but Arden did pique her curiosity. “You guys have tales of cryptids around here? I saw the BigFoot place when I first got here but I thought it was just a gimmick.” 

Subconscious? Winter couldn’t understand why the ghost of a man she’d never met before that damned ritual would subconsciously feel like he had to be around her. The more she heard about this the more she felt like she’d done something extremely weird when she read from her grandmother’s book that night. The only saving grace in all of this was that Arden seemed to believe her. She wasn’t telling Winter that she needed to speak to a therapist, but referring her to another medium. “I’ve never met another medium. I get the feeling that they’re not very common.” And for some reason that idea had her swelling with pride. As much as she was starting to hate being able to see this man she did like the notion that she was special in some way. “But I would very much appreciate you putting me in contact with them.”

As Arden asked her questions, Winter looked back to her ghost who was now waving at her with a stupid grin on his face. It made her face tinge pink as her temper started up, the girl rolling her eyes before scoffing at Arden’s question. “Oh, he reacts. He knows what I’m saying but he doesn’t care that he’s driving me bananas.” He knew she was angry, the jerk ghost moving closer to the table just so he could torment her more. And he had to have caught the last bit of Arden’s suggestion because he shook his head, distaste written all over his face. “I get the feeling that he has no trouble communicating, he just doesn’t want to talk to me.” A satisfied grin pulled at the ghost’s lips, confirming what Winter suspected. God, he really was a dick.

Was that what was happening here? Had this ghost started teetering close to the edge of becoming a polter-whatever and now he only existed to cause trouble? His clothes did look like they were old. With this new information, Winter was starting to fear this ghost a little more. Dangerous was not a great word to hear in situations like this. “I appreciate the information and the contact. He does like to antagonize. I just hope this situation isn’t more complicated than what we’re thinking it could be.” Arden had no idea about her ritual that was performed, she didn’t know that her great grandmother had given her the tools. But maybe whoever she was sending Winter to would be able to read the text and know for sure. 

She shook her head, brushing the comments aside. “You’re fine.” Frankly, she would also prefer Leah’s company over her own– Leah was great. “I believe I mentioned the bookshop in Oldtown, Fully Booked, when we were talking; that’s her place.”

“It’s not the most common– animal attacks are more the thing to worry about here– but I do live in Worm Row, which has a bit of a reputation,” Arden rolled her eyes slightly. As long as you stayed away from the Flat, was Worm Row really that much dangerous than the rest of the fucking town? “Serpent’s Flat is a big tourist location, so you get some people trying to take advantage over there.” She shrugged her good shoulder, “I just happened to be unlucky that night.”

At the other’s words, she nodded, “I suppose you would understand, yeah. But, yes, we have a few of our own cryptids.” Arden looked around before lowering her voice conspiratorially, “Some of them are a little similar to some existing cryptid tales, but some people really don’t like hearing that.” She sat back up, a slight smile on her face. “They’re fun, though, and there’s like tours and a cryptid club and everything. One even became the university mascot,” she grinned. Wicked’s Rest was a ridiculous town, and sometimes she really loved it. 

She took another sip while Winter processed that information, nodding at the mention of contact information. Pulling out her phone, she quickly copied Lil’s number and sent it to her while it was currently on her mind. “There.”

She wasn’t expecting the animated reaction from the other, but it seemed the ghost in question must have reacted to her words. Brows furrowing, Arden hummed thoughtfully. Why wouldn’t he want to talk to Winter, who was one of a few people who could communicate with him? Even if he didn’t like her for whatever reason, wouldn’t he want to talk to someone eventually? Even if just to be a dick or out of boredom or something? What was this guy’s deal? “And you don’t know anything about him?” If she had a name, a date, a region, something, along with the man’s appearance, it might be possible to find some records, learn more about him that way. It would likely be a huge pain in the ass, going off of so little, but there was a chance. 

“Oh, of course.” She waved off the thanks. There was a slight shift in Winter’s tone that made her stomach drop. “And it doesn’t sound like an immediate worry, if he’s not doing anything,” she rushed to add. “I don’t want to freak you out you or anything, I just… I think it’s important that you understand the gravity of this stuff,” she said, voice becoming progressively more quiet as she spoke. It was impossible to maintain eye contact; she had to look away from the other woman as her emotions overtook her, grief and anxiety and guilt stewing in her stomach as Arden the reality of what she was doing sunk in. 

This conversation, it felt a little too familiar. This is exactly what she had promised herself she would never do. But Winter was a medium and actively being haunted, she was involved in the world of the supernatural in a way Jo had never been. This was good, right? Knowledge was power, and she needed to know the severity of the situation, needed to be put in contact with someone who could help her before her ghost problem became a poltergeist problem …right? 

It wasn’t the same, Winter wasn’t Jo, and she had known what this was. She agreed to show up, to talk to Winter, and she had made the decision to tell her. Still, she couldn’t help the fear that gripped her heart. She could picture the headlines, ‘TV Medium Missing in Maine.’ 

Arden worried at her lip for a moment before speaking again. “You know, it’s not an ‘oh shit, this is really bad, time to panic’ thing, just a ‘definitely consult with Lil’ situation.” The words came out in a slight rush. “That’s her name, the other medium, Lil,” she added a moment later. Great job, she thought, sarcastically, trying to steady herself. If she had known she’d start panicking and looking like an absolute disaster, she would’ve just saved herself the time she’d spent trying not to look like a mess. She could’ve just leaned into it. Hopefully it just came off as awkward and not that she was on the verge of a freak-out in the middle of her favorite coffee shop. 

She decided to drop the topic of Arden's friend for now, not wanting to stick her foot in her mouth once again. If she pissed off one of the few people here who could help her then how would she ever get anywhere with this? Of course, she was able to relax a little seeing as the other had already agreed to give her the info of someone else, another medium, and that alone sent Winter into a less...composed state. She didn't have to think about her words too much, now, and soon once she had the info she needed she could speak freely without fear of repercussions.

But she liked Arden. She'd been nothing but nice since Winter basically strong-armed her into meeting her so she wasn't going to be quick to insult if she could help it. “That's where I'm staying, actually, Worm Row. Which...is a very weird name even for this town. Worms are like a big thing here, I've noticed.“ Oh great, the very place that her hotel sits next to being the biggest target for aggressors just happened to her luck and Winter sighed with no humor mixed in. ”I'm actually right across the street from that as well. I see the big crowds at it every day but personally I don't get the appeal of it. It's just a big rock.” She eyed the other girl's arm and, figuring that she owed her, Winter nodded towards it. “If there's anything I can do, let me know. I kind of owe you for all of this and I don't think a cup of coffee is sufficient enough to pay you back. That goes for anything since I doubt I can help with that.”

She nodded, laughing at the way Arden had lowered her voice. She liked the playful side of people, it always made her more comfortable when someone was willing to joke around instead of being serious constantly. ”To be fair, I think most cryptid stories across the country have at least one similarity to them. But I'll keep my lips sealed.“ Winter mimicked locking her lips up and throwing away the key, noticing Henry rolling his eyes at her. He was getting closer, probably so he could listen in more effectively. Her attention was brought back to Arden when the girl passed the phone number, her smile brightening. Finally, a tangible lead for all of this. Gaze going back to the ghost, she gave him a victorious grin to which he sent a very rude hand gesture. ”The university's mascot is a cryptid? Okay, yea, this place has surpassed Salem in trying to lean into their reputation.“ 

She shook her head at her new friend's question. It was the ghost's turn to look victorious as she admitted to the defeat. He hadn't spoken a word to her since he'd started following her around. ”The only thing I can tell you is that he showed up in a warehouse near Long Island...and he looks like he's from the seventies or maybe eighties.“ Winter could tell she'd hit a nerve as the ghost looked away, annoyed. She must have been correct in her assumption of one of the decades. 

The reassuring tone of Arden's voice made her smile again but it was still uneasy. If she were being honest with herself, and anyone helping her with this, Winter would have admitted that he'd terrified her since showing up at her side. It wasn't an easy thing to admit, the medium always prided herself on being able to handle any situation that was thrown her way...at least in her mind. But there was also something changing with Arden, something that made Winter that much more uneasy. Perceptive as always, she noticed how Arden looked...worried? She wasn't quite sure if that was the right word for it but it seemed that way to her. The rush of her words, the chewing on her lip, it all screamed nerves. ”Are you sure it's gonna be okay? Are you okay?“

Oh. That was unfortunate. “I mean, there's always that neighborhood that has a bad rep wherever you go, but it's usually fine. Just, you know, stay alert and be careful, especially at night.” Winter likely didn't need that warning, but a reminder never hurt. “The name is from the fact it's by the Wormwoods where there are a lot of worms for some reason. Those woods have a weird little ecosystem going, apparently. But yeah, the rest of the Row gets a lot of stragglers from the woods.” Arden shrugged. “I don't understand it myself. I think it's just the mysterious nature of it feeding into the whole supernatural shtick. We're also pretty close to it– we're in that area that's close to Nightfall Grove.” Winter didn't need to know that, but she had certainly said it regardless.

She hadn’t expected Winter to offer anything else. She had gotten her some coffee, and that was basically her love language– the gift of coffee. “I appreciate that, but it's not necessary. I'm glad to help.” Admittedly, it had felt like her duty as a Scribe to check out the situation, make sure Winter wasn't getting into anything incredibly dangerous. But it was always a good feeling, being able to help. Even if all she could do personally was put the woman in contact with a more knowledgeable medium. Plus, it was always beneficial to get to know people, have another potential contact.

She grinned. Arden did love the cryptids of Wicked's Rest, of course— enough that she had Tendrilla's 'likeness' on her arm— but some of them were a bit too similar to some of the more widely known cryptids of the world. Either some of them were made up or there were multiple moth beings in the world. Which did, unfortunately, seem likely, knowing everything she did. Regardless, the town absolutely loved to lean into the supernatural. ”The university's mascot is a cryptid,“ she repeated, nodding. ”Her name is Bessie, and she's a red, fluffy cow who lives in the mountains.“ Not wanting to have to explain the Grotte de Fromage to the newcomer, she avoided the cheesy aspect entirely for now. ”At games, there's always a lot of mooing instead of regular cheers.” It was difficult to keep a straight face, explaining it. “It’s a ridiculous town.” As much as she hated the town sometimes, there was still a fondness to the words, to her smile. 

So, the ghost was a man who died in the 70s or 80s who appeared in a Long Island warehouse. It wasn't much to go on, but it was something. They had a location and a very rough estimate of the death date. “How old does he look?” The age he died could help narrow down a search enough that looking through obits, while it would be an incredibly time-consuming shot in the dark, was an option. All they needed would be to find a picture. And she explained as much to Winter.

Of course, she noticed her sudden mood change; Arden was not being subtle at all, too overwhelmed by the sudden emotions to properly maintain the facade. Winter's concerned tone only served to make her feel worse. “Yeah, no, sorry. I'm just...” She didn't know how to explain away her behavior, so she decided to give her the vaguest version of the truth possible. “I'm not used to talking about this stuff so plainly with people, I guess,” she shrugged, trying to pull herself together. “Some folks don't take it very well, and it's important to be levelheaded when it comes to this stuff. But this is a different situation.” It was clear that those words were mostly for her own benefit. This is a different situation. Winter is not Jo. 

She downed the last of her coffee, and sat up straight, flashing Winter an apologetic smile. “Sorry. That was–” It was right under the surface still, is what it was. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“I think the whole city of Manhattan gets that rep from outsiders but it’s not as bad as people make it out to be.” Which was reassuring. Winter could handle herself, she could, but that didn’t mean she liked having to do so. Making a face at the explanation, she looked down at the empty cup on the table. Worms were gross, why a town would celebrate them so much was beyond her. “Yea, no, Wicked’s Rest can keep that. I guess they’re owning it at least.” The same could be said about the cryptids around here. There was something to admire about a place that took ownership of all the weird crap that made them famous, at least famous in their own right. It was probably well known to those who enjoyed such things as red cows who lived in the mountains. “I don’t really go to sporting events much but that sounds…interesting. I hope nobody gets it mixed up with boos.”

Deciding to ignore the polite decline to her offer, Winter stored the IOU away in the back of her mind. One of these days Arden would need a favor and one of these days Winter would be around to help. It was only right, eye for an eye, that sort of thing. Eyes darting back to the ghost, she considered the question. How old did he look? “Early to mid thirties, I think. Would it help if I told you he had a severe arm injury? Like…it’s completely gone.” As she kept talking, the ghost kept getting more and more annoyed with her. He obviously didn’t want her to know who he was and whether that was because he was hiding something or he just didn’t like Winter was anyone’s guess. 

She watched Arden closely for any signs that the reassurances might be a lie. Winter could fool herself into believing almost anything but this ghost following her around was a different story. If he wanted to harm her she needed to know. She couldn’t quite tell if the girl was lying but something seemed off with her which put the medium on alert. She had to keep an eye on this man, that much was for sure. “Trust me, I’m not used to talking about one following me around. Ghosts have always been a thing in my life…” But she’d never actually seen one, at least not that she knew of, until this one had started to stalk her like a weirdo. “But this is different. I understand that it’s a weird situation. No need for apologies…I would just like to know whether I’m in danger or not.” 

"Right, kind of like that." It was not, but it worked as a comparison, she supposed. "If there's one thing to Wicked's Rest, we are good at owning up to the weirdness," Arden grinned. "I'm not typically one for sports, either, but it did make for an interesting time at games– at least, the few times I went, back in school." It did sound a lot like booing, though.

Lips pursed in thought, she nodded, before grabbing her phone, and creating a new note with information on the ghost. "Yeah, any defining traits could help." He was of age, if he was from the 70s the missing limb could mean he was a veteran– Vietnam, maybe? That was making a lot of assumptions on her part, but, hey, it was a helpful bit of information regardless. It had the potential to help narrow things down a lot more.

The bitterness of the coffee blended perfectly with the taste of her swallowed guilt, washing it back down. She hadn't said too much, and nothing that could be detrimental. If nothing else, Arden was putting the other woman into contact with someone who could help much more than she herself could, and that was a good thing. Winter wasn't totally clueless, and she didn't seem like the type to do something incredibly reckless. Besides, the ghost didn't seem to be much of a threat quite yet. She just needed to ignore her mother's voice in the back of her head, needed to get the image of Jo's betrayed expression off of her mind. Her fingers wound around the chain on her neck, the rose pendant falling into her palm. It served as a reminder, and a distraction.

"Again, I'm not the expert, but it doesn't sound like you're in any immediate danger, it's just a situation that can escalate. So, I'd just say keep on eye on it, and reach out to Lil. She'll be much more helpful than I ever could," she said, only half joking.

“Well, if anything, I’m glad they’re not trying to hide it. Nothing worse than going into a place expecting normal and getting anything but.” Winter ran a finger around the edge of her cup as she spoke, an action that continued as Arden started to push her friend on her a little more. She could also appreciate someone who wouldn’t give out the wrong information just to seem competent in a certain field, the medium just needed to remember to accept that with grace instead of getting frustrated. Yes, Arden had agreed to help, but she had also pre-faced this help with the knowledge that she didn’t know everything about ghosts so she couldn’t get angry, especially since Arden had done what she could. 

It was just disappointing to leave with more questions than she had come with. But at least Arden had agreed to help her find out who this was following her around. That was a relief in its own. “I’ll be sure to contact Lil. But thank you again for meeting me. It’s nice to know more answers are coming. You’d think I would know more about this by now.” For the first time, Winter let her nerves slip into the small exhale of laughter that accompanied those words. The threat of looming danger was more to have her break her composure but she quickly put that confident mask back on. “I know you said something about not needing anything else in return but…you know where to find me if you need anything. I’m just a message away. Remember that.” Because she certainly would, especially now that the other girl was looking into something else for her. If Arden didn’t know it yet she would soon know that Winter could be a beneficial ally. If anything, the girl was willing to do a lot for the people who were willing to help her. “It was really nice to meet you, Arden. I’m going to head out, maybe find Lil today.” She grabbed the empty cup and gave the other a quick smile. “I just really want him gone.” With a rude gesture from the ghost, Winter was walking toward the exit, grateful that she was finally getting somewhere.

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Name: Lilian Ballard Species: Medium (Exorcist) Occupation: Cashier at the Bread Cemetery / Exorcist Age: 27 Years Old Played By: Addie Face Claim: Moon Ga-Young

"Sometimes you have to be the monster of a few people’s stories to be the hero in others. It’s just how it is."

TW: Emotional abuse, domestic abuse

Lilian Ballard was the next in a long line of celebrated exorcists, a fact that her father, Jacob, seemed to drill into her head since she was big enough to understand the words he was saying. Her twin, Jonas, wasn't going to be one, though. It had taken her a long time to understand that, especially with how gentle he was with ghosts. How they listened to him and even talked to him. She always thought it was magical and wondered why they wouldn't speak to her. 

She tried to tell her dad, but she didn't really have the words to convey her meaning. He thought she was talking metaphorically - or, more likely, she wanted to be like her twin, even if he couldn't understand that. It took him seeing one scream in her face and her not so much flinching back to realize that she wasn't just mirroring Jonas. Then he realized Lil never talked to the ghosts or responded to their questions. Instead, she always looked to him to tell her when to begin the exorcism. 

Like her twin, Lil was fundamentally different from her siblings- a disappointment. However, unlike Jonas, Lil didn't escape his careful training. After all, hearing the dead was helpful in mediums but not exorcists. She didn't need to know what they were saying to her. Further, as she started to succeed in her studies, he realized maybe she could transfer into a demonologist - hiding that she couldn't hear what was happening. She would need to give up on the dearly departed and train away from the family. 

He never really considered what Lil wanted to go into that equation. June, though, saw her daughter in a different light. How her youngest daughter would stand resolutely between Jonas and the outside world when it got too much. She was attentive to her siblings and the other kids she thought were being bullied. How she tried her hardest to fit in, not quite knowing how to do so but eager to talk to others. Although Lil could be so brave, she didn't have the resolution that you would need to fight demons. She was too temperamental, prone to anger and over-protectiveness that would only lead her to fights that she couldn't hope to win. Lil kept shielding Jonas from the information, not letting their father tell him - instead getting loud and abrasive so he would yell about her behavior instead of telling Jonas. Still, although Lil seemed to hide it well, any time Jacob talked about Lil going away as soon as she turned eighteen, she freaked out.

After all, Lil knew that as soon as she left, she couldn't take her twin with her or anyone else. None of her family would know where she was, and she'd be truly alone. Something she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to do. So, with the help of June, Lil told Jacob that she wasn't going to do it. Instead, she was going to stay in town, and continue being a ghost exorcist.

Their father, however, had a different idea. Lil never quite understood how he had done it. Still, after convincing her that they were back to their normal after the talk - a rapid acceptance that Lil only understood in hindsight- he brought her into another exorcism. For what it was worth, Lil didn't know the ghosts weren't poltergeists as she carefully exorcized them. She didn't hear them screaming for her to stop. She didn't know the fallout that would happen - how her once clean record blackened as Jacob turned her in. How she targeted spirits.  How the card she'd worked hard to get was cut in front of her while she tried to explain she couldn't hear the ghosts - something that they didn't believe. Lil saw him smirking after, telling her that her reputation was ruined and that she might as well be a demonologist. That continuing as an exorcist would do nothing but destroy the rest of her life as she would always be seen as a reaper - exorcizing both spirits and poltergeists indiscriminately. No one would ever trust her once they knew what she had done. Once she turned eighteen, he would send her off to become a demonologist, and she would stop disobeying him. 

On the car ride home, Lil was resolute that she wouldn't do what Jacob wanted and started a plan to get away from him. To show him that she wouldn't do what he wanted. She was sure that he would stop all of this if she wasn't around, and maybe they would have some sort of peace. She just needed to disappear from their hometown for a while, so he calmed down on this stupid idea. Still, how much better would it be if she was alone anyway? 

So, with a twinge of guilt, Lil asked Jonas to leave with her. Without hesitating, Jonas agreed, and while furious at the beginning, over time, their father seemed to accept that Lil had outsmarted him (or, more realistically, was more trouble than it was worth). Soon, although strained, Lil would take jobs from him across the country, still furious at what he had done to her reputation. Now, most of the jobs she took were dubious at best – that most exorcists wouldn’t take. She took all of them, knowing that her reputation was one of dealing with any kind of ghost. 

Still, for the next ten years, she was happy on the road. That was until recently. Lil hadn't accounted for the fact that the Ballard’s always seemed to bring about tragedy. First, it was Blue, a Barghest who attached herself to Jonas. Then, Lil got the call that their family was gone, all of them disappearing from their hometown in a night. Now, with Jonas and Blue in tow, Lil has returned to the town, trying to find out what happened - and most importantly, how to get her family back.

Character Facts:

Personality: Persistent, amiable, heroic, judgmental, reckless, stubborn, over-protective, angry, trustworthy 

Although Lil can see ghosts and sense them she can’t hear them which causes a lot of frustration on both sides. She tends to pretend she can hear them though relying on Jonas to sign to her what they are saying. 

Since Lil has been blacklisted from the Ghostbusters, she is weary of working with other exorcists and tends to push them away. She’s pretty bitter about it, but if it came down to it she’d help. 

Lil is trying to find her missing siblings and is often in weird areas trying to find clues. 

Lil knows a lot of languages both dead and still spoken, however she relies on Latin rituals for her exorcisms. Notably she can be seen signing ASL words as she talks, mostly out of habit. 

Lil doesn’t mind helping supernatural folks, and often will perform exorcisms / modify exorcisms to properly help them. 

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Bunny Picrew Tag

Tagged by both @sam-glade and @moonluringfrost. Thank you so much, guys, this is adorable! Check out their bunnies here and here.

I'm going to leave this as an open tag because I'm very behind on these and want to avoid spamming people with tags. XD Here's the link to the picrew!

Anyway, time to meet the cast of Agent Ace as cute lil' bunnies!

Sophia Colbo

Sophia Colbo is an agent of the Watch, a law enforcement division that works with elite soldiers called Guardians to protect the city of Harmont. She gathers intel in the field on potential threats and reports them to the Guard for intervention, but somehow she always ends up in the middle of the action. Sophia is scrappy, tough, and competent, and takes immense pride in her ability to do her job well. She won't give up on a mission until it's complete, even if it means putting herself in danger.

Harley Manalis

Harley Manalis is Sophia's younger sister, but due to their age gap and their complicated family history, they don't have a strong relationship. She loves to tinker and considers himself an amateur inventor, but she turned down a college robotics scholarship for an apprenticeship with her eccentric uncle. She's smart, incredibly loyal, and has been not so secretly crushing on her best friend, Jade, since high school. Though she doesn't have the same tactical experience as her sister, she has a protective streak to the point of being impulsive and is capable of much more than she realizes.

Jade de Soto

Jade de Soto is Harley's best friend although she feels something more. She has a talent for chemistry, as well as an artistic streak. Her favorite medium is surrealist street art, which she creates anonymously, preparing a portfolio for the day she reveals her name to the public eye. She adores her friends, is incredibly high-spirited, and is bright in terms of both brains and personality.

Max Ahn

Max Ahn has been best friends with Harley and Jade since high school. He studies political science at a well-known college in his city and is incredibly close with his parent. However, they keep a dark secret from him, which he learns the hard way when he gets caught in the middle of a dangerous conspiracy. At first, he's unsure of himself as a leader, but as he learns more about himself and starts taking charge, he begins to gain more confidence. He has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, but is rarely funny on purpose.

Janus

Janus is a street-smart vigilante and Sophia's rival. He works for a shadowy organization with ambitious plans, but mainly operates under his own agenda and has a problem with respecting authority. Snarky and sarcastic but surprisingly empathetic, he often takes pride in being the most difficult person in the room. He doesn't get rattled easily, but mostly because he's used to building up his walls and burying his past from himself and others.

Bellona

Bellona is a vigilante with a frigid exterior and a personality that's even colder. She works for the same organization as Janus, where she is known for being erratic and ruthless. No one knows exactly what she's thinking or what she's been through (except maybe Janus) but her power is unmatched, and she rarely loses a fight, making her a valuable asset to her team. She thrives off of the thrill of adrenaline, and is especially skilled with silencing others with her trusty knife.

Ahren Colbo

Ahren Colbo is Sophia's high school sweetheart. His family took her in and supported her shortly after they started dating, once she began Guard training and her mother refused to speak to her. Though they care for each other deeply, he's often troubled by how hard Sophia pushes herself for work, and feels uncertain and insecure about himself in their relationship. He learns self defense in secret so he won't be a burden to Sophia, and attempts to form a peaceful, meaningful connection with her family. Harley looks up to him as somewhat of a mentor figure.

August Bracken

August Bracken used to work as a low-level Watch agent until he discovered a deep-rooted corruption and fled for his safety. Now, he works as a private investigator, which is almost enough to support him financially in Harmont, but not quite. Even though he may not get much work or respect from the community, he lives in hiding and collects information from vigilantes and Guardians alike so that he can present evidence to the Council of the schemes happening in the dark.

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vampire fic made me realize i never commented about ghost jon so i'm gonna use your askbox to avoid the energy cost of swapping sites. I! have been thinking! about jon curled up in his sad lil corner ever since i read it. Also thinking about a variety of one shots and aus related to it. what if elias DID get jon a lil friend or marry him or etc etc. About Jon being dropped on the hard cold floor when he's so desperately sick and seeing elias walk away and leave him in the dark AGAIN. it made me fully cry, tears running down my cheeks, as your work so often does

(ghost jon context)

i am so glad you brought up elias leaving jon to die alone because that was my favorite part of the whole thing. i rearranged the whole story like twenty times trying to figure out the right time to reveal that detail, and I'm really proud of how it turned out where jon is thinking about it constantly but the reader doesn't find out until he's deep in the revenge 🔪🔪🔪

that scene also made all of elias' whole deal so funny to write. man could have easily avoided the whole haunting if he had simply stayed with jon (or even just left him alone in the comfy bed!) instead of being The Worst

elias in general was really fun to write in the fic ESPECIALLY with his lil fantasies about marrying jon and moving to some picturesque cabin somewhere. elias literally all of your friends and business partners know jon as a) your nephew and b) EXTREMELY mentally ill. like. i think someone would have objections, or at least questions??? idk maybe it would be an "official-in-elias'-mind" marriage where there are no witnesses or officiant or documentation, but we're married now trust me <3

thinking about jon as a tragic ghost is making me want to get the olivepilogue finished (fingers crossed for halloween??) but as a teaser here's the blog post gerry wrote after his interview with elias (under a cut because it's p long):

On June 5, in a series of events that I'm sure my readers are by now very familiar with, Elias Bouchard turned himself into the police for the crime of kidnapping, falsely imprisoning, and eventually murdering Jonathan Sims.

On June 6, Jonathan's remains were recovered from the Bouchard estate and taken to Westlake Mortuary Services for cremation. Westlake is a mortuary company that specializes in identifying psychic activity in their deceased clients, and every member of their staff is a certified medium. In their official report, they found no unexplained psychic activity or spiritual manifestations, and Jonathan was officially ruled a departed spirit.

Because of that, none of the journalistic coverage of the Elias Bouchard trial has made any attempt to contact or interview Jonathan, despite substantial evidence that Bouchard experienced psychic activity in the months after Jonathan's death.

On July 1, I obtained an interview with Bouchard. However, if you're looking for more juicy insights into the leech, you'd be better off checking the tabloids. My purpose in going was to look for signs that Jonathan is not departed at all, and after my experience, I can say with absolute certainty that Jonathan is very much still here.

Before all the skeptics jump down my throat, I know better than anyone that being clairvoyant is not the same as being a true medium. I'm not claiming to have spoken to Jonathan. I do, however, have an eye for psychic activity and spiritual anomalies, and Jonathan was making no attempts to hide his presence. He spent most of the interview leaning over my shoulder, presumably looking at my notepad. I felt his mood lighten whenever I said something rude to Elias, and I felt him darken at times when Elias said things I can only assume he disagrees with. When my interview ended (early, because apparently Bouchard is the easily-offended sort), Jonathan followed me all the way to the door.

I don't know if he heard me, or even knew I was speaking to him, but I told him to keep up the good work.

Manifesting a haunting is no easy task for a spirit. From this side of the veil, it seems like the simplest thing in the world—wouldn’t we all choose to keep living, rather than die? It’s important to remember that the dead belong to the beyond. The moment you die, your soul, your very essence, longs to be gone, longs to rest.

Imagine you’ve been awake for forty-eight hours straight. Finally, you’ve lain down in bed, beneath your most comfortable blankets. Your white noise machine is playing soothing ocean sounds, and just keeping your eyes open feels like a monumental effort. Is there anything that could pull you away from your rest?

Now imagine you’ve spent the past four years being tortured by a psychopath. You’ve long since given up on rescue or escape; it’s all you can do to make it through every day with your mind halfway intact. Then, finally, for the first time in four years, the pain ends. You don’t hurt, you aren’t trapped, and your tormentor is far away.

Would you go back?

I am so sick of the narrative everyone seems to agree upon that paints Jonathan as a tragic, helpless victim of a monstrous man. All of these articles and podcasts and numbered-list breakdowns of the evidence stacking up against Elias Bouchard treat Jonathan like his imprisonment and death were an inevitability of the kind of person he was.

At the time of his kidnapping, Jonathan was taking a semester break from working on his Master's degree. According to his academic advisor, he'd taken time off for his mental health. The rigor of the program was causing him considerable stress.

I keep seeing this fact brought up in articles about Bouchard. If I were being generous, I would say that the authors of those articles were trying to humanize Jonathan, to make the audience see him as a real person instead of an abstract. But I'm not being generous. Over and over again, Jonathan's mental health issues are at best held up as potential reasons he was particularly vulnerable to attack. At worst, they are used to explain why he never managed to escape in four years of imprisonment (as if Bouchard hasn’t admitted that Jonathan tried to escape multiple times).

Of course, it isn't just Jon's leave of absence that gets utilized in this way. It's every goddamn thing about him. It's statements from his ex-landlord saying that Jonathan always seemed a bit nervous when putting in work orders and his ex-boss saying that she tended to worry about him because he struck her as a bit naive. It's quotes from Elias fucking Bouchard himself saying that Jonathan was simply "an easy target."

Well, thank god the rest of us aren't easy targets!

This systematic evisceration of Jonathan's agency makes me furious. Jonathan could have left this plane as soon as he died, and none of us would have known what happened to him. Elias Bouchard would not be facing trial; he would still be living it up in his lavish estate, feeling absolutely no guilt for the things he's done.

Maybe he'd even have found another "easy target" by now.

But Jonathan stayed. He stayed, and he made sure that Elias Bouchard paid for his crimes. He made sure that we learned the truth. He made sure that justice was served.

This story is a tragedy, not because Jonathan could do nothing to fight against Elias, but because he fought with everything he had and it wasn't enough to save him. Jonathan died, and then he kept fighting anyway.

Just one more thing before I sign off:

I hope that fucker rots in prison.

[ofglamour]

(curley gao, she/her, spirit warrior) To DOLLIE ALIMJAN, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of BODY EXCHANGE grows a little stronger. They’re pledged to the HOUSE OF BELTRAN to defend the enchanted lands of Cagliostro with their ENCHANTED BUTTERFLY CLIPS. For TWENTY-THREE years, they have survived a world of magic with both their INVESTIGATION SKILLS and SELF-CENTERED PERSONALITY. They work as a PODCAST HOST & INTERNET SLEUTH, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to EXPOSE THE WIZARD OF WHALE ISLAND. (ana, 21+, she/her, est)

hello hello! it’s your local goblin ana here trying her hand again at actually posting on the dash .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･. dollie is an older muse of mine from a previous roleplay & she’s super easy for me to play, so i hope you’ll all love her and we can have fun in some threads! (i’m shy though so pls be patient, plotting in the dms makes me a lil anxious HUISDFHSD) 

below i’ve included some tidbits of info about her for you, along with her profile information under! ♡ ok kiss kiss ily bye

officially adding another alimjan to the mix of things, get ready for more chaos as material girl by madonna plays in the background 

ur typical neurotic workaholic capricorn with a splash of perfectionism

the main host of cagliostros spookiest, most drama-filled podcast! “glamour & ghouls” will provide you with all things glamourous, ghoulish, and gossipy. 

definitely uses her power to sneak into places she shouldn’t be and has no qualms about breaking the law to get the info she wants 

also has a youtube channel where she vlogs behind the scenes content, investigations, as well as her makeup and skincare routines!

thinks she’s the main character to the point of probably being annoying about it WHEEZE

spirit warrior who went through the full initiation and ceremony process, though she prefers sleuthing and investigating drama more than fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight. i have an open plot/wc for a dreamshade companion who helps her with the dirty work of things if anyone is ever interested  👀

will show up at your door with your favorite drink unannounced for no reason

will also probably give you a makeover at some point or another if you’re friends

probably knows your secrets tbh

i’m slowly losing power but i’ll add more to this later UHSDIYGUH

⸻ name. dollie alimjan

⸻ age. twenty-five

⸻ gender identity. cisgender woman

⸻ pronouns. she / her

⸻ sexuality. lesbian (closeted)

⸻ relationship. single

⸻ faceclaim. curley gao

⸻ height. 5’4” / 162cm

⸻ hair color. she changes it frequently, but currently black

⸻ hair color. brown

⸻ markings. scar near her hairline from jher twin sister throwing a toy at her as a toddler, medium-sized birth mark on left of her lower back

⸻ tattoos. tiny ghost holding lipstick on side of right wrist.

⸻ piercings. three ear piercings on the left ear, four in the right

⸻ scent. raspberry, pear, vanilla orchid, lily of the valley, & woody notes

⸻ positive traits.  gregarious, driven, & generous

⸻ neutral traits. honest, materialistic, stylish

⸻ negative traits. petty, self-serving, & overreacting

⸻ zodiac trio. capricorn sun, libra moon, gemini rising

⸻ alignment. neutral good

⸻ mbti. esfp

⸻ temperament. sanguine

⸻ element. earth

⸻ primary vice. greed

⸻ primary virtue. magnificence

⸻ tropes. the socialite, breaks rules to fit their needs, always in places they shouldn’t be, uses “like” too much when they talk, puts their goals before everything else, overworked and overwhelmed perfectionist

⸻ goals. solve the mysteries happening in cagliostro, achieve a million subscribers, get her own reality tv show, expose the wizard of whale islands secret

⸻ fears. being completely alone, not achieving her dreams, failing, bugs

⸻ occupation. podcast host, internet sleuth, & youtuber

⸻ residence. selphia, cagliostro.

⸻ hobbies. investigating strange occurrences & monster events, finding the big scoop, sharing other peoples drama, interviewing people around town, researching true crime, annoying her sisters, vlogging for her channel, spending way too much on ig live, rigorous skincare routines, editing photos, doing other peoples makeup, soap making, binging bad reality TV shows, etc.

⸻ habits. using “like” too much in a sentence, cutting people off accidentally, nail picking, checking her social media too often, controlling the conversation, taking selfies at inappropriate times, constantly working even during recreational activities, etc.

[lilian-adamson]

The Wreck of Jonas Ballard || Jonas & Lil

TIMING: Current-ish  PARTIES: @lilian-adamson & @moonrivermedium  TRIGGER WARNINGS: HEAD TRAUMA TW, MEMORY LOSS TW (both brief)   SUMMARY: Lil and Jonas finally deal with his lady ghost of the lake problem. They manage to get her down, but consequences neither of them were expecting bubble up to the surface.

He could do this. He could do this. Or at least that’s what Jonas kept telling himself as he waited for Lil to arrive. His leg was bouncing from his seat on his steps, Lil’s spell pouch firmly in his hands keeping them busy. It had been a few days since his last walk to the lake shore and his feet were feeling better so did he with the few good nights of rest he managed. “It will be over quickly,” he muttered to himself, “she knows what she’s doing.” He didn’t quite like being used for bait but he understood why he was. The lady in the lake was giving Lil quite a bit of trouble, playing hide and seek with her and Jonas was the best bet to lure her out seeing how much the ghost wanted him in the water.  He didn’t understand why, but then again he knew if a spirit lingered for too long their personality started to get warped. It had happened to one of the spirits he’d been friends with as a child. The more years they spent lingering the more they seemed to lose themselves. He was relieved to see them move on before he started blocking the ghosts out. 

Sighing Jonas rubbed his face, trying to free himself of the memory as a yellow car pulled into view. “We can do this, Jonas Ballard.” He muttered to himself once more before making his way over, and offering a wave. “Hi Lil.” He slipped into the car and handed the pouch back over. “I um I brought your pouch down, figured now was a good time-good time to return it.” He was tense but trying his best not to let his anxiety bubble over too much, though his leg seemed to disagree and was bouncing again the moment he sat down in the car.

Lil was tired all the time now, a pressing weight she wasn’t really able to communicate on her shoulders. Still, just because her world was turning upside down wasn’t really an excuse to slow down. She was still here, and that was going to have to be enough for right now. Settling her mind for a moment she turned her attention back on the fact that she needed to help this kid not get drowned. She could deal with the rest of it later.  Pulling up in her yellow bug, Lil tried to look less tired waving to Jonas. “Hello,” She said chipperly as she opened the car door. 

She could tell he was nervous, but to be fair most people were at this point. Normally she would have tried to exorcize the ghost without the person if at all possible but the spirit seemed to be good at dodging her. So it was going to be necessary that she pissed her off and the best way was to have Jonas there. Coupled with the fact that Lil couldn’t get a hold of anyone, it was going to be - well not unsafe but not what she would normally do. 

Still, Lil didn’t want to wait any longer. If something happened to her - well she wanted Jonas to at least be possession free. He seemed like a good person. “Oh thanks. If you have any questions for me I can help go through the process with you.” She started on the road hoping that she could at least make him less nervous. 

Jonas had many questions, such as why did this ghost want to drown him? Or what would happen if the ghost didn’t leave properly? Would there be any side effects to being exorcized? But he settled on, “So… I’m going to be-to be tied up? She’s not going to be able to get me out of it right? Also um would it work better if we um put me to sleep?” He didn’t know how these things worked. The only source he had to go off of was bad television where fake mediums would spout nonsense about ghosts being in homes then perform even more nonsense to get rid of a spirit that wasn’t there. He trusted Lil, really he did but his nerves would always make him second guess things. “And what do-what do we do if she doesn’t take the bait? Do we just come back and try again or wait till she um takes me for a walk again? I would really like her not to- not to do that.” He was riling himself up again and started fanning himself. Really he was the worst when it came to keeping a cool head in a stressful situation. “Is it warm in here or is that just me?” It came out sounding like a joke but really the closer they got to the lake the more he felt like going home. He tried to calm down by doing his breathing and counting while he waited for Lil to reply to his small barrage of questions. But apparently his mind had other ideas. “ I do trust you really I do I don’t want you to think-to think that I don’t. It’s just I’ve only seen her in nightmares and she’s…. She’s terrifying. I just..I’m scared to face that outside of my dreams.” 

Lil listened to the younger for a moment, letting the anxiety out for himself as she focused on the road. She wanted to hear the worry before offering anything, something that she’d been taught to do for exorcisms. Most of the questions were things she’d heard before, most worries she could answer, and in honestly it’s one of the only interpersonal things she was good at. It probably was why bartending came naturally to her too. Sometimes people just wanted someone to witness what they were going through, and give answers after they got it all out. 

“I do need to tie you up, I am sorry about that. Normally I would have someone else with us to keep you in a chair, but my normal contacts aren’t answering. I have pretty good concentration but if you were to hit me, I might lose focus. I doubt she’d be able to move you from them,” Lil said softly. She may have reached out to Emilio again, but he would have asked too many questions to things she didn’t answer too.  Most everyone else seemed busy or they simply didn’t return her calls. “I’m sorry. Being asleep would cause more of a risk that she would fully possess you. If you are awake, you’re barrier to her is stronger.”

At the second question Lil shook her head, “ She will. The type of ghost she is, she’s going to be mighty pissed at me so she’ll come out. Ghosts generally when they get to that point don’t have much self control left.  You’re not going to have to deal with this again, and I wouldn’t let her do that to you.” At the question Lil glanced over to him and said trying to comfort him, “No matter what, it’s going to end now. If I have to drag her out from the middle of that damn lake.”

At the fear presented Lil understood a bit of what he was worried about and she nodded understanding. Normally she might have reached out, put her hand on his shoulder and given him a small smile but she was driving after all. “ Ghosts are ghosts. She doesn’t have the powers she pretends she has. I can’t promise you won't get scared, and I understand that you are nervous and I am sorry you have to come with me. However, I can promise that she’s already done the worst she can do. It’s why she can’t get you into the lake, no matter how hard she tries. You’re stronger willed then she is. When you see her now, if you do,  remember that. She is a coward that she can’t even show you herself outside of a nightmare that she controls. That’s pretty weak stuff, ghost possession considered. She’s not going to hurt you.” 

Lil didn’t talk about the fact that she was much more likely the target of the ghosts wrath. After all, it was an implied thing for anyone who dealt with exorcisms. She was the one taunting them. She was the one with the iron knife chanting. She wasn’t worried about Jonas, as long as the bonds held he wouldn’t get near enough to anything dangerous to get himself hurt. It was more likely that she would faint or get hurt, but that wasn’t something she thought mattered much either. 

“You’re going to be okay. I know this is scary, but I promise. You are going to be okay.” 

Jonas’ hands went to rub at his pants dreading everything but he forced himself to listen to Lil and focus on her reassuring words. He did his counting as she explained everything for him. “Okay. Okay I’m sorry. I don’t mean to uh freak out I just… I can’t help it. But thanks for explaining everything. I'll um do my best to stay calm.” His forced his hands to stay still, but his leg was a harder case. It bounced for a long time and he did his best to think of anything other than the woman in the lake. He was silent from then on till they reached the parking lot. He had been doing the techniques he’d learn from young and had managed to calm down considerably. Though that picked up a bit when the car stopped. 

Jonas rubbed his pants again before stepping out of the car and muttering to himself that it was going to be okay. “How um far do you want me to go?” He could already hear her calling. She was happy to see him coming to her for once. He frowned and walked over to stand next to Lil. Back facing the lake doing his best to ignore her. 

Lil shook her head a little and said softly to the younger, “ You’re okay. It’s okay to feel freaked out about this. You’ve never been through an exorcism before. You can be freaked out, I just want to be able to well you know. Help you through that feeling before it starts.” Lil shrugged a little at the sentiment. It was true enough she wanted to help, but she also couldn’t magically make Jonas feel better either. It felt a little insincere to try. 

When she stopped the car she looked over at the other for a moment making sure that he didn’t suddenly dart - well towards the lake. She was relieved to see that he was following her, and pulling her bag open Lil responded to the question, “ We’re just going to go to where the sand starts at first and see if we can’t lure her as far from the lake as possible. I was thinking about the bench there. Now like I said before, I’m probably going to sound like an ass for a bit of this and I hope you can forgive me for that. I’m also going to have to tie up your hands and wrap some rope around your waist so you don’t try to move towards the lake. I - have a suspicion it’ll annoy her that you can't be called closer and to be frank I think you can probably punt me if you wanted too. Is that still okay?”  Her voice was soft, even though she doubted the ghost really even noticed her. Ghosts hardly did until she started picking fights with them, and by then it was too late. They weren’t after all trying to haunt her. “We got it. You and me.” Lil said giving him what she hoped was a comforting smile before turning to the beach. 

Jonas listened to her and nodded along. “Okay.” He said softly not sure if it was okay for him to talk loud now that Lil was talking quietly. Jonas held out his hands and let her bind them, when she went to put the rope around his waist he squirmed a little before settling, “Sorry-sorry ticklish.”  His gaze had already gone back to the lake by now and the closer they got to the sand the more he seemed to zone out. The rope kept him from moving though, her pull on him was strong at this distance but she couldn’t force him forward with just her voice. As they reached the bench and she realized something was keeping him from the water she seemed to grow agitated. He was so close and should have come willingly given that she didn’t have to expend her strength to get him to the lake, but when he kept refusing to heed her call she eventually decided he needed a little of her loving touch. 

From the water, a woman’s figure dragged itself onto the beach. It’s grayed skin and hollow eyes made it clear that this thing definitely wasn’t a person. Its movements were janky and unnatural, its back legs seemed almost useless as its arms pulled itself forward with stuttered movements as if they were stiff from the lack of blood flow. As it came closer the reason for not using its legs became apparent, chains came from the lake and wrapped around them as if binding them to the water. “Come little Jonas.” A raspy voice called forward. If it could just get Jonas in the water to take its place it would be free from its bindings. 

Jonas jerked a little against the ropes but stayed put. He should be scared, the thing from his nightmares was crawling it’s way towards him calling his name, but strangely he felt calm almost like he knew this person and it made every bit of sense to go over and greet them. If it weren’t for Lil keeping him in place he probably would have by now. 

Lil had tried to be gentle, binding Jonas down being meticulous with the ropes . It wasn’t exactly her specialty to be serious during most rituals - something that usually got her in trouble with other exorcists - but she was always detail oriented tugging at the bindings. Carefully she drew a circle around him in chalk. She shouldn’t need it, but it would be better for it to be there than not if she got to him. In front of him further on the beach she had already put probably a dozen exorcist circles down, using wood to draw them on with chalk. It had been a pain in the ass to do, trying to figure out where a ghost might be, but she figured she would mostly be trying to get to Jonas and put them there.  Sitting him down and wrapped him to the bench she put a hand on his shoulder looking out to the lake for a moment to see if her plan had worked. 

She could see the shimmer - a drowned woman in a lake calling out to a person to get them to go to their death. The type of spirit wasn’t exactly uncommon, but Lil did find them annoying.  She didn’t seem to have noticed Lil yet, focused on Jonas as she creeped forward. It was the same with most ghosts that were fixated on the person they wanted. They never really saw Lil as a threat when they were there, until it was a bit too late. 

Maybe there was a deeper reason for the hauntings that marred towns and for a ghosts obsession with the living. Something profound to why unhappy spirits did what they did, but Lil had long since given up caring. Sure, spirits had a way of trying to tell her stories - trying to tell her that it was okay for them to take people’s bodies like they weren’t living people - but Lil had learned to ignore them and continue on a ritual. No matter their excuse, it didn’t matter. It was unjustifiable.  Feeling Jonas flex in the ropes knowing that he wanted to go to the voice that scared him so badly it creeped into his nightmares was proof enough of that. Giving him a pat, Lil stepped forward as the ghost finally was far enough from the lake for her to do her work, as the ghost was starting to realize she wasn’t moving forward, a few feet away from Jonas.

“Yeah Lady you probably should have paid attention to me, and not the kid,” Lil said walking towards the ghost who was still seemingly looking at Jonas and not her. She talked to them, mostly to annoy them so she was pretty used to them not focusing on her. Still she took out the iron knife and sighed, going to move closer snapping her fingers at the ghost trying to annoy her. “Over here. He can’t help you. You can’t move. You’re in an exorcist circle and I would appreciate some attention from you. I had to spend all morning doing this and I would like some annoyed howling at my way.” 

The ghost fought to try, getting frustrated. Jonas had come to her, he belonged to her! He was so close it wasn’t fair! She pulled tighter against what she thought was her own chains before Lil started talking to her. “You bitch!” She turned her head to look at Lil, “You selfish bitch! Give me what is mine!” She tried to lunge for Lil but the circle held fast keeping her locked in place as she grew angry. “He will take my place! He will free me! My little Jonas, my sweet Jonas come here come help me, come come!” She screamed now when Jonas stayed in his spot on the bench, the ropes doing their job to keep him safe. Giving up on the useless boy she turned all her attention onto Lil, “You will free me and take his place instead.” She tried to charm the woman instead, her voice taking on a sickly sweet tone. “Don’t you want to join me in the lake? It’s safe in the waters. Warm and cozy. Perfect for a dip.” 

Feeling her focus shift, Jonas let out a gasp as he was freed from charm. His eyes widened at the gray figure stuck on the beach. At first he tried to fight against the ropes to get away, the panic taking over immediately but then he locked his eyes on Lil. He needed to stay put and he needed to stay in the ropes. Lil was still here, she would get rid of it. She would keep him safe. He repeated that last fact to himself several times. He was still shaking like a leaf but wasn’t trying to fight the ropes. But there was another problem for the young medium. One he didn’t notice at first but soon became abundantly clear when the voices around the lake all of a sudden came in at once. He let out another gasp but this one was one of pain rather than shock. 

It was too much, way too much to handle at once. Something had happened when he’d been freed from the charm. It’d taken down his walls and the abundant spirits in White Crest seemed to notice. It was like suddenly being plunged into the middle of a large crowd where everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs for help. Jonas froze, unable to move, just like when he was submerged in water. If it weren’t for the ropes he’d have fallen over onto the bench, instead he slumped eyes stuck wide open, the only noise coming from him were small gasps as he tried to breathe under all of the sudden pressure. 

Lil could hear the roar of emotion from the ghost as she realized what was happening. It wasn’t exactly triumph or something akin to pride but there was still fiery look in her eyes when she realized she was right. Lil knew, all things together she wasn’t particularly strong as an exorcist. She wouldn’t really be remembered in any books like her siblings probably would, and it’s something that she accepted. Still some bit of her was filled with at sort of righteousness as she got closer to the spirit her knife in her hand as she chuckled. 

She felt the ghost trying to get to her. It was a foolish thing to try, and it wasn’t particularly useful to the other, but desperation had caused her to focus on Lil and not the young man behind her, which was good. At the words, Lil just shook her head and said softly, “You aren’t very compelling but you’ll be out of the lake soon enough. How about that? I’ll exorcize you so you can go on.” Lil pointed the dagger to the ground, where the circle would be in sight lines and started her latin chanting softly and clearly. 

It was never easy for Lil, the ritual closer to an olympic feat then a chant in church. For moments when she recited she did feel powerful, a warmth in her body as she became more assured and the further it went on. If she was more foolhardy in these moments she almost felt invincible, her will stronger than what normally bounded a human. Still, she knew at the end of it she’d still crash, be weaker than she was before. Like a pop of a balloon and the last bits of her chant, Lil struck the dagger down in the air in front of her feeling the rush of her will banishing the lady in the lake.

 She didn’t fall although her knees felt weak as her top half followed her hand down bending to catch her breath. She didn’t want to worry the younger by falling to the ground, especially because he was tied up. So after a moment of silence Lil called out, “Jonas? You okay? I think she’s gone now. Give me a second and I’ll come untie you. You did great.” 

The ghost screamed in pain, she called for Jonas but he couldn’t even hear her now. Jonas could barely even see what was going on. His head was splitting and he could feel the blood dripping from his nose. What had been one spirit turned into many all pleading for something or just excited someone could actually hear them. It was as if he turned into a beacon the minute his walls went down. But he couldn’t handle it, not anymore. He’d repressed it for so long that this amount of noise was practically killing him. Maybe it would have been fine before but something in town had drawn much more spirits out than normal. He could feel it each time another wave was added to the masses. The pressure had been growing day by day. 

Jonas gasped in response to Lil as the ghost disappeared. He was on his side with the ropes still tightly around him. How did he survive this as a kid, would he survive it now? That was a terrifying thought but as long as he could hear his own voice he could try to focus to put up a wall, it would be a lot easier if he didn’t feel like he was choking on his own breath. His eyes were getting foggier and the panic was starting to grab hold even worse than before. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t cry. He could only lay there and hoped Lil noticed soon enough. 

There was quiet that Lil finally took notice of as her blood stopped rushing in her ears. After a second she turned and - oh God in Heaven. Lil’s eyes widened as she tried to stumble back to the bench, her legs still weaker than her resolve to get the younger sand, preventing the sprint she wanted to make. Usually she was the one that was falling over slumped, but Jonas looked - bad. She didn’t think it was the ghost in the lake, he didn’t look possessed and she’d exorcized her outside of his body. Theoretically she could have done something, but Lil had pissed her off exactly to get her to release Jonas and try for her. Still, shock was something Lil couldn’t have ruled out. Maybe she hadn’t prepared him enough for the ghost. 

Especially if it was his first one, Lil could imagine seeing the creature of the lady could do this. Lil knew he had been nervous - apprentice even, but she didn’t think he’d go into shock.

 “Hey - Hey Jonas. Buddy you need to look at me,” Lil said, getting to the younger,  her hands going to the ropes cursing at her hands for going slowly before going to her knife she was still holding and deciding just to cut him free. The ropes fell off and Lil moved to keep him steady. One of her hands automatically went to feel for a pulse, noticing that thankfully she could still feel it.    “Hey. Jonas. I got you, but I need you to look at me. Focus on me not the lake.  I know it was scary but you were really brave. Can you do that? I’ll get you far away from the lake, but you need to help me just a little. Can you hear me? Can you help me get you to the car?” 

Lil was babbling wondering if she would need to try and carry him to the car without any of his help. Last time he hadn’t been awfully heavy while leaning on her, but he also hadn’t been dead weight either.  Maybe she should call someone - but she didn’t know who she could. Emilio would probably come, but not in time. She didn’t bring a partner and that had been a mistake. One she wasn’t willing for Jonas to pay. 

So, without really waiting for a response, Lil decided that it was too dangerous to wait and hope that Jonas actually could hear her. Without thinking she pulled the younger onto her back, thankful she’d put him near the car. If he was any further away she couldn’t have helped him. Gritting her teeth Lil didn’t think about that, and instead waddled them both to the car.

 Still it was tiring, physical activity after any type of exorcism wasn’t exactly advised. Lil could feel her arms giving in as she tried to keep him steady, pure adrenalin keeping her up at this point. Still, as blurry as her memory was, she managed it, breathing heavily as she got the young man into her back seat, careful not to slam the door on his feet. Grateful her bag was still on her person (it almost always was, the first rule was not to be without your things) she leaned on the car for a moment, trying to catch her breath thinking of where the hospital might be before slipping into the front seat. Surely she could get there, it wasn’t that far away and in any case her cell phone was in the car. She could think in the car and dial the number. At least they weren’t out on the beach anymore.  

Jonas could feel Lil moving him around but he couldn’t hear her anymore, couldn’t hear her gentle pleas for him to look at her. He could feel her jostle him onto her back, the blood was still dripping from his nose and was trickling onto her shoulder as she moved them both. He wasn’t able to do anything till he was safely in the car and the spell Lil had placed finally silenced the ghosts outside. Jonas took a deep breath of air and flailed a little as movement came back to his body. It was a sudden rush and he was confused, becoming dizzy when he tried to sit up and deciding that laying down in the back seat was best, “Lil?” His voice was soft as his eyes came back into focus and saw the woman sitting in front of him.

Jonas still wasn’t at 100% if his confused look was anything to go by, “I-I’m sorry I don’t I don’t know what happened I I I was fine and then she pulled away and it’s like she took my walls away with it. There were so many ghosts so so many I couldn’t handle it. I can see them, I can always see them but this this was-” He started to hyperventilate as the memory of being locked in place came back to, “My head couldn’t take it. I’m sorry you must think I’m weird now my dad would be disappointed in me if he knew I told someone I could see ghosts, I should have told you earlier but I was I was scared of how you’d see me or how others would see me if you told them I’m sorry. I I I can’t go back out there I can’t please.” He was crying now as the panic fully set in. 

Lil heard her name softly, and with a breath of relief she turned to see Jonas was coming back around. She wasn’t exactly calm, her veins still buzzing with anxiety, but she could see that he was more focused now, not looking out into nothing anymore. “Jonas? Hey buddy I’m here.” 

 Turning herself to sit facing the back seat and leaning over, she examined him more closely, realizing that he was bleeding and wondering if she  still had any tissues in her car. Suddenly he seemed to be panicking again, talking to her in half sentences and Lil tried to keep up moving to the center console so she could get closer. ‘Hey. It’s okay. Breathe. I’m not going anywhere and you can stay here. I’m not taking you back out there. You’re safe -  ” 

  At the rest of the words Lil blinked for a moment, and then the gravity of what he was saying sunk to her stomach. He - was a medium. It wasn’t just the lady in the lake. She just put a medium out where a bunch of ghosts were and exorcized him like that. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking of what must have happened and she shook her head slightly. “Oh - Jonas. I’m so sorry. - I don’t think it’s weird. Jonas I can see ghosts too, that’s what an exorcist is just a medium that does rituals. You aren’t weird, I promise. Oh man, that had to have been awful. I’m so sorry. Hey bud you’re okay. You didn’t do anything wrong - do you need a hug? Water?” Lil said softly, not sure what else to do for the moment. She wanted to comfort him, and wanted him to be able to calm down. “ I’m not going to tell anyone Jonas. Here I’m going to take you to my house in a bit if that’s okay - the same things that are on my car are on my house. You won’t have to go near any ghosts until you feel better. Okay? I’m so sorry. ”

 Jonas couldn’t help it when the other offered a hug he managed to sit up and lean against her. He was always big on physical contact for comfort. His breaths were still coming out in stutters as he tried to focus on Lil’s arms wrapping around him and the pressure of the hug, “I’m not supposed to tell anyone that I-that I can see them it’s not normal. I don’t mean to say you’re weird, I don’t I’m sorry fi that’s rude I’m glad you can see them I’m glad you can help people really-” a hiccup emerged from his rambling lips, “My dad he just he just he just didn’t like it that I could see them and talk to them he told me told me it wasn’t right.” He sniffled and regretted the decision when some of the blood went back up the way it had come out, his head was killing him, “I’d like that please I can’t be out there they’ll they’ll hurt me again they don’t mean to they really don’t not most of them. They’re just lonely, but I shouldn’t see them it’s not right. Not normal.” He was having a full breakdown and just spilling everything to Lil. He really hoped he wasn’t ruining her shirt. 

Jonas nodded when Lil said she’d take him home, “Thank you I know I’m not supposed to say thank you but thank you, for not telling anyone and for getting me in the car and for helping me. Okay I’d like that please, oh but Blue! Blue is home alone I I can’t leave Blue, Cas can take care of the birds she normally does but it wouldn’t be fair to make her to make her take care of Blue too.” He could really use his dog right now, Blue was the best at calming him down. She always seemed to know just what to do to make his nerves go away. He also felt protected with her by his side, not that Lil didn’t feel very safe in the moment, she did. Jonas knew he was safest in the car with Lil who could handle any ghost. It was just a little added protection. “If you um don't’ feel comfortable around dogs I can ask someone to take her in till I’m-till I’m better. Thank you again.” He wasn’t breathing as hard anymore but he was still crying a bit but the pressure against him really seemed to be helping. 

Lil’s arms automatically wrapped around the younger, trying to calm him down and wishing that she was better at words. She’d done this before, holding her siblings and letting them cry and calm down, but it wasn’t something she ever learned to really expect or know what to do with. Still, her Aunt said sometimes that people just wanted to know that you were real and that it was going to be okay so she figured that might be enough. She hoped it was. 

“It’s okay, You didn’t offend me. I know ghosts scare a lot of people. You don’t need to worry about that, ” Lil said softly. There was a rising anger in the back of her brain to the younger’s father. It wasn’t right to reject someone, especially with something they couldn’t help. After all, a medium was a medium. Jonas would always be touched by ghosts and if he accepted that for his son Jonas could have gotten help. Learned to keep the ghosts from trying to take over his body. He didn’t need to think of himself as weird for something that was slightly unusual, yes, but not unheard of.  Still she didn’t say that, she didn’t let malic and anger come out into her voice. It wasn’t time for that, instead she said softly, “It’s okay. I know. I won’t make you go back out there. You need to rest and get your mental walls back before you go out and deal with them.” 

 Walls that Lil had inadvertently must have knocked down. It was hard for her not to feel awful about that, but that was something she’d process later. There wasn’t anything good for carrying guilt around when there was someone right here that needed her to act. 

 “It’s okay, Bud I’m not a fae,” Lil said with a soft chuckle that sounded a little breathless as she let the younger go. She wondered who had told him about that, but she decided that was still not her business as she wrestled to find some tissues in the front seat for him putting them in his hand. At the talk of a Blue Lil shook her head and said softly, “No worries. I’ll go pick up your dog if you give me your house keys. I can run up and get her and some clothes and things for you if you want. Wouldn’t leave you without her. I’ve got some lawn and grass so maybe she’ll like the little vacation. As long as you’re in the car the ghosts aren’t going to be able to get through to bother you, and my property itself is protected so you’ll be able to go outside with her.” Lil gave a small smile, something that hid the tiredness in the corners of her eyes.  She’d gotten good at it over the years. She’d get to sleep a little later after all, and right now she needed to make sure Jonas calmed down. 

Jonas was grateful when the tissues were pressed in his hand, he was definitely calming down now and the tears were starting to slow. He paused for a moment when he brought one up to blow his nose, thinking better of it he just used it to wipe it down for now. The bleeding had stopped and he didn’t want to start it up again accidentally. “She’d like a lawn, she normally only gets to go out on grass when we-when we go to the common. Oh um my keys.” He shuffled in his pocket and pulled out his set of keys, the small cat keychain dangling from it jingled as he did so. “There’s um an old walkman in my nightstand drawer it's important, I um would feel better if you could grab that.” He handed over the keys after his request, he was already asking a lot of Lil, she barely knew Jonas but here she was taking him to her home and keeping him safe. He’d just spilled his guts to her and was surely going to feel embarrassed by it later but for now he’d focus on calming his beating heart and feeling safe with the woman who just saved him from a ghost wanting to drown him. He was going to be alright, Lil would make it alright. 

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Miscommunication - Chapter Eight

Pairing: Dean Winchester x British!Reader

Word Count: 2589

Summary: After moving to America, British hunter Y/N never expected her life to unfold the way it has. She never anticipated finding two brothers, who would quickly become her found family and she certainly never envisioned falling in love with one of them. Following her attempt to shield her heart, she failed to protect her body, leading her straight back to the Winchesters. So when the language barrier deepens her connection with a certain green eyed hunter, will she succumb to her deepest feelings or keep them at bay?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, description of death, mentions of murder, mentions of domestic violence, swearing, violence, lil angry Dean.  

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Y/N was still pacing the length of their hotel room as her mind reeled with all of her thoughts. She knew how these cases went if left untouched, even the most innocent of spirits can turn into something dark and sinister when left alone with their unfinished business for too long. Hilary was already showing signs of that, with the impaling of the couple that were committing adultery and it was quickly turning into a very treacherous situation.

“But why not go after Steven himself? He caused all this,” Dean asked, pulling the huntress from her thoughts and essentially stopping her from wearing a hole in the carpet.

“Maybe she’s breaking him down, ruining his business, taunting him.” She rubbed at her forehead as she watched the older Winchester get off the bed. “All I know is that ultimately, he’s going to end up dead and to be honest, I can’t say I blame her.”

“But there have been other innocent victims in this,” Dean argued, his voice slightly louder than it had been previously and his tone certainly more firm. “She’s dangerous.”

“I know, Dean, I know,” she returned agitated, slapping her arms to her sides before gesturing to the door. “But clearly so is Steven!”

“Shit, Sam,” he voiced, moving frantically across the room in search of his firearm. Once found, he checked the ammo cartridge before sliding it back in place, ensuring the safety was off and the gun was cocked. “We’re putting an end to this, tonight.”

“We still don’t know what she’s attached to!” Y/N disputed, worried that he was going to get himself hurt when they still did not have all of the answers.

That’s when the green eyed Winchester took a beat to look at the pile of Hilary’s belongings they had found that were strewn about the bed. “Then we burn it all and hope for the best.”

“Dean I--” she stammered, wanting to present another argument but she was cut off immediately.

“--we burn it all,” he asserted, his voice deep and rough as he held her stare. After a few seconds had passed, he moved to grab the medium sized metal garbage can that was placed by the desk Sam had been using, forcibly slamming it down next to ghosts possessions. “Now!”

“And what about Sam? We need to see if he’s okay!” She shot back, already taking steps towards the exit of the room when Dean stopped her, his large hand wrapping around the top of her arm which halted her movement.

“I’ll go get my brother,” he informed her, his eyes now wearing a softer look than they had been a moment ago,  “If that creepy son of a bitch has laid a single finger on him I swear…”

“Go. Make sure he’s okay. I’ll sort all this,” she returned gently, trying hard to concentrate on the matter at hand and not the hunter's palm that was still touching her, his thumb moving back and forth.

With that, he nodded, checking his gun one more time before cautiously leaving the room in search of his younger sibling. When she heard the door click, she let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding. With her fingers running through her hair, she couldn’t help but scratch at her scalp as she turned to look at all of the items that had once belonged to the spirit that was haunting this place. Truth was, she actually felt for Hilary, and even though she was on a bloody rampage, it was only a result of the absolute torture she had been subjected to.

Still, Dean had a point and even though a victim herself, she had still begun to take innocent lives. With that in mind, Y/N moved forward and began to place everything slowing inside of the metal bin. Piece by piece she dropped them slowly from her hand, studying every little trinket that was passing her touch. She shook her head in sadness when she saw photos of Steven and his wife, studying the still snapshot of time. His arm would always be wrapped around her middle, and there were white blotches showing around his fingertips and nails, showing that he was holding onto her tightly. Bastard.

The huntress forcibly threw them into the metal container with a scoff, and everything else followed until her hands landed on the journal she had been reading. There was a hesitation, her thumbs going back and forth over the cover as she lost herself to her own thoughts. Steven was a murderer, his wife’s death had been wrongly ruled and he needed to be brought to justice. This was the only evidence that was left that he was behind the loss of her life. If she burned this…

But then how long would it take for the police to charge him? Would they take this evidence seriously or would they just think they were the lost of words of a dead woman? Dean’s voice was playing on repeat in her head, and she knew that she needed to burn the lot just like he had instructed. It was for the best, it was the only solution to this problem, even if it meant Hilary not getting the justice she was so desperately after.

With that thought solidifying in her mind, she let go of the diary and placed it onto the bed next to the garbage can full of the other items. She was going to burn it, but not yet. There was the tiniest glimmer of hope inside of her that maybe Hilary could be attached to something else instead. If she was, then Steven could get his just desserts and his wife could finally be at peace. Maybe.

With the smallest hesitation, she turned to grab for her duffle, looking to locate the salt and lighter fluid that was always tucked away into one of the pockets for situations like this. Once she found what she was after, she poured both of the ingredients into the container and then quickly reached for the box of matches. Pulling out a couple of the small sticks, she struck their red heads against the side of the box, igniting a flame. Dropping them, she stood back as the fire took hold, a blaze now beginning to roar. Her eyes glanced at the lights in the room; not a flicker. Usually, when you destroy the property of a spirit, they are called to protect it and in this case, that was not happening.

Y/N’s stare then fell to the journal and she just knew in her gut that it was the item that was binding the soul to this building. Sucking in a sharp breath, she picked up the book once more before pulling out her phone and opening the camera app. She took photos of the pages where it was stated that Steven had been hitting her, abusing her. It wasn’t much and it certainly wasn’t the real thing but that was all she could do in hopes of bringing the vile bastard to justice.

Once her cell was slid back into her pocket, the huntress clutched the diary in one hand before she began to bring it closer to the growing flames, their warmth already licking at her skin. It was then that the room grew cold, her breaths leaving her in a small cloud. Shit.

Turning around swiftly, she was met with the haunting image of Hilary. Her blonde hair still dirty, her clothes still stained with soil but this time she had angled her head so the injury to her neck was clear. Y/N couldn’t help but look at it before her gaze travelled back to the ghosts terrifying stare.

“STOP!” She screamed, throwing out a hand which forcibly pushed the huntress off her feet and against the wall,  the journal falling to the floor as the impact echoed loud in the room. “I told you to s-stay away!”

“I know what he did to you,” Y/N forced out, as her feet dangled inches off the floor, the concrete behind her cold on her back as Hilary held her in place. “How he treated you.”

“S-STOP!” The ghost yelled, a snarl clear on her lips before she threw her victim across the room, hitting another wall in force which only caused the huntress to yelp in pain.

Through her crumpled state, Y/N angled her head to the side and winced due to the sharp wave of discomfort that overtook her. But it was then that she noticed Hilary’s journal laying open on the floor, just a few metres in front of her. She couldn’t help but chastise herself for her hesitation. If she had just burned the damn book from the start, she might not be hunched over, bruised and winded. She had to destroy it; she might lose her life otherwise.

Taking a staggered inhale, the huntress quickly got to her feet and rushed to reach out for the remaining item that needed to be burned but the spirit got to her first. With all the power Hilary had, she sent Y/N flying through the air, her body slamming against the wood of the hotel room’s door. It was of no use as there was no way that the ghost was ever going to let her anywhere near that journal so the next best thing to do was force her into a situation where she had to face her past, hoping that would cause the crossover.

Holding tightly to her stomach, she pulled fastly on the handle of the door with her free hand before she began to hastily move down the corridor in search for a lot of salt or something that was made of iron. She kept turning her head to look over her shoulder, her fingers sliding into her pocket to fish out her cell once more to call Dean .She had to let him know that Hilary was here and she was pissed.

Bringing the device to her ear after pressing the call button on his name, she started to try all the doors that were along the hallway, hoping that one of them would have a fireplace and an iron poker. It was a long shot but as the hotel was a little older, it could also be a possibility. It didn’t take him long to answer, and she didn’t even give him the opportunity to say hello.

“Have you found Sam?” She panicked, shaking one of the wooden barriers as it refused to open.

“Yeah,” Dean replied, his tone a mix between relief and anger. “He’s fine but the same can’t be said for sicko Steven.”

With that statement, she stopped her movements, her eyes wide with dread. “Please tell me you’ve not killed him?!”

“Y/N, the bastard had my brother tied up,” he scoffed, before his tone became soft yet alert.  “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

He had sensed there was something wrong and given her breathing was uneven and she was frantically searching for anything to protect herself with, she wasn’t surprised.

“Dean, I need him,” she stated clearly, as she noticed a store room closet at the end of the corridor. That had got to have something, right?

“Really?” The older Winchester replied, his voice monotone and strained. It only caused her to roll her eyes as she raced towards her target

“Not like that y--” Her sentence was cut off by the clouds of mist that were passing her lips. Hilary was close. “Shit!”

“Y/N?” Dean asked concerned, but she couldn’t answer. With one hand still clutching tightly around her phone, she hurriedly travelled the short distance to the storage closet and felt a small wave of relief flood her veins when it was open. Without hesitation, she began to look around the room for any salt or iron, she just needed something to aid her fight until the Winchesters could reach her. “Y/N!? Come on, talk to me!”

“Sorry. It’s Hilary, she’s not exactly happy,” she stressed as she continued to look around but her movements were halted when she heard the door behind her slam. The huntress rushed towards it and tried to jiggle the handle but it was of no use. She was trapped.

“Where are you right now!?” Dean questioned urgently, and she could already hear him whispering to Sam.

“Store cupboard, first floor, she’s locked me in, De,” she worried, one hand now coming up to her forehead as she tried to desperately come up with an impromptu plan but she could see nothing that would be of aid.

“Sweetheart, I’m on the first floor right now and the door to the store cupboard is wide open,” he informed her and Y/N could only crease her brow at his words. That was impossible.

“What?” She panted, her words sounding more breathy than normal as her heart thudded in her chest. She might have been hunting the supernatural for years but it never failed to get the adrenaline to course through her body. “Dean, that's impossible as that’s where I am.”

“You sure it’s the first?” He repeated, wanting to clarify the information that she had just given to him. In that moment however, the lights had started to flicker in the small space where she was being held prisoner. She had nowhere to run.

“Positive Dean!” She snapped, trying the door once again. “I am most definitely on the 1st level of this building!”

There was a small beat of silence. She couldn’t hear any movement on the other end of the line and she had to check that the call was still connected before she heard his deep voice reply. “Wait, so you’re not in the area where the reception is?”

“NO!” Y/N shouted, watching as the bulb above her struggled to remain lit. “That’s the ground floor, Winchester! If I was on the ground floor, I would say I was on the GROUND FLOOR!”

“This is the first floor, Y/N!” Dean stressed back and she heard his pace quicken, his loud footsteps being picked up through the phone’s mic. “You’re on the second!”

“Dean, now is definitely not the time!” She asserted, pushing herself back from the door and towards the shelves once more. There just had to be something.

“You and your stupid British,” the older Winchester frustratingly returned and even though she was in a highly dangerous situation, possibly moments away from losing her life, that remark caused her to smile.

It was then that her earlier idea came back to her, and she realised that this might be the perfect opportunity to get the best of both worlds. Hilary could move on, and her husband could be condemned for the crimes he had committed.

“Listen to me. You need to bring Steven to her. Now,” she instructed, backing towards a wall as she clutched tighter to her phone, knowing that was her last lifeline.

“Why?” Dean blurted, clearly incredibly confused as to why she would even suggest such a thing.

Before she could reply, however, the air around her dropped in temperature and Hilary flickered into view. Her bloodied and beaten apparition stared straight at her, her lips snarling, her hands twitching and her head angled still slightly to the side. All Y/N could do was be strong, her only weapons were her words, her resilience and her bravery.

“Just trust me.”

——————————————– Chapter Nine  ——————————————– A/N: I hope you truly enjoyed Chapter Eight! I’m sorry, I do love a cliffhanger aha. More chapters are available on patreon right now! Thanks so much for reading! Tag list is open! If you want to be tagged, then let me know HERE :)

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[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

Hello! Hc Look-see & Shelly w s/o who have the ability to communicate with supernatural things from the underworld like ghosts, etc... pls 🥺

I have so many drafts and so many asks — and have been cursed with ADD. 😔 I’m so sorry for everyone who requested stuff, I’m trying to give this blog attention that it deserves.

(Romantic) Look-See and Shelley with a medium s/o

Look-See

Ooh, what an interesting lil’ thing he’s stumbled upon.

There’s a good chance Look-See may have been drawn to you because of this power. After a recent tragedy, you’ve noticed a lot more terrified souls floating around, and they’re fairly recent, too. One day, as you’re trying to talk to one about how they died, you feel an unsettling presence behind you. You turn around, and there he is, watching you while perched in a tree like some fucking cat.

He wonders if you’re bullshitting at first, but he soon realizes that you’re legit when you tell him exactly how many souls have started flocking around him looking for vengeance. Assuming you can channel these spirits, Look-See will have a terrifying time trying to evade you while he waits for the spirit to leave your body.

If you’re a more empathic soul to the monster’s victims, perhaps you’ll find yourself using your skills to help people reconnect with their deceased loved ones so they can find closure and move on. Then Look-See won’t have to kill them, and lives won’t be lost.

He tries to be really considerate of any spirits that might be wandering the house. Before he sits down somewhere he’ll sign “is someone here?” just to make sure he doesn’t accidentally sit on a spirit. Surprisingly considerate for a demon that kills people for being petty.

Shelley

She probably met you while she was being a passive ghost and wandering around the halls of Avon Manor. You’re a new faculty member at the school when your spirit senses start going off. You had expected this, as you’ve heard the rumors that a poor student died here in 1989, but you had hoped the poor thing would’ve been able to move on.

She really likes talking to you! It’s so nice to have someone acknowledge her existence after all these decades by herself. She’ll tell you stories of the field hockey matches she won and tel you about all the crap she’s seen here over the years. Bad teachers, bad kids, education scandals, the works. Shelley’s been here for a while and she has all kinds of tea.

Just because Shelley’s a typically passive spirit doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a poltergeist streak. She’ll defend those who are being picked on, teachers and faculty alike, as some kind of avenging angel. But since she has a tendency to turn murderous, you’ll have to coax her into being more PG with her revenge.

Students picking on a teacher during class? They get smacked upside the head. Teachers being lazy with their students? They come back from lunch to see “do your goddamn job” scratched into the blackboard. Don’t even get her started on what she does to the teachers who try to groom students. You’re the only one that knows who strung up Mr. Noah on the basketball hoops.

Shelley is somewhat technologically challenged, so it’s utterly amazing when you hear that she somehow managed to disable school security system so you guys can hang out after-hours. She may be stuck in ‘89, but she’s a resourceful young lady. You guys hang out in the library, you have races down the halls, and sometimes you play field hockey. And sometimes, there may be a few less brownies for the school lunch tomorrow.

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

thinkin more abt them la squadra were'd wolfs........

ok so reader recently moved into this little forest town b/c the quiet helps hone their skill as a spirit medium

they're renting out a tiny lil house in one of the more 'suburb' parts of town. la squadra r neighbours in the woods, they have a lodge with enough space for all of them that they call the 'big house' where some live permanently (risotto and formaggio at the very least but probs more) and the rest at least live nearby, the big house is like. the pack's home base

sorlato have their own little cabin in a creepy part of the woods lol and illuso and ghiaccio just like their space so they have their own places too, illuso probably lives closest to you but none of them are very far

formaggio lives at the big house partly b/c he has a kitty (little feet) and doesn't want to just leave him alone half the time + cats don't like going back and forth. little feet absolutely loves you.

they have a lot of space since they live in the woods n stuff and eventually they decide to get some chicken friends. they have what is essentially a void chicken (blessed by a witch). her name is metallica and she is risotto's baby. catch him cradling her in his arms and she has this ominous aura about her and her little chicken warbles echo in a terrifying way but ris is just like shhh baby i know i will get u ur treats

ris and mel both go into the city a lot, ris works at a body mod parlour and mel is at university gettin one of them fancy degrees. melone takes you on motorcycle rides 😍

GHIACCIO TAKES U ICE SKATING ON ONE OF HIS FAVE PONDS IN THE WOODS WHEN ITS WINTERTIME OOOOGHNGKGHN

ok so some wolves. i feel like sorlato are the ones most likely to come pester you on the full moon if you're not hanging out with the pack already, you'll hear scratching at your front door and lo and behold there's two of your wolf boyfriends. open the door a tiny crack and sorbet will just shove right in like he owns the place and kiss your hand and gelato bounds in with the big wagging werewolf tail that threatens to knock everything off ur shelves and will want to play wrestle u (gently, cause ur his adorable squishy human and he'd never want to get too rough)

sorbet's wolf is big but sleek with fur so black it's almost blue. gelato is smaller and scruffy with more honey-coloured fur. get ready to be snuggled between two wolf bfs and then wake up between them on the living room floor cause they didn't fit anywhere else but now they're human-shaped and nakey lol

ghiaccio's wolf is all white and very fluffy. risotto's wolf is also very fluffy and HUGE and nearly all black but for a lil white patch on his chest. formaggio's wolf is such a pretty russet colour and illuso's wolf is VERY pretty just like him, with rich brown fur that's very very soft. you also don't know how he can still manage to look like he's smirking like he knows all your secrets while sitting so nicely with his tail over his pawbs. you've probably told him he's almost foxlike and he's like [indignant chuff]

also for the ones who have tattoos you can still see em if you part the fur enough but good fucking luck doing that with risotto's wolf cause his fur is so thick

so since wolfy things work as a cycle that follows the moon the lead up to the full moon probably has all of them at high energy so u got nine werewolf boyfriends who's teefs and claws and glowing eyes and pointed ears are a constant for a couple days and they're all going brrrr

then they chill out once they've gotten all their energy out but it's really cute and funny

also also i want more minor appearances from other characters too. im picturing formaggio and squalo as coworkers, they're bartenders at the local pub so a bunch of y'all go to hang out there a lot, squalo is maybe a merman??? he has shark teefs. tiziano is his witch boyfriend who is also always there.

MAGIC!! ROMANCE!!! FRIENDSHIP!!!! WILDERNESS!!!!! CHICKENS!!!!!!