#I’m blanking on the names of other books but I know they’re there

[zoeywades-spouse]

Choices will use the same plot of a small-town girl plucked out of obscurity and shoved into a high-fast and high-paying job that has a forced male LI and an enemy that is almost always a woman who vies for the attention of the male LI and then PB will repeat this five times over

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa: *writes a single throwaway line in one chapter of Lost and Found that is never referenced again*

Me, completely randomly and with no prompting: Alright, bet–

[halfwayhearted]

There Beneath — Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which everyone but you forgot his 30th birthday.

Word Count: 875+

Disclaimer/s — Happy birthday to the nerd ever! ^_^ + sunshine!reader, fluff/comfort, and… yeah, beautiful!

A/N: Based off this request, ‘Hey pook! So spencer blurb or whatever and it’s based off the “you’re 29” “im 30” “we missed your birthday?” except reader didn’t. so back to his bday and maybe reader shows up at his apt with a thing of books she KNOWS he hasn’t read and tea and his favorite coffee and stuff. #fluff #ineedspencer #iloveu’! My layout messed up on the other one and I ended up deleting it! So.

Blank stare. “No way… we missed your birthday?”

All Spencer could do was stare right back and offer a small, awkward smile, averting his gaze. They had. They all had. Except for, well, you.

You’ve had his birthday marked on your calendar for months, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go all out for your best friend’s birthday. You spent half of September secretly and subtly finding out what Spencer Reid did throughout his… rare days at home. His answer every time was that he liked to read, play chess, go out for coffee, or watch his favorite show, ‘Doctor Who’. Okay! Okay, good.

So, with that being said, you did your utmost to grab all of the wrapped presents without fail. You did it, with a grunt and muttered curses, but you did it. Slamming your car door shut, you made your way up to his apartment. The familiar brown door coming into view made your heart quicken.

Stopping right in front of his place, you knocked with the front of your foot. You heard sounds of shuffling before his door swung open. Spencer’s expression shifting from confusion to surprise as he slowly said your name, his head tilting. “Hey… how are you? What are you doing here?��

Your eyebrows furrowed. “It’s your birthday. Happy birthday!” A short pause. “Please grab your presents before they fall on the floor.”

With a small laugh, the brunette quickly moves to grab them. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as the weight is lifted. Stepping back, he sets them on his table, politely inviting you inside his house.

“So, am I the first one? Or did Penelope beat me to it. Actually, wait, don’t even answer that.”

Something you can’t quite identify crosses his features, and you instantly know you’ve said something wrong. That’s when it hits you, “No.”

Spencer immediately shrugs. “It’s fine! I’m not... hurt by it or anything. They’re just busy.”

You could’ve hugged him right then, but you refrain. Instead, you slip your hand into your tote bag and pull out a ‘Birthday Boy’ pin. His expression drops, making you laugh. “Come on!”

He remains silent, simply staring at you.

“I’ll wear the birthday hat if you wear the pin.”

His shoulders slump in defeat, and he nods, his eyes widening slightly when you instantly move toward him. Your bottom lip sinks between your teeth, clipping the pin onto his sweater, making sure not to poke him in the process. “There! How’s that? Did I poke you?”

Spencer shakes his head, too flushed to speak.

Without acknowledging it, you pull out the hat, carefully sliding it over your head. With a giddy glance up at him, you ask, “Do I look silly?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“What!” You stammer, “I’m being serious! Do I?”

“You look beautiful. What’s in these?” Smooth.

“Your gifts—wait! Sit down first,” you insisted, watching how he does exactly that. You clasp your hands together in clear anticipation.

Spencer purses his lips, staring at the various wrapped boxes in front of him, unsure of which one to open first. It wasn’t that hard…

Just pick one.

Grabbing the one with light blue wrapping paper, he tenderly rips it open. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of different books—all first editions.

“How did you—” he trails off, “How?”

“How did I know? I remember you talking about it one day, so, I did some digging and I finally found them. Do you like them? Let me know.”

He traces a single finger down the spine, his smile broadening. “A lot. Thank you so much. Wow.”

Your smile grows even brighter at the sight of his widening. “Hugs afterward, keep opening!”

More of your gifts are unveiled; among them are two boxes of his favorite tea, his preferred coffee, and even a bag of sugar added in. Humorous.

This had truly made his entire day. Or, to be more precise, you had made his entire day.

Once everything was opened, he stands up and slides his hands over your waist, interlocking them behind your back while yours move to wrap loosely around his neck. “You liked everything?”

“I loved them, thank you. Really. Thank you.”

You hummed softly, “Happy birthday, Spencer.”

He says nothing but nestle his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

After a couple more minutes of comfortable silence, you quietly inquired, “Movie marathon?”

“Please. I’ll make tea, you can pick the movie.”

“It’s your birthday!” You frowned, pulling away.

“My birthday or not, you’re my guest. Choose.”

Your frown doesn’t even seem to linger at that, a smile threatening to break out on your face. You let out a huff and walk into his living room. With a glance back, you notice how much happier he seems compared to when you had first arrived.

You were certain that you’d do this for him every year. After picking the movie, he sat down beside you and set both your cups of tea on the table.

If he was being honest, he’d let you. And maybe one day, you wouldn’t just be his best friend. Not with your head resting on his shoulder, like this was just another casual evening spent together.

What’s the harm in making this, you, permanent?

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DT(s) — @planetpedri ! ౨ৎ

[maniculum]

One of the things I’ve noticed working in a bookstore is that a surprising number of people are completely unfamiliar with the normal way books are organized.

(I mean, in the part of the store where we keep the used books, I frequently have to assure people that the books are organized at all, but that’s because we have way more books than we have shelf space and there’s no way to handle that without it looking a bit of a mess.)

On one hand, we get customers who are apparently a completely blank slate in this area. I frequently have to walk people through, like, “Okay, it’s organized by subject / genre, then by author. Oh, ‘by author’ means in alphabetical order by the name of the author. No, their last name.” (Most of the people I give this talk to are, I think, college kids — it’s a bit strange to me that you can reach that age without knowing how bookstores work, but then again, I can kind of see how these days it’s possible to mostly get your books online where you just use a search function.)

One customer responded to the above explanation with “oh, it’s the Dewey Decimal System!” and I had to be like… no. Similar in broad concept, yes, but the Dewey Decimal System is a very specific thing (involving… decimals) and it’s really only used in libraries, not bookstores, because it kind of requires you to label the spines of your books, which bookstores generally don’t like to do for obvious reasons.

On the other hand, we also get customers with pre-existing incorrect assumptions, which are so often similar that I think they’re being imported from other media (though I’m not sure what).

People seem to expect the organization of Fiction to be much more granular — e.g., “where’s historical fiction?” “oh, that’s just in with general fiction.” I think some of that comes from movies (people ask where the “rom-com” section is, and that’s definitely a movie thing), but I’m not sure that’s always the reason.

(Admittedly the fiction organization is a bit more granular in the Used Books area than it is in the New Books, but that’s because there are certain genres that we get tons of from people selling us their old books, but we don’t buy enough of on purpose to justify giving them their own section in New Books.)

At the same time, people have the opposite assumption about Non-Fiction — i.e., they expect there to be one singular section labeled “Non-Fiction”, which is not the case. I’ve had multiple conversations that go like:

Customer: Where can I find non-fiction books?

Me: You’ll have to be more specific.

Customer: You know, non-fiction.

Me: [gesturing at the signs hanging from the ceiling that say things like “science”, “philosophy”, “art”, “history”, etc.] All of these are non-fiction in their own special way.

I try to be nice about it, but I don’t think I always succeed, just because I’m so often legitimately surprised and confused when someone just doesn’t know How Do You Books. I’m getting used to it now, but I’ve been working there for almost five years, so there’s been quite a long adjustment period in between.

Anyway. Just some observations.

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Idia's Part)

Previous part (Kalim)

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A/n: Out of every housewarden, I felt like sobbing writing Idia's cause of how fluffy he is, I love him so much. Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Potential Inaccuracy in Indian Tradition, Indian and Greek clothing, if ever you see inaccuracy about it, please let me know, I only did a bit of research about it. The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personalities of our beloved boys. You have a child with Kalim here!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Kalim = The sultan Idia = Hades ─────❅───── Idia: The underworld has always been Idia’s little comfort zone, although at first, he didn’t want to rule it, due to how depressing it gets sometimes, but along with his brother Ortho who takes care of “outside” activities, aka meetings with those overbearing gods and goddesses who think they’re better than anyone, he didn’t mind the work as long as it’s with him. So far, his duties were all just about guiding souls into whatever the fuck they want or are allowed to go, honestly if they all became lost souls, he wouldn’t give a flying damn.

One day, however, an odd discrepancy appeared in the calculations of souls being accepted—an unregistered soul had entered the narrative. Concerned, he strolled toward the portal of Tartarus to investigate. When he peered inside, a sudden flash of blinding light erupted, disorienting him. Before he could react, a heavy force slammed into his body, causing him to stumble.

“What the!” he grunted, feeling a heavy body on top of him, he rubbed his head, opening his eyes, adjusting to the sudden light-to-darkness transition.

You stirred, finding your hands pinning him down. His eyes widened in shock as he pushed you off, scrambling backward so quickly that he hit his back on the wall with a loud slam.

“What In the world?!” he screeched, his hair glowing brightly meaning he was incredibly nervous, while you seemed to be lost, standing up, you pat away the dust off your outfit, taking notice of Idia who still was pressed on the wall.

“Idia?” you went closer to him, he looked like an angry kitten, glaring at you at first but the moment you got closer he stiffens up, pushing his hands to protect himself from you.

“Stay back! You anomaly!” he shouted that it echoed around the empty room, you were taken aback, “Idia, it’s me.” you said, eyebrows knitting in frustration.

“H-how do you know my name?” he asked, looking at you confusedly, were you sent by his other brother who he doesn’t even think of one, Zeus? You look kind of angelic so there’s a suspicion.

“Idia, you’re my boyfriend” Wow point blank you decided to kill him with those words, boyfriend his ass, what boyfriend, all he knows is that he prefers to be single than have a lover, also he wants to add that you are way out of his league, there’s no way you like him that way, and this is the first time you met him, was there a camera around here? The edited laughter? Where is it? He’s waiting for that to come.

Realizing that he was overthinking again, you snapped your fingers catching his attention; stating your name you tried to see if you got any reaction, but nothing. He really didn’t remember you.

You were going to be saddened by this, if it weren’t for the fact that the tips of his hairs had a slight pink on it meaning was still a chance for you to get your boyfriend back.

Okay, you two might be misunderstanding things, while Idia was observant, he can’t think straight when he’s in front of someone, his black and blue robe being a perfect cover for himself, he even had a hoodie knitted for him to cover his hair with.

You noticed that he was taller than before, raising your eyebrow, you grabbed his arm, which made him freeze up, looking at you like you just harassed him, his sweat drops. “What?”

“Since when did you get taller?” you asked, he slides your hand off of his arm, rubbing it a bit, “I don’t know?” he answered confusedly, before waving his hand dismissively, “No more questions, I’m bringing you back to Zeus” he grumbled, his stupid brother playing pranks on him again.

“What? Zeus?” you walked faster to catch up on him when he started speedwalking away, “Y’know, God of Olympus?” he said, weirded out why you didn’t know Zeus, everyone knows him.

“Wait, Zeus as in the God from long ago?” you asked further, which made Idia stop his tracks, turning to look at you, his figure looming, he looked like a grim reaper when he stands with you before, but now it’s more evident.

“What do you mean long ago?” he asked as bewildered as you are, why are you acting this way anyways? Anomaly that popped out of nowhere and almost giving him a concussion and right now you’re giving him a migraine, what’s next huh? brain aneurysm?   

“Are you not my Idia?” you frowned, looking at him closer, he exhibited a different style, he was taller, slightly shorter hair, bluish skin instead of pale.

“Your” Idia? What does that mean?

The more you open your mouth the more questions pop out, sighing he decided to cover your mouth with his hand. “Please… just shut up for a minute”

Okay, first theory! You’re not from around here, I mean you just got spat out like trash by the Tartarus and suddenly proclaiming that he’s your boyfriend, he feels bad for you, your standard is in hell if you’re dating him, you’re pretty too, a disrespect to your face really.

Second theory, which he’s leaning on more, you’re a spy sent by his brother Zeus; to make him fall for you and you break his heart and upload it to magicam or something.

If you think he’s self-deprecating too much, please, he’s just being realistic with the situation.

“First off, I am not yours” he clarified, lifting his hands as if he’s surrendering to you. “I never met you in my whole life, you’re cute but no”

Rejected by your own boyfriend, you wanted to pinch his cheeks for it, you were going to be hurt by this, but the thing is, the way he acts reminded you of the first stages of your relationship with him, he wasn’t the best with it.

“Okay,” you said, being short with him, for some reason that made him feel bad, scratching the back of his neck, he wanted to hold your cheek or hand to comfort you, an odd feeling.

“Sorry- I mean if you want to, I can act like your boyfriend or something” he murmured, his voice gradually decreasing to the point you barely heard the last words.

“It’s fine Idia, no need” not wanting to force him into that kind of thing, however, you noticed that his little fire hair started to fizzle out, panicking a bit you touched his hand, holding it, “wait I mean, okay, sure we can act”

Phew, that got his fire back up, lucky you. “Okay…” he said awkwardly coughing as he uses his tech to call for Ortho. “Ortho, can you come here?”

Ortho was impressively fast with going back to the underworld, looking the same except his clothes or rather his cyborg parts looked Greek like, it explains why you were wearing a tunic.

“Scan her” Idia said, using his eyes to signal ortho who to scan, in which Ortho grins brightly. “Okay!”

You stayed still as Ortho used his eyes to scan you, it was something that came natural for you, especially since your Ortho does that often.

“So?” Idia asked, leaning on the wall, Ortho shook his head, looking conflicted. “Nope, she doesn’t have any data around Ancient Greece, or anywhere”

“Huh” he didn’t seem surprised. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, patting Ortho’s head. “Yeah! I did another scan but there’s no indication of her presence anywhere.

So, you really were just transported by Tartarus to Ancient Greece, connecting the dots, that means Idia here is…

Noticing you staring at him in deep thought He smiles a bit, you looked funny thinking like that, pouty and all. “Since you’re really not from here, my name is Idia, God of the Underworld, and this is Ortho, my brother.” Ortho waves at you enthusiastically and he was genuinely surprised that his brother introduced him instead of himself.

“I know” you hummed, crossing your arms. “I told you already, we’re dating- “

Idia tried to cover your mouth before you spout that out but failed as Ortho’s eyes widens. “You’re dating my brother in the other world?! You mean there’s another version of us in your world?”

Oh dear, you’re in it now.

Ortho basically asked you plenty of questions, already happy that his brother pulled someone like you, you were gorgeous!

Idia was a bit happy you got along with his brother, he sometimes feels bad that he keeps Ortho in such a depressing place instead of being a normal kid outside and playing.

Also he can’t help but get flustered whenever you randomly get physically affectionate with him, he’s been trying to find a way to get you back in your world, but it’s proving to be difficult since Tartarus maybe his domain, but it’s a system that’s entirely independent from him, think of it as the pity system in his gacha games, even if you hit enough 80 pulls, it doesn’t guarantee the limited character you want.

But, as long as he can, Idia tries to make sure every time he hangs out with you is worthwhile, it’s the first time he made effort to spend time with someone, when he’s off work, he finds himself going to the guest room, asking if you wanted to come eat with him and Ortho, or sometimes, you end up in his room, playing a two-player game with him.

Ever since you came into his life, he started going out of his room more, back then he usually just… does his work and go to his room. That’s all Now he’s trying to go outside more, especially when Ortho told him that to get you back faster was by “thinking outside the box” which just meant that he should go touch some grass and let the gears in his brain think of a solution.

He didn’t really know when he fell for you, but he noticed it when you were outside with him, in the largest field that had nothing but nature around. The outfit that Ortho lend you fits your palette so perfectly, it almost made him want to take a picture.

You were admiring the view while glancing around, picking up flowers.

Confused with what you were doing he walked to you. “Hey what-“ getting cut off as you shove a bouquet of flowers on his chest, a ribbon clumsily wrapped around the stems of the flowers.

“For you” you said, smiling, making his heart skip a bit, he accepted the gift as Ortho called out for you, giving him a glance before you grab his collar, pulling him down to kiss his cheek before walking away.

That got his hair to burn bright pink, shaking from the adrenaline, he coughed awkwardly, hopefully, Ortho didn’t see what you did.

Well, he’s having a hard time finding a way to send you back home, so… it might take a while.

─────❅───── A/n: ACCCCCCK IDIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ILYSM ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ Malleus' Part

[c4qwp]

felix catton x fem!reader

| he falls hard for you

📎 tags : fluff, female reader, felix being older than you by a year, fanon of felix bc i’m such a bad writer guys, bad orthography, (my first post…), felix being a fucking cutie patootie, (y/n) not mentioned

📎 words count : oof idk but not a lot 💀🔥🔥🔥😜😜😜

📎 author's note : this is my first post (so first story), don’t hesitate to comment to help me to progress! english isn’t my first language, idk if felix is fanon but i tried my best to write him like i how i see him

felix was a charming, flirty, wealthy and captivating man. everyone loved him. everyone wanted to be around him. it exhausted him. people just wouldn't leave him alone. especially the girls. but he didn’t care about them, you were the exception.

you've only known felix for 6 months, but that hasn't stopped you from liking each other's personalities —and physiques. you're a new student from california studying at oxford, and the handsome british guy hasn't stopped coming to see you to find out more about you.

it all started with a laugh he heard in the hallway. a cute one he thought. and that's how he first saw you.

"hello?" you called loudly when you noticed eyes on you.

the sunlight illuminated felix perfectly as he met your gaze. you were just too cute. your doe eyes watching him while scanning him up and down due to his height.

"hey sorry- ive never seen you here before, are you new?" he asked.

as you were telling your friend to wait for you, an other guy appeared besides the stranger.

"felix where the fuck have you been mate??" a man with curly hair said.

"dude i’m busy let’s talk later" felix replied.

"hey sor-"

and you were gone.

felix didn’t even catch your name and it disappointed him. he likes to meet new people, even more when they’re cute like you.

a month passed after this rather short meeting. as you were revising in the library, a voice called out to you.

"oh hey arent you the new student?"

felix. you heard about him, only good thingd though. you’ve met him but his — pretty face, made you speechless. you felt shy in front of him. now there you are, sitting like an idiot and saying nothing. gosh.

"oh — uhmm hey!" you relied a bit nervously.

"hey! sorry i think we'd met before but hadn't talked more" he said.

"yes i remember." you introduced yourself and smiled.

"i’m felix catton nice to meet you as well" he smiled in turn.

"yeahh i heard about you, felix" you smirked and closed your book.

"oh yeah? i hope you've heard good things about me haha" he said.

"mmhh who knows?" you teased him.

while there was a small blank, he glimpsed your book.

"wait aint no way you’re reading harry potter?!" he said, trying to whisper as much as possible so as not to disturb the other students.

"way. i really like reading books. they're better than movies. and this is not the first time that i’m reading it." you replied.

"it’s my favorite book and it feels good to meet someone who thinks the same about it." he said with a big smile on his face.

it was getting late and you had to get back to your dorm to phone your best friend, who unfortunately wasn't at the same university as you. you exchanged phone numbers and then left.

one day.

one fucking day.

you two were apart for only a day. he sent you the first message and you answered them. he couldn't stop thinking about your smile, your eyes and your voice. it was the same for you.

even though you'd only been messaging each other for 2 weeks, he asked you if you wanted to go out somewhere. of course, you agreed and offered to go for a coffee to take a break from studying.

you put on a beautiful white summer dress that showed off your body.

‘i hope i’m not overdoing it...’ you thought.

03:17PM

"i’m so sorry for being late—…" you whispered to the man with a glass of soda against his lips, letting him know you were tired and done with the conversation. your eyes sparkling with joy, your lips curling up into a gleeful smile when you locked eyes with the person you had been craving to see all evening. he hadn't missed one night, not a single one. he was right on time. right there to stay with you, make you feel comfortable, talk to you all night.

you'd laugh, he'd watch.

he'd talk, you'd listen.

"no no don’t wo—" as he turned to answer you, he was stunned by your beauty.

his eyes wandered up and down your face. you noticed him and smiled at him.

‘i hate the way you make me feel — my chest begin to tighten when my eyes lock onto yours, yet i find it merely impossible to look away.’

[wtfdemother]

Slasher AU Terrifier!König weasel lil shit. NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 14 ☃️🤝

post banners by tsunami-of-tears

CW: Followed for a suspected murder on the opposite side of town, König needs someplace to lay low for a hot minute. Lucky for him, tonight the amusement park was open and bustling with life. And look at that. There’s a scare house. He’ll fit right in, give a real good scare.

Terrifier!König X Curvy!Reader

Terrifier!König who slips into an unsuspecting carnival, not knowing what he was getting himself into. All he was certain of was that this place was perfect to blend in. Who would suspect him? He was a clown covered in blood on the night of a horror-themed park, just remember to ignore that metallic smell.

Terrifier!König who finds himself inside a haunted house after weaving past unsuspecting strangers, too inebriated and care-free to notice that the knife in his hand wasn’t in fact a prop, they’re too concentrated on his sheer size. One even asked if his height and muscles were real, he only shook his head with a dismissive chuckle. He walked through the dark halls, the atmosphere hair-raising and suddenly chilly. Occasionally a blood curdling scream would tear through the silent halls, some poor soul probably got scared by some scare actor… which gave him an idea.

Terrifier!König who tried his hand in scaring a few peeps that passed by, he didn’t have to move at times, letting people judge fully the book by its cover. He looked terrifying, a hulking man with a smile too wide, smeared in red and creepy makeup. He was menacing to look at and soon sent them screaming. But instead of running the opposite direction, the people in their various costumes would hold a hand over their racing heart then laugh it off before moving further into the haunted house.

He was having fun. Until now, when you showed up. Then he wanted a different kind of fun.

Terrifier!König whose mind blanks for a minute, why on earth would you be wearing that? Wearing that viral Modakawa dress, delicate golden linked chains pooling over your hips filling the fabric of the velvety dress nicely with your tits on full display. He peeped the pudge of your belly through the black dress, feeling his cock chub up from the sight of your soft figure. Oh, he wanted to squeeze you so bad… make you scream his name, not in fear. He’s decided.

Terrifier!König who steps out of his spot, you think it’s a part of the scare act. You act all scared but fail miserably as you crumble under a fit of loose giggles. You place a gentle hand on his arm, feeling how tight it was from the muscle. “I’m so sorry… I’m sure you’re usually very scary.” You hiccup, interrupting yourself as you shamelessly let your eyes roam over his broad bod, truly a mountain of a man. You bite your lip, feeling slick down there already, “I… I’m a little drunk and I know you’re just doing your job, so if I could just sneak past you…” You trail off and try to step past him like you said, but he grabs you by the arm.

Terrifier!König whose grip is firm yet mindful while holding you, which is surprising given his size. You’re about to say something but he presses his rough lips to your knuckles and your mind fizzles like bubbles in champagne. While maintaining eye contact, mind you. Then he does it again. And again, and it soon clicks that he’s making his way up your arm. He presses a final kiss to your shoulder, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you in closer. He gets behind you, the same hand still gripping your wrist while his free arm snakes around your waist, then the other with your hand still in his. Your cheeks are on fire and you don’t know whether to reject his advances or not. But he’s so… yummy.

Terrifier!König who quietly guides you into a nearby closet, you being drunk off your ass and oddly attracted to the zany one let him push you in without question. He treats it like you’re playing seven minutes in heaven, kissing your round cheeks with such a peculiar fascination. He didn’t talk, even when you tried engaging in small talk he remained quiet for the most part. The only time he indulged you in a response was a small grunt when you asked him jokingly if he liked you. It shut you up quickly.

Terrifier!König who marvelled at the sight of the fat of your tits pool between his fingers, the ample flesh enough to fit his large hands. He chuckles softly to himself, almost relieved when you kiss him back without shying away this time. He slowly circles your pebbles nipples with a thumb while his tongue gently explored your mouth, whining mournfully when you felt the warmth missing from his hands when they came to rest on the curve of your thighs. “So weich, meine Liebe,” he murmurs into your ear, giving the shell of your ear a little nip with a rumble in his chest. It sends shivers through your body and a strange warmth coiling down your core. You ask him to wait but he silences you with a patient kiss. “No questions, no doubts, no names… just live with me in the moment…” The clink of his belt coming undone fills the room, he continues to kiss you through the motion of unzipping his fly and somehow, his cracked lips felt like petals brushing your skin.

Terrifier!König who hikes up your pretty dress and tuts when he finds you wearing crotchless panties, he gives your nose a little peck. “Such a naughty thing… so süße.” He takes you roughly on the closet floor, gripping at the fat of your hips with a punishing grip. He can’t get over how supple you feel, you give his cock a good home, your moans are so fucking sweet it almost hurts to hear. “Oh, liebling… du bist so shöne…” he mumbles against the bruised skin on your neck from the numerous hickeys given.

Terrifier!König who shudders above you, caging your form in his goliath embrace while he rams senselessly into your chubby pussy, folding you into a mating press. The lewd position makes the wet, rhythmic sounds more pronounced and obvious, bouncing off the confined walls of the small storage closet. You’re seeing stars and the booze helps voice your shameless groans, they only seem to amplify his desires. He asked if it was good and you nod dumbly while being fucked within an inch of your life. “Yes! Yes! Pleeaase…! So gooddd…~”

Terrifier!König who doesn’t protest when you claw at his back with a resounding pain, the sting somehow heightening his arousal. He’s so close, and he knows you are too. As an act of mercy he slips a hand down to your throbbing clit, massaging it gently but with a certain urgency while your pussy pulsed around his shaft. You’re so close… you whine against his grinning lips. “Komm, liebling, komm…” he murmurs into the kiss, swallowing your moans as you topple over the edge. Your pussy tightens like a vice, milking his balls of every drop of cum he had pent up. He slams his hips once more into your cunt, nestling his heavy cock deep inside your spasming cunny.

To your surprise, he cleans you up and pecks you on the forehead before scrambling off, leaving you dazed on the cold floor and wondering if you’ll ever get to see that odd man again. Someday, maybe. It’s not like he’s a killer, right?…

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Project Blue Book

Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

Summary: It's time Nathan gave you some answers.

A/N: Look, this is just me being silly and having a giggle.

Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, not beta read, typos, talk of aliens and alien fucking, kisses, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 978

“So when are you gonna tell me about the aliens?” You lean back in your chair, your heels on the table, your laptop perched precariously on your thighs. 

Nathan gives you a look over the top of his glasses, glancing up from the circuit board he was soldering. He eyes your comic slippers for a second, seemingly giving the frog designs an individual glare. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He sighs.

“The aliens.”

“The what?”

��Aliens, UFOs? I’ll look up a dictionary definition for you if you’ve never heard the word before.” You tease and he scowls. 

“I know what the word means dumbass.” 

“You sure don’t seem like you do, or is this part of a test?” 

He sighs. “What?” 

“A test? You know, keeping stuff top secret? Deep throat? Cigarette smoking man?”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to his work, “You watch too much X-Files.” He grumbles.

“Yeah, but you got the reference.” 

He smiles in spite of himself. 

“So, when are you gonna tell me about them.” You put your laptop on the side, your feet on the floor as you roll your chair closer to him. 

He doesn’t look up. “I say this with all the energy I have: what the fuck?”

“Blue Book.” You lean closer. 

He pauses soldering, an unimpressed look crossing his face. But you know he loves the attention really. 

“Aliens. What’s the deal?” 

“Are you high?” 

You snort.

“Because if you are,” he gives you another glare, “I want some.”

“Project Blue Book, it’s a code name by the American air force about UFOs.”

He gives you a blank look.

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know?” You pause, “you’re such a sci-fi nerd, I highly doubt it.”

He puts the soldering iron down. “Did they breach my copyright? Have I got to send a cease and desist?” He sounds sincere, but you know Nathan. What he sounds like doesn’t mean anything. 

“It was like a term in the fifties, I doubt you’d be able to sue.” 

He shrugs, “I could try.” 

You groan and flop back into your chair, “Are you for real? You really didn’t know? I was so sure you got some secret alien communications.” You pout playfully, “I was hoping for some nonsense about your androids really being made so you could send them into space to talk with extra terrestrials.”

He frowns, “And why would I send androids?” 

“Because they wouldn’t age when you gotta travel like, 50 million light years or something.” 

“What’s the point in contacting aliens if I don’t get to meet them and fuck them?”

“Nathan!” You snort, despite trying to keep a straight face. 

“What?” He shrugs again.

You tut. 

“If there’s aliens I’m gonna fuck them.” 

You laugh, “What if they’re like Aliens aliens, trying to lay their eggs in you?” 

“Sounds hot.” He grins. 

You giggle and shake your head.

“Plus, the tongue is like another mouth, which I think,” he swivels around in his chair, giving you his now full, undivided attention. “Would give an amazing blow job and-”

“She’d bite your dick off.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he shakes his head, “my dick’s too hard for that.”

You burst out laughing, “What?” 

“What I just said.”

“Nathan-”

“It’s rock hard at all times, could deflect bullets, it has in fact.”

“It has?” You can’t get over the silly expression he’s pulling. It’s stubble, a little glimmer in his eyes and a smile at his lips, but it’s so very endearing. 

“Sure, it’s saved my life, saved other people’s lives. Just,” he mimics hitting a baseball, “smacks the bullets right outta here. In fact, it’s super dangerous, because when it deflects them it actually makes the bullets go faster in whatever directly they’re hit, so,” he breathes in deeply, like this was a serious issue, “could hurt bystanders.” 

“Are you having fun?” You laugh, resting your elbow on his work table, your chin on your hand. 

He nods. 

“Fucking nerd.” You tease, grinning.

“Says you.”

“Says me?”

“You’re the one talking about UFO conspiracies.”

“Okay first,” you sit up, wriggling a little in your seat as you raise a finger, about to start on a shpeal. “Project Blue Book wasn’t a conspiracy, it really happened. I was just being a shit about the aliens bit, UFOs don’t mean aliens, they mean-”

He leans forward quickly and kisses you. 

The action takes you by surprise, how his lips feel against yours, how his beard brushes against you. He tastes a little of that stupid fennel toothpaste he uses, the one that he proclaims is the best for your gums but tastes like an overload of aniseed and salt. The one that you tried once and never again. The one that you tease him for using at any given opportunity.

But now you lean closer, your hand on his cheek as you lick into his mouth, trying to swallow down any essence of the taste. 

He groans a little as your tongue strokes his, his hum is pleasant as it vibrates into you. He slides his hand to your waist, pulling your chair even closer to him. The heat from his palm permeates into you, soothing your muscles, making you ease even further into his touch. 

When he pulls back after a long moment, he sighs. It’s the smallest, sweetest sound through his nose, a low grumble of contentment in his chest. He presses his forehead against yours for a second.

You swallow and he opens his eyes at the sound, moving back a fraction. 

“If I’d known that would shut you up, I would have done it ages ago.” He grins. 

You mock gasp, playfully pretending to hit him on the shoulder. “You’re the worst.”

He giggles, scooting his chair closer to you whenever you move away, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it better.” 

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[aka-indulgence]

Knocking (on your window)

It’s Ravioli time :]

When one night you find the aptly named “Smiling Man” out your window, you call a friend for some help.

CW: home invasion from a wobbly guy

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“Are you sure that’s the smiling man?”

You look out the window. A long, lanky ‘man’ stands outside, just under a streetlamp, spotlighted by it. He’s waving at you in a way that makes it look like his arms have no bones, or any other solid structure inside it.

“Yeah… pretty sure,” you grimace.

Its smile was so… unsettling. Just teeth. No lips.

“You sure it’s not just someone in a costume or something? There are some weird people in this town, or those college kids messing about,”

“Sarah!!” You cry desperately, “What guy stands over seven feet tall and looks like he’s only slightly more solid than those used-car salesman balloon thingy?? He doesn’t have skin! His face is just… shadows! And some eyes and teeth!”

“Some reports say he’s over seven feet five inches,”

You make a sound akin to a steaming kettle.

“That! Really doesn’t help!”

“Sorry,” you can hear Sarah’s apologetic grin through the phone. “You’re right, that’s probably pretty hard to fake. So he’s stretching his arms?”

You squint.

“Yeah… he’s stretching his right arm right now,”

“Uh oh. What’s he doing? Is he trying to grab you?”

“Um…” you look back at the cryptid. He hasn’t stopped waving or smiling at you. He might as well be some highly advanced floppy car salesman balloon with how consistently he’s doing it, except his mouth keeps moving. His teeth waving like they weren’t set in gum. You feel goosebumps travel up your back.

“Not… exactly? He’s just. Standing there. Looking at me. And… waving.”

“... Is it a threatening wave?”

“I don’t know?? He’s smiling. Is that a bad or a good sign?”

“Hm. Could go either way, honestly. You’re not looking him in the eyes are you?”

“What?!” You jump, your skin turning cold. You were looking for comfort when you called Sarah, some way to deal with a cryptid looking at you through your bedroom window, but this was having the opposite effect. You look down at the carpet, just to be safe.

“Is- is that a bad thing? I’ve been looking at him this whole time!”

“Uh… probably not great…” Sarah sighs, (while you scream internally), “Generally you don’t want him to notice you. I mean, most cryptids I read up on says that, just a general ‘don’t bother the weird creature just in case they’re dangerous’ sort of thing. From what I read he’s dangerous based on his mood? It looks like he mostly just hangs around an area and looks creepy. Sometimes asks for candy.”

There’s a confused noise on the other end, then a pause. A tap.

“Here it says ignoring him when he wants attention might make him more pushy so maybe it’s ok…?”

“What? So do I look at him or not?”

“Hang on! It’s a bit contradictory,”

You make a noise of discomfort, balling the ends of your pajama shirt in your hand.

“Ok if that’s… whatever, is there anything on your creepy spooky books that tell you about how to drive him away?”

“I’m looking this up online. Also… one sec I can’t find anything that says how to get rid of him… I think they mostly just tell you t-”

You blow out your phone’s mic and Sarah’s speaker when you scream, because- the smiling man was at your window now, his hand rap-tap-tapping on your window, long spindly fingers scratching down the glass and making your hairs stand. Ochre eyes peer at you over the sill. Did he get taller…? His pupils were wide… and blank.

“What, what?!”

“HE’S HERE!”

“What do you mean-”

“HE’S AT MY WINDOW. YEP. He’s definitely noticing me, a lot right now, hahaha- whatdoIdo.” You laugh manically, death gripping your phone.

“Uh-” You’re pretty sure Sarah could hear the sound of scratching on her end, “well did you lock everything?”

“Yeah-” You say confidently until you see that your window is in fact not locked. At the same time the smiling man sees where you’re looking and- you slam the window shut with your body before he tries anything, locking the window.

… The smiling man looks like he isn’t smiling. His eyes looked… furrowed? Though there are no evidence of eyebrows. He scratches more on the window.

“Iiin…. iiiiiin….” It moans.

Hahaha, nope! You smile panickedly.

“I… I think I locked everything,” you say, though now… you’re not so sure.

And even more concerningly, the smiling man was walking away from the window.

“Did you?”

Your back was starting to soak from the sweat.

“I… don’t know,”

“(Y/n)!!” Sarah shouts.

“Hold on I’m- I’m gonna check don’t hang up!”

Ignoring her sounds of confusion, you open your bedroom door, (just barely covering your scream when you see a spider run by into your room. Normally that was enough to send you into a panicking spiral, but you had bigger fish to fry.) You practically fell down the stairs to check on your doors and windows, turning every light on.

The perks of having a house: Having a house, in this economy!

Cons of having a house: Not great if there’s a inhuman monster waiting outside while living alone.

You don’t open your windows too much downstairs, but you thought the same about your bedroom window. You slip your hands under curtains to double check that they were locked…

A pair of gangly legs walk by as shadows on the curtain. You hear the smiling man, muttering… something. It sounded like he was saying words, but you couldn’t make them out. Sometimes he sounded like there were two voices talking over each other, as if he had a second mouth (god, you hoped not). His voice sounded both like an abyss deep rumble and distorted high pitched sighs.

You wished you were back in your hometown, when cryptids were just funny, probably-not-real things you’d hear about online. Far away from you.

Can he hear you in here?

Having the utmost caution, you tiptoed over to the door and quietly click its light on.

It was closed.

Phew. Ok that’s good.

No entry points for him.

Clicking it off, you skipped your way back to the stairs, doing your best to reassure yourself that he probably can’t get in now, turning on your phone’s flashlight before turning the rest of the lights off. You felt like a kid again, running up the stairs as soon as the lights turn off, and- oh god he’s scratching the door.

You race to your room and lock the door, letting out a long sigh as you lean against it.

“Sarah, you still there?”

“No way am I leaving you while you’re having a horror experience.”

“Thanks.”

You wander over to the window and close the curtains. Don’t want the smiling man to be peeking at you. You turn the lights on and sit on the bed, smoothing your forehead and controlling your breathing. Now that you calmed down a bit, you were feeling a lot colder.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,”

“Hah, I don’t blame you. Who would?”

“You alright with me calling you for a bit longer?”

“Yeah,” Sarah responds, though you could hear her yawning on the other end.  “I’m getting a bit tired but I can call for probably another half hour.”

You never thought Sarah’s cryptid research was going to be anything more than ‘wow these folktales are really neat’ conversations, but you’re glad she knows. You don’t know how you’d hold up if you were completely alone.

“You think I should call the police or something?”

“About a cryptid? They’d probably laugh at you. Something about only calling them for emergencies. I tried when I was twelve-”

Your smile while you listened to Sarah disappears when you hear a click. Very quiet- you wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t so alert right now. Slowly, you turn your head around and…

Your window is open.

Your freeze. How…?

“No one fucking believed me when I told them I saw the Geyser bat. Yeah like I didn’t hear him stomping on my-”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” You screech, your phone dropping to the carpet with a thunk. Inside your room was the smiling man, his head bent to the side- the ceiling was too short for him.

“Hee….” the creature smiles, his teeth going up as high as beside his eyes. “Hhh…. hi…”

“(Y/n)? What’s happening?!”

“HE’S IN MY ROOM!” You yell, looking at the device on the floor while you fumble with your door’s lock.

Fuck- my phone! You reach for it, but the creature grabs it with his dark hand, examining it… then hangs up.

He throws it behind him.

Fuck your hand’s so sweaty it keeps slipping on the-!

“No… escape.”

You scream. He’s grabbed your wrist and your other hand, and pulls you to him- like his arms were made of rubber band, snapping you towards him.

“Nononono NO!!”

You’re spun around, and when your head stopped spinning, you realize you’re tangled in his rope-like arms. He leans in close to you, his void-black face staring at you, too close.

“Hiii…. girl…friend.”

[narrans]

Stellar Allies | Part Five

GT July | Stellar Allies | Part Five

Words: Overbearing, Out of Reach, Distortion

The question lingered in the back of Cliff’s mind for a few moments as the situation settled over him. It made perfect sense that Ol’oih, their newfound alien companion, would probably have crew members with him. If that thing that was in the sky was their ship, the pieces that broke off were probably also escape pods and not just meteorite debris as he and Jax originally thought.

With that being said, Cliff’s mind drew a complete blank. When they realized how close Ol’oih’s escape pod, what they thought was a meteorite, had landed, they’d abandoned all observation on the other chunks that broke from the main body. If he thought about the trajectory of where the main body was going, it was possible for them to maybe find out what happened to one of the pieces.

On the other hand, it was equally as possible th-.

“What did he ask?” Jax’s voice made Cliff jump. He’d been so focused trying to solve the question and the issues it presented that he completely forgot about keeping his friend in the loop. He looked down into the crate and saw Ol’oih’s hopeful features gazing back at him while Jax’s face held minor annoyance that he had to wait for Cliff to translate since he was the only one with a direct line of communication to the alien.

“I… sorry. He wanted to know if we knew what happened to the rest of the crew. I’m guessing the thing we saw falling from the sky last night was the main ship, and he wants to know if we know anything about the others,” stated Cliff. He looked down at Ol’oih and swallowed the dryness forming in his throat. “How many others were a part of your crew?”

“There are seven of us total,” Ol’oih pathed, not hesitating when being asked. He felt like he could trust these two, at least at the moment, and he needed to know anything and everything he could before planning his next move. “There is Captain Immott Imai, second-in-command Adda Noz’ex, medical officer Scix’en Trok, our two technical specialists Arcal Kor and Valaih Du’uhl, and then cultural specialist Q’crul Kaelis. Also, as stated before, I am the linguistic specialist. I was meant to be a translator and dialogue analyzer on our information gathering mission.”

The names came so quickly from their six-inch-tall alien companion that Cliff had no hope of trying to memorize or pronounce any of the names correctly. He doubted he could even list one of the names at the moment and instead continuing to listen as Ol’oih continued “pathing” to him.

“We were in orbit and descending in our ship to harness clearer readings when something happened aboard our ship. I do not know if it was an electrical issue or if we were struck, but whatever the case we began entering the atmosphere and had to abandon ship,” Ol’oih pathed as he felt a wave of sadness sweep over him.

I don’t even know if they’re alive. Best case scenario, they managed to rendezvous with the observation team here on the ground and are trying to track either my pod or my suit. Worst case scenario… they’ve been found.

Ol’oih remembered hearing stories and reading books written about the human race, and much of the literature read like a horror story. Capture. Torture. Containment. Uncooperativeness. Destruction. Granted, in those stories the alien race was often the aggressor, but Ol’oih’s people were different.

We’re Stren, not some warring race like the Off’el. We wouldn’t hurt them. It’s why we’re here – to gather information to see if they’re ready for true first contact. Are humans more like us? Or like the Off’el?

“Um… Ol’oih?” He looked up and could read it in the boys’ faces. Though nonverbal communication was limited from their various intercepted transmissions, the miniscule alien could tell that the information they boys had was going to be minimal and disappointing.

Amazing how much I can read just in their faces. It’s like my ciferi. Interesting.

“Yes?” Ol’oih pathed, making sure to speak with intention rather than let his internal thoughts mingle with what he wanted Clifford and Jaxson to hear.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t know what happened to your crewmates,” stated Cliff with a disappointed shake of his head. “We saw the big piece go by and probably crash north of us, but not any of the other fragments. That’s all we know. If anyone else was watching the sky last night, they’d probably be all over the area by now looking for meteorite fragments and maybe finding pieces of your ship.”

“And that’s if a hobbyist got to the pieces first. You know how close we are to Area 51? We’d be lucky if a hobbyist found what was left of your ship. If the government or other organization got to it first, there’s no way we’d find out wha-” Jax was cut off by a stern glare from Cliff, which Ol’oih immediately picked up.

“Wait. What was that? Please! Do not be dishonest with me now. Why did you cut Jaxson off? What is Area 51? And your… government? That is your elected republic officials, yes? Do they… know about us? About life beyond your orbit? Please! Clifford! Jaxson!” Ol’oih pathed. He could hear the desperation in his tone and hoped Cliff would understand how distraught he was.

And Cliff did.

He didn’t mean to shut down his best friend, but he was hoping to give the information a little at a time to not scare the alien. The last thing Cliff wanted was for the little guy to go rogue or hostile, especially while he was physically attached to the alien’s tail-like appendage. The fluctuating gradation of colors rippling over Ol’oih’s skin told Cliff that the alien was feeling distress and uncertainty, and rightfully so.

“Clifford? If you know something, I urge you to share it. Please! If my crew – my friends – are in danger, I need to try and help them. C-can you ask Jaxson to… to… explain? O-or you could! Please!” Ol’oih pathed again, boldly taking a step toward the boy’s hand and laying his palms against the base of the boy’s index finger.

Cliff hated he and his friend had contributed to it, but there was no changing it now. Cliff sighed and exchanged a look with Jax, who had obviously picked up on the fact that he’d shared a bit too much too fast based on the sheepishly guilty look on his face.

“He… wants you to explain.” Cliff gave a nod to his friend and, understanding his meaning, Jax jumped into the conversation. This time, however, Jax was obviously being a bit more precise with his words. He had just began talking as if it were just him and Cliff. It hadn’t occurred to him in that exact moment that the alien wouldn’t know about the conspiracies and rumors about what Jax was referring to.

“I… sorry. I didn’t want to scare you or anything,” apologized Jax. “It’s just… there’s a lot of weird stuff that happens. Um… do you know what a conspiracy is?”

“Conspiracy? No. Define, please,” pathed Ol’oih. He continued to take long, deep breaths to keep his body from thrumming nervously to the point where he might panic or shut down entirely.

“He doesn’t know what it means,” translated Cliff.

“Oh, um… well… a conspiracy is technically defined as a ‘secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful;’ however, people… that is, us humans, sometimes use the word conspiracy when referring to something that may or may not be true because we don’t have enough evidence to back it up. There is supposed ‘evidence,’ but sometimes it comes from an unreliable source. Make sense?” asked Jax.

When Cliff shook his head, obviously translating for Ol’oih, Jax continued.

“Um… okay. Here’s an example. Some people don’t think that humans landed on the moon. Even though there are pictures and stories and all sorts of other pieces of ‘evidence,’ some people think it is a conspiracy – a lie – to cover up the truth that we never set foot on the moon. We say it’s a conspiracy because the people who are telling us that we landed on the moon are secretive and part of a larger organization that may or may not have an agenda.” Jax felt like he didn’t explain everything well, but Ol’oih seemed to be understanding because he looked back to Cliff and then back to him as Cliff translated once more.

“So, tell him about Area 51.”

“Right, so. Area 51 is a military base owned by the government. A lot of people, myself and Cliff included, think that Area 51 is a place where our government hides the existence of aliens from us. There have been countless stories and sightings of ships, in theory, but nothing has been confirmed officially. There are countless conspiracies that there’s UFO testing and alien research that goes on there, but no one really knows because everything there is classified as top secret and no one who works there will talk about what they actually do.

“Now, we actually live not too far away from Area 51, this top secret testing facility, which is what worries me because if we saw your ship, other people who work there might also have seen it and are investigating it right now. I was saying if we were lucky that others, like Cliff and I, might’ve gotten to the crash sites first and might be helping you and your crew; and that if we are unlucky, the people who work there might’ve gotten to the wreck sites first.

“Sorry… I… I’m sorry. I should’ve thought before blurting out stuff like that. I really hope your crew is okay,” said Jax as guilt constricted his chest. He was so used to talking openly with his friend about these kinds of things that it wasn’t even a second thought for him to think about what this information could mean to Ol’oih who, after hearing this, immediately felt faint.

Head swirling and body taking over, his legs buckled and he fell backwards completely limp. Thankfully, Cliff and Jax had both reached forward and caught him before he hit the hard ground. It only lasted a few seconds, but blackout was enough for Ol’oih to realize how dire his situation really was.

They’re not like us. How could we have missed this? Years of observation and we missed this? We knew about their wars and crimes against one another, and we’ve had our struggles too, but to know they’re more like Off’el?

Ol’oih had to know if his crewmates were okay. They had to be! Forcing control back over himself, Ol’oih pushed himself against the boys’ hands until he was upright and waited for the nausea to subside before daring to path back to Cliff again. There was one way he could tell if they were alright or not, but he couldn’t do it alone.

“Clifford, please. I need your help. I need to know if my crewmates are okay.” Images of his friends flashed before his eyes, and he intentionally allowed those images to path to the human boy. Simple things. Them eating meals together. Studying as a group. Leaning back in their pods as they started their expedition here to Earth.

“Woah… Did you just?” Cliff could have sworn that, as he blinked, some of Ol’oih’s memories flashed before his eyes like photo negatives from an old film camera. “Never mind. What can we do?”

“My escape pod. I need it. Please. It possesses equipment to locate their transponders. Also, a current map of our location, specifically that area Jaxson was referring to,” pathed Ol’oih. He knew he must sound overbearing at the moment, but that didn’t matter. What he needed was out of reach and this was the only way he could have peace of mind.

The alternative was far too distressing to consider so soon after he’d managed to find solace in these human allies who had found him.

“Y-yeah. Definitely. Um… Jax, would you grab Ol’oih’s escape pod? He says he’ll be able to find his crewmates with the tech he’s got on it,” said Cliff.

“Sure thing.” Jax carefully tilted his hand so Ol’oih was sitting entirely on Cliff’s fingers while he ran over and grabbed the pod from its hiding place.

“Ol’oih, it’s going to be okay,” Cliff reassured. “We’ll find them.”

I hope so, but what state will they be in when they’re found? Ol’oih wondered silently to himself.

Jax finally managed to pull out the escape pod and carefully set it down in the middle of Cliff’s bedroom. Both boys exchanged an awkward glance, knowing the pod wouldn’t fit inside of the crate comfortably. They knew they needed to bring Ol’oih to the pod, which meant picking him up. Feeling the urgency, Cliff decided to bite the bullet and addressed the issue head on.

“Um… Ol’oih? Is it okay if I… pick you up?” asked Cliff.

“Pick me up? What?” pathed Ol’oih.

“The pod won’t fit directly into this crate here, so we can either tilt the whole thing after pulling out the dishes and stuff, or I can just lift you out really quick and set you over there by your escape pod,” explained Cliff.

If he was being honest with himself, Ol’oih didn’t like the idea of being held. Some of the other beings his people interacted with on a daily basis were as large as humans and, as part of training, they had to simulate being held or carried in a plethora of positions.

Still, it made him uncomfortable.

His comfort, however, wasn’t the primary concern.

His entire body now almost completely consisting of yellow and gray hues, he pathed back, “That is fine, though I would prefer crouching to being encased.”

“Fair enough,” agreed Cliff. He gingerly slid his hand under Ol’oih’s feet while keeping his left hand nearby for stability and because Ol’oih’s tail, or “addon” as he called it, was still firmly imbedded into his flesh. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Cliff inhaled a steadying breath as he lifted Ol’oih’s entire body up off of the ground. The little six inch tall alien was lighter than expected, and his balance was a bit unstable. Cliff guessed it was because his tail probably acted as a counterbalance when on unsteady surfaces, like that of a cat, and that he couldn’t use it at the moment and instead resorted to gripping onto Cliff’s fingers for dear life. It was fascinating to feel all four fingers on each hand grasp individually onto the ridges of his fingers, but Cliff would revel in the interaction later.

The moment the back of his hand was resting on the ground, Ol’oih rushed over to his ship and climbed inside, partially jerking Cliff forward since he hadn’t disconnected his tail.

In the pod, Ol’oih crouched and began typing as fast as possible any and all commands to ping the members of his crew. The lights flickered for a moment, making his heart sink, before glowing dimly. The image was a bit distorted, but the module was ready to receive instructions, and that’s exactly what he intended to do with it.

If they’re relatively close, I should be able to signal their transponders. It’ll let them know I’m pinging them.

The signal went out and Ol’oih held his breath as the screen dimmed and crackled. His thrumming body was making every part of him shake in anticipation. It was unnerving. Every element of training had prepared him for the worst case scenario, but living it was an entirely different matter.

Please… please Ove… let them be alive and unhar-…

Through the distortion on the yellowed, flickering screen, thirteen dots appeared. Ol’oih couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only were the dots clearly visible, but they were also clustered together and, if his readings were correct, not too far away.

The real question was whether or not they were in this infamous “Area 51.”

“Clifford. Do you have the map? And could you or Jaxson mark Area 51 on it?” Ol’oih pathed, looking eagerly up at the two boys.

“Got it,” said Jaxson, as if he already knew what the miniscule alien was asking for by a simple look. In his hands, he held the tablet down so that Ol’oih could better see the screen. His eyes flicked from the instruments in his pod and then back to the screen in Jaxson’s hands.

Both human boys held their breath as they waited for some kind of indication. Neither wanted to be the first to break the silence. The air around them was saturated in anxiety so tangible it could be cut with a knife.

Then, they saw it happen.

Ol’oih’s shoulders slumped and his head hung low.

No… are we… too late? Cliff wondered.

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[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 4

Four werewolves and a human sit down to dinner...

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Wolfgang and Kristopher have not come alone. Natalia, Kristopher’s wife has come to. She and Kristopher have three kids together. Samir is relieved they didn’t bring them to dinner. He and Reece greet her and the meal properly begins.

Samir is nervous at first, then the other werewolves begin eating. They’re every bit as messy as him! He tucks into his food happily, glad he doesn’t have to repress his gluttonous nature and Reece prepares himself for people talking with their mouths full.

Wolfgang: This is delicious

Natalia: Much better than what we have on set

Kristopher: Natalia is an actress in her spare time

Reece: Oh my sister’s friend does that. What do you do Kristopher?

Kristopher: Look after any wolves that come through these parts

Samir: How long have you been doing that

Natalia: A while… he’s immortal see

Reece: Immortal?

Kristopher: Love you forget, they don’t know much about our lore

Wolfgang: They should if they’ve been reading my books, I see a few of them on the shelf

Samir: You write

Wolfgang: Under a pen name of course of but you can also find me at the main mill most days, I’m the librarian

Reece: You work for the library? Say hi to Flynn and Eve for me

*crickets as no one else gets the geeky joke*

Reece: Uh, did you write that bit in The Werewolf who came in from the cold?

Samir: About the collective

Wolfgang: You could read that? Oh wonderful

Kristopher: It means your eyes are adjusting properly. You’ll be able to see extra text in many of the books in the library

Wolfgang: And my books of course. Read up on what you can and we’ll fill in the blanks for you

Reece offers to sort the dishes while Samir grabs some of the meat in the fridge for seconds. Reece goes to the lounge to do more of his homework while Samir asks more questions.

Samir: Will I always be hungry

Kristopher: It takes a lot of calories to shift, and we have a faster metabolism than humans. I’d suggest planting a fruit tree of some kind so you can always have a snack on hand

Samir: I’m more a meat kind of guy

Kristopher: *whispers* how is your hearing

Samir: *whispers* pretty good

The conversation continues with the group talking so quietly that Reece who is close by cannot hear a word they say.

Natalia: It’s an adjustment being able to hear so much. I am not looking forward to what I might hear when the kids become teens

Samir: Wolfgang… what did you mean when you said Reece and I were lucky to have found each other? It seemed weighted

Kristopher: Tell me you didn’t-

Wolfgang: That was all I said Kristopher, those words

Samir: Why? What could he have said

Kristopher: Nothing that’s backed up by precedent

Wolfgang: Just because you’ve never encountered it before-

Kristopher: *snaps* For the last time, fated mates have only ever been documented in relationships between werewolves

Samir: Fated what

An awkward silence descends as Kristopher and Wolfgang exchange looks and Natalia clearly searches for something to say.

Kristopher: So you want to take on who killed your parents do you

Samir: What? *growls* Do you know who it was

Wolfgang: We have an idea

Kristopher: But no, we’re not telling you until we’re sure you won’t go getting yourself killed. Come outside with me, show me what you can do

Samir follows Kristopher outside, nearly slipping on the icy ground.

Kristopher: You need to work on your reflexes

Samir: I know…

Kristopher: I trust you’ve figured out how to shift at will?

Samir: Sort of…

Kristopher: Come on, show me

The older wolf effortlessly ripples into his wolf form while Samir enters his wolf form more awkwardly.

Samir: Why don’t our clothes tear

Kristopher: We may change our physical appearance but you’ll find we stay a similar size. Now, attack me

The pair disappear into a cloud of dust and fur! Samir isn’t used to tangling with someone as fast as him so he has a job staying ahead of Kristopher’s swings. He sadly discovers a bop to his wolf nose is extremely painful, and that it’s harder to slice through fur with his claws than he thought.

When the dust settles Kristopher is the clear victor but Samir isn’t hurt.

Kristopher: You have an amount of raw talent. That may have been fine on the football field but it’s different as a wolf. You need to work on refining your talents

Samir: I know. Thanks

Kristopher: Anytime. If you want to join the collective-

Samir: No. I have Reece

Kristopher: Up to you of course. I’ll grab the others and take our leave. Howl if you ever need anything

Samir goes inside and Reece looks up from his homework.

Reece: You do make a good looking werewolf… but I still think we should keep woohoo to human form only

Samir: No problem, I can shift

Samir goes into the kitchen to get some space and tries to shift. Nothing changes.

Samir: Damn it!

Reece: It’s okay boss, you’ve done it before. You’ll do it again

Samir: Right blondie, I’ll try. I am in control *deep breath* I am in control….

Reece does his best to think calming thoughts as Samir awkwardly shifts back to human form. It’s still a rusty process but at least he can do it.

Reece: There… my handsome lover is back. Did the others have any good tips

Samir: Just to keep reading and working on skills. Now I have a pretty good tip for you… if you can take it

Reece: *chuckles* I do my best

Samir: Come on, let’s put you to bed

Reece: *sighing* I love you

Samir: *smirks* I love you to, now come on or you’ll miss all the fun

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[naminethewriter]

Monstrously Simple Days at College

Chapter Six: Entirely Scientific Interest

Masterpost | First | Previous | Ao3

Story Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can’t be that bad, can it?

Content Warnings: Remus starts a discussion about genitalia, comparing the differences between their monster species, it slips in some innuendos but there is no sexual content

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Cultural Exchange is a course every single student at the college is required to take. Be they human or monster, there are no exceptions. The goal of the course is as it says in the name: to learn about the cultures of different people. The humans may only be one species, but they are so widespread that their cultures differ greatly even over relatively small distances, while there are many different species of monsters that do have some cultural differences even within their specific species but not as much variety as humans as a whole. So, there is a lot for both sides to learn.

With as many students as there are, there are several classes going on at once and thankfully for them, Roman, Remus, Logan, Janus, Virgil and Patton were all assigned to the same one. There is one big group project that everyone has to complete and that is to research one culture not represented in the group decided by drawing lots.

They got assigned sirens this time and everyone was happy with that selection. Merfolk in general tend to keep to themselves, but sirens even more so. Unlike what the legends usually say, they use their singing as a defense mechanism. With the continued intermingling of species however, an effort has been made to learn more about merfolk and in turn sirens, so there is some research for the group to fall back on.

Especially Logan and Janus are eager to learn, with the former being simply fascinated by any new knowledge and the latter because his entire nature directs him to gather as much information as possible.

Right now, Roman, Virgil, Janus, Logan and Remus are waiting for Patton in the room they have booked to plan their project. Patton has texted them his apologies for running late but offered to bring them coffee, so they had texted him their orders.

Roman and Virgil are passing the time on their phones, while Janus stares boredly off into space. Logan however is trying to get their partner to stop drawing crude pictures on the whiteboard.

“Remus, this is an inappropriate place for you to draw penises,” he sighs.

“Why’s that?” Remus asks, a smirk on its lips saying they know full well why.

“This is a classroom, meus, not your sketchbook.”

“Why does that matter?! Penises have their place in a classroom.”

Logan raises one of their eyebrows. “How so?”

“Simple anatomy, of course! And they’re different for all of us!” She begins a new drawing next to the penis he already drew. “Look, human cocks have different heads than us dragons! We’re more spear-like and they’re harder, too. Plus there’s some scales along ours.”

“Fascinating,” Logan murmurs as they closely study Remus’ drawings, apparently now fully convinced of their scientific merit.

“Aaaand, ours don’t just hang lose like we’re just begging for them to get damaged. We have sheaths.”

“I was aware of that. In fact, most monster species have them. It’s an interesting similarity between such a variety of biologies.”

“Witches are the same as humans, right?”

“Remus, do you have to ask your partner about their genitals when I’m in the same room?” Roman complains, gagging over her phone.

“It’s simple anatomy, my dear,” Janus chimes in, grinning like Cheshire cat. “Their interest is purely scientific. Weren’t you listening?” Roman gives him a blank look but doesn’t feel like commenting further, so instead she taps on Virgil’s shoulder to show them a meme she just found. Virgil looks over and pulls out on of their earbuds to talk to her about it, the two of them dissolving into their own little world.

Logan ignores their interruption and keeps their attention on Remus. “Indeed. Physically we are the same as humans, but we differ in our spiritual makeup. Though I could alter my form however I please with the right spells.”

“Oh, kinda like Janny then, right? Since you can just shapeshift at will?” Remus turns directly to Janus for that second part who’s studying his nails with disinterest now that the subject of his teasing is preoccupied.

“In a way. My form right now is not my default, and I can have pretty much any parts I want.”

“Truly fascinating,” Logan says as they lean closer, watchful eyes studying Janus’ form. “I was aware of this being a chosen form but not to what extent.”

“Well, it’s not like I can do whatever I want,” Janus clarifies, fully turning towards them. “I can’t change my hair color or grow my limbs longer. But since we sphynxes don’t really have a sex as most others, I’m not as restricted there.”

“But most sphynxes are perceived to be women, right?” Logan wonders, tilting his head as he tries to recall whatever information he has read about them so far.

“Most of my kind would choose ‘woman’ as the label for them before ‘man’, yes. But few actually care. I am pretty much an outlier there.”

“You’re so lucky you don’t have to worry about STDs and pregnancy shit,” Remus sighs. “Interspecies protection is such a hassle to keep track of.”

“What do you mean, he doesn’t have to worry about such things?” Logan asks, their brow furrowed.

“Well, you know how we don’t really know how sphynxes reproduce, right? They keep it this big secret for only them to know.” Remus waits for Logan to nod before continuing its explanation. “Since they do it in that mysterious way we don’t know about, they are completely incompatible with our reproduction systems, so they can’t get pregnant, can’t get anyone else pregnant and don’t even contract the diseases that correlate to genitals.”

“My form is simply an imitation on the most basic level,” Janus adds, grinning at Logan’s stumped expression. “On a genetic level, I am completely different from you. We don’t have the same cells at all. So I can’t get sick with most of the common diseases or really transfer them either.”

“I will need to have an in-depth discussion with you on this subject sometime,” Logan insists, their eyes practically glowing with curiosity.

“Earn it,” Janus says simply. They are all used to the sphynx’s challenges, so Logan’s face simply morphs from curious to determined and he nods.

“I will.”

Remus meanwhile grew bored of their conversation and hones in on his brother’s other partner.

“Hey, Virgy! What about yours?”

“What about my what?” Virgil asks, not having paid much attention since they were focused on Roman.

“Your penis!” Remus calls delighted, hoping to get a fun reaction. Behind Virgil, Roman pulls a face but doesn’t try to interject again.

Virgil pauses for a moment, staring at Remus who simply stares back.

“Why do you think I have one?”

They actually manage to dumbfound Remus with that one as it takes it a second to respond.

“You don’t?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. How would you know, you’ve never seen me naked.”

“You offering?” Remus grins, having recovered quickly but Virgil simply shows them the finger. “Boo, you’re no fun.”

“Stop trying to get at my partners’ private parts, Remus!” Roman groans. “Can we change the topic, please?”

“Just don’t engage, darling, you’re only going to rile her up more,” Janus purrs, hopping off of the table he’s been lounging on. He walks over to his partners and leans closer to Roman, grinning. “Instead, let’s talk about when you’re going to taste my dust again.”

Roman slips her phone back into her pocket to fully focus on her boyfriend immediately.

“Oh, please, you won last time only because I wasn’t feeling well then.”

“Keep telling yourself that, dear. Maybe you’ll believe it eventually,” Janus teases, his wings shuddering behind him in anticipation of another flying race already. Roman’s wings similarly shift behind her, though she is careful with the left practically leaning on Virgil, who looks at them, annoyed.

“Not this again,” they groan. “Just leave me out of it, please.”

“But we need a referee, sweetheart!” Janus pouts dramatically and not at all sincerely. “You can’t just leave us hanging!”

“Oh please,” Virgil scoffs, pushing Janus away from them when he tries to lean closer to them with his puppy eyes. Janus is rooming with Patton, he’s learned a lot about looking like a kicked puppy, but Virgil wouldn’t be swayed. “You don’t listen to me anyway and 9 out of 10 times you need photographic evidence to see who won. I am utterly unnecessary.”

“How dare!” Roman gasps, taking Virgil’s phone out of their hand to grab it instead and hold it close. “How could my wonderful knight ever think they’re unnecessary! You are most integral, no matter what! Even if your presence is simple moral support, you’re doing your part!”

Virgil’s face turns slightly purple and they pull their hand back, mumbling something incoherent under their breath. They look over to Remus and Logan, hoping they weren’t paying attention and thankfully they weren’t as they were now discussing what looked like a drawing of an anatomically correct heart.

“You could also just join the race. Maybe your speed has increased since the last time,” Janus teases and Virgil’s head snaps back to him, the purple tint on their cheeks becoming stronger.

“Oh, shut up,” they grumble.

“Stop teasing them, Janus,” Roman chides lightly, but her grin shows that she’s enjoying teasing their partner just as much. “Their bat form is just not made for racing.”

“It would definitely win an adorableness contest though.”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Shut up, both of you!” Virgil whines, hiding in the collar of their cloak.

“Uhhhh, what are we teasing the emo about?” Remus asks as it bounds over, grinning delightedly.

“Remus,” Logan sighs but doesn’t otherwise interfere.

“You don’t get to tease, that’s partner privilege,” Roman says, sticking her tongue out at her brother who returns the gesture.

“We were talking about racing actually, Remus. Want to join sometime?” Janus offers and Remus’ eyes brighten immediately.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Nooo, you’re just going to cheat!”

“Am not!”

“So are!”

“I guess we do need you to referee after all, darling,” Janus purrs at Virgil with a sly smile as the twins continue to bicker and Logan tries fruitlessly to get them to stop.

Thankfully for them, that’s when the door opens and Patton finally tumbles in.

“Sorry, kiddos!” he huffs, placing the palette of coffee orders on a table. “The coffee shop was super full and the barista looked on the verge of tears so I offered to help her out for a few minutes until the line was under control. But I got a nice discount on the drinks and a bagel as a thank you!”

“Thank you for buying us coffee, Patton,” Logan says as he grabs the cup marked for him, as well as Remus’. The others also say their thanks as the drinks get distributed and they all enjoy a few sips.

“Oh yeah, Pat! I have a question!” Remus announces suddenly.

“Sure, kiddo, shoot!”

“Is your dick furry?”

“Oh, for the love of gold, Remus! Shut up!”

[itzynabi]

crazy

summary: in which eve meets one of kibum’s friends

set: early nov 2013

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mention of food and i think that’s it

an: this isn’t proofread but enjoy this as i continue working on other scenarios. words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve’s masterlist

Eve tapped the edge of her pencil against her lip as she read the information from her iPad. She was in the living room working on a school project. She had earphones in as she worked, listening to music on Melon. Since she had music blasting in her ears, she didn’t hear Kibum enter the apartment, only becoming aware of his presence when he put his hand on her shoulder.

She screamed, putting her hand over her chest as she removed the earphones. “Why are you trying to kill me?” Eve whined.

Kibum looked down at Eve with a blank expression. “I called your name five times,” he said. “But why are you home? Don’t you have training?”

Eve shook her head, leaning against the front of the couch. “There’s no training today.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t ask. Trainer Lee told us there wouldn’t be any lessons today and that was all I needed to hear.”

He nodded. “What are you doing now?” Kibum pointed at the coffee table where her books were scattered on it.

“We have to do a project on a Korean ballerina, I’m doing Park Saeeun,” Eve answered. “It’s due in a week so I’m doing it now to get it out of the way.”

“Yeoksi, my princess is smart to do her work in advance,” he complimented her. Kibum walked into the kitchen to get something to eat.

“Your food’s in the fridge, just warm it up!” Eve told him, referring to the lunch she made. She focused again on her project.

“Thank you!” He got his food and put it in the microwave. When the microwave beeped, signalling that his food was heated up, he took it out. He fetched a spoon, beginning to eat his food as he stood against the counter. “Oh, I’m going to have my friends over for a movie tonight.”

“Okay,” she said as she continued working on her project. “What time will it be?”

“They’ll get here around seven thirty and we’ll start watching the movie at eight.”

Eve hummed. “I won’t be at home then. I’ve got my practice, remember?”

“Right!” Kibum nodded, remembering the late night practice she told him about yesterday. “What time?”

“Six until ten.”

He hummed as he ate his food. “I’ll pick you up after. The movie should be done by then.”

She nodded. “Thank you taxi driver-nim!”

“Yah, don’t call me that!” He complained, pointing his spoon at her. “You don’t even pay me.”

“You give me my allowance. If I paid you, it’d just be with your money.”

“Then I should stop giving you an allowance.”

“No! Don’t.” Eve pouted. “I need the allowance,” she said sweetly.

Kibum hummed noncommittally as he continued to eat his food. “Where are the babies?” He asked, referring to his dogs.

“I think in your room. I gave them food when I got home and then started working on my project. Lemme go check on them.” She stood up and went to her brother’s room. “They’re here!” She whisper-shouted. She reappeared, going back to her work station in the sitting room. “I think Commes Des has anger issues,” she said as she read information on Saeeun. “He kept growling at Garçon earlier,” she told him.

“He doesn’t have anger issues,” Kibum defended his dog, “he just has a strong personality.”

Eve stared at her brother. “He’s–”

“An angry dog, I know honey.” Rolling his eyes, he finished the last of his lunch. “But you’re also just scared of dogs, so you have a biassed opinion.”

“No. My fear of dogs helps me know which dogs are sweet and which dogs aren’t.”

“Whatever you say.” He walked out of the kitchen, going to sit next to Eve. Looking over her shoulder at her work, he sucked his teeth repeatedly. “You’re going to get full marks.”

“You think so?”

He hummed. “If you use a different colour to write the information for the poster, it’ll be a guaranteed 90%.”

“Which colour should I use?” She asked, laying out her highlighter on the table. Kibum leaned forward, looking over the five different highlighters.

“There’s only five colours? I thought after all these years they would’ve added new ones.”

“They added the green and blue. The standard set only has these three.” Eve pointed at the yellow, pink and orange highlighters. “But I have these markers–” she took her markers out of her pencil case– “and there’s many colours.”

Kibum gasped. “There’s even gold. What’s taking highlighters so long to add more colours?”

Eve shrugged. “You should file a complaint.”

The siblings spent the next few hours working on designing Eve’s poster for her project. The dogs woke up and started circling them as they worked. In order to keep them from chewing on her stuff, Eve threw a ball for them to play with. When she had gotten most of her work done, she changed into her leotard and tights, putting her clothes back on before going to the kitchen. She grabbed her bag, stuffing a few snacks in the side pockets so that she’d have something to eat.

“Bye, oppa.” She waved goodbye to her brother as she opened the front door.

“Bye, Nabi-yah,” he replied, playing with Garçon.

“Love you!”

“Love you too.”

After Eve’s practice, she texted Kibum.

princess nabi [22:14] i’m done now

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [22:14] okay~~ i’ll be there within twenty minutes

She sat down on the stairs of the entryway of the school with some of her classmates as they waited to get picked up.

Ten minutes later, one of her teachers, Minji, walked out of the building. “Nabi, what are you still doing here?” She looked around, seeing Eve was the only person.

“I’m waiting for my brother,” Eve responded. “He should be here in a few minutes.”

“Should I wait with you?”

Eve shook her head. “No, you don’t have to trouble yourself. You can go home, Teacher Minji.”

Minji shifted her eyes. “I’m not comfortable leaving you here by yourself.”

“No, Teacher Minji, I’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry. The security guards are still here–” she pointed at the booth by the gate where there were two security guards inside– “so I’m not alone.”

Minji stared at her. “Do you not like my company?”

“That’s not it. I just don’t see the point of you wasting your time because of me.”

“Well, I do. And I’m the adult, so what I say goes.”

Eve huffed. “If you insist,” she said as Minji sat down next to her. Eve opened her bag, ruffling around in it before pulling out a bag of Doritos. “Would you like?” She offered the packet to her teacher.

Minji stared at her. “Didn’t you already eat Doritos during our break?”

Eve tapped her bag. “I have four packets in here.”

Nodding, Minji accepted the chips. “At this point, you should just inject these into your bloodstream.”

Eve took another packet out of her bag. “I should, right? But my mom says not to.”

They sat in silence, only the sound of their crunching chips filling the air. When they were done, Eve took the empty packets and threw them away in the nearest dustbin before returning to her position. She pulled a marker out of her bag, drawing doodles on her hand whilst Minji answered messages on her phone. Soon, a car pulled up to the gate, stopping so the guards would raise it before driving in.

“I think your brother is here,” Minji said, grabbing Eve’s attention.

“Oh! He is.” Eve packed up all the markers she used, having decided to use every colour she had, and zipped up her bag. She stood up and bowed to her teacher, who was also standing. “Thank you for waiting with me.”

“It’s okay.” Minji started walking to her car. “You can bring me a packet of Doritos next time.”

Eve saluted, watching her teacher open her car door. “Aya aye, captain.” She waited until Minji entered the car before walking to Kibum’s. Opening the back door, Eve laid herself against the seats with a groan, putting on the seatbelt of the chair behind her brother.

“You just got in and you’re already complaining,” Kibum said, driving out of the school.

Eve raised her hand in objection. “I didn’t say anything yet.” She took a deep breath before exhaling with a dramatic groan. “Being a ballerina is hard work,” she whined. “My back is sore, my legs are sore, my arms are sore… Who decided to sign me up for this?”

“You,” her brother answered absentmindedly. “It’s a left here, right?” He asked, causing Eve to stare at him in confusion — not that he could see her.

“Yeah, it is,” a voice answered from the passenger seat. A female voice. A female voice that Eve recognised but couldn’t put a name to. A female voice that belonged to a person she didn’t even notice was in the car.

Pushing herself off the backseat, Eve stared at the person. Because of the lack of light, she wasn’t able to identify her. So she instead focused on her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me someone was here?”

“You came in here crying and whining,” he argued. “When was I supposed to tell you?”

“You could’ve texted me and told me not to be annoying! Then I wouldn’t have been annoying!”

Kibum scoffed. “All you are is annoying,” he teased.

Eve gaped at her brother as the car slowed down, the influx of parents picking their kids up from hagwon causing traffic. “Wow. Just how annoying do you think I can be in however long it takes for the traffic to clear up? On a scale of one to ten, how annoying?”

“Eight. Eight point two five,” he rectified. “You’re going to fall asleep before we even make it home. That’ll give me some silence. Anyways, you haven’t even greeted my guest,” he reminded her of the woman, who was silently laughing beside him.

“You’re right.” She turned to look at the woman. “Hello, I’m Kim Nabi,” she introduced herself.

“Ah, you must be the sister,” the woman said, Kibum nodding in confirmation. “I’m Nicole,” she said, turning back to look at Eve, who immediately gasped.

Sitting back against her chair, Eve nodded. “Cool. Cool. Amazing. Great!” She chuckled nervously, trying not to freak out over the fact that Nicole of KARA was in the same car as her. Giving up on being chill, Eve tried to open her door, frowning when it wouldn’t open. “Is the door locked?” She asked her brother.

“Child lock just for you,” he answered sweetly.

Eve sighed, lowkey panicking. “Do you think I could break the window?”

“No.”

“The door?”

“No.”

“The–”

“You can’t break anything, this is a rental.”

“Just buy a car already!” Eve whined in distress. “You’re gonna make little girls cry.”

“What’s happening?” Nicole asked.

“I told you about how she’s a big fan, right?” He asked, waiting for her to nod before continuing, “Whenever she sees someone she’s a fan of, for some reason, she runs away like a weirdo.”

Nicole nodded in understanding. “So she’s trying to run away?”

“Yeah. But I don’t understand why because we’re friends and she knows that.”

“There’s a reason I’m almost never home whenever you have friends over. Or if I am home, I don’t leave my room,” Eve said. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Drink water. You’ll be fine.”

Eve took her bottle out of her bag, gulping down the rest of the water. Sighing once she was done, she felt herself relax. “I do feel better. But I would like to leave.”

Kibum shook his head. “No. You kind of have to stay.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding sadly.

“You’re a Kamilia?” Nicole asked, looking back at Eve, who shook her head.

“Not even. I-I don’t even know who you are. You look like somebody, but everybody looks like somebody. Which makes sense because… everybody is somebody so they-they’re gonna look like somebody, you know? And isn’t it so crazy how people have the same features but look so different? I think it’s crazy. You know what else is crazy?” Eve asked, not giving anyone time to answer. “People. In general. Because–”

“What’s your favourite song?” Nicole interrupted.

“Lupin,” Eve answered without missing a beat.

“Oh! I thought it would’ve been one of the more upbeat songs like Pretty Girl or Mister.”

“I was also surprised by how much I liked it,” Eve said, playing with her fingers.

“This is a bit of a cheeky question, but who’s your favourite member?”

“Um, you and Seungyeon sunbaenim.”

“Really?”

Eve nodded. “Seungyeon sunbaenim is a great singer and you’re a great dancer.”

The three people spent some more time talking, Nicole trying her best to make Eve feel comfortable around her, until the latter girl started feeling sleepy.

“Go to sleep, gongju-yah,” Kibum told her, glancing at her through her in the rearview mirror and noticing how the pout on her face had gotten less prominent the more tired she got. Eve nodded, lying sideways with her head on her bag as she fell asleep.

“Why is she so cute?” Nicole cooed. “It’s crazy!” She squealed. “Does she pout in her sleep?”

Kibum nodded. “It’s annoying,” he complained. “But if you tell her she’s cute, she’ll deny it.”

“She’s the cutest person to ever exist. Why would she deny it?”

“She’s a weirdo.”

“Can I steal her to be my sister?”

“Why are you asking me? You have to ask my parents!”

“Would they let me?”

“Of course not.” He scoffed. “She’s the princess of the family.”

“That’s too bad,” she said with a sigh as they approached her apartment building. Kibum parked outside the gate, unlocking the car to let her out. “Bye, Key.”

“Bye, Cole.” He watched her get into the apartment complex before driving back to his place. When he parked, he turned around to wake Eve up. “Nabi-yah,” he called out softly a few times until she stirred from her sleep. “Let’s go up.”

Pushing herself off the chair, she unbuckled her seat belt and held her bag before leaving the car with her brother. They rode the elevator to their level, Eve immediately going to the kitchen to get something to eat. As she waited for the food she picked out to warm up, Kibum walked up to her, looking at his phone.

“Nicole said she hopes the next time you see her you’ll feel more comfortable,” he told her.

“Absolutely not,” Eve said, shaking her head. “I was only semi-comfortable because I was tired.”

Kibum typed, waiting a few seconds for her to respond. “She said she’ll just have to spend a lot of time around you until you’re comfortable.”

Taking her food out of the microwave when it was done, Eve sighed. “This is crazy.”

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[ac0531]

Together

The new rayllum clip still has me screaming!!! I instantly had this idea come into my head when watching it, so I hope you guys enjoy!!

Look!” Callum pointed up to the sky, enthusiastically tracing the pattern of the stars. “You can see the big spoon!”

“The what?” Rayla gave him a quizzical look, her curiosity piquing at the term Callum had just given that constellation.

“Don’t you have names for constellations here?” Callum asked, turning his attention back to his sketch book, tracing the lines of another drawing.

“Yeah, we do.” Rayla tried not to chuckle, looking back at the sky, smiling to herself. “I guess they’re just different.”

That caught Callum’s attention, turning to look back at the elf. He’d never heard of the constellations being different to others, but maybe it was something that the elves shared. “So what do you call the big spoon?”

Rayla leaned forward, eyes trained on the set of stars that Callum had pointed out. “That’s Garlaath, The Annihilator.” She spoke without hesitation, resting her hands on her knees.

“Oh..” Callum pondered for a second, confused on what all that meant. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Rayla looking at him. “…neat.”

He smiled to himself, deciding to continue. “Uh, those five stars in a row are supposed to be the handle of the big spoon.” He explained, tracing his graphite across the paper, making the outline of a spoon.

Rayla leaned over, catching a glimpse of the drawing. She smiled to himself, enjoying the subtleness of their time together. It was something that… she really needed with him. “Those five stars are Garlaath’s bandolier of skulls.”

Despite still being confused, Callum went along with Rayla. “Uh huh, I see it. Unusual garment choice for Garlaath, not very subtle.”

Rayla’s lips formed into a small smile, leaning back against the rock. “Annihilators don’t need to be subtle.” She explained, noticing Callum shift his focus to another set of stars.

“What do you call that star?” He pointed to an extremely bright orb illuminating, radiating with energy. “The brightest star in the sky. We call it the South Star, humans use it to navigate you know, to… to find their way in the endless darkness of the night.”

As Callum explained the origins of the star, Rayla leaned forward to get a better look. Hearing Callum talk about how humans used the stars for navigation and understanding was interesting to her, but the more she listened, the more her attention diverted away from his words, to him…

To her big, dumb human that was smiling, enjoying himself, being enthusiastic about the conversation. A feeling of relief, mixed in with satisfaction washed over her, her eyes never leaving him.

Smiling, she lowered her head, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Callum froze, his mind blanking for a second on what he was just talking about. He felt heat starting to form on his face, thinking it was from the fire… when that was just a small excuse.

“W-Wha… What’s happening?” Callum stuttered, still not finding the words.

“Callum…” Rayla began, eyes closing and feeling a sense of bliss. “I’m glad we can be here together. Looking at the stars…”

Her words surprised Callum, but only for a second. His lips formed into a soft smile, a feeling of warmth buzzing in the pit of his stomach. Feeling a bit of confidence within him, Callum leaned in, resting his cheek on top of her head, closing his eyes.

There was silence now, safe for the sounds of animals in the distance and the crackling of the fireplace. It created for an atmosphere of tranquility, with no one there to interrupt them, to disturb this peaceful moment.

Rayla knew that there was still a lot to sort out between her and Callum, but for now, she chose to savor this moment, to be with the person she still loved.

She felt… safe in his hold.

Safe from the outside world.

Safe….

“That beautiful shining star you just pointed out, we call it: Leola’s Last Wish.”

“Huh…” Callum thought for a moment, not knowing who that was. Even after all the books he had read, that name never once appeared in any of the texts. “Who’s Leola?”

“I don’t know.” Rayla looked up at him. “Garlaath’s friend maybe?” There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, and Callum couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as his arm slowly wrapped around her back, keeping her close to him.

Now there was silence again, the two not knowing what else to say. Callum would occasionally look down at Rayla, seeing her eyelids getting heavier, her hand coming up to rest on the spot where his heart was.

She exhaled softly, feeling the steady rhythm of it. It reminded her that he was still here, still alive, and with her to enjoy this.

A few more minutes passed, Callum having pushed his sketchbook to the side now.

“Rayla?” Callum whispered, but noticed that she has fallen limp against him, letting out soft breaths. Her hand hadn’t left the spot where she’d rested it, and Callum smiled.

Gently, he took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth. His lips made gentle contact with the skin there, leaving small kisses, giving her a reminder that he was still here, and wasn’t going anywhere.

But it didn’t stop there, as the next thing Callum knew, his lips touched the top of her head, giving her a small kiss near the base of one of her horns.

It served as a reminder that he’d protect her, not lose her after the scare at Umber Tor.

A reminder that he still loved her, no matter what has happened.

“I’m so happy I get to spend this moment with you too…” He whispered, feeling drowsiness overtake him.

It didn’t take long before he was sound asleep, holding his elf closer.

Because in the end, he had her and she had him.

And they were going to be alright…

[liaromancewriter]

What Could Have Been (3/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,930

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Chapter 3: Move On. Begin Anew. Aftermath of the reset and setting new expectations.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 43 prompt 3.

Cassie Valentine knew she should get some sleep, but her body wasn’t cooperating. It would be difficult enough to face Ethan Ramsey tomorrow, but doing it without rest was a recipe for disaster.

It wasn’t her first broken heart. So why did it feel like her entire self had shattered?

Before she could stop herself, she grabbed her phone and keys, shoved her arms into a hoodie and left the apartment and her sleeping roommates.

She jogged up the stairs to the empty rooftop. If she was going to have a nervous breakdown, she needed privacy.

Max Valentine woke from a light sleep and quickly snatched the phone off the night table before the ringtone disturbed his overnight guest. His heart sank when he saw his sister’s name on the screen.

“Hold on,” he whispered into the phone, glancing over his shoulder.

He shoved the covers aside and padded into the other room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearing the gruffness from his voice as he settled back against the couch and placed his bare feet on the Ottoman.

“I’m sorry to call so late. Are you alone?” Cassie said on the other side.

Her voice caught in her throat as if she’d been crying. Max heard city sounds behind her and knew she wasn’t home.

“No, but don’t worry about it. You’ve been crying.”

“It’s been a bad night,” Cassie sniffed. “Ethan broke up with me.”

Max sighed, his disquiet rising at the secret she’d kept from him. Dating her boss was a disaster waiting to explode and would’ve left her reputation in tatters.

“You didn’t tell me you’d been dating,” he said neutrally, not wanting to sound accusatory. “Not even when I saw you in Monaco last week.”

“I know,” she admitted softly. “I was afraid.”

Max wished he was stateside for this conversation, but that wasn’t possible. All he could do now was lend a sympathetic ear. “Tell me everything.”

And she did, filling in the blanks of everything that happened these past few months. Things she hadn’t mentioned before.

“We were together briefly before he departed for a medical mission to the Amazon. I didn’t say anything because he’d gone radio silent and was so scared something had happened. We promised to wait for each other. But now….”

Her voice began to warble from tears, and her breathing accelerated.

“Now, he says it’s over, and I don’t know what I did. Why doesn’t he want me?”

When Cassie burst into tears, the sound through the phone broke his heart. His sister deserved someone who’d give her the world. Not an arrogant physician who put everything else before her.

Ethan Ramsey had a lot to answer for, Max thought.

A plan began to form as Cassie told him about tomorrow, facing Ethan again while she was reeling from a broken heart.

She’d been eagerly waiting to start her junior fellowship, so excited for the opportunity. And nothing was going to ruin that as far as Max was concerned.

“Okay, sis. Here’s what you’re going to do tomorrow….”

Ethan slowed his gait as he neared the Diagnostic Team’s glass-walled office. After he met with Naveen, he’d walked around the block to clear his head. But his mentor’s harsh words played in a loop inside his head.

Maybe Naveen was right, and he was wrong. He’d been hasty, perhaps too hasty, in making this decision.

Two months ago, the situation had been evolving. Cassie was still an intern when he’d left. Now, she was a second-year resident and a junior fellow. They were peers, and the power dynamic had equalized.

The game board had been reset while he was away. He hadn’t realized it until this morning, and now he was filled with regrets. Why didn’t his head reconcile the idea before he opened his mouth last night?

His throat became dry, and his expression was torn when he spied on Cassie through the glass. She, Baz Mirani and June Hirata were chatting companionably. It reminded him of how quickly Cassie had developed a reputation last year for being friendly to everyone.

Ethan decided then and there that he’d try to get Cassie alone after the meeting under the guise of onboarding her onto the team. Maybe they could talk openly and honestly like they should’ve done last night.

June was highly observant, though, Ethan thought. He’d have to tread carefully once he stepped inside those doors. He schooled his features and briskly entered the office.

“Introductions done? Great. We’ve got work to do,” Ethan said, his blue eyes taking in everyone but not singling anyone out., “We have an incoming patient from Manhattan Presbyterian.”

He marched toward the head of the conference table and pinned abdominal CT scans on the whiteboard. The team followed his lead and took their usual seats around the table.

The only seat available was across from him. He saw Cassie waver briefly as she peeked at him through her eyelashes.

“Waiting for a special invite, Valentine?” he retorted sarcastically, lifting one eyebrow.

“No. I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey,” she said quickly and slid into the chair.

She was dressed professionally in a dark green blouse, which made her eyes shine and a grayish skirt with a slit down her thigh.

He had overlooked the latter when she’d been standing, but his eyes drew downward as soon as she sat down and crossed her legs. The edge of the white coat fell to the side, playing peekaboo with her skin.

He turned away before someone caught him ogling Cassie. Too late, he cursed internally at the scrutiny in Hirata’s eyes as her gaze bounced between him and Cassie. The latter was studiously avoiding looking at him, staring unseeing at the scans instead.

He���d have to postpone any one-on-ones with Cassie, for now, anyway. The last thing he wanted was for June to dig into his personal life and use that information to manipulate him.

Maybe he could page Cassie later for a consult. He might not be her direct supervisor, but he wanted her to succeed and be a true mentor to her, the way Naveen had been for him.

Ethan put all other thoughts away and focused his attention on the brainstorm. He wasn’t immune to the fact that Cassie was overwhelmed by the rapid-fire pace, her eyes increasingly bewildered as they ran through differentials.

Brainstorming over and the next steps decided, Ethan dismissed the team. He walked past Cassie and Mirani toward his desk, intent on catching up on emails piled up during his time away and clearing his inbox before it filled up again.

He put on his reading glasses and switched on the computer monitor, and furtively watched Mirani and Hirata walk down the hall and out of sight.

Now that they were alone, he turned to observe Cassie. She studied the CT scans, tapping one finger against her lips. Maybe this was the opportune time for a private talk.

We need to talk about what happened last night, he could begin casually. Gauge her reaction and go from there.

She looked…serene. Nothing of last night’s anguish showed in her demeanor. Ethan wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Or maybe it was a mask to hide her pain.

Suddenly, she looked straight at him. But he didn’t see hurt, just indifference. As if she’d already forgotten what they’d meant to each other. Like she was an intern and he was an attending.

And not two people that had spent several nights wrapped around each other’s naked bodies.

“After you’re done with our patient, you can see Zaid and Ines for further assignments,” he blurted, disconcerted at the emotional and physical distance between them.

“You’ll be balancing your work here with your usual resident duties,” he continued. “Now that you’re a second-year, that will include rotations at the free clinic.”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey,” she said impersonally.

She asked him a few more questions, and he answered, trying to read her. But her mask was impenetrable. And then Ethan saw her hesitate as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure.

“Is everything alright, Cassie?” he asked, dropping his mask and letting her see he still cared.

She seemed to be fighting an inner battle, and then she appeared to decide. “Actually…could we talk?”

Ethan regarded her thoughtfully. He wanted a sign, a gesture, anything that this was his chance to begin anew.

“About the job? Or about us?” he said apprehensively.

“The job. Strictly professional, just like you want,” Cassie said emphatically.

Ethan swallowed his disappointment. This was what he’d asked her of last night. Only he didn’t know then that strictly professional was the last thing he wanted now.

He crossed the room, sat beside her and adjusted the glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m all yours,” he said, the word choice deliberate as his subconscious called him out on his BS.

“How can I be more involved next time?” she said, ignoring his statement.

She swiveled her chair innocuously, tucking her legs sideways under the table and creating even more distance between them. The look on her face was that of a student, not a friend or a former lover.

Even before things changed between them, she’d often have a somewhat flirty smile hovering on her lips. Now, her lips were pursed straight, all emotions wiped clean.

If ever he needed a sign, thought Ethan, this was it. Focus on her professional development or whatever lame excuse he’d uttered last night.

Regrets filled his heart, but he parked them aside and prepared to impart his wisdom.

As she left Ethan’s office and headed off to meet her intern, Cassie knew with certainty that what had transpired a short while ago was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

Even more than studying for her MCATs and surviving a competitive medical school program.

But she was also secretly pleased that Max’s plan was working.

“Don’t let him see your pain,” Max had advised. “He might see tears as a sign of immaturity, which will strengthen his resolve. Act like it doesn’t matter. He’ll be confused because he won’t be expecting it. But right now, it’s about protecting yourself. Get through the first day, and the second day becomes easier.”

Ethan had been off-kilter since he’d walked into the office, a range of emotions crossing his face in as much as one hour. From nervousness to regret to confusion, she’d always been able to read him like an open book.

At one point, she sensed he wanted to discuss last night, either rehash what he’d already said or clear the air. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He wanted to keep things professional. Well, he got his wish, Cassie thought stubbornly, stabbing her finger on the elevator button.

Cassie could forgive him for wanting a reset and feeling that he needed distance to mentor her. It was his right. And she’d come to Edenbrook to learn from him, work with her medical hero. That was the primary objective.

But she was still too raw from everything that occurred in the last twelve hours to care about what he wanted.

And, if she was honest with herself, she couldn’t easily forgive or forget the cruel and callous manner in which he’d thrown her love back, like a slap across the face.

Max was right. Did she really want to waste her love on someone who clearly didn’t want it or deserve it?

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[samandcolbypost]

▪️My thoughts on the Conjuring Video▪️

I’m going to start on the skeptic side of what I’m thinking first and then go into the rest of what I believe.

First, I love the new owners and their thoughts on how one should keep an open mind because most spirits are just going off you vibes. I also really like Satori and Cody. Okay I’ll finally get into my skeptical side, cuz come on, I feel some of us still are at least a little bit. When they started doing the arm holding thing and started naming off Sam’s grandma, I began to get a little skeptical. Especially when they stated they tend to get through to family members. I know there’s the feeling that “no one would even known that name” or, who that member is, but it’s not that hard to find someone’s family history, especially social media people if you look up their last name like “Sam Golbach” for instance and search for those who’ve died. Also “Libby” was in the obituary title. So if it wasn’t there I would feel a little less a skeptic of what they’re doing. Now for Colby I can’t really say how they could find something 2 generations before, unless they looked on some ancestry site or something 😂 I can’t say for that one. But what I’m trying to say is it isn’t a hard to do a little digging on people and see their past. Everyone had to put their name on the conjuring booking website for them to come, especially overnight. The other thing I wanted to get into was the taps. At first I did have a thought that came across that someone could be around them doing that but then that went out the window when they moved places. Second thought, someone mentioned a box type thing in Cody’s pocket. I’m not sure what it is or if it’s possible for “taps” to be coming through it, and something is hooked up to it for someone to hear and know when to tap ect. I’m just going to leave it at that because I think it’s really hard for that to happen but anyways, this is just my skeptical side.

Now onto the my believable side

If I didn’t watch their uncut video, I would have a harder time believing. That’s so insane though, I wonder if Sam and Colby could try that if anything would happen. The fact all their past relatives came through is a very comforting thought especially knowing someone is looking over you. I did just watch the video but did they ever get much conversation with Abigail? (My minds blanking right now). So far everything has been super positive and I think that is a good way to set things straight for a hopefully peaceful, yet safe time for them to be there. The people who let them stay seemed very lovely. When those 2 started the arm thing I thought it was crazy how S&C could feel the vibrations of the taps happening everywhere and it was coming from all over. It made it even more believable watching the uncut footage of them getting a random location to go to, and still get those 2 names from each location. (I did look those 2 people up before they even posted it in the video lol) I’m really curious how that spiritual connection works. I didn’t really find anything online to see if it’s like a connection with the other side, but I kinda think I’ve heard of that before? Anyways, I know those taps aren’t coming physically (not including an object that could make the noise) from Cody or Satori because as S&C debunked, it’s not just 1 location and it’s not their shoes or noises from their mouth. The looking up the 2 names from each location would be hard to even look up since it was random and the taps were connected with what she was saying. I think it would take a bit to look up a name and then have the taps connect with, so I don’t think it’s possible they knew the names ahead of time. I hope you guys understand where I’m coming from and feel free to post your thoughts too! Overall, I think this was a really good video and actually one that could change those that don’t believe into believing that the afterlife/paranormal exist.

Sorry this was long 😬