#my tags have been sounding so negative sounding today haha?

[ferperss]

Loved reading your lore so thank you for the tag!! @sportsthoughts

I spent waaaay too much time writing this but once I started I felt like I couldn’t stop lmao, so I’m applauding anyone that gets through it!

The story of how I ended up where I am today is a long and winding road lmao. But I think I should start by prefacing with the fact that hockey has been a part of my life since I was born essentially. There are pictures of me on a pair of skates at around age 2 when my dad first tried to teach me! Then I played consistently from age 6 to 14 but quit when they wanted me to leave the “girls” team and play with the women because I was intimidated haha. Besides playing myself I’ve also spent many hours with my dad on the couch watching Sweden play in any and all kinds of tournaments, worlds, Olympics you name it, and since he never really rooted for any other team in Sweden or outside of it I just kind of slowly fell into that same thing. I knew there was a hockey league overseas that a lot of our own players were shipped off to but I never really had any interest in rooting for a team that wasn’t team Sweden at the time.

In the winter of 2014, I was at the ripe age of 15 and I did not play hockey anymore nor did I care about any teams really, but two of my best friends at the time became OBSESSED with this one junior player and kept talking about him. This man was none other than Thee Mr Willy Nylander himself. This led to the three of us obsessing over him and we watched him play in the world juniors over our winter break. It got to the point of us picking fights with people on twitter that said he was a bad player and really anyone that said anything negative about our Swedish players hahaha. We had a group chat named after him and everything. We eventually lost interest and forgot about him but this story is important because it comes back later.

Flash forward to May 2023! Before I entered my hockey era again I had an eight month long absolutely crushing obsession with the TV show 9-1-1 that was airing on Fox at the time (ABC now thank god, I still keep track) that came to a screeching halt when the season 6 finale aired and I hated it. I swore up and down that I was never ever going to watch that show again and now that the one thing I had been so fixated on for so long was gone I did not know what to do with myself. Which sounds so dramatic but honestly sometimes I don’t know who I am if I have nothing to obsess over. So naturally I needed entertainment and as I looked up through the haze of firefighters and network drama I found that the 2023 IIHF World Championship in Tampere and Riga was on! And I had no choice! There was hockey to be watched and I sure did watch it. Now, it did not go too well for the Swedish team last year, which is okay. But one thing that happened was the constant debate on wether Willy Nylander was going to join in. His brother was there and his teammate Timothy Liljegren also joined in. But there was no word on Willy himself. And it was all they talked about. He obviously did not end up joining but all the talk had made me nostalgic. And naturally I had to revisit the old object of obsession and see how he was doing over the Atlantic and turns out he was doing quite well indeed. And because I am a sucker for team dynamics and narratives (who could ever believe I studied film for five years) I desperately clung onto the Toronto Maple Leafs like my life depended on it. What I didn’t know was that these were also transformative times, and once I’d gotten into the team and the organization, I was bewildered when Kyle Dubas all of a sudden was going to another team??? How could that be?? The Penguins?? And that’s when I found my way to the Pittsburgh Penguins, the power of Dubas’ cardigans and Sidney Crosby’s fat ass gripped me and now I split my time between my equally cursed teams like they’re my divorced parents. And here we are.

Naturally there are a lot of nuances left out of here, I’ve covered the key points but I think that there are probably so many reasons that it was the perfect time for me to get into hockey again and here we are almost a year later and there’s no going back now!! I’m stuck here forever. And I would not have it any other way <3

This is the end of ramblings and I’ll say if there’s anything I love more than hockey, it’s being dramatic, and also I didn’t spell check this at all so if it’s not perfect I’m sorry (I’d love to blame it on English not being my first language but it’s the only subject I’ve always had straight A’s in so it’s not really applicable it’s just me being lazy)

#still need fo figure out how I’m tagging my personal stuff #I was going to use #not hockey just me #but that’s not really true in this case so I don’t know #tag games

[scham-wcan]

Just going to make an individual post for this so it doesn’t get too too long. Thank you for the tag @powertaco I’ll try and find some things!

List 5 things that make you happy, then tag a couple folks who follow you or you’re mutuals with! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

1. I think the Cinder Simp Discord has to be on this list somewhere at least, so why not let it be first. The community there I am proud to be one of the first and somehow the leading people there. It’s full of creative and amazing fans and artists who really just are a step above. A lot of them too are just so friendly and welcoming, to the point of allowing me to actually calling a great number of them directly friends. If any of y’all there see this, hi! Always great knowing y’all!

2. Weight lifting I think is another thing I am required to say I love. The entire idea of trying to be physically better and dealing with a whole bunch of just constant internal negativity, having something constant to rely on as a way to deal with those emotions—and actually be able to assign values to progress—it is just another huge part of why I get up in the morning.

3. I really enjoy writing, well as much as anyone who writes does. It’s weird cause you flip flop between loving and hating creating, like loathing the things you made but needing to love them for where they allowed you to get to. Impostor syndrome is wild. I actually picked up a couple self help books on the topic of writing recently that pulled me back into loving my own writing, which was a pretty forceful endeavour mind you haha.

4. History, classics, research textbooks, and all of that stuff just gets me enthralled. I don’t know why but history and the study of it has always been a big part of my life as a thing for entertainment. It’s just so intriguing to watch something that happened in like the 1300s spiral and domino until eventually it becomes this huge event in the 18th century, and that further develops until its something we can palpably see and comprehend the ramifications of today; and yes, I know how nerdy that all sounds but I love that shit.

5. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my dogs. Robert and Abigail, or Bob and Abby. They’re little Boston Terriers and they’re little bullies and morons but I love them to death

Now for tagging, with all of these things obviously you don’t have to do it, but if you do feel free to give us 5 things to like/love!

@azzmodeus @daemonofrazgriz @lesbianneopolitan @actualbampot @dawnmaidenofdragons @messis-luna

#tag meme #please take the picture of my dogs as payment for the spouting of nonsense #6. is easily cinwin btw #7. is white rose #8. is all of rwby cause it gave me the ability to create and access to all of my now buds

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 245: Flirting at the Office

“Hellloooo…good morning,” she sang, hands over my eyes as I stood at the counter in the breakroom, buttering a muffin left over from the staff meeting earlier. Like most days recently I wasn’t very hungry this early (or ever, really) but knew I needed to choke down something. “Guess whooooo….!”

It was, of course, Melissa. I chuckled and, as she released me, turned around. I tried to keep my heart in my chest, my eyes in my skull, my gasp in my throat as - this just never got less surprising - I came to grips as to just how much taller she was than me.

“Haha wearing my power heels today, for the meeting,” she laughed, biting her lower lip at my reaction and looking down on me. Christ I was eye-level to her gigantic bust, packed tightly in her black, off-the-shoulder dress. Her hair was done big and soft, her eyes glimmered with merriment. 

“I, um…yeah…” I stammered, immediately lost for words. My heart had quickened, and I took a breath of air filled with her perfume. It was gentler, today, than usual; I was more used to an assault of her floral scent but ahh today she just smelled…nice. Though I’d been feeling anxious this morning - what had happened in that meeting? what was going on with my health? - with her sudden presence my negative thoughts immediately evaporated, replaced by an excitement that I have to admit, dear reader, was a bit giddy. I was single - newly divorced! - and standing here, talking to this beautiful woman…I realized that I, maybe, didn’t need to feel guilty anymore. She was my employee, yes, and I knew I had to keep my wits about me…but dammit it felt kinda good.

Melissa, for her part, seemed brightly excited too. We’d shared a kiss, our first one, just two days ago. It had been cut short but no doubt there was the memory of it, here today, in the air between us. I wanted to…I wanted to kiss her, again. Real bad. And if I was reading things right I think she felt the same. But we were here, in the breakroom, at work. Anyone could walk in.

We smiled at one another, though, a warm moment that gradually began to feel…oh boy…a bit more heated. There was tension, so much unspoken, in the lock of our gazes.

She was the first to speak. She asked me about my morning, how I’d slept. We’d had a text conversation the night before that lingered in my dreams - so many of those little red kisses! - but of course I couldn’t say that. I thanked her haha for the warm milk I’d found on my desk after my first patient. I’m chagrined to admit it, but it tasted nice, now. I really didn’t need coffee.

“I think you weaned me off it,” I joked, which brought a sparkle to her eye.

“Excuse me but I have to do this,” she said to that, abruptly but gently taking my right hand, to hold it clasped between her two, up between us. Her smile crooked, and she began tenderly stroking it, holding it like treasure. “You are…you are just too adorable…” she purred, her bosom rising and falling with deeper breaths.

“Th-thank you, I do my best,” I managed, fighting back a smile which I knew would be too broad, too open. My skin was tingling, my blood was bubbling. My face felt warm. What was this? It had been so long since I’d…flirted with anyone, for real. With someone I…I liked. With someone I could honestly, yes, see…liking. Maybe more? Is this what it felt like?

Melissa had giggled at my little joke, sounding surprisingly girlish for someone so obviously a woman. She held my right hand, still; my left lay clenched at my side, wanting to reach out and…maybe put a hand on her hip, her waist?

“Hey so sooorrrrry for all the big boobie posts this morning, mentioning you in them…” she said, calling up the several new Instagrams where she’d tagged me, earlier. Her eyes sparkled as she watched me remember them: woof. “…unless you liked them? <giggle!>.”

Like I said,: woof. A teenage Melissa, in her Hooters uniform, was the one that really stuck with me, and yes she had named me in it. Just three days ago, for sure, that would have made me squirm: more fuel for Sheryl, another nail in the coffin in which she intended to bury me. But now? The marriage was dead and gone, so…

“You looked super pretty…” I admitted, speaking without thinking but heart cranking up into another gear as I saw her shiver. She giggled again, and pressed my right hand to her, to her trim, fit abdomen. 

It was my turn, now, to shiver, my hand now on her, innocent but intimate. We were more-than-obviously alone, still, and the electricity in the air between us seemed to crackle. 

“Say that again…” she said, her voice dropping an octave, her eyes boring down into mine. She inched a breadth closer. 

“You l-looked gorgeous,” I admitted, “in all of them…”

“Oh my god…” she groaned, and backed me up into the counter behind me; I felt it in my lower back. Her voice dropped further and though now a whisper, she sounded half-overcome. “I can send more…”

Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus. 

I broke her gaze, looked to my left. The door to the hallway, where outside the practice buzzed with people, was wide open. We can’t do this, here…

“M-M-Melissa?” I stammered, gathering every kernel of strength I had rattling around in my bones as I looked back up at her, my free hand now on the counter behind me for support, gripping it white-knuckled. “L-let’s keep it…professional?” 

I saw it, in her eyes: it was hard for her, too. But she knew it - this was the right thing to do, here in the office. She removed my hand from her midsection and - in a sudden show of sentiment - brought it to her lips, kissed the back of my fingers. She watched my eyes flutter, seeing my reaction to her affection and - patting it with demure  tenderness  - gave my hand back to me. “Sure, yes, of course, professional,” she smiled, voice warm, “we both have work to do. I’ve got piles of paperwork, you have patients. And don’t forget your videochat with Gianna, about the study, in an hour…”  

Did I know about that? I was a little confused, obviously, too caught up in the moment to remember anything like my schedule. “Fine fine okay…” 

“But professional, yes - until Friday?” she asked, eyes sparkling with anticipation that we now both, too obviously, shared: what could happen between us, on Friday, away at last from everything that had been obstacles?

“Y-y-yeah….” I agreed, the hours that separated this moment from our date - dinner at the end of the week - now seeming endless, like there were too many of them, “…f-friday.” “Friday it is,” she echoed, biting her lip, tucking a thick lock of her long, dark hair behind her left ear. She reached down, straightened my collar. “Then I can be gorgeous for you,” she continued, her voice thick with promise, adding, “…and I’ll have you all to myself.”

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#growing into the job

[transcending-time]

All I’ve Ever Known - Obi-Wan x Reader (5)

Ch 5. Modern Tea Shop AU

Pairing: Fem Reader x Obi-Wan

Trigger Warning: Emotional abuse

Description: (Y/N) has been working in a tea shop for the past couple of months while living with her mother. On the outside, everything seems wonderful. (Y/N) is a positive and smiley individual who just wants to make others happy. But looks can be deceiving. Underneath that positive smile is hurt and vulnerability from a living situation that is less than ideal. One day a stranger enters the shop and changes her life forever.

Authors Note:  Oooof this one hurt to write but also was one that I loved to write because of some fluff that happens hehe Sorry this one is late posting today. I had some things to do today. Also I was feeling a bit insecure about my writing fjsdfjdsfjs so had to fight myself to actually post it hahah As promised, readers doodle will be included in the story hehe ahaha Anyways hope you like!

Previous Chapter: Ch 4

Tag List: @where-fantasy-meets-reality @s-r-clowns @mrskenobi19 @stomponmemommy

        (Y/N) doodled in her book, sitting on the stool behind the counter. It had been a couple of days since the piano lesson. A dreamy smile came to her face. She could still feel the warmth of his hands over hers, his arms wrapped around her. The feeling of absolute excited nervousness and warmth spread across her chest. She hadn’t felt this sort of excitement in...well...a long time. He was such an amazing man, that Obi-Wan. 

She looked down at her doodle of the man who had captivated her attention. She was pretty proud of her drawing. Her index finger lightly dragged along the cheek bone of her drawing. 

        ‘Get yourself together, (Y/N). He’s just being nice, especially now that he knows you are friends with Anakin and Padme. He’s not actually interested that way’ she thought to herself, sighing softly. This negative self talk always seemed to come to bring her doubt whenever she was trying to think of something nice. She hated how negative she could be to herself, not that she would show anyone how she truly felt. Despite these thoughts, she pushed them aside as much as she could. Even if he was being nice, that was so sweet of him to do, he didn’t have to.

And now they had plans for Monday. Another lesson and lunch? Was it a date? Or was it just a friendly hang out? She wasn’t sure, but it excited her nonetheless. She heard the timer go off for the oven and quickly made her way to the kitchen, putting on her oven mitts and took out the Ricotta cheese strudel. They smelled delicious. 

Ding.

        She raised an eyebrow curiously and quickly set the tray of strudel onto the counter and looked down at her phone. She smiled. It was a text from Obi-Wan. 

Good morning, (Y/N). Are you working today?

I am. You?

I just had one class scheduled today. Have you had many customers?

No. Not really. Today’s shift usually has the least amount of people. Kinda boring haha But I did just make some Ricotta strudel 

Sounds delightful. I should be there in a few minutes, if you don’t mind the company of course

She smiled.

I would love the company. Would you like the usual?

Maybe something different today. Perhaps surprise me?

Sounds good ;) Have the perfect thing in mind

               She walked up to the front of the store and looked at the assortment of teas on the wall, tapping her chin. What would Obi like? Blood orange maybe? Or Strawberry? Or perhaps their new addition of Lavender Earl Grey? Maybe add some sugar and a bit of milk? Yes. That’s what she would do. (Y/N) prepared the tea, letting it steep for a bit before pouring it into the cup and placing it on the saucer. 

She went back to the kitchen where the strudel was cooling and sliced it up, placed it onto a display tray and brought it out, grabbing one slice and placing it onto the saucer for Obi-Wan. Hopefully he would like them both. She brought both to his usual table. 

Ring

        The ring of the bell to the front door rang and she turned around with a smile, seeing the smiling face of Obi-Wan. 

        “Great timing. The tea is ready and there’s a strudel with your name on it” she giggled and smiled.

        “I have been told I have a flair for dramatic timing” he chuckled and went over to sit down. “Why don’t you join me? At least until you get more customers”

        “I’d love to,” she smiled and sat in the seat across from him. 

        “How have you been?” Obi asked.

        “Oh I’m ok just been working a lot...And doing some drawings and such…” she ran her fingers through her hair. Obi-Wan smiled, but that smile soon turned into concern as she saw a bandage on her finger. 

        “What happened there?” he took her hand in his gently, running his thumb gently across the skin of her hand. His blue eyes staring intently at the finger.

        “With what? Oh...my finger…? Oh it’s ummm…I just…” she bit her lip “I just cut it on something. No big deal…”

        Obi-Wan wasn’t quite convinced, but he wouldn’t push her further if she didn’t wish to speak of it. He gently let her hands go and gave a gentle smile “Well let’s try this strudel shall we?” He took it in his hand and took a bite. “Mmmm...this is quite good. I think it’s one of my favourites”

        “I’m glad,” she smiled. “Oh. The tea is Lavender Earl Grey. It’s one of our new ones” 

        “It smells good” 

        Suddenly a ring at the door sounded and they both turned their heads to see who it was. (Y/N)’s face visibly paled and she stood up, walking to get behind the counter. 

        “Mom? What...are you doing here?”

                                                                    --

        “What am I not allowed to be here?” the woman smiled at her daughter. Her smile was that of a kind mother, but something about the way (Y/N) tensed at her words, made Obi-Wan think that there was more going on. More going on that had to do with the bandaged finger. He didn’t know for certain, and didn’t want to make assumptions, but it was clear that her mother made her nervous.

Obi-Wan sat up and walked over to the counter as silent support to (Y/N). Their eyes met for a brief second. 

        “Oh...umm mom...This is Obi-Wan. A... friend of mine I met here at the shop…” (Y/N) blushed lightly and smiled softly at Obi-Wan for a moment.

        “A friend huh?” (Y/N)’s mother looked him up and down. “Nice to meet you, I’m Theresa. (Y/N)’s mom”

        He gave a small smile, not wanting to add to the tense atmosphere. Even though he knew something was going on beyond appearances, he didn’t want to exacerbate any possible situation for (Y/N). She looked like she was upset enough. “You too”

        “Did you need something?” (Y/N) asked. 

        “I’ll get some of the cinnamon tea and 4 of that strudel there. Make sure you don’t eat it though. I need it for if I have guests over” 

        “...I wasn’t planning to…”

        “Just wanted to let you know. No need to be grumpy ” she smiled sweetly.

        Obi-Wan frowned at the exchange and saw (Y/N)’s face fall. His heart hurt seeing her heart hurt like it did. “I’ll be back in a moment. I’m just going to wash my hands”

        “Ok” (Y/N) smiled. “Bathroom is just around the corner” she pointed towards the bathroom, to which he gave a soft smile as he walked off towards the washroom.

 He opened the door, went over to the sink and ran the warm water over his hands. He sighed and took some paper towels to dry them. He could hear the two women talking in hushed tones. Obi-Wan opened up the door slightly to be able to hear the conversation, and he did not enjoy what he was hearing. 

        “Don’t you dare try to embarrass me like that again. You are acting like an entitled brat” her mother growled lightly.

        “I didn’t even do anything! I was just saying that I wasn’t going to eat them”

        “You gave me attitude”

        “But I didn’t”

        “You did. And to top it off you didn’t even do the dishes this morning!” 

        Her heart sank. She had meant to do them but she completely forgot. She held her head in shame “Sorry I was running late this morning. I’ll do them when I get home”

        “That’s not good enough, (Y/N). You should’ve done them immediately”

        “Like I said I was late. And only one of those dishes are actually mine”

        “Oh so it’s going to be like that? I don’t care that only one is yours! I do so much for you and you can’t even wash my dishes?”

        “I...I didn’t say that I just…”

        “No you know what. I’m so sick of you pulling this crap. If you can’t take care of the dishes properly then you aren’t allowed to use any of my dishes. And you know what else? Don’t even think about touching the food in my fridge. Stuff your face with takeout. You are so ungrateful for what I do for you. When you were in University I was there for you. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have gotten through that. Who was there for you at 3 am when you were crying on the phone every night? That’s right me”

        “Y...you were yelling at me every time” (Y/N) said in a soft, meek voice. 

         “That is a bold faced lie. I was there for you. You are so selfish. I can’t believe that you turned out this way. You’re just like your father. Now get me my stuff so I can go”

         “But…” she sighed. 

         It became silent then, apart from (Y/N) shuffling her feet along the floor and ringing her mom's items out. Obi-Wan walked out the door then as (Y/N) was handing her mother her items. Theresa’s eyes went to Obi-Wan and she smiled. 

         “It was nice to meet you, Obi-Wan” she turned to (Y/N) “See you later, boo” 

         (Y/N) made no attempt to say goodbye and soon her mother left. (Y/N) walked from behind the counter. “I...Do...do you want another tea? Your tea must be cold...I’m sorry...I…”

               Obi-Wan frowned and slowly approached her, (Y/N)’s eyes met his, clearly trying to hold back her emotions. He reached out for her hands and pulled her close, gently wrapping them around her with a soft, gentle touch and her eyes widened as he did so, but she soon melted into his touch and wrapped her arms around his middle. Gentle hands stroked her back affectionately, letting her lean her weight into him. He didn’t mind, he wanted her to feel safe with him. 

        “You know what...How about we get out of here? Maybe go for some ice cream?” 

        “I...I couldn--”

        “Please. It’ll be my treat” he pulled back gently and looked into her eyes softly. She opened her mouth to object, but seeing the softness in his eyes made her close it again. She nodded in agreement. Cynthia always told her that if it was slow that she could close the shop early. She usually never left early, but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt doing it just this once.

                                                                  --

        The two of them walked in silence, (Y/N) tried to keep a smile on her face, but Obi-Wan could notice the pain in her eyes. She felt like she was overreacting with the hurt in her heart, perhaps she did deserve it, she had forgotten to do the dishes after all. She felt so incompetent. 

Casually he reached down and took her small hand in his, entwining his fingers with hers, taking her away from her thoughts. Her eyes looked up into his, and she smiled, her cheeks flushing lightly and she flicked her eyes away shyly. He let out a chuckle, finding it incredibly adorable. 

        “We’re almost there. They have very good ice cream and the owners are quite lovely” 

        “I love ice cream. So I’m pretty excited about it” she smiled. 

         When they finally arrived, they walked up to the door and Obi-Wan held the door open for her.

         “Thank you” (Y/N) smiled lightly.

        “Ahhh! Obi-Wan, my friend! It is good to see you!” a man who looked around his late 50’s came to the counter. “And who is this lovely lady with you?”

         “Hi, I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you” (Y/N) smiled brightly. Obi-Wan’s heart fluttered at seeing that smile, a smile that could easily light up a room with it’s vibrancy.

        “And you little lady. I’m Pete. Any friend of Obi-Wan is a friend of mine. What can I get for you two?”

        “I’ll have a vanilla soft serve on a cone” he turned to (Y/N) with a smile “ What would you like, darling?”

         Her cheeks flushed at the nickname and she couldn’t help but let out a tiny giggle “Oh...Umm...I’ll have a double scoop of mint chocolate chip please. But in a cup if that’s ok?”

        “More than ok. I’ll get right to it '' Pete smiled as he walked to the back to get the ice creams. 

        She turned and looked at Obi-Wan curiously, smirking lightly “Just vanilla soft serve?” 

Obi Wan chuckled “Call me a traditionalist. I like things...soft... and sweet…” he smirked, giving her a sly wink that made her entire face go red.  

        “You are incorrigible” she could stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl, her heart beating quickly in her chest as she pushed him teasingly. He swayed lightly and let out a laugh. 

        “Your face is a delightful shade of red. It was worth it. You’re worth it” he smiled as their eyes met. Both smiled at each other warmly, before Pete came back and handed them their ice creams. 

Perhaps this wouldn’t be such a bad day afterall.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan #obi-wan #obi wan x reader #obi-wan x reader #x reader

[nafeary]

“Sun and Moon”

⚬ Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci/Reader

⚬ Characters: Reader, Leo, Comte, and Mozart

⚬ Word Count: 1.3k

⚬ Genre: Fluff, but also a lil bit of Leo being an edgelord

⚬ Warnings: none

⚬ Event: 500 Follower Milestone Celebration [Requests Closed]

✧✎ Prompt/s: Requested by @nishtharya

4. “You’re like the moon.” “Didn’t you say I was hot?”

14. “Gossip and cuddles? “Gossip and cuddles.”

✧✎ A/N: haha, did I say flashfics haha uhm... I’m sorry, but im physically unable to write things without plot, it seems. I hope you enjoy this regardless 💜💜💜 take care everyone, and drink water!

Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat, your fingertips numb and stiff as you pulled your mantle tight around yourself. Impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground of Comte’s mansion, evidence of you foul mood. Things had been difficult enough, especially with the mansion’s butler having fallen sick, and now a vexing encounter with some disparaging men at weekly market had left you intensely frustrated.

As you huffed a billow of your breath into the air, you spotted the le Comte conversing with Leonardo, the latter rather apparent in showing his apathy. Your eyes met across the distance, molten gold slowly enrapturing your senses—they’ve always had the ability to annihilate even the most stubborn of negative emotions, yet you couldn’t help your frustration at the period-typical misogyny you had had to face.

Your lover promptly turned back to his friend, giving him a friendly pat on his shoulder before sauntering over to you. Le Comte nodded your way before disappearing inside the mansion.

“So,” you began once he stopped in front of your form, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around him and rubbing your icy fingers together in an attempt to spark some warmth. “what were you two talking about?”

“Nothing too important, cara mia.” He’s apparently taken notice of your shivers, warmth spread across your skin, when he clasped your hands in his; then, he started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off.

He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his saccharine lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy, akin to a hearty soup warming you from the inside.

Leo guided your threaded hands to his chest while gazing at you beneath his dense lashes. “He merely informed me that the ball tonight was canceled.”

Ah... the ball. A friend of le Comte’s had invited Mozart to play at that ball—which would have been tonight—and the master of the mansion insisted on his attendance. Society and tradition invariably got their way, thus causing you to be appointed as his entourage. None of you were elated at this development, and you were certain that Leo was reluctant to let you attend a ball as someone else’s sweetheart... pretend or not.

But he’d kept quiet, enjoining you to enjoy yourself while requesting Mozart to look out for you. As much as you appreciated his consideration, you had contemplated the decision to attend regardless—but the occurrences today had officially soiled your mood.

“I see... truth be told, I wasn’t in the mood to hang around nobles, anyway.” And truly, you’d much rather curl up beneath your lover’s blanket, asking Leo whether he could whip up that minestrone that was the epitome of soul food. Perhaps even telling him about those men’s revolting views.

Bits of snow began to powder his ashen hair, reflecting the light of the moon as they slowly melted. The frosty flakes in stark contrast to his calming expression, they prompted you to lift the corner of your lips, not wanting to look too cold and mad under his warm gaze. “I see. Is there anything you’d like to do, mia principessa?”

He shed his mantle, gently pulling it over your shoulders in a graceful arch. “Gossip and cuddles?” You hated how needy you sounded, yet there was no use concealing the desire to spend time with your beau. Leonardo would waste no time figuring out your hidden emotions, either way.

“Gossip and cuddles, it is.”

“—and they had the audacity to tell me that I ought to cover my cleavage further over the day. What’s the point of doing that if evening wear shows of racks left and right, anyway?”

You’d been ranting about the ways of the 19th century for a good hour now. In between a few tears of vexation—especially looking back on the more hurtful comments they’d thrown your way—and plenty furious curses here and there, Leonardo had prepared you some minestrone. After only a couple of spoons, you could already feel the crease in between your eyebrows subsiding.

Now, his arms were protectively wound around your stomach, molding the marbles of your spine against his chest. Being the big spoon was his favourite thing, that much he’d admitted. Not that you were complaining, of course—the warmth his hugs shared was incomparable. “Thank you for listening to me. I’m sorry if I bored you.”

“Nonsense,” he whispered in response, pressing his soft lips against the shell of your ear, and continued peck after peck until he reached your temple. “They had know right judging you based on your appearance.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, the only sound disturbing the peace resounding from the little cocoon Lumiere had curled herself into, adorable quiet mewling making you simper from ear to ear.

You recalled the earlier fortunate events, halting at the sheer convenience. Pursing your lips in thought, you were more than certain that Leonardo must have asked Comte to excuse yourself from the activity upon seeing your distress—he could read you like no other, after all. He must have already known to your desire not to attend the festivities.

“You know, Leo? You’re like the moon, in some ways.”

He playfully nibbled your ear, prompting you to flinch in surprise, vermillion staining your cheeks. “Didn’t you say I was hot? Just yesterday, you were claiming that in between your pretty gasps—”

Swiftly, you turned around, lightly pinching his arms in the process. “I get it. Let me talk.” As serious as you were trying to come across, you couldn’t help a few giggles from slipping past your mouth, his wide-eyed expression, and that surprised pout lacing his lips, just too satisfactory.

“You’re always incredibly attentive and caring. No matter what, you never fail to watch over your loved ones, just like the moon never fails to guide us through darkness.” Just the way he immediately got to work to make you feel better, without ever having been asked to do so, filled you with a sense of belonging.

Your stare fluttered past the window revealed by the drapes, the moonlight sparkling in alabaster droplets that poured from the kohl sky.

“Beyond that, you never reveal your true intentions—even if you’re directly called out, you just... manage to stay in the shadows without ever admitting that you were looking out for someone.” You’ve gotten used to your lover’s innovative ways—both in helping people out, and hiding that that’s what he was assaying to achieve.

“And you shine so so bright, Leonardo. Especially when you choose to step into your moonlight, celebrating with the people around you instead of merely watching them live from the shadows.” At this point, you were aware that your were trailing off, the cogs in your mind turning slower and slower, as though they were treading through syrup.

Slowly, his body began to respond to your admittedly embarrassing musings, yet his eyes were the last thing you managed to focus on before succumbing to your exhaustion, a stunning gold that beheld you as if you were his greatest treasure.

As you let your head fall onto his chest, he could feel his unconscious slipping to and fro like an ocean tide as he whispered a honeyed, “ti amo, cara mia,” into the tangles of your hair, the universe never seeming so in orbit.

“If I am indeed the moon, you are the sun—so bright, I’m afraid I might appear to tenebrous.”

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Janus!!!! You and Remus should go to play Lasertag!!! (is that how it's spelled? is that what it's called?) I'm sure Remus would love that!

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Janus: "Hmmm while I am not a big fan of the idea of lasertag it does sound like something he would like.......I shall give it a try"

Remus was banging on the vending machine right outside Picani's office to try and get some candy out. Janus was telling the vending machine it was a stupid piece of shit in support. They had just gotten out of their fake therapy session.

“HAHA!” Remus let out a triumphant laugh as he got the candy. He immediately lunged his goblin mouth down into the bag. Only stopping to ask if his friend wanted any. He said no.

“So...” Janus began. He fiddled with his gloves out of nervousness “I kind of had a falling out with a...friend a few days ago and I could- I mean- Maybe hanging out would I uhm help me to think of something else. IF You want to?! I am totally forcing you to hang out. No saying no allowed totally. Maybe lasertag would be fun?”

His friend had sugar all around his lips as he grinned “Of course J-anus! Anything for my snakey! Hey you can pretend the other people are your friend and fuck them up!!”

Janus didn’t get a chance to respond, his crush had already started to walk towards the entrance. He had a skip in his step and he was flapping his hands around.

“Oh I know a lasertag place not far away! I think I still have one of the highscores there!”

They took the bus to the place. They sat so they were facing each other instead of beside each other. Janus didn’t want to intrude too much on his personal space.

The lasertag place was half filled with teenagers and friend groups. Energy drinks and chips could be bought. On the wall a display of the records of the day, month and all time stood. On the tenth place on the all time records stood BUTTMASTER420.

“Aww I was on the 7th place the last time I was here” Remus pouted.

“It just means you have to get a new record today” Janus replied with a smile.

“That’s the spirit snakey!”

Remus once again paid for everything without giving his friend a chance to pay for himself. Janus felt a little embarrassed putting on the laser tag gear but seeing the stupidly big grin on his crush’s face easily made up for any negative feelings.

The game room was dark with only a few neon lights here and there. The fake walls and obstacles made so the players could duck from lasers were also clad in black. Hell even the fake pirate ship sitting in the corner for some reason was all in black!

The dudes were on the same team, the blue one. Along with some strangers. Even more strangers made up the red team. They had 30 seconds to find a starting position in the room before the 15 minute game started.

The moment they were let in Remus took Janus’ hand. He intertwined their fingers while holding his lasergun steadily in his other hand. He ran into the room, pulling his friend along, towards the pirate ship. To Jan’s surprise he ran past it and instead made them both hunch down behind a box.

“We can wait until some bitches have taken over the ship and then destroy them!! That way it’ll be even more exhilarating!” Remus whispered to him.

“Ah yes. The old stealing ship strategy. Done that many times” He replied sarcastically.

The signal went off showing the match had started. Remus let out a delighted squeal and shot up from the cover to shoot at people. His friend stayed hidden. 

He saw a stranger running and stopped when they saw them. They aimed towards Remus who was currently laughing like a maniac. Janus aimed back at the stranger and somehow shot right on their chest. Before getting up and pulling his crush along to the nearest other cover, which happened to be a fake pillar.

Janus had a small smile on his face as adrenalin rushed through his veins “This is actually kind of...fun”

“Right??? I knew you’d like it!!”

Remus hit his ear a few times and kept blinking rapildy. There was so much sensory stuff going on it was making his skin feel like static. He usually had his headphones with him, but being with his friend was easily making up for the discomfort.

“Seems like a good time for mutiny” Janus suggested while glancing over to the pirate ship.

“Perfect time!”

They ran between covers. Remus was shooting at every single person he saw. Even blue ones. Janus’s gear beeped a few times showing he’d been shot. By the time he’d gotten to the pirate ship his crush was already crawling up the side of it like a rabid spider.

Janus let out a few panting breathes before walking up onto the ship. “Face your doom fuckers!” Remus was yelling while sprinting up to the people on the top of the ship.

A truly epic battle of shouting joking insults and shooting lasers began. No one was paying attention to Janus so he sneaked around them and sat down right at the highest point of the ship. He could see the whole room. Ah yes! This was true power!!! He proceeded to snipe at any little bitch he saw while his crush playfully barked at the other people until they gave up and left the ship.

Remus sat down and leaned his back against Janus’ so he had full sight of the other side of the room. He let out a cackle every time he hit someone. His laugh was like a chainsaw but Jan still adored it.

“This is almost as exciting as getting to plot revenge against people I will never actually hurt” Jan said.

“Indeed. There’s barely any difference between lasers and poison anyway!”

A few minutes went by, just enough so Janus could properly catch his goddamn breathe. before Remus suddenly jumped up on his feet and pulled in Janus’ shirt to get him to move as well.

“C’mon snakey just sitting safely isn’t exciting enough! We gotta jump back into the battlefield! Dive into the ocean of laser and lava!!”

Janus let out a sigh before holding out his hand so his crush could take it and pull him along to wherever he wanted. Which Remus promptly did. They jumped down from the ship and zigzagged across the room while lasers went here and there.

He slid to a stop against a wall. A loud beeping was going off to show it was only 2 minutes left. Remus let go of his friend to cover his ears. He still held up his smile.

“You feeling okay?” Jan asked.

“Mhm” He nodded and moved his hands away from his ears to instead aim at a few people from the red team “We gotta get in a few more points before it ends right”

“Right on it comrade”

They aimed at as many people as possible. Remus seemed a bit out of it but still chuckled when he got in a good hit.

A stranger ran past them. They stumbled against Remus for just a moment. Their hand landed on his lower back but they quickly continued past them to hide behind a cover. 

The sudden push made Remus stumble forward. He froze. The gun hang in the wire connected to his gear. His eyes were wide as he stared down into the floor.

Janus stopped and looked back when he didn’t hear his crush’s laughter anymore. He let go of the gun when he saw the way Remus was holding his hand over his mouth and the way his chest was barely moving.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I...I can’t breathe” Remus let out between gasping breathes for air.

“Is the binder too tight? Ehm is it a sensory overload? What should I-” He rambled out in a panic.

“I can’t....I can’t breathe” Was all he could get out.

“Right. Right...Remus I am going to grab onto your shirt and lead you out of here okay? I won’t do anything more than that”

He waited for his friend to nod before lightly taking ahold of the arm of his shirt and walking through the room to the exit. He didn’t give any of the players running around as much as a chance of accientally touching Remus.

They left the lasertag building and sat down on the sidewalk behind it. Janus let go of his friend and gave him a bit of space. Remus buried his head in his hands while gasping for air.

“Do you need help with-” Janus began.

“I can...I can handle it” Remus interrupted.

His shoulders was shaking and his nails were digging down into his skin. Tears formed in his eyes and he immediately tried to force them away.

“This is so stupid” He mumbled “It was- They barely even touched me- it was an accident- It’s so stupid- so stupid”

“Don’t say that. Sensory overload isn’t anything stupid. It’s not something you can just force away with willpower. All the lights and sound was a bit much for me as well to be honest. So it’s not stupid for you to be overwhelemed either” Janus said in a soothing tone.

The tears kept buldiing up “No. No. It’s so stupid- It happened over a year ago- I should be past it- It’s so stupid”

A cold feeling spread through Janus as he realized it might not only have been a sensory overload but maybe something more close to a flashback. He scooted slightly closer while fiddling with his gloves. He was unsure of how to comfort him.

“I...When....” Janus took a deep breathe “It’s been almost a year since I moved out from my parent’s house...But when I had a window open a few nights ago and the wind suddenly made it slam shut...I...It reminded me so much of doors being slammed shut and....and....So all I could do for the next hours was hide under my blanket with my snake plushie. I knew I was alone in my own apartement...But my body still reacted like I was a teenager”

He stopped to regain his compuser.

“So Remus I promise that whatever you’re reacting to it’s not stupid. Nor is the way you are reacting. I know what’s it like”

Remus looked over at him, his eyes red from crying. “Can I hug you?” He asked with a hoarse voice.

Janus didn’t respond. He simply opened his arms and let Remus cuddle up against his chest. Jan moved his hand up and down his back and and pressed his face into his crush’s fluffy mess of a hair.

They sat in silence for a bit. Every now and then Remus sniffled but he didn’t try to move away. Sometimes Janus mumbled something meaningless but comforting.

Eventually Remus moved back. The tears had dried on his cheeks and his breathing was steady. He stood up and rubbed his palms against his eyes before standing up. Janus did as well.

“You should probably drink some water when you come home. So you don’t get a headache from the crying” He suggested.

“Thanks snakey” Remus let up into a small smile. He suddenly took out his phone and typed something “I ehm...I’m sending my adress to you. I know you’ve already walked me there. but in case you’d forgotten. And in which apartment number I live. I don’t have any job and i don’t sleep much so you can come at like anytime! Just to hang out. If you want!”

“Oh no I would absolutely despise having to spend time with a person I’ve already choosen to spend several very fun hours with”

Remus’ smile moved into a grin “Great! And uh next time we hang out after therapy we can do something you want. I know these past times we’ve done stuff I’m mostly interested so you can choose!”

Butterflies flied around in Janus’ chest “I would love to!”

“Maybe we can invite Remy as well!”

Both of them sighed at the same time “They’re so pretty”

They glanced at each other with blushing cheeks before letting up into laughter and giggling. By the end of it all the bad feelings left by the breakdown we’re gone.

Remus reached out and held Janus’ hand for a moment “Well I shall see you next time! Don’t die!”

He let go and started to walk away, a skip still in his step. “I’ll do my best!” Janus replied.

He stood still with a big goofy grin on his lips and with blush reaching up to his ears. He looked over to you with an excited look on his eyes.

Janus: “Did you see that!? He really does seem to like being with me! Oh I wonder where I’ll take Remy and Remus to hang out. Maybe a museum? Oh and his adress! Exscuse me I am not usually this excited but ahhh I can just go over and hang out?? Whenever I want to??? Should I? I want to! Should I go over to him this weekend? Is that normal? Is that okay?”

#this is meant to take place on the same day Janus did the goth makeover btw #so just feel free to imagine Janus in full goth makeup and in a swishy black skirt #dukeceit #demus #janus sanders #remus sanders #mini fic

[twistedlymad]

Reader Giving Into Darkness (Overblotting Reader)

Hewwo everyone! I hope you guys are fine and having a lovely time! 

First off, I’d like to apologize for the inactivity for these past few days, I caught a fever last Saturday and I had to do some editing work for Sunday, so, I didn’t really write a lot last Saturday and Sunday. Don’t worry though! I’m fine now and I immediately jumped back into writing!

Secondly, this fic was supposedly to be an overblotting reader fic, but now, after writing and proof-reading it, it doesn’t seem like an overblotting reader story, more like, reader gave way for darkness to take over them. I have no idea anymore haha! I will most probably write another story for overblotting reader depending on how this one goes. (Also tell me if you want a part 2 to this, for now, I haven’t got one planned yet)

Third, I’d like to thank you guys once again for supporting me so much! I do hope you’ll enjoy this story that I’ve written! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day! (Story is under the cut uwu)

It was a pretty mundane day at Night Raven College. You’ve got your daily dose of chaos, your classes went along swimmingly and surprisingly, no fights occurred between your group of dumbass friends! I would even say that it was a boring day!

Or had it really been a mundane day?

You were on your way back to your class after helping Professor Trein run a small little errand, he needed to have a few paperwork submitted but Lucius had fallen asleep on his lap. You volunteered to go in his place instead since you needed some fresh air after sitting at a desk for an entire day. You brought Grim along since the furball wanted to tag along with you.

You were humming softly to yourself as you cheerfully made your way, you couldn’t wait to sit with your friends again and continue your day happily.

“Fgnaaa, you seem to be in a really good mood today (Y/N).” Grim said from your embrace, you giggled in response to his words.

“Well, today has been a really good day so far! I’m sure that today will be a perfect day.” You said as you let a smile grace on your face.

“Well, whatever you say (Y/N).” Grim said as he let out a small yawn.

However, when you got to the doorway of your class, your ears picked up on a few chatters of familiar voices.

You were about to enter your classroom but you had halted yourself just behind the doorframe for you had heard your name being mentioned. You didn’t want to enter your class just yet, for some reason, you had wanted to hear what the chatter was about and why it involved your name.

“(Y/N) doesn’t need to know.” One of the voices said.

“Why did we even ask (Y/N) in the first place?” A second voice asked.

“Yea, it’s not like it’ll be any help to us anyway, after all, (Y/N) can’t use magic.” Another voice piped up, agreeing with the first two voices.

“Let’s not mention this when (Y/N) comes back later, this’ll remain between us.” The first voice said once more and you heard a few grunts and hums of agreement from a few different voices.

You slowly lowered your head as you leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. Those voices were all too familiar to you, for they were the voices of your best friends, the ones that you had spent so many time with, the ones that you had went through the most with, the ones that you had trusted yourself with.

You felt as if you had been slapped in the face harshly after hearing the voices that you had felt safe with associate themselves with such words.

Slowly squatting down, you released Grim from your embrace and onto the ground. The furball faced you with a sad look on his face.

“(Y/N)… They-” Grim started but he was cut off by you gently pressing your index finger on his mouth.

“It’s okay, I’m fine.” You said with a smile on your face.

“We still have some time before class right? I’ll be going for a little walk then.” You said as you stood back up and walked away. Grim looked at you with worry as he stayed in his place, his eyes locked onto your leaving figure. You knew he was watching, so you took a sharp turn, letting a wall come between his stare and your figure.

Once you knew that you weren’t being watched anymore, you ran as fast as you could, adrenaline was pumping through your veins as your vision began to blur. You weren’t sure where you were running to, you just wanted to get out of that place, as far as possible.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure had been watching the whole event and they were smirking to themselves the entire time.

“According to plan I see… Excellent.”

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After running for what seemed like hours, you find yourself in a forest, surrounded by trees, the only sounds that you heard were the chirping of various animals and insects that inhabited it. You sat down under one of the tall trees while taking deep breaths in hopes to help soothe yourself. You wiped away your tears as they flowed.

The chatter of your friends rang in your head as you reminisced your memories with them, as if whenever you tried to remind yourself of all the good times you had with them, the chatter would be there to tell you that it was all fake.

“They don’t care for you.” Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice spoke out. Or had it been an unfamiliar voice?

You frantically looked around, searching for the source of the voice. It took you some time before your eyes landed on a small little puddle of water beside you, your reflection was as clear as sky as you looked.

So it did give you quite the scare when your reflection suddenly spoke up while you didn’t.

“Don’t mind them, you don’t need them.” Your reflection said to you.

“What?” You asked as you took a closer look at the puddle. You rubbed your eyes to make sure that what you were seeing was real. You wanted to make sure that you weren’t dreamin-

“Oh, you’re not dreaming, don’t worry about that.” Your reflection said, as if it had read your thoughts.

“No. They do, I am their friend after all.” You huffed and stood up, arguing to your reflection’s previous statement. You didn’t want to question the existence of your talking reflection, after all, you were in Twisted Wonderland, a place where magic is real and almost anything can happen, even talking reflections. Heck, take the mirror of darkness for an example.

“Besides, they could be talking about anything! Maybe they were talking about homework. I just overreacted, that’s all.” You replied further to your reflection as well as reassuring yourself.

“Are you entirely sure?” Your reflection asked you once more. “You heard what they said loud and clear.” It said to you. You took in a deep breath through clenched teeth as you closed your eyes and turned away, hugging yourself as you tried to walk away. You wanted to ignore your reflection, you thought that it was just giving negative feedback on the events that had already happen, you wanted to believe that your friends were possibly talking about something else.

But you were shocked when you heard the next sentence come out of your reflection’s mouth.

“Friends don’t talk to friends like that.”

You whipped your head around immediately, looking at the puddle as beads of tears formed in and fell from your eyes. Your reflection was right after all, friends don’t talk to friends like that, friends will tell you their problems straight away, friends don’t hide secrets about friends and most importantly…

True friends don’t talk about friends behind their backs.

As you were buried deep in your thoughts, your reflection smirked a little after seeing the look of hurt on your face. It waited for a few seconds before continuing its statement.

“Don’t worry, like I’ve said, you don’t need them. You only need me.” Your reflection said with a smirk. “After all, I am a part of you.”

“A part… Of me?” You asked, you didn’t completely understand what your reflection had meant by its words.

“Yes, for I am your conscience, I know what you need right now and that’s me.” Your reflection said to you. It then wiped off the smirk it had on its face and extended its hand towards you.

“Take my hand.” It said. “I promise you, with me, you won’t ever feel heartbreak anymore, you won’t ever experience betrayal anymore and you don’t need anything else, you just need me.”

“But, my friends-“ But before you could finish your sentence, you were cut off by your reflection.

“They don’t want you! You only need me!” Your reflection yelled, clearing its throat, it told you once more.

“Take my hand.”

You hesitated. You didn’t want to take the hand, you knew that it was dangerous. But, the chatter of your friends continued to repeat itself in your head, its ringing was making your head spin and drowning out your sense of danger and uncertainty, making you temporarily forget all the good times you had with them and all the happiness you had experienced with them.

As the ringing in your head continued, you felt confused and broken, you didn’t know what to do. Your heart ached as you remembered the memories you made with your friends, for everything was fake. The happiness, the sadness, the trust, the comfort, everything had been fake.

You just wanted this feeling to stop.

Then, the ringing of your friends’ chatter in your head was soon replaced by the chanting of your reflection’s offer. Your reflection seemed to be so welcoming, you felt as if only your reflection understood you, you felt as if you could trust yourself with it, after all, it is a part of you, right?

Surely you could trust yourself with yourself.

So, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you extended your own hand towards your reflection. Placing your hand on your reflection’s, you felt your hand being gripped by it. You then opened your eyes to see that your reflection was holding your hand rather firmly with a peaceful look on its face.

But all of a sudden, your reflection looked back at you with a sharp look, its mouth twisted upwards into a menacing smirk as it tightened the grip it had on your hand. You let out a small gasp as you tried to pull your hand away, but you didn’t succeed, the grip on your hand was far too strong.

A black cloud began to form on your gripped hand as your reflection cackled. You finally managed to disconnect your hand from your reflection’s when you forcefully pulled your hand away. When you inspected your hand, your eyes could only widen in horror as you saw the cloud that continued to linger on your hand.

And it was slowly spreading.

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Grim had managed to get your friends’ attention as he questioned the harsh choice of words of your friends, but, your friends only looked at him in confusion as he did so.

“What do you mean Grim? We never said anything like that.” One of your friends replied.

“Fgnaaaaa! Don’t lie to me! Me and (Y/N) clearly heard you guys say those words.” Grim said angrily.

“But, Grim, we were doing homework, plus, we couldn’t talk since the professor was there.” Another friend stated. Grim froze in his place as he realized that he had just seen the professor leave the classroom as you were running away.

So, how did that chatter even happen? If it wasn’t from your friends, then…

“Oh no.” Grim said with a grim look on his face.

“What’s wrong Grim? Is everything okay?”

“No. You guys need to follow me. NOW.” Grim ordered your friends as he ran out the classroom, your friends gave each other a look of worry before rising from their seats and followed the furball.

Your friends had a hard time catching up with Grim as he swiftly navigated his way through the busy hallways of the school. Your friends were yelling questions to him, wanting answers for this sudden change of behavior.

“Just, follow me!! I don’t think (Y/N) is safe!!” Grim yelled back, hoping that his answer would satisfy the curiosity of your friends. As the furball ran, he was buried deep in his thoughts as well.

‘I hope you’re there (Y/N), you always go there whenever something’s wrong, please be there, please be safe… Please.’ Grim thought to himself as he continued to run, eventually running into a forest, the exact same forest that you were in.

However, when they got to you, it was already too late. Your figure was surrounded in a cloud of sheer blackness, leaving only your torso and head available. The cloud slowly rose up, covering your entire body little by little. It was getting hard for you to breathe, your body felt numb, you couldn’t move any parts of your body.

You were panicking, afraid that your friends will get injured just because you had made a wrong decision. You were also afraid for your own life, for you knew what was happening to yourself all too well. You’ve always managed to save the others from this situation, yet you have never thought that it would happen to yourself.

You thought that since you didn’t have magic, it would never happen to you.

Yet, here you are, experiencing the exact same thing that had happened to some of your friends.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends yelled for you, their faces donned looks of pure fear and shock.

You gave them one last look, it was a very interesting look.

It was a look of worry,

Yet it was also a look of sorry,

A look of terror,

And a look of horror.

Tears flowed out your eyes as the cloud slowly engulfed your torso and is partially engulfing your head. With one last breath, you muttered the following words:

“Run… Save… Yourselves…”

Darkness had consumed you as your vision was clouded by pitch black. You felt tired, sleepy, drowsy, your eyelids were heavy and they were drooping on their own. Yet, you tried to fight it, you weren’t going to it control your body with such ease. But it was no use, you had already accepted the darkness when you accepted your reflection’s hand.

Your friend’s smiling faces were the last thing on your mind as you fell into a deep slumber.

As the cloud began to disperse, everyone just stood there, looking at your figure that stood before them, or rather, what was once your figure.

“(Y/N)…” Your friends called out your name softly as they stared at the monstrous and black form you had donned on.

“We have to fight her to save her.” Grim said.

“We have no choice.” The furball continued as your friends nodded in agreement.

‘Hang on (Y/N), please, for us.’ Was the only thought on everyone’s minds as they readied their magic pens.

Let’s just hope they could save you like how you saved them.

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[smallheathgangsters]

Second Youngest | Part Three

A/N: The final part is finally here! So sorry for the longest wait ever, but I do hope you enjoy and that I didn’t disappoint you. Lots of love! xx

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Shelby!Sister Reader

Word Count: 2483

Type: angst

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Alfie. What a man. Impressive, but so scary and intimidating at the same time. Thinking about him sent shivers down your spine, although you were never sure if in a positive or negative way.

He clearly wasn’t a good man. Not to his employees, not to his business partners, not even to himself. To you though, he was strangely kind. Kind in a way that meant he didn’t yell at you the way he yelled at Ollie. Or how he asked you to do something instead of demanding it. They were subtle things, gestures that might not stand out very much. But that didn’t mean you weren’t able to notice and appreciate them.

You’d been afraid that life would go downhill again after it had just gotten better. Your former boss was a lovely man and he had treated you more than well. When Alfie stepped into the room and introduced himself to you, your heart had sunk. He had seemed violent and messy and anything but a serious, successful entrepreneur.

Luckily, it had turned out better than expected. You knew he was into the same shady business as your family and that his ethics were more than questionable. It was painful for you to watch how he treated people, though over time you got used to it, especially since he spared you. Not once had he raised his voice at you. He even complimented you from time to time, mentioning your hard work and that he appreciated your commitment.

Of course, you would have preferred staying with your old boss. He didn’t make your skin crawl every time he entered the room. His tone has always been cheerful and motivating, the work had been morally a lot less worrying and the office had been filled with sunlight and cute little plants. Alfie’s place was dusty and dark, and you were often working by yourself.

Still – it was a hundred times better than what you had to endure in Birmingham. With your family.

Every day you wished you could write to Finn. Sweet, sweet Finn. You missed him so much. But you had to make sure that no other family member found out where you were located. And the last thing you wanted was your little brother getting in trouble because of your foolishness.

It was a stormy Thursday evening. There was still so much to do, the paperwork piling on your desk, waiting to be taken care of. Alfie hadn’t been around all day, but Ollie had come by more than once to bring you more assignments. You sighed and looked out of the tiny window up in the corner. Your office room was located underneath the bakery, hidden away from daily life and anybody who could be suspicious about what was going on behind the flour and eggs.

Suddenly, Ollie poked his head through the door frame.

You let out a scoff, loud enough for him to hear.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to bring you more work,” he defended himself, lifting his hands as if he was surrendering.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, leaning back into your chair and regretting that you had made your annoyance so obvious. Ollie was a nice guy and he asked you if he could help you with your papers every single day. Even though you declined every time, you very much appreciated it.

He leaned against the frame and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, I understand. Today was stressful.”

“Are you done?” you asked your colleague.

He nodded. “Joining me? We could get a drink somewhere.”

You let out another sigh and shook your head. “Not today. I need to get a few more things finished up before I go. I really don’t want to stay longer tomorrow.”

Ollie chuckled. “I understand. Have a nice evening, Y/N.”

He waved at you politely and then left, leaving you behind your desk with your typewriter. Before getting back to what you had been working on, you lifted your head and studied the clock. It was already seven. You decided to stay another hour.

Eight o’clock came around faster than expected. You had managed to do half of what you’d intended to, but you were starting to get incredibly sleepy, so you knew you would only start making mistakes from now on.

You pulled out the piece of paper from your typewriter, pulled open one of the drawers underneath the desk and placed it inside. Then you closed it maybe a little too forcefully, making you flinch at the slamming sound. You clearly were stressed, but the week was over soon, and you couldn’t wait to go on a relaxing trip to the countryside on Saturday. Have a picknick on the greenest field with the prettiest flowers. Enjoying the sun and gentle breeze. The smell of freedom and the calming tranquillity.

You sighed to yourself yet again, the images buzzing around in your head, and grabbed your purse. Your fingers rummaged around in it, trying to find the keys to the bakery. After a couple of seconds, they pulled out the cool metal.

You walked out of your office, closing the door and continued to the main entrance. You weren’t even halfway there, when you heard footsteps. Two, to be precise. Two steps into your direction.

You stopped in your tracks, your hand closing tightly around the keys, making them clink loudly. Slowly, you turned around, scanning the large hall.

Alfie had always promised to keep you safe. Or at least that was the reason he gave for why you were the only employee without a gun. He had said that you would never have to worry about anyone hurting you or even getting too close to you. And you had trusted him, hadn’t even questioned his decision. He had sounded so convincing, as though there was no doubt in what he told you.

Now, you regretted trusting his words. Because you knew you were the last worker to leave the shop and you were clearly not alone.

“You really thought you could outsmart us, Y/N …”

Tommy.

He had found you.

And with another step he slowly started coming out of the darkness. The distinctive sound of him clearing his throat gave you the worst case of goose bumps.

You were scared. So scared.

There was no way he’d let you go. Let you stay here.

There was no place for peace in this war. You had thought you had escaped for good. But apparently you could never escape the Shelby curse.

“H– How did you find me, Thomas?”

You could have slapped yourself right then and there. Your voice sounded pathetic and frightened. Not the impression you wanted to give off. Especially when facing your older half-brother.

He chuckled. To himself. Mockingly. “You chose Finn to help you.”

You gulped, your fingers closing even tighter around the metal in your hand, slowly beginning to hurt yourself.

“Finn only had to look me in the eyes once and I knew he was involved in your very clever escape plan,” he explained while taking another two steps towards you and fishing out a cigarette. He placed it carefully between his lips but didn’t immediately light it.

His eyes had always been very empty. Even today. Cold and empty.

The difference was, today they looked disappointed. And furious. Furious about somebody thinking they were smarter than him. Somebody thinking they could get away without facing the consequences. Somebody underestimating him. Gravely.

“And when I found out you were hiding in Solomon’s bunker, I knew I had to put an end to this foolishness of yours.”

You gritted your teeth and tried to move backwards, as discreet as possible, with a loudly thumping heart. The main entrance was facing your back and all you wanted to do was turn around and bolt. Out of the bakery and into the night. As fast as possible.

But you didn’t trust your brother. You didn’t trust Tommy not to shoot you. Because he obviously had no sympathy for you at all.

The clicking of a lighter filled the air and the cigarette between Tommy’s lips caught the flame. “A Shelby on the Solomon side of the business? You know I can’t accept that, Y/N. It’s bad for my deal and my reputation.”

You sucked in the cool air through your still gritted teeth. “Please just let me go home.”

You had wanted it to sound like a demand. But as you had expected, it had come out like a plea.

“I can’t let you do that.”

His voice was lacking every sign of emotion. Making it the scariest you had ever heard.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, Tommy.”

Another step backwards. How much more until you got to the door?

“Perhaps not maliciously, but you’ve caused a lot of trouble already and I don’t want to clean up your mess,” Tommy explained and took another drag of his cigarette.

All of a sudden, panic overcame you. Your feet started moving on their own, in direction of the exit. A rush of adrenaline overcame you, although that ended very promptly when you felt a strong hand wrap around your upper arm.

“Stop running away, Y/N,” Tommy’s growled. “I’m taking you home.”

“Home?” you yelped, struggling in his grip, trying to get him off. “Small Heath was never my home, Tommy!”

“So, you think the basement of this Jewish bastard is your home?” he huffed, tightening his grip even more.

You let out a desperate cry. “At least he made me feel welcome!”

“Shut up, Y/N,” you heard Tommy grumble, his voice coarse. Then, you heard the cocking of a gun. “I don’t want to shoot you. Please do as I say and come with me. Civil.”

Only a moment later you felt the barrel against your ribcage. Your heart stopped for an interval, trying to cope with the stress you were under. Your breath was shaky and your body stiff as a board.

“Please …” you begged again, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You knew it was stupid to show weakness, but you just couldn’t deal with it anymore. With Tommy and his obsession with power and control. With the Shelby name haunting you. With the fact that you would probably never get away. They would always find you. They would always get you back.

Suddenly, there was a door being slammed. Both yours and Tommy’s head shot up.

“Thomas, fuck off.”

“Alfie, stay out of this.”

“Stay away from my employee.”

“I said stay out of this,” Tommy repeated, pressing the gun even harder into your side. “If I shoot her, she’ll be no use to you anyway.”

Alfie, who was stood in a doorframe slightly above the ground, slowly moved down the few steps, closer to the scene. “You’re not fucking shooting my employee.”

Even though Alfie was technically defending you, you despised how they both talked about you in the most objectifying way possible.

You began twisting in Tommy’s grip, trying to free yourself, since he was now busy with Alfie’s interference. But your half-brother wasn’t one to easily get distracted.

“I’m going to fucking shoot you if you don’t stop,” he hissed, now visibly angry. Tommy aggressively pushed you towards the large main door, trying to take you out of here and with him.

“Fucking get back here, Thomas!”

Alfie started getting pissed. And you knew, that meant nothing good was going to happen.

“I said stay out of this. This is about family, not about business! We can talk business some other time.”

With that said, he forcefully threw you against the steps leading up to the exit. You fell onto your knees and hands, scraping them badly. You let a sound of pain slip out of your mouth and immediately pressed your eyes and lips together, trying to suppress any more noise and tears.

Straight away, Tommy’s gun was on your body again. This time, right against your temple. “Don’t move.”

But why should you obey? What was the benefit of obeying him? You were terrified for your life, though you’d rather be dead. Rather get shot in the head than accept the fact that you were defeated. By your family. That they had ultimately broken you.

Your mind had no time to catch up with what happened next. The only thing you were more than sure about was that a gun was fired. And a heavy weight had fallen onto you.

The scent of cigarettes and musky aftershave crept into your nose, making you realise that it was Tommy. Making you realise that the pressure on your body was Tommy and the warm liquid spreading on your clothes was blood.

You wanted to scream. And cry. But every single sound you wished to make was stuck in your throat, keeping you from breathing properly. You weren’t only trapped underneath your dead half-brother. You were trapped in your own skin, unable to move and say anything.

“Get up.”

As if nothing had happened. As if Alfie had not just shot Tommy. Demanding you to get up, while he pushed away his lifeless business partner and offering you his large, dirty hands.

And you knew crying, not accepting his offer or resisting him would do absolutely nothing for you. This life didn’t give you a chance to breathe. Either you got over this evening right away or you’d lose everything you’d fought for.

And Tommy was not worth it.

Not even a bit.

So, you grabbed Alfie’s hand and let him pull you up. You accepted the handkerchief he held out and cleaned off the blood as good as possible.

“Alfie …” you said carefully, looking up at him cautiously. “Why did you shoot him?”

He frowned. “No one fucks with my business.”

You bit your lip and handed him back the cloth. “Wouldn’t it have been better for business, if you’d just let him take me?”

He shrugged, scratching at his beard. “Maybe,” he mumbled almost incomprehensible. “Your brother–“

“Half-brother,” you corrected.

Your interruption made Alfie eye you up and down. “… half-brother used to be my favourite Shelby. Though, y’know, that may have changed over the past few months.”

You snorted, almost a little too confidently. “You’ve only just found out about my identity, Alfie.”

Your statement made him laugh, confusing you.

“You really thought I didn’t know you were a Shelby?” he asked and stepped closer to you, piercing into your eyes with his. “I know a Shelby when I see one. Even the ones that are nothing like the rest of the pack. Your true nature sits deep inside you and always will.”

Then, he backed away before turning his back on you.

“I hope you know how to hide a body, Y/N.”

He opened the door to his office and let it slam shut. Leaving you alone with Tommy.

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[simplybakugou]

Birthday Wish

↝ Having a pro hero boyfriend has its perks but when Bakugou isn’t able to spend time with you on your birthday, you can’t help but feel neglected.

BINGO SPACE: Birthday

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, fluff, a teeny tiny piece of angst if you look hard enough ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1614

A/N: here’s another piece for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Thank you to @xtsundere-princess​ for requesting Bakugou for this prompt and happy belated birthday! I always love your feedback that you give, it always warms my heart. I hope you enjoyed this and had a wonderful birthday! :)

Credits to @eraserhead-transparents​ for the transparent Bakugou in my edit!

FULL BINGO MASTERLIST

✐posted 07.11.2020✐

If anyone had told you that you would be in a committed relationship with one of the top heroes in the world, you would never believe them. But here you were, heavily involved with a man you loved wholeheartedly and had no intention of letting go so long as you lived. 

Being a pro hero was no easy feat as it took hours and hours of daily dedication and hard work. Having an occupation that wasn’t centered around heroism, it made things difficult for you and Bakugou at times. You tried your best to be as understanding as you could, seeing how Bakugou put his all into his job especially when several news outlets would cover stories based on his heroic deeds on a daily basis.

But at times you felt lonely, like you were the only one putting so much effort into your relationship. 

You woke up on that particular day, springing upwards in your bed excitedly. It wasn’t like any other day; today was your birthday.

You turned over, expecting to be greeted by Bakugou’s sleepy expression but your face fell at the sight of the empty sheets. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached over and grabbed the note that was left on the nightstand. “Had to get up early for patrol. I’ll see you at dinner.” 

You tossed it back onto the table, begrudgingly getting up to get ready. You told yourself that it was fine, that Bakugou saving innocent civilians was more important than spending time with you on your special day. But deep down you felt a twinge of disappointment.

You shook your head, wanting to get rid of any negative thoughts flooding your head. “No, Y/N, it’s time to be positive today!”

With that in mind, you happily got ready, blasting your favorite songs while grinning and replying to the numerous birthday messages you got from your friends. Even Bakugou’s friends and coworkers wished you a happy birthday, offering to pay for dinner which you were thankful for. 

Out of all his friends, you were closest to Ashido Mina, smiling widely when she decided to call you. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday!” Mina exclaimed through the other line. “What are you, like 60 now?”

“Haha, very funny,” you said sarcastically, earning yourself a chuckle from Mina.

“What’re you planning on doing? Is Bakugou taking you somewhere fancy?”

“I’m not sure,” you said, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “He got called to patrol real early this morning so I didn’t see him.”

“Aw, that sucks! I’m sure he’ll make it up to you later though.” Mina paused for a second, talking to someone in the background. “That was my manager. I’ve gotta head out. But I hope you have a great day, Y/N!”

“Thanks, Mina. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up and you tossed your phone into your bag, grabbing your coat and keys, heading to work.

It’s gonna be a good day… it will be a good day.

***

You were pleasantly surprised by how welcoming your coworkers were on your special day, numerous people wishing you a happy birthday. Even your boss was exceptionally kind to you. The whole day you felt surrounded and flooded with feelings of love and support, overjoyed with how kind everyone was.

But there was still something missing.

It was like everything other than the fact that Bakugou hadn’t acknowledged your birthday was perfect. There wasn’t even any traffic as you made your way back to your apartment. But it still didn’t feel right, not to hear even a “happy birthday” from your boyfriend. 

As you stopped at a red light, you practically jumped over to grab your phone from the cupholder once Bakugou’s name popped up in your notifications. Cautious to not be caught on your phone while driving, even though you were at a red light, you quickly swiped at the text message, eager to see his message.

But you felt your hopes get crushed as you frowned at the message. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m stuck at the office. Don’t worry about dinner for me.” was all that it read. You threw your phone to the passenger seat, agitated even more by the sound of the car behind you honking impatiently. 

The day was almost over and you weren’t able to spend it with the one person you loved the most. You didn’t want to overreact but Bakugou meant so much to you and for once you wanted to spend the night with him and not worry about his agency pulling him away from you.

Nevertheless you made your way back to your place, your lips downturned like a frown would be permanently etched onto your face. You exited your car, trudging inside your apartment complex. To rain on your parade even more, the elevator was out of order and you groaned as you walked up six flights of stairs to get to your place. With your chest heaving heavily up and down as you attempted to catch your breath, you shoved your key into the lock of your door, swinging it open. 

You were greeted by a mouthwatering aroma as your eyes darted to the source of the delectable smell. Your dining table was adorned with a checkered tablecloth, silverware, wine, and a candle with its flame swaying back and forth. The mess you had pushed off for later to clean had been dealt with, your whole apartment now spotless from the ceiling to the floor. 

Your bag fell to the ground in shock and Bakugou walked in from the other room, eyes widened once he saw you. “What’re you doing here?!”

“Um… I live here?” You said, your tone filled with confusion.

“No, I meant you weren’t supposed to come so early,” Bakugou grumbled, walking towards the stove to tend to whatever was causing this delicious smell. You peered over his shoulder, squealing internally to see your favorite dish that only Bakugou could make perfectly. 

“My boss let me out early. But what’s all this?” You asked, gesturing to the food and the perfectly set table. “I thought you were stuck at work?”

Bakugou smirked, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you close to him. “You think I’d leave my girl alone on her birthday? I may be an asshole sometimes, but I’m not a dick.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You didn’t have to lie though.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing your head. “Just wanted to make some suspense. Plus I didn’t even finish making this shit. Why else do you think I asked the doorman to close the elevator?”

You looked at him in bewilderness. “You did that?! I had to walk up six flights of stairs! I almost died!”

Bakugou looked you up and down. “You look fine to me.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well not all of us are in shape.”

“Just go sit down. I’ll finish up here,” Bakugou said, stirring up the contents of the pan.

“But aren’t you tired? You just came from work and--”

“Y/N.”

“Fine,” you said with a pout, slipping down onto your seat and propping your elbows onto the table, your head resting on your palms. 

You silently watched your boyfriend at work, focusing on his blonde brows knit together as he concentrated on the task at hand. You were grinning now from ear to ear, your previous disappointed feelings diminished the second you saw the state of your place. In that moment, you fell for Bakugou all over again like you did the second you met him. Under his abrasive attitude, one that most people would mistaken for as him being a piece of shit, you knew he was a caring man who sometimes didn’t know how to portray his feelings outwardly.

But when he did, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Bakugou stopped stirring as his scarlet eyes met yours, raising a questioning brow at you. “What?”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring.”

You shrugged, smiling at him. “You just look really hot right now.”

Bakugou smirked, your statement undoubtedly adding onto his already inflated ego. “I look hot all the fucking time.”

“You know, you make it so hard to compliment you sometimes…” you teased, sitting up in your seat as he began plating the dish onto two ceramic plates. He walked over to you, setting down the plate in front of you. You gazed down at the plate excitedly, your hand immediately reaching for your chopsticks.

“Thanks for the meal, Katsu,” you said, not hesitating to take your first bite.

“How is it?” Bakugou asked, smiling at the sight of the pure happiness practically radiating off of you. 

You beamed, swallowing the leftover food in your mouth before replying. “It’s delicious, Katsuki. Thank you for doing this.”

Bakugou shrugged, continuing to watch as you ate. “I never even see you now so I thought I could do something for your birthday.”

You smiled appreciatively. “Thank you for doing this. I know how hard you work and I know it must’ve been difficult to get out of work tonight.”

Bakugou could feel his cheeks heating up. Whenever you praised him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered. He turned his head, avoiding your eyes. “Whatever, it’s not that big a deal.”

You snickered, taking another bite of your food. You glanced down at his plate as it was untouched. “You’re not eating?”

“I’ll eat later.” He watched and smiled as you grinned from the deliciousness of the food. “I like watching you eat.”

Needless to say that your night had ended in the best way possible, and your one birthday wish was fulfilled.

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[writerfae]

Character Study - Inner voices

I already talked about my oc’s voices (or rather their manner of speaking) so today I wanna talk about their inner voices, so practically that little voice in your head that we all have ^^

Okay so before I start I’ll have you know that my theory here is that the voice in our head often sounds similar to someone we know (i know it’s the case for me) so I always base their inner voice on certain person(s), hope that makes sense.

Henry has an inner voice that sounds a lot like his mother. His mom had the biggest influence on his life because she taught him all she knew and he was very close to her. That’s why whenever he finds himself in situations where he doesn’t know what to do or feels unsure, there’s always this calm and gentle voice to reassure him and offer advice and it sounds exactly the way he remembers his mother. When hunting though, it’s Milan’s voice in his head, because he taught him all Henry knows. And sometimes, it’s Callan.

Aiden’s inner voice sounds like Henry. He’s his voice of reason, the one scolding him and the one spending him comfort. Aiden also often asks himself what Henry would do. The reason that Henry is the one coining his inner voice the most and not one of his parents is that in the later, important years of his childhood, it’s mostly been Henry taking care of him, so he influenced him a lot, teaching him a lot of the things he knows today. So of course he’s Aiden’s inner advisor.

Talon has a very critical inner voice. It sounds an awful lot like his father’s voice. While in Aiden’s and Henry’s case their inner voice is one of support, Talon’s is often one of criticism. It’s a sceptic in many situations and pretty cautious too. He has also a kinda sarcastic inner voice, sorta to even out the negative voice in his head. With more and more people in his life that support him being himself though, there’s an other, kinder voice slowly but steadily drowning out the voice of his father

Maya’s inner voice is too influenced by her mother. Her mother’s voice gives her good advice, like her mother did while she was still alive. But to be honest, most of the time it’s just Maya’s own voice? She talks to herself a lot in her head. Sometimes anxiety speaks through her, too. She worries a lot. But she can also calm herself down most of the time (with little help from friends and with her inner voice). I think Maya’s inner voice is often her reassuring herself/ telling herself what to do because she spent many years taking care of herself after her mother died and before the Hawks took her in.

Halea doesn’t have one specific inner voice, because her thoughts tend to jump around a lot. It’s more like she has millions of voices in her head and many of them talk at the same time. So it’s hard to pinpoint who they sounds like. But all of them (or most) are positive and full of energy and support. She kind of lacks a voice of reason though, haha. Also among my characters, I think she’s the (probably only) one who lets her inner voice out sometimes, voicing her thoughts aloud.

Callan’s inner voice is mainly influenced by three important people in his life: his father, Amalie and Henry. In other words, he has a full on support team of voices in his head. It depends on the situation which part of his inner voice is talking. His father is the voice in his head when it comes to king related fears and worries, but also in situations where he wished his father was with him. Amalie is that motherly part of his inner voice, the one reminding him of his manners and offering advice or a warm word. And then there’s Henry who’s his supporting voice and the one comforting him. Sometimes other people’s voices sneak their way in his head, but these three influence him most.

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[idontmeantosoundrudebut]

Many of Horror (Chapter one: This secret goodbye)

Fandom - How to train your dragon (movie franchise)

Ship - Eretlout (+ background relationships)

Wordcount - 3748 words

Fanfic summary - Moving on is hard, especially from something that doesn’t want to be forgotten. But it’s easier when you have someone with you who understands that mind-scarring agony, it’s easier when someone will hold you in the dark when all the monsters come out to play, it’s easier when you’re loved. But Eret is going overseas and Snotlout is left alone in a cold bed. 

The dream is back and he feels sick. Sick in the head. (I really can’t think of a good summary for this, so sorry my dudes)

Tags/Warnings for this chapter - Mentions of past child abuse

So I have yet to finish this Fic yet but I’m just so excited to show it to yall that i just had to give you a little teaser!!! This fic takes place a year after HTTYD3 but the dragons never leave and Stoick never died because Hiccup deserved a whole family for more than one day (Dreamworks, i’m talking to you asshole)!

Also please check out The colour of friendship by Sarahenany and The colour of family by Thurdsday26 on the Archive because it they are big inspirations for this fic and if you love Spitelout bashing and Snotlout whump and found family then, oh boy, that is truly the jackpot of all Snotlout whump fics! Also, the title of this fic is based on the song Many of Horror by Biffy Clyro and this to the first like three lines and you’ll understand why! 

Please enjoy and give me any feedback that you have, negative or positive, do not hold back bitches!!!! Haha lol bruh

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Eret is leaving today, but he'll be back in a few weeks, a month maximum if the summer storms keep at bay (Ruffnut prayed briefly to Thor before bed last night. She doesn't know why; it was an impulse thing). He, along with six other crewmates, will be sailing far up north to the port-island he once called home to establish a trading route for Berk and to perhaps arrange a meeting between Chief Stoick and the chief of his native village. The Northmen are good people, Eret had reassured during a council a week back, who've long been held under the sole of Drago's boot and will gladly reward those who levered that pressure with both miscellaneous goods and a long-lasting alliance.

The only problem with this grand adventure is that they'll have to travel dragon-less.

The Northmen too have been terrorised by dragons for generations and they will not hesitate to net, bludgeon, and flay the first dragon they see, even if said dragon has a rider on their back. Act first and ask later kind of folk, a mindset which Ruffnut is very familiar with. Eret predicts that the concept of living with dragons in peace and harmony is one his people will be suspicious of for a time, but he assures that they'll warm up to it eventually. So, the first few trips will be dragon-less and slowly they'll weasel their Berkian values in, a very cunning plan indeed if Ruff didn't say so herself.

So today is the day of departure and she's on her way to the docks for the send-off, alone for a change. Tuffnut, eager to be out the house and tired of waiting for her to finish braiding her hair, had nabbed Barf and Belch and left her on her lonesome to walk. At first, she'd been peeved to all Hel, rightfully so, muttering to herself about how easier life would be without her dolt of a twin till she remembered just how peaceful, well, peace was. As vexing as Tuff is, Ruff cannot deny her sibling love for him, but she also cannot deny the simple serene beauty of silence.

She's striding down a street of huts, the docks insight, when she hears a terribly familiar voice.

"You better be back in two weeks, if you're not, I'm coming after you,"

Snotlout.

Ruff pauses mid-stride and takes a step back, looking into a narrow alleyway between two huts. She steps closer and presses herself against the left hut wall, slyly peeking her head out to gaze searchingly into the shadowed alley where she'd definitely heard Snotlout's voice. As mad as she is (and she is mad), she isn't to the point of hearing imaginary voices in the shadows (not for a few years, at least).

There. Stuck between a wall and a bulky silhouette, is the short and distinctive shadow of Snotlout Jorgensen. The figure Snotlout is pressed against lets out a hushed laugh, head bowing and if wasn't for that laugh, she'd definitely be able to identify him solely for the dark outline of his facial profile.

Eret, Son of Eret.

Oh, this... This is interesting, very interesting indeed.

"No promises, we might have to delay returning if we see a storm on the horizon," Eret informs and Snotlout makes a displeased snort, to which Eret adds in response, "But if we don't then, we'll be back as soon as we can. Snotlout, you won't even know I've left,"

"It already feels like you've left me," Snotlout murmurs, head hung low, and it catches Ruffnut by surprise, that statement because it's such a vulnerable thing for Snotlout to say and the way he says it, quiet and anxious, is so alien to her.

The use of the word "me" too, makes her mind turn and burn with theories because there is something so very deep in the small, added word. She doesn't know what yet, but there is something painfully human about it.

Ruff watches the shadowed duo, transfixed as Eret lifts a hand to Snotlout's chin, tipping his head up so that they are looking at each other.

It's such an abnormal gesture for her to witness, especially between two people with whom she's never associated such tenderness before.

Eret has always been this tall, handsome, foreign stranger with a silky voice and a self-assured walk, who is as handy with a sword as he is on a boat, who's always there to help and give back to the people who gave him a better life. Snotlout has always been this hot-headed, confident loudmouth who is way too short to be as brave as he is and is way too good at singing for Ruff to admit, who's full of unyielding loyalty and howling laughter. But most importantly, they hate each other.

Or, now that she thinks of it, they did hate each other.

The last few months have been lacking the usual rivalry between Snotlout and Eret and she doesn't know why it's only hitting her now. At some point, they two of them became friends and she's pretty sure she isn't the only one who hasn't noticed, which is so peculiar because she, and the others, have seen the two of them hanging out at the sawmill and flying together at dusk to light the torches. Gods, they drank with each other last night and there hadn't been a single crass word spoken. When did this happen? She and the rest of Berk have gone blind!

"Snotlout, I'll be back. Soon. I can't promise you when, but I'll be back, and next time I go north, you can come with me," Eret assures, and though Ruff can't see Snotlout's features, she can feel the atmosphere lifting and hear the smile in his voice.

"Yeah?" There is something so hopeful and childish in the way he breathes that word, something that tugs at Ruff's heartstrings.

"Yeah, I'm sure I can convince Hiccup to spare you of your very honourable duties for a few weeks,"

"Hey, shut up!" Snotlout's foot jerks out sharply to jab Eret in the ankle, the former laughing breathlessly in response, "My work is honourable, okay? Someone has to test all those crazy weapons Hiccup cooks up and I'm the only man for the job, no one else is as brave as I am," He exclaims, all confident and cocky and familiar to Ruffnut.

"You're sure right about that," Eret says as he again raises his hand and, this time, it comes in contact with Snotlout's cheek, she can see the faint movement of his thumb smoothing over the skin beneath his eye. His voice is awfully soft with a terrible fondness that Ruffnut sometimes hears in Hiccup's voice when he speaks about Astrid or vice versa, it's a tone that she automatically links up to people who are fiercely in love.

Oh, Freya, they're in love.

"You gotta head down to the docks, Eret, you'll be late to leave... or whatever," Again, that insecure whisper is back and by Gods, it sounds so brittle and shaky that Ruff almost considers the thought that Snotlout might be crying.

She would be if she was about to be separated from her lover for an unknown amount of time, Ruff ain't afraid to admit that, but if Snotlout is afraid of anything, it's expressing feelings and emotions (He's afraid of proving he's human, proving he's weak). But then again, maybe it's easier for Snotlout to air out his inner thoughts in front of Eret because, well, they're in love and to be so intimate with someone, they're eventually going to see all the ugly parts that you hide beneath the pretty façade. Eret has probably seen the old insecurity they all know that still lurks deep inside Snotlout, raw and unfiltered, a thing from his youth that made him angry and afraid, a thing that was just as damaging as the scars on his flesh.

Ruffnut, nor anyone else on Berk, will ever forgive Spitelout for what he did to Snotlout. She will gladly say that the day he was exiled was the best day of her life and she will not be alone in the statement. Cruel, merciless, cold-blooded bastard deserved to be Blood-eagled if you ask Ruff and Tuff (probably Hiccup too, no one was more enraged than he was.)

(Ruff has never been afraid of Hiccup, except for once. He's far too lanky, too merciful, too kind, to be a scary guy. But that day, when Snotlout had lifted his tunic in the clubhouse and revealed the ivory scars that were striped across his back and chest, she'd taken a step back at the sight of the inferno that had kindled in his eyes, at the sudden look of mercilessness that had steeled his features, at the trembling fists clenched at his sides. He looked like a man ready to kill, like a man ready to burn then world to the ground, like a man ready to give it all up just for revenge. She was afraid of him that day. So, so afraid that she had nightmares about him for days afterwards.)

"I'll be a bit late, the lads won't mind," Eret says lowly, drawing Ruffnut from her walk-in memory-lane, and she feels her heart tug as he bows his head to press against Snotlout's, "I'll stay here. With you,"

Forehead touching, especially in Viking culture, is the tenderest way to touch the ones who mean dearest to you. Be it a lover, a blood-relative, a shield-brother, anyone who is buried deep in your heart. And here, in the shadows of an alley, hidden and quiet like a forbidden dream, two people hold each other. Soon, they will have to let go and isn't that the most heart-breaking thing? Letting go?

Her heart feels too big for her chest and she almost feels like a changed person by witnessing this, witnessing something she was never meant to see. Will love be like this for her too? Terribly tender and awfully soft? She doesn't know, Gods, she shouldn't be here.

Ruff tries to drag herself back but she's like a moth to a flame, unable to pull herself away from this blindingly beautiful display of love, so raw, so real. She never imaged Snotlout to fall so easily to soft caresses, but of course, he would. It is always our deepest wants that will bring us to our knees and all Snotlout has ever wanted is love, a gentle hand, a place to bury his heart.

They share a deep and long kiss. It makes her feel lonely and she doesn't know why. They part, breathing on each other's lips and holding each other tightly because they know, they know, they have to let go any moment. Their foreheads are still touching.

"Promise me," Snotlout whispers and she sees the silhouette of his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, "promise me you'll come back. To me. Eret, promise you'll come ba-"

A quick but meaningful kiss quietens Snotlout's desperate pleas and Ruffnut has never heard him beg before, not like that, not like he's afraid that Ragnarök is about to fall upon them. Eret cradles Snotlout's face with his large hands. They are so close, they've almost become one shadow.

"I promise you, Snotlout," Eret vows, quiet but vehement, his lips brushing against Snotlout's, "I promise that I will come back to you,"

Another kiss is shared between them, sealing the oath that Eret has made and therefore making it unbreakable. Eret will return, he has to, and Ruff doesn't know what will happen if he doesn't. Something tragic, something unbearable to watch, something she can't allow to happen. She will not see Snotlout ruined again. So, she promises herself that if Eret does not return, she'll fly herself up to Valhalla, drag him back to Berk and the Gods best keep themselves to themselves and not get in the way of her mission, lest the know the true wrath of a Thorston woman.

"Come on, before Hiccup starts a search party," Snotlout says, voice stronger now that the promise of returning has been made, "Selkie's gonna want a proper goodbye too or she's gonna follow you the whole way,"

Eret nods in agreement and peeks his head out of the alleyway, looking up and down the street in search of any unwanted bystanders. In the sunlight, his eyes glitter amber and Ruffnut can make out his hand, large and golden, curled around Snotlout's.

"You sure you can handle her? I know that-"

"Gods, Eret, she's the timidest Thunderdrum I've ever seen! If I can handle Hookfang and a borderline psychotic Terror, among other things, then she's going to be a piece of cake," He reassures, almost sounding offended, and Eret chuckles softly as he gives Snotlout a fond look.

Ruff watches them step out from the alley into the sunlit street, hands no longer intertwined. She can make out the red flush on Snotlout's cheeks and the faint wetness beneath his eyes, which he wipes away hastily. The two of them share a look, secret and quiet, lips curled into gentle smiles, fingers twitching with the longing to touch. Then, as sudden as lightning, the tender-faces fall away and they leave, together but still somehow so far apart. They enter the real world not as lovers, but as friends, as a secret waiting to reveal itself.

For a few moments, she stays where she is, staring into the unlikely place of a secret lovers' farewell. Who knew that a place like this, small and dark, would hold such a tragic and beautiful moment? Ruffnut feels a mixture of emotions, the biggest one being happiness because bless the Gods, Snotlout has found love and if anyone deserves it, it's him.

At the after ceremony of Hiccup and Astrid's wedding a year back, a drunk Snotlout had suddenly embraced her tight and long and said; I'm gonna be alone forever, Ruffy, but that's okay, I got you guys, so... I not really alone. And being just as drunk as he was, she'd laughed and poured him another drink, dancing with him till the sun came to steal the night. She didn't remember what he said till a few days after and it had filled up with such a fierce and sudden sadness that Tuffnut had dragged her home, demanding an explanation for the terrible look in her eyes.

That's the thing with a twin like Tuff, the second her mood changes, he can sense it like a hunting dog catching the scent of blood. She can do it too, but Tuff has never been one to hide his true feelings while she, similar to Snotlout, would rather avoid the conflict of talking sentiments (even with Tuff). Her brother has to drag it out of her most times, corner her and say stupidly melancholic stuff like;

I can smell it, sister. You're sad.

Tuffnut is a curse and blessing all at once and she wouldn't have it any other way.

But anyway, she's overjoyed to see Snotlout in love and loved, but she's also anxious about it. Anxious in a way an older sibling is over a younger sibling when they start to dabble in dangerous things, in things that can get them hurt. And if love is anything, it's dangerous. If love can do anything, it can get you hurt.

Snotlout has been hurt enough. Snotlout has endured and lived through torture and torment, through betrayal and loss, through things she can't imagine surviving. She will not see him hurt again, not by Eret, not by love, not by anything. He doesn't deserve it.

The others will also share her feelings when they discover this secret love story, that she is sure of. Especially Hiccup, who in the past few years has become like an older brother to Snotlout (like the same way that Stoick has become a father to him, the same way Valka has become a mother to him). He takes his new sibling occupation very seriously and it is comical, the wiser brother and the reckless brother always at odds but always there to protect each other.

There's a headache brewing in her temple. Gods, she's been thinking and overthinking again.

It'll be fine, she reassures herself, stepping away from the alley and making towards the docks, the Gods wouldn't curse them all with more bad fortune, would they?

It's probably the most stupid question she's ever thought, in hindsight.

When she gets to the docks, it's jam-packed with dragons and Vikings alike, friends and family saying farewell to the crew and wishing them good fortune on their journey. The sky is clear and blue, perfect for sailing, and Ruff concludes that she wasn't the only one begging Thor to keep his storms to himself.

Immediately, her eyes are drawn to Tuffnut, dangling upside down from Belch's neck as he converses with a bemused Fishlegs. She's tempted to go over, but not yet, she has to do something first.

She quickly surveys the area, seeing one of the Berkian members of Eret's crew giving his vermilion Nadder a thorough farewell and a Northman kissing his Shield-maiden fiancé goodbye.

The Northmen, Eret included, were intrigued to see such wild and free women when they first came to Berk. Berkian women are hearty and frightening and hard to impress, daughters of wolves, bearers of warriors, the fiercest things on the battlefield.

So it had been a cultural shock to them, Eret had admitted one day, for their home only holds women who sew the clothes and make the food, who bear the children and tend to the house, who are quiet and timid and easily won over by a half-assed sonnet. Most marriages are arranged and many daughters are traded for land or gold, true love is a rarity to come by. Eret is proud of his home, but these are the parts he is ashamed of.

Astrid was the first woman Eret had ever seen to hold a weapon and he'd never met a woman as savage as Ruffnut before. Ruff will forever be proud that she was Eret's first taste of wildness.

There. She's found who she's looking for.

Eret kneels on one knee before Selkie, his beauty of Thunderdrum. She's orange like a sunset, pale and washed-out, with white flecks scattering her hide like parted clouds, matching her ivory belly, and Ruffnut has never seen a dragon with eyes that blue before. Selkie lets out an unhappy groan as she presses her face further into Eret's hand, eyes low in her grief as she listens to his whispers. Ruffnut can't make out what he's saying, but she's sure it's everything soft and reassuring.

Snotlout is close by, she notices, watching Eret with an open fondness. If Hiccup or Astrid walked by right now and took notice of the raw love in Snotlout's gaze, they would immediately know the truth. Clearly, she isn't the only one thinking this because Hookfang, stood beside his rider, nudges Snotlout with a warning hiss in the back of his throat. Never let it be said that Hookfang doesn't look out for Snotlout, he's ornery and easily distracted, but he makes up for it all with his loyalty.

Soon enough, the ship is ready and it's time to go. People gather along the docks and make their last hurried farewells. The drums begin and the chants of fortune echo across the waters, there's an intoxicating atmosphere permeating the air. Ruffnut hurries through the crowd, easily shoving unmoving folk to the deck in her haste because she has yet to speak with Eret. He's shaking hands with Chief Stoick and is about to go up the gang walk when she suddenly lunges herself at him.

"Ruffnut!" He gasps, surprised and clearly a bit uncomfortable, but he'll have to deal with her for the moment, "Thought you weren't going to- uh- show,"

"Course I was, idiot, and anyways-" She leans her head close to his ear and wraps a hand around his bicep, digging her sharp nails into his flesh threateningly as she whispers, "-I have to remind you to keep to that promise, Eret, son of Eret, I'm not going to have Snotlout hurt again. I was robbed of my revenge last time, I won't be again,"

When she pulls back, she flashes him a smile with too many teeth and bats her lashes with an intimidating gleam in her eyes. She's given this look to men who are now dead and it is Eret's choice if he wishes to be added to that mass grave. Eret stares back at her with shocked eyes, cheeks slightly red, and he clenches his jaw as he swallows thickly, rubbing a hand over the raised welts on his bicep. The drums echo across the water and the chanting voices chase after in earnest. After a bewildering moment, Eret gives her an awkward but thankful smile and nods his head in understanding.

"I'll keep that in mind," He says and all the tension in his muscles seem to slip away as Ruffnut softens her menacing gaze on him, clapping him boisterously on the already injured shoulder.

"Atta boy," She cackles, shoving him up the gang walk as she calls after him, a throaty laugh colouring her words, "You better be back in two weeks, you son of an Eret, or I'm coming after you!"

To her delight, she hears him laugh back at her.

The ship finally departs from the dock, sail high and proud as its pushed by the encouraging wind and the waves part smoothly as the bow cuts through the water, sure and steady. Some of the crew hang off the ratlines, saying goodbye to Berk (for now), and Eret stands, tall and almost warrior-like, on the stern. The salt-touched wind carries his dark hair and the sun reflects off his dark eyes, they glitter with a sadness that Ruffnut wouldn't have noticed if she didn't know the things she knew. His smile is melancholic, Gods, he already looks homesick. He's looking at someone and she already knows who.

Turning to look at Snotlout, she can see that his hands are balled up into white-knuckled fists, that his smile is forced and pained, that his eyes shimmer with tears.

Snotlout has always hated goodbyes. Especially ones that aren't supposed to last. Because they always do.

#eretlout #Snotlout Jorgenson #snotlout whump #httyd fanfiction #httyd #eret son of eret #oh god this is a lot #i have so much planned for this fic

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yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok 

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

ask me shit plz

#silly things from silly friends

[aiviloti]

my 2020 fic writer wrap-up!!

this is going to be incredibly long (a total of 1.1k lmao) so imma put a cut here, but basically thank you for being here all throughout my 2020! i appreciate you all very much <3

fav kind of fic to write:

i love writing about mutual pining slow burn process of getting together but i have NEVER WRITTEN ONE IN MY LIFE so i hope to change that in 2021

in 2020 i discovered??? humour??? so i enjoy writing about that and when people tell me i’ve succeeded in making them laugh it’s all 😳😳😳 for me

hardest fic to write but also most proud of:

to write you a song was a fic i struggled with from all of april to june which is very long?? to me??? considering i usually sit down and write things in one seating. fully fleshed ideas don’t usually take me thaaaaaat long to crunch out, but for some reason i struggled bad with this bc I really didn’t know where i was going w it lol

LA LA LAND gets an honorary mention of it’s own simply because it was 44k, and it took me all of july-september, but it’s something i still am proud of! to show how difficult it was to write/plot here’s the spreadsheet i had to use to keep track of the scenes and the chapters djkgfsjdfkjhgd

Shout out to kiroiimye , sweet , sirius and krypt for keeping my sanity intact

easiest fic to write:

this genshin impact fic: The Land Favoured by the Wind but its because ive been thinking about this idea for more than a month lol so the actual writing and editing took me less than 3 hours

there were several others too, bc ideas then to hook themselves to me then refuse to let go fjshlfgdfsg

fav fic to write:

Most definitely this sakuatsu monstrosity here by the name of Miya Atsumu's unwavering love for Sakusa Kiyoomi and an unholy amount of terrible food analogies that should not have the right to Exist lol, I only came up with the idea of Atsumu asking Osamu how to make friends bc I was friendship pining for someone at the time and then proceeded to write the entirety of it in a feverish daze! It’s as of rn my top hit / kudoed / bookmarked fic on ao3 and man, thanks for liking this as much as i did :’D

writing sequence:

i have to write from start to finish lmao i cant move on if the fic isnt chronological? the only exception was la la land bc it was too long and i had help from the spreadsheet so i alr knew where i was going i just had to write it down dfhdsfksfksdfhjg

deleting works:

the only fics i remember deleting are both first chapters of a multichap, bc i dont like having unfinished pieces on ao3, and far less if im not sure if ill finish them/if i dont know where im going w it!

if it’s dark history of shit 15 year old me wrote imma keep it there! it is an archive after all. go on, judge my fics from 5 years ago ahahahaha

best writing advice:

not a general thing and might just apply tome, but i tend to write in very convoluted ways and squish a lot in my sentences, or add to many unnecessary commas, so i received advice recently about being more mindful of the pacing and it’s helped me a lot!

worst writing advice:

none at the top of my head djgfkdsjfh if it’s bs to me i just forget it entirelyyyy

collab:

@actuallyasweetpotato​ (also aforementioned sweet) and i did a thing for bokuaka week!!!! you can find it here:  under my breath and into your scarf

wips:

9 unfinished zine pieces, 3 commissions, 1 exchange piece, about 10 or so other things

fav story of another writer:

favourite things 

manly man falls for manliest man krbk fic!!!

gently, like a winter wind iwaoi birthday fic

sunchaser krbk fic

JUNO atsuhina fic

best review:

dude i cried

and shoutout to tien , sirius for fan art, fan comics, fan animatics of fics ive written, and shoutout to akemiiiii for this song they wrote i am eternaally grateful

worst review:

no negativity today!

prequel/sequel to other people’s fics:

none at the top of my head hm, but if anything probably any of kiro skk stuff 

do i reread my stuff:

yes, but only if they’re old enough for me to go “it’s okay even if i dont like it bc this is old”

published:

hopefully! even though i do take part in zines and i guess they already have been published in a broad sense

fav/least fav chara to write:

no one at the top of my head! it’s instinctive for me to go ahead and think about character motives whenever i come across them, so if i ever write about someone, i usually just put my spin/interpretation of a character in a way that i can comprehend. the pros of this is i can write about many people, and the downside is that these characterisations can come off as out of character to anyone who doesn’t agree w me hehe

deadlines or goals:

if it’s a oneshot that’s under 3k i usually aim to have it done within 24 hours of beginning the fic. even tho i rarely succeed, having that as a goal usually pushes me to get it done faster than i would have if i had no goal altogether! if it’s anything long i aim for 1k a day, tho rn all my deadlines are zine deadlines and on top of that there’s uni, so to say im not stressing about writing would be a lie LOL

fav writers: (am too shy to tag but i swear these people are literal gods)

chonideno (mag): tumblr | twitter | ao3

batman (teesta): twitter | ao3

maplefudge (raei): tumblr | twitter | ao3

trope never written, would like to try:

aforementioned SLOWBURN MUTUAL PINING ANGST W A HAPPY ENDING GETTING TOGETHER!!!

but also royalty au

trope you will never write:

haha loads

how long have you been a writer:

began writing around may of 2014!! it was a horrible piece but im glad i started somewhere

influences:

chonideno/mag is one! maggie stiefvater who wrote the raven boys is also one, among many others

hardest part of writing: 

writing action? writing things that are happening right now, describing people talking, eating

easiest part of writing:

descriptions of people, places, feelings. internal monologues, the like

best part of writing:

sharing how i perceive the world w other people, and discovering other people agree

wip sneak peek:

cw: hanahaki, falling out of love

this was written in a friend’s dms lmao this is why i sound like this

something unique i bring to all my stories

i had a revelation the other day after talking to all my friends and realised i have really pretentious titles

IF YOU’RE HERE

did you know the wc of this thing is 1k words? idk why you stuck through all of that but thank you. i’ll keep writing in 2021, and all the years after that, and i hope i’ll find you doing things you love too :)

#liv rambles #sorry i am incapable of shutting the fuck up :relieved: #i will continue to not shut the fuck up in 2021 see yall there

[newcolonies]

Going Under

Authors Note: I’m back and so ready to start writing again! I know this is kinda angsty but I got some fluffy fics I’m working on and so excited for you guys to read! Also I just wanted to say a big thanks to @openheart12 for allowing me to snatch Jonah’s name! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: mention of drowning

Word Count: 1,800

Tag list: @openheart12 @noboundariesplease @trappedinfandoms @caseyvalentineramsey @junehiratas @kaavyaethanramsey @choices-love-affair @queencarb @lilyvalentine @rookieoh @siaramsey @thanialis

*If you would like to be added or removed from the list just let me know. 

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Ethan buckled Jonah into the car seat. He had recently turned three and had become terribly curious, and energetic. Sitting in one place for an extended period had become a daunting job for him. Ethan had finished his task and made his way over to the driver's seat. Today's adventure consisted of visiting grandpa Naveen at his lake house. Ethan and Casey had kindly declined Naveen's offer only because Jonah could be a lot to handle at times. And taking into consideration the older doctor's health, Ethan hadn't wanted to bring more stress upon him. But of course, Naveen insisted that the pair bring the little one up to the house. They made their way through his driveway. A small wooden palace hidden behind large beefy trees, a petite dock laid next to the house extending only a short way into the water. Naveen sat peacefully on a wooden porch swing swaying slowly, he offered a small smile to the family that was now walking up to the deck.

"Grandpa!" Jonah shrieked as he ran up to Naveen. The man swiftly lifted the boy onto his lap. Jonah wrapped his slim arms around Naveen. Ethan and Casey made their way up to the porch hand in hand, a large smile present on both of their faces. 

"Hello, Naveen," Ethan said with a curt nod. 

"Hello, my boy," Naveen said before directing his attention towards Casey. "How are you, my dear." He said glancing down at the large bulge that was her stomach. 

"I'm doing great," Casey said moving a hand on the top of her abdomen. She had been pregnant with their second child for about thirty-seven weeks. They were having another little boy to which they agreed to name Flynn Timothy Ramsey. They decided to name him after Casey's grandfather, a brilliant man, and a father figure in Casey's life. "All though I am ready for this little stinker to be born."

"I bet," Naveen said with a snicker. Naveen moved his attention to Jonah who was flipping through the medical book that Naveen had been reading before the family arrived. "Jonah, would you like to go swimming?" Naveen said swooping the young child in his arms while he stood. A bright smile developed on Jonah's face as he eagerly shook his head up and down.

  Before Naveen could walk down towards the dock, Ethan took Jonah out of his arms. "Allow me to lighten the load. You should be taking it easy." Ethan said giving Naveen an all too knowing look.

"My boy, you worry too much," Naveen replied and with that he led the way over to the dock, limping ever so slightly. 

Once at the dock Ethan let Jonah out of his arms. The view was astonishing, almost too perfect to be seen by any human being. A large mountain range encapsulated by trees and rolling hills. 

"Beautiful isn't it? Now you can understand why I hadn't wanted to stay in that monotonous hospital." Naveen said with a smile.

"It is beautiful, but that is no excuse for you to ignore your health," Ethan said cocking an eyebrow at Naveen.

  Naveen gave a slight chuckle. "Maybe. But is a life worth living if you never allow yourself to see the beauty in life itself and I can assure you there is no beauty in a hospital room." Naveen said placing a hand on Ethan's shoulder, a peaceful silence engulfing them. There was no point in fighting Naveen no matter how wrong Ethan had thought his opinions on the matter had been. "Well, make yourselves at home," Naveen said breaking the silence between the two. "I'm going to prepare the food, I'll be back in a bit." 

"Do you need help?" Ethan called after him. "I don't want you to take in more than you can handle." 

"Enjoy yourself, Ethan. You never know the next time you may be able to relax, so take this opportunity while it's still available." Naveen said before walking in the direction of the house. 

Ethan moaned of frustration "Why won't he just let me help him? I don't understand." Ethan said taking a seat next to his wife.

"Honey, he's right, just relax," Casey said laying her hand on the top off his thigh "Besides if you stress over the small things too much you may get gray hair," Casey said searching his beard for lighter hair. "Never mind I guess it's too late for that" Casey said laughing as she ran her fingers through the side of his beard. 

"Haha laugh it up, but I'd like to have you know that these grays arrived when I met a specific intern. You may know her as a colossal pain in the ass." Ethan said slyly smiling at her. 

"Okay, I deserved that," Casey said a small pout on her face. 

"Mommy!" Jonah said impatiently pointing towards the water. 

"Jonah don’t go near the water until you have your arm floaties on," Casey said getting up from her seat and grabbing the plastic floaties out of the bag. 

"I had better go help Naveen, he may be getting himself into trouble," Ethan said as he started walking over to the house. 

Jonah stared at the water, watching the small ripples move out into the middle of the lake. He inched closer so he could get a better look at the small waves. Jonah reached his hand off the side of the dock. His hand was hanging just inches from touching the water. He pushed his body forward sending just enough momentum to send him tumbling into the body of water. A small splash erupted from the fall. 

"Jonah?" Casey said as she peered at the dock, the arm floats still in her hands. "Jonah?" she said again searching for any sight of the child. "Where’s Jonah?" Casey said to herself panic engulfing her. Her breathes became short and light.  "Ethan!" She screamed an attempt to get her husband to help. Her body froze in place, panic and anxiety-filled her. She felt light-headed, she felt empty.

  Ethan ran outside, shaken by the sound of his screaming wife. "Casey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Ethan breathlessly asked "Wait where is Jonah." Ethan said color leaving his face. 

The splashing occurred once more in the water. Ethan glanced over toward the sound, a burst of realization hitting him. He jumped into the water, no other thoughts, no other motives than saving his son from the depths of the lake that held him. Ethan grabbed under the water wrapping his arms around Jonah's limp body. He pulled Jonah out of the water and laid him gently on the dock before pulling himself onto the dock. Any emotions he should have felt were overtaken by the adrenaline that was raging throughout his body sending him straight into doctoring mode. He placed his fingers over Jonah's neck, a light pulse was present. Ethan started the process of CPR.

"Come on the little guy, wake up, stay with us," Ethan said with each compression.  After two rounds of chest compressions, Jonah coughed, water dribbling from his mouth.

  "Oh my God," Casey said breathlessly. She had silently been praying that their son would be okay, and thankfully her prayers had been answered. Jonah coughed water up once again.

  Ethan grabbed Jonah in his arms and hugged him tightly. The realization that he had almost lost his son suddenly dawned on him. His son almost just drowned. His Jonah had almost just drowned. The words turning over and over again in his mind. These exact thoughts made him sick to his stomach. A small tear fell from Ethan's eyes followed my another. He released his grip on Jonah.

  "Daddy?" Jonah said softly confusion etched over his face.  

Casey made her way over to her husband and wrapped her arms around Jonah. "Honey, are you alright?" Casey said tears were still falling from her eyes.

"Yes?” Jonah said still confused.

 Casey let out another sigh of relief. Naveen walked out of the house with a tray in his hands and a bright smile on his face. One glance at the distraught faces of Ethan and Casey turned his happiness to utter confusion and sadness.

"Did Jonah fall into the water?" Naveen asked. He knew by the looks on their faces that he was right.

Ethan noded his head. Naveen looked from Ethan and Casey to poor little Jonah. His heart dropped. He felt sorrow and guilt well up inside of him. He felt that it had partially been his fault because the accident had happened at his house. He immediately shook these thoughts away. All that really mattered to him was that Jonah was alive and breathing well. He would have to deal with these negative feelings later.

  "You know what, I'll take Jonah in the house and give him a little exam just to make sure his lungs aren't full of water and that his heart is beating normally. You two can are welcome to come inside and join me if you would like." Naveen said grasping Jonah's small hand in his, and leading him towards the house.

"We'll be there in a minute." Ethan said roughly, his throat was still tight as he was trying to hold back the tears that needed to be released. Naveen nodded, then closed the door behind him and Jonah. 

"Ethan, I'm so sorry." Casey finally said as the tears began to rapidly flow running smoothly down her face. "I should have been watching him, I should have been there, there’s so many things I should have done." Her words were almost inaudible, as she began to sob harder. "Maybe I'm not cut out for parenting after all." She said stumbling on her words as they got caught in her throat. 

"Casey, don't ever say that. Sure you should have been watching him, but you can't change what the outcome was. All you can do is learn from the situation." Ethan said. He could feel his own tears running down his face. "You are a wonderful mom and wife, and I will always believe that no matter what happens." He said wiping away a tear from her cheek. "Always." He said almost in a whisper. 

Casey leaned her head on his shoulder. He always had said the right words to comfort her. He had always been there for her even though she made grave errors. She was so thankful that somehow she had ended up with a man like Ethan.They sat like this in silence, because they didn’t need to talk to understand what the other thought or  what the other felt. But most importantly they comforted each other, even through the silence.

Suddenly Jonah came running out of the house towards the two. He sat himself down on Ethan's lap and laid his legs  acrossed Casey's. 

"He's in perfect condition, the only thing in his lungs is air, and his heart is beating normally. A miracle I would say." Naveen said as he walked up to the couple and sat down next to Ethan.

  "Thanks, Naveen," Ethan said as he firmly held Jonah close to him. They were going to make mistakes, that was a given. But as long as they stuck together through the thick and the thin they would make it through. Even in the foggiest of nights together they would be the light that gets them through.

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart second year #playchoices #ethan x casey #openheart #ethan ramsey fanfiction

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How I Met Your Mother-

Colby Brock × Reader

Chapter Eleven is here...

Chapter Twelve: Room 333

**disclaimer** in this story, Y/n goes with them to the Langham hotel, the one that they filmed for their channels.

Word Count 1,653

Warnings: light angst and cussing

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Sam and I have been planning this trip for a long time. We have been wanting to go to this haunted hotel for what feels like forever! I want to take Y/n along with us because she has never been to anything actually haunted before. She has been to events for Halloween before but this is different, it is actually real. 

"Baby, do you want to come on this trip with us?"

Y/n "I'm down, where is it?" I told her where the hotel was and how far away it is from Los Angeles. "Yeah! What time do we leave?"

"In a couple of hours, it is still pretty early so we can stay in bed for a bit if you want."

Y/n "mmm yes please." She climbs back on top of my body and falls back asleep for another hour.

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It is now 12:23 p.m and we are all eating before we hit the road. 

Corey "Are you excited?"

Y/n "Hell yeah I am!"

Jake "You're not at all scared?"

Y/n "Not really. I mean I'm sure it'll be scary if shit happens but if nothing happens then what's so scary about staying in an old hotel?"

Sam "She is your soulmate, Colby."

I blush and start laughing, "I know this! She is like me but a female!"

Y/n "It's the best, isn't it?!"

"It's pretty cool, baby girl." 

Sam "Well this place seems legit. Everything that I have read about it is all haunting stories. Shit flying off of the walls and dressers. Blankets moving off of guests while they sleep...it's insane."

Y/n "great….not at all scared now, thanks Sammy."

Sam "Hey, don't shoot the messenger!"

"Don't worry baby, I'll keep you safe." She leans into me so that I can kiss her forehead. This is going to be so much fun having my girl tag along with us!

….

I drove my red Corolla while Sam sat passenger, Y/n sat in the middle between Jake and Corey. The drive was three hours long, straight shot. Once we got to the hotel, we got all of our cameras and the rest of our belongings and headed to the front desk. 

Corey "This place just screams haunted..jesus!"

Jake "Really Corey? Already? We just got here."

Corey "Sorry Jake...I can't help that this place just screams demonic!"

I grab Y/n's hand and start laughing at Corey's crazy response. Even though he was being dead serious, it was hilarious the way he said it. 

Y/n "I will have to agree with you, Corey...it looks way scarier in person."

Corey "THANK YOU! We should bring her more often, now I can have someone to agree with me that this is a fucking bad idea!"

Sam "brother….it's only for the next...12 hours."

Jake "Oh yeah...only 12 hours...easy peasy!"

…

The front desk Manager "Hello, welcome to the Langham hotel!"

"Hello, yes we have a reservation for room 333 and 334"

The Manager "Oh yes, under Cole Brock and Corey Scherer?"

"Yes, that is us!"

The Manager "Very good, I'll just need a way of payment and then you all can be on your way." I handed him my credit card and then he handed me the room key.

Jake "Bro..I have to ask you, is this hotel really haunted?"

The Manager smirks "Well you will find out sooner rather than later."

Corey "Oh fuck this bro! Are you kidding me?!" Y/n's face dropped and I could see the little bit of nervousness in her face. 

Sam "This is gonna be a fun night boys!"

Y/n "haha! Yeah..super fun boys!" I wrap my arm around her shoulders to keep her close to me. 

I whisper to her, "You good baby?"

Y/n "Yeah..just creeped out."

"It'll be fine, I'm sure that nothing will even happen. It's just for fun okay?" She giggles and agrees with me. Oh I was so wrong...so wrong!

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As soon as we got in the room, our equipment started going off the charts. The meter spiked red immediately.

Corey "I am not staying here, bro."

"Yes you are, I already paid." 

Jake "These meters are a joke. Anything electric can set it off, this means nothing." I hate how negative Jake can be sometimes during these trips. He isn't completely wrong but it has to be more, right?

Sam "Wow! Did y'all hear that?"

Y/n "I heard it! It sounded like a little kid screaming!"

Sam "Yeah! You guys didn't hear that?" We all say no.

Y/n "Babe..that was so loud, how did you not hear it?"

"I wasn't really paying attention."

Jake "I never pay attention."

Sam "Yes, we know Jake."

That made her laugh a little bit. I hand Sam the camera and go behind Y/n and wrap my arms around her waist. 

"I'm not gonna leave your side, okay baby?" She nods and relaxes a bit. She can fool the other guys into thinking that she isn't scared but not me, I know her better than anyone and she is terrified. 

The night goes on. We walked around the whole hotel, getting some spikes on our meter and heard some voices that we couldn't really pinpoint where they came from. I didn't let go of Y/n's hand the entire time, even when I filmed so that Sam could have a break I either had her hand or she had her arm latched on to mine. Once we got back to our hotel room, Y/n laid down on the bed while Jake and Corey got their room set up for the night and Sam charged the camera. 

Sam "That was spooky, huh?"

Y/n "yeah..some of the voices I heard were really strange."

"Do you think we caught everything on camera?"

Sam "I don't know here," he hands me the camera so that I can look through the footage of the night. As soon as I started scrolling through the videos, we heard a soft moan come from the bathroom. I looked up at Sam for validation and he looked at Y/n and we all heard it.

I immediately got up from the bed, pulled Y/n into my side and we got our belongings and headed to Jake and Corey's room.

"Dude, dude, dude, dude! There was a moan!"

Corey "what?!"

"There was a fucking moan coming from our fucking bathroom!"

Sam "We all heard it."

Y/n "it sounded like one of us made the noise but we didn't...that's how clear it was!"

Jake "Alright...I am kind of freaked out guys."

Y/n "can we please leave?"

Sam "We only have 4 more hours to stay here...why don't we just all go to bed?"

Y/n looks up at me with fear in her eyes, I grab her face and kiss her quickly. 

"Everything is fine baby...let's just go to bed." That's where I regretted it...we should've left when she wanted too.

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Sam slept on the left side of the bed, Y/n was in the middle and I am on the right side. We fall asleep after a few minutes of chatting. In the middle of the night, Y/n jolts up from a dead sleep and screams.

"WHAT? WHAT BABY?" I look down and the blanket is completely ripped off of the entire bed.

Sam "Oh my god! Go, go, go!"

We all got our belongings packed up and we walked towards the door but before we reached it, the door bangs. As if someone is trying to break into it. We all scream and Y/n falls into me. 

Sam "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"HOW CAN A SPIRIT DO THAT?!" Sam walks up to the door and looks through the peephole.

Sam "there...is no one there."

Y/n "Oh my god let's get the fuck out of here!" Sam yanks the door open and we run out of room 333. The boys heard all the screaming and they packed up in a hurry and we got out of there by 6:52 a.m.

We got in the car and everyone is out of breath and really shaken up. I told Jake and Corey everything that happened and they almost didn't believe me.

Corey "I heard a loud bang..I thought it was one of you using the bathroom or something!"

Sam "No brother! That was the freaking door!"

Jake "I think that this was the most evidence that we have ever caught."

"Just wait until you all see the footage, we caught more than ya think."

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Once we got home, we immediately went through the footage of tonight's events. We got all of the whispers and moans that we heard throughout the hallways. We got bangs and creeks that we didn't even hear! We caught the blankets being ripped off of our bed and the loud moan. Lastly, we got the bang on the door. 

Corey "I'm so glad I didn't stay in room 333 dude...that shit was crazy!"

Jake "Yeah..nothing happened in our room."

Y/n "Awesome."

Sam "Well we got the proof that we needed! I say we edit it later on today and we all shower and go back to bed." We all agree and Y/n and I go to our room.

….

"Wanna join me in the shower babe?" She sleepily agrees and we both wash each other. Once we got into bed, we melted into the mattress like it was butter.

Y/n "That was scary...I didn't believe in the supernatural until last night."

"Yeah...I haven't experienced anything like that before, are you okay?"

Y/n "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for not leaving my side babe."

"Never."

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#colby brock #sam golbach #jake webber #corey scherer