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Summary: anon request - "can you do one where y/n likes Colby and he likes her but they don't really do anything about it but flirt until they're at the spot and a ghost/demon thing (you can completely make up the scenario), torments and targets y/n to the point she's crying and runs out with Colby chasing after her? Pleaseeeee"

Warning: This one shot will start out kinda funny and flirty between reader and Colby, but it will get dark and contain the reader being targeted by the spirits and some actions include; being touched, pushed, choked, scratched, spoken to, and other things some readers might find a bit creepy. There will also be mentions of murder at the place of exploration and other bad things some readers may be triggered by.

Read with care my lovelies!

Word count: 10.3k

Disclaimer: I completely made this story up!

"We're going to explore the Hellriegel Manor in a few days.. you in?" Colby says on the other end of the phone. You smile to yourself and sigh, "I suppose I can make time in my very busy schedule for you."

You are always up for doing a video with them, even hanging out with them off camera. You've known them for a while, so sleeping over at their place or in the same tent while in the middle of some haunted woods wasn't that big of a deal, or so you thought.

"You better, y/l/n. We need you on this one." Colby chuckles to myself, "Plus, we kinda miss you out here."

You liked Colby, a lot actually. Sam is always teasing you guys, mainly because he knows he likes you too, but you both always shoot it down for stupid reasons.

You thought that maybe it would be best if you just kept him as a close friend, but the light flirting and how comfortable you are with each other makes it incredibly hard, not to mention, you and Colby are always thinking about each other though, especially when you crash at their place, and when you're asleep in a tent within in an arms reach away from each other.

You laugh as you hear Sam in the background yelling, "Don't let him lie to you y/n. He's been crying like a baby every night since you've been gone."

Point proven.

"Shut up, dude, my god. She can hear you." Coby says with a groan and you can tell that he's getting shy, "Fuck." You picture his big smile as you grab your laptop, listening to them bicker back and forth like usual.

You had to admit, you missed them, too. Even though you're visiting your family on the east coast, you honestly felt homesick.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." You bite your lip, waiting for a response but it's quiet, "Um, hello?"

You hear muffled yelling, and you already know that it's Colby trying to get Sam to keep his mouth shut, "That's great, y/n! See you tomorrow!" Colby yells over Sam trying to yell out.

"Stop it. Please." You can hear Colby laugh, and Sam yells, still slightly muffled, "Bye!"

You hang up and shake your head laughing as you click open a new tab and type in the place Colby said you're going.

"Hellriegel Manor." You repeat to out loud after reading one do the old newspaper headlines. You scroll down as your eyes scan over the screen,

Multiple prostitutes brutally murdered in Hellriegel Manor

Callum Hellriegel is the devil himself

The ruthless murder of Hellriegel Manor revealed

Callum Hellriegel, killer found dead by self inflicted gunshot wound to head

The town thinks workers at the manor were involved

You blink a few times, shaking your head as you let out a sigh. You reach for your phone and FaceTime Colby.

He picks up fast, "Hey."

"So a possible demon. That's nice." You look into the camera and tilt your head. He takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh, "I was trying to wait until you got here to tell you, but I guess cats out of the bag."

You nod, "Yeah, yeah." You laugh slightly and squint, "Oh no." Colby looks behind him then back to you, "What?"

"It's quiet... did you finally kill Sam?" You smile slowly and he laughs, "No, no. He's upstairs editing."

"So I called at the right time then, huh?" You tease and he nods with a smile, "Yeah, yeah, you did."

You move back onto your bed, continuing to look up the manor, "Colby."

"Yes?" He asks staring at you through his phone, but he looks away when you look, "This place looks fucking creepy, and it sounds even worse."

You know what he's about right say next, so you cut him off by speaking, "I'm still going." You bite your lip as you read, "I think with having a girl there, it might help us figure out what really happened."

He nods, "I was taking to Sam about that, too, actually. It also might be the worse because of how bad that Callum dude is made out to be."

"Yeah, but.." You nod slowly as you read more, and your eyes widen, "Colby."

"Y/n."

"Do you know what Hellriegel means?" Your eyes move over to your phone that's propped up against your computer screen and he shakes his head, "Probably something not good."

"It means the Devil, in German." You swallow slowly, "Fuck I have the chills now."

"Again.. if you do-"

"I'm going." You smirk, "My flight is already booked and.." just as you were about to say something really sweet, you hear Colby groan and Sam appears on the screen, "Ayo!"

You laugh and wave, "Hi again Sam."

"She's looking up Hellriegel Manor." Colby looks up at him and he sighs, "Does that mean you cancelled your flight?"

You scoff, "Please. Do you not have any faith in me, Golbach?" He smirks and rolls his eyes, "You right. Plus you'll have this guys, Mr intimidator here, to protect you." He grabs Colby's shoulders and shakes him slightly.

Colby's face is turning red, but so were your cheeks. You had to admit, it's getting a lot harder for you to resist each other, especially when he is making sure you're okay in the middle of an investigation.

He was and is the one you run to when you're jumping out of your skin scared.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I gotta go tell my parents that I'm leaving tomorrow." You pick up your phone and set your laptop down before you get up.

"Text us your landing time and we'll be here." Sam says and you give him a thumbs up. He walks away and Colby points the phone back to him, "Tell them we said hey and I'll see you tomorrow."

You smile and nod, "I will, and I'll see you tomorrow."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You couldn't stop thinking about what Colby said, about this possibly being a bad idea about you going, but you never turned away an adventure with Sam and Colby.

You're not going to start now.

As you walk through the airport, you hear your name being called. You jump slightly and turn, seeing Sam and Colby walking up to you.

"How was your flight?" Sam asks bringing you in for a hug. You hug him back, "It was alright, boring but alright." You look over at Colby who can't wait to have you in his arms, as you lean back from Sam.

"Glad you made it here safe." Colby wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. You close your eyes, happy to be back with them until Sam clears his throat, "Maybe get a room or something?"

"Dude." Colby says loosening his arms from your waist as he turns to him trying not to laugh. You roll your eyes, "You'll never quit will you?"

He shrugs and holds his hands up, "Maybe if you guys would just admit that you like each other.."

"Oh my god." You try to hide your smile, but ayour cheeks regaining that blush of pink like normal doesn't help matters at all, "Can we just go please? I'm hungry."

Colby laughs slightly and wheels your suitcase behind him, "Yes. Please." He glares over at Sam who can't help but smirk at him.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Back at the house, they give you the rundown on what they know about Hellriegel.

"So as you already know, Callum Hellriegel was a very.." Sam trials off as he tilts his head and you raise your eyebrows, "Devil of a man?"

Sam nods, "Exactly."

Colby speaks up, "There's been a mix of good and bad investigations, so it's really hard to tell what exactly we'll be dealing with."

You nod, "Hmm. Well I mean, if it gets too bad we can always high tail it out of there."

Colby nods, "Yeah, exactly. did you read up on anything else after our call or no?" You shake your head, "Since you said you wanted to fill me in, I figured I'd wait. Hear what you have to say." You smirk slightly and he nods.

"How nice of you." Sam says laughing, "But on a serious note guys.." he looks to Colby and back at you, "we truly have no idea what we're going to walk into."

"That's the exciting part though, right?" You shrug and smile, trying to stay positive because you were actually shitting your pants about going to this place.

"Bingo." Sam points and looks at his phone when it goes off, "That's the owner of the manor.." he answers, "Hello?"

You and Colby exchange smiles as you look back to Sam who is nodding, "Alright sick, yeah thank you." He hangs up and looks between you and Sam, "Tomorrow night."

You're kinda shocked but then again, kinda not surprised that it's happening this soon, "Oh great."

"What? Getting scared are we?" Sam teases and you side eye him, "Where is your faith in me, Sam? We talked about this." You laugh and he shakes his head, "I honestly didn't expect him to let us in that easy. It's always been a fight for other investigators to go there."

You smile, "You guys are changing the world, how could they not?"

"You're a part of this team too, y/n.." Colby smiles and looks from you to Sam, "So we are changing the world." He looks back to you, "You sure you're up for this?"

"I'm sure."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

It wasn't until two am when you stared up at the ceiling, wondering if you really are sure about this. The more you thought about it the more it scared you but this is what you do, you remind yourself over and over again.

This is what you do.

Luckily, this isn't the first time you've been in this situation, and each time you are, both Sam and Colby make sure you're okay, along with each other of course.

You let out a sigh, rolling over to face the tv and your phone lights up. You reach out, grabbing it to pull back over to you and you see it's a message from Colby, I know you're nervous about this place and honestly.. we are too, but if things do turn bad, we'll get out of there.

You turn onto your back and a smile rests on your lips and your thumbs quickly tap the keyboard on your screen, I was actually needing that reassurance right now. I can't sleep because I am very nervous about tomorrow, but we've probably been through worse, right?

As you're waiting for a reply, you see a twitter notification pop up at the top of your screen and you laugh slightly, "Fucking Sam."

You click on the notification,

@/SamGolbach: New video popping up soon! @/Colbybrock, @/yourtwittername, and myself are going to be spending the night in the Hellriegel Manor. Stay tuned!!

You like the tweet and retweet it with a bunch of nervous face emojis and Colby instantly likes it.

You click on your group chat with both Sam and Colby, So we're all just up huh?

Sam texts back, Um, no. Only losers who won't confess their love for each other are awake at 2 in the morning

Same texts back again, talking about you Brock

Colby sends you a text separately then replies into the group chat, I'm not up what are you talking about?

You laugh as you type, bring the party down here, I'm kinda freaking myself out

Sam instantly replies, Take it to Colby's room

"Sam!" You hear Colby yell from upstairs and then a door opens, "Only trying to help." Sam says as he comes down the stairs, a shirtless Colby behind him, "Only making it worse, brother."

You sit up, looking back at them, "Can you turn the light on, please?"

Colby nods, flipping the light on and Sam instantly yells, "Oh my god, behind you."

You jump up off the couch, running backwards towards them and you push Sam when you turn to him, "Asshole."

"That wasn't cool, man." Colby shakes his head at Sam and you look up at Colby, "You can laugh." He fights it, and shakes his head, "No.. no.. it's alright."

You roll your eyes and make your way back to the couch, turning on a YouTube video about the manor, "Let's learn all we can shall we?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You don't even know when you fell asleep, you just know that when you woke up, you weren't alone. You look up at a still sleeping Colby, smiling slightly as you listen to him snore softly.

Your attention is ripped away when you hear Sam coming down the steps carrying his backpack, "Mornin' sleepy heads.. or head.. I'll let you wake the beast."

You smirk and shake your head, looking back at Colby, staring at him for a few seconds before tapping his chest, "Hey, Colbs."

He doesn't budge so you tap harder and lean in, "Colby." He jumps slightly and looks at you with an immediate smile taking over his face, "oh hey." He stretches his arm slightly, "What time is it?"

You tilt your head back, "Sam what time is it?"

"Almost time to leave."

"That doesn't give me a-"

"It's nine." He smirks when you look at him, raising his eyebrows as he motions to you and Colby, making a heart with his hands. You wave him off and look back at Colby, "It's nine."

He sighs and sits up, "Okay. So we have an hour until Sam wants to leave."

"You know me so well." Sam says walking over and grabbing stuff off the coffee table. You tilt your head, "More like you drilled it into our heads repeatedly last night."

He mocks you before sighing, "Do you have to fight me on everything?"

You stand up and stretch, "Would I be one of your friend if I didn't?"

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After getting everything around, you finally make your way to the car.

"I figured we could film the intro once we got there?" Sam says playing around with the camera. Colby nods, "Works for me."

You lean back in the seat, clicking on the message Colby sent you before they came downstairs last night, I really didn't expect you to be awake so this is awkward, but you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, right? And I don't just mean that with the ghost hunting.

You smile to yourself, but snap out of it when Sam starts talking and you know he's recording, "We are on our way to Hellriegel Manor, we just left a little bit ago so we should be there in like two hours or so. How are you guys feeling?"

He turns the camera to Colby, "Colby. How are we feeling, buddy?"

Colby shrugs and laughs, "I am ready to try and get answers on whether this is truly a demon or not."

Sam turns the camera back to you, "Y/n. You shaking in your boots back there?"

"No but I will be once we hit that final stretch towards it." You laugh, "I'm excited."

Sam turns the camera around so it's on all of you, "We will keep you guys updated along the way. So far it'll be driving but you guys, luckily get to skip that part." He cuts the camera off and you can't help but laugh.

"What?" Sam asks turning and Colby laughs with you, "I'm laughing because she's laughing."

You sigh, "I don't even know why I'm laughing. I think I'm nervous now."

"Well, we can drop you off here. It's not a long walk back." Sam teases and you know he can feel your glare through the back of his seat, Colby's too.

"I'm kidding. I'm kidding." Sam laughs and it's pretty much just joking back and forth the whole way there because let's face it, you were scared to go there and you were all worried about each other.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Sam clicks the camera on as you drive through the rusted old gate, "We have arrived at our destination." He points the camera to Colby and he gives a big smile as he laughs, "I think I just shit my pants. This place is fucking creepy even in the day time, man." He leans forward, looking at the huge, visibly old house.

"Look at those pillars." Sam says with a sigh, "I have a feeling we underestimated this guys."

You nod, "Mhm." Sam puts the camera on you as Colby parks the car and you purse your lips together, "I just got cold."

Both of them turn back to look at you, "Really?" Colby asks and looks at Sam, "That's not good."

Sam turns the camera around and makes a face, "We literally just pulled up and already one of us is feeling something. If that doesn't say anything about this place.."

"You guys didn't feel that? I mean maybe it was a freak thing, but as soon as we went through the gate, I felt something and then the closer we got to the house I got a chill."

"Wow." Sam is shocked, "Alright, well on that note, we'll see you guys in a second." He ends it and turns back to you, "Are you good?"

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. I'm good." Colby looks back at you, giving you an are you actually look and you nod again, "Let's go."

As you get out of the car, Sam starts rolling again, "Alright guys, we are here at the Hellriegel Manor." He shows the old building, "This place is just.. I don't know."

"I'll tell you what it is, insane." Colby says while straining his voice as he leans into the camera.

You knew tonight wasn't going to be a good night, for you at least. You have continuously felt energy since the moment you crossed through the gate, and some of it wasn't good.

"Y/n?" Colby says walking over to you, "You good? You just like zoned out for a minute there."

You blink a few times and look up at him, "We might not be spending the whole night here."

Sam moves up to you, "Really? Why do you-"

"Something just moved in that very top-right window." You point and Sam moves the camera up to it, "Shit, are you serious? Colby did you see that?"

Colby shakes his head, "Shit. No."

"You Sam and Colby?" An older guy who's followed by two more guys, yells out.

"Hey, yes sir.." Colby says walking over and you and Sam follow him, "I'm Colby, this is Sam, and y/n."

You all shake hands and the guy sighs, "I'm Dean, these are my two sons, Riley and Luke. What all have you heard about this place?"

"Callum Hellreigel is a big name attached to this place, right? He was the one who caused all of the prostitutes to go missing?" Sam asks as he hands the camera to Colby.

Dean nods, "Yeah, in or around 1927, it was rumored that the reason he was killing these women, was for sacrifices, but people who have worked in the house swore up and down he didn't but who knows.." as Dean goes on explaining more about the manor, you suddenly feel a wave of dizziness was over you and you close your eye.

"No shit." Colby nods, "Do you know why he was doing that or .. anything?"

"Whoa. Hey, y/n." Sam moves to your other side and taps your arm, "You with us?"

You slowly open your eyes, "He doesn't like us talking about him." You can tell everyone around you tenses, "Sam once you said his name, I got dizzy."

"He likes you." Dean says wagging his finger at you, "He always likes the pretty ones."

Colby shifts towards you and you look over at him. He hands the camera to Sam and looks back up at Dean who sighs, "You might have the best of luck tonight, y/n."

"Great." You laugh slightly, "We also heard that it's hit or miss with how good or bad it can be."

Dean nods, "Oh yeah. Very much so. We've had people come in who didn't get anything but a few knocks and we've had people who were so overwhelmed within two hours they had to leave."

"That's crazy, dude." Sam says and looks at you and Colby. Colby shakes his head and laughs slightly, "Well we mean no harm, we just want to try and figure out if those old news articles were right."

"There's another figure in the window." You point to the same window and they all look up but it disappears.

"Are you talking about the far window on the right?" Dean slowly turns towards you and you nod, "Mhm."

He nods, "That's where his room is."

"Am I seeing him?" Your heart starts to race and Dean shrugs, "Very well could be." He nods towards the house, "Come on, we'll give you the tour."

"Are you okay?" Colby asks holding onto your arm. You nod, "This is going to be a very good video for you guys.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You know. During the day it's not as scary." Sam says with a nervous laugh, "Right?"

One of Dean's sons laughs, "Wait for sundown."

"I don't wanna wait for sun down.. sun please stay up." Sam laughs along with the rest of you.

"Now this room is the room where he held about five woman at a time. They'd come in here and basically wait for their turn with Callum." Dean opens the door and you guys walk into a small room, "There was always a guard, or whatever you want to call them, in here with them at all times."

"Oh wow." You shake your head, "This is.." you look around, "They were scared." Right after you say that, there's a thud and you all look towards the door.

"that sounded like it came from downstairs." Sam whispers, and soon after there's another thud, but closer. Colby walks over and looks, "There's no one out here dude. That was so loud, though."

"I'd say they were more than scared, sweetheart." Dean walks over and lifts up the loose wallpaper, revealing names that were scratched into the wall behind it, "Even the guards would mistreat the women who were held here."

"And he never got caught? How many years did he do this for?" Colby asks slightly confused, "like no one ever thought of check on the missing women from the town that's right down over the hill?" He laughs and looks at Sam who nods, "Right like you'd think that."

As they talk, you think for few moments quietly before tilting your head, "When we walk in, I could have swore I heard a whisper and now that I see this.." you walk over and bend down, "It was definitely Izzie."

"No fucking way." Sam says and walks over, showing the wall to the camera, "so like right when you walked in it was like bam someone whispering Izzie?"

You stand up and look at him, "I swear to god. I thought maybe I brushed against something like my jacket did.." you scratch your jacket off the wall, "but no. It was clearly a whisper."

"Oh my god." Colby says dragging it out slightly, "This is crazy."

"There's two more rooms you need to see, one of them being the basement." Dean motions for you guys to follow him and you make your way to the master bedroom.

"So this is where he stayed most of the time?" Sam asks, "With these prostitutes or whatever?"

Dean nods, "Yep, yeah he basically lived in here and right.." he pauses and walks over to the window and points on the ground, "..over here. Is where he shot himself."

"So wait.." you point to the window and walk over, looking out with a gasp, "oh my god." You look out at the spot you stood in when you seen the apparition in the window.

"Correct." Dean says and turns, "He would bring the women in here one at a time, do what he promised them lots of money to do and then they'd just never leave."

"That's dark, man. Sad too." Colby frowns and shakes his head. Dean nods, "So the other girls caught on pretty quick as to what was happening."

"I can't imagine the fear that was brought onto them as they waited to just die basically." Sam looks around amd Dean points to you, "If you want to try contacting him. You'll probably have the best luck. Lay on the bed if you feel brave enough."

Your heart sinks, "Oh shit, I don't think-" you look at the door quickly, but whatever was there vanishes, "the door way. Someone is watching us."

You walk over, looking out but nothing else is there. You turn back towards them, camera on you, "It's really cold right here."

"You're the first to honestly say they saw something in this room." Dean says and you raise your eyebrows, "Really?"

"Does he move around a lot or does he mainly stay in this room?" Colby asks but jumps when there's footsteps in the hallway. You lean back and shake your head, "Nothing."

"I've had people come in and say there's many, many spirits here." Dean points, "but the one I get feedback on most on the time is the basement. Lots say it's the worst, and I'll show you why." He motions for you to follow him.

Sam cuts the camera off, "I think you may be right, y/n." You walk with him and Colby as you follow the others, "We definitely underestimated this place." You look between them and walks down the steps.

As you approach the slightly skinny basement door, Sam starts recording as Dean turns to you, "You might not like it down here." He looks the door and he reveals a, very unsettling, dark stair well.

You turn and give the camera a fake crying face, "Oh no."

"There are no lights, we did put lights in, but they must not like them, so you have to use flashlights so be careful coming down." Dean says and everyone pulls their phones out and switches the flash on.

Dean and his sons go down first and you and the boys follow, "Hold on, I just want to see how dark it is." Sam switches off the light and everyone covers their lights, "Oh fucking hell."

You immediately grab onto Colby's jacket and his hand immediately goes to the side of your leg, both keeping a hold of each other until Sam turns the light back on. Colby laughs, "that's the, you can't see your hand in front of your face dark."

"Now, keep that in mind because down here.." Dean pauses, "They only had candles for light down here I'm pretty sure.."

You reach the bottom and your heart feels like it's working overtime. You feel dizzy, grabbing onto the first thing you could, Colby's arm, to not fall back.

"Whoa." He wraps an arm around your waist and you nod, "Dean.. let me tell you something.." you laugh slightly and point at him.

He nods, "You don't like it down here do you?" You shake your head, "Not at all." Your eyes scan over what you can see of the old jail cells.

You felt pain and sadness, and just flat out awful.

"Down here, they kept at least twenty more women at a time, five to a cell." Riley points, "Right above the last cell over there, is where the five upstairs were, so that cell you could hear almost everything, because there's a vent, for whatever reason."

"Did they make that vent so they could hear the screams and shit on purpose or?" Sam asks looking over towards the cell.

Dean nods, "I mean, it's very possible because it's literally just a straight shot, so. I wouldn't have put it past him, he was-"

A bottle rolls down the steps and you close your eyes, "No, no, no." You laugh nervously, "There's no fucking way."

"Are you kidding me right now?" Sam turns to Colby, "We didn't even start the investigation yet and a fucking bottle.. rolls down the steps?"

Colby's eyes are wide and his mouth is open, "Did you catch that?" Sam nods, "then sound and then maybe the end of it coming down." He sighs, "Oh what the hell did we get ourselves into?"

"I don't know but I'm scared." You admit, "This isn't going to be easy." You say into the camera and Colby crosses his arms, "What would they do down here exactly? To these women that were just held here waiting?"

Dean shrugs, "All of it.. and right over there around the wall of the stairs." He points and walks you guys over, "He had the women who, in the words of what I read and was told, couldn't please him like he wanted, tortured for hours on hours I guess."

"What did they do with the bodies? Do you know if they buried them or.." Sam asks and Dean shifts around slightly, "I just got a chill, but um.."

"Wait you just got a chill?" Colby steps forward, "It doesn't feel any different to me so that's creepy."

Dean chuckles, "Yeah, so anyway.. it was rumored they tried to cremate them theirselves, but I don't think it worked out, but when we were trying to clear some stuff out around the house, there was a well that was discovered and it had human bones in it, but no one really knows what happened to them they just vanished one day and no one asked questions."

"So there is a lot of pent up negative energy surrounding this manor." One of the guys says, but you're not focused on who. You shake your head, "Some just want to be free." You look at Sam and Colby, "Something is keeping them here and I think I know who it is."

"Oh god." Sam yells and jumps forward, spinning around really quick, "Something just grabbed my shoulder, swear to god."

"You good, man?" Colby walks up to him, and Sam nods, "Yes, yes. That just scared the shit out of me. Like I was just standing here and it felt like someone did this to me. But lightly." He demonstrates by grabbing Colby's shoulder.

"That may happen a lot more when we leave." Dean says and motions with his light to go back up.

Once you make it back outside, he turns towards the house, "Just keep reminding them why you are here and that you're the ones in control."

"Will that actually work?" Sam looks at Dean and he nods, "It'll definitely work for him." He points to Colby and you smile as you remember someone else telling Colby he's intimidating.

"I have been told that I intimidate spirits so.. that's my house now." He makes his voice strained, "No, im kidding. He laughs and Dean shakes his head, "No that's exactly it. Show you're in control and you should be fine."

"Should be, that's not too selling there, Dean." Sam says and looks at Colby. He shrugs, "I mean, it works for me."

"Well, good luck and if you're still here, I'll see you in the morning."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After getting the equipment from the car and talking for a little bit, it's almost dark so the three of you agree it's best to just start since you were already getting so much activity already.

"You good?" Colby asks as he sets up some stuff, getting it ready. You look up, "Yeah." You let out breathy laugh, "I'm nervous, but otherwise good."

"Oh shit." You hear Sam yell from outside, "No fucking way." You and Colby look at each other and run out, "What? what?" Colby asks going over to him.

You follow behind and he points, "I think I saw what you saw earlier, y/n. I turned the camera on but by the time I looked up, it was gone."

"Yeah, like it only wants you to see it, if it lets you." You run your hands over your face, "Okay so I think we should try and get something before we're basically chased out of here."

You come to regret saying those words, later on.

"Okay, yeah. So the living room area? See if we can get in touch with someone who worked here?" Colby says and Sam nods, "Let's do it."

As you walk up to the door, you turn around and look at Colby, "Did you just whistle?" He shakes his head, "No that wasn't me, was it you?" He points to Sam and he shakes his head, "No."

"There's a light whistle, but it sounded like it was right behind me." You close your eyes and shake your head, "Oh god."

"It's alright. Come on." Colby leads you into the living area and you stand over to the coffee table and set down the EMF, waiting for Sam and Colby to come in.

"Okay. Ill put a flashlight on the mantle here and-"

A loud knock cuts Sam off, "Did you hear that?" His eyes move between you and Colby and you both nod. He lets out a sigh, "Alright."

He starts rolling, "So we are here in the living room area of the Hellriegel Manor, and we've been hearing knocks.."

"A bottle rolled down the basement stairs, this place is absolutely insane already, but now we're here and we're going to start by asking some simple questions." Colby takes the camera from Sam so he can lay a flashlight on the mantle like he said, "We have just a regular flashlight here and then we have the EMF over there by y/n."

You switch it on and move away from it, "Do you want me to start?"

Immediately both the flashlight and the EMF lights up green. Sam and Colby both yell out, "Oh fuck dude."

You freeze, "Um. Okay. My name is y/n. I come with peace and just wanting to find out the truth about what happened here. Is there just one of you talking to us right now?"

You wait a few moments and as soon as you look at Colby it lights up red and the flashlight switches off.

Your eyes go wide as you look at Sam. His eyes search the floor as he thinks, "My name is Sam, I too come with peace, I just want to ask, are you trapped here?"

Colby moves the camera from the EMF to the flashlight, "Y/n. Repeat what Sam asked."

"Are you trapped here?" You ask and it's an immediate green light, no flashlight, "Am I speaking to one person now?"

Red light. Flashlight turns on making all of you gasp and yell. Colby shakes his head, "Dean was right, they must be drawn to her more than us."

Switches green and the flashlight stays on.

"That wasn't even a ques-" something falling from a shelf makes you jump and you bolt in between them, "Oh Jesus Christ."

"I'm Colby. I also come with peace. Was that you that just knocked that stuff over?" A few moments go by and nothing.

"If that was you, can you do it again, please?" You grip Colby's arm, "the hairs on the back of my neck just stood up." He looks down at you, "really?" You nod and Sam brings his hand up behind you, "It's literally only cold right here."

Suddenly you're pushed away from Colby, not hard, but enough to make you lean back.

"Did you just get pushed?" Colby asks, "You pulled me with you tha-"

What sounds like empty tin cans, hit the floor and roll, stopping in the entry way of the living room.

"Thank you." You say, "Am I speaking to the original owner of this house?" You let go of Colby and walk over to the doorway.

"Y/n, stay close please. This house is too un-" Colby gets cut off by the EMF lighting up red.

"Are you saying no to y/n's question?" Sam asks quickly and it flashes red. Your eyes go wide and you make your way back over to them, "Do you want me to stay close to Sam and Colby?"

Flashes red and the flash light turns on.

"Fuck me." You lay a hand on your face and the emf lifts up green.

"No." Colby says almost immediately, "You can't have her."

Flashes green and the flash light stays on.

You look at them, "I have to ask if it's him."

Flashes green again and the flash light goes off.

"Dude this is fucking wild, oh my god." Sam runs a hand through his hair, "Are you okay?" He looks at you and you nod, "Yeah, I'm good."

"I have a very important question for you." You move over and sit in the one chair, "Am I speaking to Callum Hellreigel?"

Lights up red and you feel kind of relieved until you see a shadow move on the stairs, "Fuck, the stairs. Something just went up."

"Are you going upstairs?" Colby asks and waits patiently. The EMF goes off and it's red, "Are you one of the women who were lured here and promised money?"

Lights up green.

"Is anyone else with you?" Sam asks and rests his hand against his chin.

Lights up green.

Just as Colby is getting ready to ask something you stand up, "Something just.." you point up and shake your head, "I just heard come on. Like something said come on."

"Is that you Callum? Are you trying to lure y/n up stairs?" Colby hands the camera back to Sam and looks over at you, no response.

"Okay, so they definitely move around." Sam sighs, "Fuck man. Y/n. How are you feeling?" You look over at them slowly, "Oh I'm great." You stand up, "Maybe we should move.."

"Where to next?" Sam asks and you walk over to them, "Upstairs. I don't think he killed himself."

They're both taken aback by what you said and Colby shakes his head, "Do you feel something towards that?"

You nod, "I have this.. uneasy feeling in my stomach and I get chills thinking about it. I don't think he shot himself."

The EMF reader lights up green and you jump slightly, "Fuck." Sam looks around, "Did you kill your self Callum?"

Nothing.

Colby repeats Sam's question exactly, nothing.

They both look at you, along with the camera and you take a deep breath and shake your head, "get the spirit box."

Sam stops recording, "That's a good idea. Where do you want to set up?"

Colby walks over to you and lays his hands on your arms, "You good to keep going?" You nod, "Yeah I need to find out what happened, I'm nosey." You laugh slightly and lean around to look at Sam, "Maybe top of the steps?"

He nods and you grab the equipment and look at the steps. Your eyes move up and down, getting a weird feeling about it, "Wait." You stop Sam and point to the floor at the bottom of the steps.

Colby starts recording and Sam sets it down, "let me just turn it on." He turns it on and a soft white noise fills the area.

Sam motions to you and you bite your lip, debating on which question to ask.

".. Up .."

"Yo, no." Sam covers his mouth and Colby laughs nervously, "No fucking way."

"Do you want us to go up the stairs?" You ask and chew on your nail.

".. Wall .. name.."

"Are you asking about the names on the wall in the room where the women were held?" Colby asks, "Did you whisper Izzie to y/n when we went in there earlier?"

A soft, 'y/n' is whispered behind you and you let out a slight yell, "Fuck, no. Someone just said my name."

"..Yes.."

"Callum was that you?" You close your eyes and shake it, letting out quiet, high toned "oh shit."

"Bed."

"Do you want us to go to the bedroom? Callum's room?" Colby asks rubbing his eyebrow and pulls you to him when you all clear as day hear,

"Just... her.."

"You can't have her." Sam says looking around, "You can't have any one anymore, do you hear me?"

".. Blood.. shed .."

"Doesn't mean blood shed, like bleeding or?" Colby asks Sam and he shakes his head, "I don't know, man."

"So scared."

"I know you're scared." You say and nothing else comes through.

"Why do you want y/n?" Colby asks moving the camera around, "Are you scared of us? I promise we mean no harm to any of you."

".. Pretty... girl .."

"do you guys feel okay?" You fan yourself, "I just got really hot all of a sudden." Colby hands the camera to Sam and feels your forehead, "You feel cold to me."

You're suddenly pushed backwards away from Colby's touch, "Fuck." He says pulling you over to Sam. He turns from recording the stairs, "What happened? What?"

Colby sighs, "She just got pushed again, dude."

"Maybe we should just go up." You close your eyes as Colby instantly disagrees, "Mm. No."

Sam cuts the camera off, "Colby. If she thinks she can-"

"We don't know what we're dealing with here, Sam. I'm not going to send her into a room alone." Colby argues.

".. Stop .."

"Stop what?" You ask and Sam turns the camera on, "So.. Colby felt y/n's head because she said she was hot and when he did that, y/n got pu-" a loud thud is heard from up stairs and Sam quickly turns the spirit box off and turns the camera to you guys, "Did you hear that?"

You nod, "Almost like.. a body falling onto the floor."

"That's what I was thinking." Coby says nodding.

Sam waits a few seconds more before picking up where he left off in a whisper, "So basically, whatever is here doesn't like us being close to y/n."

"Dean did say that she might be the target for tonight, just because of all the history with this place." Colby says.

"I think we should just do it because it's either his room or the basement and I'll tell you right now I'm not ready to go back down there yet." You chew on your cheek, "So let's just go up there and hit those rooms up there."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

There was a sudden decrease in activity in the other rooms but it quickly picked up when you moved back towards the bedroom.

"I think we should put the REM pod where Dean said he was shot." Sam suggests and you nod, "Yeah. That's good."

You have this feelings that something is watching you, and no it's not just Colby.

"Sam." Colby says, "You don't think.."

Sam stands up after checking the pod, "What?" Colby nods towards me, lowing his voice, "You don't think he's.. targeting her because of me do you?"

Sam glances at you and shrugs, "So you're admitting to liking her then?"

Colby sighs, "Yes, Sam. I'm admitting to it finally." He smiles but shakes his head, "That's not the point, how are we going to do this without any danger coming to her?"

"Why don't we just ask him?" You step forward, "You can be right outside the door."

Colby shakes his head, "No."

There's a loud bang and you jump, "Colbs. I got this. If anything happens, you'll be right outside." Sam starts rolling the camera, "So we are now in the room where Callum supposedly shot himself and y/n has decided to lay in Callum Hellreigel's very own bed. Alone."

Sam turns the camera to you, "How are you feeling?" You take a deep breath, "it is what it is right?" You shrug, but Colby didn't like that answer.

"I'll be fine." You hold two thumbs up and Sam points the camera at Colby, "Wanna tell them what we're doing?"

Colby clears his throat as he holds up the EMF, "We are going to set up y/n with the EMF as well, and she'll ask yes or no questions and hopefully we can get some answers.."

"Then we'll come back in after a little while and set up the spirit box, maybe catch something on that? I don't know how you guys feel about that.." Sam trails off and you nod, "Sounds good."

Colby's whole demeanor changed since you said you'll stay in the room by yourself. You keep looking at him, and he looks at you, but he has worry in his eyes.

"Alight so we're just going to put this in the corner here.." Sam says as he sets up the camera on the one stand, angled towards the bed and window.

Colby walks up to you, cupping your cheeks, "Anything, and I mean anything happens, yell, scream and we'll be here."

You nod, laying a hand on his, "I can handle this." You jump and Sam yells as something falls outside of the room, "What the fuck. That sounded like something massive."

"Shit." Colby says taking his hands away, "Sorry. Sorry." He holds his hands up and steps back from you. Your eyes move around the room as you make your way over to the bed, sitting criss cross, "See you soon."

"You're sure?" Sam asks one last time. You take a deep breath, "Yes." Colby's eyes are on you until Sam fully shuts the door, leaving you in the darkened silence, alone.

"Callum Hellriegel." You call out, "If you're here, can you go over and touch that little box that's on the floor for me?"

The red light flashes, indicating no on the EMF.

"Am I talking to someone else?" Your eyes scan around the room, taking slow deep breathes as you try to get used to the dark, no answer, "I should’ve stayed home." You joke quietly to yourself, "Is this where you wanted me?"

Instant green light.

You chew on your cheek as a chill washes over your body, "Fuck." You rest your hands on your head, "Did you kill all those women, Callum?"

Instant green light and the REM pod goes off.

"Did you kill them because they couldn't please you?" You rest your hand on your cheek and jump slightly when the EMF goes red.

"Did you kill them beca-" The EMF flashes red over and over again, "Stop!" You say loudly and it's soon followed by a loud bang on the window.

"Holy fuck." You sigh and place a hand on your chest, "Do you want us to bring the spirit box in so you can talk?"

Instant green light.

"Callum Hellreigel.. did you kill your self?" Your eyes move from the REM pod to the EMF, waiting for something, "Did someone else do it?"

Instant green light.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Okay, okay. Was it someone who worked for you?"

Instant red light.

"Was it one of the prostitutes?"

Instant green light.

"Is there anyone else here?"

Instant green light and you suddenly feel like you're being choked. You try to yell out as loud as you can, "C-Colby!" You feel the pressure on your neck vanish and you start coughing as soon as the boys bust through the door.

Colby is right next to you, "What? What? Y/n. Talk to me."

You're gasping for air still as you try to comprehend what just happened.

Sam brings the camera over, almost dropping it when he sees the finger marks on your neck.

"Holy fuck- Colby." Sam moves your hair to show the camera, "Oh my god. Are you okay? Oh fuck."

Colby's eyes are glued to your neck, "Can you breathe? Are you okay?"

"I-I.." you clear your throat, rubbing your hand over the prints, "I believe.. I was talking to Callum, and then I asked if anyone else was here and it went to yes and then i just suddenly felt like I was being choked."

"What the fuck, okay let's just get out of this room, I don't.." Sam sighs and shakes his head, "I don't like this."

As you're gathering the equipment and getting ready to walk out, you're pushed into Sam causing him to stumble a step forward, "That wasn't me." You say quickly as he turns around, "are you okay?"

Colby shuts the door with a slam and sighs, "This is fucking insane.. I can't believe this happened."

"Did you hear that?" You look down the steps, "Something just moved into the living room."

Sam points the camera, the light shining down and there's nothing there, "What the fuck, what the fuck?!"

"Shh. Shh." You shush Sam and look around, "I thought I heard whispering."

Colby lays a hand on your back, "Let's go outside, talk about what happened and then we can figure out what we wanna do."

Colby was just worried about getting you out without anymore damage.

You make your way outside, camera still rolling, bending down to the ground, "Oh my god."

"Okay. So y/n.. she got attacked basically and we're trying to figure out why. She's okay. She's okay.. it's just.. " Sam keeps the camera off of you until you stand back up, "Fuck."

"So." You walk over to them, using your hand to hide your neck from the camera, "As soon as you guys left, it was.. weird, it was fucking weird." You laugh slightly and shake your head, "I asked if it was him. Said no. Then I asked if it was someone else, no answer and then I asked if I was where they wanted me and that was an instant green light."

"What if.. what if it's not Callum?" Colby looks between you and Sam and Sam gasps, "One of the women?"

You hold your hand up, "Oh just wait. So then I asked if he killed all those women. Instant green light. I then asked if it was because they couldn't please him and it said no."

"Wait, y/n.. Did you tell stop at one point?" Sam asks and you nod, "The red light kept flashing over and over, so then I told it to stop and then it sounded like something hit the window. Hard. It was loud."

"Wait what?" Colby looks to Sam, "Did you hear anything?" Sam shakes his head, "I thought I heard her yell stop but it was much quieter than she says she yelled."

"Do you think.. wait.." Colby looks at you, "Izzie. That's what was whispered to you right?" You nod and he shrugs, "What if she killed him?"

"That's actually something that very well could have happened.. He favorited her maybe and she developed this jealously? Oh my god, the story just keeps unraveling." Sam points the camera back to you and you continue, "I asked if they wanted us to bring the sprit box in and it said yes. It also said yes to me asking if someone else killed him.." you look between them, "..and to if it was one of the prositutes."

"Yo, no. Are you fucking serious!?" Sam's mouth drops, "Is said yes to that?"

You nod, "Sure did."

"Izzie probably is intimidated by you." Colby says, "I think we have this all wrong." You run your hand over your head, "Mhm. But it was like not even a second after the light went green I felt this pressure around my neck and I couldn't move. I wasn't even sure if you guys heard me calling."

"I heard you scream Colby, a lot louder than when you yelled stop." Sam shakes his head, "If I would have known we would have came in.." he looks at Colby, "They said about the spirit box.."

Colby shakes his head and looks at you as Sam moves the camera onto you, "I think we should just take a break, give them time to settle, if they will." You suggest and Sam nods, "That's a good idea."

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The whole time you guys took a break, Colby hasn't left your side as you guys discussed and agreed on what you were doing.

He found himself glancing at your neck every so often, wondering if him putting up more of a fight would have kept you safe.

"Colby.." you whisper, "Colbs." You finally get his attention, "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Not your fault. I chose to go in there." You lay a hand on his cheek, "Okay?"

He nods, not really convincing you but you go with it as Sam walks over, "Are you ready?" He looks at you and you nod, taking Colby's hand in yours, "Yeah. We're ready."

"Anything else happens and I'm throwing you over my shoulder and taking you out of there myself." He whispers low into your ear as sam walks towards the house.

You smile slightly, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

He keeps his arm around you until you reach the front door. He walks in but you stop, staring up the steps, "Sam. Don't move."

Colby looks between you, Sam and the steps, "What?" He whispers quietly and you point slightly, "There's a woman.." you raise your voice, "Izzie?"

The figure you see turns from the top of the steps and goes into Callum's room.

"We need to do the spirit box."

You make your way up to the room and Colby walks in first. Then you, then Sam. The REM pod gets put on the floor, and turned on. Sam backs away from it and you take a deep breath.

"We mean no harm to anyone that is here." You say and look around, "Izzie. If you were the one that choked me, can you touch that box on the floor over by the window?"

You close your eyes as soon as it lights up.

"Fucking shit dude." Sam says pointing the camera to you. You open your eyes and step towards the bed, "Did you get jealous of the other girls? Make that light up for me if you were."

You look over at Sam and Colby, who are whispering stuff to each other, and back to the pod as it lights up.

"one more time if you want us to turn on the spirit box." You run a hand through your hair and turn back to them as it lights up a few times in a row.

Colby takes the camera and Sam grabs the box, walking over and setting it on the window sill, "You will be able to talk to us using this box here."

Colby moves over closer to you and Sam and as soon as Sam flips it on, "Why did you choke y/n?"

".. doesn't... belong.."

"She doesn't belong here in general or doesn't belong to Callum?" Colby continues and you chew on your nail as you wait patiently.

".. not.. his..."

"Can you tell us who isn't his? Are you talking about Callum?" Sam interjects, "Y/n doesn't belong to Callum."

"..Mine.. my doing.."

"Are we talking to Izzie or Callum?" You rest your hand on your cheek, "Can you please tell me who we are talking to?"

".. Colby.."

"What the hell?" Colby groans and laughs slightly, "Can you tell me who I'm talking to?" He asks giving the camera to Sam, "I'm right here."

".. not.. yours.."

You look at Sam then go to Colby.

"..out.. out.. Izzie.."

"Did you kill Callum, Izzie?" Sam asks, "Was it you who shot him in front of the window?"

" .. y/n.. stay .."

You let out a quick scream as something grabs your arm, "No. I'm not staying. You cannot have me." The same bang on the window that happened while you were alone, happens again.

Colby aims the camera to the window, "fuck, what was th-"

".. keep her safe .."

"We are keeping her safe." Colby says as he pulls you in between him and Sam, "Do not touch her. Do not touch us."

You look around, "Shit." You jump, "Izzie. Leave."

" .. Sam .. "

"Okay no. No that's.. no.." Sam laughs nervously, "Do you want us to leave?"

" .. Colby ... and Sam .. "

"Alright we're done." Colby hands the camera back to Sam and turns off the box, "I don't think Callum is a demon. I think Izzie has some jealousy to figure out and she won't be doing that with you." He looks at you and you nod, "Fine."

"That was fucking insane, dude. What the actual fuck was that?" Sam shakes his head, unable to comprehend what just happened.

You hear another whisper as you turn towards the door, "did you hear that?" Sam and Colby stop talking and go quiet as they listen.

You turn towards them, "Please don't go is what I just heard.."

"We're going." Sam and Colby say in unison which makes you all kinda laugh, fear still in overdrive. You spin in a slow circle, "Whatever is in this room, this house, who ever you are, you cannot follow us out of this house. You cannot follow us home. You can not come with us."

As Sam bends down to pick up the REM, Colby lays his hand on your back but you wince and gasp, "What the fuck?"

"What?" Colby asks looking over you, "What happened?"

"Lift my shirt." You turn back around and Sam comes over with the camera, the light on top shining onto your back.

Colby slides your shirt up, "We're done. That's two fucking scratches l, Sam." He looks at Sam and you turn around, "Two?!"

As soon as you stand all the way up, you get dizzy and stumble back slightly into the wall. You suddenly feel like your emotions aren't yours anymore and you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

Flashes of a woman in a long dress and a man undressing her appear in your mind.

She's screaming. Crying. There's two more guys, but they're standing in the corners, watching it happen.

You feel like you're seeing someone else's vision until everything goes black and you start to regain the imagine of Colby and Sam standing in front of you.

"Y/n.. hey." You hear Colby say as he shakes you gently, "Y/n. Hey where'd you go?"

Your head snaps up to him, "What?" You look around, shaking your head, "I don't.. what just.."

"You weren't you." Sam says, "You went back into the wall and then you were in a stare, Colby tried for like two minutes to get you to look up."

"We.." your chest rises and falls quickly, "I'm so scared right now." A loud thump on the wall behind you rattles the room and you high tail it out of there.

Down the steps and out the door as Sam and Colby follow you.

"Y/n. Hey, hey wait." Colby yells, "Y/n." He walks up to you and takes you into his arms. You freak out for a second until you realize it's him and you let your body fall into his.

"Is she okay?" Sam asks running up, "What the fuck just happened?"

Colby shrugs, "I have no idea. But I see why they don't just let anyone in here."

He looks down at you, arms still tightly around you, "Hey. You're okay. I got you." You tilt your head up, slowly looking back at the building.

You let out a slight laugh, "Did I.. just.. did I just get possessed or something?"

They're both looking at you worried, "I saw a woman.. screaming as a man was taking off her dress and two other men in the corners were watching.. I don't.. was that.."

"We don't have an answer for that, but what I do know is that we're getting far from this place as possible." Colby lets you go as you stand up straight.

You look at Colby and point your finger at him, "Remember what I said to you last night, about us probably having been through worse?"

Colby nods as his hands move up and down your arm.

"Well, this is worse." You laugh anxiously, tears welling up into your eyes again, "What the fuck was that?"

"We're going home. It's okay." Colby wraps his arms around you, "Sam, can you drive home?" Sam yells out a quick 'yeah' as he packs the trunk back up.

"Come on. We're going home."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Thinking of maybe doing a part 2? Not sure yet, maybe like the aftermath of the Hellriegel Manor?

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FEIGNING FOR YA’

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CHAPTER 1

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: as a little childish act of rebellion, you try dating your friend, Luke Castellan, to really piss off your parents (for a actual real reason, not the small things they hate). what was supposed to be no strings attached turned into a little more than just childish revenge.

warnings: slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth

a/n: i have re-written this one too many times and am still in the process of revising and proofreading to give you guys the best condition of the start of this fic series! So sorry for the delay!

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“Are we still friends?”

“What?”

“Can we be friends?”

“After all of this?”

“After all of this.”

It would be a disastrously great story to tell your grandkids (if you had grandkids). Quite embarrassing really, telling someone about how naive and oblivious you were (still are.)

It was spring. The flowers in full bloom. Allergies spreading like wildfire due to pollen. Thankfully, it was raining cats and dogs, so no stuffy noses tonight. You decided to come back from your hometown two days before spring break ended. As much as you were homesick after spending so long at college, your family made you feel homesick for college.

It was torturous. Questions and questions about your college life were thrown at you left and right. From potentially having a significant other to your major that you were taking to who you were friends with to being disappointed in your college major to asking about your grades to being disappointed you party to just being disappointed.

All in all, truly you loved your family. Really, you do. Your aunt made great pastries. Your dad a great cook. Your uncle made really funny (bad.) jokes. Yet, they found some way to critic your every decision and move you make. You hated it.

Your shoes squeaked on tiled stairs. Lugging up your suitcase, you just prayed you didn’t fall. The tiles were wet because people’s shoes were wet. You did not want to pay a hospital bill after barely paying for college.

By the time you got to your dorm, you were already half asleep, running on an overpriced yogurt parfait from the airport. The soft comforter of your bed calling out to you like a siren’s song.

You were lulling off to dreamscape when a loud ominous creak filled the silence. “C’mon. You gotta be better than that. Lock your doors.” Luke’s “charming” voice replaced your peace. “Some creep could waltz in and kidnap you in your sleep.”

“Supposed you’re that creep?”

Luke has been attached to your hip since highschool, freshman year. Both of you have suffered through each other’s numerous cringy phases (only to bring them up for the annual birthday post on instagram).

He was one of the friends your parents despise. They always ranted about how they’ve been a bad influence to you since highschool.

“Depends.” The bed dipped under his weight. “Do you think you look okay enough to go out?”

“I guess, but I feel disgusting.” You answered. Confusion swimming through your mind. Where was Luke going with this?

“Are you upset because of a recent event?”

“Kinda.”

“Upset enough to stay holed up the whole evening?” Luke rephrased.

“No.”

“Okay.” Decision.

You heard his windbreaker swish as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Luke!” Like a bag of potatoes you were tossed over his shoulder. “You fucking—!”

He grabbed what he was originally came in your dorm for and exited. Silena, Chris and Clarisse were waiting for Luke and now, you. “Welcome back!” Silena said, masking her shock.

No one knew you were coming back home early and Luke wasn’t surprised. As much as you wanted to stay in your dorm and sleep, you were glad to be with your friends.

The restaurant was loud and lively. The rain ceasing. College students were celebrating their final few days before classes started up again. The occasional drunks here to watch the multiple football games going on. Your friend group chose to celebrate.

The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the bright TVs that played various football and soccer games. Drinks slid down the bar into the awaiting consumer’s hand. Alcohol got everyone in a better mood during the night (though the same cannot be said the morning after).

A waiter placed down the five shots Luke had ordered, in toast of your unexpected return and the final days of spring break. The shot glasses made a tiny clink before the liquid burned your throat. It left a warm feeling in your chest.

Silena and Clarisse went to take photos via Chris the cameraman. The three went out to the porch of the restaurant bar. You opted out and Luke stayed with you. You weren’t exactly in the nicest clothes.

Another round of shots were placed on the table. Luke ran his fingers through his curls and checked his phone. “What’s bothering you?” He asked.

“What?” You tore your gaze from the two girls and looked at Luke.

“You said you were upset about something, but not too upset to not go out.” Luke explained. “Better to get it off your shoulders than to bottle it up.”

You roll your eyes at his last sentence and sat up in the cushioned restaurant chair. “Family.” Luke laughed a little at that. He’s known how perfect your family wants you to be.

You shove your face into your hands as if you were reliving the reunion all over again. “I didn’t even do anything bad or get in serious trouble this time!”

Luke nodded along slowly, taking in your every word. You can’t tell what he’s thinking as you continue on your little rant. Yet his face shifts as you rant.

“Why are your grades like that?”

“I saw your Instagram post. Drinking? Really?”

You parrot some of the questions your family said to you, with their fake smiles and judgmental eyes. You were old enough to drink! “And then they started talking my ear off about you all. Clarisse! Thalia, you—Silena and Chris” The list goes on. Luke knows it. You know it.

“Why are you friends with that temperamental girl? Lord knows the trouble you’ll be roped into with her.” You mocked your parents, aunts and uncles’ words. “I don’t like how that Thalia girl. Too rebellious, disrespectful too!”

“That one girl is an airhead. Head in the clouds.”

“Don’t get me started on that Luke boy again.”

“Get better friends.”

“Maybe you hang out with a different group.”

“They piss me off! And well maybe they’re concerned about my wellbeing, but—they keep harping me about everything little thing I do.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes exhausted. “Which is why I came back early.”

“So piss them off.” Like that was the hardest thing you do. You unintentionally trigger their judgmental side without even trying.

“What?”

“It’s what I do to my dad. I piss him off most of the time when he tries to come back.” Luke shrugged. “If they hate all of us so much. Date one of us, shit—date me, you’ve known me the longest. I think they’d be pretty pissed about you dating a bad influence.”

“That’s so childish.” You commented, but it was good, but it could work. Rebellion never hurt anyone that bad. Well, maybe your aunt will have a “heart attack”, but it should be fine.

And you were out of options to try and get your family off your back.

So the next afternoon, when Clarisse was out, Luke and you sat on your bed and conjured up a contract for this temporary relationship; a day before break was over.

“I don’t see why we need a contract.” Luke sipped on a juicebox. The sunlight providing a nice atmosphere in your dorm room.

“I saw it work on a show I watched kinda.” You whispered the word “kinda” under your breath. It was a long time since you’ve seen the show.

Luke raised an eyebrow and set the empty juice box on your desk. “So…uh—terms and conditions.” You typed out on a Google doc in big bolded letters. How do you start this?

“We could “date” from now until the start of summer? I think that is a long enough rebellion.” You suggested and looked at Luke. “I have to go back home for Easter and my little sister’s birthday, but then I have that family trip in summer…”

“Sure.” Luke agreed.

You looked at him silently asking him to elaborate. “From now until that family trip is over. I’ll go to Easter, the birthday and the trip.”

“You aren’t trying to mooch off me for the trip are you?”

Luke slid the computer to him and typed out the first terms and conditions. He ignored your question with a smile and a shake of his head. “You have to come with me when it’s Mother’s Day though.”

You agreed to that relatively quickly. Your mom and dad were always out of town that day. “I’m fine with kissing on the cheek and forehead and holding hands, if you are?”

“What? No lips?” Luke teased with a grin.

“I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” You muttered in embarrassment.

“Fine, no lips.” You were slightly surprised Luke didn’t tease you for not having your first kiss yet. He typed it on the computer. “And no sex.”

“No sex.” You agreed. “And we cannot let the others know. They’ll start talking and then it’ll get to my family somehow—”

“Okay…no sex and no talking about the fake relationship.” Luke chucked and typed it on the computer. “This seems good enough for a contract right?” He still thinks the contract is stupid.

You smack his shoulder. “This is serious, Luke! If I wanna piss of my parents I have to do it right.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He spoke sarcastically and typed his name at the end of the document. You did the same. “But there is no right way to piss off someone. You just do.”

After signing the temporary dating contract, Luke and you talked about the story of how you got together.

Luke and you supposedly have had some unrequited feelings during highschool. Both of you began talking over spring break after a drunk conversation and decided to give dating a shot.

Then, there was the fact that Luke and you had to announce the relationship. So, social media it was. Which prompted you to grab his hand. “Where are we going?” Luke asked as he was dragged off your bed.

“A cafe.” You held his hand, fingers lacing together. “I’m hungry after all that and it would be great publicity if we went out holding hands.”

“Whatever you say.” Luke rolled his eyes, though he didn’t mean it. “Then I guess I’ll be the good boyfriend and pay.”

“Really?” You asked and looked back at him.

He shrugged. “Why not.”

Luke and you held hands and talked about whatever came to mind. Like you usually did as bestfriends. He opened the cafe door for you and paid for your food and drink.

Maybe “dating” Luke won’t be the worst thing ever. Rebelling doesn’t seem to be all that bad now. Maybe everything will turn out fine. You rebel against your perfect family and Luke will get a free trip as a reward. Yeah, you’re sure things will turn out okay. Maybe.

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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Does everyone know that one found family post going around that's something like, "What do you MEAN they all go their separate ways after the journey??"

That's how I feel about Ted going back to Kansas.

To be clear, I'm not arguing that it's an unlikely ending to the series. I think it's very likely, especially when I consider a lot of the cool meta people have been writing lately, but that likeliness leaves a sour taste in my mouth because what's waiting for Ted in Kansas? "Henry!" the fandom cries and yes, obviously, but that doesn't feel like enough to me (which I realize sounds like a callous statement regarding a father and son, but hear me out). The only other things Kansas has are an ex-wife, a horrifically unprofessional step-dad in the making, and a long line of comforts that Ted has outgrown. I've noticed that this season in particular Ted has been moving away from his American roots: he misses his BBQ sauce but manages to find a perfect replacement in Amsterdam, he's finding solace in paintings for temporary homesickness, he's using "football" and "maths" naturally in conversation, many of his speeches lately have been about how he once WAS this American so-and-so but has changed significantly since then. From a canonical perspective, Henry is the only thing in Kansas that's good for Ted anymore and even if we put that aside for a moment (which I don't think we should) it seems quite significant to me that Ted has spent three successful years parenting from across the pond.

Is that ideal? No, but Ted Lasso hasn't gone out of its way to paint this separation as a failure, or a crippling blow to Ted or Henry, despite them obviously missing each other a great deal at times. I'll admit that this aspect is absolutely colored by my own bias. As someone who doesn't want kids herself, I dislike the implicit message that a parent must give up everything they want/need in order to be 100% available to their child. I'm of the belief that there's a big difference between loving/raising your child and lacking a life outside of them because Every Aspect of Your Existence Must Serve Their Direct Needs Until the Magical Age of 18, so I've never jived with the "Ted is a horrible father who abandoned Henry!" takes. Not just because I think the show has made it clear that Henry doesn't feel abandoned, but because it tells viewers that parents can't have anything for themselves once they've brought a life into this world... which feels pretty shitty to me. Thus, that whole Henry-based argument rings as unpersuasive both from my biased perspective and a canonical perspective: "In order to be labeled a good father Ted MUST go back to Henry in Kansas, leaving behind every bond he's formed here, despite the fact that he's spent a significant amount of time making this long-distance relationship work really, really well."

Putting Henry aside and going back to my original point above, sending Ted to Kansas requires the audience to imagine up a life for him that has never existed on screen. Sure, we can assume that Ted will form new bonds and rekindle old ones there, but that would exist entirely off screen. Like the story that asks you to ignore the family that's been built right in front of you in favor of the headcanoned one that the characters are separating for, a Kansas ending would ask us to toss aside three seasons worth of family, community, and still developing relationships for... whatever it is we'd personally imagine up post-series. Audiences (by and large) don't WANT their protagonist to end up with [insert OCs here], they want them to stay with the developed cast, whether that's a romance, a friendship, or a family. To me, there's nothing satisfying about imagining Ted in a location the series has never explored with people who don't exist yet except for, as said, an ex, a man who justifiably makes him incredibly uncomfortable, and his child whom he already has a fantastic relationship with in the community where Ted is happy.

There are a lot of other reasons why this ending would be a big disappointment to me, most notably the rejection of untraditional forms of parenting + the message that Ted was always destined to "reset," returning to precisely where he started out, like he's just a hope dispenser who isn't allowed to significantly grow himself. Sure, you can divorce and get better about managing your anxiety... but making a permanent, positive life change? Nah, let's act like this is an episodic show and toss you back to the beginning. I've seen a couple of people compare Ted to Mary Poppins and while a part of my does like that connection, another part cringes at the idea of him playing the role of magical benefactor, his own future happiness deemed insignificant compared to the lives he's already changed. Thanks for the help, Ted! Hope you manage to find some more happiness for yourself back among everything you've spent the series leaving behind. Open your umbrella and let the wind take you; wherever you land and how hard the fall is doesn't matter because the show is over.

So there's a lot going on for me, however, the found family bit is where I'm truly stuck. You're really going to build up this community and Ted's place in it for three seasons, moving him from "wanker" all the way to beloved coach, only to pack him back to Kansas after he's finally carved out a place for himself? Kansas, the place the show has consistently argued has nothing to offer Ted except for the child he hasn't actually lost? Yeah no, sorry, I'm not a fan.

Which doesn't mean I think Ted Lasso is going to become a terrible show if they choose this - again, very likely - ending... but I will personally be pulling a Nick Fury about it.

#Ted Lasso #mymetas

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Hi! Idk if you take requests or even like, emergency requests but, it's obviously Christmas time and I'm feeling really down bc I'm spending it alone. I was wondering if you could write something with Ghost and König's friend calling them and asking them if they could spend the holiday together? Up to you if you wanna make it friends to lovers kinda thing but honestly anything fluff and sweet is more than enough. Thank you so much, and Merry Christmas!

hii i normally don’t take emergency requests (cause i’m not good at themsbahhd) but this prompt is cute. hope headcanon format is okay, that’s the fastest way i could get this out

sorry if this sucks, i wrote it really quickly and didn’t edit it lol

hope your christmas gets better anon :,(

most people are thrilled to get time off for christmas. it’s heartwarming to see dads reunite with their kids during the season, when the majority of people get time off. ordinarily, around this time of year, you’d drown yourself in work and missions to try and take your mind off it, but captain price insisted you guys get this time off to go home and relax. honestly though, you were dreading going back home. it just depresses you.

at the airport, boarding was about to begin, and you found yourself fighting tears. everyone around you seemed to be waiting anxiously, wanting nothing more than to get to your destination. as the minutes went on, you were filled with more and more dread.

at the very last minute, just as they were about to call your group, you found yourself running away from the gate, phone in hand, thinking of anyone to call so last minute.

- simon “ghost” riley

ghost was similar to you in that he also dislikes the holiday season. he’s got no one to celebrate with and nothing but bad memories of it.

when he picked up your call, he told you he hadn’t left the base, and didn’t really plan to soon.

at first he was apprehensive, but he quickly found that he really likes having you on base with him. there were some christmas decorations, but the base was almost entirely empty.

for the first time, ghost was enjoying his holiday break, and quickly got used to your presence.

you guys binge movies in the rec room to pass the time, make a ton of food from whatever’s left in the kitchen, and once you’ve exhausted everything else, you even get a little work and cleaning done.

it’s been a really nice distraction having eachother around. you don’t need to explain anything to eachother, simon will silently accept and comfort you.

the cold pushes you guys together, you’ll cheekily ask to stay in his room to “warm up”, and spoon all night. cuddling while watching movies and forcing him to try your hot cocoa.

some days pass, and even though you didn’t really talk about christmas with him, he got you a gift anyway. it would be something small but sentimental, probably from a mission you were both on or the country where you met. a souvenir or piece of jewelry, or something useful, like a watch. he thinks he isn’t great at giving gifts, but it’s the thought he puts into them that makes it special.

just a few days until you’ve got to go back to work, and you’ve enjoyed an actual relaxing winter holiday. before you go, he’ll catch up to say goodbye, before realizing you’re under the mistletoe. he’ll plant a gentle, almost cautious kiss to your soft lips, letting his hands cup your face, as if begging you not to go. the two of you agree to do this every year.

- könig

(his family life is p much all my headcanon btw)

whenever he has the chance, könig goes back to austria over breaks. he becomes incredibly homesick, especially around the holidays, and when you called, he was ecstatic to show you his beautiful home and share traditions with you.

it made him so happy when you asked to spend time with him, and he was so glad you felt comfortable enough to open up to him about how hard the holidays are for you. he silently vowed to change that for you.

he immediately showed you all his favorite local restaurants and cafes, food he’d been craving so bad during the months he was deployed. you guys did typical touristy stuff along with local traditions and experiences.

he insisted you have dinner at his parents house for christmas, and helped you pick out last minute gifts. horrible at wrapping presents though, that was all you.

his parents are so nice, especially his mom, even though she teased könig about finally bringing a partner home. you made biscuits with her, but she wouldn’t let you help clean, insisting that you were a guest.

after you thank him for making this your best christmas, he’ll tell you how great it was to have you here, and comment on how you should make it a tradition. with christmas lights in the background and snow flurrying around you, you’ll finally make it official.

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fandom-imagination-ss · 1 year

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author note:: HAPPY SHADOW AND BONE SSEASON 2 DAY!! IM SO HAPPY this aliened with the new season lol! like always I tried to do proof reading ( I even downloaded grammerly to help....that thing isn’t as great as the ads suggest) hope you enjoy! Im acturally reading the second book right now (i’m only 5 chapters in lol )

warnings: mention of sex.

did I proof read: I did! quickly!

fandom: Shadow and bones

*** this was written before the second season dropped!! ***

the velvet comforters were smooth as you lay half-dressed on the Darkling's bed. you couldn't remember a time you weren't sharing a room with him. like a lot of girls who lived and trained in Little Rock. you found the Darkling attractive, Seductively. Very VERY Seductive. and you were the Lucky one to capture his heart. being a Geisha you trained to protect and to grow your powers your powers were of Fire. the Darkling called you he's magnetifying Phoenix. Also getting that nickname because when you were attacked in the Fold. you Died and burned up in ashes. and once out of it. you raised. and the Darkling was relieved and thankful for your safety. but also couldn't help but be amazed by your abilities

Work hard, Play hard. that was your life, Motto. in the castle. The Darkling was Everything you thought you wanted. and you adored him. Until Alina showed up. the Light bringer. As a personal favor from the Darkling, you were requested to train her and over time you became friends. you heard him talk about the Light bringer and all the plans he had for her. and how she was the Key to Everything. you were slightly Jealous at first at how he talked about her. as if she was Everything he's been waiting centuries for. and how you were just a Side piece. that Jealously only grew when he started requesting More and more time apart. but you didn't blame Alina. She had no idea and honestly. without help her abilities weren't "Mind blowing" while the Darkling grew distant you became friends with her. she was Kind and completely far too innocent to realize. what sort of Honey trap she fell into. it wasn't until you saw Genya deliver a letter to the Darkling. you were On his bed playing with the tassel at the end of the bedding did you notice the writing. It was female, and it wrote "Mal" on the envelope. Genya was shy and didn't say anything as he told her to put it on the table he kissed her shoulder it was a rare time you had "Alone" time with him. since Alina arrived.

that "Alone time" used to be passionate, you would literally Break the bed with your lovemaking Now it was just. satisficing an Itch. it was still good. but your heart wasn't in it. Nor was his. Throughout the entire time, you wondered about the Letter.

when you were getting up to go to your room you slipped the letter into your pocket as you walked off.

Realizing it was from Alina. to her best friend. you felt Pity. you don't remember life outside the castle walls. you were born a town over from the castle and you arrive shortly after. Alina was very delayed in her training and she had a life. A Mal. you could feel the sadness and longing in her letter. she missed her friend. and the Darkling. for whatever reason wasn't going to let her stuff that Itch of knowing if he was alright. you would look back on Everything and try to pinpoint when you realized you would Betray your lover. and everything you know. it was that Letter. a Letter meant for someone else. Meant for a friend. you couldn't think of a single friend in the castle you would Write to if you were homesick. and that made you feel incredible. Sad.

after the letter, you kept a closer Eye on Everything. Politics and the Darkling's plans never interested you. you were just a soldier you always trusted him to lead you to the right battle So he never thought about you leaving the room when he discussed anything private. and you were his Phoenix he always wanted you by his side during battle. so it wasn't like it was secretive. you realized his plans. by pure accident. the idea of controlling Alina. who became a close friend. Horrified you. so much that you basically Dragged her out of Little Rock. telling her what the Darkling had planned and you both ran.

Somehow you ran into a Gang called the "Crow". when you first met them you wanted to instantly just cover them in fire and Run. and you did try. you fought three to one. since Alina couldn't fight. Kaz. the leader of the group. tripped you with his Cane as Alina convinced them to help. you Hated the idea of lowering your standers to ask for help from simple Gang members. but they agreed. for a high price which Alina paid with gold pins, she had in her hair from the ball you stole her from.

at first, you saw a lot of the Darkling in Kaz he was untrustworthy and demanded trust and respect from others. and was cunning and brilliant. your opinion only changed about him when you realized his complaints Jasper and Enji were completely opposite of the company the Darkling keeps. Jasper was uplifting and charming- a gambler but he was adorable and A way of light that you didn't think existed.

weeks on A Ship. shielding Alina and getting closer to Jasper and enji you weren't getting any sort of human emotions from Kaz, minus rude remarks, backhanded compliments, and the fact he didn't like a human contract. you wanted to question it. but you wore a chocker necklace given to you by the Darkling of a Phoenix. even after abandoning him and Stealing away his beloved Alina you couldn't help but grieve the life you had. so you couldn't judge. he had his secrets and you had yours.

it happened out of the blue. one day a bit of an issue accord in town and you all fought. you have to Not use your powers but just your brut strength. Kaz saved you with his Cane which he smirked grinning ear to ear. he knew it would drive you crazy for the rest of the battle you were saved by him! before you could complain another fight broke out before you all retreated. you got spilt up from the group and you and Kaz were in an old freezing basement. Winter hit early this year and you were carrying a blanket on your black in a pack. the town was being rioted and you knew you couldn't escape until dark. so you put the blanket over you as Kaz told you to put it away.

"We can’t escape unseen until nightfall and I’ll freeze to death."

he rolled his eyes holding his cane tightly. scanning the small crack in the door you both just shield up.

"Kaz.. you'll freeze.. come sit beside me. and share the blanket."

"No."

he was stubborn you give him that. he waited three hours before he came over sitting down. it was quite up top but it wouldn't be safe for hours. you wrapped the blanket around him as you spoke, "it is better if we undress. skin to skin. warms up the body faster."

you weren't sure if he got the joking tone in your voice. but he just ruffled softly to himself saying, "in your dream ." you chuckled softly as you slide closer trying to steal some body heat."

"you have a blanket in your bag.. don't you?" Kaz sighed heavily realizing he did. he took it off as you told him to take his jacket off. he did as you requested as you laid it on the floor as you laid down on it as he looked down at you stunned.

"you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?' Kaz was annoyed the last thing he wanted was to wrap his arms around you but he hated the idea of you doing that to him so he laid down as he spoke, "this is ridiculous it’s not that cold."

"then you stand in the corner, and watch me warm up with both blankets."

he started getting down as you turned to grab his arm which stunned him as you helped him down. he laid down as he spoke, "No Jokes."

"About what?" you put the blankets over you both as you lay down. he followed suit.

"Nothing." he laid his arm over you as you lay there. he kept a good distance from you as you looked up. wishing it was anyone else but Kaz. he confused you. he made you rethink everything. "Can't you start a fire? you’re the great Phoenix.'

"I thought about that.. but the smoke doesn't have anywhere to go.." he cursed softly to himself not realizing that. as you rested your head on your arm. you both were quiet for a spell as you spoke, "Can I ask you something."

"What?" Kaz asked frankly as you turned to him as he's arm moved from your waist to your stomach now laying on your back. he was stunned that his first intent wasn't to pull away he stayed still. which surprised you as much as him.

"what's your big adventure after this one?"

"Whatever the big payout is next. what about you?" you shook your head, "I have no idea,. I had never been this far from the palace before. I never had freedom. I never even bought any clothes for myself before. I’ve never been this free."

"if you wanted. you can join Me. I could use a Geisha."

after that invite, you both got more at ease and the distance between you both disappeared as he was holding you tight as you were on your side again. now warm from the heat and blankets you asked about the gloves. he replied reaching up and grabbing your block choker. he didn't go the safe route. over your shoulder to touch it. he slides his arm up between your chest to grab it. which left you completely breathless as he asked about the chocker.

"It’s the Darkling’s color."

"how do you know that?"

"Everyone knows the stories about you two. why are you still wearing it."

you reach up touching it as you touch his hand holding the pendent. 'you aren't his anymore."

turning to look at Kaz your body felt Hot as you spoke, "why do you wear your stupid gloves?"

he pulled you into a kiss and you kissed back stunned. the kisses were completely different from the Darkling. these were passionate and unexpected. it made your entire body feel like it was on fire as he pulled back as you pulled back over kissing him. after that you both tried to hide your underlining attraction to each other. Not wanting Jasper to make jokes. or anything to be different. Kaz was still in control of the group as you spent a lot of time trying to convince Alina that everything was fine.

in the beginning, you and Kaz would both sneak away from everyone at night. to spend some time together. one night you were stuck talking to Alina and Mal. when you finally sneaked off. Kaz was right at the door about to use an awful excuse to get you. you were stunned seeing him. the Darkling Never went to your door it was always you going to him. your heart swelled up seeing him and you kissed him instantly. he smiled into it asking what was that for. "nothing.. let’s go."

that night you took off your chocker and tossed it overboard. Kaz noticed your bare neck in the morning and took all his strength not to kiss you then.

It was late as you were playing Poker with Jasper, Mal, enji, Alina, and Matt. Kav was looking forward to scanning the area. it was safe. the Crewmen typically kept to themselves as you laughed at something. kaz looked over seeing your bright smile. he was stunned Matt, Nor Mal noticed you. those Jesper noticed you were Pretty he commented on it the first day they met. and Kaz realized. Mal was completely enchanted with Alina but Matt. Matt was more of your Type.. strong. Buffer. and easy for compliments. he wasn't shielded like Kaz. but you just saw him as a friend. the only real competition for your affection would be Jesper who even those was Gay still loved teasing and flirting. but you didn't have exactly the equipment he desired. and you never looked at him like you do Kaz. with bewilderment and happiness. Kaz noticed your eyes sparkle when looking at him. other he was imagining it or you were truly happy. either way, it scared them and made him Happy.

after losing Jesper suggested making it strip poker which you bowed out, you sucked at Poker and always have. the other complained and said to just play as you said you were going to stretch your legs. as Kaz insisted on joining as you both got up above deck as you felt the cold air instantly you were getting closer to your location. as he spoke, "have you thought about you what you will do after Alina is safe?"

shaking your head you spoke, "I’ll start a new life I guess.. get enough money to live.. buy a new outfit. that isn't so stiff." he chuckled softly as you shook your head, "Mal wants to completely disappear with Alina. which is smart. but not using your gifts. It's- painful. I feel like I’m starving...I can easily use my powers and not bring attention to them. fire is common. I Don’t know how Alina will survive Not using them."

he nodded his head as he spoke, "Join me. I can teach you to pick locks. the others will be happy to have you."

"And what about you?" you asked turning to him as you walked backward as he held his cane tightly, "I Don’t want you to leave." you smiled as he closed the gap kissing you.

Neither of you noticed jesper, Enji, Alina, Matt, and Mal all sneaked up to see you. you both thought you were being so careful hiding and sneaking around. but they all noticed. Jesper whistled loudly breaking the silence as you both jolted Jesper spoke up "you better join us. I prefer a happy Kaz." you laughed as Kaz started screaming at them for spying as you called out, "run-off children.. the adults are busy!' they chuckled as you turned Kaz back to you as you smiled 'guess you’re stuck with me." he smiled brightly kissing you again..

Hopefully the Darkling wont find you

#shadow and bones #shadow and bones imagine #the darkling #the darkling imagine #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #fandom imagine #imagine #jesper fahey #jesper fhey imagine #inej ghafa #ineja ghafa imagine #alina starvok #alina starvok imagine

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reverie-starlight · 1 year

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Omg! I just found you!! You wrote that piece about Atsumu always picking you first, and it was so cute!!! It made my heart all warm and fuzzy, and I can't wait to see what else you write!! I was wondering if I could join your 200 event??? If so I was thinking Home by Edith Whiskers and Atsumu. Idk why, but the song just screams him. If not pls ignore the last part and have a great day!

You’re so sweet!!! This ask literally made me smile so much ily :(

and this song absolutely DOES FIT HIMMM UR SO RIGHT

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“ain’t nothing please me more than you. oh home, let me come home. home is wherever I’m with you.”

atsumu absolutely loved his career. he’s made a name for himself, broken records, set goals and continuously achieved them… he was living his dream. but if he had to name one thing he hated about being a professional athlete, it would be the distance it put between you and him.

when he was away for games and you weren’t able to come with him, phone calls, facetiming and texting were all you could do to keep each other somewhat satisfied.

some nights were okay, you kept each other laughing and smiling, and for however long the call lasted you were able to distract each other from the hurt of being apart. in those moments you were the only ones who could do that for the other. no one else could make the ache go away.

other nights were particularly bad. when the longing was stronger and the need to hold each other got to be too much, your calls often turned teary and vulnerable.

“i miss ya so much, y/n,” he sniffed into his hoodie sleeve. “i wish i could come home already.”

you tried to reassure him that his trip was almost over, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like crying too. it just didn’t feel like home without him. “i miss you too, tsumu. but it’s only three more days until you’re you’re back. i can’t wait to see you.”

he gave you an appreciative smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“here, why don’t we talk about what we’ll do when we’re together again instead of focusing on the fact we’re apart?”

this time his smile did reach his eyes as he wiped away a stray tear and pushed his hood back. his hair was a little messed up, his nose was still runny and he looked visibly drained, like anyone would after crying, but you only felt more in love with him.

and three days later, when he was finally in your arms again, holding onto you so tight, he was struck with a realization.

“ya know before i met ya, i never really got homesick?”

that in itself was sweet, and it tugged on your heart a bit, but you could tell he wasn’t finished so you stayed silent.

“like, whenever i used to say i missed home i really just missed the comfort of my apartment compared to the hotel rooms. but never to the point of it bein’ more than i could handle. i got used to it, i guess. and my mom and samu. but less so cause i was living my dream and i knew i’d never lose their support. and obviously i still miss ‘em a lot when i’m away, but... it’s different.”

“how so, tsum?”

“now when i say i miss home i’m not talkin’ about my apartment. i’m talkin’ about you. yer my home. that’s why i don’t get homesick when ya come with me. we could literally move to the other side of the world and i think i’d still be fine because home is wherever i’m with you. you are my home, y/n. i’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone in my life. it’s the same level of comfort i feel on the court but in a different way. and like, we can function just fine separately but bein’ apart just doesn’t feel right.”

you looked at him with tears in your eyes. he had put everything you were feeling into words. “you’re my home too, atsumu. this apartment doesn’t feel like home until you walk in. i love you more than anything.” it wasn’t exactly as deep or poetic as what he had come out with, but he held you closer to him and kissed you like it was. because he clearly understood you.

the rest of the night continued on with an unspoken agreement that you had both definitely found your person.

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he’s literally the love of my life, i had sm fun writing this!! ty for participating and hope you enjoyed <3

please consider reblogging or commenting!

#rev's 200 follower event <3 #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff

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Corrupt Lance anon back lol I’m not sure how it would work, but I saw the faller ask and went nuts. The first time Lance meets you, you have no idea who he is. You’re in a government hospital after your fall from a wormhole injured you. He knows about you of course, but he’s just as alien as everyone else you’ve met so far. He’s introduced as the champion, and of course you’re polite and greet him properly, but it’s clear the title means nothing to you. It’s honestly a little refreshing to him. You talk to him like everyone else. You’re very nervous, of course, and he feels a little bad for you. He realizes he feels a bit protective of you when someone tells you it’s rude not to address Lance by his title, and when you anxiously stumble through the phrase “Johto Champion Lance,” he assures you that just his name is alright. Whoever tried correcting you in the first place doesn’t talk to you anymore. He’s kind and protective of you, but he doesn’t truly start obsessing until you reveal just how alien this world is to you: you see a pikachu and shyly ask him what it is. He’s surprised, but quickly answers you when he sees how self conscious you are about this. He answers your questions without judgement, and that’s when you really start to like him. He comforts you too, one night, when he finds you homesick and crying so he just holds you. People who are rude or lose their patience with you will regularly stop talking to you, or, in some cases, disappear altogether. He’s glad you don’t seem to notice. Getting closer to you is slow. He’s busy, after all, but you’ve interested him so between champion business and shady dealings he’s sure to visit. He’s unsure of what will happen when you’re released from the hospital. He hates the idea of you being left alone out in the world, especially with how the higher rank rocket members have been asking questions about you. He offers to let you stay with him when you’re discharged, but you refuse. He’s done so much for you! You couldn’t possibly accept! He adores how flustered you are but is bitter towards your refusal. He’s caught off guard when you tell him you’d like to pay him back somehow, and has some… interesting dreams about you doing just that afterward. Despite his obsession, he’s not far gone enough to take you away yet. If you knew what was coming you’d flee, but you don’t. Lance is your friend, a kind and patient mentor who always looks out for your safety. He’s been so good to you, why would you ever distrust him?

FAM

Honestly, this would make a hella great fic.

It'd be such a bizarre experience for Lance's darling to just suddenly wind up in his world. I completely agree that he absolutely finds it so great that you have no idea who he is and that just makes him happy since that means you'll treat him like any other person. It also helps with keeping the darker part of him away from you. Due to your lack of knowledge on his world, you would never suspect the shady deals he's been doing. Who even is Team Rocket to you? You've no idea who they are.

But MAN,,, it would bring some panic in Lance once he hears the organizations interest in you. It's to be expected given events that had happened before. Someone from another world could be useful, especially once knowledge of the Ultra Worm holes is gathered. The beasts who come after you could also be of use when captured.

I don't think Team Rocket would be above using you to lure the Ultra Beasts (since in the past, Mewtwo was captured) to them. This is something Lance is highly aware of and his instincts tell him to hide you away. Sure. Maybe one of the executives would suspect Lance's behavior but he isn't going to let any of them figure out his connection to you.

And just aksjkwkwj his reaction to you telling him you want to repay him somehow— Lance will remember that. It's something that comes back to him every now and then.

One thing I want to imagine is how Lance will feel once a way to bring you home is found. It would not end well, we're sure of that.

#☆moondust.answers☆#yandere pokemon #yandere lance #corrupt lance au #faller!darling au

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Comfort

pairing: elizabeth bennet & fitzwilliam darcy word count: 1128 words request: yes/no prompt/summary: Elizabeth Darcy was not a woman that was scared of anything... except maybe one thing... a/n: re-reading pride and prejudice and just wanted some moments of domestic fluff for these two

Lizzie had been Mrs Elizabeth Darcy of Pemberley for 3 months. 3 months of bliss with her husband, Fitzwilliam. 3 months of having a new sister in Georgiana. 3 months of being the mistress of an estate that had at first scared her. It had taken her time to find her feet, in all truth she was still finding them. But Darcy and their staff had been patient and understanding, giving her the room and time to make her mistakes and learn from them. And she was beginning to get used to Pemeberely and all of her responsibilities.

It brought Darcy a great amount of joy to see his wife so happy in her new home. He’d been worried that she’d hate it. That she would be homesick and wouldn’t be able to settle but she was happy at Pemberley. She was at home there and he didn’t think the sight of seeing her in one of the many rooms would ever get old. To know the woman that he loved was only ever a short walk away.

But on one particular night, Lizzie didn't feel quite so settled in her home. The sound of the wind whistling outside, paired with the heavy rain that was battering the windows had made her jump awake. She looked over to the other side of the bed to see that Darcy was still sound asleep. She’d learnt early on that he was a relatively heavy sleeper but even she couldn’t understand how he was able to sleep through this.

“It’s just some rain, Lizzie. It’ll be fine. You can go back to sleep,” she whispered to herself. But the weather had other ideas, and a loud crack of thunder made her jump once again.

Slightly shaking at the sound, Lizzie slipped out of bed, making her way into the sitting room just outside of their now shared bedchamber. She hoped that a slightly larger area might not make the sound so loud and scary. Lizzie didn’t have a problem with rain. She loved walks in them and her husband had often had to pull her back inside to stop her from catching a cold. The rain was never a problem but thunderstorms were a different story. Whilst Lizzie was often the strong one out of her sisters, the one that they would run to when they needed protecting, Lizzie found herself more often than not seeking out their comfort when there was a storm. Or more specifically, seeking out Jane. Jane knew whenever there was a thunderstorm that Lizzie would often be up most of the night, too scared to sleep. So, she would grab whatever novel Lizzie had been reading at the time and read to her to try and divert her younger sister’s mind. And if that failed, she was able to keep Lizzie entertained with another ridiculous story about their mother. But Jane wasn’t here. She was with her own husband at Netherfield and Lizzie was here alone. Sat down in an empty, and slightly cold, room with the storm only getting worse outside. She had contemplated waking her own husband up but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Darcy was busy enough during the day, there was always something that he had to attend to. And yet he would still find time to seek her out during the day and spend a little bit of time with her before work called him again. No, he had too much on his plate. He needed his rest and not to be woken up by his wife who was scared of a little thunder and lightning.

Finding that the larger room was not helping her at all, and was in fact making her fears worse, Lizzie had decided that heading back to bed was the best idea. Maybe with Darcy beside her at least, she might calm down enough to get to sleep again.

“Elizabeth?”

Lizzie jumped at the sound of her name and quickly turned around to see her husband with sleep still in his eyes and a candle in his hand. He hurried over and took a seat next to her, brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to startle you. Is everything okay? I woke up to find the bed empty.”

Placing the candle down on the table in front of them, Fitzwilliam took both of Lizzie’s hands in his. The concern hadn’t left his face.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back to bed now. Please don’t worry.” Lizie strained a smile at him, feeling awful that he’d broken his sleep to find out if she was okay.

Darcy was about to open his mouth to say something when there was another crack of thunder, causing Lizzie to jump once again, her eyes wide. Taking in his wife’s demeanor, Darcy finally understood.

“You don’t like thunderstorms do you?”

Lizzie gave a small shake of her head. Her husband’s reaction wasn’t what she’d expected it to be, when he immediately stood up.

“Fitzwilliam-” her sentence got cut off as he bent down and lifted her up in his arms and gently carried her back to their shared bedchamber.

“You should have woken me,” he kissed her cheek as he set her down on the bed before joining her on the other side.

“I didn’t want to bother you. It seems so childish… to be scared of the weather…”

Darcy didn’t waste any time in gathering his wife in his arms and pulling the blanket over them. “It isn’t childish. I’m your husband, Lizzie. Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”

A loud crack of thunder followed by rain once again battering the windows made Lizzie hide her face in Darcy’s chest. Seeking the comfort that she knew only he could give. Marriage had come with a lot of challenges for both of them but one of the biggest ones for them both was learning that they could rely and lean on someone else when needed. For Darcy, he had spent so many years looking after Geogiana, his staff, his tenants and he didn’t resent any of that but after his parents had passed he’d never found someone to confide in and lean on. His cousin helped but wasn’t always present. And for Lizzie, more often than not, she was the one who people leant on in her family. Well, at least Jane and her father did. And Jane had been there for her as much as she could but there were some things that Lizzie knew that Jane wouldn’t always understand and she was left to shoulder things on her own. But with her husband’s arms wrapped around her, his lips pressed to her head, Lizzie didn’t know how she had ever lived without his comfort.

#pride and prejudice fanfic #pride snd prejudice #elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #sai writes

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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years

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the boys when their human!gn!so is homesick

guess who got dumped lmao

genre: comfort, lil bit of angst

cw: i'm trying a new format for this cuz i didn't want it to get too repetitive

would use magic to try and recreate some aspects of your old world. there's a flower you love that doesn't exist in nightmare? boom, now it does. you miss that one bird that won't shut up in the morning? oh look, it seemed to follow you to nightmare. ofc they can't recreate everything, particularly people and pets and media, but they try :,)

❧ lucia, mefy (tries to pretend like it's no big deal but it makes you so happy to know he listens), lucas, mikael (same as mefy, only mikael probably does this more often)

listens to you talk about your old world for hours, and doesn't mind at all when you go on tangents about this one girl from your third grade class who totally stole your cow shaped eraser but never got in trouble for it. they want to know every little thing about your old world that you have to share; fun stories, sad stories, the lore from your favorite obscure tv show, tell them everything.

❧ lucia (gets so into the drama, what a nosy man lol), levy (thinks it's like having a poorly written book read to him), mikael, oswald (poor man tries to keep up but cannot wrap his head around some things, he tries tho and listens attentively)

if you mention a food or drink you love but can't seem to find in nightmare, they'll try to recreate it. they'll look through several cook books and have you taste test countless ingredients and products, just to see if they're getting close to the original from your world. when they eventually get it right, the recipe is copied down several times so that they'll always have it, and they make sure the ingredients are always easily accessible.

❧ kaim (you can't tell what his intentions were at first, but you understand after many instances of him shoving a spoon into your mouth to taste test and his frustration at trying to get it perfect), oswald (he's not the best at cooking but mans would grow all the ingredients and even do some gmo type stuff to get what you're looking for), noel (not a cook, but he tries, also does something similar to oswald)

doesn't really know how to handle it at first, they just can't really comprehend what you're feeling and understand why you miss the things you do so much. they aren't good at words of comfort, but thankfully their actions have always spoke louder than words; all they can offer you is a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, and their best attempt to empathize with you. and sometimes that's really all you need.

❧ noel, levy (he's just awkward like that, but internally he's panicking, trying to figure out how to help), mefy (he's probably never been homesick in his life, but he knows the feeling of something being missing), mikael (he was more like this toward the beginning of him knowing you but he got better with handling it after a while), ricardo, kaim

tries to find similarities between your world and theirs. you mentioned a cute little cafe that sold delicious fruit parfaits? guess what, they found a cafe similar to what you described in town, and you'll never guess what's on their menu. there was a big tree you liked to climb as a kid that had a hole in its trunk where you stored little treasures? hey, come with them on a lil walk, they want to show you something. they're always on the look out whenever they go anywhere and keep your stories in mind, searching for little bits of your world in thiers.

❧ lucas, ricardo (he goes into town so often that he knows it like the back of his hand, he'll think of so many places to take you), noel (feels bad that he's not great at comforting you with words, so he takes you to places he feels are similar as a little surprise)

learns more about your home life, old routine, and even the culture you grew up in and tries to incorporate as much of it into your new life, and even their own, as possible. they'll let you add decorations to the room you share to make it feel more like your old home. they'll learn and use words or phrases you used in your day to day, heck if you're up for it they'll be down to learn your native language. they'll rearrange what they're used to in order to make your new normal feel like the old.

❧ oswald (i just feel like learning langauges and cultures comes easy for him, even tho he's not book smart), lucas, noel (he'll notice you doing something and just,, decide to do it too, albiet not entirely correct, but the way he looks over at you to see if you noticed and if you're happy makes you appreciate the effort), lucia (would love certain routines like siestas or tea time, he'd be like "why isn't this law??")

#my. hcs #lmk if you guys like this format #i'm curious and also it's easy to do lmao #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem lucia #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #nightmare harem oswald #nightmare harem kaim #nightmare harem mikael #nightmare harem ricardo #nightmare harem noel #nightmare harem lucas #otome games

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CRWR-213 Assignment #3

Part One: An unnecessary urge to Facetime

I was homesick. It had been two hours since I landed in Canada. Immigration was slow and tiring. I finally got a yellow cab which took me to Totem Park. I came on a 14-hour flight from India, and this was my first time traveling alone. I was anxious. My heart was palpitating at a speed that would’ve probably broken the World Record.

Life was changing. I was becoming more and more independent by the minute. I missed the yelling of my mother and the calmness of my father. My One Plus needed power and I had forgotten my universal plug back home. I had no friends and no family in Vancouver. My nervous system had gone for a toss. I didn’t know what to do or how to go about this situation. It was snowing and I had just reached my dorm room. I need to think on my feet. I needed a solution. I needed to call back home. I needed comfort, support, and affection from my parents. My mental health urged me to do it the Canadian way by Facetiming them. But poor me, I didn’t have Facetime. I had about $3000 of cash and my Foreign Exchange credit card. I always planned on getting an iPhone once I reached UBC. So, with the help of the prettiest women at the Orchard Commons front desk, I managed to reach the bus stop. She told me to get off at Granville Street and to my left would be Pacific Centre which had the nearest Apple Store.

With just $100 bills, I had an awkward conversation with my bus driver who let me travel in the bus for free. It took me about 45 minutes to reach the Apple Store. Walking through Downtown on a sunny day is a sublime feeling. The fresh and cold winds of January are breathtaking and rejuvenating. Walking through the streets of downtown, the experience was surreal. It was completely different from the streets of Delhi where everything was dirty and unhygienic. But finally, I had reached the Apple Store. There was just one thing running through my mind that I wanted to Facetime my parents.

It was only a matter of time once I get my new tech device. It took me about 25 minutes and about 6 death stares from Apple employees as they saw my thirty $100 bills. I had it, I had done the impossible. My first purchase in Vancouver was the most North American purchase ever. I had gotten my iPhone 13 pro. Transferring data from android to iOS is a pain in the ass, but I was persistent.

Another 30 minutes, and I was all set. I swiftly connected to the free WiFi and bang, I opened my desired Facetime App. I called my mother thrice, and she didn’t pick up. On the second time that I rang my father, it was the last ring and I had lost all hope. The paranoia and anxiousness were starting to kick-in again. But God, is he a beautiful man, he picked it up. I had never felt so excited to talk to my parents. And when my parents heard that, all they said was that I could’ve Google Duo called them, and I wasted $2000 just to satisfy my inner shopper.

Part Two: I am inevitable!

Humans usually have about two godparents and two parents. In my case, I just had a father, Steve Jobs. I was born on 7 June 2010 and within about 6 months of my birth, I lost my father. In 2011, I was adopted by my stepfather, Tim Cook. I have a great affection for my stepfather. He has provided for me, made me a better app, and continues to invest in me. I have a lot of servants or as he calls them “Software Developers”. I am usually found on the home page of all Apple products but can be dragged to any of the pages on your devices.

I offer the best video-calling quality and always try my best to offer an uninterrupted connection. I can be used in two different ways, by video or audio calling. My primary source of energy is the iPhone lithium battery and the key that enables me to perform at a good pace is smooth WiFi.

In our app culture, 11 years is a long age since our general lifespan is about 6 months to a year. Considering that along with me not having a personal income, my stepfather does a lot for me. As of today, about 125 million people are using me. That sounds wrong for you humans, but for us apps, it’s a compliment. I’m sure you must know about my “app friend”, iMessage. That’s girlfriend in our lingo. We’re about the same age and we have been dating for a long time now. For us, marriage isn’t the same as humans. Us apps just date and die out or are deleted from the backend software.

It’s a sad journey but I am currently enjoying my peak. More about me, I have some archnemeses: Google Duo, WhatsApp Video Calling, Zoom, just to name a few. They have been trying to steal the limelight from me, but I have the blessings of my stepfather and father. But all of us together bring humans closer.

I create a bond between groups of about two to thirty-two people at once, across the globe. When I see parents talking to their children about 14,000 km away from each other, it makes me warm and fuzzy. I’ve seen people experience all sorts of emotions: anger, love, laughter, and many more. It reminds me of my importance and not to lie, kind of boosts my value as an app. I know every app must die or get deleted, just like every human, but till the time I can enjoy my peak, I look forward to it. Now to show you my egoistic side, I am the epitome of video calling. I started connecting people from opposite ends of the world and I will be the last app to do so. I am, INEVITABLE! I am Facetime!

Part Three: Importance of Facetime during a pandemic

It’s not every year that we face a pandemic. But when you live in a joint family, the risk of contracting deathly virus-like COVID-19 increases multiple folds. I was privileged enough to not have gotten COVID-19 but I always had an advantage since I was 19. My grandfather, Niamat Rai, on the other hand, who had just turned 76, had contracted it. I had a special and tight-knit bond with my grandfather. He always asked me for help with tech. That was our quality time together.

Initially, we placed him in quarantine within our house with a personal nurse, but his health slowly started declining. What began with a light fever had turned into a high fever with constant coughing. We had no option than to transfer him to the hospital where he could be treated more professionally.

The worst part about having COVID-19 is the isolation or quarantine that comes along with it. When I am ill, all I want is support and affection from my family. But when one contracts COVID-19, you are completely locked out from the outside reality.

My grandfather had quiet few days in the COVID isolation center of the hospital. He was responding to the medications and had started making good progress to being back to one hundred percent. Once he had recovered a bit, he started Facetiming us twice a day. He had his phone that the nurse gave to him very sneakily as mobile phones are not allowed in the ward. For the first five days, it was the time I looked forward to most during the day. I used to get up at 8 in the morning to talk to him on Facetime for 30 minutes. I used to get done with all my tuition and school by 4:30 pm so that I could chat with him again at 5:00 pm. During those days, I realized the importance of Facetime in my life. The crisp video quality and uninterrupted connection made me feel like I was sitting next to him.

On the morning of the sixth day, we received a call from the hospital telling us that my grandfather had contracted pneumonia. There was a sense of panic in the house. We knew since age wasn’t on his side and collapse can be fatal. My grandmother was inconsolable, and my dad and uncle were trying to stay strong. We were constantly praying and staying in touch with the doctors. I kept peaking at my phone in the hope that he would Facetime me.

In the evening, we got the news that he had passed away. He had a heart attack due to his body being unable to handle the combination of pneumonia and COVID-19. All I remembered about him was those ten Facetime calls and how much they meant to me. I understood the importance of an app like Facetime that day. It brought me closer to my grandfather even though we were so far away that we couldn’t even stand in the same room with him.

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omgg ive heard a lot about criminal minds, especially about Spencer (??). it seems like a really good show and i actually might give it a go too soon. i can only watch one show at a time because my brain can't process two shows at a time, but ive nearly finished the mentalist so i might try that next !!

icl, my friend thinks im a complete weirdo, but i don't like waffles or pancakes. they're not very appealing to me and i would never choose them when eating out. i quite like potato waffles though, they're beautiful !! i remember as a child my mum used to buy the smiley face shaped ones and id secretly take them out of the packet and try to eat them raw ,, i have no idea why 😭😭 i used to think i was the baddest bitch ever.

yk with the internship, i have no idea what to expect, but at the same time im excited for all the doors it opens. the company is basically a research and consultancy agency that works with big corporate clients like McDonald's and also with the public. they do research and then present their findings to the clients to try and help them become better brands and whatnot. i don't really care about the consultancy part, but i can't wait for the research aspect. im trying to go into psychology for university, and me having experience in research will hopefully (i pray that it does) give me a leg up into the research world and work placements while im an undergrad.

OMGGG I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST MONTH EVER BEFORE YOU MOVE BACKK !! YOU DESERVE ALL THE REST AND THE HAPPINESS AND IM PRAYING ITS AN EASY MOVE BACK !! i honestly applaud you, idk how you do it. i go camping for 2 days and im literally crying and throwing up because i miss my mum. i literally stayed up until 3am to phone her and tell her i wanted to go home 😭 you're so strong kai and i'm so so proud of you. hopefully moving back is easy and peaceful for you !! also i have so many kdramas to watch, and shows in general, but im so so slow at getting round to watching them 😫 i hope you manage to do everything youve been planning on doing within the next month !!

reconnecting with old friends makes me feel so fuzzy and warm on the inside. something about finding eachother again makes me feel like the friendship was just meant to be and that's why you both found eachother. im so so happy for you and please, feel free to let me know how the amusement park goes (only if you're comfortable with sharing of course). i love hearing about other people's days and experiences, i feel like im living vicariously through them lmaooo

IVE JUST REALISED IVE SENT A REALLY LONG ASK AND I AM SO SORRY ,, I GET SO CARRIED AWAY AND I END UP WAFFLING ABOUT THE MOST RANDOMEST THING please feel free to ignore this btw, its actually so long wtff I'm sorry about that 😭😭 anyways, thank you for sharing your day with me and i hope you have millions of more amazing days to come <33

noooo i would never ignore you!!

i def recommend criminal minds if you have space on your watch list! (it’s pretty long lol) and yes spencer is a fan fav, i really like hime but that’s bc i find intelligence attractive haha. OMG I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT i haven’t had those in so long 😭😭 bad bitches ate the little smiley potatoes 😌 your internship sounds like it’ll be really interesting! i did a lot of research for my major last semester and it gave me such a headache but i also learned a ton so it really does sound like a great opportunity. i hope you learn a lot and are able to enjoy it :)

i always hate the move back to school, it can be rough lol but thank you so much!! i totally get what you mean about getting homesick, my school is two hours away from home and on the first day of my freshman year my parents had been gone for maybe three hours and i ended up calling my dad and crying on the phone bc i missed them 💀 and to think i was considering doing school out of state lol i would not have survived

ahh yeah, i was really shocked to see him again since he transferred in middle school but turns out he goes to college where we grew up. it’s been really nice catching up with him :) and i would be more than happy to tell you about the little outing bc i too love living vicariously through others haha

AHHH LIJA ILY 🫶🏽🫶🏽 thank you for indulging me, you’re a sweetheart :))

#[დ] — mailbox #ffsg0jo #sender.lija #best of luck with your internship!!#and wishing you many wonderful days too my love <3

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The mythology of the Siren, Mermaid, Water Spirits & Mami Wata and it’s origins within black feminity.

Today I had to listen to other another black woman rant about how mermaids/sirens/mami wata are evil low key. So this educational post was born in response.

Did you really think the divine essence of the black feminine wouldn’t protect itself ? That energy exists for a reason. Suddenly it’s evil, to have teeth and protect yourself from predators. Water is a precious resource. You will be tested to see if you are deserving of it or not. Also these spirits will defend natural resources so they don’t get fucked up by human greed.

It’s common for some places in Africa for people to offer the Sirens/Mami Wata/Water spirits or make an offerings/contracts with them in order to use the resources on their land. It also keeps the white ppl away too because they cause so much trouble.

Sirens are also associated with being the killers of children and men, but often this is completely misrepresented intentionally.

Men fear the power of the siren because she can override the patriarchy at core and can completely unravel them. The orgins of many water spirits lie in matriachal societies, temples divine feminine and motherhood. This is why temples and sacred magikal knowledge was intentionally destroyed and stolen, especially to empower the white patriarch.

Sirens are also described as thiefs of children and child killers. Sirens have been known to kidnap kids who were being abused or have were murdered near water and take them to their kingdom to restore them.

Sometimes the child returns, sometimes they are not. However in general they are big on kidnapping people, mostly women and giving them powers, if they decide to return. The idea of them eating and killing children, was a lie perpetuated by Greeks to cover up some truly horrific acts. Unfortunate these false accusations have been allowed to continue to perpetuate.

If a siren is acting in a predatory way, there is a reason why as their energy as been disturbed. Sirens are natural guardians.

So the real question is . . . what did you do ? Did you destroy their habitat ? Abuse a child or a person ? Commit an egregious act against a woman ie rape/murder etc ? Disrespect a sacred place, the land, the seas or rivers ? Steal precious resources that weren’t yours to take ?

These sacred traditions are more than just deities, spirits and our ancestors. All forms of ATR are access to our spiritual mind state as an entire community. When you move in Vodou, you can sense the whole of black consciousness and all of our problem spots, specifically areas that need healing.

Oxum-Oshun, Olokun, Yemaya, the Mami Wata, La Baliene, La Siren, Met Agwe, The Simbi - these are all spirits with a connection to waters. Water is life and has always been inherently associated feminine energy. I’m not going into detail about all these cross connections but let’s chat about La Sirene, specifically.

La Sirene, Queen of all Mermaids is more than just a powerful sorceress and queen of song/music and dreams, she is also a keeper of secrets an a guardian of sacred memories & knowledge.

Many of the souls of slaves, from the Transatlantic slave trade that were thrown off the boats into the ocean are her children, citizens and warriors now. She comforts them eternally & they live in paradise. That doesn’t mean all of these souls are at rest, plenty continuously ask their mother if they will be avenged, especially the young children. She also has a close connection with the Indigenous Taino. The isle of Hispaniola also known as Haiti (Ayiti) & the Dominican Republic is her most known domain.

Let’s not act like slavery and colonization was a cake walk. Rape was common place and mermaids, water spirits offered African and Indigenous women protection and power over men. They became demonized overtime for their hypnotic powers and killing men, who often overstepped their boundaries. Women could leave offerings to these spirits, work or commune with them and be quickly avenged or gain great power and wealth. All of this was threatening to the white patriarchal standard.

La Sirene’s presence in Haiti and other merfolk tales that float around the Caribbean/West Indies, is not without purpose. She has ties to many people and many different cultures. Her sacred symbols are global. This is why I speculate she is much older than people think. La Sirene, is a fairly young evolution. She clearly has ties to much older things. Her older names might have been lost but she has evolved, to save her self and also document other forgotten elements of history in the process. There are those who speculate that La Sirene is the embodiment of a cross mixed culture, the evolution of Indigenous & African water spirits combined, due to the excess trauma of colonization and so the Mermaid Queen was born. Others will argue that she is the Orisha Yemaya but a newer avatar of her. I hate to argue semantics but I will say this, she exists and her presence is felt to this day, all around the world.

La Sirene is often depicted as a mulatto woman with eyes like the sea but if you have been blessed to see her in dream state, she does appear sometimes as a brown or dark skinned skinned woman of possibly mixed Indigenous/African ancestry with glowing hypnotic eyes. Alot of her older depictions, deal with colorism and slavery, but as things have grown in the modern world this imagery has begun to change. However mermaids, are known for their shapeshifting powers - to truly behold her true form, is a gift reserved for the rare few.

As a keeper of the mysteries, La Sirene also access to many forgotten things in the black subconscious. The element of water is an intensely psychic sign. Water is her domain, and what is the human body 80% of? WATER! The truth does not hide from her hypnotic eyes. This sacred connection to water and her essence, also means you can track forgotten elements black history and connect to other deities/cultures who’ve had contact with her & her whole court or other black water spirits as a whole. So let’s take a short historical trip down memory lane.

The Greeks & Black women. Sirens, Aphrodite, Sibyls and other Children of Water 🧜🏾‍♀️

The deity Aphrodite/Venus is of Grecian and Roman legend.

A little known magikal fact is that Aphrodite/Venus is half siren. She is a child of the water, she was literally birthed this way after Uranus got his balls cut off & thrown into the sea. Much of her Venusian influence and powers of love and beauty come from this element. Now my Mambo doesn’t like mentioning it but Aphrodite, is tolerated by the oceanic court of sirens/mermaids. Any child of water, falls under the domain of the queen. La Sirene has a sort of strange fondness for her and so does Aphrodite for her. However this doesn’t mean they are best friends. It’s tentative friendship at best and comes with some perks. Aphrodite works quickly for children of water sirens and often will send mermaids to her devotees who misbehave. She has deliberately placed me around her people have pissed her off, to cause mischief. She’s quite petty but also very generous. I won’t go as far to dare and say she is in the queen’s court, but she does curry favor with the queen. Being born of water, her half siren/mermaid influence has definitely attributed to legends of her beauty in myth but also her treachery with men 🧜🏾‍♀️😂. She clearly also has some sort of homesickness for the world underneath the water, because many of her offerings are gifts of pearls, kisses, sea shells, beauty products etc. Anyone who serves the Mermaid Queen knows the meaning behind those gifts. If you’re a black gyal with water or siren energy and decide to work with Aphrodite, do it! If you ever irritate her, the least she’ll do is give you pimples and fuck up your skin, she won’t have the full power to completely fuck up your love life like she does with the white girls. And let me tell you, she has completely ruined some white girls lives by giving them terrible lovers or men.

The trident 🔱 is known for its connection in Greek and Hindu cultures. However La Sirene or other African water spirits are depicted carrying it, which is largely ignored in the occult world.

You can track the trident in Hinduism, with the serpent spirits, the nagas or Lord Shiva but let’s focus on it’s Grecian connection. The usage of the trident and Poseidon, even in mainstream society today is associated with him. This lets us know there is a connection between the mermaids, merfolk and La Sirene/African water spirits. Poseidon’s trident was rumored to made in Athens by the Cyclops - this is the city of Athena. So now we can track an element of black history all the way to Poseidon & Athena. Keep that in your thoughts we’ll come back to that later.

Tridents were also used ceremonially in Africa & India as well, as scepters, tribal weapons and religious symbols.

They were also associated with the sea faring people and fishing. It’s highly likely the origins of the trident are cross mixed between these two societies. Indo-African relations, go back to the Bronze age and the Indus Valley civilization. Which means traveling over by sea to reach each other was necessary. There is historical evidence of African millet being found in a Indian city Chanhudaro, including a cemetary or burial ground for African women. Maritime relations between these two groups existed before Grecian & the Egyptian Ptolemaic dynasties.

Now of course there are some deranged historians that will try to whitewash history and say the trident has its origins from the labyrs but the Ancient Greeks & Africans/Indians interacted regularly. The trident also looks nothing like a labyrs, which is quite literally a double sided axe. This is one of the more painful obvious pieces of white washing and historical revisionism.

Regardless, the trident is associated with water, ceremonial/religious purposes, fishing, battling in the coliseum and the symbol of power for a few African, Black diasporian an Hindu deities.

🧜🏾‍♀️ Oracles & Sibyls

Some sibyls/oracles were known to be African prophetesses/Mamissi to the Mami Wata/Sirens in Africa, some were stolen or captured by Greeks or Romans, sold into slavery and made to be oracles, some of whom became quite famous in legend. Their connection to these water spirits, is what gave them their gift of prophecy. Not every sibyl or oracle was African but SOME were. This lead to the sharing and theft of sacred knowledge. It’s likely these women shared this sacred information, with their colleagues, some whom may or may not have been enslaved or kept in these temple and likely this information was traded, for their freedom, power or money etc. This gave way to the usage of sacred spirits and magick being used by men. A great example of this is the snake spirits of the genii, genius spirits (not to be mistaken with genies) and which then evolved into a diluted lesser energy in Greek society being known as daemons (not to be confused with goetic demons) Instead of a woman commanding these specific energies/spirits, the patriarchs decided that these specifics powers were only worthy of being used by men. These spirits were whitewashed, adopted into their religious practices and said to only be given to men at birth. No woman was allowed to possess them anymore.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The whitewashing of Medusa & Lamia.

In mainstream society these two women stories have been white washed but also to hide a very shameful history and narrative. These two were beautiful women, in older stories of black black mythology were known to be black and they were children of water & daughters of the powerful water spirit/snake/siren divine mother/feminine goddess.

Medusa was raped by the GREECIAN GOD OF THE SEA, POSEIDON and Athena covered it up, refused to avenge her and punished her by making her ugly to everyone. It’s speculated in several magikal circles that the snakes in her hair were actually dreads, due to their lack of understanding of black hair and also allegorically might have been a reference to her devotion to the fish or water snake, great mother goddess. A child of the divine feminine, mother goddess was assaulted in a temple by a man and a woman covered it up & celebrated it.

Let’s start there ... cuz this story says a lot! It’s one of the first historical cases in myth that really documents the issues that surround the black feminine specifically and it was intentionally whitewashed. Then to add insult to injury, Athena made her hideous to all men and her chopped off her head and used as a symbol of protection but also a subtle sign of disrespect to the fullest. This still goes on to this day.

In fact ALGOL, the demon star, which is considered to be strongest protective magick talisman in the occult world today is the HEAD OF MEDUSA. The child of water! BITCH! This energy is invoked constantly and the spirit of medusa is never allowed to rest.

However these egregious acts did not come without a price. Athena at time was a goddess of fertility. However desecrating a child of water or the sirens, is seen as an attack by the divine feminine and can will cause people to be afflicted with fertility and other mental health issues as well. This is speculative but it’s also likely that after this they were constantly visited by droughts, floods or repeating issues with water sanitation & purity after this. Lowered fertility rates and miscarriages might be more prominent, for Athenians and Athena devotees & likely continues to this day.

Devotees of Athena may also develop severe issues when it to their mental health because of this connection. They completely lose touch with their feminine energy and become extremely misogynistic after continued work with her.

Not only did Athena, cause Medusa to be seen as hideous throughout the land but she celebrated when she was murdered and proudly wore Medusa’s decapitated head on her shield. From the feminist eye this virgin deity/woman was extremely male identified and adhered to the patriarchal standard. She was tested by the divine feminine and failed.

Even more strange, Athena’s birth allegorically proclaims her essential character: her wisdom is drawn from the head of a male god; the bond of affection between father and daughter; her championship of heroes and male causes, born as she was from the male, and not from a mother’s womb. A dreaded goddess of war, she remained a virgin and a servant of the patriarchal society and remains so to this day. She is the misogynistic cool girl and very asexual at the core. In fact if you explore more of her mythos, it becomes very clear she hates women. I’m bewildered at how she has become associated with lesbians and the feminine at large, when it’s been very clear that she was intent on transcending her gender from the very beginning, but never managed to escape it.

To top it off, I’ll leave you with this quote from Aeschylus’ Oresteia by Athena:

“There is no mother anywhere who gave me birth, and, but for marriage, I am always for the male with all my heart, and strongly on my father’s side. So, in a case where the wife has killed her husband, lord of the house, her death shall not mean most to me.”

Queen Lamia was a said to incredible beauty who seduced Zeus, (a literal man whore) which as made Hera jealous. Hera cursed Lamia with infertility and insomnia. She went insane and is said to have killed her own children and ate them. Zeus is said to be the one who gifted her prophecy and gave her the ability to take out her eyes, so she would not be irritated at the site of other happy mothers.

She became associated with a child eating monster who was half woman and half snake, which ties into the Libyan snake cults. She was associated with phantoms, the shapshifting laimai or empusai and the daemon spirits.

Medusa and Lamia were Libyan by heritage and came from a place in Africa where temples to the water snake mother goddess & divine feminine were common before they were destroyed by invaders intentionally. These women likely had extreme gifts of seduction, mind control and other abilities etc. It’s highly likely that Queen Lamia used her powers of seduction, at the behest of her people to save them from colonization and was demonized for it. Zeus’s temple was in Cyrene in Lybia, so this is far more than an allegorical story. This may be a real life story that was disguised in mythos. Unfortunately deeper research into this subject has turned up many dead ends for me. It’s highly likely Medusa was a priestess of the the matriarchal Mami Watas or water goddess/snake spirits and was likely raped intentionally in Athena’s temple, as a show loyalty to the rising patriarchy by descrating the symbolism of the great mother and the divine feminine. This was likely an attempt to lessen power and status of the matriachal societies that existed at the time. Rape was common war tactic amongst colonizers and news of such disgrace would likely spread like wildfire. This also solidified Athena’s place amongst the male gods and gaining her their respect. Athena and her devotees went a step further to show their allegiance to the patriarchy, by stripping Medusa of her beauty supposedly and exiling her, then parading her decapitated head on shields, when going into battle likely with Libyan enemies.

This is just a brief explanation of a few horrific acts in history, which were whitewashed & explain why the essence of the black feminine has evolved to become more protective, predatory and fierce. She learned to defend herself. Now she kills those who threaten her.

Fun history tip: Usually anytime you see a snake in Grecian mythology, just know something got whitewashed, because the truth was really fucked up, made them look really bad & a black woman was there.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The black feminine is capable of more than you know.

Yes, mermaids/sirens/snakes & the mami watas can be scary at times but that’s what stepping into mysticism of deep waters is like. Water is capable of many things, it is one of the most powerful elements on earth. It can nourish you and kill you, and that’s the beauty of it really.

We should all be grateful the black feminine is so beautiful, fierce & scares the living daylights out of everyone.

You would be dead if it wasn’t.

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🎵There were seven in the bed, and the homesick one said...🎵

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Summary: You’re hosting a sleepover for your first-year gang and want everything to be perfect. With food, comfy beds and good friends, what’s not to like?

But when a bout of homesickness grips you, you fear the gathering is ruined when you have to be excused to calm down.

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You had been running around like a headless chicken all afternoon in preparation for a sleepover with your first year comrades.

Ramshackle’s lounge was decidedly the best place to host it. It was the only space large enough to comfortably fit six beds, and it had been dusted and swept within an inch of its life. The ghosts had been a godsend. Whilst you had attacked the room with your broom, they made the beds. Mattresses and duvets were hauled downstairs from the bedrooms, along with enough pillows to accommodate an army. You had to stifle a laugh as you heard the ghosts whine. They had forgotten that material things couldn’t faze through the wall like them, and clearly weren’t too pleased about having to lug the required stuff down the stairs and through multiple doors.

Sam the shopkeeper had been delighted to see you - or more specifically, your wallet. No good sleepover was without snacks, and you made sure to buy as big a variety as you could afford with the pittance Crowley paid you each week. Sam’s shadow took your shadow by the arm and dragged you up to multiple shelves, eagerly trying to entice you to spend every penny you owned.

You decided you wanted healthy things like carrot sticks - that Sebek would approve of and Vil wouldn’t scold Epel for eating. You assumed Jack might like beef jerky, since he was part wolf, and also bought lots of chocolate and crisps...and tuna. Grim said he’d have to join too, since he was also a host.

You rolled your eyes when he said it.

He didn’t contribute any help when setting up for the evening, yet still expected to eat and lounge and chat.

Typical, you thought. But Grim was Grim.

•~•~•~•~•

Before long, it was evening. The lights were dimmed low, perfect for relaxing; bowls of food were laid out beside the beds, and you were already dressed in your pyjamas. The ghosts had found them laying in a trunk in the attic, and after a good wash to get all the dust and dirt off them, they actually felt wonderfully soft.

“Why do they call it a slumber party,” began Grim, trying to tear the nightcap you’d given him off his head with his hind legs, “when the last thing you wanna do is sleep?”

You shrugged. “That’s not always the case,” you said. “If the hosts aren’t good then the guests want nothing more than to sleep.” A wave of worry washed over you. Your eyes darted to the beds, the bowls and the rest of the living room. “I just hope we’re not that type of host.”

“The Great Grim won’t settle for a shoddy party. They’ll be singing my praises for years to come after tonight.”

Suddenly, you started laughing. Parties? Great? You couldn’t help but be reminded of something. “No offence, but I don’t think the Great Grim has anything on the Great Gatsby when it comes to parties! Where’s your Rolls Royce? And your pool? And your endless bars of booze? All we’ve got are some little bowls of treats and a floor of futons. You can barely hold a candle to the Great Jay Gatsby of West Egg...”

Grim gazed at you as though you’d lost your mind.

“N-Never mind,” you fumbled.

The doorbell rang.

You sighed with relief.

Leaping up, you skidded into the entrance hallway and lay your hand on the door handle. This was it. You’d never hosted a get together with these guys before. You had to make sure they had a blast, or at least didn’t feel awkward or ignored. But how was that going to be easy? They were all so different. It’d be hard to play to all their interests at once.

But you couldn’t let that sway you. They were on the other side of the door, so it was too late to call it off.

Taking a deep breath, you turned the handle and threw the door open.

“Evening, Sleeping Beauties!” you exclaimed, forcing a beaming smile onto your face. You regretted those words as soon as they left your lips. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek all ogled at you. They were dressed in pyjamas, some with sleep masks pulled up onto their foreheads.

Epel started snickering. “Our prefect is a weird one,” he said, but didn’t mean it rudely. “And urgh....please don’t tell me this sleepover is gonna involve actual ‘beauty’ stuff. If I have to be forced to wear one more face mask, or pluck my eyebrows, Imma run away.”

Sebek crossed his arms and huffed. His glower was steely, but he couldn’t be taken too seriously since he had bunny slippers on. “Beauty is like strength - everyone is born with potential, but it’s hard to maintain. You mustn’t slack when taking care of yourself. Presentation is pivotal.”

Epel turned to Jack for aid, but the wolf just nodded.

Jack wore a short-sleeved t-shirt that made the moonlight dribble off his biceps, accentuating the product of months of training.

From the back of the group, you distinctly heard Ace cough. “So...are we planning on sleeping under the stars tonight, or are we going to spend the night in Ramshackle?”

Your shoulders tensed. You were already off to a bad start.

“Oh, of course, come in. Come in.” You stepped to the side to allow the group to pass. “Just head on through to the living room. Everything’s set up.”

“Woah!” exclaimed Ace as soon as he saw the beds and food. “This is deluxe. Chocolate? And sweets?”

You chuckled. “No one’s going to have a hypoglycaemic attack on my watch.”

Epel shook his head. “So weird.”

“They are factual, Mr Felmier,” Sebek shot back. “One must keep their sugar levels stable. It is simply strategic of (Y/N) to offer a varied spread of food for this evening.” Epel crossed his arms, not too pleased to be shot-down twice.

Your heart fluttered with relief, praising your past self for deciding to buy as much as you could. You’d probably regret it later when you had to buy something important, but for now you were just concentrating on this sleepover going well.

“Oh, that reminds me,” said Sebek, reaching into his dressing gown pocket. “Master Lilia insisted I deliver a gift to the host. As is customary. I bring face cloths infused with lavender, perfect to calm oneself before bed. I hope you will accept them.”

Sebek gave a small bow as he presented a bundle of lilac cloths tied together with a black ribbon. You didn’t move at first, shocked by the gesture, but accepted them with a smile nonetheless.

The four other guests looked awkward. You supposed they hadn’t brought you anything. But then Ace and Deuce stepped forward with a small bag of biscuits. “These aren’t as good as what Sebek has,” said Deuce.

Ace rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “And we didn’t even make them. Trey wasn’t looking and-“

Deuce nudged him in the ribs to shut him up. You started laughing and took them graciously. “We can have them with the rest of the snacks,” you said, reaching for an empty bowl. “Trey’s a sorcerer when it comes to pastries and desserts.”

Suddenly, Grim emerged from underneath your futon duvet and started weaving between Jack and Epel’s legs. “And what about you two?” he said, stepping on their feet meaningfully. “You aren’t rude enough to not bring a gift, are ya?”

The two boys stared at the floor.

“We can bring something tomorrow,” said Jack, not meeting your eyes.

“As a belated gift,” added Epel.

Your hands went to your hips and you cocked your head back. “So weird,” you said, mimicking Epel’s voice. “It’s custom to bring a gift. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”

Jack and Epel bowed. Sebek, Ace, Deuce and Grim shook their heads.

“Sorry, (Y/N),” said Epel. “W-We can leave if you want-“

He was cut off by the sound of your giggles. Jack and Epel looked up at you for the first time, confused.

“Guys,” you said, nodding over to their beds. “I’m joking. Make yourselves comfortable. I threw this sleepover for you, not for the gifts you’d bring. Breathe.”

The boys eyed each other, an embarrassed blush on their cheeks, but eventually nodded and made their way over to their futons.

Grim didn’t look too pleased with you.

“We could’ve gotten a few cans of tuna out of them if you’d pressed harder,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “If you want to watch people get swindled then go to the Monstro Lounge. I’m sure Azul would love to show you how it’s done.”

Grim suddenly seemed to remember when he signed a contract with the sly cecaelia, failed to hold up his end of the bargain, and was made a servant at the Lounge.

He quickly shook his head.

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The evening went by smoothly. The seven of you mostly sat up to speak about whatever was new around school, or whatever was interesting. Sebek, naturally, sung Malleus’s praises until Ace and Deuce changed the subject to something all of you could chat about. Your families.

Sebek didn’t seem too put-out. After all, Malleus, Lilia and Silver were like honorary family to him, so he still went on about Malleus whenever he could.

Epel’s face lit up when he began to talk about the apple farm. You watched as his duvet shifted, his legs seeming to dart from left to right with excitement. He spoke in such detail about the orchards and his grandmother. Apparently, he had hardly interacted with people his age before coming to NRC. You wondered if this was his first sleepover, and noticed how the chocolates were almost gone because he’d been picking at them relentlessly all night. Not being near Vil seemed like a good excuse to gorge and relax.

Deuce spoke about how he wanted to make his mother proud after his mishaps in middle school, and Ace and Jack spoke about mostly their siblings.

It was nice to hear about these boys outside of the school setting. You had mostly just known the college, and it had been your world for all the months you had been stuck in Twisted Wonderland. You hadn’t been able to visualise your first-year gang having lives external to NRC, so this was a huge eye-opener to you.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” asked Deuce. His hands were cupping his jaw as he lay on his stomach. “What’re your loved ones like?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but suddenly felt your chest grow tight. Images of your home flashed through your mind. Your family, friends, where you lived, what you used to do; it all came crashing out of your memory and swept around your mind like a tornado. They were happy memories - mostly - so, why did you feel so melancholic? Like you’d lost something you’d never get back?

Something gentle suddenly brushed across your cheek.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed a tear escape your eye. Grim had reached up and gotten rid of it.

The rest of your group were staring at you with worry. Your cheeks flushed red.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you said, peeling your covers back. “I think those lavender cloths have...have set off my hay fever? Yeah...I’m awfully sensitive. L-Lemme just go wash my face.”

The boys let you go without another word.

Once you were safely in the hallway, you bolted for the bathroom, hands cupping your dripping face. Your heart ached like someone had reached into your ribcage and twisted it. You missed your home so much. You wished beyond all wishing that you were merely attending a boarding school like all the other students and could simply hop on a train or broomstick and be with your family again. But instead you were like an alien, stranded on a distant planet with only a thin hope of getting home resting on Dire Crowley’s research.

You felt suspended, sick with apprehension. What if it wasn’t possible for you to go home? What if Crowley hit a brick wall and broke it to you that you were stuck in Twisted Wonderland?

Never again would you admire the scenery of your country, or eat your favourite foods or read books by your favourite authors, or anything like that.

After locking the bathroom door behind you, you sat on the closed toiled seat and wept into your pyjamas.

Unbeknownst to you, Grim had quietly followed you and had pressed his ear up against the door. His big blue eyes filled with tears as he listened to you cry, not knowing what to do or how to comfort you.

“Get over yourself, (Y/N),” you said to yourself, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. A cracked mirror hung on the wall beside you and you stared into it, biting your lip. The tears kept coming, but now they were angry as well as sad; angry at how you were behaving. “So many people don’t have what you have,” you spat. “And you’re so lucky to have wound up in a world with a roof over your head, with food and water, and decent people as friends. Great people as friends. Yeah, that’s right, Grim. I think you’re pretty great, alright.”

Grim smirked smugly, but was tempted to bolt from the door - thinking you knew he was there, - but you kept talking to yourself.

“And you’ve ruined a conversation that was totally innocent. I wouldn’t be surprised if you made your guests feel so awkward they’ve already left.”

At that, you decided to wash your face and make it seem as though you truly had hay fever. Turning back to the mirror, you flashed your brightest smile and unlocked the door. Grim had already left. You had no clue he was even there, and so you made your way back to the living room with your head held high.

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“Ruddy pollen,” you said as you opened the door. “You could break both my legs, kill my pet and tell me I failed all my exams and I still wouldn’t cry as much as I do when it comes to my hay fever.”

You closed the door and spun around, smile still on your face. You were determined to salvage what you could of your chat, even with a face puffy and red.

Grim lay on your pillow and furrowed his brow. The other five boys didn’t look too chipper either. You noticed how they had pulled their covers back and seemed as though they were ready to get up and leave. No one spoke.

You felt dread pool in your gut.

Suddenly, Ace got up. His face was unreadable as he walked over to you. You sighed with defeat and moved aside so he could get to the door. You were almost tempted to make him take the biscuits with him back to Heartslabyul. Some host you were.

But then you felt two strong arms close around you and hold you tightly.

You were completely taken aback.

Sebek started speaking from the floor. “Those cloths were infused with lavender perfume,” he said. “There’s not a speck of pollen anywhere. We know you don’t have hay fever.”

You tensed.

Grim padded over to you and curled around your left leg comfortingly.

“The hairy gremlin told us everything,” said Ace. You could tell he was trying to keep his words brief, and you could already feel his hold loosening. He wasn’t good at comfort or being gushy. You were tempted to nudge Grim off your leg for eavesdropping on you, but instead you let out a long sigh.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’m just feeling homesick. Nothing to kick up a fuss about.”

Ace took your wrist and brought you back to your bed. You were blushing like a cherry.

“Honestly, guys, it’s fine,” you said. “It just gets to me now and again. Let’s not let it ruin our evening.”

“(Y/N)?” said Epel, tilting his head to the side. “Do you really think you’re ‘lucky’?”

You were confused.

“Do you really think you’re not allowed to be upset about waking up in a random place, with no magic, no connections while being forced to live in a glorified tip?” His eyes darted around the room, gesturing to the peeling wallpaper of Ramshackle and holed floorboards. You shrugged.

“I couldn’t imagine not being with my brother and sister again,” said Jack. Your started welling up again. The wolf beastman grit his teeth at the sight and quickly placed his hand on your head. You sniffed, but didn’t brush him off. “N-Not that I’m saying you won’t see your family again,” he said.

“I imagine the uncertainty is undesirable,” said Sebek.

You nodded. “A bit.”

The room went silent for a while, and the boys shared a look of united sorrow for you. You were weak - no magic - and pretty much enslaved by Crowley while he very, very slowly worked on a way to send you home. It was a gentle torture.

Just then, Jack used his unique magic to turn himself into a giant wolf and paced over to you. He laid down beside you and rested his head on your lap as his body cushioned your back. You thought his unique magic was brilliant, and you instinctively reached up to stroke his head. He stared up at you with wide eyes, tail flicking up to wipe away a tear.

Epel propped himself up on Jack next to you, followed by Ace and Deuce who flopped over his fluffy back, and finally Sebek sat to your other side.

You didn’t want to look at any of them, too ashamed of your swollen face.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” said Deuce. “How about we all be your honorary brothers while you’re here?”

Your head tilted up to him in disbelief, no longer caring about how you looked.

Sebek bolted upright. “What!” he exclaimed. “That’s not what I thought we had come to. I can’t be saddled with another Silver!”

Ace reached down to jab him on the collarbone. Sebek shot him a seething glare, and Ace returned it, gesturing to you with his eyes.

Eventually, Sebek’s gaze darted to you; took in your sorrowful face and weak little smile, and relented. “Fine,” he said. “But we’re not on the level of trusting each other with our lives just yet, and no sibling of mine won’t learn how to use a sword. I hope you know what you’re signing up for.”

Your heart swelled. “Really?” you breathed.

Grim leapt up onto shoulder and nuzzled against your cheek. “Well, I’m still your master,” he said. Your tears were no longer sad or angered. Instead they ran down your face like gleeful dewdrops. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You had no idea these boys would even consider thinking of you like family.

“Very well then,” you eventually managed to croak out, sitting up to look at them all. The smile on your face could have rivalled Chen’ya’s. “As your honorary kin I will make it my duty to be as annoying and lovably hateable as I can.”

“Amen to that,” said Deuce.

You noted how his tone was sleepy. Jack’s fur was remarkably soft and Epel was already dozing, a lazy smile on his face.

You let yourself succumb to sleep, too.

Perhaps you could learn to see Twisted Wonderland as a home as well. As you drifted off, you pictured seeing the boys’ hometowns and making memories with them. You hadn’t felt so welcome, so at peace, in months.

Things would be different now. But you knew, no matter what, things would also be pretty great, too.

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Author’s Note: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I loved writing this! I found it so cute ;;

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