#I can’t look at any picture of casper the same anymore..

[ask-the-kitty-crew]

Back then..this was a funni picture of my cat..now..it’s one of the last pictures I had of my cat when he was still alive..

#mod speaks #tw vent #tw animal death mention #I can’t look at any picture of casper the same anymore..

[skoolbully-a]

@dhufeainnewedd​​   said   :   ‘  you   wanna   play   ?   let’s   fucking   play   .   😏   ‘

THREE   IS   A   GOOD   NUMBER   .   it’s   so   good   that   they   made   a   saying   about   it   ,   and   that’s   how   you   know   it’s   the   real   deal   .   three   french   hens   ,   three   primary   colours   ,   three   hanson   brothers   ...   and   three   best   friends   ––   two   of   whom   are   about   to   betray   the   one   ,   one   of   who   will   betray   the   other   ,   and   the   third   who’ll   eventually   try   to   keep   the   other   two   afloat   while   they   try   their   best   to   drown   her   .   (   but   like   ,   yeah   .   three’s   a   good   number   .   )   rosie   isn’t   here   ,   though   .   said   something   about   her   dad   ,   except   he   thinks   that   might   be   crap   .   truth   is   ,   she’s   kinda   been   looking   like   shit   in   the   way   that   only   users   can   look   like   shit   (   which   is   to   say   :   beautiful   ,   with   the   weight   of   the   whole   world   circling   beneath   their   eyes   )   ,   and   he’s   got   this   suspicion   that   it   isn’t   really   her   dad   that’s   got   her   fucked   up   .   (   sucks   !   ben   que   c’est   la   vie   .   )   so   it’s   just   him   and   ishtar   ,   falling   in   and   out   of   one   another   as   they   make   their   rounds   .

breathe   in   ,   breathe   out   ,   chase   the   dragon   .   vicious   cycle   of   ebbs   and   flows   ––   ecstasy   :   limbs   heavy   ,   mouth   numb   as   he   speaks   in   slurs   and   smiles   to   people   whose   names   he’s   already   forgotten   /   calm   explosions   in   his   head   ,   rapture   ascending   as   he   passes   from   room   to   room   .   (   casper   the   friendly   ghost   !   not   dead   yet   ,   but   close   enough   .   )   he’s   talking   to   some   girl   ,   too   caught   up   in   the   glittering   of   her   lip   gloss   to   really   hear   the   words   ,   when   ishtar   comes   back   from   whatever   cowboy   adventure   she’d   been   on   .   a   hand   on   his   wrist   ,   fingers   grazing   against   a   shitty   friendship   bracelet   he   hasn’t   been   able   to   get   off   (   it   tickles   /   he   laughs   /   the   sound   doesn’t   sound   like   his   own   .   cool   .   )   he   follows   her   ,   same   as   he’d   follow   any   of   his   friends   to   the   grave   ,   head   nodding   liberally   with   every   step   .   kitchen   ,   dining   room   ,   living   room   ––   it’s   all   the   same   .   just   another   shrine   to   american   suburbia   ,   ordained   by   pictures   of   nuclear   families   with   the   same   bland   ,   say-cheese   smiles   .   he   doesn’t   really   know   where   they   are   anymore   ,   but   people   are   dancing   and   the   lyrics   echoing   in   his   ears   sound   like   they’re   backwards   and   the   lights   hopscotch   across   the   floor   and   walls   in   neon   streaks   and   ––   (   woah   .   )   they   sway   /   they   laugh   /   they’re   together   in   the   effortless   way   that   they   so   often   are   ...   and   then   she   taunts   him   ––   you   wanna   play   ?   let’s   fucking   play   ––   and   he   kind   of   comes   to   the   realization   that   she   isn’t   ‘   just   ishtar   ’   /   and   she   smiles   like   how   she   smiles   ––   mischievous   ,   in   the   way   that   makes   you   believe   she   really   sees   you   ––   and   he   kind   of   comes   to   the   realization   that   she   was   never   ‘   just   ishtar   ’   .   fuck   .   for   all   the   chemicals   dancing   through   his   veins   ,   glowing   iridescent   beneath   flashing   lights   and   pulsing   with   the   beat   of   indistinct   music   ––   they   still   don’t   numb   the   pain   .   (   and   soon   he’ll   find   out   that   they   don’t   really   kill   the   urge   ,   neither   ...   so   what’s   the   fucking   point   ?   )   

wake   up   !   but   his   eyes   are   already   open   ;   it’s   his   hands   pressed   against   his   ears   ,   shielding   a   racing   mind   from   the   intrusion   of   rational   thought   ,   that’re   the   real   danger   .   (   face   the   truth   ,   kid   .   you   could   calm   the   storm   if   you   wanted   to   .   )   except   that   he   doesn’t   want   to   .   typhoons   destroy   all   they   touch   ,   sweeping   the   foundations   of   loving   homes   away   in   waves   of   mud   and   tears   ––   he   knows   this   .   how   many   times   have   beams   buckled   and   broken   beneath   the   flood   of   jimbo   fucking   jones   :   the   boy   who’s   all   emotion   and   chaos   and   broken   promises   ?   it’s   the   moments   before   the   tide   breaches   the   shore   ,   standing   on   foggy   beaches   and   looking   into   the   jaws   of   a   watery   grave   with   splayed   arms   and   salted   skin   ,   that   keep   him   coming   back   .   the   danger   !   the   exhilaration   !   the   impending   destruction   !   (   the   very   things   that   make   it   wrong   make   it   so   goddamn   irresistible   .   )   ishtar   isn’t   any   different   .   she’s   a   risk   to   gamble   on   /   a   warning   sign   wrapped   in   barbed   wire   ,   and   the   pain   of   pricking   hungry   fingers   on   the   corners   of   what   she   signifies   is   itself   the   reward   .   ––––   a   means   to   an   end   (   euphoria   )   rather   than   an   end   in   and   of   itself   .

❛  you won’t win ,  izzy .  ❜      a   coy   smile   ,   dark   lashes   blinking   lazily   against   an   invisible   haze   .   his   view   of   life   is   invariably   through   a   plastic   bag   ;   she’s   kind   of   like   the   crudely   printed   smiley   face   on   the   front   ,   drifting   aimlessly   through   the   wind   .   jimbo   uses   a   finger   to   raise   her   chin   ,   scrutinizing   the   micro-expressions   on   her   face   /   trying   to   read   her   intentions   from   the   blue   of   her   eyes   .   his   grin   grows   crooked   ,   just   a   little   too   wicked   to   be   innocent   .      ❛  i’m the better player .  ❜      probably   because   he’s   got   the   game   rigged   .   he   can’t   help   it   !   damaged   teenagers   have   this   impulse   to   find   people   just   like   him   ––   run   their   fingers   jagged   edges   until   they   find   a   crack   to   fill   .   then   they   pour   themselves   into   the   broken   bits   ,   conflating   affection   (   or   whatever   abstraction   of   it   passes   between   empty   texts   and   unfastened   zippers   )   with   love   .   like   it’s   a   plaster   /   like   the   body’s   a   construction   site   /   like   he   can   be   patched   together   again   with   warm   hands   and   lipstick   stains   .   amateurs   .   they   act   surprised   when   the   fissures   don’t   disappear   and   he   slips   out   from   between   their   fingers   ,   but   by   the   time   they   realize   they’ve   been   conned   …   he’s   already   wandering   down   the   middle   of   an   empty   street   with   his   face   turned   up   against   flickering   streetlights   .   it’s   not   his   fault   that   he’s   got   the   kind   of   dirty   freckles   and   broken   smiles   and   bloodied   lips   that   people   think   they   can   fix   .   (   all   he   does   is   capitalize   on   it   ,   because   ––   really   ––   it’s   the   closest   thing   to   love   he’ll   ever   get   .   )   he’s   not   conceited   enough   to   assume   ishtar   wants   to   fix   him   ;   he   knows   her   too   well   to   think   that   for   more   than   a   second   .   nah   .   it   ain’t   that   serious   for   her   ––   it’s   jokes   ,   man   !   she   don’t   want   to   fix   him   …   she   just   wants   to   fill   the   hole   inside   herself   with   rocks   engraved   with   names   .   and   it’s   ,   like   ,   cool   .   but   does   she   know   that   one   wrong   move   will   knock   the   whole   damn   pile   over   ,   leaving   her   with   no   choice   but   to   shovel   the   shit   out   of   herself   with   dirty   hands   and   broken   nails   ?   would   it   change   anything   if   she   did   ?

❛  –––besides .  i don’t think this is a game we’re allowed to play ,  –’nd you don’t break any rules that count .  ❜      and   it’s   true   ,   except   that   ––   coming   from   him   ––   it’s   bullshit   .   (   a   challenge   ?   definitely   .   an   invitation   ?   maybe   .   but   an   honest   appeal   to   their   good   senses   ?   absolutely   not   .   )   for   all   of   the   moralistic   words   ,   it’s   not   like   he   actually   moves   away   /   it’s   not   like   he   stops   staring   at   her   the   way   that   a   dog   stares   at   a   bone   .   he   lets   go   of   her   chin   and   taps   his   index   finger   ,   a   little   harshly   ,   against   the   bridge   of   her   nose   .   it’s   just   part   of   the   game   ,   love   .      ❛  so ... match point .  y’know ?  calling your bluff .  ❜

#( eve theyre so dumb ) #( brain go durrrrr ) #dhufeainnewedd #long post / #drugs / #﹠. —— verse : euphoria. 「 ☠ 」

[softpine]

@pastrypixels​ thank you so so much!!! this made me smile :’) 💖💖💖

@lovely-iris-west-allen​ fjkdjs it’s self care!! 💖

hey!! i have a cc finds ( @softpinefinds​ ), i don’t specifically tag jeans but i do have a “clothes” tag! otherwise, i’ve honestly had the same cc jeans for everrrrr and i wouldn’t even know where to find them anymore sjdkjd but i love alpha-style clothes from creators like elliesimple, darte77, lazy-eyelids, and gorillax3 !! 💖

hi!! i use helvetihand + my own italicized version of helvetihand 💖 i use size 35, but it will look different depending on your image size!

@unluckyg00se​ lmaooo yes!!! you’re my valentine now come get these chocolates and flowers sjfkdjf 💖💖

yeah they’re brothers!! :’) basically, casper grew up thinking danny was his bio dad, not because they told him so, but because he didn’t really know any different? casper has always been kinda... naive? blissfully ignorant? because he had such a good childhood (because mikaela worked her ass off to give him a good one), he never questioned much of anything. he was just starting to get to the age where he might question it, but the news beat him to it. so yeah!! he knew that asa didn’t live with them all the time, and he knew that cara is asa’s mom, but he didn’t care to ask any details beyond that lmao

@oedeme-ccfinds​ @oedeme (it won’t let me tag your main? i’m sorry!!) but omg it’s so good to see you again!! thank you so so much, you’re so sweet 🥺💖 i can’t even tell you how much this means to me!! 💗

@whocouldchuckwood​ yeah it’s a.. weird situation sjdksj i would never dream of sending someone a rude anon in general, but especially over something as ridiculous as a picture of a car?? idk... i’m always open to suggestions & i always want my story to be clear and easy to understand, but it genuinely hurts my feelings when i put so much time, thought, and effort into a post, and then it just gets shit all over, lmao. but anyway, thank you so much for the kind words 💖💖

i feel kind of uncomfortable answering this because like.. i’m not an authority on grooming or online predators. i don’t have a degree or anything... in my original post, i just pointed out how certain behaviors are unnecessary online. i never accused anyone of being a predator, let alone for simply calling someone adorable. i said in the post “maybe you mean well, but that’s not appropriate at all” (referring to giving minors compliments about their looks & age). i personally don’t reply to any minors’ selfies, because that feels like a line i shouldn’t cross as an adult. other people might have a different opinion, and that’s why i’m hesitant to say anything definitive about what is “right” and “wrong”. only you know your own intentions, and only you can be responsible for your own actions. it’s up to you to make sure you’re not manipulating people or making them feel uncomfortable -- but simply calling a minor adorable is not grooming, and i never wanted to imply that it was. i just wanted to point out that it’s not appropriate for a stranger to say on the internet. i also linked this article which has a bunch of warning signs for online predators, so maybe if you’re not clear about what’s okay and what’s not, you can read that and know what to avoid doing? i hope that helps, i’m honestly not sure how to answer this lol. but if you’re not manipulating, harming, or making anyone uncomfortable, then you’re not a predator (and from just what limited info i have about you, i really don’t think you need to worry)

#i decided to save the story post for tomorrow!! all i'm seeing on my dash is like.. happy vday posts lmao #today is the worst ;-; #but kjsdjd thank you for the asks <3 #asks #anonymous #saviorhide #brandi answers

[cecilspeaks]

156 - The Trouble with Time

‘tis better to have loved and lost Than to be slowly eaten whilst still alive. There are, on the whole, Many things worse than having loved and lost. Welcome to Night Vale.

Well, listeners, we have all been grappling with the same problem. Time has become normal in Night Vale, or as normal as time ever is. Time is pretty weird everywhere. As a result of this shift in our experience of time, none of us are remaining the same age for centuries anymore. We are aging one year per year, one month per month, one second per precious second. Every moment that passes our skin is less supple. Our mind is less pliant. Our joints ache just a little more.

The entire town is in an uproar, as we are all coming to terms with the idea of getting older. Gym memberships have soared. Everyone is talking at the same time and they’re all recommending green juice diets to each other. The City Council has tried to make ageing illegal, but it turns out this would be unconstitutional as the Supreme Court decided that slow deterioration of the mind and body is an American right.

I myself am not immune to these worries. When I think about what my life would be like after Carlos or, what his life would be like after me… These are the kinds of fears that can’t be shaken off by the light of day. That linger, even after all the shadows of evening have faded. Is love a gift in a finite world? I’d like to think so, but oh, my stomach is in knots. I’m sure your sis too.

And now a word from our sponsors. Afraid of ageing? Terrified of the tides of time? Spooked by the sequential nature of existence? Stop looking at the calendar and moaning. Sure, it may be cathartic to start every morning by picking up your alarm clock and shouting: “You are a murderer! Your numbers are murder weapons! I am the murder victim!” But it’s not helping you out. Instead, try lotion. Just lotion those limbs. Lotion that face. Got any other parts? Lotion them too. Rubbing lotion on yourself won’t stop time. It won’t end the inevitability of death. But when you die, you will be silky smooth, and folks will whispers: “Why, it doesn’t look like they’ve aged a single day.” Buy lotion now and we will send you a box of other things that will not stop you from dying, but will make you feel a little better on your way out the door. Such as fish oil pills, a pair of running shoes, and books with titles like “Get Happy Now, or Else”. Lotion – you can’t stop ageing, so settle on mitigating the surface appearance of ageing. And this has been ma word from our sponsors.

In a new press release, Night Vale resident Leah Shapiro announces the Mariam McDonald memoriam fund. This fund, in honor of the recently deceased Mariam, will be used to finally fulfil Mariam’s lifelong dream, a dream she did not live long enough to see come to fruition: the removal of all sand from the Sand Wastes.  Mariam hated the sand, thought it looked frightfully untidy, and that it made a bad first impression for folks just coming to town. She could often be seen when she was alive out with her broom, dutifully sweeping the dunes into her dustpan, and depositing the result into a black trashbag. Obviously, this was slow going, but Leah has vowed to continue Mariam’s quest. “It’s a stupid wish, a real dumb one,” said Leah. “I hate it! I hate it so much, but I don’t know, it’s what Mariam wanted. And so I feel obligated for some reason to keep after it. God, this sucks!” Leah concluded. According to the press release, the Mariam McDonald Memorial Fund currently contains 3 dollars, and is not taking donations. Well, isn’t that the feelgood story of the year? Good luck, Leah. I do hope you get rid of all that sand. Mariam was right, sand is very untidy.

And now for the Children’s Fun Fact Science Corner. So today, we will be discussing how to tell whether something is a person. Here are simple tests that can be done at home with whatever you find in your parents’ cabinets when they don’t know you’re looking. Does it grow? It’s a person. Does it bend? It’s a person. Is it square or similar to a square? That’s a person. Nodes or nodules? Person. A frank and enticing laugh? Person. Can it hold liquid? Person. Is it a dog? Yup, that’s a person too. That ooze at the back of your closet? Not a person. We don’t know what hat is, best not to touch it, best not to think on it. Perhaps it is the thinking that gives it its power. This has been the Children’s Fun Fact Science Corner.

In response to the current “time is normal” crisis, many companies are moving in to offer services to alleviate ageing. Arby’s is suggesting that a regular diet of roast beef has been shown to extend life expectancy by up to 20 years. When they were asked who showed that and how they did so, Arby’s kind of mumbled and sad that they would have those sources for us soon, but in the meantime, come on down and buy yourself a meal. 

A number of new gyms have opened up in town, promising advanced workouts that will keep the body and mind tiptop. There is an LA Fitness, also a 26 Hour Fitness, which promises workouts at any time day or night, plus two bonus hours every day that are only experienced by members. And local legend Louie Blasko has started what he calls a Crossfit gym, but it appears to be just the burned out remains of his old music store, untouched since the night of the fire. “Oh yeah,” Louie said. “You can really get a good workout in here, believe me.” His eyes flicked back and forth nervously.

A different angle is being taken by newcomer to town, Casper Rhodes. Casper says that he has conquered the ultimate obstacle: death itself. He does this by freezing the brain upon death until it can be resuscitated by advanced technologies of the future. “Cryogenics means never having to say ‘I’m dead’,” Casper declared, whirling around the red cape he wears and wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh yes, this is a completely real technology. Once you die, we simply and safely remove your bran and freeze it in here.” He indicated the disused grain silo on the edge of town. “That thing is full of brains,” he said. “And each of those brains will be reanimated to a bright and beautiful future hundreds of years from now, and you can too, for a mere 10,000 dollars. Payable upfront, no refunds offered.”

Suspicious journalists asked if they could take a peek in the grain silo and see if it was actually full of brains. But Mr. Rhodes blocked the door with his body. “Uh oh uh,” he said. “Opening the door would mess up the, uh, freezing process. Uh, wouldn’t want that to happen. You just have to trust us.” Hmmmmm.

And now traffic. It’s looking pretty clear on the roads right now. There isn’t a single car to be seen. The parking lots are barren, the highways are mere doodles of the gods without the roaring machines that give them purpose. Where did every car disappear to? We wonder this as we walk to work. Walk to school. Learning the limits and the capacity of our own legs, magnificent machines attached to our own bodies that we had long ago discounted, but now can only propel ourselves by the length of them. And then again and again, one after another. The hours pass and we gradually pass through them, and where are the cars? Did they ever exist? The factories where cars once were built are now full of robots with no purpose, arms ending in specialized tools and drills, all designed to construct a thing that no longer is there to be constructed. And so they bob and weave for nothing. In this way, perhaps, it could be said that they are dancing. To take purpose from a movement is to suggest the possibility of art within it, that perhaps the movement could have meaning merely for itself, but I ask again: where are the cars? Where did they go? Every other form of transportation still exists. Planes still claw their way into the stratosphere, while boats wobble on churning seas. Motorcycles even, given the compete freedom of the highway, tearing into the turns and straightaways at dangerous speeds, but no cars. Was it something we did? Is this our fault? At least there’s no traffic, I guess, and we’re all getting a little more time outdoors which is nice and, oh – Nevermind. The cars are back, all of them. Aaaall at once, driverless and speeding. Well, it’s nice to have them back. This has been traffic.

And now for corrections. In a previous editorial aired on this station, a reporter indicated his belief that peanut butter is a type of rock. That reporter sincerely believed, based on a half remembered lesson from elementary school that he now realizes might have actually been a cartoon he watched, that peanut butter along with sedimentary, metamorphic, and ignius was in fact one of the main types of rock. This reported harbored no ill intent when he lectured for what may or may not have been two hours about his belief that peanut butter was a type of rock. This well meaning reporter may have ignored several calls from his scientist husband, who was trying to get through to correct this completely understandable mistake. But the reporter was on such a roll that he didn’t even notice the calls coming in. Which could happen to anyone. The reporter may have even printed up posters for local schools showing the types of rock, with peanut butter prominently included. If that is the case, these schools should feel free to return the erroneous posters, or keep them, if they feel it might be in some way educational. In any case, the reporter in question regrets the error and now amidst that maybe, peanut butter isn’t a type of rock. Maybe that’s true. Decide for yourself. This has been corrections.

Casper Rhodes and his Quality Cryogenics Corporation continue to advertise their dubious service all over town. He has bought a billboard next to the Waterfront Recreation Area declaring: “A new life awaits you in the future”, with a picture of a disembodied brain that is somehow both smiling an giving a thumbs up, despite its lack of hands and mouth. The Quality Cryogenics Corporation strung a banner along the top of the disused grain silo on the edge of town saying the name of the company. Except the word “quality” has been misspelled, as has “corporation”. Listeners, I am not one to editorialize, not after the recent peanut butter debacle we’ve heard so much about. But it does not seem to me that this Mr. Rhodes is on the up and up. Nothing about this strikes me as a scientific operation, and trust me, I know from scientific operations. Despite these warning signs, a few people have in fact taken them up on their offer, including weekday shift managers at the Ralphs, Charlie Bear, whose lifetime ambition of becoming a ghost has recently curdled into a frantic fear of death. “I thought we had eternity. Now every minute spent is a minute lost,” Charlie said to me when I asked him if they had any more cilantro. So that was a bummer on my afternoon. I must warn everyone not to buy into this Casper charlatan’s lies. Cryogenically freezing brains is not going to save you. In fact, it is time for me to bust this scam wide open. I will sneak into the disused grain silo, and I will tel you what is inside. Then all of us will know the truth.

As I head over there, Let’s all head over To the weather.

[“Revolution Lover” by Left At London http://leftatlondon.com]

OK, listeners I’m.. hold on. This portable recording rig is just a little heavy. Whoo! I have got to get back to my weight training. I was deadlifting as much as 15 pounds, and now look at me.

OK, I am looking up at the towering disused grain silo on the edge of town. The silo that one Casper Rhodes would claim contains cryogenically frozen brains, destined to be reawakened in the future. Well, I’m sure Mr. Rhodes, but allow me to just check in on it myself. The door to the silo is locked with a padlock and heavy chain. Fortunately, I don’t go anywhere without my Special Reporter’s welding torch. It comes in handy more than you’d think. [welding noises] And off it goes. Another win for the first amendment. Listeners, I am opening the heavy metal doors [creaking], and inside it is dark even in this late afternoon sun. I am stepping in. [voice echoing] My eyes are adjusting and oh my god! Listeners, oh my god! The tanks are full, frozen intact human brains, attached to various support equipment, it is all completely clean and seemingly running well, this – this isn’t a scam! The great Casper Rhodes is telling the truth! Death is now voluntary, aging is meaningless! We will all see the future! We will ALL see the future!

Listeners, I must go, I must talk to my husband. We could be together forever, don’t you see? A new world awaits us in the future! I must talk to Carlos, I must! [equipment drops]

Today’s proverb: On one hand, you have skin. On the other hand, you don’t- oh man, what happened to that hand?!!

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #wtnv transcirpts #episode 156 #the trouble with time

[trashforhockeyguys]

Can’t Help But Love You-2- Kasperi Kapanen

A/N: Hey look it’s part 2. Smut, poorly written though it may be, is included.  

You laid out on the front of the boat with Steph while the guys were swimming. All the while your head was spinning as you tried to sort out what you were going to do about Kappy. You’d managed to keep him occupied during the short ride to a small cove your family always went to. But he was constantly begging you to get into the water with him.

 If you were being honest, you wanted nothing more. But you knew that being that close to him wouldn’t help your situation. You were determined not to get hurt this time.  Even though you knew you would, no matter what you did.

 “What, you don’t feel like swimming with us?” Willy asked, getting a drink out of the cooler.

 “It’s not that, I just figured I’d let you guys do your thing,” You shrugged.

 “You’re just avoiding Kappy,” He corrected, “Because you’re trying not to start your season romance, right?”

 You pushed yourself up on your elbows, “Does everyone know that?”

 “Everyone but Kappy,” He confirmed, “The two of you are never very subtle. Plus, I saw the look you had when you picked the two of us up.”

 “She’s trying not to cave,” Steph added, “But she’s already failing miserably.”

 “Thank you for that, Stephanie,” You hissed.

 “Anytime,” She joked.

 “Swim with us? Please?” Willy almost begged.

 “Later,” You promised, “Besides, I want a tan before winter hits and I become as pale as Casper.”

 William laughed at you before jumping back into the water. Steph shook her head and rolled over. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the water, and the guys all yelling at each other. You’d almost forgotten how nice this was. They weren’t yet worried about everything that came with the hockey season, this was normally the last week where they could really just be guys.

 You were close to falling asleep, thanks to the sun warming you up just enough, when you heard someone climb back onto the boat. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, figuring one of the guys was just getting another drink. However, you quickly realized that wasn’t the case when someone somehow grabbed you and threw you over their shoulder.

 It didn’t take more than a second for you to realize that it was Kappy. You screamed and hit his back, trying to get him to put you down. But he just kept walking towards the back of the boat. You knew he was going to throw you into the water, which normally you would’ve been fine with, but you’d just gotten comfortable and getting in the cold water was not ideal.

 “Kasperi! Put me down!” You yelled.

 “Oh c’mon Kap!” One of the boys chirped.

 “I swear to god, Kasperi!”

 He laughed and shifted your weight before stopping on the edge of the boat. You knew you were going in one way or another, he wasn’t going to put you down, unless he was throwing you into the water.

 He started shifting again, which meant you were about to be thrown. You screamed and basically clawed his back when he finally tossed you. The water wasn’t as cold as you expected, but that didn’t mean you were happy with him.

 When you came back up to the surface, you pushed your hair out of your face and shot him a look. He was still on the boat, holding his stomach because he was laughing so hard. You wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

 “I hate you so much right now,” You told him.

 “Oh c’mon Y/N! Just wanted you to come swimming with us,” He explained.

 You were angry, you understood why he did it. But yet you were fuming. You couldn’t really explain why, but you were. You shook your head and swam away from the boat, but more importantly away from Kappy.

 He started to try and swim after you but the guys eventually got him to leave you alone. You managed to swim all the way back towards your dock, which wasn’t too far. You were used to swimming back from the middle of the lake.

 “Oh c’mon! Come back!” Kappy begged.

 “Fuck off!” You yelled, hoisting yourself onto the dock.

 You’d worry about the boat later. Willy and Kappy both knew how to drive it, even if you didn’t often let either of them do so. You stomped down the dock, well aware that you were throwing a temper tantrum. But you didn’t care, because now you were cold and wet.

 Everyone came back almost an hour later, but you were still locked in your room. It was definitely easier to avoid Kappy when you were mad at him. Eventually though, you knew you needed to leave and make sure everyone was taken care of. Even if you did want to pout in your room all day.

 You were gathering up the courage to go downstairs when your bedroom door slowly cracked open. You didn’t even have to guess who it was, there was only ever one person that came in without knocking.

 “Don’t throw anything at me,” Kappy begged, holding his hands up.

 “I won’t throw anything,” You promised, “But I’m still pissed off at you.”

 “I’m sorry,” He said honestly, “You used to love it when I did that.”

 You shook your head and sat down on your bed, “Kap.”

 He sat down on the other end of the bed, careful to give you space. You could tell by the way that he was looking at you, that he was unsure of what to do. You’d never really been mad at him. But the thing was, you weren’t even mad at him anymore, one look at him took care of that. Now, you just wanted to get out, because you weren’t sure if you could be this close to him and not touch him.

 “What’s wrong?” He asked you.

 He shifted so that he was just a little closer to you. But every inch felt like a thousand. He was too close and yet he was also too far away from you. You wanted to pull him to you just as much as you wanted to push him away from you.

 It was enough to make your head spin, because you knew that the feeling wouldn’t go away.

 “Nothing,” You mumbled.

 “Liar,” He had an annoying smirk, the same one he always got when he called you out.

 He scooted even closer. Now there was little space between the two of you. Your heart started beating a little faster. You tried to take a deep breath, but it was like he’d taken all of the air away.

 “We promised we wouldn’t do this Kap,” You said softly.

 He sighed and backed away from you before standing up, “I know.”

 He took a few steps away from the bed, towards the window. His entire mood changed, it seemed like he was trying to fight it just as much as you were, “You’re right,” He spoke again, “It’s unfair to you.”

 “Kappy-”

 “Um, Auston and Zach are making dinner,” He told you, “They wanted me to come get you. And Willy told me to stop being such a dumbass and come talk to you.”

 “Well, at least Willy’s right,” You attempted to joke, “You are a dumbass.”

 He looked back at you and smiled before laughing, “You think you’re funny, huh?”

 “Oh I know I am,” You replied, “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

 And just like that, the two of you were fine. Back to just being best friends for the moment at least. He still kept his distance, let you sit in between Auston and Willy. When all of you headed out to start another fire, he wasn’t going to force you to sit with him. In fact, it took a few drinks to finally convince him to finally sit with you.

 But other than his thigh touching yours, he didn’t touch you at all. You could tell he was trying to give you space. You almost wondered if both Steph and Willy talked to him, and told him to try and let you be.

 You both drank more than normally, although everyone did. Your brain was fuzzy. Fuzzy enough that you, somehow, moved closer to Kappy. His hand was resting on the inside of your thigh, squeezing it occasionally.

 Your body was slowly heating up. You weren’t sure if it was just because of how close he was, with hand on your bare thigh from where your shorts had ridden up. Or if it was because of the fire and the alcohol.

 It was strange, the way you’d ended up here. In some ways, you almost expected it. However, you never thought it would be just like this. You never pictured yourself off on a small vacation with some of the leafs, drinking out on the dock one minute, and stumbling into his bedroom for the weekend the next. 

 Your brain was still so fuzzy, but not because of the alcohol. You’d sobered up practically the second he kissed you. Your mind wanted to go back to when you were younger. To when you first met and how much you once hated each other.

 But, oh god, the way he was kissing you and touching you. Your whole body burned. His touch could be felt all over your body. This was so unlike the times you’d kissed him years prior. And unlike any time you’d kissed someone before. It seemed cheesy, but he knew you better than anyone else ever could. He seemed to know every inch of your body, finding the spots that drove you crazy way too quickly.

 The two of you stumbled back towards your bed. He somehow kicked your door shut behind the two of you. Your hands worked their way down his firm chest and towards the hem of his shirt. He pulled back just long enough to get his shirt off, just as you did the same. You were both panting and gasping for air.

 You could feel the question lingering between the both of you. He knew, just as well as you did, that if the two of you kept on this path, nothing would be the same for the two of you. You’d be crossing a line that you’d drawn when you were teenagers.

 His hands were on your hips, his eyes not daring to leave your own. You could stop now, and pray that come morning the two of you could find a way to go back to normal. But you didn’t want that. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t want to stop either. But he was waiting for you to make that move.

 You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down again. He groaned, pulling you close to him again. You tried not to think about how he’d changed since you’d last been in this situation with him. He was so much more muscular, and a hell of a lot more confidant in what he was doing now. He wasn’t stopping and asking if it was okay every few minutes. He wasn’t unsure of what to do and when.

 He reached around to unclasp your bra, quickly pulling it away from your body. You couldn’t help but moan as his hands gripped your breasts. Your hands fumbled with his pants. You couldn’t undo the buttons fast enough. You needed more, you needed to feel more.

 Finally his hands covered yours and he carefully pushed them away before finally getting his pants off. You quickly struggled to get yours off. His hands were back on your body, continuing to explore more and more of your bare skin. There was no doubt about it, he did know what he was doing this time.

 You almost wanted to laugh as you thought about your first time together, which happened to be both of your first times with anyone. That whole thing had only happened because you were both tired of being virgins, and decided to just get it over with. You both figured it was better to do it with someone you knew and trusted.

 Funny how even after you vowed you’d never touch each other like that again, you were here all these years later. You’d both changed in so many ways. In ways that neither of you had yet to discover, but you were also the same. The two of you seemed to fall right back into a rhythm that was set years and years ago. It didn’t matter how hard either of you tried to fight it, you were like magnets, you always found your way back.

 “Fuck,” You gripped his arm as his hand slid under your underwear.

 He laughed lowly before beginning to kiss your neck. You were trying to process everything. You and Kappy had never really gone this far, one of you normally wised up before this point, or were too drunk to really remember specifics, and both chose not to talk about it after the next morning. However, it seemed that neither of you were planning on stopping the other anytime soon.

 “You want this right?” He suddenly questioned, pulling back slightly, removing his hand.

 You spun around to face him. There was a little bit of worry, almost like he thought you’d say no. So instead, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. It seemed to answer his question because he didn’t stop again.

 You broke away and pulled your shirt off, before unclasping your bra and tossing that to the floor. Kappy sucked in a breath before pulling his shirt over his head. You ran your hands over his chest, taking in the full feeling of it.

 He slowly backed you towards the bed, his hands reaching for your shorts. You tried to calm yourself down. You’d never slept with Kappy before, and you knew that this was completely destroying the boundaries you’d set.

 “I really need you to fuck me,” You said breathlessly, “Like right now Kasperi.”

 He stumbled forward, “Yeah-okay.”

 You tugged your pants down. He quickly tried to unbutton his and tug them down. You paused for a second, before slowly tugging down your panties. You didn’t have time to blink before he was on you.

 Your lips crashed together as you fought to get as close to each to each to each other as you could. You tried to pull his hips closer to yours. You needed to feel him, needed to feel more of him. Neither one of you seemed to want to take time to really process what was happening. All of this just felt natural. You didn’t miss a beat. You both somehow already knr each toher’s bodies. There was no guess work.

 “Kappy,” Whined as you bucked your hips.

 “I know, fuck,” He groaned, “Condom, we need a condom.”

 “I’m on the pill,” You rushed to say.

 He pulled away long enough to shed his boxers before climbing back on top of you. He kissed you slowly, like he’d lost the sense of urgency.  You had the feeling that he’d take all night just kissing you. However, you weren’t keen on the idea. It took all of your strength to flip him over, but you managed it. His eyes darkened. He liked the idea of you being on top. And you liked the idea of being able to control this.

 You didn’t waste any time lining him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him. You fought to breathe. He felt different that you’d drunkenly remembered. His cock was bigger than you’d thought, stretching you almost to the point of pain.

 You dropped your head as you let out a loud moan. You couldn’t even think about the fact that someone might’ve come back into the house, and might be able to hear you. Nor did you really care. They should’ve been able to guess why both you and Kappy were leaving so quickly.

 “Fuck,” Your voice was high pitched and breathless. Your hips started to slowly on their own accord. You barely had any control over yourself. You were already lost in the feeling of his cock.

 Kappy sat up and pulled you to him, putting his hands on your hips to try and guide you. You grabbed fistfuls of his hair, whining when he bucked his hips just enough for his cock to thrust deeper.

 His lips were on your neck and then back on your mouth, “You gotta try and be quiet,” He grunted, “Woudn’t them to hear you.”

 You almost screamed when he bucked his hips again, you would’ve had his mouth not been on yours. You were already starting to lose it. But you still needed more. Your body craved it. You tried to move your hips faster, but you couldn’t go as fast or hard as you wanted. You could tell by the way that his body was tensing that he was trying to hold back for your sake.

 “Kap,” You forced out, “Please.”

 “What do you want darling? Hmm? What do you want me to do,” His lips now dragging across your shoulder.

 “I want you to fuck me,” You begged, “Please Kasperi, please fuck me.”

 You could feel him smirk against your shoulder before he flipped you over. His thrusts were fast and almost painful as his hips snapped against yours. But the pain mixed in with the pleasure and it was hard to tell which was which.

 “Oh god,” You almost screamed as he slammed into you even harder.

 Your pussy clenched, drawing a long low moan from Kappy. You decided that you’d die for that sound. His thrusts started to get sloppier, yet somehow even faster.

 “You gonna cum?” He questioned erratically, “Huh? You gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Kasp-”

 You couldn’t finish before he reached down and started rubbing your clit. You couldn’t hold anything back even if you wanted to. It was like you’d exploded, every single bit of pent up energy was let go in that moment.

 You saw white, but you were very aware of the feeling of his cock twitching as he came, and how his teeth sunk into your shoulder as he tried not to be too loud either. You weren’t entirely sure how long either of you stayed like that, in an utterly blissed out stage. But eventually he pulled out, causing you to whine and grab his arm in an attempt to keep him close.

 You didn’t have the energy to do anything else. All you could do was lie there, eyes closed, and listen to the sound of him breathing next to you. The bed shifted when he got up, causing you to whine again do to the fact that you were cold without his body heat.

 You heard him laugh before sitting on your side of his bed, “Sit up for a second.”

 “Too tired,” You mumbled, peeling your eyes open just enough to look at him.

 He smiled softly down at you before slipping his arm under you to lift you back into a sitting position. He then carefully put, what you were assuming was one of his shirts, on you before laying you back down.  

 He carefully climbed over you and pulled the covers over both of you, before pulling you to him. You used the last bit of energy you had to roll over so you could burry your head in the crook of his neck. Never mind the fact that you both needed a shower now, you were just content being close with him.

 Even if it meant everything would be different in the morning.

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The Supernatural Gospel

Chapter (12) 11- Home

Dean wasn't going to wait around for Sam to perhaps pick up the phone and give him an explanation, he instead left the payphone dangling from its cord and dashed to the nearest car in his sights. They'd been exploring this town relentlessly for Dad, he'd be able to drive to that bridge in his sleep by now, and it had to be in close proximity to the ghosts house.

In the precious time it took to break open the car's starter and get the thing rolling, he'd already mapped out in his head the available turn offs they'd driven past in their days here and mentally categorizing the ones with obvious signs of home life. Dug in tire treads on the third one, a freshly painted mailbox on the last, and cows in a field on the first one, that only left one unaccounted for, and it had to be it.

Now the only question was getting there in time.

"Take me home!" It's as if she knew exactly what he'd been on his way to do. There was no sultry seductress act in store for him, but a demonic demand from this ghost.

"No." Sam had no delusions that telling the ghost this would actually stop her, but delaying her while his mind scramble for some new plan, solo, was his only hope right now. Dean, he knew, was too far away to rely on.

Considering previous experience, he wished he'd had the forethought to turn the car off at least instead of letting it idle.

Constance glares and the doors lock themselves. Sam struggles to reopen them. The gas pedal pressed down and the car began to drive itself. Sam tries to steer, but Constance is doing that too. Sam continues to try to get the door open. In the back seat, she flickers. It would do no good to try and break the car from the inside, via window or the steering column, she'd either kill him now instead or mortally attack him and finish the job when they got there while he bled out.

The car pulls up in front of Constance's house and stops. The engine shuts off and so do the lights.

"Don't do this." Sam has a pretty good idea of what's coming, but the rock salt rounds waiting in the loaded trunk weren't going to fly to his hand, nor was she going to let him get back there to them. There was no iron in hand, and he was at her mercy.

She flickers again, her voice a sad echo once more of true emotion. "I can never go home."

"You're scared to go home?" An idea begins to form, the words playing in his head like they did on that tape recorder Dean had showed him what already felt like weeks ago instead of days. except this time he didn't let them linger in his head regarding himself.

Sam looks back and Constance isn't there. He glances over and sees her in the shotgun seat. She climbs into his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard enough to recline it. Sam struggles in vain to get her off, his hands quickly numbing over, his efforts in vain as it was like pushing through quicksand. The beginnings and ends to a ghost were not tied to their physical form anymore. What held him now was only how she still saw herself in death.

"Hold me. I'm so cold." There's the seductiveness to her voice Sam had been expecting, she even began a kind of grinding motion on him, but he was now repressing shivers of revulsion more than cold as he spat back.

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!"

"You will be," she promises. Her lips seize his like a frozen pole sealing itself to his tongue, no matter how Sam's blood boils to push her away. It's no good, the moral quandaries aside of this being a technicality as she was kissing him and he had no want to it, clearly the ghost wasn't going to sit around and listen to that though, and his grasping hand reaching for the keys is his only hope. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. Sam looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to the ghosts fingers: she flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest, the skeletal visage of her true self the only thing he sees.

A gunshot goes off, shattering the window and startling Constance away. Dean approaches, still firing at her. She glares at him and vanishes, then reappears the silver bullets having no effect but annoying her, and Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car.

"I'm taking you home."

Sam drives forward. Dean has no time to react as Sam smashes through the side of the house. Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car, tossing the useless gun to get both hands through the door to his brother.

"Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think..." Sam's chest is still rattling, ribs, lungs, and heart trickling back to life where her fingers ghostly grasp was holding them no more.

"Can you move?" Dean can't get the door open, and if it were any other car he'd be fantasizing about the jaws of life right now.

"Yeah. Help me?"

Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand.

Constance picks up a large framed photograph, a long lost part of her seeing the image of a lovely woman with two children, of her old life.

Dean helps Sam out of the car patiently, the two of them together had finally gotten the door open, big brother monitoring closely to see how much damage she'd done while Sam's still looking a little pale around the edges. "There you go."

Sam closes the car door behind him, already trying to pull away from Dean and straighten up. They look around and see her just as she looks up, glaring, and throws the picture down. A bureau slams towards them, pinning them against the car, the holes in Sam's shirt still frigid around the edges a promise of what's more to come.

Then the lights begin to flicker, but her eyes follow them same as the boys, as water begins flooding down the stairs. There's a hallowed look in her face now as she turns towards the stairs, where the visage of a boy and girl stand, holding hands.

They speak in tandem. "You've come home to us, Mommy."

She does not speak, but the regret on her face is enough. Suddenly they are behind her; they embrace her tightly and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still screaming, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle in the floor. Sam and Dean shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where they vanished.

A puddle of water is all that's left.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean easily put together.

Sam nods. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot," Dean congratulated on the quick thinking, "nice work, Sammy." He slaps Sam on the chest where he's been injured and walks away. Sam laughs through the pain.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey. Saved your ass," Dean says without remorse, until he suddenly remembers what had been in between the ghost and the bullets.

Dean leans over to look at the car.

"I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car-" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you."

Sam laughs, still massaging his chest, though the cold had already faded.

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Works in Progress

This is very long so it’s all under a cut, there are several original fiction stories and a couple fanfiction. I’m trying to decide what to write next so I finally made decent descriptions instead of trying to verbally explain them to people. I might be able to write but I can’t talk in a coherent, linear, concise way to save my life.

Opinions on what to work on next are greatly appreciated. 

Original Fiction

     AER 9833(AER): A sort of Dystopian Future. A.E.R. were created as tools. Toys for the rich and powerful. AER are beautiful, elegant, and capable of tapping in to the background radiation of the universe to preform amazing feats. After an AER goes rouge they are determined to be sentient and therefore responsible for their own actions. Suddenly no one feels safe having these Artificially Intelligent beings around and so they are placed in The City, where a special device suppresses their power. Some time later the world is beset by an unknown force that destroys most life leaving the remnants to flounder. Humans begin to seek shelter in The City, which survived the Apocalypse. Things get complected with AER and humans living side by side. One AER breaks the field that suppresses their power and starts a chain of events that lead to a startling truth: we are not alone. This story has a mad max/cloud atlas thing going on. A hyper futuristic society falls to an outside attack that destroys most of the world, leaving wastelands interspersed with pockets where nature has reclaimed the last vestiges of civilization. A few scattered cities survive and humans struggle for security. In this bleak landscape a single AER possesses the power to save the world from a horrific fate, but the cost might be more than they can pay.

     Beyond the Stars(BTS): Sci-fi/Fantasy epic. In a distant future humans and Martic share a world cut off from both civilizations. What began as a short lived and devastating war between the two has settled into a strange and unbalanced power dynamic. The Martic king rules with a pleasant public facade that hides a dark and devious plot. Soon he will have the power to contact his home world and take the humans as slaves into their great empire. But not everyone is fooled, the Maquiya, a group of guerrilla resistance fighters, know the truth. The story follows the members of this resistance movement and other key players as the fight to save this small pocket of humanity from a terrible fate draws to a startling close. Prophetic dreams, confusing nightmares, double agents, and a century old secret come to light. And there is more than the fate of this world in the balance.

     Descendant Effect(DE): Magical Realism. Davin Khaye and his husband Eric Douglas just adopted a baby girl with a mysterious past. They thought they were leaving that whole occult investigation thing behind when they settled on Staten Island but when and old flame develops a magical illness Davin and Eric find themselves, and their new friends, pulled into a fight for the fate of the world.           Descendant Effect Book One: Sins of the Father, Complete (Looking for Beta and Sensitivity Readers and Editors) Davin, a magical historical fiction writer and former occult investigator,  gets a call from his first boyfriend’s sister saying that Gary is deathly ill. When Davin visits out of sympathy for Sarah he discovers that not all is what it seems. A virulent Wrong Magic has infected Gary and it’s contagious. Davin gathers his Chemist husband, the newly minted Descendant, Kaila, and the not JUST a vampire Jeb, along with Davin’s own personal guardian demon to unravel the mystery. Things get ever more complicated with mysterious Hunter Rex, Angels, demons, and Rex’s erstwhile sorcerer adviser Ambrose getting involved. By the end there are more questions than answers and long road to travel before Davin can finally let go of his terrible past.

     Dirty Deeds(DD): Magical Realism. Lady Luck gifted Clay with Power, now he’s fallen out of favor. Can a Demon with a moral compass guide him back into the limelight or will Clay be forced to watch as tragedy dogs his every step. When a goddess tells you to use your probability power for the good of mankind, taking a trip to Vegas is probably the last thing you should do. Clay learns that the hard way when he ignores his duties and a favorite of the Lady dies in a tragic accident. Lady Luck is no mans fool and she curses Clay to a terrible fate. With his powers severely effected he must still try to help, try being the operative word. After Clay is connected to a series of terrible deaths the FBI steps in. The lead detective is more than she seems and when she figures out clay’s secret she has to make a choice, her career or the man she’s starting to fall in love with. Considering her kind aren’t supposed to be able to fall in love it’s not that hard a choice. But Clay doesn’t seem to feel the same, until he does, and the curse is completed, leaving Clay in a sorry state. Kaezon won’t give up easily though and fights to make sure Clay comes back, but Clay isn’t so sure that’s a good idea. (some inspiration for this came from American Gods by Neil Gaiman)

     Nowhere Places(NP): Sci-fi/ Fantasy, Magical Realism. The history of Earth is secretly intertwined with an alien war thousands of years in the making, and so is it’s fate. To save his people the King of the Fay brought them to earth 15,000 years ago, but something went wrong. From a base on the moon the king directs a war in The Nowhere Places, overlaps in this dimension and another barren dimension. The Fay and the Phaedron have been at war for fifteen centuries and the people have had enough. Two of the Fay princes hatch separate rebellions while a Phaedron warrior, having crashed his vessel near a human school, discovers that humans aren’t the stupid cattle he’d always been told they were. Things take a dramatic turn when an archaeologist finds a massive structure several hundred feet below the exactly center of the Sahara desert and learns that this war, which threatens to take the earth out any time now, was never meant to happen because the Fay king… has been in suspended animation in the Cityship for 15 thousand years. This is one of the least fleshed out stories I currently have. Several scenes popped in my head that inspired the story and they almost all look like anime/mange scenes, the one where the archaeologist discovers the king reminds me of the scene where Integra discovers Alucard in Van Hellsing for instance.

     Prince of Darkness(PoD): Superhero, Magical Realism. Jamie was five when she first met the mysterious white haired boy. He didn’t have a name but Jamie could tell he was smart and creative so she called him Donny after her favorite ninja turtle. When she’s 32  her best friend Donny and his ‘boys’ Raziel and Gadreel are back after a ten year absence. Things are going great for the up and coming journalist and then she hits the big time, the very first real life superhero! Henry, her detective little brother, isn’t so thrilled and Donny and the boys seem strangely reluctant to talk about The Prince of Darkness. Soon things start getting even stranger when three people with white hair begin to try to capture The Prince. Tensions run high and weird people keep popping up at Donny’s lounge club. As Jamie searches for answers Donny searches for a connection. Lost and isolated from his ‘true’ family he begins to forge a new one through his Club, The Nine Circles. But the sort of people that hang out in Hell bring their own kinds of trouble. As Donny’s checkered past starts to come to light, the mysterious man finds that his heart wants more than it can have. Starting a relationship with his sister’s best friend was never Henry’s plan, especially since he knows they both love each other, but when Jamie rejects Donny’s advances what’s a guy supposed to do? Comforting his friend leads to something more but the more that Henry gets to know Donny the more concerned his is that he’s sleeping with the ‘enemy.’             PoD: Raising Cain: The story of Cain. Yes, that Cain. After an accident leads to a terrible curse Cain walks the earth searching for meaning. When he learns of ‘Lucifer’s’ fall and those that walk the earth destroying in his name, Cain finds his purpose, because he knows something is wrong. Hêlêl was the kindest of all angels and he would never have turned on the others. But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Cain finds that much of the time his attempts to help only cause more problems. After thousands of years traveling the world Cain encounters a spirited young man who calls him Red and falls in love, then one day, he vanishes. It’s the beginning of the end for Cain’s optimism and he spirals into a place so dark he thinks even his long lost friend would forsake him, but he can’t manage to care. Then Cyd and Nancy come along and drag the grouchy old man out of the depths of his despair. And just in time to find that maybe some friends aren’t as lost as previously thought.          PoD: Cyd's Story. Cyd grew up in the sixties. His little hometown was the picture of middle America. On the outside at least. In truth the town is made up of Hunter’s and their families. People who have dedicated their lives to taking out every last Tecum on earth. Unfortunately for Cyd, his mother had tried to get out of the lifestyle and ended up returning home a single mother. Most of the town whispered that she had fallen in with a ‘bad crowd’ and believed Cyd was a Tecum half breed. Only respect for his mother’s family kept them from doing anything, until it didn’t anymore. After ‘The Incident’ Cyd withdrew ever further from those around him and when his mother died when he was 17 he fled the town and never looked back, until Red and Nancy insist on following a Tecum on the run from Red’s brand of justice straight back to the town.                                       PoD: Saints and Sinners: The story of Casper and friends. Casper has never been one to run from his problems so when his team goes missing on a mission he doesn’t hesitate to comply with their captor’s demand. Of course it helps that he knows the guy. Really really well. After liberating his friends from his long time antagonist Ray, Cas find that, this time, he can’t seem to get rid of the man. That’s OK though, because he’s ready to mend the rift between them. Shadow isn’t happy about sharing his closest friend but when a supernatural threat looms they are happy to have an angel on their side. (this is like leverage if it was set in a world were the supernatural exists)                                                       PoD: Charlemagne Song: The story of Charlemagne. When she was in high school, Elle went by Elliot, and had a best friend named Jessica. Back then Elle was head over heels for the tiny blond girl but that was years ago. After a chance encounter with the famous musician Charlemagne Song leaves Elle single and depressed she discoverers that Jess might still be her best friend even though they haven’t talked in years. Suddenly Elle finds herself in a world of pure imagination as she navigates life with one of the most famous musicians of the day, who just happens to be half angel.                                                               PoD: R.E.D.: Story about a band, few details but some characters and lots of song titles and album titles, two of the band members are part of Donny’s ‘family’

     Sad Story(SS): Lucifer’s punishment wasn’t just banishment and when Michael finds out, all Hell breaks loose. Michael wants to let his brother live out his last days on earth instead of locked in a dark cage so he kidnaps him and with lawyer-angel Raziel and his twin brother Gadreel, find a place to hide the erstwhile devil. But Michael’s absence from heaven does not go unnoticed and while the other angels search for him strange murders have been happening in the city. The few witnesses give a description that strangely matches Michael. Can he prove he didn’t do it, or will he be parted from Lucifer before the Brightest of god’s angels fades away completely. (some cross over potential, very sad but with a happy ending cause I like that)

     Sonnets(Son): Inspired by ‘The Good Place.’ Lucifer misses heaven so he tries to recreate it, but to recreate perfection you have to recreate imperfection. (minimal work, the newest of things that have popped into my head)

     Twilight on the Moon(TotM): A Space Epic. Originally conceived of as a graphic novel, this story follows the exploits of the first human intergalactic journey. Humans reach a point in their development where they attract attention from the Galactic Coalition, a group comprised of advanced races from throughout the universe. These races band together to form a peace keeping force and have strict rules and regulations that they expect all members to adhere to, and if a race refuses to follow the guidelines then they are banned from involvement in the larger community of space faring civilizations. Of course, humans, being humans, don’t much care for the Coalition’s ultimatum. A stealth ship arrives on earth and informs the governing bodies that the Coalition isn’t the only group out there and that humanity can find out how other races live by constructing a ship, from plans provided by the individual in the stealth ship, that can travel to all non member systems and pick up ambassadors to have a conference on what humanity should do. The ship they construct is christened La Luna as it was made on a moon base. The captain of the ship is a short delicate looking man by the name of Rane Laforge. He hand picks a complement of characters for the mission that include his ex-girlfriend, Dr. Sandra Fisk as his CMO, Lt. Cmdr. Lars Tavic, Security Chief Anton Talon, Specialist Translator Rendell Hartford, and many others. They pick up several ambassadors including the accidentally acquired Ares LacTon of the La Mer Ray, who falls in love with Lars. It quickly becomes clear that the mission is going to be stranger than expected when we discover that very few of the people on board are actually human! (a sort of comedy of errors in space with the occasional serious moment, the world this is set in is my most elaborate and most complete but the story itself has no coherence yet. There is significant possibility that it will cross over with BTS as two-three of the characters from that likely served aboard La Luna at some point.)

     Unnamed Prince and Regent Story(PR): Fantasy. A princess gets kidnapped but it’s not what you think! She escapes her captors and flees on foot. She stumbles across a caravan and is taken under the wing of their guard who helps her disguise herself as a man. On the trip back to her home she realizes that she’s never been happier and that she is actually a he and he has fallen in love with the guard who seems to feel the same. After getting back to his home however, his love mysteriously vanishes. The now Prince throws the kingdom into chaos and becomes despondent. Spiraling into a drunken haze until a visiting royal entourage brings an unexpected guest and a wild revelation.(another where I have a fairly thought out world but only a sketch of the plot)

FanFiction

     Sherlock Fan Fiction(Sher): A Ghost From the Past. Someone from Sherlock's past shows up and John finds out how little he truly knows of his best friend. Basically Sherlock’s best friend from childhood shows up and it turns out that she was more than a friend and part of the reason Mycroft and Sherlock don’t get along is that Mycroft had asked her to marry him and she had said yes and Sherlock believed(for actual reasons) that Mycroft purposely stole her from him. That’s only the first big revaluation about Sherlock.

     Strange Sounds Supernatural Fan Fiction(SSFF): A Ghost From the Future. The boys are transported to the future where the supernatural is no longer hidden and some major event created a post apocalyptic fallout, but this time it was humans who did it. The result is that massive creatures are roaming the planet destroying any pockets of civilization they can find. Thanks to a few not so dead and reformed archangels there is a part of the US that’s a ‘safe’ zone. When Past Sam and Dean show up around the time that safe zone begins to come under attack both versions of the boys and the future archangels join forces with Occultist John Constantine, Alien Technology Specialist Mickey Smith and his wife Dr. Martha Smith, and the secret organization known as Torchwood as they travel the world looking for clues to put this new threat to rest at last. Features several original characters and many crossover characters from similar worlds with cameo appearances by characters like Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens. (Only about Half plotted but the most written of any FanFiction I have so far.)

     Supernatural/Batman Beyond Fusion(SPN/BB): This plot bunny may not make it, basically just replacing the cast of Batman Beyond with the cast of Supernatural but tweaking the plot for supernatural stuff.

     Ultimate CrossOver Fic(C/O): This fic started out in my head with a few comic panels showing Jack Harness falling comet style out of the sky over the impala. The boys investigate and find a very naked Jack in the crater. He of course starts flirting. At the same time that that is happening, the TARDIS bumps into the hull of the USS Enterprise, manifests on a landing deck, and then they both get sucked into some kind of time distortion. Meanwhile, Gabriel, trapped in a spell that Metatron set up to siphon his power to keep the wards on heaven set, uses the last of his strength to send a dream message to Sam. This story would include Supernatural, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Good Omens, Marvel, Pushing Daises, and basically anything else I can find a way to add and every conceivable mlm ship. (I can’t write sex that involves women because of dysphoria but feel free to believe those ships happen too)

#original fiction #wip #fanfiction #want to write all of this eventually

[namjoonchronicles]

whisper | sj

♂ pairing: seokjin x you ♂ genre: horror, seokjin is a ghost, 1930s merge current year ♂ summary: i just wrote seokjin as a cute ghost, think casper. and he falls in love with a human lmao

Being a ghost can be very boring.

Everyday, same routine. Stuck in a loop, forever roaming the same area, not being able to evolve like all the humans that lived here before. Seokjin lays down on the floor, eyes boring into the moldy ceiling of a bungalow.

The chandelier hanging low suddenly snaps and fall, through him. It dug the wooden floor where Seokjin is and all he did is breathed in, and sighed heavily. He sat up.

The house is getting boring. The family that lived here before ran away the first night they came. Seokjin thought that if he made tea and served them some biscuits, they’d befriend him.

He didn’t think that a floating tray would scare the shit out of them. He just wanted to make friends.

That was at least five or four years ago. He hadn’t kept track of time since it’s always the same year for him. He knows he can’t leave this time loop anytime soon, and he had given up all hope there is. He stared out the dusty window overlooking the front of the house, meekly. The post box was the farthest he could go to.

“It looks like it’s going to rain soon.” He whispered to himself, lips pouting. He remembered that when he blew air out, fogs will come, and he could draw on them. He beams at the idea. But when he blew them, nothing happened. “Oh right. I’m not a human anymore. Well this sucks.” Seokjin dropped his shoulder and walked away from the window.

The curtain flaps a little as he turned away. He climbed up the stairwell, his hand looked like they were grasping the handrail when it actually floats on them. Seokjin lonely steps is followed by nothing else. He is alone in this house with four bedrooms, one main, three toilets, an attic and a large kitchen.

A Europian style bungalow abandoned in the outskirts of the city called Gwacheon, a ghost that haunts anyone who lived there without the means to, a story that took a major turn when the rain starts to fall heavily. “Is that...” Seokjin tilts his head to one side while laying on his bed, “The sound of footsteps?”

Brushing the rain off of your shoulder and thighs, you cursed, “Aish.... why must it rain today of all days.” You squinted your eyes at the bicycle you left laying by the stairs to the old bungalow. Taking out a small handkerchief, a piece of folded paper fell out along with it. Thankfully, being sheltered by the balcony of this bungalow, the address on the paper is not smeared.

Your bicycle however, didn’t have much luck. The rain came so suddenly, you had to abandoned right there. Putting on your hoodie to cover your head, you see the chains are out of its gears, and it’s going to take time to fix this. It’s getting dark pretty soon.

Seokjin jolted on his bed when he heard the second groan. Then he appeared on the first floor, and stood by the window next to the main door and saw you.. He smiled brightly, “FRIEND!” He exclaimed and you turned around. Smoothing the folded paper, you saw the number to the house was as written.

This paper you got, with the address is from a troubled property manager. He claimed he couldn’t enter the house without experiencing weird whisperings in his ear. He doesn’t know what’s being said so he asked for your help since you claimed to have a supernatural abilities.

You don’t.

You just need quick money. All that you are is a great mentalist. You know how to read gestures and use it to gain profit. This had nothing to do with supernatural gifts. It was a hallucination. Once it all cleared out and you assured that its nothing to be concerned of, you will ask the same property manager for that house by Jeju island that you had been eyeing for awhile.

One thing, for another.

You don’t enjoy scamming people, but with no vacancy to use your diplomas on, you had to do all you can to make some. You had a housemaid service before. But you had to shut it down because you accidentally throw a colored fabric into a white only washing machine.

Tried fast food restaurant, wasn’t quick enough to process orders.

Tried Uber driving, isn’t equipped with the patience of being a driver in peak hours. Once swore in front of a four year old and wasn’t paid. This was the only thing you’re good at. Scamming.

You tried to shrug off the cold but your dampened socks are freezing your skin. You looked behind to see the white curtain moved.

From the inside, Seokjin mumbled to himself, wide-eyed, “She. Heard me.” Then the main door clicked. The lock is there so he watched it rattle on it own as you tried to open the door. Seokjin squinted at the lock and tried to unlock them. But his fingers went through the solid.

He gave up. But you didn’t.

With a hair pin in your purse, you picked the lock and it rotated open. The door creaked open. Thunder and lightning followed. The whole house is dark with no lights. Seokjin mouthed to his side, “Awe. Some.” You sighed loudly as you walked in.

“A human in 17 years oh wow...” Seokjin thought. “Where is the light switch in this place.” You asked, using your phone’s light to ensure you don’t knock anything over. Seokjin hurried to the wall next to the main door where you were not aware of. “Here.” Seokjin pointed out and you dropped to the floor in surprised when you saw a man, in white Victorian cloth and brown trousers.

“Oh no, here comes the scream.” Seokjin palmed his face and peeped at you through the open gaps in his fingers. The shrilling cry came, as Seokjin predicted.

“I was only telling her where the light switches are... way to go.

Approach her in the most gentleman way. Well, guess what Einstein, no one really greets a ghost with a: ‘Hi, hello. How do you do today?’ Oh. I don’t know, because I’m dead. How’s life?...” Seokjin blabbered to a shell shocked you, pacing left to right while you rest on your elbow, watching him.

“Most people would run out the main door by now, why are you still here?” He asked, his pinkish brown comma hair touched the tip of his eyebrow, eyes boring into you, gentle. You blacked out.

Seokjin straightens up, raised his hand up and down again, like, really?

The gentlement in him wanted to pick you up from the floor, set you in bed and turn on the heater. But the ghost in him fears that you’d freak out. So he sat by you, hugging his knees until you wake up, which was awhile. He straightens his legs, lay down, sat up, sing and hummed, lay on his stomach, propped an elbow while tracing your nose with his ghostly finger, did a roleplay dialogue with your motionless body before deciding that it was rude to possess a lady—and finally, just watch you.

It started with a blurry vision. You remembered what happened but you were cautious. You jolted up, seated. You ran to the switch and lit the house. The bulb flickered at first but eventually stabilize. “Mr. Ghost?” You called, probably half crazy by now, but you got nothing to lose to try and test your theory.

“I heard you... taunted many humans, even the property manager... I.” You proceed to tiptoed your way to the living room where all the furnitures are covered with white cloth. Pictures on the walls are too. “I am...Talking to a fucking ghost... was he really as handsome as I remembered him to be?” You started talking to yourself.

Pinkish brown comma hair, big eyes, lushious lips, tall nose, incredible jaw line, wide set of shoulders and perfect ears.

“Did I just imagined a future husband? Nah. My brain is too clouded to have that kind of flawless creativity. That kind of human doesn’t exist. Let alone a ghost.” You scoffed and heard someone cleared their throat. “Please don’t get scared. I’m not going to hurt anyone. I just want to talk...” he said. The tone is so kind.

Is that a Gwacheon dialect? Something about it sounded very aristocratic. Maybe he’s one of the rich family who lived here. Got money?

“Hello. Hi? I’m sorry I barged in. I was. It’s raining.” Your voice echoed. He was about to step out but only after he warned you. He doesn’t want you to be surprised. So you told him your name and he bowed, shyly, “Kim. Seokjin.” He bit his lip and straightened his back and it was then, your imaginations became vivid.

Seokjin is breathtakingly beautiful. Too beautiful.

“Wow. How can you be so. Handsome?” You approached him.

“It runs in the family?” He sounded unsure but it sounded like a plausible answer.

“Good Lord, do you have a descendant or something...how to get your genes. So tall...” you circled around him. “Excuse me?” He asked.

“I never thought I’d stoop so low and flirt with a ghost but here we are...” you shook your head and smiled thinly. “No descendants because I never marry...” Seokjin explained with a little shrug, a tug on his lower lip and you darted, “Oh my goodness, why.” Sounded a little angry.

“Because I couldn’t?” “Why don’t you cross-over?” “Because I can’t find this path people were talking about.”

Cricket sounds. You blinked at him. He blinks back.

“Do you need a GPS? Waze? Google Map?” You listed. “What is that.” Seokjin asked.

“I’m. Stuck here. In this time loop. Modernization takes in but I remain the same.” Seokjin sat next to you hugging his knee and you do the same, watching the fireplace that you helped him lit. “Any ideas on what’s keeping you here?” You rested your chin on your knee, studying his face.

He shakes his head and dropped his gaze to his toe.

“Do you remember how you...passed?” Again, shook his head.

“OKAY!” You stood up abruptly, “We are going to find out how you died and we will start with your family,” you mindlessly reach your hands out for him to take and he hesitantly did so. To his surprise, his hand did felt yours.

Kim Seokjin is the youngest of two, first born being an older brother and mom and dad. The family portrait that hung above the fireplace is uncovered and you saw it to be grimly lit. Probably taken by a camera that explodes. You know, the old kind?

And even in that blurry ass, old picture, Seokjin was absolutely beautiful. Still is. Considering he hasn’t passed. You almost asked him if he would marry you. Before shaking your head to the impossible wish. “Do you remember flashes of your past?”

Walking around the house makes it easier to imagined and relived the house at its peak. Obviously, it belonged to a wealthy family. The portrait itself was screaming money. His father wore something like a royal suit and his mother a gorgeous Hanbok; Korean traditional wear. His brother had wing on his bennet, suggests that he might have been a pilot or something like that.

Seokjin was probably studying in college. And it looked like he died during that age. It was unfortunate.

Walking up the stairs while he tailed you like a loyal puppy, you stopped and turned to him mid way. He looked surprised but innocently, and brightly smiled. “...Do you have bullet wounds? Scars? Bloody spots? Turn around.” You told him and he did. No apparent bruises. No wounds. Marks.

“Can you. Open your.” His hand flew to the buttons and stripped. Fucking hell, broad shoulders. “No marks. No wounds. Or scars. You have great shoulders.” You commented and continued upstairs. Seokjin put his white long sleeves back on and followed you. “This is a very pleasant hou—“ you feet dug a hole in one of the frail stairs and Seokjin tries to grab you.

His hand went through.

And thankfully, the base wood, making up the stairs was still strong, so you only had your feet dug inside. Blood, from the scrape the pointy broken wood made. “I should have warned you that this house is falling apart; the longer it stands.” Seokjin forgots that he is weightless, so he doesn’t break stairs he floated on.

“Oh well.” You shrugged and giggled while you helped yourself up. “Please be mindful of where you step. You’re the only human in here. If anything happens to you...” he lets his sentence hang.

“Then we both can be ghosts and haunt people down.” You chirped and smiled widely. For a second there, Seokjin thought it was a good idea. But he still had morals left. “You should marry your lover first.” He pursed his lips.

“Oh wow, I’m so single you have no idea...” you walked into one of the room with the door closed. “A wholesome girl like you? No lover? I find that very hard to believ—“ Seokjin’s voice dimmed and the view of the room you entered changed to a lively one.

It’s like it came back to relived its glorious moments. It was Seokjin’s room. Seokjin wasn’t there but you felt it. It was definitely Seokjin’s room. It’s like you time travelled to the past, and you were there when Seokjin was alive. It looked familiar. These flashes.

The hourglass. The white linen. A violet morning glory in a small transparent glass. You heard giggles. Turning around to where Seokjin’s ghost was supposed to be, turned into a helper who is setting a tray by the bed.

A breakfast.

The helper left after placing that breakfast for two and the door to the bathroom opened when the wind from the window blew lightly. Seokjin had a towel around his waist and giggling, to a lady in her towels as well. They were obviously lovers. She had her back to the door so you couldn’t see her face.

Seokjin squinted at the door opening so he went to close it.

A helper came in again. This time she’s young. Not the same helper who brought in the tray. She took out a small packet of white powder and poured to one of the cup. Next to the plate that has potato. Then she rushes to the hourglass and turned the fuller side, up. The sand falls, indicating: It has begun.

The helper leaves. You murmured, “No.” Realizing what she had done.

Seokjin—still a living human now, came out of the bathroom first. He took a piece of potato and gobbled one down. Then he reaches for the cup without the powder. You sighed, gratefully.

“This doesn’t explain it.” You scowled in confusion. One blink, and everything returned to normal. Well, normal... if you count Seokjin out. Seokjin was astounded.

“What just happened.” He said. “You see that too?” You asked.

“No. You were acting weird. You didn’t respond to anything I say. Lookig around like you’re watching something... I was so scared. Are you alright?” He sounded really concerned.

“Seokjin I saw you with a girl. I think she’s your wife. A helper came to give you breakfast for two. And, an hourglass!” You remembered. “Do you have an hourglass?”

Seokjin pointed to it. “It’s broken in half. It’s been like that since I’ve become a spirit. Now about this wife I don’t remember having... what was she look like?” Seokjin asked politely. “Never marry, my human ass. You were lovey dovey and shit in that bathroom there. You were probably a playboy and not even realising it. With that face, you’re trying to fool me?” You scoffed.

“I would court all the ladies available in town if I had a face like that. I also apparently have a lot of money... Seokjin, you naughty thing.” You joked but Seokjin didn’t find it funny. “And that is why you were born a lady.” Seokjin came with a good clapback for a Victorian age ghost.

“Maybe one of your helpers did it.” You said. “I was very kind to them, they wouldn’t. They shouldn’t. They couldn’t, could they?” Seokjin asked.

“A dog can remember the hands that feed it for three days, and be loyal for life. A human can be fed for three years and bit the hands that same hand that bit them, in three seconds...” you looked at him and opened his wardrobe.

Clothes are gone. But there were scratch marks on the inside. Seokjin felt a slap of air when it opened, and he heard cries. His cries. It started when he was 5, and continued until his early years in college. “I was locked in there. Starved and sweaty.” He remembered.

“That explains your fingernails.” You said. His nails were irregular and obviously these marks were made by those very nails. “Who beat you?” You asked. Seokjin stood far away from that wardrobe as if it scares him to be close to it. He sat on his bed, by the window.

“They didn’t. They just lock me in.” Seokjin carefully say. “I was in so much pain. I don’t even know what I did wrong. I just keep...apologizing.” He clenched his eyes shut. Was he abused? He was. Nobody knows for how long. You hovered your to his father’s face and to his older brother, nothing. His mother? Also nothing.

Wow, you rely on your guts in this.

“The helper placed something in one of the cups that morning, Seokjin.” You said. “No one would have done so without getting anything in return.” Seokjin sighed softly. “Seokjin... Your helpers tried to kill you.” You said.

Seokjin shakes his head. He doesn’t believe that it’s so. His helpers are kind. His family too. So who locked him there? You came across a larger family potrait, with the gardeners and helpers. The family caretakers. “This guy.” Seokjin pointed. “He is the caretaker. He’s the one that locks me in the wardrobe.”

He looked very much alike the current property manager. “He had a daughter. This one.” A face covered by shadow. “Do you have a clearer one?” You asked. He tapped the next album. “It should be here. I treasure her the most.” He gushes.

You opened the album and to your surprise the girl, the caretakers’ daughter, looks like you. Seokjin saw the album dropped from your hands as you were taken back to the time of Seokjin’s final moments of life. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed in the young master’s chamber.” You heard them say.

“I just want to say hello.” You said. And they let you. Seokjin was at his desk. Studying. When you came, his face lit up. “How’d you get here?” He asked, reaching for your wrist. “The front door?” You smiled. “How’s my doctor?” You nuzzled your nose on his cheek.

He giggled. “Good.” The time fast forwarded. Then it came to the moment where the breakfast tray came. The helper who placed the tray left and you stood out the door to see who comes in next. The caretaker passed a packet to a new helper in discreet. Mouthing, “Cup. Next to the plate with potato grills.”

She, then, entered Seokjin’s room and did exactly what you saw. And the reason why you saw it was, you were the girl Seokjin is with in the toilet. He walked out to take a potato grill and you told him to take your cup, not the one the white powder is in.

Taking the other cup, you downed half the liquid to the transparent vase with the morning glory in it. Seokjin was mortified. You cried and told him, his helper was trying to kill him. And he didn’t believe you. So he downed the other half of the liquid. He didn’t react. As if he had downed a normal drink.

That was then the caretaker walked in and roughly took you by the wrist. “You will marry the man I choose and not this family,” he growled and pushed Seokjin away. “Wait for me. I’ll come back for you. Wait! I’ll come back.” You cried as the vehicle your father drove speds away.

Seokjin clutched his chest. Days passed and there was no sign of you. Seokjin walked into the wardrobe and locked himself in, because the only way to stop pain is to inflict another one.

The caretaker puts him in here for him to feel pain, and there is no wound greater than the wounds a heartbreak brings. “I’ll wait for you here, where you freed me. Like the first time I met and fall in love with you,” he falls asleep and lost his soul.

Your father locked him in there and you came to free him and that was when he fell for you. Seokjin’s body was found by one of the older helper and a funeral was held. You never came. And Seokjin. He waited.

He waited for so long.

You came to his house and freed him. “Kim Seokjin. I’ve come back to you. You can go now.” You pulled him in a hug and he gradually disappears. “I’ll remember you.” He brushes his lips on yours.

The property manager was taken off the house and you bought it with it’s scrapes and broken heart to create a new life. One morning, you prayed for Seokjin’s soul and heard a knock at your door. “May I help y–“ you gazed up and saw a flourish brown comma hair and luscious lips. Tall and broad shoulders.

“My car broke down, I was wondering if yo—“ he stopped mid sentence when he met your glance. “Do I know you?” He twitched his eyes.

You smiled expectantly at him, knowing exactly what it is. This soulmate stuff is such a permanent and accurate thing; it never misses its timing unless fate is disturbed. Seokjin needed to pass, for you to find your soulmate.

“Is your name, Seokjin? By chance?” “Yes. Yes it is. Kim Seokjin.”

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[imaginedaydreamsquad-blog]

Blind Pt. 2 - Joe Sugg Imagine #6

Hey guys,  Change of plans! It will take me another part to end the story, sorry. But I hope you’re enjpying the second part anyways. Love, Kat xx. ——————————————————————–

It’s been a month since she left and Joe sorted everything out. He wasn’t missing her as much and the thought of coming home to an empty apartment wasn’t frightening anymore. He stopped worrying about her, because Caspar told him she was fine. But since she left he hasn’t had one one night stand. He would go out and he would drink but he couldn’t stand the looks or the smiles of any girl he thought was pretty. Because Caspar said they looked like her. Joe saw her face on every girl. And it drove him crazy. It was a Sunday morning and he was playing guitar, learning a new song as his phone rang. He didn’t even look on the screen while picking up. “Hello?” “Joe. It… It’s Y/N” Joe didn’t know what to say. “Are you still there?” “Yeah. Yeah I am, sorry.” Even in his ears his voice sounded weird. “How are you?” He didn’t know what to answer. His heart was pounding hard against his ribcage, he didn’t expect to hear from her that soon. Or ever again if he was honest. “I didn’t think you’d call.” “I wrote that I’d call. I just needed a few weeks to myself.” “Yeah. Yeah, right.” “How are you?” She asked again. And suddenly Joe had the urge to cry. He didn’t know why. “Fine. You?” You could hear the tears in his voice. “I’m good, thanks. Things are getting easier day by day. I never thought moving to another country was that exhausting.” Joe thought he misheard that. “Another country?” “Oh, I figured, Casper would tell you. I’ve moved in with Britt. I’m in LA now.” “YOU ARE WHERE?” “LA? Joe, is the service okay, aren’t you hearing me well?” “Why would you move that far away from me?” He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He always thought she weren’t far from him and that thought made it easier to be away from her. But LA? Did he broke her that much? “Joe, I was applying for a job at the youtube space here anyway. I got it, I had the choice between LA and London so I went for LA. I mean, I wanted a fresh start.” “You could’ve had a fresh start in London as well, Y/N.” “Yeah. I guess.” Her voice was filled with sadness. “I’m sorry, you know. I’m so fucking sorry and I miss you so much, Y/N. If I had known what I was putting you through, I never… I’m the worst best friend anyone could have.” She could clearly hear the tears in his voice. “Joe, no. Don’t say that. You had no idea I’m… I WAS in love with you. It’s fine. I just needed space. Space I now have. And… And I miss you too. So much.” Now Joe could hear the tears in her voice too. “So you don’t hate me?” “No, I don’t. You’re my best friend. Forever.” From then on they called each other almost every day. They started where they left off. Joe even cancelled plans on the evenings to call her before her work. Everyone of his friends were happy, that they were getting on again. It was just as easy talking to her and he knew that LA really made her happy. She seemed so much more herself and that was making it easier to accept that they wouldn’t see each other.

“You’re coming to VidCon, right?” Joe made himself dinner, talking to Y/N on the phone. “Yeah, I planned it, I hope nothing happens.” “You know I’m actually working at VidCon this year, so we’ll see each other.” She told him and Joe’s heart skipped a beat. He would finally see his best friend again. “You are? That’s so cool! I’m really happy. I miss yooouuuu.” He really did. Even though they talked pretty much every day it wasn’t the same not having her there. She laughed. “I miss you, too. But don’t you think it’ll be awkward. I’m scared it’ll be.. you know… after everything what happened, the letter and stuff…” “Y/N, no. You’re my best friend. We talked about it, we worked it out, it’s fine. We’re fine, alright?” “Alright.” “Good. Now eat your breakfast you only have half an hour left before work.” Y/N laughed about his concern she wouldn’t eat enough. Joe was very caring about the ones he loved. They talked the whole time she had left and when they ended the call there were smiles on both faces. But Y/N still was overthinking the get together with Joe. Was it too early? Since she moved to LA everything was going great. She made friends, she went out, she even went on a few dates. But could it be a backlash if she would see him again? “Why are you so quiet today?” Britt asked over dinner. “I’m just thinking about seeing Joe again. Do you think it’s right?” Britt shrugged. “I really don’t know, Y/N. I mean, you’re really getting over him. You even have a crush on someone that’s not him. For me that’s a really good sign. But you was head over heels for Joe. Seeing him again might not be making it better.” “That’s exactly what I thought! I mean, I miss him so much and everything in me just wants to see him, but that scares me and I don’t know if I’m just missing my best friend or.. if I really am still in love with him. On the other hand, I have a date with you know who tomorrow night.” “NO WAY!” Britt squeaked in excitement. “He asked you out? I’m so freaking happy for you. You almost talk as much about him as about Joe.” Y/N laughed. “I know, I thought he was kidding at first. But I’m really excited.”

VidCon was loud. Extremely loud and Y/N was getting a headache in the first two hours. She was running around between all the helpers who got problems, the security and the main stage. There were people everywhere and she could barely make her way through the masses. Joe did send a text, saying he arrived on time, which was good. He probably was giving autographs right now and would later be interviewed on some stage. It was the late afternoon of the first day and Y/N was exhausted. Two more hours to go, before she could leave. But Britt and her already made plans to go to the afterparty for influencers so she couldn’t just chill and watch Netflix although that was all she wanted to do right now. “Y/N!” Someone screamed over the noises and she saw Jack, Conor’s younger brother waving at her. She smiled and waved back, before making her way to him. ”Jack, oh my god, it’s so nice to see you.” They hugged. “Yeah, I’m glad to see you, too. Joe is on break and is looking for you everywhere.” “He is? Well, I think I’m giving him a call then, thank you for letting me know!” “Anytime, love. Do we see each other at the afterparty?” “Yes, a hundred percent. We’ll talk!” They hugged goodbye and Y/N was looking for a quieter area to call Joe. “I’m looking for you! I’m at stage 3, backstage.” “I’m coming, they have technical difficulties anyway.” And with that she went to stage 3 first helping with the problem and then looking for Joe backstage. She saw him almost immediately. He looked good, like he slept well although he had to have a jetlag and with a hint of a tan. London seemed to have good weather too this summer, Y/N thought. He recently got a haircut, his hair was shorter than the last time she saw him. But the most interesting thing were his eyes. They were shining as he smiled at the man infront of him, probably a co-worker of Y/N’s but she wasn’t sure about that. His eyes were the first thing she fell in love with and they were the most difficult to forget. Not that she wanted to forget them as a whole. But she wanted to forget the dreamy look in them when he smiled, because it always made her heart skip a beat. As if he sensed her look, Joe turned to her and his face lit up completely. “Jesus…” Y/N sighed as her heart like she had predicted skipped a beat. Joe quickly made his way to her and pulled her into a warm hug. She breathed in his scent and hugged back. “I missed you” She mumbled into the crease where his shoulder and his neck met, where his scent was the most intense. “I’m so glad to finally see you again, love.” They separated from each other and that closely Joe could see the little freckles on the top of her cheekbones, the sparkles of gold in her eyes and the crinkles under them from smiling. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, he thought. It was nothing he never thought before, you had to be blind to not see how beautiful she was. “How was your flight?” “Everything went perfectly fine. I didn’t sleep so I could sleep at night and my jetlag wouldn’t be as bad.” “Very smart, Joe. Very smart. Ugh, I’m exhausted. Being a supervisor at such a big event isn’t as easy as it seems, may I tell you that. I’m glad I’m nearly done for the day.” She couldn’t take her eyes of off him. It’s like she had a grainy picture of him in mind and now that he’s infront of her she had to take every little thing from him in to make it high quality. “Me too. If you want we could grab dinner together and after that we’ll meet the others and go to the afterparty.” She wanted to go with him so bad. “I can’t. I already made plans with Britt to eat at home, we both need a shower after today. But you can join us if you want.” “I.. don’t know I made plans with the boys, but maybe can cancel that…” “You don’t have to, it’s fine. We’ll see us at the party anyways. And tomorrow we could grab lunch together if you want. Or you could come over and see my new place.” “I know, but I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to leave again.” That melted her heart. She could see how genuinely happy he was to see her and that made her even happier. But she could practically feel herself falling for him again at every second.

#joe sugg #joesugg #joseph sugg #thatcherjoe #joe sugg imagine #joe sugg imagines #thatcherjoe imagine #thatcherjoe imagines #sugglife #imagine #imagines #british youtuber #youtuber #joe x reader #part two #buttercream squad #Buttercream Gang

[the--blackdahlia]

I Lost It (Loki x Reader; Bucky x Reader)

Title: I Lost It

Summary: Loki doesn’t appreciate the reader, so she finds someone who does.

Warnings: NOne

“I can’t do this anymore!” You screamed at Loki. He rolled his eyes and went back to reading. “If it’s not something you want, you don’t care!”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset.” He said casually. You froze, tears in your eyes. You looked at the painting sitting on the table. You had spent months getting all the colors right and the landscape perfect. You had been painting the most wonderful portrait of Asgard at sunset. For him. And he didn’t care.

“Okay.” You said quietly. You turned on your heels and marched to your room, using the magic that you had been taught while living here to throw open the door and start your packing before the door was even shut. Loki had followed you though and noticed everything.

“What are you doing?” He asked, watching you throw all your things into bags.

“If this is the way it’s going to be then I quit.” You said. He raised an eyebrow at your statement.

“And what exactly does that mean?” He asked. You didn’t even turn to look at him.

“I’m leaving Asgard.” You said, packing the last book of yours in a bag before gathering them. “And I’m never coming back.” You marched out the door, past Loki, and went to find Thor, who would be able to help you leave. Loki stood there.

“You’re bluffing.” He said, even though his heart was aching.

“No I’m not.” You said, tears threatening to fall. Loki watched you as you walked away.

“I’ll just wait here then.” He called after you.

You sought out Thor, who took in your state of mind and was against the idea of you leaving, but was scared of what might happen if you stayed. So he took you to Heimdall, who saw to your safe travel to Earth, a place he was sure you’d be safe on.

Thor found Loki later, sitting in your empty room, arms crossed, waiting.

“Brother?” Thor asked. Loki looked at him.

“She’ll come back soon.” He said. “She’s probably just walking around the garden or something.” Thor shook his head. “What is it?”

“She went to Earth.” He said. “She’s gone Loki.” Loki stood up and laughed.

“She’ll come back.” He laughed. “She always comes back.”

****

When you landed on Earth, you were greeted by a feisty redhead and a man with an arrow, thinking you were some troublesome Asgardian here to start trouble. And at hearing that, you burst into tears, thinking about the god of mischief. They looked at each other before the woman walked over to you.

“Hey now.” She said softly. “No tears, okay?”

“He’s such an ass!” You called. The woman looked over at the man, who shrugged.

“Who is?” She asked.

“Loki.” You said. A small smile appeared on her face.

“You and me are on the same side then.” She said, wrapping a comforting arm around you. “Name’s Natasha. And that’s Clint.” She said. “We’re going to be best friends if you hate Loki as much as we do.”

“Trust me, right now, I think I hate him more than anyone.” You said, retelling Natasha and Clint of why you left Asgard in the first place. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“That’s horrible!” She said. “Come on, let’s get her back to the tower. She needs some hot chocolate and a good bull session.” Clint smiled and they led you back to the tower, where you were about to meet the rest of the Avengers.

****

Tony instantly took a liking to you. You were curious about everything and he loved to show off. Steve felt protective of you within five minutes of meeting you. Bruce thought you reminded him of his little sister, someone he hadn’t seen in years. You didn’t know that Thor was a part of this team, but you didn’t really care. You felt safe here. And then your eyes fell on a sad looking man sitting in the corner, by himself, reading a book.

“Oh, that’s just Casper, the Friendly Ghost.” Tony said, making Natasha slap him in the back of the head. “Ow!”

“That’s Bucky.” Steve said. “Want me to introduce you?”

“I got this.” You said, slowly walking over to him. He looked up as you set on the stool across from him, the one he normally used to prop his feet up while reading for long hours.

“Hi.” You said, smiling.

“Hello.” He said, looking back down at his book.

“”The Great Gatsby”?” You asked. He looked up at you. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Can you explain to me then what’s so important about Dr. T.J. Eckleburg?” He asked. You smiled and started a discussion with him, getting more words out of him within five minutes than he had spoken to any of the Avengers in months. Steve looked impressed.

“She’s good.” Clint said.

“Five bucks says they’ll be dating by the end of the month.” Natasha said.

“I’ll take that action but say two weeks.” Tony said. Everyone started to make their bets, but you and Bucky were oblivious to it. Instead, you were in your own little literary world.

****

Natasha won. By the end of the month, you and Bucky started dating. He loved it when you read to him from your favorite books and explained to him what different things meant. He would run his fingers through your hair as you browsed the rarely used library in the tower and smile when you’d get excited over finding a rare gem.

When Thor came to Earth, he was surprised to see you with the Avengers, and even more surprised to see you holding Bucky’s hand. You asked him about Asgard and everything, but not Loki. You didn’t care how he was doing. He broke your heart. You didn’t know if Thor was going to tell him where you were or not, but you doubted he cared anyway. He had probably moved on by now. You knew you had.

****

Over the course of the months that you lived with the Avengers, they all adored and utilized your talent for painting, even Bucky, who asked you to decorate his arm for different events. Tony even asked you to paint an official portrait for him. Which you happily did and he displayed it in full view.

“You’re amazing.” Bucky said, kissing your neck, making you blush. “What would I do without you?”

“You defiantly wouldn’t be the most colorful member of the team.” You joked, making him smile.

“I love you.” He whispered. Your mouth was open in surprise before you smiled and rested against him.

“I love you too.”

****

After returning to Asgard once, Thor found Loki sitting in the empty room that once used to be yours. He would check it every day to see if you had returned, but every day, he got nothing. He was holding a copy of your favorite book and staring out the window, watching for you.

“She’s not coming back, is she?” Loki asked, sensing his brother’s presence.

“I’m afraid not.” Thor said. “She has found another suitor on Earth. A friend of the Avengers.” Loki turned to look at him.

“I messed up.” Loki said, standing up. “I want to undo what I’ve done.”

“I think it’s too late for that.” Thor said. “She’s happy now. I was just there and she was painting a picture for someone and she was smiling. More so then I ever saw her do here.” Loki shook his head.

“I’m going to Earth.” He said. “I’m going to win her back.” Loki pushed past Thor.

“And Jane says I’m thick headed.” He groaned before following his brother back to Earth.

****

“There. Done.” You said, turning the picture to show Natasha. She had given you a picture of her favorite spot in Russia from childhood and asked you to paint it for her. You had just finished and received her smile when the doors slid open and Thor quickly ran in.

“(Y/n), before you get mad…” He was cut off by Loki running in. He spotted you and immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“(Y/n) I was so worried.” He said. You looked at Natasha for help. She was sending a text to Tony, who was with the others down in the rec room.

“Hey Reindeer Games, lay off.” Natasha said. Loki glared at her then turned his attention back to her.

“Please come home.” He said, stroking your cheek. “I miss you dearly.”

“No Loki.” You said. “This is my home now and I’ve met someone else. Someone who appreciates me.” As if on cue, Bucky came in and pulled Loki away from you.

“Get your hands off of me.” Loki growled, glaring at Bucky.

“Don’t touch her.” He said, protectively wrapping his arm around you.

“So, this is your new other.” He said, turning up his nose. “He’s broken.”

“I must have a type.” You said. “Now leave.”

“No.” Loki said. “I came here to win you back and I’m not leaving until I do so.” He looked at Bucky. “Man of metal, I challenge you to a duel for (y/n)’s heart.”

“Brother, this isn’t a good idea…” Thor said. Loki ignored him.

“I accept.” Bucky said. He gently kissed you before getting up, ready to punch Loki in the face. The Avengers all started taking bets.

“Please don’t.” You said. You watch as Bucky gets in a few good punches before Loki starts to fight back. He kicked Bucky in the stomach, hoping to knock the man down, but he stayed strong. After a few minutes, you got annoyed of it, because you knew they were evenly matched, due to Loki’s magic. So you stood in between them, hoping to stop it.

That’s when your world went dark.

****

You woke up in the med bay of the tower, with a worried looking Bucky and Loki standing over you. You groaned as you set up, your head feeling like it had been shattered into a million little pieces.

“What happened?” You groaned. Bucky held your hand.

“We didn’t see that you had stepped between us.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry I hurt you. I…” He teared up and gently kissed your forehead. You smiled warmly at him. Loki sighed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the boyfriend you wanted.” Loki said softly. You looked at him and Bucky could see the love between the two of you. He stood up.

“(Y/n), I think he still loves you.” He said. “More than I ever could.”

“Bucky…what are you talking about?” He gently kissed your lips.

“He was more worried than I had ever seen anyone get before. He cried and held you until Doctor Banner managed to get you here. He loves you.” You turned to look at Loki.

“Is…is this true?” You asked. Loki nodded.

“More than anything.” He said. You looked between the two of them. Bucky finally smiled.

“You’ll still be my best friend behind Steve.” Bucky said. You blushed. “And if you two get married, I better get an invite or I’m kicking him.” With that, Bucky left. You looked over at Loki. He shyly looked at you before pulling something out of the magical bag he had with him. You looked to see the painting that had started this whole thing.

“W-would you sign this for me?” He asked. And all you could do was smile.

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[planetbkg]

Third Wheeling

A/N: this came to me in history class and I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here it is! Oh, and Jordan’s text are in quotation marks. This is cheesy, don't read this or do because I need constant reassurance and validation

Prompt: Jordan is always busy when you and your friends have group dates, which leaves you as the odd one out.

Pairing: Jordan x reader

Tagged: @linmanuclmiranda @ruth-hamilton-delrio @shippingdestroyedmysociallife162 @icanneverbesatisfied @magic-and-timetravel @hamilsquad-writings @mythoughtsareprettylame @defenestrate-yourself-please (I took it upon myself to tag some of you who liked the post)

Masterlist | Request!

October You were back in Virginia to visit your family for a week. When your two best friends heard you were back they immediately invited you to a girls’ day at the famous Virginian amusement park, Busch Gardens. You were super excited, you hadn't had a girls’ day with them in far too long. When Anne and Christina pulled into your driveway to pick you up, you were surprised to see two men in the car.

“I thought this was supposed to be a girls’ day?” you asked, putting emphasis on “girls’ day.”

“Yeah, but Alex and Jesse found out and they really wanted to come!” Anne explained as she pointed to her and Christina’s boyfriends.

“You don't mind, do you?” Christina chimed.

“It's whatever,” you groaned and got in the car.

“Where's Jordan?” Anne asked.

“He's busy with recording his album.” you told them.

They gave you a bunch of half ass “oh’s” and “I’m sorry’s.” Yeah, you were too.

The anticipation of the trip to Busch Gardens was better than the actual trip itself. When you first got there, everyone wanted to get in the Tea Cups. But god forbid all five of y'all get in one tea cup; no, the happy couples wanted their own cups. Which left you by yourself.

As you were spinning around in a cup by yourself, you took out your phone and took a picture of yourself with a straight face.

You captioned it, “all by myselfffffff,” and sent it to Jordan.

He responded within seconds.

“Sorry baby, I wish I could be there. You know how much I love Busch Gardens. :(”

You rolled your eyes and got off of the ride when it was over. Next, they wanted to get on a roller coaster; however, Anne nor Alex wanted to get on. That meant you were stuck with Christina and Jesse. They made you sit in the middle for some odd reason, which was pointless because they held hands across you the whole time. You couldn't wait to get off that ride. Sadly, the next one wasn't any better as it was two to a seat meaning you were the odd one out. You were stuck sitting next to a 13 year old.

“Hi, I'm Nate!” he introduced himself.

“Y/N,” you replied plainly.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“My friends are with their boyfriends, and mine isn't here so I'm fifth wheeling.” you explained with a sigh.

“If it makes you feel better, the reason I'm wearing this shirt that's twice my size is because my little brother vomited on me.” he said and you started to laugh.

“You are now entering the Dark Forest! Remember to stay strapped in and don't look back!” an automatic voice in a Swedish accent announced.

“Get ready!” you said to Nate and of the roller coasters car went.

The ride was so fun, you could hear Christina’s screams from four rows back. Before you got off the ride you took a picture with Nate and sent it to Jordan.

New best friend.

“Tell him ‘don't try any funny business.’”

J, baby, he's 13.

“Oh…”

You giggled at your boyfriend’s cuteness and got off the ride.

“Where to next?” you asked.

“I want milkshakes, so we could go to the restaurant near the bumper cars,” Alex suggested.

You all agreed on milkshakes and headed to the restaurant. Alex, Anne, Jesse, and Christina all looked like picture perfect couples. Each couple split a milkshake with two straws, and you were stuck downing a strawberry milkshake by yourself. Time to send Jordan another picture.

I guess I'll drink this by myself…

“Let me guess, they’re sharing milkshakes?”

Yup.

“When I get home we can be that sickly sweet, annoying couple and rub it in their faces. ;)”

You smiled at his response.

Can't wait. Love you. ~ You all went on a few more rides and then the clock struck six. During the month of October at Busch Gardens, they transformed the park into a horror park with haunted houses. You all immediately went to get in a line for one. You met another couple by the names of Tanya and Josh who held your hand through the haunted house because your friends were too busy with their significant others. Of course you took a picture of you holding Tanya and Josh’s hands and sent it to Jordan.

I met some people to hold my hand since you're not here to do it.

“Tell them to back off my girlfriend.”

Finally, it was time to go home. This “girls’ day” turned into a third wheel fest, and you were glad to go home. Before y’all left the park, you took a nice picture with all four of them. The car ride home sucked just as much as the roller coasters. Christina and Jesse were making out like horny teenagers the whole ride home. You didn't even bother sending a picture to Jordan, you just rolled your eyes and tried to fall asleep.

“We're here!” Anne smiled as she pulled in front of your house.

“Thanks,” you deadpanned and got out of the car.

You didn't even see the point in lying and saying you had a good time. You unlocked the door to your house and walked in.

“How was it?” your mom asked as you walked in.

“Terrible, they brought their boyfriends!” you told her as you kicked off your shoes.

“I'm sorry, baby,” she said sympathetically.

“Yeah, me too.” you mumbled and walked upstairs to plop down on the bed.

You scrolled through Instagram and saw that Anne had posted a picture that you took with them at Busch Gardens. One problem, they cropped you out.

“Double dates are always fun!” the caption read.

“Fuck all of you.” you groaned and put your phone on the nightstand.

January Once again, you were invited to go ice skating with your girls. Girls, no guys. But of course, the girls who invited you brought their boyfriends.

“I’m not going, forget it!” you blurted out when you got into your friend’s car and saw her boyfriend, Drew, sitting in the front seat.

“What? Why?” she asked.

“Nat, you asked me if I wanted to go ice skating with you and the girls! Guys weren't part of the deal!” you exclaimed.

“I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind,” she said sheepishly.

“Goodbye, Nat!” you said and started to open the car door.

“Please stay!” she begged.

You sighed and looked at the desperation in her eyes.

“Fine,” you groaned and she smiled at you.

Why were you so nice?

You met up with two other friends at the rink. Two other friends and their boyfriends! You watched all of your friends’ boyfriends tie their skates for them.

Little ol’ me has to tie my own skates :(

“Wish I was there to tie them baby, but I'm about to go on.”

Good luck, babe. See you at home?

“See you then. Love you.”

Love you too

“Y/N, you coming?” your friend, Jenny, asked you.

“Yeah,” you smiled and got out on the ice rink.

Everyone was skating around the rink with their significant others. They were all happy and in love and it made you want to cry. All you wanted was for Jordan to hold your hand and pick you up when you fell on your butt.

“Alright, everyone who isn't a couple, get off the rink!” a voice announced. “It's time for couple skate!”

Nobody got off the rink except for you and a few kids. You chuckled bitterly and sat down on a bench to get a front row view of all the happy couples.

Couple skate lasted way too long, but finally your people were done and you all decided to go to a nearest café to warm up. You were sitting at the table, sipping your hot chocolate, when you became completely and utterly fed up.

“Damn, Y/N, you always talk about your boyfriend but I’ve never seen him. I'm starting to wonder if he's even real!” Drew joked.

“Yeah, he's like Casper the Friendly Ghost!” Jenny’s boyfriend, Tyler, chimed in.

You said nothing, you just grabbed your hot chocolate and started to make your way to the door.

“Oh c’mon, Y/N!” Drew called after you. “I was just joking!”

You ignored him.

“I'm your ride!” Nat said.

“Well, Nat, we leave in New York City and there's these little cars called taxis! Fuck all of you!” you screamed and walked out of the café.

“Some kind of fucking friends.” you thought to yourself as you held back tears.

February You were on your way home to an empty apartment on Valentine's Day. You and Jordan had a huge fight that morning. When you suggested going on the group date that your friends invited you and him on, he said he had a show and he couldn't miss it. You were miles past angry. How dare he? Putting that show before you. You realized how selfish you sounded, but Valentine’s Day is meant to be spent with your significant other. You couldn't exactly remember what you said during the screaming match, but you're sure you ended it with, “Fuck you, Fisher!” Or something along those lines.

“A glass of wine and a heart shaped donut from the work party it was.” you thought to yourself as you unlocked the door.

You walked into a dark apartment that was partially lit up by candles. From the bedroom, you heard the chords to a song way too familiar to you and a voice singing.

What's that playing on the radio?                                                                         Why do I start swaying to and fro?                                                                          I have never heard that song before                                                                       But if I don't hear it anymore It's still familiar to me

“Jordan?” you called.

He walked out of the bedroom, still strumming his guitar.

“Sends a thrill right through me 'Cause those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to. Those magic changes my heart arranges A melody that's never the same

“You didn't miss it,” you smiled.

“Really? You thought I'd leave my baby alone on Valentine’s Day?” he asked incredulously.

You just smiled and wrapped him in a huge hug.

“So, do you wanna go on that group date still?” he asked.

“I’d much rather spend time with you and only you,” you told him sincerely.

“Look,” he began, “I know we haven't been able to spend much time with each other these past few months, but I promise to spend more time with you from now on.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled.

#this is cheesy and terrible #love me? #i need constant reassurance #Jordan fisher x reader #Jordan x reader #jordan fisher fanfic #Jordan fisher imagine

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My Experiences with Living with Ghosties & Spirits♫♥

So I’m pretty sure most of you know that I do a little Spiritwork, and I let certain spirits into my home. Well I’m going to share some of my experiences today that involve the ghosts!☻

Shadow Man

--So some of my older followers, or people who follow me on Instagram, probably know this story. My story even got  published in the 2016 issue of the Halloween special Witch Way Magazine. I should’ve bought the issue, but I didn’t have money at the time... Lol. Anyways, to the story.

So when I was a very new witchling, I decided I wanted a friendly ghost in my home. (Yes, like Casper tbh...I was naive lmao.) Well, it didn’t turn out the way I planned. I don’t know where the original spell is that I used to let spirits into my home, but it didn’t work the way I planned it to. At first, for a couple weeks, everything seemed the same, and quite boring. Well, after a while, I guess something just showed up. I think the first time I saw it was when I was going up the sitars to my room, down the hallway (The way the second floor is set up, is the stairs lead straight to a hallway, which is about ten feet long, right into my parents room. There’s a spare room to the left of the hallway. My room is next to the staircase, which is behind the stairs. My room is right next to the bathroom and 2 closets, and under the attic. This is important, I promise .) and I saw a short, muscular shadow. The hallway is naturally dark, even with the hall light on. At first I thought it was the trick of the light but...still creepy either way. For a little bit I didn’t see much, except maybe a black spot out of the corner of my eye every so often. Since I’m still a teen, I obviously still live with my parents. My mom stays at home, so she would notice more things then my dad. She said the same thing would happen for her. For a little bit, we chalked up the spots we saw as faeries or pixies we somehow angered, since things would go missing and my mother would always get weird knots in her hair. Anyways, one night she told me that really late, I believe way after midnight, she saw a tall-ish figure standing by her closet (which is at the corner of her room.) She actually just rolled over and went back to sleep, since to her it didn’t feel evil. All the while, I would hear noises in the attic, and one time I even heard 3 knocks on my window. (Note; like I said, my room is on the second floor. There’s nothing around to make that noise. No tree branches or wires. Even my cat heard it.) And, mind you, all of this happened really late in the night. (Back then , I was a night owl.) One of the last experiences with the Shadow Man, was when it was either around 2 or 3 a.m. where I really needed to pee and get some water. Well, I went out of my room to go to the bathroom (everyone was asleep at this time) and I looked to my right (where the staircase is) and a friGGIN TOP OF THIS HEAD WAS WALKING UP THE STAIRS, NO JOKE. Like, any, young teenaged girl would do that’s shitting bricks, I ran to my room, slammed the door and started crying for my mom (it was scary lmao. I have major anxiety, and it was worse back then.) I just knew it wasn’t a human being because....fuck that who in their right mind would do that, (okay I shouldn’t ask that question..) but it was just PITCH BLACK. Eventually my mom  came to my room, not knowing what was going on. After I calmed down a little I told her what happened, and her and I agreed I would get rid of it. She helped me protect my room, so that thing wouldn’t bother me. She laid down a salt line at my door and light a white candle. Anyways, the next day I was home alone and decided to get rid of it. So I started doing my stupid cleansing method, (which used to be me wearing an ugly outfit and ringing a bell. It was just cringey.) and I had almost fully cleansed the downstairs. Well, I was in the dining room, cleansing that area, where my cat was sleeping. Then all of the sudden, friggin weird-ass noises came from upstairs. My cat jolted awake and was staring at the staircase. Like any sensible person would do, I said “fuck that” and retreated to the safety of the living room. The next day, my mother was staying home, so I finally decided to stop being bat-shit scared and fully cleanse the house. I had my bell and a sage bundle, (I don’t use sage anymore. I hate the smell of it, so no one send hateful stuff in my inbox please lol.) and went through every room. It never came back. (I’ll post pictures of the layout of the upstairs, so you an understand where this all happened.)

Sax; the Ouija board Child

--As you can tell by my Blog title, “Ouija board obsessed witch”, I love ouija boards, lol. Well, for a while I only had a homemade one. Possibly only one of the two good readings I had with it, was with a 6 year old (I believe it was a girl) named Sax. Of course we didn’t have a full-out intense conversation with her, since she was only a child, but she gave some interesting answers. We put the answers in my father’s phone, so I can’t get to them right now (he’s at work. I’ll maybe post what she said later.) We tried to look up what they meant, but couldn’t find much. Overall, it was just a nice experience to talk to her, but very sad at the same time, since she was so young. She wouldn’t tell us how she died, but we know she died around the 40s; don’t know the era, though. Although I didn’t live with this spirit, we still used the homemade ouija board in my house, so it kinda relates lol.

“N” , my Ouija board Spirit companion 

--So I actually do have a spirit companion, who I first contacted on my homemade Ouija board. We couldn’t understand his actual name, and he changed it a few times (probably due to the board being homemade on a piece of paper, it doesn’t have the same energy as a real board.), so I just call him N, and he said he was fine with it. I haven’t talked to him in a long time, but I’m hoping he’s still here, since I’m planning on  making him my own recipe of a Spirit cake, and leave it as an offering for him, and talk to him on my new (and actual) Ouija board. When I first contacted him, he didn’t say how long he was going to stay. But last week, my whole family and I used the ouija board and contacted a spirit  (Which we called Fox, since we actually couldn’t pronounce his name.) and he said that N was still here, along with 1-2 other spirits (all the other spirits we contacted said the same thing.) For a while I could feel him following me a lot around the house. Although I didn’t feel him as much when I banished everything from my room and set up wards (I don’t like things in my room. I let some things stay in there before, and it just resulted in me getting nightmares and seeing them at night. I’m pretty sure it was N, but I can’t fully remember.)

Living with 3 Spirits Today

--I do not, under any circumstances, let anything evil into my home. So all the spirits are good, as it was also reassured by multiple spirits as well. I haven’t been able to talk to all of them yet, but I hope I can soon. They all seem pretty active and friendly. They make the most noises when it’s night time, or when I’m alone in the house (usually when my senses are on hyperdrive...thanks anxiety!). They all seem to like different places and do different things, though. This one seems to like the bathroom area, especially the tub, when the shower curtain is covering one spot of it. You’ll quickly see a dark blog behind the shower curtain, and then see nothing. I’ll even walk back a couple steps, and walk back in again and see nothing. This one also just seems to like hiding in general, since it seems to like to peek behind corners. (Call me crazy, but I’m telling you what I see lol.) Another one seems to be pretty...touchy? Especially about your legs. Wearing shorts? Boom you’ll feel slight breezes on your legs. Or the hair growing on your calves will feel funny. It’s an odd sensation lol. And I believe this is N, since it just feels like something he would do; but sometimes I’ll feel kind of like a breath in my ear. But also when your ears pop. It’s hard to explain. Like, someone blew a lot of air right into your ear canal. And one of them, I’m not sure who, likes to peek into my door at night. I have to keep it half way closed, because my cat usually sleeps with me at night, and then the other one sometimes want to cuddle as well. Both are noisy if you don’t let them in. One meows and the other scratches at the door. Anyways, you’ll also hear noises at night. They’re just pretty active ghosts, that probably want to scare me lol. They probs just want their presence to be known, and that’s fine! And, like I said before, even though I don’t let spirits in my room, I think N goes in there at times with me...he just has a certain kind of energy to him. I’m not going to go into too much detail, but we think he used to be a witch from maybe the 1600′s, or somewhere along there.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed reading these! If you have any experiences, feel free to send me them, either in my inbox, or PM them! I absolutely love scary and spooky stuff, and my blog is judge-free to that kinds of things. Love and Light, Amaryllis♥~ 

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