#and the ghostbusters are invited of course

[write-or-run]

Jack and Maddy as Justice League consultants

As the world's foremost experts on ectobiology the Fentons are an invaluable resource, and their activities probably count as vigilantism, but The JL never invited the couple as official JL members. 

Officially this is due to the Fentons being so specialized in ghosts and ectobiology. The Fentons are brilliant scientists, that much is indisputable. With their skills in biology, radiology, and engineering they managed to quantify a form of magic and pioneer a whole new field of study. 

It's just that they can get a little… absentminded. 

This ends up a moot point when Fentons (believing that the JL was about to invite them to join) state that they intend to focus on studying ghosts. But don't worry they would be happy to help out with any ghost problems!

…

edit: got rid of the duplicated paragraphs, Super embarrassing!!!

The League first became entangled with the Fentons when a young sorcerer named Nicolas Edgar Nolan, more commonly known as Nick Necro, launched an attack on the members of the Justice League. He sought revenge on Giovanni Zatara for rejecting him as a student when the stage magician discovered that Nick had become involved with a dark cult. 

Nick had managed to get his hands on a gauntlet that allowed him to create gremlin-like servants by sacrificing the lifeforce of other creatures. (Unbeknownst to him, the artifact's original owner, known only as the Overlord, was locked away within the gauntlet. With each additional minion the Overlord gains more influence over the user) The dark sorcerer had sent these creatures to attack the Justice League, thereby leaving Zatara without his allies. 

The artifact is eventually identified by Zatara as the Gauntlet of Tyranny, one of many curios that could be found in the Infinity Realm. Due to the gauntlet’s nature, its creations had the same properties as those of the Infinity Realm’s denizens, making them very hard to defeat. 

At least they were, until a couple of crackpot graduates from the University of Wisconsin-Madison came blasting onto the scene. 

Like everyone else in the world, the recently married Fentons were paying close attention to broadcasts about the latest alien invasion. Of course the couple were able to recognize the ghostly origin of the minion’s powers, and the pair immediately packed up their home-made ghostbusting equipment and set out on the most important cross-country trip of their life! (Unfortunately there was no way for them to fly out as the airport security refused to let them bring their blasters onboard)

Since Zatara’s main place of residence was in Gotham, that's where Nick Necro focused his attacks. It's also the direction that Jack and Maddy’s prototype Fenton Finder points them towards.

The Fentons make their way to Gotham with a trail of defeated minions and property damage behind them. Along the way they encounter Flash, Hawkwoman, and Captain Atom. The Fentons supply the heroes with their prototype ecto-based weaponry. Unfortunately the scientists don't wait to explain anything so the heroes are left to figure out who that couple was and how the gadgets work.

Flash is given a glowing baton that pops the minions on contact. Unfortunately it’s battery cant hold a charge and Flash has to keep repowering it with his lightning. 

Hawkwoman is frustrated when the hard light ecto-blade keeps fritzing out, but discovers the nth-metal of her mace stabilizes it. 

Captain Atom gets a giant tuning fork to his confusion. Eventually he figures out that by channeling his power through it the nearby minions are forcibly gathered at the fork’s end, and he can take them all out with one blast.

Upon arriving at Gotham the Fentons make their way to the city’s last operating clinic, arriving just in time to save doctor Leslie Thompkins. Together they fortify the clinic and set up a shield that keeps out all ghostly beings. 

Poor Batman hasn't gotten a break all week. A mystery enemy had been ambushing members of the League. By the time they identified the culprit as Nick Necro the man had been able to gather enough forces to launch a siege against America's largest cities, with a special focus on Gotham due to it being the home of Nick’s target, Giovanni Zatara. Now some unknown vigilanties were setting up base in his godmother's clinic. Sure the couple claim to want to help, but Batman didn't get this far by trusting people at face value. He interrogates them about everything,  why are you here, how do you know so much about the attackers, what are your devices, etc…

The Fentons are thrilled that this bat-themed fellow is so interested in their work and are happy to gush about it in between shooting minions. Batman is immediately given full access to their makeshift lab and equipment without so much as a thought to security or safety.

Baman begrudgingly teams up with the Fentons but will definitely do a more thorough (re: invasive) investigation on the Fentons later. But for now they cooperate to make a device that neutralizes the Gauntlet of Tyranny.

…

And that’s how it all started.

On one hand Jack and Maddie now have a support system of fellow scientists and vigilantes. On the other hand they are now heroes in the DCU.

Occasionally Jack and Maddie end up on comic book flavored adventures (I'm watching clips of Batman the Brave and the Bold while coming up with this). When they're gone the Fenton kids are usually looked after by their parents' work friends. Mr Terrific, Atom, Swamp Thing, Barry Allen, etc. At some point 12 yr old Dick ends up babysitting 6 yr old Jazz and 4 yr old Danny.

[ember-owlet]

₊˚‧♱₊˚ Halloween with the Tulpar crew ₊˚♱‧₊˚.

disclaimer: jimmy will not be included in these headcanons!! i recognize that he is well-written and deeply flawed, but it is for my own comfort that i will not be creating content of him on this account. thank you for understanding, happy halloween firelights!!

dynamic: caregivers! anya, curly, daisuke, and swansea

content warning: none! just short and sweet headcanons with the crew ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Anya:

The most cautious of the crew on Halloween night. Of course she wants you to have fun but worries about the potential risks involved as she values your safety above all else.

One of her safety precations is wearing visible stickers/accessories for navigating the streets, and will never say no to holding your hand when walking side by side.

Another steadfast safety precaution that she has is to always remain in sight and to not run, even if there are others doing so.

She is extremely thorough when inspecting your Halloween candy, organizing them with you by your favorites and least favorites to ration as a special treat. Though, you are free to help yourself to a handful of sweets after working so hard to fill your bucket.

As much as she loves to watch you collect candy, she also loves to be a fun house that gives away treats to the other trick or treaters. She'll have all sorts of dye-free, non-dairy, or sugar free candy alternatives to make sure that everyone is able to feel like they could participate in the holiday festivities.

For those that don't care for candy or can't have any, she also makes little packets of coloring activities with small plastic toys.

Puts in the most effort to decorate for the holidays with warm lights being her favorite; she'll string them up alongisde the house to bring in the warmth of fall.

She'll also put up her favorite vintage decorations or small trinkets that she's collected over the years, relaying stories of how she had come to aquire each of them.

Spiced apple cider is her favorite fall drink, and was given a particularly delicious recipe from Swansea, and since then has become a favorite tradition to drink it in your matching mugs.

Anya loves horror movies, and can't think of a better way to spend the evening than being cuddled on the couch and watching her favorites. If you ask she'd be happy to recount her favorite facts throughout the film as though you had your own personal commentary track.

If Daisuke happens to be available she'd invite him over to share in their common interest of slasher films as the only ones on the crew who find enjoyment in them. Because of this you'd have quite an extensive knowledge on horror films, whether you like them or not.

There's no other Halloween song that gets the two of you into the spooky mindset quite like "This is Halloween", and will immediately sing or hum it at any given chance, no matter where you are.

Curly:

Will basically do whatever you want as long as you're spending the holiday together.

You wanna go out and trick or treat? He'll have matching costumes ready.

Want to just stay inside? He's already got a pumpkin on the counter with recipes for baked pumpkin seeds after you're done carving.

Don't want to do anything special? He's already got plans for the night to include a warm meal and a cozy autumn movie.

I have no explanation but he has a notrious fall candle that only he appreciates its smell. Everyone else begs him not to light it every year because the house reeks of spiced body spray but he loves it. Anya can feel the headache coming in seeing its putrid glassy orange color being brought into the living room.

The one to host a Halloween party with the crew, but wants to keep the drinking and rowdy behavior to a minimum when you're around, especially to be respectful of Swansea's sobriety.

Loves to listen to classic Halloween songs and does silly dances to make you giggle (The Monster Mash or Ghostbusters in particular).

Also loves to watch children's Halloween movies but makes the excuse that watching "those scary horror films" will give you nightmares and he doesn't want you keeping him up all night (but really, we all know that he just wants to watch cartoons.)

Is the best at making you feel safe during your Halloween outings, always shielding you behind him and walking head first into the haunted houses and would never leave your side as you were his responsibility.

Daisuke:

Once the two of you are out the door, get ready for a long night ahead, because neither of you are getting home until someone drops. /lh

If your goal is to fill your candy bucket to the brim he'll do his best to make sure that its done. If he thinks that the quota isn't being met fast enough he'd bring his own bucket to double up the earnings at each house.

Doesn't mind holding hands if you get scared of other costumes or if you need support going through haunted house exhibits.

Though being scared doesn't excuse you from receiving light teasing, he'll be sure to remind you that there's nothing to be afraid of, and if it gets too much then just tugging on his sleeve will be the cue to take you home.

If you both were to retire early, the two of you would make a de-tour to Anya's house to spend the rest of the night watching their favorite horror films to discuss/analyze.

Likes to dress in costumes with matching outfits! Bonus points if the costumes were somehow a joke or meme.

I am a firm believer that he wears crocs with halloween charms on them to celebrate the holiday.

Lets you keep and eat as much candy as you like, though he is quite thorough checking the wrappers for any tampering before handing your bucket back to you.

Swansea:

The least interested in doing anything outlandish or festive. If he had it his way, he'd be sitting on the couch on Halloween night, watching re-runs of his favorite TV shows and in bed before 8pm.

But alas, with you around he'd oblige on taking you out or doing whatever you like for the majority of Halloween night, as long as the two of you are back home and in bed at an appropriate time.

Never dresses in costume, but is open to wearing a festive T-Shirt that doesn't take much effort to put on.

However, when it comes to Halloween treats there's no one better at making the house smell cozy and warm. Whether its apple cider, cookies, pie, or soup, everything is insisted on being homemade.

He'd keep a bowl of dough in the fridge so you two can enjoy a small snack before or after heading out to trick or treat.

Will take a "Dad/Boss Tax" of your candy when you get home while inspecting your earnings, chuckling as you pout after watching your hard work being snacked on.

"That's just policy kiddo. I take you out, I get first pick of the treats."

[of-pale]

If Nero has 200 IQ, this is the phone he’d gift to the twins.

Yep, the myth, the legend, the one and only indestructible force in the universe - Nokia 3310. I think it would be hilarious if Nero gave the twins one phone, because:

a) they need to learn to share

b) by combining their singular brain cells together into a rich commonwealth of two, they might just figure out how to work the phone

Of course, the indestructibile nature of this phone is a necessary feature. Now, you might be wondering why?

Nero decides to give the twins a call, maybe invite them over for dinner. After only a minute of waiting, Dante picks up. The background echoes with gunshots, exclamations of 'schum’ and menacing demon screams in a clear indication that the twins were out on a job.

“Hey, what's up, kid?”

“Uh sorry, you busy?”

“Never too busy for my favourite nephew.”

“I'm your only nephew.”

“Doesn't make it less true.”

“Suuure. Look, can you pass the phone to Vergil? I need to ask him something.”

“Aw, you're breaking my heart. Here I thought we had something special.”

Next, Nero hears demon screeches growing louder. A loud crack. Some shuffling noises before Vergil calmly answers the call.

Now it's time to play a game of ‘guess what the hell happened there’!

If you guessed - ‘Dante, being Dante, decided to showcase his phone-passing skills by bouncing it off a demon’s skull over to Vergil’ - then you're correct! A clear example of why the twins need a phone that can endure some serious beating. I'm also a firm believer that the Nokia could double as a weapon of great destruction in the field. I doubt getting hit with that brick on the head was easy to shrug off for the unlucky demon.

Real question though, what would the twins set Nero's ringtone as? And vice versa, Nero's ringtone for twins? (I know, I know, Nokia 3310 doesn't have a custom ringtone feature, but shhhh.. Nico works her miracles on the phone.)

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus?

I mean, teeeechnically the twins are sons of a god? Or could it be Vergil referring to Nero as his son?

Guns N’ Roses - Sweet Child O’ Mine?

Need I say more? Although it would be hilarious if Nero set it as a ringtone for the twins.

He sighs deeply upon hearing the familiar ringtone, knowing it could entail anything from a world-ending cataclysm to another petty squabble. So he pauses his conversation with a Fortuna resident, saying, “Sorry, I gotta get this. Kids are calling.”

“Awww, and how have the orphans settled in?”

“Huh? No, my other kids.”

The Fortunan looks at him in confusion just as Nero finally picks up the call and starts pacing.

“What's up, dipshit?”

“Sounds like a you problem to me.”

“What? No, I won't talk to Vergil for you. What are you, five?”

“Look, you fucked yourself into that problem; you can fuck yourself out of it.”

Nero quickly drops the call and turns back to the person he was speaking to. “Sorry about that.” The resident only gives him a weird stink-eye, and Nero finally catches on to what's the issue. He coughs awkwardly and tries to smooth the situation, “Forty-year-old children, am I right?”

Ghostbusters theme?

Depends on how common knowledge demons are. The Sparda's might be ‘ghostbusters’ as in the myth catchers for hire.

Yeah, I'm gonna stop this long rambling shitpost here. Otherwise, I could keep listing ringtones on and on.

[toriisasimp]

Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

-

It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

-

At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

-

<3

[cyber-corp]

An actual summary of Homestuck Act 6's intermissions

by someone who’s a page away from Collide

Let’s do this lightning-round style.

After breaking through the fourth wall on the ship and getting the Gift of Gab (lol), John and Jade prepare for a three-year-long voyage to meet up with the gang, with Davesprite, Nannasprite, and a variety of other faces in tow. They write a letter for the crew.

The Monarch (previously the Mendicant) and the firefly buddy (I've forgotten their name) plead for the Vagabond's life. She takes him to the trolls and kid's rendezvous spot.

The trolls finally meet up with Dave and Rose, who have indeed reached God Tier. Half-dead Sollux and GT Aradia show up as well. They plan to host a "funeral" for Sollux, who is just sort of watching in disgust.

After Karkat's bucket-human-troll-sloppy-fueled breakdown from John's letter, the Vagabond, and the firefly show up, and the gang sets off through the Furthest Ring.

Intermission 2

Hussie, who was taking care of Spades Slick after he fucking killed the world by shooting Snowman, is shot dead by Lord English. I'm sure he'll show up later though. They always do.

It's been about a year in between the intermissions. While Rose explains what the Scratch did, Karkat attempts to explain the troll love quadrants to Dave. They draw dicks, fight, Dave wins by a mile through the suplex

Meanwhile, John, Jade and friends play the Ghostbusters II MMORPG, which is hilarious that that is even a thing in the first place. Jaspersprite sings a birthday song for him, Jade gets dogmad, which causes John to black out.

After getting harrassed by an eepy Roxy, John encounters Meenah (the best character!!!!!) for the first time. He takes a trident from her and wakes back up.

In a dream bubble, Terezi meets Aranea (second best character!!!!), who offers her to heal her sight. In another dream bubble, Hussie proposes to Vriska with a ring. Because of course he does.

Intermission 3 (and some other stuff)

Aranea invites Jake to Meenah's dream bubble, where she finds quite a lot of fighting happening. After telling a story of the Condensce, Jake embarrasses himself by attempting to wallop Meenah. He wakes up after getting whacked, but Brain Ghost Dirk sticks around.

After a "quick" game of Meenah Quest, we get a glimpse of what John and Jade are up to; watching Con Air baybee!!!! Except John has a big freakout over hating the movie, hating Davesprite, and passes out. What a guy.

PM and Noir are locked in chase before they enter a bubble of Jack's own massacre of the Battlefield, before John awakens and fights him. Rose shows up for a brief second and John uses his cool-ass windy powers as well.

After the battle, John wanders into a desert, finds a ring, and finds Tavros (wHO DESPERATELY WANTS THE RING,) and Vriska. She shares her plan to find a treasure that'll defeat Lord English.

After another game of Meenah Quest (where she unsuccessfully gets no one on her team), we go back to the meteor, where Rose drinks and forgets her date with Kanaya (best couple. fight me) and then falls down the stairs. They warned her, dog.

John wakes up with the ring, soyjaks, and the intermission ends.

Intermission 5 (CALIBORN TOOK uP THE LAST SPOT)

Dave and Karkat intervene Terezi, who is a massive wreck because of her degrading romance with Gamzee and letting Aranea heal her eyesight.

John, Vriska, Aranea, Meenah and Aradia find a big green cave in a dream bubble, where they also find a juju. It's the Homestuck House! John sticks his hand in it, his arm appears throughout multiple points in the comic, and then voops out of reality completely. He has an INTENSE STAREDOWN with Caliborn and wakes up on LOMAX, Jake's planet.

I don't usually do this but

(skips many, many important bits and pieces)

Vriska comes back (thanks to John's time shenanigans), plans out everything to come and verbally abuses her ghost self, Dave and Dirk have a feelings jam, dead pre-retcon Terezi and Ghost Vriska rejoice in facing the end, and everybody just about gets ready to

Collide.

This has been by far one of the most bonkers pieces of fiction I have ever read, and nothing gets me more excited than to see all of it come together and wrap all of it up, I hope. Also Caliborn and Calliope are one of the best "Jekyll/Hyde" characters I've seen in a long while!

Whatever lies on the other side of that hyperlink, I sure hope it'll be good.

[omgrachwrites]

World on Fire - Chapter Two

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: A funeral and a job offer pull you back to Chicago. Back to him.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

A/N: I know that non of this fits with canon but lets just go with it! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Two

The smile you threw Meg was apologetic as you dragged a comb through your hair and ran down the stairs in search of your shoes. You’d had a crazy twelve hour shift at the hospital – Meg was thrilled to have to stay with your parents – and you’d overslept. Meg looked so much like her dad as she narrowed her eyes at you and folded her arms.

“I’m sorry baby,” you kissed her forehead, “you look nice. Ready for the party?” Meg was having a good time in school – despite her complaints about it – she’d been invited to her best friend’s brothers party that ‘The Beef’ was catering for.

“Mum, we’re gonna be late!”

“We won’t be, sweetie, I promise. I’m ready,” you toed your shoes on and then you were out the door.

Thankfully, you had missed the early morning rush and you made your way through the streets without too much hassle. You glanced over at Meg who was gazing out of the window, she’d taken to Chicago a lot quicker than you thought she would have. Better than you had taken to it anyway.

“Called your dad today?” you asked.

Meg hummed in response as she glanced back at you, “yeah. He says he misses us, misses you.”

You sighed as you glanced back at the road, “Meg, me and your dad are not getting back together. We tried, it didn’t work.”

Meg made a face, “then you need a date.”

You laughed, “what makes you think that I need a date?”

“Because you’re cranky.”

You raised an eyebrow as you pulled up outside the house, “I don’t think so,” you scoffed as you looked over at her, “I’ll pick you up at 6, okay?”

Meg nodded, “are you sure that you don’t want to come in? Your friend Richie will be there.”

You smiled as you tucked a flyaway curl behind her ear, “I’m sure baby, you have a great time.”

Meg kissed your cheek and got out of the car, you watched her head up to the house and made sure she got in okay. You didn’t restart the engine, you sat there for a couple of moments, looking up at the house as you debated on whether you should actually go in or not. After a good few minutes you decided to listen to your daughter and join the party.

It was Richie who opened the door, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth, “hey,” he grinned, pulling you in for a one armed hug, “good to see you.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, “and you. Jimmy won’t mind that I’m here, right?”

“Nah, course not. C’mon, let’s go and grab some food.”

Richie led you through the crowded house and into the backyard. Meg was talking to a guy with curly hair who was cooking hot dogs on the grill. As you came outside with Richie, Meg turned to look at you.

“Mum, you came!”

The guy Meg was talking to turned around and you felt the smile slip from your face as you stared at the handsome man. His hair was a little longer than it had been in high school, a couple of scars littered his cheek and he’d gotten some tattoos. His eyes though, his eyes were the same.

“Y/N,” he breathed, you didn’t know how to feel about him saying your name like that after so long. You wanted to hate it, you wanted to hate him. But you didn’t.

“Carmy, you’re back,” you didn’t know what else to say. Why hadn’t Richie told you he was back? Carmy nodded as he stared at you, the atmosphere was a little awkward. That was until Richie spoke.

“You gonna fuckin’ stare at her cuz, or are you gonna get her a hot dog?”

You laughed as Carmy rolled his eyes and he began to make you a fresh hot dog. Meg went over to join her friends as Richie poured you a cup of the luminous green punch.

“This meant to be the shit from Ghostbusters?” you asked, giving it a tentative sniff. Richie nodded and you took a small sip, “it’s good,” you laugh.

Richie went to cause chaos elsewhere, leaving you with Carmy. You thanked him as he passed you a hot dog and you slathered the sauce on top.

“So, you’ve got a kid huh?” he started with a raised eyebrow, when you nodded he busied himself with dishing up more hot dogs for the kids, muttering beneath his breath, “never knew that you wanted kids.”

You scoffed as you took a bite of the hot dog, trying to ignore how good it tasted, “well you know we never really got to have that conversation did we?” your voice was unintentionally bitter and you saw Carmy almost recoil.

“Yeah I know. Look, Y/N, I’m,” you cut him off, you didn’t have time for this.

It was funny, you had waited years for an apology but now, you didn’t want to hear it, “Carmy, you don’t have to say anything. Y’know, I can’t blame you for how you felt.”

The guilt was clear in his eyes and that honestly wasn’t your intention. You couldn’t say that you were necessarily happy to see him back but you weren’t going to be a complete child about it. You took another bite of the hot dog as you let the silence stretch between you, the only sound was the sizzle of the grill and the party going on inside the house.

“I’m really sorry about Mikey, Carmy.”

He let out a nervous laugh as he bent over the grill, refusing to look at you. He’d always been that way when he was nervous, “thanks, that’s er, that’s really nice of you. I know how much he meant to you as well, so y’know, I’m sorry too,” he smiled as he finally met your eyes, looking vulnerable and lost, “he left me the restaurant, Y/N. In his will.”

You couldn’t say that you were surprised, Mikey loved that restaurant and he loved his brother even more. What did surprise you was the bitter look on his face, it seemed as though a lot had happened while you were in London. But, you weren’t going to unpack that right now.

“That’s why you’re back?”

He nodded as he ran his hands through his hair, looking conflicted, “need to get the restaurant up to scratch.”

“And then?”

Carmy scoffed, rubbing a hand down his tired face, “and then. I don’t know,” he swore beneath his breath as he tried to squirt some ketchup onto the hot dogs but none came out.

You laughed a little as you watched him shake the bottle, his brow furrowed, “need some more ketchup?”

“Yeah, yeah, that would be great thank you.”

You nodded at him as you walked back into the house, managing to make your way through the group of pre-teens as you headed for the kitchen. You opened the fridge and found a half empty bottle of ketchup towards the back of the fridge and you grabbed more relish in case Carmy needed it.

As you turned to go back outside you saw Richie arguing with Jimmy and you walked over to them. Jimmy greeted you with a welcoming smile, “hey kid. Good to see you.”

“And you, Jimmy,” you smiled before you glared at Richie, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Carmy was back!” you hissed.

Richie held up his hands in mock defence and plastered an innocent look on his face, “it didn’t seem important.”

You scoffed, “didn’t seem important? Oh, and I suppose you told Syd not to mention anything either?” you’d met Syd at the restaurant on a day when Carmy clearly wasn’t there and you guys had become pretty close.

“Look, Y/N! I don’t know what you want me to fuckin say, you were heartbroken when you and Carm split. Sorry if I didn’t want to upset you.”

Richie’s words made you feel guilty but you pushed it right down. You shook your head as you pushed past him and went back outside to Carmy. Natalie was out there talking to Carmy but she looked pissed, she’d told you that she wasn’t coming and had conveniently left out the part about Carmy being back. Did everyone think you couldn’t handle it?

She waved at you as you came outside and she pulled you into a hug, “hey, you.”

“Hey,” you smiled as you put the bottle of ketchup and relish on the table, “good to see you. Thought you weren’t coming.”

She shrugged as she glared over at Carmy, “thought it was stupid not to come just because I’m pissed with Carmy. I’d never go anywhere if that was the case,” she laughed, when she realised what she’d said she shot you an apologetic look before she quickly changed the subject, “how’s work?”

You made a non-committal noise as you poured yourself another cup of the punch, “it’s going pretty well. Meg isn’t exactly thrilled with having to spend the nights that I’m at work at my mom’s.”

Nat laughed and pulled a face, you knew by her look that she remembered what your mom was like, “I’ll take her when you have to work.”

“No, Nat. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

She laughed, “well that’s good because you’ll notice that I didn’t ask, she’s a great kid.”

Carmy nodded in agreement as he looked up at you, “she is, looks a lot like you.”

You laughed as you watched your daughter with her friends, “yeah, she’s got her dad’s attitude though.”

“Is he awful?” Carmy asked.

You looked up at him, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold and his curls were blowing in the wind slightly. There was genuine interest in his blue eyes as he waited for you to answer his question.

You sighed and looked away from him, shaking your head, “no, her dad’s great, we just um,” you trailed off, “let’s just say Meg was the only good thing to come out of our relationship.”

Carmy opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off when Meg walked over, “Mr Carmy, can I get another hot dog?”

Carmy grinned, “sure kid.”

You watched with a smile as Carmy quickly whipped up a hot dog, helping her put on the mustard along with the crispy onions and relish. When you and Nat approached Meg with the idea of her staying with Nat while you were at work. The look of relief on her face unfortunately told you that your mom was just as awful to your daughter as she was to you.

After the party you were driving home and you couldn’t ignore the happy look on Meg’s face as she ate another hot dog. Carmy had made her one for the road.

“You know mum, if you’re not getting back with dad, you should date Carmy.”

You laughed, “oh god, you don’t think he’s cute do you?”

Meg made a face, “ew no! He’s old like you but he’s really nice mum, he’s really nice to you.”

You held back a scoff, if only she knew. You hadn’t forgiven Carmy, and you probably never would, “yeah, maybe.”

[crystalninjaphoenix]

The Wider Paranormal World

Shadow City AU - Chapter Four

A JSE Fanfic

I've been pretty busy this week, so here's another Shadow City chapter that I wrote a while ago ^-^ It's pretty much all a bunch of explanation about how the world of this AU works, so if you're a fan of worldbuilding this is the chapter for you! Jack moves into Chase's house, and the two of them get used to each other. And then, since Chase keeps asking about all the rest of the supernatural things in the world, Jack invites his friends over to visit and answer questions. Maybe Chase will make some new friends in this whole situation. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy <3

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It was so strange for Chase to see someone else moving into his house. He wasn’t opposed to Jack being his roommate, that wasn’t what was strange. It was that he was still living here, and yet the landlord was not acknowledging him. Well—not living here. But existing here. Watching all of his things get moved out and moved around without his input. He didn’t mind Stacy taking most of his things, but it was just... strange.

Over the course of the past week, Chase had spent about half his time practicing his ability to touch and hold things. He was getting better, slowly. Though he still wasn’t able to move things, he could at least consistently lean on the wall and poke things and stuff. The other half of his time was spent in that strange not-sleep meditation state. 

Jack stopped by every couple days to check on Chase and also take care of moving business—signing papers and such. Chase always had a bunch of questions for Jack, and he answered them all promptly and clearly. 

Was ghost hunting real? “To an extent, I guess. A lot of the videos you see online and on TV are really exaggerated and even fake, but the actual instruments they use can work sometimes.”

How often did ghosts ‘move on’? “Maybe about half the time. Often if ghosts don’t get their unfinished business taken care of quickly, it gets harder and harder to help them. Like—if a ghost’s business was to confess their love to someone, that’ll be hard to do if that someone moves town or even passes away. A lot of stuff is like that.”

Did Chase have to worry about other beings moving into his house? Like demons or some shit? Did demons even exist? “Uhhh kind of? They’re not what you’re thinking, not like—Christian demons. There are malicious spirits out there—but don’t worry, I’ll make sure the house is protected. You’re such a strong spirit that you could probably fight one off, anyway.”

Were ghosts made of ectoplasm or was that made up for movies? “You’re more electricity than anything. But I think you do have some sort of... physical stuff. Ghosts can affect scales and weight detectors, so there’s something there. It’s not ectoplasm like Ghostbusters slime, but that’s as good a thing to call it as anything.”

If he figured out how to eat something, would he be able to taste it? “Honestly I have no idea. I guess you could try it yourself? I think the food would just pass through you anyway.”

Though there were some questions that Jack refused to answer. Mostly whenever Chase brought up this “larger supernatural world” that Jack had hinted at. With the fucking werewolves and shit. At first Jack said that was because Chase had to still get used to being a ghost, but near the end of the week his explanation shifted to “I think it’ll be easier if someone else explains that.”

“Wait, what?” Chase had said the first time Jack gave him that response. “Are you going to like—introduce me to people?”

Jack had smiled. “If you’re okay with that. I was thinking about inviting some friends over a bit after I moved in. Is that fine?”

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Chase wasn’t sure how to respond to that. These friends... Jack was implying they’d be part of this supernatural world. Did that mean they were witches? Werewolves or vampires? Something else? He probably could have asked Jack those questions, but he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer. Even if he was a ghost now, and therefore not at risk of dying, it would still make him feel weird to know for sure that a fucking vampire was going to come to his house.

Though... legally, Jack was the tenant now. Which was... weird to think about. Hey, if Chase didn’t have to deal with Mr. Wood anymore, that was a good thing in his book, but... he wasn’t being acknowledged. And that felt... he didn’t know how it felt. Just strange. And bad. But not bad bad... Ugh, he wasn’t good with feelings.

But now Jack was fully moved in, and things were starting to feel like a weird sort of normal now that Mr. Wood wasn’t constantly coming around to check on things for the new tenant. Chase had lived with other people in the past, mostly roommates in university. After he graduated, he and Stacy had moved right in together. So he definitely knew how to share a space with someone.

In a way, this was even easier than those previous situations. Chase didn’t have to worry about Jack stealing his food or using his shampoo or anything like that. He had no “worldly concerns” anymore. But sharing a space with someone as a ghost still came with its own challenges. For example, Chase had gotten into the habit of wandering around the house and going straight through walls in the past week. He had to unlearn that quickly after accidentally walking in on Jack while he was getting dressed. 

The house didn’t look too different now that Jack was here. He was doing his best to maintain everything the way Chase had, to keep him comfortable. The general spaces—the living room, the kitchen, the dining room—were the most similar. But even with Jack’s efforts to leave things untouched, things were visibly different. The bathroom and bedroom had changed the most, Chase’s towels and blankets and clothes replaced by Jack’s. Chase’s recording room was different too—more like the home office it was meant to be before. Even though Stacy had taken his computer, Jack had replaced it with a PC of his own. She’d also taken a lot of his knickknacks and things that his fans sent him. The room felt pretty empty without them. As bad as Chase was with feelings, he knew that seeing the blank space on the shelves made him feel sad. A heavy sadness... grief, for the life he had cut short.

He sometimes wondered who’d done it. Who killed him? Why? He wasn’t anybody special. Why go out of their way to kill him? He didn’t think he’d wronged anybody... Maybe it was a robbery gone wrong? Had someone broken in that night? Nothing was taken, though... you’d think they’d at least have grabbed the one nice watch he’d had, if his computer and game consoles were too bulky. But no, everything was in place. Stacy had been able to take everything home with no problem, no doubt keeping them to give to Declan when he was a bit older.

The question ate at him when he thought about it for too long. He tried to avoid it—to get used to ghostliness like Jack kept insisting. But he couldn’t forget about it entirely. Of course he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be in this situation if he hadn’t been killed. But... what could he do about it? He couldn’t even leave his house. He should focus on the present for now. On his more immediate problems.

Like for example—

“Hey so is it okay if three of my friends come over tonight?”

“Hmm?” Chase snapped out of his not-sleep trance. He was sort of floating idly in the corner of the hallway (that was something else he and Jack had to work around, since Jack apparently found it a bit off-putting to see someone staring into space in the middle of the room.) “Oh, uh, yeah, sure.”

“Cool.” Jack nods. “You’re not going to be overwhelmed or anything by there being more people here?”

Chase laughed a little. “Why would I be overwhelmed?”

“Well you haven’t really been around a lot of people as a ghost.”

“I’ve been around three people before, Jack. It’ll be fine.” Chase paused. “Are these... these the people who could answer some of my questions?”

Jack looked at him seriously and nodded. “Yeah. They’ll be able to, between the three of them. Try not to, uh, barrage them with questions, though. It might be a lot.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Chase said. “Uh... is there anything I should do to get ready for them?”

“Hm... did I explain what this mirror is for?” Jack pointed to the side. He’d hung up an old-looking mirror on the wall by the door. Its frame was coppery, carved in swirls and whorls, but it wasn’t actually copper, because its tarnish was black instead of the green rust copper gets. “I don’t think I did. It’s a Mirror of Revealing.”

“What’s that?” Chase asked, drifting over to look at it. He could see his reflection in it, but he could also see his reflection in the bathroom mirror so that wasn’t special. 

“It shows supernatural things,” Jack said. “Like ghosts and stuff. So, even though you can’t be seen without concentrating, you’ll always show up in the mirror even when you’re not focusing.”

“Oh!” Chase blinked in surprise. He waved his hand, but it still looked like this normal reflection to him. 

“Here, look at this.” Jack walked over next to him. “Concentrate on being seen right now.”

Chase nodded slowly. This was the part he still couldn’t quite get a hold on. How do you concentrate on being visible? Well... maybe he just needed to think about what he looked like? He narrowed his eyes, taking in his reflection.

...

Yep. It was still his reflection.

Though... maybe it was a bit... faded? Yeah, he was pale. Not like a normal kind of pale, though. It looks like everything about him is tinted with white. His skin, his hair, his clothes, everything. And... in the side of his head... He quickly looked away from that. How did he not notice that before?

“Yeah.” Jack nodded, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I thought it could help you practice. Your reflection will look more pale in the spots where you’re visible to other people. And the, um... the wound will appear. Of course, to everyone else, they’ll only see the pale parts, and you’ll be translucent. Unless they look in the mirror then they’ll see you there perfectly fine. Does that make sense?”

“Uh... yeah, it does.” Chase nodded slowly. “Um... wh-when will your friends be here, by the way?”

“Well, uh, sunset is at about 8:30, and I asked them to be here right away, so... given travel times... 9:10, maybe?”

“Sunset is important, then?” Chase asked, a bit nervous. He had an idea for what Jack’s friends were...

“Yep.” Jack nodded. “It’s traditional for the supernatural stuff to happen at night. That’s why it’s sometimes called the shadow world. Or the shadowed world. Either.”

“Hah. O-okay then.” Chase nodded back. He looked into the mirror. Right now, he looked normal... But... he wasn’t normal. So he shouldn’t... pretend he was. And besides, it would be awkward for Jack’s friends to talk to someone they couldn’t see, wouldn’t it?

He spent the next few hours practicing... or at least, that’s what he told Jack. In reality, he tried on and off for a little bit while occasionally drifting off into a not-sleep trance. It was... hard. Hard to see the way his reflection turned pale. It was also weird to think about his own appearance constantly. Yeah, that was his problem. He couldn’t concentrate. That was definitely it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Chase started in surprise and glanced out the front windows to realize it was suddenly really dark outside. “Coming!” Jack shouted, walking down the hallway and into the living room. Chase quickly moved over to the far corner of the living room, standing next to the TV. He heard a hum as the speakers from the sound system flicked on—that was weird, but he didn’t think much about it. Jack glanced back at him. “Are you ready?”

Chase nodded silently.

“Alright.” Jack opened up the front door.

“Jack!” A man in a red hoodie immediately bustled onto the room, giving Jack a tight hug before heading into the rest of the living room. “Good to see you! Wow, this place is different from your flat. A lot bigger!” He took a deep breath. “Smells like tea, a bit.”

“Are we on time?” asked another man, one in glasses and wearing a long brown coat over a cream-colored sweater. He stayed on the threshold, looking into the room, scanning it.

“Yeah, you guys are right on time,” Jack said. “You can come in, Schneep.”

The man on the threshold—Schneep, apparently—nodded and stepped inside.

Jack closed the door. “So now we just have to wait for Marvin. But, uh, in the meantime, feel free to get comfortable.”

The man in red was already sitting on the sofa, spreading out across it. “Don’t mind if I do!”

“Jackie get your feet off the sofa,” Schneep said. “Jack is renting the place, you know. If your dirty shoes get the cushions messy the landlord will charge him.”

“Mr. Wood isn’t that strict,” Chase mumbled.

“Oh, sorry.” The man in red—Jackie—quickly moved his feet off the sofa. “So... where’s this ghost, Jack?”

“There.” Jack pointed. “He said that the landlord wasn’t that strict, which he’s right about.”

Jackie and Schneep looked to where Chase was standing. “Ah... we cannot see him,” Schneep said awkwardly.

“Yeah, I figured. Chase?” Jack gave Chase an encouraging smile.

Chase imitated a deep breath, the motion calming some of the nervousness in his stomach. Well, time to see if his scattered practice was working. He started really thinking about what he looked like, concentrating on it.

“Holy shit!” Jackie jumped slightly, almost falling off the sofa.

Schneep took a step back, but tried to be more polite. “Ah, you are Chase, yes? Chase Brody? It is nice to meet you.”

“Hah... yeah.” Chase nodded.

“Oh he’s going again,” Jackie said.

“I’m what?” Chase looked down at himself.

“Chase, you have to keep concentrating,” Jack said. “No matter what else you’re doing... or how they react.” He shot Jackie a dirty look.

“S-sorry.” Jackie sat up more straight. “I just... wasn’t expecting someone to appear out of nowhere, all pale and with black eyes. I-it’s unexpected.”

“Black eyes?” Chase asked, confused.

“You have to concentrate on letting your eyes be seen, too,” Jack explained. “Or they just look like holes.”

“Oh that’s freaky as fuck.” No wonder Jackie and Schneep reacted that way. “No hard feelings, guys, I would’ve been, uh, uncomfortable, too.” Chase imitated another deep breath and kept concentrating, this time trying to remember every part of his face and body. “Well.. how do I look? Normal?”

“More normal than you did before,” Jackie said. “Though, uh, still not perfect. Jack, is this normal for ghosts?”

“Well what are you guys seeing?” Jack asked. “He looks like a guy to me.”

Schneep cleared his throat. “Right now, we are seeing someone’s upper torso, very pale. The rest fades away.”

“Huh?” Chase blinked. Man, he really wasn’t as good as he thought he would be.

Jack laughed. “I guess you’re not very aware of your legs, are you, Chase? Yeah, that’s normal. Don’t worry. Keep practicing, Chase. Having these guys here should help you.”

“R-right.” Chase nodded. He slowly moved closer. “Um... hi. I’m Chase. Nice to... nice to meet you. Who are you guys?”

“Jackie! Jackie Sheach.” Jackie grinned. “And this is Henrik, but you can call him Schneep.”

“It is based on my last name, von Schneeplestein.” Schneep walked farther into the living room and sat down on the old leather armchair.

“Oh. So you’re... German?” Chase guessed.

Schneep smiled slightly. “Ha, indeed I am.” Wait a minute—his teeth.

Chase gasped.

“Oh shit you disappeared again.” Jackie said. “Uh, sorry, are we... upsetting you? I’ve never met a ghost before, I-I don’t really know how this goes.”

Schneep raised his hand to his mouth. “I think Chase just noticed something. Interesting. Most everydays do not notice the fangs, not unless they are a meddie like Jack.”

“So your friends are vampires!” Chase said, looking at Jack. “I knew it!”

“Whoa, hey, just because Schneep’s a vamp doesn’t mean I am too,” Jackie said. “I’m the exact opposite, in fact!”

“A werewolf?!” Chase asked, half-joking, half-serious.

“Yep!” Jackie smiled. “In the flesh!”

Schneep rolled his eyes. “Those stupid books convincing everyone that werewolves and vampires are ‘opposites’ or ‘enemies.’ That idea was not around before they were! We have more in common than not. Some vampires can even turn into wolves as well!”

Chase lets out an involuntary squeak. Luckily, it seemed like Jackie and Schneep couldn’t hear that. He didn’t expect to be right! But he quickly cleared his throat. “So... what about this last friend? Marvin?”

“Marvin’s a witch,” Jackie explained.

“Are witches... human?”

“Uh—they start out as human!” Jackie said. “And their DNA is still human and stuff. But once they start learning magic... I dunno, something shifts slightly. If they learn enough of it they become like... human plus. Like a superhero or something! Like, Spider-Man can do things regular people can’t, you know? He’s more durable. Witches are also more durable. Does this make sense?”

Chase nodded slowly. 

“Hey, your head became really solid right now!” Jackie said encouragingly.

“Are we alright with talking without him?” Henrik asked.

“It’s fine, we’re not going to start any activities or anything, just talk for a bit,” Jack said. “I was thinking we could play some video games or something eventually, if you guys wanted. And Chase can get to know you guys while you answer questions about all the supernatural stuff.”

“Cool.” Jackie nodded. “Alright, Chase. Ask away. You’ve got to have a million questions.”

Chase laughed. “I do, but honestly, I’m having a hard time coming up with them right now. It’s just... so weird. I-I can’t really believe it. But I mean... I’m a fucking ghost. You’d think I’d be used to strange things like this by now.”

Schneep chuckled. “Well, it can be very difficult to get used to things like this. Trust me, the two of us have been where you are now before.”

“Well not exactly,” Jackie corrected. “We’re still alive—oh fuck I shouldn’t say it like that, should I? That’s so insensitive, I’m so sorry.”

Chase laughed. “No no, i-it’s fine, rip the bandaid off. I know I’m not... uh, not going back. But... at least Jack says I’m a strong ghost?”

“Oh yes, you are.” Schneep nodded. “I have only met one ghost before, and you are clearly different than she was.”

“When did you meet a ghost?” Jackie asked, interested.

“It was when I first came to England. The house we moved into was haunted. It was a bit unnerving to see the ghost, but it was the first time I realized that there was more to this supernatural world than just the vampires.”

“Yeah um so—vampires.” Chase nodded slowly. “What’s... what’s the deal with them?”

Schneep laughed. “You will have to be a bit more specific, there are a lot of ‘deals’ with vamps.”

“A-are you, um...” Chase cleared his throat, even though he didn’t actually feel anything in there. “Are you... really... old?”

Jack walked around to sit on the sofa, pushing Jackie’s legs aside for space. “Actually Schneep is pretty young by vampire standards.”

“I am forty-five years old,” Schneep said. “And for fifteen of those years, I have been a vampire.”

“I’m thirty.” Jackie raised a hand. “I don’t age weirdly or anything. Well... there’s a slightly longer life expectancy. But that’s just for old age and stuff, it doesn’t include accidents or any other cause of death. I think with those included the life expectancies for wolves and everydays even out.”

“I, uh... I see.” Chase nodded. “Life expectancies. Huh.”

“Oh shit was that another thing I shouldn’t have said?!” Jackie gasped.

Chase laughed. “No, no, you’re fine! It really doesn’t bother me!” He looked at Schneep. “But uh... so. Vampires... live forever?”

“In the most technical sense of the word,” Schneep said slowly. “I do not know if you can count vampirism as a form of being alive. We consume, but we do not grow. Does that count as life?”

“You’re alive enough to annoy people, bitch,” Jack said teasingly.

“Ha!” Schneep barked out a laugh. “That is true, that is true. But, ah, yes, essentially that is it, Chase. Vampires will live until they are killed by other means.”

“By like... garlic and sunlight and stuff?” Chase asked hesitantly. Is it appropriate to ask someone what will kill them?

“Garlic has no effect,” Schneep chuckled. “The bulbs, at least. The blossoms are an ingredient for a sort of repellant. But sunlight—well, that is a different case. It does more damage to a vampire as they become older. At my age, I could last a day in the sunlight, though it would be terribly painful and I would not be in good shape by the time sunset came around. But as you get older, you become more sensitive, until eventually even a single second of direct sun will turn you to dust. But you must be very old for that to happen. Well over five centuries, I believe. But I have not met a vampire that old so do not take me at my word.”

“...huh.” Chase nodded slowly. “So... wooden stakes?”

“It has to be a special kind of wood,” Schneep said. “And directly to the heart. Here, let me run down the myths for you. Religious symbols do not work. Silver does work, though it hurts werewolves much more.” Jackie made a face. “Beheading does not kill a vampire but it will cause them to go completely limp until the head is reunited with the body. Fire works but it is no more effective than it is for a human. Lack of blood will kill a vampire eventually, but we will go into a mindless frenzy first. You do not want to be near a frenzied vampire.”

“And... mirrors?” Chase asked. “Do you show up in them?”

“Yes, most of them,” Schneep said. “Not in ones with silver backing. For the same reason, we will show up on digital cameras, but not old-fashioned silver film.”

“Interesting...” Chase said. “Do... do werewolves have weaknesses?”

“Not as many as vamps do.” Jackie gave Schneep a smug little look. “In fact we’re pretty tough! Definitely tougher than a normal non-magical wolf, in either form. But we do have that big silver weakness. Can’t even touch the stuff. Luckily you’re not going to find a lot of silver in places unless you’re like... a jeweler or a technician of some sort. God, imagine being in one of those lines of work, then you get changed. That’d fucking suck.”

“Yeah,” Chase said. “So, uh... h-how does one... become a werewolf? Or a... vampire? Do you just get bitten?”

“That’s how it works for werewolves,” Jackie said. “You have to get bitten on the full moon. For me, it happened in uni. I was walking to the bus stop after work, going to take it back to campus, when all of a sudden this huge fucking wolf appeared and bit me! I had to call the hospital to come get me because I immediately didn’t feel good—that’s the first sign, you feel dizzy right away. Easy to mistake for shock or blood loss. For the next month, things will feel weirder and weirder, and then you transform on the next full moon and boom! Werewolf forever. Becoming a vampire is a bit more elaborate, though. Right, Schneep?”

Chase looked at Schneep. “Yeah, uh, what’s that mean?”

“Well...” Schneep leaned back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Let’s say that becoming a vampire accidentally is much rarer than becoming a werewolf accidentally. First, you must be drained of most of your blood, to the brink of death. Usually this is done when a maker vampire drinks most of it, but you can bleed out by any methods. Then, before you die, you must have vampire blood in you. Again, traditionally a maker vampire will feed that to you, but it can also be injected through a needle.”

“A... ‘maker’ vampire,” Chase repeated. “Is that a special type of vampire or something?”

“No no, that is—The vampire who gives you their blood is your maker,” Schneep explained. “Any vampire can make another.”

“Oh. I’ve heard the word ‘sire’ used a lot in vampire media.”

“That’s a human invention,” Schneep dismissed. “‘Maker’ has been used for far longer. There are some vampires who will get mad if you use sire.”

“Vamps put a lot of stock in tradition,” Jack explained.

“Because they’re all old,” Jackie added.

Chase laughed. “Uh—so, keep going, Schneep. You need to have vampire blood in you, then what?”

“Then you... well, it looks as though you die,” Schneep said. “But really your body only enters a pretend-death state, in which your body and brain do not work but your soul is still there. This state will last for thirteen days. In this state, you must spend a full day, sunrise to sunset, enclosed.”

“Enclosed?” Chase repeated, confused.

“The coffin or casket is traditional, but it could be in any box, or buried in the earth, or even wrapped up tightly enough in blankets or a bag. If you are not enclosed in time, you will simply die as your soul leaves your body. If you are enclosed in time, you will awaken at sunset as a vampire, fighting out of the enclosure to search for blood.”

Chase tried not to shudder. He failed.

Schneep nodded. “It is a... upsetting moment, when you first wake up after being made. Even if you wanted to become a vampire, the differences are sudden and the new hunger is... not a good sensation.”

“See, I never understood this,” Chase said. “Why would anyone want to be a vampire?”

Schneep shrugged. “To live forever. And some people think it is cool to be a creature of the night, but I don’t think those people really understand it.” He paused. “Ah, but do not misunderstand, I am happy being a vampire. Even if it was an unhappy start.”

“R-right. Of course.” Chase nodded. “Are you, uh... comfortable talking about how it happened?”

A pause. “Well, ah... I was thirty years old,” Schneep said slowly. “I was starting my hematology fellowship. That is the last step to become a hematologist—a blood doctor, basically. Though there are many doctors that work with blood—anyway. Th-there was an English woman working with me by the name of Elizabeth. I only saw her at night and she said it was because she had a sensitivity to sunlight. She even made jokes about being a vampire. But it turns out, the jokes were not so joking. I went to her house one night, and there—well. I was not expecting it.”

“...oh. O-okay.” Chase could tell there was more to the story, but he could also tell that Schneep didn’t want to share anything more than that. So he decided to drop it. “But you came to the UK eventually?”

“Yes, ten years ago. It was then I learned about the Night Councils.”

“The Night Councils? Are those like... the secret supernatural government?”

“Basically,” Jackie said. “There’s multiple of them scattered across the country, though they don’t cover everywhere. Each one is based in a city and keeps tabs on it and the surrounding smaller towns. The goal is to make sure everydays don’t find out about the shadow world.”

“But why?” Chase asked. “I never understood this in stories. Wouldn’t it be better if the normal people—the everydays—knew about supernatural stuff so they could defend themselves against it?”

“Well, uh...” Jackie coughed. “There are... already everyday groups dedicated to defending themselves against the supernatural.”

“Monster hunters,” Jack said.

“Monster hunters?!” Chase gasped. “I thought you said that those weren’t real!”

“I said that ghost hunters mostly weren’t real,” Jack corrected. “Monster hunting groups did exist, and do still exist. And they’re assholes.”

Schneep nodded. “There was one group in Germany, the Helsing Gruppe.”

“And there’s one in this area, too,” Jackie added. “The Brotherhood of the Iris. Usually we just call them the Iris. Luckily they haven’t caused any trouble in Scuabyrg, but there’s always a chance they’ll show up.”

“And... do what?” Chase asked nervously.

“Uh... bad stuff,” Jackie said slowly. “You know... hurt people. But even if monster hunters didn’t exist, I don’t trust the military with knowledge that you can make super-badass wolves by having one bite a person. Anyway! You didn’t ask me how I became a werewolf! Why’d you only ask Schneep, huh?”

Chase blinked, then laughed. “Well you sorta already explained it. You were walking back from work when you got attacked.”

“Well yeah, but there’s more to it!” Jackie said. “The next full moon, the wolf who bit me found me and apologized, then said ‘hey now that you’re a wolf anyway, wanna join our pack? So I did, but those guys were a bunch of assholes, so I left and moved back home to Scuabyrg, where I found a new pack!”

“So—werewolves form packs, then?” Chase asked.

“Mm-hm!” Jackie nodded. “Not really sure why. It’s just... easier to group together, I guess. I think it’s because becoming a werewolf really amps up your need for socializing.”

“Humans already pack bond with stuff all the time,” Jack laughed. But then he stopped. There was a buzz from his pocket. He reached in to take out his phone, scanning the notification that appeared. “Oh. Marvin says he’s gonna be busy tonight, guys.”

“Did he get a lot of customers at the shop?” Schneep asked.

“Not sure. He only said something came up.” Jack began texting. “I’m asking him if everything’s alright.”

“He can probably deal with it,” Jackie said, somewhat dismissively.

“Be nice, Jackie,” Schneep said. 

“I am! I’m just saying, he’s pretty powerful, he can probably deal with it.”

“So... do you not like this Marvin guy?” Chase asked carefully.

“No, I—that’s not exactly it,” Jackie said slowly. “He’s... he’s a good guy, really. Chill and fun. I like hanging out with him. But it’s just... his magic is weird. I’ve never smelled anything like it, and he refuses to explain it. Like, just tell me if it’s nature magic or emotion magic or what, at least.”

Chase stared at him. “You can smell magic?”

“Oh, uh... kind... of?” Jackie said slowly. “Werewolves have really good senses. I-I can’t really smell magic once it’s... out in the open, but witches have a magical scent to them. It’s different depending on where they draw their power from, and Marvin’s weird sour smell is... completely unique. He’s definitely the only witch in the city drawing from whatever that is.”

“...Drawing from...?” Chase repeated, confused.

“Ah, perhaps Marvin is better suited to explaining that part,” Schneep said.

“Marvin says he’s fine, by the way,” Jack reported. “Looks like something’s happening with a customer of his. I’ll give him the time.” He put his phone away. “Alright. So... video games?”

“Ooo what do you have on here?” Jackie asked. “Wait, can ghosts play video games?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Jack said. “Maybe. At the very least if we give Chase a controller he could practice pressing the buttons.”

“Oh, so I always wondered how this works,” Jackie said. “Chase, why can ghosts sometimes touch things but not always?”

“Well, uh...” As Chase answered Jackie’s question—as well as all the questions that followed, all of which Chase himself had asked Jack in the past—Jack went about setting things up. Soon, the console was up and running. “So what are you playing?” Chase asked.

“I was thinking Smash or some other fighting game,” Jack said.

“I do not think I’ve ever played the Smash games,” Schneep said slowly.

“Oh, I just know you’ll get into it, despite how you look like the sorta guy who’d never like any games ever,” Jackie said.

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

Chase laughed. “Yeah, no, I agree with Jackie. You look like you’d say ‘Calling Duty’ instead of ‘Call of Duty.’”

“What is that supposed to mean?!” Schneep huffed, offended. “Alright, I will show you both how good I am at video games. Give me a controller.”

After that, it was amazing how normal the evening felt. Despite how different everyone was, they acted normal. Sure, Chase might not have been able to hold the controller for very long, much less press the buttons, but he was happy just watching. Jackie and Schneep soon got really competitive, while Chase and Jack made jokes.

...He hadn’t had an evening like this since he was in university. It was sad that it took him dying for something like this to happen again. 

But he tried not to think about that. And soon, he was able to forget all about the strangeness that surrounded him and have some fun for the first time in a long while.

[jaays-moon]

ghostbusters👻☎

heeseung x reader (afab) genre: friends to lovers, conducting a seance, spooOooky, friends having fun!! synopsis: what is better than a sleepover after the dreadful exams? a game of calling ghosts at a sleepover! where y/n and her friends play the game of seance with candles. word count: 2.6K 🖤🖤 DISCLAIMER‼️ i do not intend make fun of the practice or anyone who believes in such things. this story is purely for entertainment. continue reading....༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

"dude we are still having the sleepover right?" hearing heeseung's voice over the phone was just the moral boost i needed to protect myself from the eventual bed rot.

"yeah... we do, don't we..." however, nothing could stop me from the self-loathing that ensued after our exam results were published.

"y/n are you still sad about your grades? dude... you literally topped the class. so what jay beat you to rank 1, you know that nerdball is always trying to one up you."

ha...was it that evident in my voice "no, haha no its... ugh you know what, yeah i am upset. LIKE HE LITERALLY TOLD ME HE DIDN'T DO WELL IN PHYSICS, BUT THAT HOE??? this is why i hate toppers."

"oh? is it so?"

JAY??? what- omg did hee just put me on a three way call??

"HEE?" what is this guy doing. gosh way to go. he sure does know how to put me on the spot!

"no bestie it is I. the topper. you know you should actually let me know how crude your true intent is. and here i thought you were a friend."

"oh well good cause i can't be friends with LIARS! i wasn't the one who pretended to not know about the exam and then proceed to get an A! that is actually being an asshole. also that you never told me about getting tutored by jake."

"wait what you were getting tutored by jake? is this how you steal peoples friends jay?"

"WHAT? NO I DIDN'T? THAT LIL SHIT HAS BEEN TELLING EVERYONE THAT? JAKE-"

*the line cuts and the doorbell rings*

who could that be?

"hee?" "yes? who else? its time for the sleepover girl?"

"its 7 o' clock in the evening heeseung, who comes this early anyways-" i mean how does it even matter to scold him cause either ways, he barges into the house.

"well technically i do live here. its like my second home. do you need to take permission to enter your own house love?" of course. the only reason why i am friends with hee. he is unapologetically himself. it puts me at ease to have a person who thinks of me so dearly. or thinks of my home so dearly...

"ok fyi i also sent the invite in the gc"

"oh i know, jay is on the way with jake, maybe after he beats him up tho."

i chuckle at the thought of those two bickering. obviously jake hadn't told me anything about tutoring. it was just fun to watch them bicker after all! "and for you, i also invited leah over." a wicked grin decorates my face as i watch hee's jaw drop and eyes go wide in horror.

"Y/N??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what? why? how could you do this to me? YOU ARE VERY AWARE OF HOW CLINGY SHE IS WITH ME. she is like obsessed with me or something! please no y/n. i am so sorry!! Y/N"

"hee be nice! she is my friend! and everyone has tiny crushes. she just likes you a bit. as the good friend that i am, i am just helping her out! she also has something planned for the night. she was recommending some game? i don't know."

*bell rings*

"i guess that must be the two actual friends of mine. the ones who TRULY care for me!" i chuckle as i approach the door.

however nobody stands as i open the door. i look outside to check my surroundings but it is as quiet as a night full of mysteries could be. the sudden noise of thunder fills the ambience as it starts pouring heavily. i shriek as i run back into the house, locking the door. "hee...?" i look over the kitchen counter, the sofa, and knock on the bathroom doors he doesn't respond. "ugh where did this kid go? hee, hees- AHHHHHH!

something black just covers my eyes from the back as a scream for my life. "geez, if you didn't know how to defend yourself, you sure can make a serial killer go deaf. you know you should audition for those roles of screamers in the slasher thrillers."

"HEESEUNG! NOT FUNNY. I WAS SO SCARED!" "aww pookie was scared" "ew-" but his warm hug makes up for it. as the cold from the rain starts creeping into the room, heeseung offers me his jacket.

"what about you?" "don't worry. you will be warm and smell nice in it." he adds on with a wink. this guy. my laughs cover how blown out my pupils look. it isn't fair. how he gets to have this effect on me. i mean we are friends but moments like these, make me question otherwise. why can't i reciprocate the flirtations? why am i defeated dumb by this gorgeous guy?

"ok leah justed texted me. jay is picking her up" "you text leah?" "sometimes, when i think my charm is wearing off." "you are such an asshole! i am going to tell her." "no you won't." "and why is that?" "cause you care about me. cause, you like me." a grin of victory. i wave my hand to dismiss the words thrown out in air. is it that simple for him?

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our boisterous laugh fills my apartment. if it weren't for these people i genuinely wouldn't make it through college. but as we talk, as we laugh, heeseung keeps falling all over me.

"HEESEUNG WHY DO YOU HAVE A SERIOUS CASE OF IJBOLITIS YOU WILL SQUISH Y/N." jay's boisterous accusation fills the room when jake ends up becoming a water fountain spitting out the cola he was drinking. "omg y'all!! now i need to get tissues" shaking my head isn't enough for the amount of chaos these people cause.

was i saying something about them saving me throughout college? never mind that, it is in direct proportion to the headache they give me. stealing glance from hee i move towards the kitchen "y/n could you also get...um..five! yes five candles!" "candles? for what leah?" "remember?! i told you we have to play a game. i mean we are done watching a movie. it is raining outside. IT IS 3 AM! this is the perfect time to have a seance!" "ah what now?"

"a seance jake. wouldn't have expected you to know however." "please do explain jAy. wHat is a sEanCe"

"well you see in ancient times-"

"it is a ghost calling game!"

"it is NOT a game leahhh." wow... i have never seen jay pout?

"wellllllll none of us are mediums."

"what would you know baby i could be a medium?"

"BABY??" "BABY?" "you both-"

"what y/n? as if you aren't hiding something?! *giggling* you and hee... aren't you also dating? you may not tell your dear friend-"

"what? no no you have it wrong leah. y/n and i. i would never date her. we can never date. we are friends. right y/n? y/n-"

i rush to the kitchen as soon as possible. i have nothing to do with that conversation. i should have known. it was just heeseung being heeseung. he is just nice to everyone. it shouldn't mean anything that the way he looks at me is any different. it was just my perception. it was my fault i thought that heeseung could love me any more than a friend. it should have been me who answered that. of course. like he said we could never date. why would he date me. why would i date him. why am i hurt-

"y/n? why did you leave like that?"

as i feel my throat burning at the familiar sound. my eyes are about to spill the truth. "didn't leah ask to get the candles though? why are you worried." as i shove past him in my annoyance which almost turned into guilt. reaching up to open the cabinet heeseung comes closer, hovering over me to reach the matchbox. "y/n" oh i know that timbre of his voice. the low, soothing tone, prying to know if i am hurt. i am not. definitely. "what?" "i am supposed to ask you that. i know you have something on your mind. i mean i know you were trying to set me up with your friend-" oh. he wasn't even thinking about me. good lord. this is pathetic. i am pathetic. "no i wasn't worried about that. matter of fact i wasn't worried at all. first you three way call jay to "prank" me. and now you think i am unlovable. pick a side lee heeseung. do you even care or not."

"woah. government name... if i didn't know you better, i would say you are mad right now." "that is the point heeseung. you don't. know. me." "baby-" "DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" as i push him back to the kitchen island i feel his round eyes on me filled with concern and guilt. i am unable to pull him back before he bumps into the glass as it shatters to the floor.

"ayo? what happened-" jake's concerned voice broke both of us from the intense glare we shared.

"DID THE GLASS JUST BREAK? LEAH BABY! ISN'T THIS A BAD OMEN. WE SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS!" "jay.... baby relax it didn't fall on it's own."

"ew, get a room." leah rolls her eyes as she speaks "i guess heeseung bumped into it. right?" "yeah. that is exactly what happened."

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"so that is basically it. we hold each other's hands and ask if any spirit is out there who wants to contact us. and i know how hard it is for us to remain silent, calm and composed we HAVE to. the candles will flicker and we can then start asking questions! only ask yes or no questions. also, no questions about death, money or future! ok y/n babe light the candles in the center please!!"

as leah instructs all of us we get into position. i immediately scurried next to leah's side and held her hand as we all sat down. i could sense heeseung's intense stare on me but for the sake of my sanity, i choose to ignore him like all my problems in life. didn't know he would someday fall on that list. am i being dramatic? maybe. i am just a girl! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎀

"wow that is cool and everything but, sorry y/n i don't want to hold sweaty ass palms?" "excuse ME-" "i said what i said!" jake dashes of to sit next to jay who was happily seated next to his gf. this jake had one job. heeseung awkwardly shifts to sit next to me. my hands go cold with the tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. i try to be extremely nonchalant about it. but in the shuffle i almost skid on the stupid floor which makes him snort. i look up to squint at him but it elicits only a response of a smirk from him. oh.

"oh also if the candle assigned to each of us flickers then it is a yes and if all the candles remain still. well, a no." "aw babeee you are learning so well!" "the best is teaching me" as jay shoots a wink at his partner we all physically groan with jake audibly gagging. well this is going to be fun...

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as the rounds went by the questions became stupider. you would think that all of us had a collective braincell count of negative 5.

"am I the smartest in this group"

" *cough* nO *cough* "

"shut up jake!"

"whaaaat it wasn't me :("

this is what i missed the most, laughing, having fun with your friends. i also long back started to feel at ease with hee's warm hands melting into mine. i had gone overboard with my feelings and it wasn't fair to hee or me... i just had made assumptions. i wished to clear the air. as my other friends continued to bicker i turned towards hee.

"hee...i am sorry for pushing you earlier. i just... it did sting when you said you would NEVER date me. i mean i am not that bad of a person am i" i laugh trying to cover the underlying connotations of my ask. " *chuckles* im sorry y/n. it was actually on me that i assumed you would be averse to dating ME. i mean who would want to date their friends, right?" his response caught me off guard so did his tone. he ended the question with some unsaid hope. i tried to decipher what he meant while trying to study his eyes. his eyes were locked into mine the similar way. trying to uncover the surface and delve deeper.

"i guess there are two other love birds here!" leah's voice broke us from a trance like state. " ahha leah. so its my turn? ok i would like to ask whether i will be rich- "HEE DO YOU WANT TO DIE LEAH JUST SAID NO QUESTIONS ABOUT MONEY!!!" " well...if it means it will be in your arms-"

"ohh my godddddd"

"i think i just barfed in my mouth-"

"YOU are actually the perpetrator of such CRIME!"

"EXCUSE ME-"

no amount of eye rolls can save the redness that creeps into my face. this guy- but this time i try to play along. "well why are you trying to be like romeo-juliet, when we can be hee-y/n alive and happy." i add on a wink feeling extra feisty.

the silence which fills the room could be cut through with a knife. i was about to back track when hee's jaw dropped like never before and a howling laughter ensued.

"oh heeseung she DEVOURED YOU SO BAD!!"

"damn y/n should flirt more often!!"

hee was just as dumbfounded as i was at my response.

"oh yeah? are you sure y/n. don't make promises you can't keep." his voice dropped to a soothing volume. his head tilted with the slightest smolder in his eyes. not to overpowering. just enough to hypnotize, mesmerize. as he turned towards the the candle circle his voice become bold and clear.

"dear spirit just y/n like me?" is he for real!!?? did he just ask that in front of... at that moment it felt as all the air in the room had left. a chill ran through my spine. i could see my friends start to feel uneasy as it seemed something, or someBODY else had joined our little gathering. i could see leah's face drop as she held my hand's tighter than usual. even jake and jay feel completely silent with the ambience in the air which dropped the temperature.

" ok... um so heeseung your candle isn't flickering-"

"but baby look... y/n's candle is flickering."

it felt like time had stopped. the room felt eerily filled with various other auras. feeling intensified. the tension was rising. as if as an instinct i held onto hee's hand tighter than before. from my periphery i noticed him glance towards me. he reciprocated.

"ok that is enough, thank you spirit for joining us." leah broke the tension as she blew out the candles and all of us sighed. as if everyone was holding their breathe expecting the worse.

all of us looked at each other. "ok... well the spirit didn't have to expose me like that..." everyone started giggling. this experience was something else.

"so you do like me?"

"well we all knew that before you two idiots knew."

"for once I agree with jake. you both are so blind, imagine, a LITERAL SPIRIT had to come and expose y'all."

"wellll THIS WAS FUN. and, i beg you y/n. NEVER second guess MY intuition. mwah mwah. you both are soooo adorbs!!"

and all i and hee could do in laugh and fall in for each other all over again.

omg this was long af😭😭 i had so many doubts and second thoughts with this buttttt, i hope you like it‼️‼️ please do show support and love by reblogging🖤and sending in asks in the mailbox💌thank you ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

[digo3d]

Ahem here’s an ask: what’s a tradition the gang loves to do (like maybe on someone’s birthday, new year, etc?)

*also just wanna say HOPE YOURE DOING WELL ❤️*

*turns into a crab and does a crab jig* YEAAAAH

I'm not just gunna give you ONE tradition I'm gunna give you A WHOLE BUNCH because boy I love my bullet points so sit and have some tea

FOR THEIR BIRTHDAYS:

On T.C.'s birthday they do a bit of a Christmas in July type thing (partly as a callback to that stupid ass episode I hate) and also because his favorite holiday is Christmas. They don't go very overboard but they do bust out the eggnog and Christmas wrapping paper for his presents. They also have an eensy weensy tree just for the occasion (probably the one Brain digs out of the trash in The Movie)

They go to the beach on Benny's birthday and they go no matter what because of this one time where it was really windy out but T.C. insisted they go anyway cos he already paid for towels n shit and when they got there it was so windy that Benny and Brain got blown away. So now it's an inside joke and they also bury T.C. in the sand every time as punishment lmao

They don't usually do anything special for Chooch's birthday because he usually can't think of anything but every time without fail he wants a strawberry pie. So they always get him a strawberry pie no matter the costs. Yes they have stolen a few for him.

Since Spook's birthday is on Halloween (of course) they celebrate his birthday during the day and at night they throw a huge Halloween rager where all of the alley cats are invited as per Spook's request. Spook is also entirely in charge of the gang's costumes and usually coordinates everyone with a theme. Like one time they were all Ghostbusters, another time they were all classic monsters, they did a Super Mario theme one time etc.

Fancy's birthday usually falls on Thanksgiving or sometime around it so Nonna usually flies in from Italy to make a big Italian feast for Fancy and the gang, and on the few times it doesn't she makes one anyway and then sticks around to help the gang make a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Fancy always gets a pumpkin pie for his birthday because of course.

Unfortunately Brain's birthday is April 1st, April Fools Day. However the rest of the gang and Dibble agreed that they're only allowed to pull 1 harmless prank on him collectively, and absolutely NOBODY ELSE EVER is allowed to prank him (Except maybe Kurt but his fate is currently unknown to you 🤭). Brain can prank all the people he wants though, and he actually looks forward to the gang's prank because he feels really smart if he figures out what the prank is before it happens and he gets an extra birthday treat if he figures it out. If he doesn't figure it out though it's always a prank that he'll find funny, like one time they put Pedro in a police officer costume so that it would look like there were two Dibble's walking around.

I stole this idea from a sitcom I don't remember the name of but on Dib's birthday they ALWAYS try to plan a surprise party for him but he ALWAYS figures it out because detective skills and whatnot, they've only ever managed to surprise him once and all it took was T.C. getting accidentally pepper sprayed by Dib 💃

ACTUAL HOLIDAYS:

T.C. goes fucking I N S A N E with the Christmas decorations. The alley gets absolutely DECKED TO THE FUCKING HALLS it's almost repulsive. He's one of those people who would start putting decorations up in October if Spook wouldn't beat him up for it. And he always forces the gang to wear ugly Christmas sweaters and take a Christmas picture to send to relatives like the good mom he is :3

I already talked about Halloween but I will also say that Spook makes it his mission to scare the shit out of everybody (Except for Dibble because if I know anything about trying to scare a policeman it's a bad idea)

For St. Patrick's Day they always volunteer to help Pedro with his float for the parade because of course and Dibble's Irish heritage fully possesses him as well. After the parade Pedro takes the gang and his cousin out to a pub for appetizers and drinks.

For the Murica day Dibble busts out da grill and becomes a griller dad and makes sure the gang doesn't have any illegal fireworks or whatever. One year Spook nearly blew up the alley with some firecrackers and Roman candles that went awry.

Yeah there you go sorry that one took so long as well Tumblr deleted half of the post and I got angry smh anyways I'm doing pretty okay and I hope you're doing well too :3

[dimalink]

Explorer for paranormal – ghosts from a mirror

Three dimensional scene for today based on videogame GhostBusters for game console Sega MegaDrive. Game is about ghost hunters. Should be good. Graphics is interesting. Something like a big house. And you are walk and search for ghosts.

It is a moment that game is two dimensional. And this is my scene and it is three dimensional. So, I for a long time have a dream to make a graphics like a simple 3d. As in first Alone in The Dark. Or like Resident Evil 1. It is not necessary to be a horror. But this kind of graphics.

So, to become a paranormal explorer you need to have a mustache. And to watch all Star Trek movies for 70s and 80s. It is a necessary condition. Then they will give you such a thing like water gun. It can catch a different paranormal. And this thing has a special aim. Which can catch something from another dimension. And all appearance from another dimension. So, ghosts from a mirror, they will not pass!

Such a game with some jokes. About paranormal. It can be like this. By the way this character looks like doctor Rabotnik. From a Sonic. Doctor of science paranormal another dimension institute name of explorer doctor Rabotnik.

Big house. And from a mirror they came – a ghosts! You came in a big house. And there are lots of floors there. Of course, not 99 floors like a 8 bit cartridge. But still a lots! And anonymous telephone call via old wired telephone, told that there are living ghosts here. So, it is good to go as guests to this place! There is a message paper at the floor. And it is written. Ghost from 8 floors invites you to drink a tea.

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[cer-rata]

Fic WIP "Pretending to Breathe"

If he was going to be totally honest, Chris hadn’t been entirely sure he’d see the sky again. He’d tried not to dwell on it while he was in the zone, but now that he could see clouds again, he realized how much they really meant to him. Grass was nice, too. Nice to lay on, nice to run his fingers through. Just…nice.

He closed his eyes and focused on blocking out any sounds from outside of the park. He was out of practice, but was getting the hang of it again. It took a moment, but he managed to isolate just the stuff that was immediately relevant to him: The sparrows that were bouncing nearby, Brian’s (B+ was starting to lean into his Earth name) breathing, the sound of roots slowly pressing into the soil--stuff like that.

…Wait.

He turned to look at his friend who was laying in the grass next to him. He was pretending to be human, so he was brown instead of turquoise, his…wires? Tendrils…? Whatever the glowy cables on his head were called were disguised to look like dreadlocks. It was pretty convincing. Cute too that he made himself resemble Star Sapphire so obviously.

“...Brian, why are you breathing?”

“What.”

“You don’t normally breathe.”

“But I can! I have lungs! I always have lungs!”

“But you never use them.”

He sighed. “...Humans can subconsciously tell if I’m not breathing, so if my chest isn’t rising they get slightly unnerved and can’t figure out why. So when I’m pretending I try to make sure I’m breathing.”

Chris hummed. “Gotcha. Well. Uh. You’re good at it.”

“...Breathing?”

“Yep!”

“You’re dumb.”

“Everyone is dumb to you.”

“No, no I think it’s just you.”

Chris shoved him and he laughed. “Alright, I got a question for you, my little nerdy friend.”

“I’m only shorter than you because I haven’t felt like updating my form yet--”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“God.”

Chris sat with that in horror for a moment before slowly turning his head to look at Brian.

Brian was already looking at him with a big dumb smile on his face. He giggled when they made eye contact and he saw the concern in Chris’ expression. “You’re so easy.”

Chris squinted at him and sat up. “You’re annoying.”

“I am. Funny, though.”

“Is that what you want to be? A comedian?”

“I dunno. I don’t have a set lifespan, so I don’t really see the need to decide on a single course of action. I have…quite a bit of time to do many things. I could just hang out with you for the rest of your life and I wouldn’t have made a dent in the eternity I’ll have if I don’t get myself blown up. Even then you’d have to blow me up really thoroughly.” He winced. “...If my brother was here he’d have made a joke out of that phrasing.”

“What, about wanting to be blown real thoroughly?”

Brian sighed. “I shouldn’t have prompted you…”

Chris snorted. “You better say something real nice at my funeral.”

“‘Christopher Kent was my best friend. A lot of messed up stuff happened to him. But the greatest injustice in his life was that he was not born the blond that his personality and cognition indicated he should have been.’”

Chris gave him a look and that was enough to get him laughing again. He knew that B wasn’t Brainiac, he believed it too. But it was still striking to think that Brainiac had made such a giggly little kid. Even by accident. He shook his head. 

“Maybe you’re not invited.”

“Like you could stop me.”

“Ghosts are totally a thing.”

“I know how to trap them.”

“You’re lying.”

“Ghostbusters wasn’t as far off as one would assume. Anyway,” Brian sat up. “What about you, Mr. Fixed Lifespan, what do you want to be when you grow up? ‘Superman’ is not a valid answer.”

Chris snorted. “You have any idea how far down the list I am?”

“I do, yes. Heck, I think I'm even ranked higher--ah! Nope!” Brian caught Chris’ hand before he could get captured by it.

Chris strained to get past him, but Brian’s arm didn’t budge. “...Seriously, why are you so strong? Gah!” Brian yanked Chris over to him, and Chris fell on top of him in a heap. 

Brian hugged him close.  “My question is still unanswered. Answering questions is my whole thing, so you’re kind of cramping my style, blondie.”

Chris struggled a little bit, but not seriously. He groaned and went dramatically limp. “...I dunno, buddy. I never really got a chance to think about it before. Someone always had an idea of what I should do. I didn’t even really have time for hobbies before everything got bad. Well. Worse I guess, cause it didn’t start great either.”

Brian loosened his grip, and Chris adjusted to lay a little more comfortably. “Ah. Well…in that case…maybe when I start actually setting up my corps you could be…one of my first lanterns? Maybe? If you want, I mean. ‘Turquoise Lantern’ is a little bit of a mouthful admittedly, but I’m sure I can think of something better.” He cleared his throat nervously after he finished. 

Chris swallowed thickly. “Oh. Gee…you…you mean that?”

“Of course. You ask dumb questions all the time, you’re just what the corps would need.”

“Hey--”

“Now, I do plan it to be more of a research and education organization, so you may have to learn how to read but--” 

Chris slipped his hand under Brian’s shirt and started tickling him. Chris always thought it was hilarious how Brian would pretend to try and escape when the reality was that he actively chose to let himself feel the sensation for some reason. “You were really asking for this.” He pointed out as he scratched at the spot where Brian’s belly button would have been if he had one. He knew from experience that for whatever reason that was a bad spot, and Brian’s shrieks and squeals didn’t disappoint.

“I’m soooorry!’ He managed to squeak out.

“You can just ask, you know.”

“Wh-ha-hat?”

“If you want to wrestle or have me tickle you, you can just say that, you don’t have to try to annoy me first.”

“But--aha, Chris! C-Conrad and Damian bother each other for attention all the time!”

“Yeah, but they’re dating and both super crazy, are you calling me super crazy?”

Brian didn’t manage to get a response out because he was laughing so hard. He released Chris from his grip though, and Chris mercifully let him go in return. Brian took a minute to calm down.

“You’re mean,” He giggled. 

“Had fun?”

Brian nodded. “Yeah. I do kinda like it when you and Conrad play with me like that. It makes me feel like his actual little brother and like you actually like me.”

Chris’ eyes widened. “Wh--Buddy, I do actually--”

“I’m joking again.”

Chris squinted. “What did I just say about not having to annoy me to get me to tickle you?”

Brian squeaked and laughed and curled up into a ball. “Nooo! I was just being normal annoying that time!”

Chris snorted before laying back down in the grass next to him. “...I think I’d look good in turquoise.”

Brian uncurled and turned to look at him. “...Y-yeah, actually. I do too.” They made eye contact for a little too long, and Brian winced before awkwardly breaking it. 

Chris raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing!”

[theselfshippingwitch]

Janine x Egon Wedding Questions

(This is for The Real Ghostbusters versions of the characters)

(also i'm gonna tag @ariel-seagull-wings bc they wanted to see my answers to this lol)

Imagine what music they would have? What food? Would it be outside? What kind of theme, if any, would they have?

I imagine Egon would want only classical music while Janine would be like PARTY!!! Lol she would still want the classic organ music as she’s walking down the aisle though, and at the reception they would have a combo, like they would start with classical and then go into more like dance music as the night went on. They would have their wedding in this amazing greenhouse venue in Brooklyn with this incredible ceiling. No theme, the venue is the centerpiece. 

The food would also tie in to the venue as they have a lot of fresh and light fruits and veggies (and mushrooms) for the cocktail hour and an amazing seasonally-appropriate salad before the main course.

Who would they invite?

Okay so Egon was definitely having like, a whole crisis about this bc his family is pressuring him to like, invite all these important figures from the scientific community and “uphold the reputation of the Spengler family within these prestigious circles” and whatever and Egon just wanted a small wedding but the guest list just keeps getting bigger and bigger and its so hard for him to ever say no to any of his family and it was like… 

It was Janine who encouraged him to advocate for himself and stand up for what he wants out of his big day bc she was not having all those stuffy scientific types at her party absolutely not

In the end, it was a celebration with extended family and close friends and louis who always ends up at janine and egon’s wedding no matter the circumstances of the occasion for some reason

jk louis is a close friend and we love and respect him is this house

Also Ray is Egon’s best man and Janine’s sister is the Maid of Honor

What season is it? Day or night? What colors do they wear?

It is a summer day (August 2nd, 1993), bright and sunny but luckily not too hot. The only other color beyond the natural green of the surroundings is the pink of the bridesmaid’s dresses and burgundy of the groomsmen’s ties.

Is it traditional or do they do something wild?

Traditional! It’s the wedding Janine has been dreaming of since she was a little girl (along with her Jewish wedding ceremony, which she had first). 

Did they write their own vows? Who is the person marrying them?

Because this is going to be the secular wedding (even though it has a lot of things based on Christian wedding traditions ik)  they wouldn’t have any religious figure marrying them. They would just get, like, a professional wedding officiant who just fits their vibe yk? And it was important to Janine that they write their wedding vows bc… she just needs to hear it, okay? She cannot just have Egon say “yeah, mmm-hmm” to whatever the officiant says, she needs to hear Egon say how much she means to him and we’re all gonna make him do it

Are they wearing suits? Dresses? Something else entirely?

Okay here’s the fun part FINALLY

Janine’s dress: 

Bridesmaid’s dresses:

Egon’s suit:

This means ray gets to wear his pea soup green suit that he already owns!!! Groomsmen’s suit:

What does their cake look like if they have one?

Does she throw the bouquet for someone to catch or does she pass out one flower to everyone to let everyone know they are worthy of love?

Janine definitely wants to throw her bouquet! Even though two of her bridesmaids are already married (her older sister, and her bff Violet who married Egon’s bff Ray last year)

Do they have a party afterwards? What music?

Yes!!! Yes they do!!! And the music is an eclectic mix of Egon’s classical music (with a live string quartet) and Janine’s playlist of party music with artists like Madonna and Cyndi Lauper (with a live DJ)

She also has a reception dress!:

Is it the wedding of their dreams or does something go awry?

Janine is too rich now for something to go awry

Also! How is the kiss!? Do they smooch softly? Sweetly? Passionately? Does he dip her into a deep smooch? Is it a soft sweet peck?

The kiss we’ve all been waiting for tbh

Very sweet and romantic. She puts a hand on the back of his neck while he holds her waist. He’s been mostly expressionless through the ceremony but he smiles as he kisses her, the softie

What is their honeymoon like? Is it a stay at home one? Do they go somewhere exciting? How long is the trip? Or stay at a hotel? Or maybe a cute little cottage somewhere?

They go to Cairo, Egypt! I feel like it’s the perfect mix of what they would both want out of a honeymoon. It’s an exciting city that’s got an ancient history and culture attached to it (egon is gonna study so many hieroglyphs you don’t even KNOW)

Does she take his last name or him hers? Do they keep or hyphenate their names? Or maybe they both take on a whole new last name together!

But they would have to change the name tags on the uniforms…

How many kids do they have? What are their names?

This is where it gets sketchy cuz fankids are a whole nother thing that I haven’t thought of yet for janegon but I DO know that they have a kid about one year apart from Violet and Ray’s oldest kid and they’re both boys and they’re besties who go on adventures together (the violet/ray kid is the timid one and the janegon kid is the bold one, you get where i’m going with this)

Where do they live?

In a penthouse apartment in Manhattan, where Janine can have space to write editorial articles for the magazine she created and runs, Egon can get to Ghostbusters HQ without too much trouble (even though he’s not part of the field team anymore he works on R&D with Ray out of there almost every day).

[littleboxcat]

Peter Finds Egon's Very personal Journal

Peter hated cleaning. He felt that when one reaches a certain level of success, they should not be relegated to doing menial house chores. As a child He hated the afterhours clean-up he was forced to do when the carnival had closed for the night. Sticky table tops, puke covered snapped together flooring, popcorn and other food refuse, all of those things made Peter shudder. But he did so love the Carnie life.

Of course, this was not the carnival. This was Ghostbuster HQ and It was Peters turn to do chores. When he lived alone, he had invented a system. His apartment had three states of being: Normal, Messy and Uh-oh It’s time to clean-o-clock. A few items here and there and out of place, maybe a light to medium layer of dust or crumbs on the counters and the floor was considered downright neat. What human lived in a spotless household? A psychopath that’s who peter thought. Messy was when the piles of items out of their natural places outnumbered the items where they belonged. This still did not bother Peter; He knew where everything was. If he left his shirt on the floor near the bathroom door, he knew it was there. The piles of items found their new homes strewn about. It felt the most like home when the place was messy. Uh-oh it’s time to clean-o-clock only came up when he was expecting guests. Special guests. Peter loved his homely feeling apartment, but he loved getting it in more.

Egon had not done his share of the chores the day before and like a petulant child, Peter was agitated at the fact that Spengler consistently got a pass. Why do I have to do it when he does not, he thought as he slapped the wet mop on the hardwood with a thwacking sound; before shuffling the handle back and forth. I’m Gonna tell-em about himself later, Pete Schemed.

The mop handle bumped against the lab door. It creaked open. He half expected to see the scientist hard at work, soldering tools in hand, safety googles on, but he remembered Janine had taken Egon out for a lunch date, which Egon insisted was not a date. Winston had invited Ray to a cookout at his family home. Zeddemore’s family really liked Ray. They decidedly did not like Peter. It was fine with Peter, He had the whole day to read comics, watch TV and relax, something the Men hadn’t had the chance to do in a while as business was most times chaotic. Slimer was around, somewhere lazing or eating them out of house and home; maybe both.

Peter entered the lab. “Oh Eggie, I’m gonna touch your stuff!” Peter said to the crowd of no one. “Better come stop me before I break something.” He continued mockingly as he halfheartedly mopped around Egon’s desk. The Mop hit a stack of books that lay teetering at the edge of the desktop. They fell to the floor. A small leather bound book that was hidden amongst the pile flopped open. Shit, peter swore to himself. Sometimes, actually most times Egon could tell when someone had trifled through his belongings. Peter wasn’t quite sure how, but he did.

There on the pages written in what could be considered doctorly hand writing; half chicken-scratch half spindly lines of text, something caught Peters eyes.

Date: June 17th

Time: 11:47pm

My physiology is behaving interestingly this evening.

-difficulty focusing

-Jittery

-Engorged Phallus

-Slight elevated body temp: 99˚    

-Flushed skin

-Mind preoccupied with thoughts of copulation.

-Perchance with Janine?

- Possible need for penile stimulation?

Eck… Peter thought, why does everything sound so gross when stated scientifically out of Egon’s mouth. As grossed out as Peter was, his need to find out more about his friends sex life was greater. Egon had not ever spoken to them about anything of a sexual nature. Actually, this was untrue. He had, in college, discussed his adolescent observations about teen mating rituals and STIs. But this conversation wasn’t specifically about Egon; Of course he also told Peter that women were interested in his Epididymis. Nobody wants to know about Egon’s spermy ducts, Peter mused as he continued reading. Pete made himself comfortable on the beat-up ratty cushioned couch in the lab, half forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. Purposefully forgetting.

Date: June 22nd

Time: 2:20am

Had the familiar dream again.

-Pulsating Engorgement

-Very uncomfortable.

-Sensitive to the touch

-Boxers moist with approx. 3-4 ml pre-ejac--

Peter Stopped; Slammed the book shut; Shuddered and grimaced. He frowned making a very Robert DeNiro face, then opened the leather journal and soldiered on.

-An attempt was made to ignore

- Pillow placed between thighs

- light stimulation using soft surface, favorable.

- Manual stimulation. Very reactive.

-overwhelming need for release.

Note to self: DO NOT DO THIS AGAIN IN THE BUNKROOM. Mess is difficult to clean from sheets and clothes whilst others sleep.

“UGH NO! EGON NO! We… We were in the room when you did that!”

Peter screeched loudly. As if one or maybe all of them had never jacked it while the others slept. Hell, Peter did it twice before. Too lazy to go into the bathroom to rub one out, he lay there listening to the snoring sounds of the others for fear they might awaken and notice. But this was different. This was Egon. Dr. Egon Spengler. Physicist, Parapsychologist. The Brains of the outfit. Jerking it in the bunkroom. Peter was repulsed but also intrigued. Curiosity got the better of Peter.

Notes: I will write more of Egon's Journal. Hope it enjoyable. If you share my writing please give me some credit. Thank you.

[ronmanmob]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Towing the honesty line here and saying that every ship - no matter its nature - has something I flat adore about it; something unique and captivating and that makes me excited about writing and exploring it. Stacking them up and naming names or pairings just feels like a fast track to potential hurt feels and I'm not about that life. Each is my favourite version of itself.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Most anything, honestly. Any kind of relationship - platonic, romantic, familial, a complex mix of those appropriate for mixing or a more straightforward affair. All sorts of relationships fascinate me, and I'm happy to explore provided it's well plotted out and we - as muns - have chatted about yeses and nos and boundaries and all that good stuff.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I won't ship with minors or write ships where Ron and a minor are even vaguely romantically inclined. Otherwise - provided we're writing about legal adults consenting to things/being in situations - I'm not overly bothered about it as a concept, however--

However.

I can promise you a 38 year old Ron, say, would whap an 18 year old interested person round the head and chuff 'em off home to their mum as soon as look at 'em. Just because it's write-about-able doesn't mean Ronnie'd be interested. Man's got his own wants and needs and I can flat swear someone 20 years his junior like that example there says cannot, CANNOT meet those.

Are you selective when shipping?

I need to have a good rapport with the other mun, certainly. We need to plot things out, test ideas, make worlds and if we can't do that, I can't get comfy enough to open my (hard as fucking nails but still) muse up to the kind of connections shipping (any kind) entails. Elsewise, of course, there must be chemistry between muses if we're talking romantic shipping.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Friends I'll write everything from the beginnings 'til the ends of an intimate encounter, but I'll also always follow my writing partner's cues and comforts in that regard. I don't and won't write smut. More power to those that do, of course. It's just not my thing. But intimate scenes needn't be smutty and I'll write, like I say, all the detail my partner's happy with. We start mentioning parts and private zones, that's NSFW and it'll be tagged as such. Mine is, //Behind Closed Doors.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I've been shipping with @hislittledxll since...2016? With @brooklynislandgirl for perhaps a sneeze less time? So they're my darlings and I don't know what I'd do without them. Other, newer shippy-loves are @vxctorx and @id1eyouth. A dear friendSHIP is had with @tabbyrp, likewise @corinnebaileyrp. Like I say, I'll consider ships of any kind with anyone.

They just need plotting :3

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

Yes please. Scream at me about our muses in my DMs. Pounce on me on Discord. I'll do the exact same. Assuming shipping - any kind but romantic especially - will only get my (and Ron's) back up. He's an easy flirt, bless 'im, but there's A L O T of heck-fire and dagnabit this man's been through and dealing with and just...inviting oneself into his intimate circle...It won't work.

How often do you like to ship?

I do like it lots, definitely. I'm mulling over happy little motes of inspiration almost constantly. But it's not mandatory by any means. I'll write anything that interests me. So bring it in pals!

Are you multiship?

Yes, but every ship has its own verse. As was so wisely spoke in Ghostbusters by my hero Doctor Spengler - Don't. Cross. The. Streams.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more-or-less. There's more to life, more to writing, but gosh it's fun.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Other than the ones I've made up round the characters I write Ron with? XD I...don't really know I have a fandom specifically. Some pairings I've loved to see in recent media include Paul and Chani in Dune/Dune 2, and Lestat and Louis in Interview With The Vampire (it's so toxic...SO TOXIC, but so beautifully done).

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Legit, talk to me. I'm always either here or on Discord. We'll need to chat, plot, discuss boundaries and story arches and all and it'll be fascinating and awesome and I promise we're friendly, me and Ron. So just pop by. There's always a pot of tea on the boil and biccies out the draw to snack on while we natter.

Tagged by: I stole it off @brooklynislandgirl (gratefully, thank you darling)

Tagging: C'mon go play!

[popcorn-plots]

Febuwhump day 22: "You weren't supposed to be there"/Alt -- CPR

Title: ghostbusters rescues

Words: 886

Summary: Tony Stark has a heart attack during an event. Peter performs CPR with the help of a mysterious stranger.

I'm not slowly loosing my mind, you are

~~~

Tonight was about Peter. Midtown's AcaDeca team won Nationals -- Peter answered the tiebreaker questions and Tony couldn't be more proud of his son. As a reward, Tony decided to invite the winning team, their parents, and the AcaDeca teacher (a Mr. Harris) to a celebratory dinner at Stark Industries. Completely free of charge and serving only the best for his son and his friends. Because this was Peter's night, not Tony, and he wanted to be there for his son, not complaining about how he could barely breathe through the tightness in his chest that felt like a panic attack but wasn't and how hard it was to even stay upright with how light headed he was. He didn't, he just grinned and bore it because this was Peter's night. Not Tony's.

But then Peter had noticed how pale and clammy he was and asked if he was alright.

"I'm fine Pete. I'm just tired." Peter didn't look like he believed Tony. "Hey, how about a toast?" Tony asked, trying not to grimace as pain blossomed in his chest. He knew pain was never a good sign, but he only had an hour or so left of the dinner. Everything was fine.

Tony grabbed his glass and heaved himself up, gathering everyone's attention as he did so. "First, I'd like to thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate our AcaDeca national winners!" The crowd cheered. "Second, I'd like to make a toast. A toast to every one of yo-" Tony trailed off as the pain grew. He tried to continue, trying to ignore the concerned gazes of his audience. "of--"

His glass was shattered on the floor, non-alcoholic apple cider pooling on the floor. Tony gasped, clutching at his chest as the pain peaked. He seemed to choke before suddenly, he was sliding to the ground, his world growing dark as he gasped for air he could not have.

Peter was above him, shouting his name. JARVIS was saying something, people were yelling. The last thing Tony remembered was Peter shaking him, telling him to stay awake.

~~~~

Peter watched his dad fall in slow motion.

He was on his feet in an instant, numb to the world as he called out, shaking his dad, telling him to stay awake. Please.

His dad’s eyes slipped closed and his face went slack, head lolling to the side. Peter didn’t think he’d ever forget the image of his dad lying there, unmoving. He wasn’t even breathing .

“Wong, call 9-1-1!” Someone shouted and suddenly, Peter was back in the real world. Everyone was yelling, someone was crying. A tall man with kind blue eyes and dark brown hair knelt besides Peter. A shaking hand reached out and touched Tony’s neck.

“Don’t–”

The man didn’t look up. “He hasn’t got a pulse…'' There was a brief moment of hesitation before the man was barking orders. “Does anyone know CPR?”

No one responded, or no one was able. The man said something under his breath as he turned to Peter.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“P-peter. Peter Stark.” There was a flash of recognition in the man’s face but he didn’t comment on it.

“Okay, Peter. I’m going to need you to perform CPR. I’ll lead you through it until the ambulance arrives.”

Peter swallowed, shoved his panic down deep inside of him, and nodded. “Good boy. Tilt his head back to open his airway.” Peter did and almost like magic, the CPR course he had taken in 7th grade came rushing back to him.

His dad wasn’t breathing. That was a problem. He also had no pulse. That was the second problem. Peter tried not to focus on the fact that his dad was dead as he laced his hands together and threw his body weight into chest compressions. Up and down, up and down, beating his dad’s heart for him.

The man kept whispering encouragement in his ear. Peter felt stronger with this man by his side, a burst of energy flowing through him with every word the man uttered, numbing the aching in his hands that appeared not a minute into CPR.

The ambulance arrived and an EMT took over chest compressions for a few minutes before shocking Tony’s body. His back arched and an EMT pressed their fingers to his neck. “We’ve got a pulse!”

Peter nearly sobbed in relief. He turned to find the man, but he was gone.

~

Tony went into the hospital nearly dead and came out a few days later without any complications. Peter was just glad his dad was alive. But when Tony tried to find the strange man, he was nowhere.

No one matching his description had ever even set foot in the tower. Everyone who witnessed it said that Peter was working alone. They all had the same story: he fell to his knees next to Tony, talked to himself for a few seconds, and started chest compressions. No one knew who had called the ambulance.

It remained a mystery. Until four months later, when one Doctor Stephen Strange appeared at the monthly Avengers meeting, representing the alliance between the Avengers and Kamar-Taj. 

Peter nearly choked on his chocolate milk.

Ao3

[big-edies-sun-hat]

Tagged by @trashpoppaea:

Seven comfort films; seven people tagged

A lot of these are movies, I notice, that tend to come on cable a lot when I'm home for the holidays.

The Nightmare Before Christmas. Still have a strong memory of seeing this twice in the year it came out, in the theaters. Once was my first date.

The whole LOTR trilogy. The only bits I don't like to watch are the ones that they put in, where Frodo abandons Sam or Faramir does the thing he specifically does not do.

Beetlejuice. One of my top favorites of all time. I enjoy the musical, and as a kid I liked the cartoon, but the real one has a grounding in genuine horror that can't be beat.

Ghostbusters. Big fan of the movie NYC of the 80s, which was of course unrealistic in many ways but captured a vanished time in others. This movie is a great example of it, even though I don’t think they actually did much shooting there.

MST3k: Soultaker. Back in 1999 or 2000, a friend in the fan club was invited to a BNF's home to watch an advance copy at a house party. She brought me along, and it was a total delight. But honestly, I will put on a MST3k or Rifftrax movie on in the background just for the company, and I've had that habit for years. This is just one of the standouts.

Duck Soup. This just tore me up when I was a little kid, and it still does, except for a couple of racist jokes that I couldn’t catch at first because Groucho talks so fast. But they’re over quick.

Young Frankenstein. "Ah, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you."

Tagged (if you’d like! feel free to ignore): @reinitamagz, @dietraumerei, @animate-mush, @undeadhousewife, @holycatsandrabbits, @irohshotleafjuice, @dianadragonfly