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mikadosis · 2 years

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roommate!heeseung x reader || genre: FLUFF, roommates to lovers, lowkey crack???? || warnings: none except for teNsiOn and the reader liking kids i think ???? || wc: N/A || written: october 30th 2021 || posted: november 1st 2022

[A/N: hello hello~! this is one of the first enha imagines/oneshots i've written so please bare with me here loool! sorry for any mistakes, this was written whilst i was supposed to be studying OOP,,, anyways have lots of fun reading !]

"ugh," you exclaimed, trying not to fall off the ladder you were standing on as you hung up fake spider-webs.

"do you uh.... need some help over there?" heeseung had barely stepped foot into the room but he could hear you struggle from outside.

"no- WHY WON'T THIS STAY ON- no, thank you. everything is going just fine." you stated, tongue stuck out in both frustration and focus.

heeseung chuckled at the sight of this. you looked funny. and cute? but more funny than cute.

"FINALLY!" you looked up to the now properly attached spider-web with such adoration- heeseung could've sworn it was your first love. not like the spiderwebs could reciprocate these feelings anyways.

"nice! now please get down before you break your neck," he waddled over and held the ladder with one hand whilst he held the other out for you to hold. you glanced at him and his hand before grabbing it- softly hopping off of the last stair.

"thanks. how's it look? it took me quite some time to do this."

"yeah, i heard." heeseung kisses his teeth as a feeble attempt to conceal his laughter.

"wh- wha-?" you blink up at him in confusion.

he starts imitating and mocking you, mimicking your little stomps in frustration as well as the grunts and moans you apparently let out when frustrated.

your eyes widened and you smacked his arm. "oi! shut it- that's not even true you have no proof i did all of that !"

he grins and yanks his phone out of his pocket, crinkling his loose trousers and making the fabric of his pocket stick out the wrong way in the process.

"would you like me to record next time?"

"HEE-" smacking him and your forehead at the same time, you decided to just lose faith in humanity (or at least in heeseung) for a minute whilst you check up on the cookies in the oven.

you walk into the kitchen and heeseung mindlessly follows you with a smile. you really did look nice in your oversized jumper, the one you swore to give back to heeseung that one time, the one he actually much preferred you to keep though he would never say it out loud. he'd give you more of his hoodies if people just didn't make it weird- he liked you as a friend! friends were allowed to like each other like this, right? the way he looks at you is how friends look at one another, right? he's allowed to want to hug you sometimes, right? he's allowed to have the urge to ki-

"NOOOOOO," you cried out, "MY POOR BABIES" heeseungs eyes grew in size as he heard you mourn over said "poor babies". he rushed over and glanced you up and down to see if you were hurt before anything else. once he had come to the realisation that the now burnt cookies were in fact "your poor babies", he sighed in relief and put his hand over his heart in worry.

you take the cookies out in a rush, almost burning yourself. "be careful-!," he grasps your arm in a rough manner but quickly softens his grip, tugging at your sleeve in concern. "you dumbass, you might burn yourself."

chuckling at his pouty remark, you brush him off of you. "i won't, i promise!" you shook your head as heeseung watched your eyes glaze over as you looked at him. he'd been much more caring towards you nowadays. you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your heart flutter ever so often- but that could happen to anyone! so it couldn't have meant anything. little do you know you're not the only one whose heartbeat quickens at the sight of their roommate.

you take the baking tray out of the oven and sulk. poor cookies deserved better :( leaning on the counter, you let your face sink in your hands as way to exaggerate your emotions. heeseung snorts at this and copies, both elbows on the counter while he leans over and gazes at the cookies in sadness.

he turns his head and stares at you and you can feel his eyes on you. you turn your head and make eyecontact as he smiles at you sweetly. (ngl your heart kinda skips a beat but we don't talk abt that in this pious household,,, no boyfriend until marriage /j) he scoots over a bit closer and he rests his hand on your lower back as he reassures you; "it's okay, we can burn the cookies together next time".

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of course that was how he was going to comfort you. you groan and your head droops, hair falling in front of your face doing a great job at hiding it. heeseung's cackling at his own joke all the while but he's slowly calming down. you can hear him slump into the same position he was just now, yet again looking at you. and again, he scoots closer. but this time you feel the side of his thighs and upper body brush up against yours while your both slumped on the counter looking somewhat depressed. (omg having your depression arc together how romantic) his breath fans your face and the tip of his nose brushes against your hair. you can imagine him scrunching his nose at the feeling and you smile at the thought, but you're caught off guard when you feel heeseungs hand move your hair and tuck it behind your ear. slightly stunned, you blush and look at him with the same doe eyes he's giving you.

he leans even closer and his hand goes back up to your hair. he's about to say something when the two of you are rudely interrupted by a startling knock. blinking violently, you try to snap out of it after having stared at the fine man for a few more seconds and strut over to the door, opening it with newfound excitement.

"trick or treat!" boy oh boy is this friendgroup BIG or do you just not have friends. you mentally count as you smile at them, reaching over to the bowl of candy you had set out earlier. ....20, 21, 22, 23 kids ??? where are all these little spawns of [depends what mood they're in] coming from ???? who's having this many children let's have a chat ???? you silently wish you have enough candy in the bowl for all of them as you didn't expect this many children to show up- or at least, not at once. most of them grab one politely and you seem to have enough for all and maybe a few more kids after this, but not until one of them snatches a handful and dashes off. your mouth fell open at the interaction and your bowl of candy was now near-empty. the other kids smile at you apologetically.

"sorry miss, he's a bit of a troublemaker." one of them speaks.

you grin at this, shaking off their worries. "don't you worry! better tell him not to do that again, but go be kids and have fun. don't scare too many people out there!" you nod over at the other side of the street and they all give you heart-warming smiles, content with the advice you gave the. (and the candy of course, bu-)

gently closing the door with a click, you walk back into the kitchen almost having forgotten what heeseung and you were about to do before you were interrupted by those 23 (22) little sweethearts. and to be honest, you probably wouldn't have remembered tonight with the thought of those kids, if it wasn't for heeseung staring you with love-filled eyes. your eyes slightly widen and the blush you were able to quickly rid of now found its way back onto your face, maybe even stronger than before. you shake your head and decide to ignore the... obviously lovestruck boy as you grab more candy to fill the shallow bowl. (and your heart maybe)

for some reason, the bag of candy was in your cupboard on the top shelf- one you couldn't reach. you glance at heeseung and contemplate asking for help but once you see him still staring at you, not having said a word you decide it's probably better to struggle than to confront whatever's going on between the both of you.

you stand on your tippytoes in order to reach but no avail. only when you grunted in frustration like you always do, heeseung snaps out of it and realises you're trying to grab the bag of candy. he shifts and you hear him do so, so before he could approach you and mock you again you turn around and stare him down. a few seconds of silence pass.

"....i can hel-" at last, he tries to break the silence-

"no-!,, no! it's fine, i'm a strong independant woman i can DO this!" you exclaim and turn back around, ready for take two.

"no really i ca-"

"no i've got this!" you don't even bother to turn around, to stubborn to let him help you.

"listen-"

you don't listen to him and climb onto the counter to reach the bag of candy. he gasps out and reaches for your back as you turn, still on your knees on the counter. grinning in victory, you wave the bag of candy in front of his face and sit on the counter proudly.

"that was... dangerous. and also the most you-thing i've ever seen." he states, rubbing at his temples.

you snicker, "oh really?", you decide to sit on the counter and grab a lollipop from the bag, unwrapping it and popping it into your mouth while you swing your legs. "so i'm dangerous?"

heeseung looks up at you and tilts his head. this girl was going to drive him mad. he steps closer to your figure that's sat on the counter. "give me some time to think about that one...." he trails off, staring you down.

you freeze and gawk at him, the rate your heart's beating at rapidly increasing as the tension dawns upon you.

heeseung leans just a tad closer, now putting his hands on either side of you, trapping you. he straightens his posture but lets himself be at the same proximity, your legs almost touching his lower stomach as they dangle off of the rim of the marble.

you take the lollipop out of your mouth and he glances down at your lips, licking his own. you let your hand lay over his, and he shoots a quick look to the unexpected extra warmth. your hand slides up all the way onto his shoulder. he leans even closer and you do too, your arm wrapping around his neck and playing with the hairs as his nose brushes against yours. his eyes flutter shut at the sensation and he sucks in a deep breath as you internally panic at what's about to happen. opening his eyes one last time, he makes eye contact with you as you softly mutter out a "kiss me".

and he does. he shuts his eyes and closes the gap between the two of you. his arms wrap around your waist and he continues passionately, starting to smile into the kiss. you kiss him back just as passionately which makes his heart swell with more love for you, something he realises didn't know was possible.

knock knock!

you break the kiss and he immediately chases your lips for more, letting out a low whine. smiling at him, you lean your forehead against his. you start, "i think i should go open the door," "and i think you shouldn't" he replies in a sulky way, almost too quickly. "hee...." you look at him lovingly and caress the back of his neck and hair with your hand. he gives you his doe eyes once more before sighing and nodding in agreement, "yeah, okay. you looked cute when talking to those kids anyway" you glance down shyly, about to hop off of the counter. but as you try to do this, lee heeseung stops you, steals one last chaste kiss and your long-forgotten lollipop with it.

"go on. i'll wait, i'll take this in the meantime though." he raises his brows teasingly and gestures towards the stolen lollipop. "if i can't get kisses i'll take whatever i have left of you. it's only fair."

you roll your eyes playfully and hop off of the counter, making your way to the door. swinging it open, you are left alone to your surprise.

"huh?", you quickly checked around the corners, "i swear someone knocked on the door just now?"

heeseung took the lollipop out of his mouth with a pop! and walked up to you with a frown on his face. "i did too? that's strange,"

and you're glad you decided to check the corners once more, because you see the same mischievous kid who stole nearly all your candy run off in the opposite direction, giggling to himself. you didn't know whether to thank him for allowing heeseung and you to have this moment, or to curse him for also ruining it. you click your tongue and close the door with a grin.

"so there was no one there?" the lovesick boy inquiered over your shoulder, your back still turned to him. you hear him chuck something as you answer.

"nope," you sigh out and turn around, facing him.

"....so we're all alone again?"

"heesEUN-" but before you could finish your sentence, he had already pinned you against the door, leaving no time for you to take a breath as he immediately kisses you again.

hi hi! mika here. so, my writing style has changed quite a lot i guess.... i wanted to post something but didn't have any time and now i'm too late for halloween. hope you can enjoy this anyway, not proofread lol so sorry! it's an old draft as you can see, not sure what i was thinking lol

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limerental · 8 months

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it's reading and reccing my own old fic o clock!!

hands on my waist, do it softly is a geralt/jaskier/eskel pwp fic i wrote in august 2020 but featuring witchers that are afab and genderless and f!jaskier

to be invited in is a post-canon yenralt fic written around halloween 2020 where they live an addams family adjacent life in an eclectic old house haunted by creatures and full of found family

where my marbles went is a geraskier fic written in october 2021 featuring geralt helping an aging jaskier through a bipolar manic episode

with such sugar'd words is a book and show canon-blending merihart 5+1 written march 2021

#my fic #witcher fic

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lgcrp · 3 months

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sotangledupinit · 2 years

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free fallin’

annnnd here’s my second fic for @cssns! it’s a rework of a fic i did for cs halloweek 2021 so i hope you like my changes and are ready for another multi-chapter fic! :D

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SUMMARY: On a dark and stormy Halloween night 27 years ago, five people stepped onto an elevator. They never stepped off. Now 28, Emma Swan and her son Henry work together to discover what caused her parents and the other inhabitants to suddenly disappear. //rewrite of previous work, expanded to a multi-chapter.

RATING: T for teen, though there’s some graphic descriptions of horror elements in the first chapter.

WORD COUNT: 7084 words

TAGS: Tower of Terror AU, Captain Swan, CSSNS 22

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi! some of this may seem familiar to you if you read my original story for CS Halloweek 2021, but i've changed some things, added stuff, and reworked it better to be a multi-chapter fic. so yay! based on the theme park attraction Tower of Terror at Walt Disney World as well as the 1997 film starring Kirsten Dunst of the same name (and inspired by the same attraction).

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“Are you absolutely certain you’re okay with this?” David asks one more time. He stands besides Mary Margaret, each of them slowly shrugging their coats on as their eyes stare at their daughter as if memorizing her every feature.

“Yes, we can always bring Emma with us so you can enjoy the party too!” Mary Margaret agrees, hands reaching out towards her baby girl.

Granny Lucas shakes her head, adjusting the baby on her hip. A single woman since her early twenties, Granny’s exteriors are rough and stern. She’s had to put up with more malarky than is right but it molded her to be fierce and stand her ground. Once she glares in their direction, David and Mary Margaret know they’ve lost their fight. “Absolutely not,” she says. “When was the last time the two of you had a date night? Emma’s just turned one – you two need some time alone. As a couple.”

David sighs, buttoning up his coat. “I have my pager on me. Beep me and I’ll call right away.” He takes Mary Margaret’s red scarf from their coat rack and wraps it around his wife’s neck.

“And I’ll have my cell phone in my purse. I also left the numbers for the hotel and the party on the refrigerator.” She rushes over to Granny and presses a featherlight kiss to her daughter’s forehead, smiling softly. “I love you, Emma.”

She feels David approach behind her and he places one hand on her back and the other cradle’s Emma’s head. “We really don’t mind bringing –”

“Go.” Granny’s exasperation pours through her voice. Her feet bring her to the front door of the apartment the couple lives in. Opening it brings in the chilly October air that hung in the hallway of the building. “I have Emma handled. I did raise three children and a granddaughter all by myself. Emma’s a breeze.” The couple looks at each other, still hesitant as they stand in their threshold. “Regina’s going to be mad if you’re late to her party.”

They kiss their daughter goodbye once more, giving themselves the extra second to cherish the moment, and then thank Granny before leaving.

Regina sighs as she stands at the reception desk of the lobby. The man behind the counter – Liam, his nametag says – is on the phone with the hotel’s house band. The one she booked months in advance for the Halloween party didn’t find it worth their effort to show up. Taking a sip of her champagne, her red lipstick leaves a mark on her glass and she figures she can get a refill once she gets back upstairs, barring no further problems.

Full moons brought out the crazies, and, she surmised, bad luck.

A light drizzle painted the street just beyond the hotel’s front doors, lights from the Hollywood Hills in the distance looking brighter.

When she became mayor of Storybrooke, it was a rundown ghost town just outside of Los Angeles. Half the shops on main street were closed down and the neighborhoods housed more foreclosures than people. She worked hard to make it the perfect picture of suburbia it is today, with a multitude of locally owned stores and restaurants, excellent schools, and safe, well-run neighborhoods.

Election year is next year and she’s already decided not to run. Nearly thirty years as mayor, yet nothing notable in her personal life.

Well, there always is Mary Margaret and her child. The thought makes her snort into her glass and she searches for a napkin to wipe her chin with. How sad is that thought?

Humidity warms the cool October night making the skin on her arms sticky. She pats at herself and waits for the phone call to end.

“Mayor Mills,” the accented man says. Liam’s dark curls are gelled to styled perfection and as cleanly done as his pressed uniform. She knows from her dealings with Brennan Jones – the years of board meetings and permit approvals and plans being run by her desk for the Hollywood Tower Hotel – that he’s grooming his eldest to take over. Brennan has never been the noblest man to sit with, always looking with one eye to seem sincere but glancing away with his other to check no one can see his crossed fingers behind his back. “The house band is already setting up in the Tip Top Club. If you have any other concerns, please let me know.”

He holds his hand out to shake but Regina turns away instead.

She leaves her empty glass at the counter and makes her way to the bathroom to freshen up. Hair tickles her cheeks and she can already tell the humidity is ruining her carefully crafted look. It’s going to be a dreadfully long night.

Liam waits until Mayor Mills exits the lobby before heading back to the staff lounge. He leaves the front desk in the trusted hands of his assistant manager Starkey and goes in search of peace and quiet for five minutes.

Things have been weird at the hotel since just before the party goers arrived. The storm outside is beginning to pick up and he groans as yet another hallway light flickers. The toilets in the upper floors began to flush by themselves and the card readers for the rooms on the front side of the building stopped working, all by six o’clock. Maintenance isn’t the issue, he reasons. He oversees the building’s maintenance and does what he can with what little leash his father gives him. Where all the issues came from is a mystery to him.

Something isn’t right, something… not natural.

His hand grips the knob of the staff lounge only to find it locked. Groaning, he knocks heavily on the door. “Killian!” he practically hollers. “I need you to open up!”

The dark wood door swings open and Killian stands in its threshold, shirt unbuttoned and tie hanging loose around his neck. It’s unfair that his little brother is a hair taller than him. He recalls when Killian used to ask him to reach up for something on the top shelf or looked to him for protection. For their father being around nearly their entire lives, his presence was consistently absent.

“The door wasn’t locked, brother,” Killian says. Liam ignores the lie on his brother’s lips as the younger Jones steps back to allow him in.

“There’s an issue with the band Mayor Mills hired. The house band is filling in but…”

Killian sighs as he realizes where Liam’s train of thought is going. “But Whale is nowhere to be seen and you need me to fill in?”

“You’re wonderful, little brother. Brilliant, truly.”

“Bloody hell, Liam. I’m 30 and I’m taller than you. I’m younger, but most definitely not little.”

“Now, now. Let’s not turn this into a measuring contest,” Liam chastises, though his amusement cracks his stern exterior. “I do appreciate you giving up your night off.”

“Well,” Killian says with a sigh, rebuttoning his shirt, fixing his tie, and heaving up his guitar case from the corner of the room. “Enjoy this while you can because soon I’ll be on the ocean where you can’t pester me to fill in. By the way, I expect overtime for tonight.”

“Regina!” Mary Margaret calls out. They’ve dropped their scarves and coats at the desk, David’s black suit looking straight out of a catalog and perfect for his Bruce Wayne outfit, her dark blue gown swirling around her ankles creating an elegant Snow White look. She prances over to her stepmother like a fairytale princess in the Disney cartoons and Regina only barely manages to hold in her disgust at the display.

“Well it’s about time you showed up,” she says to the couple. Her eyes dart to David and she teases, “Even your brother arrived on time. Clearly he’s the better twin.”

“You invited my brother?” David groans as they walk together to the elevator.

“You can thank your lovely wife,” Regina says. She rolls her eyes when she sees Liam and another hotel worker waiting at the elevators too.

Mary Margaret fidgets next to her husband, apologetic. Ask forgiveness instead of permission. Regina can’t say she disagrees with that line of thinking. “No one should be alone on a holiday. Especially family.”

“It’s Halloween,” Regina deadpans. The ding of the arriving elevator sounds, putting a stop to the conversation. Liam holds his employee back and lets them board first. The employee holds a large guitar case and, glancing at the eyeliner rimming his eyes and the rings on his fingers, she groans. He better not be part of the band.

“Really,” David whispers to his wife as he enters after Regina and Mary Margaret. “You invited James?!”

“He’s your family,” she hisses back, pasting a pleasant smile on her face as a way of greeting the employees. Moments before the elevator doors close, she spots James coming from the back of the lobby and heading towards the stairs, waving in his direction while David grunts. His brother merely smirks and raises his glass, the metal doors starting to slide close. It’s the most perfect look for anyone dressed as Two-Face.

It really is a toss-up, which brother grates on Regina’s nerves more. Only slightly less holier-than-thou than her stepdaughter, David has the whole shtick down. Animal rescue, helps old ladies cross the street, probably picks up garbage from the gutter.

Ugh, he’s so good it makes her sick.

His twin, on the other hand, couldn’t be more opposite. Poor Ruth Nolan would probably be run into an early grave if she was only raising James. The man is a hellion, is known for collecting paramours, and has an angry streak to make anyone flinch.

Despite her earlier jest, she’d prefer to deal with David any day of the week over his brother. James can take his smirk and glass of liquor and go to hell.

Regina only just barely held back a snarl, making sure it’s the last thing James sees before the doors finally slide shut.

“Mayor Mills,” Liam nods, pressing the button for the Tip Top Club. The elevator begins its ascent with a light jerk. He gives her a nervous glance she pointedly ignores. Clearly Brennan Jones put no investment into his hotel’s transportation if the elevators were still as slow and jerky as when the building originally opened, nearly 90 years before his purchase. “This is my younger brother, Killian. He’s incredibly talented and he’ll be the guitarist of our house band tonight.”

Lovely.

Soft sounds of the music playing from a boombox at the party waft through the elevator shaft as their car quickly approaches its final stop. It's some pop hit that she finds more horrible than Mary Margaret’s hope speeches before election night. Nothing like what her father played growing up in Puerto Rico before moving to Storybrooke.

She opens her mouth to question his decision in bringing aboard his brother, a downright unkempt scoundrel by the looks of it and in no form for the classy Halloween party she’s hosting, but right as the elevator is about to reach the Tip Top Club, their car jerks to a stop.

“What’s happening?” Mary Margaret asks. David rests a comforting hand on her back and Liam looks to his brother before turning to face the elevator panel next to the door.

Finger just inches away, a purple electric shock shoots out of the panel and gets Liam. Killian is quick to jerk him back and the second he does, the lights go out.

Darkness envelops them, their breaths caught in their throat as no one says a word. The emergency lights lining the ceiling are useless as they refuse to turn on. It’s only when there’s a flicker, just the smallest bit with a tint of purple to its glow, that the elevator lurches then drops into a free fall.

Screams erupt in the elevator car. Regina sees the couple next to her in each other’s arms and the brothers on the other side clinging to the rails of the car. Her stomach is in her throat and her hair rises as her body falls. The last thing she sees before their elevator crashes is a flash of purple light.

27 years later…

Emma stares at her son, her eyebrow raised and lips pressed into a thin line, waiting for his answer.

Henry only grins back at her, a small gap between his front teeth.

“Your teacher… who I grew up with… assigned you to write a story about the Hollywood Tower Hotel?”

He fidgets in his seat and her eyes narrow. In turn, he becomes stock still with his gaze wide-eyed. He even refuses to breathe. Got him.

“Okay, so Miss French didn’t actually assign me the Hollywood Tower Hotel. I chose it.”

Emma stares at him in disbelief. “…Why?”

Their history with the infamous hotel is well known around the Los Angeles area but most especially in Storybrooke, where nearly all of its inhabitants knew her parents. It’s part of why she ran away from her Uncle James when she was sixteen. And part of why she hesitated greatly when contemplating moving back almost a year ago.

Grandma Ruth had been too distraught by losing her son that she wasn’t fit to take in Emma when she was a baby. Despite Granny’s attempts to take care of her, she wasn’t blood so Uncle James took her in. Though, he was far from a parent. No rules, little guidance, and an absence of fatherly love meant Emma became self-sufficient before she was ten. It hurts now, to look at her son at the same age and know that she was practically living on her own. Uncle James was more a body that took up space in the living room and who signed school papers until she was able to forge his signature convincingly.

School was another thing entirely.

If there is one thing to be guaranteed, it was that when kids saw an easy target, they pounced, eliciting a thrill from goading their full childhoods and families over her head. She’d been called a freak and a loser but the taunts that hurt the most were the ones calling her unlovable and an orphan.

Those ones were true.

At first she tried to combat the bullies by telling her teachers. That gave the incidents more fanfare and opened her up to even more bullying outside school grounds. So in fourth grade, she taught herself how to throw a punch.

The only bullies who bothered her after that were the ones brave enough to say something to her face. Somehow, the whispers that started up behind her back afterwards hurt more.

“We had to pick a moment in history and create a story from it so why not one about our family?” He shrugs his shoulders, leaving Emma dumbfounded. She forgets her son hasn’t been affected the same way she has, that the fated night doesn’t haunt his every quiet moment like it does hers.

The happenings at the Hollywood Tower Hotel on Halloween night 27 years ago have become the stuff of legends. More than one amateur sleuth has traveled far to see the hotel up close and solve the mystery of how the two elevator shafts protruding from the front of the building suddenly disappeared that night, taking five people along with them.

Ghosts, curses, aliens – you name it, every few months someone shows up claiming to know the truth of what happened but none have been proven real. Moving out of Storybrooke didn’t allow her an escape from the shadow that encased her life. She’s been dodging requests from reporters to talk about the event for her entire life. They hunted her down in Storybrooke before she left, when she was still just a kid, and then followed her to Tallehasse and Phoenix and Boston and everywhere in between. Every once and a while, a brother of one of the occupants will pop up and ask for anyone who knows the truth to come forward with information, but it all leads to dead ends.

Honestly, the whole thing feels like an episode straight out of the Twilight Zone.

“Henry,” she begins, mind searching for the right words to say. “I don’t know if this is a good idea…”

Her son gets up from his chair and comes to stand beside hers, face set in determination. “Maybe we can solve this mystery together.”

Let it be known that Emma will do anything for her kid. Even if it means standing outside of the hotel her parents disappeared from so Henry can get a vibe of the place for his writing assignment.

“I know you and Grace have snuck out of her house and come here before,” she says as she leans against the cement fencing that lines the property. A wide wrought iron gate sits at the entrance, kept closed with a rusted chain and lock. The plants around the property are overgrown and she sees weeds popping out from cracks in the cement. She thinks the original owner died some years ago but can’t be certain. If it’s not news about her parents, she looks the other way.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he evades. Standing on the tips of his toes, he tries to see beyond a particularly wild bush at the edge of the driveway just beyond the gate. His brow furrows when he doesn’t find what he expects.

A breeze blows through the trees and down the driveway, leaving Emma with a chill. Her son seems unaffected and a part of her wonders if it’s her mind getting to her.

People who have snuck onto the property or inspected it to solve the mystery swear the hotel is haunted. They share stories of unexplainable events taking place on the deserted property and supernatural occurrences, both of which make Emma snort. Things like ghosts and magic and vampires – ugh, that theory in particular, one where the inhabitants of the elevator became vampires and turned the hotel into their private bat cave, grinds her gears – are not real.

“Do you have everything you need?” she asks, shifting from foot to foot, eyes refusing to look at the hotel any longer.

Henry bites his lip as he looks up at her. “Can you tell me again what happened that night?”

She sighs. It’s not a story she likes repeating, especially since most of it is secondhand information. “Mayor Mills was throwing a Halloween Ball in the Tip Top Club. My parents, Mayor Mills, and two other people boarded an elevator to go to the club. There was a storm, the entire city lost electricity, and when the lights came back on a minute later, the elevator shafts disappeared, leaving no trace of anyone who was inside.”

“You know,” a young voice says behind her. She turns quickly, surprised to see a guy, not much older than 18, behind her with keys in his hands. He has sharp blue eyes and his brown hair is parted down the middle, the ends brushing his ears. A thin frame, his Hollywood Tower Hotel blazer hangs large on him. He gives her a nervous smile, “A lot of people claimed my papa cut corners getting the hotel fixed, that things weren’t working correctly and there were wiring issues. Which, I guess could be true, but that doesn’t explain the elevators disappearing and no debris.”

“You’re the owner’s son,” Emma guesses. She crosses her arms, eyeing him warily.

“I am.” He directs his attention to Henry who is watching the man in awe. “See the scorch marks on the outside of the building there?” His finger points to the front façade, burn marks in two identical vertical lines permanently staining the building. “That’s the only evidence left of that night.”

“Wow,” Henry says. Running back to the gate, his face pushes between the spaces and he fixes his gaze on the marks.

Emma eyes the newcomer, stepping into his eyeline so he can’t see her son. “Unless you’ve got an issue with us standing on the street, we’re good here. I don’t need you to put ideas in my kid’s head.”

The young man looks confused, mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out what to say. “But you – you emailed me?”

Shaking her head, she immediately responds, “No I didn’t.”

Henry jumps away from the gate with a grin. He stands beside Emma and looks up at the man. “That’s because I did! Liam Jones, right? This is my mom. She’s Emma Nolan.”

Liam nods, his cheeks red, and says, “I actually go by LJ, not Liam.” Emma raises her eyebrow at this. He gestures to the building and shrugs, sighing, “I was born about seven years after that night, named after one of my brothers who disappeared then. But it’s weird, right? I kind of felt like my papa was trying to replace him with me.”

She swallows, nodding her head. “I’m sorry.”

LJ waves off her apologies and approaches the gate, flicking through the keys. “So you wanted a tour?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Emma and Henry turn to face each other. She glares as much as she can at her son but he has his eyes wide, his hands clasped together, and – crap – he just stuck out the bottom lip.

The chains rattle as LJ removes them from the gate, Henry hot on his heels with every move.

“So you still own the hotel?” he asks him, pointing at the embroidered jacket he wears.

LJ nods. Creaking from lack of use, the gates open to the winding drive up the hill to the front doors of the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Sunlight beams through the breaks in the overgrowth and for a moment, Emma understands all the hype about the place in its heyday. There’s a peace that settles over her shoulders, like she’s in a long-lost private garden, and she takes a deep breath in.

Reality crashes down as LJ starts talking again, leading Henry up the drive with Emma following behind.

“Papa closed it for the investigation to see what happened to my brothers. It took years. Police investigated him and the property for faulty construction issues. Some people thought he demolished the two elevator shafts in order to expand, but there was no debris so that was ruled out. He was so broken up by everything – the disappearance, the investigation – that he vowed the hotel should not be opened again until the mystery of what happened that night is solved or my brothers are found.”

Emma trips on one particular crack in the driveway and the gravel breaks under her foot. “How can you afford to pay taxes and… maintenance?” A quick look around makes her wonder if any maintenance has actually been done, but the front of the hotel appears before her eyes and she gasps softly.

It’s one thing to see the glitz and the glam of a luxury hotel in photos but it’s another to see it in real life. A covered walkway with arches leads up to the front doors, mosaic tile covering the floors of the outside. The chairs on the patio on either side of the doors offer an unobstructed view of the Hollywood Hills with the Hollywood sign looking picturesque. She bets the backside of the hotel offers remarkable views of the Santa Monica Bay.

“Papa made a trust to pay for the upkeep. Plus I’m in school for mechanics and learning some building maintenance as I study. Things are a little dusty, but the lights still work. I can give you a tour,” LJ offers and Emma shakes her head.

“Oh no,” she starts. Her hands go out to grasp Henry by the shoulders before he can move inside and she shakes her head. “We are going to stay right out here.”

Henry eyes her suspiciously. “Why can’t we go in? Are you scared of ghosts?”

Emma represses the shudder that goes through her body at glancing up and seeing the empty lobby in front of her. The thought of being in the same place as her parents last were before they disappeared leaves an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

“I’m not scared,” she says to Henry. “Let’s just walk around the outside, okay? I bet there’s spiders in there.” She only feels a little bit bad when Henry shakes his whole body and sticks by her side, but sometimes she has to do what’s needed.

LJ leads them around the hotel, pointing out little details in the railings or on the tiles. She tunes most of it out, knowing her son is sucking it all up like the curious sponge he is. Instead, her breath is taken by the view of the water from the back porch, drawing her from the group.

The water glistens, far enough away that she can’t hear the waves but the sight still leaves her stunned.

“Awesome, isn’t it?” LJ says with a grin a few moments later. She nods, stepping closer to the railing and lets the sight roll over her shoulders in calming waves. What it must have been like, to be a guest here when everything was grand and to have this room from the hotel room. Incredible.

When she turns around though, LJ is just a few feet behind her but Henry is nowhere to be found.

“Henry?” she calls out. LJ follows suit, both of them looking for her son but he doesn’t appear at her voice. Her heart starts pounding and she wonders if the same thing that caused her parents to disappear so long ago just did the same to her son.

Curtains billowing in the wind catch her eye and Emma frantically makes her way over. The door to the hotel is slightly ajar, the cool breeze sweeping off the porch and into the back seating area leading to a number of hallways. She cautiously steps through, looking behind her to check with LJ, before fully entering.

Dust and cobwebs cover the furniture. Books are strewn on coffee tables, bags and suitcases are still piled on the luggage carts, and flowers long dead remain in the vases. “I thought you did routine maintenance?” she questions with a raised eyebrow, unamused.

LJ’s bashful look is accompanied by a scratch at his jawline. “It’s more wiring and keeping up with the electrical and pipes than cleaning…”

She hums, rolling her eyes and continues calling her son’s name. The front lobby is in much of the same state as the back and she looks for indents in the dust or a sign that something’s been moved. A glass on the reception desk glints from the sunlight beaming through the tall windows above the front doors and she can still make out the dark red lipstick staining the rim.

Glancing behind the check-in desk proves to be a waste with still no sign of Henry and her heart rate ticks up again. A chill is settling in her bones the longer she’s in the lobby and she studiously avoids the elevator shafts in the middle of the floor.

“Mom?” Henry calls out, voice scared and wobbly.

“Henry?!” Emma replies, pushing herself away from the counter and rushing around the corner. She hears music, like a boombox playing in another room, but when she runs through the tall white doors in the hall, she enters an empty ballroom and sees no boombox, no radio, not even a band. She calls her son’s name again but hears no response.

She feels the sensation of a breath along the back of her neck before she hears the voice in her ear.

“Welcome to the Hollywood Tower Hotel,” a deep voice says from behind her. Emma jumps in sudden fright and lets out a quick scream before her fight instincts kick in. In an instant, she reaches for one of the centerpieces on a nearby table, a heavy glass vase filled with flowers that have been long dead. She readies her arm as she turns around but there’s no one behind her when she looks. No door is swinging and no footsteps echo in the space.

The tension that coiled in her back keeps her body rimrod straight and straining. She eyes the empty ballroom and struggles to keep the quick succession of her breaths quiet. Though she desperately wants to call for her son, she worries any sudden noise could send danger in his direction. A chill runs down her arms to her fingertips and she tightens her grip on the vase.

A table cloth just a few paces over flutters in an imaginary wind and Emma feels the presence first. Pivoting, she immediately spots a handsome man standing in the middle of the ballroom, dressed in an impeccable bellhop’s uniform, the deep red complimenting his light skin and dark hair. He smirks at her, not afraid to show his enjoyment in the cat and mouse game he’s started, and he stands up straighter, arms behind his back.

She swallows hard at the image, a far cry from what the man – one of the Jones’ – looked like in photographs, vase still held high, as unease settles in her stomach. A wicked glint enters the man’s eye right as she opens her mouth to question him, but his words bet her to it.

“Checking in?” he asks, the devil on his lips and staining his words, smirk widening as he pulls a butcher’s knife dripping with blood from behind his back.

Holding back a scream, Emma tosses the vase with all her might.

Only for it to land right at his feet.

He clicks his tongue, chastising. “That hurts, love.”

The man, sin draped in red, starts a slow approach towards her and she immediately puts a table between them. Demands for Henry’s whereabouts rest on the tip of her tongue and she steels herself to face the man down when she hears her name echo from the hallway. The man’s brow furrows as his attention is momentarily taken by Henry’s yell and she uses it to her advantage.

With all her might, she pushes the table forward and straight towards the man. She doesn’t wait to see the impact, instead immediately turning on her heel and rushing out the white doors, leaving a cacophony of crashes in her wake.

Emma runs through the hallways, yelling out Henry’s name in quick intervals, her voice frantic and on the verge of becoming hoarse. He calls back to her, more frightened than she’s ever heard before, and she nearly barrels through the wall as she rushes into the kitchen.

“Henry!” she cries in relief, rushing over to hug him and falling to her knees in the process. He stands still in shock as she wraps her arms around him. Relief floods her system and she kisses his cheeks, murmuring how she’s happy she’s found him but that they have to leave. Except he doesn’t move. “Henry?” She pulls away from her embrace and examines his face, pale and sweaty. His breathing is as quick as hers and his eyes seem fixed on a point beyond her shoulder.

Standing up straight and turning to face whatever has her son in a trace, Emma immediately knows why.

Sunshine filters through two windows on the far wall of the kitchen as if putting a spotlight on the long stainless steel rolling table in the middle of the room. A lone figure lays on it, white sheet covering their body with one arm hanging loose. An uneaten apple rests precariously in the figure’s hand, blood dripping from the fruit onto the figure’s fingertips and down to a growing puddle on the floor.

“Let’s get out of here, kid.” Despite speaking in a whisper, it’s as if her words shatter the delicate calm over the room for not a moment passes before the figure sits up straight without effort. Emma and Henry scream in terror, jumping back but unable to tear their eyes from the sight before them despite her efforts to push her kid behind her.

Emma knows that figure.

Dressed in a dark gown with a matching black corset situated on top, the tall collar of the dress nearly reaches the figure’s ears. The vibrant red lipstick, their trademark, makes this figure – this Evil Queen – unmistakeable.

She’s studied the photos of the disappeared enough to recognize Regina Mills when she sees her, be it through photographs or in this… projection of sorts. The last photo of the former mayor of Storybrooke had been by Sydney Glass for the newspaper and it was taken right here, in the kitchens of the Hollywood Tower Hotel.

Emma knows the photo well. It was a posed shot, the mayor’s perfectly poised persona coming through in every shot as if being photographed by Vogue instead of the Storybrooke Mirror. The kitchen photo was of Regina leaning over an apple bite, a sampling on a fork hovering in the air on its way to her mouth. The piece in the newspaper was supposed to be about how Regina made her own desserts for the charity Halloween ball, her famous apple pie chief among them. The perfect kind of writeup for someone preparing to run again.

This Regina feels like a completely different person from the one she imagined through the photos. This one has a wicked grin and a narrowed gaze, portraying the perfect villain for a storybook tale.

Her voice runs like a smooth velvet down their spines as she inquires, “Won’t you stay for a bite?”

The wicked grin transforms into a sickly-sweet smile on her lips and Regina lifts her arm, long fingernails painted a shiny black adorning her blood-stained fingers and brings the dripping apple to her lips. She tilts her head at Emma and Henry who stare at her in shock and takes a large chunk out of it. In an instant, both Regina and the apple sizzle.

The apple rots before their eyes, turning as black as Regina’s nails, melting into her hand and sliding in large wet chucks to the floor. The former mayor is next, her skin drooping, cheek growing flaccid until it drops as low as her chin before falling to the metal table, revealing muscle and bone in its wake. Those too begin to droop and melt like the apple had, the sizzling noise growing louder as more of Regina disappears into a puddle.

Her smile, the sickly-sweet one that turns Emma’s stomach, remains on the mayor’s face despite their screams of terror and despite her body literally melting away before her.

Emma and Henry don’t stay long enough to watch the puddle that was Regina drip to the floor.

Her son’s tiny hand clasped in her own, Emma leads the two of them back to the lobby and the only exit she knows. Their lungs burn with fright and fatigue. They only come to a stop once they reach the lobby, their pants filling the silence as they take in the scene before them.

Leaning as far back in his chair as possible is LJ. Absolute terror colors his features and he shakes his head frantically as a womanly figure dances under an isolated cloud in what looks to be acid rain. The water’s green glow shines through the lobby and when she spins, a few raindrops leave her circle and land on the armrest of LJ’s chair, hissing as it burns through to the ground. He pulls his legs up to his chest to make himself as small as possible.

A second figure approaches LJ, a tall gentleman in a tailored suit and perfectly styled blonde hair. His attention is fixated on LJ and when he reaches a hand towards his own head, Emma turns Henry’s shoulders and presses his face against her stomach in anticipation of what’s to come. She’s glad she followed her gut as the moment Henry’s vision is no longer of the scene in front of her, the gentleman pulls his head from his shoulders dropping his hand to his side as the head in its grip continues talking some nonsense about enjoying their stay.

Emma merely gasps out a shuddered breath, feeling like she barely has any air in her lungs left so she can scream.

Oh no, she thinks, that’s my parents.

“A tad dramatic, isn’t it?” an accented voice drawls behind her. She cautiously turns her head in its direction as she holds Henry tighter in her arms. The man from the ballroom stands by the check-in desk looking bored and not as devious as he’d been a few minutes ago. “I prefer the subtle scare,” he continues, lifting his bloodied knife from beneath the desk. Her eyes widen as her breathing staggers again.

Even if she didn’t study their photos so much growing up, she’d know from the captivating blue eyes that this was LJ’s brother. Killian Jones.

There’s been plenty of information about most of the people in the elevator that night. Regina had been mayor for as long as anyone could remember, her parents were staples in the community for their jobs and their volunteer work, and Liam Jones was the eldest of Brennan Jones’ two sons, poised to take over the hotel once their father retired. He’d met with vendors and local residents to ensure smooth relationships, and he captained the many events the hotel entered. His younger brother Killian was a mystery though.

She had nothing to go off of when it came to him, making him the most terrifying of everything she’s seen tonight.

Liam Jones walks out from one of the employee back rooms decked out in his fully Hollywood Tower Hotel uniform and shakes his head at Killian. “Be honest with the lass, little brother. You’re just mad those two have finally upstaged you.”

The elder of the two plucks the knife from Killian’s lax grip and holds it up for inspection. Emma feels the moment Liam’s eyes peer at her just over the bloodied metal.

He points the knife at her. “This yours?”

Emma doesn’t know if he’s asking after the ownership of the knife or its blood but she’s had enough. Adrenaline is leaving her body at a fast pace and she will not allow her son to be trapped inside this god forsaken place.

It’s been years since she’s picked up Henry in her arms but she does so in an instant with a strength she didn’t know she possessed. His body is wrecked with tremors and he clutches tighty to her shirt, his legs wrapping around her waist without hesitation as he buries his face into her neck. She cradles him to her chest as she rushes back out to the patio, around the hotel, and to the driveway, only glancing back at LJ once to see him scrambling from his seat and rushing after them.

The Hollywood Tower Hotel glooms over them from the sidewalk like a proud enemy declaring victory. It makes her sick.

“What the hell was that?!” Emma yells the moment she regains enough breath to do so. Her side is in stitches and her fingers shake uncontrollably. She can’t help but bend at her waist as she takes in her son. Tears have stopped rolling down Henry’s cheeks, the drying tracks the only sign of his fear, and he stares up at the hotel in deep thought.

He’s going to need so much therapy after this.

“How could you let him go in there?!” she continues, glaring at LJ. He leans back against the cement fencing, sweaty and pale with wide eyes.

“I-I didn’t know it was haunted!”

“It’s your hotel! You do the maintenance!”

“Yeah, I can do it all from the outside!” LJ shrieks. “I’ve never been brave enough to go in before!”

The admittance sits on her chest like a heavy weight. All three of them entered the situation in the dark, no knowledge of what to expect. If Emma knew what horrors laid on the other side of the gate, she would have hauled Henry back to his room immediately.

For the rumors and paranormal investigators that followed her for her entire life, she guesses they weren’t wrong.

So maybe the Hollywood Tower Hotel is haunted. And not by any regular ghosts but by her parents and the others in the elevator.

“We have to go back in and help them!”

She looks away from LJ to stare at her son incredulously. “What are you talking about?!”

Henry seems to be taking things in stride as he presses his face through the gate again, eyes fixated on the hotel. “We have to help the ghosts.”

“I think they’re beyond wanting help, kid,” Emma says. She straightens up slowly and with a wince, the pull in her side from carrying Henry down the hilly drive becoming more prominent. “They literally just scared us out of the building. Or tried to kill us, take your pick.”

A frustrated sigh leaves his lips and Emma already feels her resolve waning. Ghosts are not real. This is not real. None of this can be happening. It all sounded so crazy.

She closes her eyes and pinches her arm long and hard, hoping that when she opens her eyes, she’ll wake in her bed. When she opens her eyes, she’s agitated to see herself still outside the hotel.

“Come on, you heard all the stories about Grandma and Grandpa!” Henry explains. “They wouldn’t act like that! Maybe something bad is keeping them there and they’re trying to stop anyone else from being stuck.”

LJ is still as white as, well, a ghost. He eyes the two of them wearily and shakes his head. “Be my guest,” he says, tossing his arm towards the hotel, “but I am not going back in there.”

“Henry,” Emma starts gently. “We don’t know them. Maybe they were like that and played cruel jokes on people when they were alive.” His lip wobbles at her words and she does her best to steel herself. She doesn’t think she can face her parents again either, not if they’re bitter ghosts who live to frighten the daylights out of anyone they see. “They scared us. I don’t want to help them.”

Henry shakes his head, turning away from Emma to gaze up at the building through the fencing. “Maybe they’re just scared too.”

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Halloween Fics Masterlist 4

part one, part two, part three

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn't like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn't part of the team.

a day in the life (ao3) - powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) steve/bucky E, 20k

Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

An Army Of Red (ao3) - MidnightShadeux frank/matt N/R, 42k

Summary: Foggy is ecstatic that people are dressing as Daredevil for Halloween. Matt and Frank are not.

Black Velvet (ao3) - royal_chandler steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: It's Halloween and Tony does too much of a remarkable job with Steve's costume.

Black Widow's Trick or Treat (ao3) - RABunzai clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Otherwise known as five (or six) times someone went dressed as the Black Widow to a Halloween party and the one time Natasha (accidentally) did.

bleed me dry (ao3) - crobby mj/peter M, 5k

Summary: “Okay, okay,” Peter concedes, “We’ll go to this so-called 'haunted house' on Halloween night at 10 o’clock to make it as spooky as possible. Meet at Flash’s house before? I’m assuming we can’t just take a subway there.”

“Yep,” Flash says, “It’s on a hill in the middle of a field.” he lowers his voice, “Where no one can hear you scream.”

The entire group laughs because what is this, some kind of cheap horror movie?

Betty snorts. “The only screaming will be from you when you see a rat and flip your shit, Flash.”

—

or, peter parker learns the meaning of fear.

Costume Party (ao3) - Fake_Ruby mj/shuri T, 1k

Summary: MJ and Shuri go to a costume party.

Ghouls Night Out (ao3) - seabird7 G, 638

Summary: “Anyway. So you show up at my trailer door in a Hulk costume—”

“Yeah, because they were all out of Captain Americas.”

“—asking me to go trick or treating with you.”

gives my hands the shape of angels (ao3) - GreyishBlue bucky/clint E, 4k

Summary: Halloween has always been Clint and Bucky’s favorite holiday. Since they moved in and started celebrating it together, every year has gotten more elaborate. Their apartment is strewn in decorations, practically dripping black and orange, bats and spider webs clinging to every spare corner.

Now with a continuation, the boys weren't done with me or these outfits. I apologize for nothing.

Halloween (ao3) - captainodonewithyou lincoln/daisy M, 5k

Summary: Lincoln and Daisy investigate an odd reading in a spooky old house that might just be haunted.

Halloween (ao3) - Axolotl7 phil/melinda, leo/jemma, lance/bobbi G, 13k

Summary: "The party was a good idea, Phil. The team needed it." She needed it too. Maybe more than he knows.

There's just one notable person missing that leaves a hole in her heart. She sighs softly, hopes he misses the maudlin route her thoughts have taken. She really does miss Daisy.

Halloween Accidents (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles darcy/brock E, 15k

Summary: Anonymous requested: "I wish you would write a fic where Darcy unexpectedly runs into Brock while he's undercover and to keep her from speaking and blowing his cover he kisses her."

Halloweenie 2021: Trick or Treat (ao3) - meepmorpperaltiago mj/peter G, 370

Summary: May babysits Peter and MJ’s son and he shows her his Halloween costume – adorableness ensues!

Halloween Menagerie (ao3) - KaleidoscopeEyez, LunarDust loki/sylvie T, 6k

Summary: It’s Halloween, and the Avengers have all gathered at the Sanctum Sanctorum for their annual Hulk-o-ween party. But after a shapeshifting spell goes wrong, it’s up to Loki and Sylvie to set things right.

Halloween Traditions (ao3) - MalevolentLighthouse G, 200

Summary: Pumpkin carving with the Barton family.

Love Bites (ao3) - wmblake harley/peter T, 1k

Summary: Harley expects Halloween to pass how it does most years: he watches as many horror movies as he can (usually bad ones) and hands out candy when kids knock on his door. Peter knocks on his door dressed as a vampire, and the night goes kind of differently. He doesn't end up paying so much attention to the horror movies.

Midgardian Costums (ao3) - Ruquas bruce/thor G, 516

Summary: While many Midgardian customs were strange, Thor found this one was one of the more wonderful ones.

The Lexa to my Clarke (ao3) - angstydisaster yelena/kate T, 2k

Summary: College AU where Yelena attends a Halloween party, dressed up as Clarke Griffin, and keeps getting told that her girlfriend has arrived? But she doesn't have a girlfriend? What are they talking about?

Tis Just a Fright (ao3) - Anonymous G, 671

Summary: Tony takes his sons to the Halloween Fair.

Trick or treating (myself to you) (ao3) - butter_boi tony/stephen E, 1k

Summary: I find a bottom Stephen underappreciated. Yes, I know it is July, but I made a Halloween Ironstrange fanfiction anyway. And why not put Stephen in a nurse costume with an incredibly horny Tony? First time writing an actual story, so I hope this goes well. Enjoy the chaos.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #halloween #halloween masterlist

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I'm somewhere in Alaska / I'm iced out, get ghost, now I look like Casper (Best of Young Slo-Be)

Young Slo-Be - ‘Real Luv’ (July 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘Play Me’ ( July 2019) Young Slo-Be & Bris - ’21:42’ (September 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘Trife’ (October 2019) Young Slo-Be - ‘G-Way’ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be ft Bris, EBK Young Joc & EBK Juvie Ju - ‘This Ain’t Nun New’ (July 2020) Young Slo-Be - ‘1AM in Stockton’ (August 2020) Mac J ft EBK Young Joc & Young Slo-Be - ‘Minswell’ (November 2020) Young Slo-Be - ‘NGH’ (March 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Shay Shay’ (April 2021) Young Slo-Be - 'Southeast Demons' (June 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Stay On Point’ (October 2021) Young Slo-Be - ‘Nike’ (January 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Black Heart Dead Rose’ (March 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Ricky’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be ft DaBoii - ‘Ouwee’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Pony’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘HoodStar’ (June 2022) Young Slo-Be - ‘Blast It’ (June 2022) Tr3yway6k, Young Slo-Be, EBK Young Joc & YoungThreat - ‘South Central 2 South East’ (July 2022)

Stockton's Young Slo-Be should have lived long enough to be a star. He already rapped like one before he was murdered, aged just 29, in August last year.

Instead, we get the life half-lived, the music cut off somewhere on its ascent, the peak hidden just beyond the next bend. Against a life, it's scant consolation.

Yet what music it was. At its best: raw and magnetic and mesmerising in a way that so much music fails to be. More should be written about it. Slo-Be's last album alone had moments where his powers as a rapper reached new heights. 'Hoodstar' plays out like a whirlpool- an artist circling around a ruin that he knew could be his own and rapping like it. Then there's 'Blast It'- somehow more still and yet even more desperate. Its title lyric sounds like a resignation to constant peril. In the verses, the betrayals by close friends and the loss of others, even family scars, linger and smart. It's a departure, in other words, from the nihilism of 'Minswell'- a track as wonderfully detached as the slurred read of its hook.

But the range was always there. 'Real Luv'- one of the first Slo-Be tracks I heard- was an early indicator of his ability to find the pockets in a pitched-up sample, and make something genuinely catchy in the process. Yet tonally it was a million miles away from Slo-Be's other tracks. 'Trife', also from 2019, was an early sketch of his environment's relentless cycles, '...still in the hood, still buying pounds, still buying these pounds...'. Slo-Be sounded almost regretful about being all in. It didn't detract from the venom of his delivery- the production on 'Nike' is as precarious as footsteps on a highwire but Slo-Be seems to have had that talent of rapping softly and fearlessly so that he never falls off it, and in the process ratchets up the tension to unbearable levels. Later in the catalogue, the words tumble out to completely different effect on 'Black Heart Dead Rose', where his lyrics seem filled with genuine frustration and bitterness.

His voice, in all of these tracks, compels you to listen. It was a voice that had so much more to say.

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Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#one piece - 2,142 posts

#wurm.queue - 712 posts

#csm - 710 posts

#chainsaw man - 656 posts

#wurm.txt - 451 posts

#sanji - 377 posts

#wurm.q - 304 posts

#mp100 - 267 posts

#uta - 262 posts

#mob psycho 100 - 253 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#seriously it's been like all of puberty 2 and then a random alice glass song and world is mine because uta has to have miku on her playlist

My Top Posts in 2022:

wake up friends, Halloween Uta just dropped from Oda!

231 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

Cheering Up Their S/O (Katakuri + Law x GN!Reader)

Request: katakuri or law headcanons on how they'd cheer their partner up when they're feeling bad?

Word count: 0.9k One Piece Master List

CW: SFW, fluff, reader is feeling down

Notes: for @undying-gayboy, I hope you like them! This is my first time doing head canons so hope these turned out ok :) Read this work on AO3!

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239 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Sunrise | New Day (Sanji x F!Reader)

Summary: "Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at you, not buying your half-assed excuse for a moment. But alas, he decided to humor you. After all, when a woman lies, a real man forgives her."

You awaken early before your crewmates and find yourself hanging out with Sanji while he makes breakfast. Only problem is, you haven't figured out how to process your feelings for him yet.

Word Count: 2.5k One Piece Master List

CW: SFW, Fluff, friends to lovers, terrible lying about your feelings on your part, Sanji may be a simp but you're worse

Notes: I can't stop writing fluff for Sanji, so please enjoy this new sweet offering. :) This work is lightly inspired by the song "Sunrise" by Norah Jones. Follow this work on AO3!

Whether you liked it or not, you were awake.

The black vignette of sleep slowly receded from your vision as you rubbed your eyes. You sat up from your bed and looked out the window towards the vast horizon, the soft glow of the sun awaited to kiss the edge of the sea. It was beautiful and serene. These were the last few hours of peace before the hustle and bustle of the Thousand Sunny would soon awaken.

Beautiful, but far too early for your liking.

You turn to your sleeping compatriots. Robin slept peacefully in her bed, a pair of reading glasses barely hanging from her fingers from her late night reading. Nami was asleep at her desk, arms crossed underneath her face as she laid on top of her latest map. A great feeling of peace washed over you even more than the impending dawn. You had only been a part of the crew for a short time, you became close to your shipmates rather quickly. Friends weren't something that came to you easily and family was a complicated concept to you. But seeing the dreaming faces of your fellow nakama warmed your heart. You quietly left your bed and walked to Robin's side, softly plucking the dangling glasses from her fingertips and setting them on top of the book she was reading. Grabbing the soft throw blanket at the foot of your bed, you gently lay it across Nami's shoulders. You can't imagine sleeping like that was comfortable, but you didn't dare wake her.

Making your way to the vanity, you stare back to your own puffy eyes and messy, tangled hair. Hey, good lookin' , you quipped to yourself. You always had a sleepless, unkempt look about your appearance no matter how much rest you got. You grabbed the worn, baggie hoodie you brought from your home and pulled it over your head, brushing your voluminous waves to one shoulder. You noted the special feeling of being wrapped in something soft to cut the chill of the morning ocean air. Carefully opening the cabin door, you intended to make your way to the washroom. Suddenly, a tall, slender figure appeared from the corner of your eye.

He stood on the stairs, leaning against the wall to light his first cigarette of the day. Radiant blonde hair fell in his face as he lifted his head to take a drag and exhale slowly, opening his brilliant blue eyes. Those same eyes slowly met yours, followed by a head tilt and a soft smile.

"Well, good morning, beautiful. Didn't expect to see you awake this early." Sanji spoke coyly with a dash of pleasant surprise.

Despite what your heart was telling you, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at the compliment. You gesture at your haphazard appearance, "In all my glory".

Sanji chuckled, which made you return a sleepy smile back. "Whatever you say, sunshine. Join me in the kitchen, will ya? I'll make us some coffee."

"Sounds great, be there in a sec." You turned and waved as you made your way to the washroom, slightly holding your breath. As soon as you close the door, you let out a long sigh.

You figured you'd run into him at some point this morning. As the ship's cook, he was often the first crew member awake. He loved his crew just as much as he loved his craft, so he rose early to prep ingredients for the day, check inventory (especially if Luffy was seeming extra devious around the meat stores), and began breakfast for the Strawhats.

You put your face in your hands and squeezed it hard enough for stars to dance around your vision before looking at your beet red complexion in the mirror. Sanji was a chronic flirt with literally every woman with a pulse and two tits. But something about him made your heart flutter and your brain turn to mush. And that feeling made you nauseous. After all, nakama was the name of the game in piracy. And though he drove you crazy (in more ways than one), he was your friend and family above all else. You would much rather be eaten by a Sea King than damage the very precious bond you had with your crew. Cold water slapped your face, hoping to wash away the residual sleepiness and school-girlish infatuation from your eyes. Pull it together, Y/N . Taking one last deep breath, you exit the room and make your way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/N!" Sanji turned towards you as he poured hot water from a kettle. The smell of coffee wafted towards you and you feel your senses come back to life. You take a deep inhale as the warm, caramel aroma fills your lungs. "Give it a few minutes to brew, then I'll pour you a cup."

"Thanks, Sanji", you reply with a smile. "Need any help with breakfast?"

His head turned to you again, eyes a little brighter. You were one of the few crew members he allowed in the kitchen while he worked and the only one he let help him. You never tried to steal food out from under him or pestered him about how hungry you were. You were typically silent, helping clean dishes as they were dirtied or minding the pot while Sanji attended to something else for the meal. You occasionally asked about his cooking techniques, watching with wonder as he effortlessly deglazed a pan or fileted a fish. You'd listen to him talk about the dishes he made, how important it was to care for every ingredient no matter how small. Sometimes, he'd share a story about his time growing up on the Baratie , fondly reminiscing about his teachings from Chef Zeff.

"Why don't you do the honor of choosing today's meal? I'll cook whatever your sweet heart desires.", he said with a boyish smile that made your heart sing. Though, that was a tough choice. Sanji took care in preparing meals that were balanced, filling, and delicious, perfect for a life at sea with some of the hungriest pirates you'd ever met. One dish in particular stood out in your mind. He made it a short time ago, but the delicious and comforting taste stayed in your mind, beckoning your thoughts back to your childhood. You thumbed through one of his cookbooks until you finally found what you were looking for.

"This one,” you finally said. It was a humble dish with not a lot of substance, made on a whim as a snack for the female members of the crew. Not something that would keep the crew filled for very long. "I know it's not much, but I haven't stopped thinking about it since you made it. It reminds me of home, I guess."

A small smile curled on the edges of Sanji's lips, eyes softening again when you finally look back at him. You feel a flush beneath your skin. "As you wish! I'm glad know it was well received," he said, proudly. You couldn't help but notice the slight tinge of pink on his own cheeks. You gave him a very high compliment, after all.

"I'm sure Luffy will give you a hard time looking for his next meal." you stammer, slightly embarrassed, wishing you could take the suggestion back.

"I'll prep some extra meat, don't worry. I can't pass up a special request from a very special lady, you know!", his heart-eyes practically popping out of his sockets. Your heart beamed, but you quickly tried to swallow the feeling building within your chest. You were special to him, but not that special. Not in the way you truly wanted to feel. There was no point in getting your hopes up for that.

You turned your attention to the piping hot carafe of coffee and decided to make the first move, pouring Sanji a cup of coffee first, followed by yourself. You smirk and raise your cup in half-hearted cheers as he nodded in return. "You should grab a seat and keep me company. I don't want you slinking off and acting all mysterious and distant" he said, eyeing you knowingly, somehow reading that you wanted to take your coffee to go.

" Mysterious , you say?" You played along. You admit that you were sometimes rather closed off, but the crew noted recently that you had been dropping your walls little by little. And you tended to be rather cheeky with the cook, using playful banter to deflect your own feelings towards him while keeping the air light.

"Yeah, you tend to brood," he said. "You kind of look like this. " The tall man somehow managed to make himself look small, squinting his eyes and holding his coffee cup with both hands and staring out at the sea. He let out a wistful, elongated sigh and placed one of his hands under his chin. After a moment, he perked back up and shot you a wide smile, chuckling at himself. "Did I get that right?"

You couldn't help but laugh. It was pretty spot on. "You're an ass, you know that?" You felt the insecurity in your body fade as you gave in to the joy of the here and now. This was your relationship with Sanji, friendly teasing and companionship, admiration and respect. Despite your desire to hide your romantic feelings towards him, there was no denying the fact that you had a certain chemistry together.

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339 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

New CSM chapter full of high quality, swagless behavior from Denji lmaooo

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398 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I wish I could say I wrote this review of Chainsaw Man

978 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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jinnie-forthe-winnie · 1 year

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I posted 324 times in 2022

That's 8 more posts than 2021!

107 posts created (33%)

217 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 66 of my posts in 2022

#bts fic - 10 posts

#bts fluff - 10 posts

#bts - 10 posts

#emoji empress visits 🙇‍♀️ - 8 posts

#answered :) - 8 posts

#bts imagines - 8 posts

#bts imagine - 7 posts

#jin fluff - 6 posts

#jin imagine - 6 posts

#bts seokjin - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#sigh i sometimes wish i wasn’t as nice as i was… i did something for absolutely no reason because what i did wasn’t noticed

My Top Posts in 2022:

⁷ bts masterlist

+ txt masterlist

⟭⟬ bangtan high masterlist

✩ about me

♡ for the wifeys

17 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

Winter Bear

word count: 567

genre: fluff

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“Come here bear.” Tae calls out when he sees his love pouting on the reading chair. Her eyes had been on him since the moment she sat down to watch him fiddle around with his Nintendo. She was waiting until he finished, so she could cuddle deep into his soft embrace.

The blanket draped around Zee’s shoulders drops to the chair as she jumps up to her feet. She practically runs over to him in excitement, though her expression only shows her fatigue.

“Are you tired, my bear?” He asks softly. When she is in reach, he reaches out with his hand and holds her smaller hand in his own.

“Mmmhm.” She hums out, her eyes closing slowly and opening even slower.

“Come here.” He says, patting the bed beside him. Zee crawls onto the bed slowly, guided by Tae’s hands. “Put your head on my chest.” He says, cupping her cheek, sending a swipe of his thumb over her cheekbone.

“Mmokay.” She mumbles before laying herself gently into his embrace. “Comfy chest.” Zee mutters as her head presses against his soft bare skin.

Tae doesn’t say anything, he just admires his love. Her soft green eyes lost in a daze as her finger traces over the skin of his stomach. “Can I sing to you?” He asks.

“Please.” Zee says, her hand lays flat on his tummy as she waits for his singing to begin. The coldness of her hands make his stomach twitch, it tickles the skin there and makes the short hairs stand up. She giggles lightly as she can see the goosebumps start to rise and take form. “Cute.” She says, rubbing her finger over his tummy.

“You’re the cute one.” Tae says, taking a strand of her hair in between his fingers.

Zee looks up at him with loved filled eyes. “Sing now?” She smiles when Tae sends her a little nod.

“She looks like a blue parrot,” he begins, “Would you come fly to me?”

Zee’s head turns into the skin of his chest to hide her reddening cheeks. The song was her favourite, especially since she found out Taehyung had written it for her.

“I want some good day, good day, good day,

Good day, good day,

Looks like a winter bear,”

He emphasizes the lyrics by gliding his fingers over her jawline. She blushes deeper and hides herself deeper into his skin.

“You sleep so happily,

I wish you good night, good night, good night

Good night, good night.”

Zee slides her head softly down his chest and down onto his soft little tummy.

“Imagine you face,

Say hello to me,

‘Til all the bad days,

They’re nothing to me,

With you,”

Zee presses a peck onto his skin. The sensitive skin of his tummy twitch at the sweet sensation.

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18 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

Back Hugs Galore

Jimin

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff

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Nani sighs as she exits the elevator, she turns and heads down the hall to her apartment. Like most days, the day was long and exhausting. Her feet were aching as they carried her down the never ending hallway. Her large tote bag was weighing her right side down making her walk slower than she wished. All she wanted at the moment was to crawl into bed and cry the stress of the day away.

She had to go into the school early to have a meeting with parents who had concerns with the marks that had been recently sent out. Those parents were incredibly stubborn and wouldn't leave until Nani said that she would change the mark... which of course she wasn't going to do unless the child started to show improvement. But of course the parents didn't like that, but they had finally left after an hour when the bell rang. This led to Nani running down the halls to pick up her photocopied pages before collecting her kids from outside.

Unfortunately the day didn't end there, three kids had hurt themselves during recess, one kid threw up all over themself and their friend which led to them both going home. The fire alarm got pulled during craft time, she had to lead fifteen gluey children who were wearing large paint shirts (dresses) out of the class and into the schoolyard. Which was no easy task when one of the girls got her hair glued around the door handle.

Then at the end of the eventful day Nani had to coach the junior girls basketball game after losing a pencil draw. Ashley, the other kindergarten teacher, was going to get yelled at for missing a day of work and missing her team's game.

Unfortunately Nani's normal hours of 8:30-3:45 turned into 7:15-5:15. She was beyond exhausted, and the whole time while walking down the hall she was debating just dropping the tote bag and using it as a pillow so she could have a nap before getting into her apartment. When she finally sees her door she does an eye roll of relief, finally she was home.

When she reaches the door she reaches into her pocket and grabs out the lanyard of keys, she jiggles it around until she finds the silver key to the door. When she finds it she sticks it in and quickly turns it to the left expecting the loud click of the lock but it never comes. Nani sighs, in her rush out the door this morning she must have forgotten to lock the door. She pulls her keys out and pushes the door wide open.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, a strong smell of something being baked wafts through the doorway. She walks into her apartment looking curiously at the shoes on her mat. Though she had never seen these shoes before she could tell who they belonged to. The heels were a dead give away that it was her 'short' boyfriend.

"Jiminie?" She calls out hoping he would run to her and whisk her up into his arms and carry her around for the rest of the night. When there is no answer she sighs before finally throwing the tote bag onto the floor. The loud thud should have also sent the message that she was home, but again there was no Jimin holding her.

She slides her tight shoes off of her feet, the relief of them escaping the confines makes her release a loud sigh. She then walks out of the front hall and heads to the kitchen. The stove was on the far wall, which explains why Jimin was sitting on the counter with his airpods in, facing that very appliance. Nani watches as he suddenly jumps off the counter and walks to the stove.

Nani bites her lip knowing that he was now in perfect back hugging territory. She quietly tip toes up behind him and waits for him to open the oven and bend at the hips before she makes her attack. Her arms sneakily slide around his torso, making sure to slide slowly over his toned stomach before resting on the sides of his body. Jimin's body had jumped the moment she touched him, luckily he had improved his flinches ever since being on The Late Late Show and having to play that terrorising game of flinch.

Nani leans her head against his shoulder blades, his soft t-shirt made her face nuzzle up against the fabric. One of his hands comes up and plucks the airpods out of his ears.

"Hi angel." He says standing up straighter as he closes the oven after checking up on the chicken fingers and fries he had put into bake.

"Mmm hi minie." She mumbles into his back.

"Long day?"

"Very..." she sighs, her arms tightening around him in an attempt to hold him closer to her body.

"Good thing I am here to pamper my baby girl." Jimin says, turning awkwardly in her hold. She loosens her arms when she gets a face full of his shoulder, "Need to see you baby, I've gone a full day without seeing your beautiful face."

Nani blushes before shoving her face deep into his soft neck. His hand reaches up and rubs down her spine, succeeding in giving her tingles. "I love you."

Jimin smiles at her words, his heart skipping a beat when she lays a few chaste kisses in the crook of his neck. "I love you too, honey."

"Can I rant to you while we eat?" She asks with a dull voice.

"Of course honey!" He says giving her a kiss to the back of her head. "Why don't you go lay on the couch and I'll put the food out and bring it to you."

"Mmmno wanna hug you." She whines.

"I can hug you on the couch..."

"No." She pouts, her body shuffling around to back hug him again.

Jimin can't help but laugh at her stubborn cuteness. He slowly walks around the kitchen collecting plates and a couple packets of honey mustard sauce from their rather large stockpile of chick-fil-a packets.

Nani happily pitter patters behind him as he walks around. She feels like the butt end of the unicorn at the parties, but she enjoys the feeling of being right up against him.

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20 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

Back of the Theater

Taehyung drabble

Genre: ✨spice✨

Word Count: 266

Lily rests her head on his shoulder, Taehyung smiles at the feeling. A few minutes pass by before either make another move, Taehyung puts his hand on her thigh making her breath hitch for a moment. Taehyung smirks at the reaction, she just about confirmed that she is attracted to him and it couldn't make him anymore happy.

"Lily?" He says in a whisper.

She hums for an answer, her body unmoving as she continues to watch the movie. Taehyung's hand reaches out and grasps her chin and tilts it towards him, Lily's eyes widened at the action.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathily.

"Please," she responds.

No more than a second goes by before his lips are on hers. He holds the side of her face securely as he kisses her, her arms move from her lap and up to his shirt. She holds bunches of his shirt in her fist as she lathers in the feeling of his lips.

After what feels like an eternity the two part, they quietly gasp for air in the back of the theater. "I hope that made it obvious that I like you," he says, bringing a finger to rub against the surface of her lips.

"Mmmm I don't think that was enough to prove it." Lily says cheekily to him.

Taehyung raises a brow at her, "Should I do it again just to be sure my message is received."

"I think that would be a good idea." she says smiling wide.

Taehyung lets out a little heartfelt scoff at her but then goes into another kiss.

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25 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Perfect One

Happy Valentines day ♡

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, slight angst?

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Jin sighs hearing his phone ring, the special ringtone set for her was ringing loudly in the kitchen. She'd left for a date about an hour ago with some guy she had met a few weeks earlier in class, leaving Jin to celebrate another lonely Valentine's day.

He crossed the kitchen to his phone, a pretty picture of her laughing was big on his screen. He picks it up and answers the call, he pinches the phone between his shoulder and head just like his mother always did.

"Hey love, how's the date going?" He asks with a smile on his face. No matter how much he disliked the idea of her going he'd always do what's best for her happiness.

"Jin?" She says in a shaky voice.

Jin stops stirring at the tone of her voice, "Honey, what happened?"

"Can you pick me up?" she says sniffling.

Jin turns his stove off in the blink of an eye and rushes out of the kitchen and to the front door. "Are you where I dropped you off?" He asks as he hastily puts his shoes on and grabs his keys.

She hums back to him, a sob coming out of her mouth moments later. "I'm sorry." she cries as she listens to him start his car.

"Did you just say sorry?" he asks as he starts driving off to the restaurant he left her at.

She sniffles again before explaining herself through cries, "This is the third Valentine's day in a row I've been stood up and every time you have to deal with the mess I become."

"Hey, you're the only mess I love to deal with."

She chuckles at his words, "I'd say, the amount of times I've cleaned up after you is astronomical!" Jin chuckles at her, feeling relieved he could at least make her laugh.

"At least I do my laundry!"

"Hey! I used to! Why would I do my own when you already do it?" She says loudly. Jin could almost see the bright smiling face she most definitely had on her face.

"Same with everything you clean up of mine, I used t-"

"No you most certainly did not! You've only ever lived in three different places, and we both know you did not clean one."

"Okay so maybe I don't clean, at least I can cook!"

Jin listens as she takes a big deep breath in, "Yeah you definitely have that going for you." The next couple minutes is silence, just listening to the quiet breathing of each other, along with the sounds of cars and people by her.

"I see you!" She yells out nearly making Jin swerve.

"Geez love! You scared me half to death!" He yells back, he then lets out breathy chuckles in shock. Jin rolls his eyes as he hears the phone call end. He pulls up in front of the restaurant and unlocks the doors. She runs up from the curb and practically jumps into the car.

"Thank you Jin!" She says smiling brightly, as though she wasn't sobbing 10 minutes ago.

"Hello Miss Sunshine!" he says raising a brow at her.

"What." she shrugs, "You've always told me to forget the dicks that stand me up and move on."

"Well, good job then love, I'm glad you listened to me." He says leaning over to peck the side of her head. "Hmmm, where would you like to eat for a romantic Valentine's day dinner with me?" He asks looking over at her.

She bites her cheek at the thought, "Um how about a nice romantic dinner at home?" She proposes instead.

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johnmalevolent · 1 year

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I posted 10,520 times in 2022

That's 7,722 more posts than 2021!

293 posts created (3%)

10,227 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@princess-of-purple-prose

@ashes-in-a-jar

@m-e-w-666

@welcometogrouchland

@loverboybrightsideghost

I tagged 4,603 of my posts in 2022

#tma - 968 posts

#q - 187 posts

#fave - 172 posts

#malevolent - 103 posts

#ofmd - 89 posts

#for later - 85 posts

#scopo - 81 posts

#my art - 78 posts

#srb - 47 posts

#eyestrain - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#1) out of respect for the man 2) because his name is skinner and what were they doing at that factory that he did not notice nor give a shi

My Top Posts in 2022:

everything works out and they end up somewhere else

[ID: Digital art of Jon Sims and Martin Blackwood. Jon is a British Indian man with long greying hair, wearing a purple shirt. Martin is a Filipino man with a greying mullet, wearing a grey-violet-red-dark purple striped sweater. Jon is smiling contently with his eyes closed and both arms wrapped around Martin's shoulder. Martin is hugging him, also smiling contently. /End ID]

547 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

where would we be without martin blackwood. thank you martin blackwood

557 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

[ID: A traditional sketch of Jon and Martin. Jon wraps his arms around Martin ‘s neck from behind and presses his face to Martin’s, smiling softly and blushing. Martin closes his eyes in contentment and leans back, also blushing. In the background is a cut-off drawing of someone, possibly Martin, kissing someone else with a flush. End ID] (ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)

a small jmart. i love you. have a nice day

616 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

[ID: Digital art of Jon Sims from The Magnus Archives colored in green. Jon is an Indian man with a beard and long hair, wearing a shirt under a sweater vest. He's parting the curtains separating a bright room with light behind him from the darker room he's facing, staring coldly at the viewers. There's a handwritten white text at the center of the image that says "statement remains." End ID]

how are we folks

807 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

[ID: Uncolored digital drawing of Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives with black background. Jon has shoulder length wavy hair and two half-opened eyes on both cheeks. He's wearing a shirt under a loose jumper. Around his head are eyes forming a circle. There are texts on his left and right, the left one reads "It's me I'm the PS5." the right one reads "speaking to you inside your brain." end ID]

pov this guy haunts your dreams wyd

2,011 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #LOVE how Malevolent is on the 4th place despite me only listening to it in august #nvm just realized august-november is a very long time #WAIT ITS DECEMBER NOW FUCK #my longest tag is a prev tag.... thats not right #ive reached tag limit several times.#gif #scopo #long post #also 10520... i Need to get off tumblr #unreality #ps5 meme

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kay-elle-cee · 1 year

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I posted 1,404 times in 2022

That's 1,390 more posts than 2021!

353 posts created (25%)

1,051 posts reblogged (75%)

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@emeralddoeadeer

@unknowableroom

@periodedits

@vlolets

I tagged 1,191 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#queue gotta step into the daylight - 361 posts

#jily - 203 posts

#kelsey writes - 154 posts

#ask game - 65 posts

#ask me - 59 posts

#emeralddoeadeer - 58 posts

#fic recs - 52 posts

#restless waves rise and fall - 44 posts

#jilytober - 44 posts

#potc - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#and like all my friends and my partner don’t have that same history of fandom and it’s so hard to communicate my overzealousness sometimes

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Magic Like This || Read on Ao3

“Do you want to go?” He presses. “It’s not that simple.” If only it was. Of course she didn’t want to go. The boy in front of her shrugs. “It sounds simple enough to me: it’s going to be miserable for you. Don’t go.” Lily blinks at him—he speaks as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to just live by your own rules, put yourself first. He’s standing there, staring at her as the concept winds its way through her mind. What Lily really wants, if she’s being honest with herself, is to spend the day with James Potter.

My fic for the @jilytoberfest Bittersweet Challenge. Prompt: "Don't Go" but make it fluff.

71 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

restless waves rise and fall || read chapter one on ao3

In efficiency and general seafaring know-how, First Mate Evans makes up for what Captain Potter lacks.

So she has to make up for a lot.

Or: In which James Potter is a gentleman pirate and Lily Evans is his loyal but vastly more competent First Mate.

Written for @thegobletofweasleys Jily Week 2022 pirate au prompt. It has since gotten out of hand and is currently shaping up to be 3 parts (you can blame @sunshinemarauder for the encouragement).

78 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

James blinks. “Are you breaking up with me, Evans?” he jokes softly, resting his hand on hers. It’s a joke, but her body tenses and it immediately puts him on edge. The silence that follows is excruciating.

“I’m not doing anything.” Her nails begin to tap on the mug again—a nervous habit that James spots immediately. “I just think we should have a conversation.”

93 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

I got this idea like 5 minutes ago and have been living in Saturday Night's Alright-land for so long, I'm letting myself choose joy.

7th-Year September 1st drabble below the cut.

James hastily waved off his parents with all the sincerity he could muster before he and Sirius started weaving their way through the start-of-term crowd on Platform 9 3/4 for the last time. To Fleamont and Euphemia, this was a momentous turning point, deserving some sort of emotional farewell or well-wishing, but to James it was simply an item on a checklist.

Arrive at platform: Check.

Still, he would've been more sympathetic to his parents' attentions had someone not delayed their arrival by oversleeping.

"Oi, slow down, Prongs. Christ!"

Sirius trailed behind him, navigating the crowds with more care than the other boy, who was charging through the crowd with a fervor that Sirius was all too familiar with by now.

James' eyes flitted rapidly from face to face as he made his way across the platform, searching for those brilliant eyes and the shock of red hair that he hadn't seen in much too long.

This summer had been one for the books, as far as James Potter was concerned, anyway. The freedom of being of-age with none of the responsibilities of school had meant a virtually unlimited choice of ways to entertain themselves this summer. Most evenings saw the soon-to-be 7th year Gryffindors—along with some other classmates—convalescing somewhere or other in Diagon Alley, finding little-known hidden gems of pubs or clubs, cooling themselves off with ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, or just causing general summertime mischief.

It was wonderful to feel so bonded with the others in their house going into their final year, and it had the added bonus of finally sparking that something between he and Lily Evans.

It was nothing serious—not yet. Just little stolen moments throughout the summer: a lingering glance across the table, inconspicuous hand-holding when they found themselves in the back of the group, the occasional goodnight kiss when one of them needed to side-along Apparate the other home. Little stolen moments that had been driving James mad these last few weeks Lily was visiting family and unable to join the end-of-summer hurrahs.

They had been writing each other, however, in her absence. She'd written him excitedly about her appointment as Head Girl, which was completely unsurprising to him as there was no better candidate (and he told her so). He had written back, nervously, and relayed how—incredibly—he'd been named Head Boy, only to be unexpectedly showered with congratulations and 'of course, it's unorthodox, but it makes sense'. They'd exchanged letters about the things they'd miss once Hogwarts was over, their lists of must-do's this year to fully glean the most out of their final year. They'd exchanged 'I miss you's and 'I wish you were here's and 'I can't wait to see you's.

Nearing the other side of the crowded platform, his eyes spotted that specific shade of red that had made this summer so superior to the others. His eyes zeroed in on Lily Evans, hair pulled back, Head Girl badge proudly displayed on her robes as she helped direct what he could only guess was a First Year into the train. His feet halted any forward-movement as his breath left his lungs.

'I can't wait to see you. I miss you.'

Locate Lily Evans: Check.

James moved forward with renewed vigor, her eyes finding his as the First Year loaded onto the train. A smile broke out on her face as he drew near, and gods how he wished he was able to get here earlier just so he could take in her expression that much sooner.

"Hey, you," she called lightly as he neared, looking up at him. "Big day for us, eh?"

Now face-to-face with her for the first time in weeks, after thinking only of her for the entirety of the time since she last left his sight, words escape him. Instead, he smiled down at her, at the anticipation in her eyes and felt sure in a way he hadn't felt with her in a long time, and bent down to capture her lips with his own, hand cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch instantly, responding to his kiss with an enthusiasm that caused James' pulse to pound in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the platform around them.

Kiss Lily Evans: Check.

James felt Lily's lips pull into another grin, and he took this as his cue to step back, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her, knowing that the excited glint in her eyes matched his own.

"Well, I meant leading the Prefects' meeting, but glad to know where your head's at," she quipped, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

James shrugged, hand flying to his hair with residual nerves. "Sorry, I was just...excited to see you."

Lily stepped forward, reaching up and pulling his hand down from his hair and lacing her fingers in his. Her eyes lingered on the sight of their entwined fingers as a blush painted her cheeks. "I'm excited to see you, too." Her eyes flickered back up to meet his, eyebrow quirking as she tugged him forward towards the train. "Well come on then. We have a meeting to run."

James followed her, gladly, as they loaded onto the train, feeling a little lighter in his step.

Be with Lily Evans: Check.

96 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

“I’m not doing anything.” Her nails begin to tap on the mug again—a nervous habit that James spots immediately. “I just think we should have a conversation.”

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