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kwinsispn3 · 7 months ago

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Princess in Distress

Pairings: Dean & Sam x child!reader

Word Count: 2,938

anon request: Hi lovely, I hope that your doing okay?

I know that this is a bit odd of a request and if your not into it, I won't feel bad for you to just be like no absolutely not.

So I'm really big on the fics where the readers like really young (around 4 or 5) and Sam and Dean rescue her on a hunt from where her parents died. And it's lots of tears and sadness and fluff and theirs lots of cute little nicknames like babygirl and princess and she goes to live with them because she has no where else to go. And of course she has to take a liking to one of the boys, either Dean or Sam, whichever one you want.

I know that's really weird, but I just like to read those because I think they're cute. And again, no pressure and if you don't like it or simply just don't want to write it, no worries.

And if you have any fic recs like that, if you wouldn't mind recommending that would be great.

A/N: Hey y'all I am back with another fic!!! I'm excited I am sitting down to write in this moment, I missed writing spn stories. I still come on here to check on things and read other writers stories. I hope y'all enjoy!

The Winchesters had gotten a lead on a demon case a few towns over in their home state of Kansas. Some of Crowley's demons were going around, taking the forms of innocent citizens to go undercover. The boys were able to track down a few so far, but unfortunately, none of them had made it.

The demons had beaten up the bodies of the original individuals so much that they were already dead by the time they had exorcised the demons from them.

Y/N's parents were among those individuals.

5 year old Y/N was living a normal, everyday life. She was close to starting kindergarten. Until everything took a turn.

Her parents Alan and Marisa Wesler, got possessed one night. The next morning, Y/N was under the care of two demons, wearing her parents like costumes. She did not notice at first, it eventually got to a point where it was clear, something was wrong. Y/N started asking questions, to which the demons would grow impatient as time went on, and ditched the act.

Y/N did not understand, it looked like her mother and father, but they were not acting like them at all. She wanted to trust them, but something about their demeanor did not sit right with her. She thought about calling the police, but didn't know what she'd say. She thought about running away, but didn't know where she'd go. Instead, Y/N made a plan to go to her neighbors house. The Merrick's, who were good friends with her parents. Little did she know, the demons had sensed her plan.

Y/N waited until it was 11:00 at night, when her parents would usually go to bed. It was hard for her to keep her eyes open this late at night, but she was determined to get help. She tiptoed down the stairs out of her bedroom, avoiding every creak she could. She approached the front door and looked behind her to make sure no one had hear anything. The coast was clear.

Turning the lock of the front door ever so slightly, and quietly opening the door a crack.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetie?"

Y/N whipped her head around to see her mother standing over her. Surprised, since she heard no one coming.

Sam and Dean had gotten word of where the next demons were headed, a town outside of Kansas City. They just hoped they would get there in time, this time around. The boys had tracked them down to a suburbs neighborhood.

They had been driving all day, it was now late at night. Dean drove through the neighborhood, Sam sitting in the passenger seat, looking for anything unusual. Sam wasn't able to locate an address, but they had tracked the location to this subdivision.

Sam rolled down the window, hoping he and his brother did not look as suspicious. It was almost midnight, so most of the inhabitants should be asleep.

As they drove down a street called Magnolia Ln, Sam looked at each house, and soon found one where the front door was wide open.

"Dean, stop."

"What? Why, what do you see?" Dean slowly braked, putting the car in park in the middle of the street.

"Look." Sam pointed out. Dean met his gaze at the open front door of the house.

"Doesn't that seem kind of odd?" Sam suggested.

The two looked over the house, when all of the lights went out, all at once. The brothers looked at each other and opened their doors in unison. Rushing to get their defense supplies and approached the house with caution.

The demon that had Y/N's mother snatched her up, the minute she found her trying to escape the house, and dragged her across the floor.

Y/N screamed. "Mommy! What are you doing, let go of me!"

"Not a chance in hell! Listen here, you are going to do exactly as I say." The female demon said. Y/N's father then entered the room in a rush.

"They've found us!" He whispered urgently.

"Who?"

"The Winchester's"

"You little terror! You led them right to us!" She slapped Y/N across the face and threw her across the room. She landed on the ground, tears welling in her eyes. She had no idea what was going on, or what her mother was talking about.

The demons smoked out of their meat, black smoke filling the air and escaping through the vents in the home. Y/N looked up in terror, then watched her parents both fall to the ground, lifeless.

Waiting a few moments for any sign, there was nothing. It was still and quiet. The little girl arose slowly, walking lightly over to her mother who laid still on the floor.

"Mommy?" Y/N called out, nudging the woman, but getting no response. "Daddy?" she tried her father, but nothing.

Sniffling, she backed away, almost frozen. Until she heard footsteps coming from outside the house. Y/N panicked, not knowing if there was something else coming after her, and ran to the nearest closet down the hall.

Sam and Dean entered the house, clicking their flashlights on so they could start looking around. Dean walked into the living room to find two bodies, a man and a woman. He sighed out of frustration, they didn't make it in time.

"Sam." He called out.

Sam's footsteps got louder, coming closer to Dean as he looked over his shoulder at the scene. His face dropping in regret. "Dean-"

"Let me just make sure, you go search the rest of the house."

Sam nodded and wandered off to check the rest of the house for any other family members. Upstairs, he found the couples bedroom, and a child's bedroom, with no sign of a child.

"Hey! I found a kids room, but I didn't find any kids." Sam announced as he came down the stairs.

"Do you think they killed their kid?"

"I'm not sure, no sign of anything." Sam sighed.

Meanwhile, Y/N hid in the corner of the hall closet, concealing herself behind as many coats as possible and tried to silence her cries.

"I feel like we're at a dead end here, there's no way we're gonna be able to keep up with these demons, they're too fast." Dean exclaimed, frustrated they had made no progress in the last week.

"I know, but we might have to skip their next stop, where ever that is so we can catch up to them eventually." Sam suggested.

"Or, we go find Crowley instead and get that son of a bitch to-"

"Wait." Sam interrupted.

"Sam, I'm getting tired of this, sometimes you gotta go straight to the source."

"No seriously, shhh. Listen." Sam whispered. They both stayed still and quiet. Sam's eyes widened, looking at Dean when he heard distant whimpers. They both walked quietly towards the noise, checking around the rest of the first floor until they found a closet that hadn't been checked.

Y/N heard the footsteps and the knob of the closet turned, and quickly quieted her sobs, scrunching up her small form closer into the corner. She saw a flashlight shine into the closet.

"Hello?" Sam whispered.

He started moving coats and other items, digging around in the closet. He pointed into the corner, revealing a little girl looking up at him with wide glossy eyes.

"Hey, are you okay sweetie?" Sam asked lightly. The little girl looked terrified, starting to cry. Sam gave Dean a glance, in which he responded with a look that screamed 'I don't know what to do'

"Alright, it's okay, c'mere." Sam huffed, reaching out for the little girl who couldn't back away anymore. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grip as he lifted her into his arms. "I'm not gonna hurt you." Sam reassured.

Dean stared with sad eyes at the child, who looked over at her dead parents in tears. Sam placed a protective hand over her head as he walked out of the house. Dean following behind.

"Okay, I'm just gonna have you sit in the car for a moment. I'll be right back." Sam opened the door to the backseat, letting the little girl out of his arms. It was getting chilly, Sam removed his coat and draped it over her small frame, to use as a blanket. Y/N accepted it shakily, moving to the far end of the backseat.

Sam closed the door as lightly as he could, trying not to frighten the girl. "Dean, what the hell are we gonna do? She's clearly terrified, and probably just saw her parents die."

"I know, poor kid." He whispered. Dean opened the back door and peeked his head into the backseat. "Hey kid, do you uh, have anywhere we could take you?" Dean hesitated.

The girl remained silent, trying to think, but didn't know of anywhere else to go. She shook her head no. "Nothing? No family, friends, grandparents?" Dean asked, getting no response.

"Well, it's really late, she's probably exhausted. Let's just take her with for the night. I don't know what else to do, can't really take her to the police and explain all that." Dean motioned to the house.

"Sure, I guess." Sam trailed off, looking over at the car. Sam and Dean had never had responsibility of a child like this, under these circumstances.

Dean rounded the car, getting in the front seat and looking back at Sam who stood there in disbelief.

"C'mon, we'll figure it out in the morning!" Dean called out.

Sam got in the car, looking back at the little girl who looked right back at him with bewilderment. He gave her a small smile as they pulled off the street and out of the neighborhood. Leaving life as she knew it, behind.

Y/N's eyes slowly opened, staring at the ceiling of a room she did not recognize. Slowly, she sat up in an unfamiliar bed, looking around the small room. Her gaze stopped at two men, who were sitting at a table. One was typing on a laptop, the other slumped over the table, sleeping with a beer still in his hand.

Sam looked up, nudging a passed out Dean. "Hey, Dean, wake up. She's awake."

Sam had been up all night trying to find information on her family and what they could possibly do.

"Hi, morning sweetheart. Um, do you uh, remember anything from last night?" Sam asked lightly.

The little girl thought to herself, remembering the events of the previous night. Her parents acting scary, black smoke, then they were gone just like that. She nodded frantically.

Sam's face was apologetic for the girl. Dean sat still at the table, letting his little brother handle this, as he was still trying to fully wake up. "Could you tell us your name?"

"Y/N"

"Y/N... that's a very pretty name. Well, I'm Sam, and this is Dean. We want to help you, if that's okay with you."

Y/N slowly nodded yes. "Where's my mom?"

The brothers looked at each other with a look that Y/N couldn't decipher. There was a long pause, neither of them knowing what to say. "Is she passed away? My daddy too?" She asked, tears welling in her eyes.

"Um, Y/N, I don't know how to tell you this... but, yeah." Dean unwillingly chimed in. "Why." she started to cry. "Why are they gone?"

"It's ah, a little hard to explain." Dean said.

Sam cautiously went over to the bed she sat in, awkwardly sitting down on the edge. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"It was really scary. Mom and dad were really mean for a while. I was gonna get help, but they didn't like that. And then there was black smoke everywhere. I think it hurt them." Y/N said in between sniffles.

"I think you're right" Sam said. Y/N looked up at him. "See, my brother and I are trying to figure out what the black smoke is doing. We help people and try to stop bad things from happening."

"Oh... can you help my mom and dad?" she innocently asked.

"What's important, is that we help you." Dean stood up. "Do you have a last name?" Dean asked, hoping they could track down some family for Y/N to stay with.

"Uh, Wexler, is how I think you say it." she said quietly.

"Wexler? With an X?" Sam asked as he walked back over to his laptop.

"No, there is no X. It's like Weshler." she tried.

"Wesh?"

"No, weschler." Y/N struggled to pronounce the S.

"Wesler?"

"Yeah, Wesssler."

Sam started typing, searching anywhere, anything.

"So, uh. Are you hungry?" Dean asked, since he was ready to eat. Y/N nodded, her expression lightening up a little bit. "Okay, how bout we go get some waffles. Or are pancakes more your thing?"

"Waffles."

"With syrup and whipped cream?"

"Yeah!"

"Alright, let's go!" Dean looked over at Sam. "Want anything?"

"Uh, sure I'll take a-"

"Didn't think so." Dean cut off. Y/N giggled, as she followed Dean in her pink polka dotted pajamas.

Y/N spent the morning with Dean, getting breakfast at the diner a few blocks away from the motel they were staying at. He wasn't used to making conversation with a kid, let alone a kid Y/N's age.

"Hey, how old are you anyway, babygirl?" Dean asked on the walk back to the motel room.

"I'm five." Y/N held up her hand, showing 5 fingers.

Dean smiled and shook his head a little. "Well, you're the bravest little five year old I've ever met."

"I am?" Y/N said excitedly.

"Absolutely."

Dean unlocked the door and held it open as Y/N walked in, she held a coffee cup in her hands as she walked over to the table where Sam hadn't moved from.

"We got this for you." She smiled as she slid the cup over towards him.

"Wow, thank you very much, princess!" Sam exclaimed, looking up from his laptop.

Y/N spent the rest of the day in front of the TV, watching anything on the available channels that was appropriate. Y/N was a little bored after a while, but in a way, she understood that the brothers didn't have any kids toys laying around. Sam checked the time, it was nine pm.

"Okay, I think we should get to bed." Sam announced as he clicked off the television. Y/N yawned and scooted over to the bed she slept in the night before. Sam lifted the covers as she climbed in and laid down. "Let me know if you need anything, we'll both be over here." Sam tucked the girl in as best he could.

"Okay, thank you Sam." Y/N gave her best smile, getting comfy and rolling over to her side.

A few hours later, Sam let out a huff and pushed his laptop away. He looked over at Y/N who was for sure asleep by this time.

"Dean, I couldn't find anyone that's around in her immediate family. Her parents were both only children, both sets of grandparents have passed. No cousins or anyone I could find, it's weird... It doesn't seem like they had a lot of family left."

Dean stared off into space for a moment. "I guess, social services? Isn't that kind of the next step."

"Dean, you know how difficult the system can be. I know she isn't ours or anything, but I just don't know if I could put her through that." Sam leaned over into his hands.

"What do we do?"

The two men tried to be as quiet as possible, wanting to let the girl sleep in as long as she wanted to. When Y/N woke up, she looked over and sat up with a smile when she saw a specific basket on the table.

"Is that for me?" She asked with a hopeful tone. Looking over the basket of goodies. Sam suggested they get her some fun things to have. So, Dean went out once the nearest store opened and got an assortment of coloring books, toys, stuffed animals, games, and books for Y/N.

"I- uh, we didn't know what you liked, so we got a bunch of different stuff." Dean smiled. Y/N looked over all of the various fun toys, reaching for a stuffed elephant. She held it in her arms and snuggled it's softness.

"Why did you guys get so much stuff. This is crazy, I never had a present like this."

"Because a princess deserves to have some fun." Sam smiled.

"And... there's something we want to talk to you about." Dean followed.

It was not their first choice, but had ultimately decided to keep Y/N with them until further notice. Though it was a big decision that they had talked over, pretty much the whole night, there wasn't anything they could do at the moment.

The boys sat down and tried their best to explain it to the little girl. If she didn't know of anyone to stay with, and if they couldn't find any other arrangements....

"How would you feel about staying with us for a little while?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/N stood there in thought, not saying anything.

"If you don't like that idea, we totally understand, and we can find something else that will work."

"No, um. I'm good with that." Y/N gave a little smile, squeezing her elephant.

#sister!winchester #sister winchester #winsister #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spnfandom #sister!reader #spn #spn fan fic

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kissorkill16 · 20 days ago

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Friendship In Raven Brooks: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: They all just wanted to live their lives, and then they met each other and became the bestest friend group you'll ever see.

Chapter 23

Aaron and Nicky walked home from their little walk around the park. It was a nice day outside. Not too hot, not too cold, just a nice type of weather, although it wasn't sunny. So the boys had decided to go for a walk.

But Nicky had that uneasy feeling again.

"Aaron?", he said.

"Yeah, what's up, Nicky?", said Aaron.

Nicky looked at his shoes as he asked his question.

"Have you ever had that uneasy feeling that you're being watched?"

Aaron looked at Nicky incredulously.

"Being watched?", he asked.

"I know it sounds a little crazy, but ever since that night we walked home from Finch's house, I felt like someone was watching us.", said Nicky. "I tried to ignore it, but the feeling just never went away."

Aaron listened to his friend intently.

"I thought it was just because we were just walking at night. But it's the middle of the daytime, and I still feel like someone is watching us from afar."

Aaron took Nicky's hand and held them in his.

"Nicky, I may not know exactly how you feel right now, since we've been in this town the same amount of time, but I promise that if you ever feel unsafe, you can always come to me.", he said. "I'm not completely fearless, but I will protect you no matter what it takes."

Nicky smiled at Aaron, then he turned around to go to his house.

"Thanks, Aaron.", he said.

"No problem, Nicky.", said Aaron.

Aaron walked to his house and went inside. He was just about to go upstairs when he heard someone call for him from the kitchen.

"Aaron, come here for a moment."

It was his father.

Aaron went into the kitchen, and he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of milk.

"Where were you?", he asked.

"I wish I could ask you the same thing.", thought Aaron. It's been a while since he saw his father, at least when he didn't look so stressed out. It's been a while since he's seen him so calm. "I was with Nicky, we went for a walk around the park. I thought Mom told you."

His father shrugged. "Hm. Maybe she did and I just didn't hear her.", he said.

Aaron shrugged. He took a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water, then he sat down across from his dad and drank it.

"Do you still want to invite your club over?"

Aaron could've choked on his water at that moment, but he managed to compose himself.

"W-What?"

"You mentioned once that you wanted to invite your club friends over.", said his father. "I said I'd think about it, I thought about it, and I approve."

Now Aaron remembered, and his eyes widened in realization.

"Dad, I don't think I was really thinking about what I said when I asked you that.", he said. "It was night and I was just so sleepy and -"

"Is there a problem?"

Aaron quickly stopped talking and shook his head. "No, Dad. Of course not."

He tried to sound as honest as he could.

"No, Dad. Of course not. There's no problem with my family with a tower full of secrets, a mom who can't seem to remember where she is or what she's doing for more than a minute, and a dad who just locks himself away and has mood swings where he's hot one minute and cold the next."

"I just...uh..."

Then he had the perfect excuse.

"I haven't talked to Mom or Mya about it yet."

It was the perfect excuse, or so he thought.

His father set down his empty cup and went over to where Aaron sat.

"Nonsense, Aaron. I'm sure Mya would be happy to have your club over. She does have such a strong friendship with those two little girls, Lucy and Maritza.", he said. "And I've already talked to your mother about it, and she's already upstairs on the phone with Jay and Luanne. From what I hear, they're more than happy to let Nicholas come over, and Nicky is more than happy to be with the rest of your club."

With every word his father said, Aaron felt his blood run colder and colder.

"Now, since there are no more excuses, I suggest you talk to the rest of your friends. Let them know and see if any of them can stop by."

Aaron nodded, got up and left the kitchen, then went upstairs to his room.

The next day, after school, Aaron and Mya arrived late. No one else seemed to mind, but Ivan was less than pleased.

"Aaron, Mya, where have you two been?", he asked, a salty look on his face.

"We were just talking about some things.", said Mya. "And we needed to talk to you guys about some things."

"Like what kinds of things?", asked Maritza.

Aaron sighed and looked at all of his friends.

"I'm sure that each one of your parents got a call from my mom saying that I wanted to invite you all to our house.", he said. "I wasn't completely thinking when I asked my dad if it was okay. It was nighttime when I asked him, and I was just so sleepy. But apparently, he thought long and hard about it, and he said yes."

The group looked at him and Mya with widened eyes.

"You guys don't want to come, do you?", asked Mya. She smiled nervously and put her hands up, "But that's totally fine. We're totally fine with that. It's -"

"I'll be there."

Aaron and Mya looked at Nicky with widened eyes.

"Me and Maritza are totally fine with it.", said Enzo. Maritza nodded.

"I can make it.", said Lucy.

"I guess I can clear my schedule.", said Ivan.

"I'd love to come.", said Trinity.

"That would be nice, guys.", said Finch.

"I ain't got nothing better to do, so...", said Delroy.

Aaron nodded, then he went over to Nicky, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room, Mya went out with them.

"What's the matter?", asked Nicky. Aaron sighed.

"Look, Nicky. I know you by now. At this point, you're my best friend, and you didn't have a problem with our family ever since you met us.", he said. "But none of them have met our dad, they don't know us like you do."

"Well this might be a good chance to get to know your dad."

Mya looked at the floor. "Are you sure about that, Nicky?"

Nicky nodded. "I know we're all kids, so it's easier for us to become friends. But when our parents had a get-together, those people couldn't have been closer. So maybe it'll be the same thing with this one. We'll all have such a growing and strong friendship by the end of the night.", he said.

Aaron and Mya exchanged a look, then a nod. They had to admit, Nicky was right. When all of them had first met, they formed an awesome friendship that strengthened and grew within just a few weeks.

So maybe this get together wouldn't be too different.

"Well, you talked me into it.", said Aaron. "I'll take your word for it, Nicky."

"Me too.", said Mya.

They walked back into the room, where everyone had agreed that they would be there at Aaron and Mya's house for the get-together.

Mya hugged Nicky, happy that he was so confident and managed to convince her.

And Aaron silently prayed to himself that this get-together would be just like the last one, to not end in disaster.

#hello neighbor #friendship in raven brooks #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #theodore peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #nicky roth #enzo esposito #maritza esposito #lucy yi #ivan #finch #delroy

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michaelaftonwhore · 1 month ago

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐿𝐷 𝐻𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐴𝑃𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐴𝑁 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐸𝐿 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐷𝑂𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶.

𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶 𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐸𝐷 𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝑂𝑅𝑅𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴𝑃𝑂𝐶𝐴𝐿𝑌𝑃𝑆𝐸.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: DANNA RAVENNA FOX moved to the so famous and well-known Murder House with her adoptive family, where paranormal and supernatural events happened all the time and even where the ghosts of the ancestors buyers of the house where they stalk and observe them lived, Danna always felt a great curiosity towards her neighbor, Michael Langdon, who was a strange, peculiar and mysterious boy who hid thousands of secrets, Danna did not even know that his neighbor was the one who would cause him the end of times, that he was the very antichrist.

Danna one day, when she returned to her house she saw millions of dead ravens on the floor of her house, this seemed strange to her, then she saw the door of her house open which was also strange since her parents always had it closed, when she entered she saw a pool of blood on the floor to then see the bodies of her dead parents on the floor rose petals everywhere along with the blood and her wedding rings, Danna fell to her knees on the floor after seeing the scene and cried and screamed until a neighbor heard her and went to check and then call the psychiatrists believing that Danna had killed them, then the authorities arrived and took Danna away. the last thing he saw were the faces of his two ghost friends who had kept him company; Violet Harmon and Tate Langdon.

Danna was transferred to the mental asylum where she was to be treated. Unfortunately no one could save her from that place, much less help, Danna suffered a lot in the asylum, even after spending months, Danna saw the opportunity to escape, but when he returned he world had completely disappeared.

After being alone for some days and half she soon finds herself in a bunker with other people who had survived the apocalypse before she gets interviwed by her misterious neighbour; Michael Langdon, the guy who had piqued her interested from the day she saw him.

After intervewing her, Michael decided to take her with him to the santuary where Danna learns the truth about her real mother. Danna must've survive in the world after learning Michael's the antichrist, Michael’s will have her by his side no matter what. They're both light and darkness. They're both yin and yang. They're both passionate. Danna will bring justice to her adoptive family by going after the person who killed them in order to leave them finally rest in peace, Danna will become the goddess of the new world and protect Michael at all costs, once she learned to love him.

Even after death, they both will find their way into each other again, their bound is unbreakable. They'll be together forever.

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𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 01: ❝𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐼𝑁𝐹𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸❞.

𝑃.𝑂.𝑉. 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐹𝑂𝑋.

𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐿 𝐴𝑆𝑌𝐿𝑈𝑀/𝑃𝑆𝑌𝐶𝐻𝐼𝐴𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶/4:00 𝑝.𝑚.

━━━━━ Every time we talk about your symptoms, it always comes back to one thing, the house... ━━━━━ my psychologist began to say while he was sitting in front of me with his folder and pen in hand ━━━━━ How can a house made of wood, bricks and glass have so much power over people? ━━━━━ he kept talking while looking at me with concern, worried about my mental and emotional stability and I just looked towards the window, the memories of that night invading my mind in a memory plagued in my memory as fresh as if it had happened yesterday ━━━━━ Start by telling me what happened from the beginning to the day you were sent here ━━━━━ he told me again while looking at me and waiting for me to start telling him everything from the beginning.

I looked towards the window taking into account my reflection, my pink hair almost pastel and rose gold was dry and opaque, my waves fell to the sides of my face, there were bags under my green eyes after having slept little because of the nightmares and painful memories that tormented me, I had lost a little weight, reaching 100 pounds, my skin was pale not a tan even after only having an hour outdoors outside plus one more to do community service and work on something.

Surely you are wondering how is it that a 21-year-old girl like me ended up locked up here in a psychiatric mental asylum? Well, this is where my story begins, and it all started when my adoptive family and I moved to the so famous Murder House in the United States, when we moved without knowing what was going to happen next...

✞ |𝑀𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑅𝑌'𝑆/𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾| ✞

𝑃.𝑂.𝑉.; 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐹𝑂𝑋.

09/𝑆𝐸𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅/2024.

𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐸/𝑊𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅/𝐿𝑂𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿𝐸𝑆.

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑟: 10:00 𝑎.𝑚.

My adoptive family and I moved from England to the famous ❝𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒❞ in Westchester, LA. My almost pastel pink hair was loose with its natural waves while the heart-shaped sunglasses with it pink crystal rested on it bridge of my nose while I chewed gum and looked out the car window watching the panorama outside, there were dry autumn trees with the leaves falling in red, orange and yellow colors, they looked pretty watered by the forest floor.

━━━━━ We're almost there, there are still a few blocks and avenues to go ━━━━━ my father's voice spoke while my mother smiled at him before looking back at herself in the rearview mirror while she carefully applied her mascara on her elongated eyelashes.

I just leaned my head on the window and placed a pink strawberry popsicle in my mouth to suck it while I put my headphones in my ears to start listening to music in the meantime. I searched my playlist until I stopped at the one of ❝Heavy Is the crown❞ by Linkin Park to then play it and listen to it while sighing.

It was starting to get quite cold and I felt that my nipples would freeze, I was only wearing a pink leather top with a neckline along with some shorts up to the waist denim jeans shorts with ripped and my furry jacket with pastel pink plush fur that was the only thing that was keeping me warm at that moment plus my pink glitter short heeled boots.

I wiped the corner of my lip with my fingernail, scratched the corner to wipe off what had run out of the dark pink lip liner then slowly we stopped in front of the house where we were going to live the so famous Murder House, the house famous for the inhabitants who died in it and disappeared, it looked like a castle from England or something, it looked ancient and from medieval times, its presence was omnipotent and had a strange air as if the house was haunted and it will invite us to enter it.

━━━━━ And here we come, look at mada more than beauty... ━━━━━ said my adoptive father while admiring the view of the house.

I didn't like the place, it gave me a strange feeling in my stomach, something told me that the house was not normal, and I'm not saying that because it's a house where many accidents and murders happened, but because the problem was the house itself, I sensed it.

My mind was screaming at me to run out of there, to run away while I could, but it was already too late to be able to do that, besides what excuse was I going to have, to say: ❝Mom and Dad, can we look for another house? I don't like this one...❞ I couldn't tell them that, as much as I didn't want to be in that place.

Then I see how my father got out of the car to open the iron gate of the creepy house, he squeaked the gate because it was old and moldy although next to it I noticed a sign that said: ❝Hellish House❞ in red letters made with graffiti, he poster was polished wood with metallic details around, there were vines on the gate and also a giant centipede opaque red, a chill ran through me when I saw it, since I had bad experiences with centipedes since one climbed on me in the I go to bed and grope my leg and then prick myself with one of his paws and leave when I screamed a year ago [True story, the centipede thing happened to me and it was ugly, it left me traumatized for life 😭].

I kept watching the centipede as it moved, its paws running down the sign, I felt my hairs standing on end just thinking that this thing was close to me. Dad got back in the car and got in again. He car moved forward, and I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that we parked in front of the house. Then my parents got out to then start taking down their suitcases while I had taken off my headphones to then come down later and under my feet the wind blows the autumn colored leaves until it completely takes them away.

I looked up and saw the place, it was huge and sinister, it looked scary on the outside, although that made it special, I guess, it was totally perfect for paranormal events and for filming horror movies. I put my pink heart-shaped sunglasses on my neckline while I was staring at the house fixedly without blinking, at the upstairs window I saw a guy looking at me from there, he had his hair of a dirty blonde and it fell down his forehead his eyes were brown and deep and he was wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt along with long pants, I saw him wave to me.

━━━━━ ¿Danna? ━━━━━ my mother's voice rumbled in my ears and pulled me out of my trance.

━━━━━ ¿Did you guys see that? ━━━━━ I said as I turned my head to look at my parents.

My parents looked at each other confused.

━━━━━ ¿See what? ━━━━━ they said while looking at me with some concern.

━━━━━ The boy who is at the window, ¿did you really not see him? ━━━━━ I asked them after seeing their faces.

My parents shook their heads.

━━━━━ No ━━━━━ they both said at the same time.

━━━━━ I think the trip has tired you out, why don't you put your bags down and unpack your things so that you can get some rest later, ¿do you think? ━━━━━ my father said to me and I sighed while looking at the window again seeing that he boy was gone so I ran a hand to push the pink locks away from my face.

━━━━━ Good... ━━━━━ I said while snorting then my parents went inside the house with their suitcases while the seller of the house, the real estate agent, welcomed my parents and gave them a tour.

Meanwhile I sighed and took it upon myself to open the trunk of the car to then start taking out my suitcases a giant huge pink one with leopard spots, but it got stuck with the others, I tried again to take it out, but I couldn't.

━━━━━ Oh no... Come on, let's go... ━━━━━ I said as I kept trying to get my suitcase out with my belongings inside so I kept trying to pull the pink suitcase with leopard spots ━━━━━ Damn thing, get out of there ━━━━━ I said as I pulled the suitcase harder as the strands of my pink hair fell down my face.

I kept pulling the pink leopard plus size rectangular suitcase from the handle with all my strength until I finally managed to pull it out, but by the force of gravity I managed to stagger backwards, I flew out and fell on top of something hard, I thought it was the floor, but as far as I know the floors did not breathe or move much less let out moans then that's when I realized that I had fallen on someone I felt a hardness under my hand.

━━━━━ You're crushing me and that thing you're touching is my crotch ━━━━━ said a hoarse and deep voice under me then I immediately got up from on top of the guy as if the floor was lava.

━━━━━ I'm so sorry I didn't- ━━━━━ I started to say when suddenly I saw him and his breath got stuck in my throat when I see him.

He was fucking beautiful. His hair was almost golden blond like that of a golden retriever that fell over his face with waves, his eyes of a light blue with a cold and expressionless look, his skin was pale, milky, his lips were pink and curved into a sly smile as he stared at me I could notice a flash of amusement in his eyes.

━━━━━ I admit that this was not the way I wanted us to bump into each other, I was thinking about introducing myself and welcoming you, besides I wanted to see the people who would be crazy enough to buy this house ━━━━━ the boy said while with some difficulty getting up, he was wearing a black T-shirt of the rock band Ramones torn without sleeves showing his arms and black jeans with torn. He strange guy was really attractive, he noticed my gaze on him and smiled ━━━━━ Oh, excuse my lack of manners, my name is Michael Langdon, I'm your next door neighbor ━━━━━ he said while pointing to the house next door with his head.

I looked at the house and nodded before shaking his outstretched hand.

━━━━━ I'm Danna Fox, a pleasure... ━━━━━ introduced me cordially while shaking his hand.

━━━━━ The pleasure is mine, Danna... ━━━━━ Michael said while smiling at me.

I smiled back at him before withdrawing my hand and picking up my oversized pink leopard suitcase from the floor.

━━━━━ Well, if you don't mind, I have to go unpack, but if I'm not too tired and I have time later, we can resume our chat ━━━━━ I said to her as I stretched the handle of the suitcase up, getting in the way.

━━━━━ Of course, the trip must have been exhausting for you, maybe we'll see each other later maybe in the evening I guess... ━━━━━ Michael said without losing his posture and smile.

━━━━━ Yes, maybe later... ━━━━━ I said while putting a pink strand behind my ear since it was getting in the way.

━━━━━ Welcome to California, Danna, I hope we get along well ━━━━━ Michael said to me and I smiled at him.

Then Michael pulled away to then smile at me in farewell one more time before turning on his heels and heading back to his house.

<❝Maybe this town isn't so bad after all❞> I thought about that moment as I watched him walk back into his house.

A smile curved on my pink lips while I felt a blush spreading across my cheeks then I looked up and at the window I saw again the brown-eyed and blond-haired boy from before looking at me and my smile faded, next to him there was a girl about my age with light eyes and light brown hair pulling blond to the sides of his face while she put a hand on his shoulder saying something before they both disappeared.

<❝ Will I be going crazy or will I be seeing the ghosts in the house?❞> I thought at that moment.

I frowned at him seeing the place before going inside the house, dragging my suitcases with me before climbing the stairs, the timbers of the stairs creaked when I climbed them until I stopped in front of the door of which would be my new room and took the handle to then open it and enter the room.

I entered this one, seeing it all empty, then I sighed before leaving the suitcases in a corner to then start unpacking my things to put them in the appropriate places, I noticed how they had already moved my bed with the bedside table and the lamp plus my desk, dressing table and chair finally the television with the bookshelf. I snorted before opening my suitcase and taking my pink leopard plush toy and putting it on my bed which already had the pillowcases and pink sheets with leopard spots, then I took a French perfume that said sweet strawberry cake which was one of my favorite fragrances to place it on the dressing table along with it candy perfume and cotton candy before putting my makeup inside the dressing drawer, sorting them one by one.

Then I arranged my clothes, along with my brush, iron, pliers, shampoo, conditioner, etc. Once you finish accommodate a toilet, pass to put the books on the shelf, books of terror and mystery of Wattpad as ❝𝐺𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠❞, ❝𝑆𝑡𝑟��𝑛𝑔𝑒❞, ❝𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜❞, ❝𝐴𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑎❞, ❝𝑀𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 #1❞, ❝𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 #2❞, ❝𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 #3❞, ❝𝐿𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 #3❞, ❝𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑠❞ up the sleeves of Anime's most reorder the movies and series that had purchased below.

Then I decided to sort the drawers and store the underwear first and then continue with the blouses and tops, then the skirts, pants and shorts, finally the stockings and lingerie. So in the closet I took off my coat and hung it, along with the other hoodies, jackets, leather jackets, etc, along with the dresses and finally the heels, boots and tennis.

I was satisfied once they finished ordering everything and then continue to place the pink plush carpet to then put the leopard pink curtains on the windows to finally get to paint the walls of my pale pastel pink room and then put the leopard spot stamps and in the end I was happy with the result of my room.

┍━❝Danna's Room❞━┑

𝑃.𝑂.𝑉. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝐷 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁.

Without Danna knowing it, a certain girl named Violet watched in horror as her old one had been remodeled in such a way and felt that she was going to have an attack. The room was too feminine for her taste. So he decided to retire and go with his parents. Danna never realized that Violet had been there.

Then Danna went to take a shower, he hot water vapor covered and clouded the whole room, Danna washed his body with his strawberry soap and let him water fall down his body once finished he got out of the shower to dry himself with the towel so then he rolled the towel to the body to then connect he blower and dry his hair when he finally went to get dressed when he noticed that his black lace thong was missing.

Danna frowned, swearing to have placed it there along with her change of clothes, then sighed to then put on her hairy robe and leave the room to get a new panties and put it on, unknowingly, Tate was staring at her standing behind her while the new girl's thong was hidden in one of his pockets. Danna with her santa calmness dressed up with her underwear and then put on some worn ripped shorts along with a pale pink crop top shaped like roses.

Tate felt his mouth dry up as he looked at her with desire and clenched his fists on each side passing to restrain himself from appearing to her and throwing himself on her and claiming her at that moment. Then Tate heard footsteps in his basement and immediately left.

Danna decided to lie down on her bed and stare at the ceiling exhausted, but then soon she started sucking on a pink lollipop to then reread the book of 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜. While the song ❝𝐸𝑚𝑜 𝐵𝑜𝑦❞ de 𝐴𝑦𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝐸𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎 was playing in her room it had already become night when she finished reading the book, it was 7:00 p.m. when her mother suddenly called her to come down for dinner then Danna got out of bed and he threw his popsicle stick in it small trash can to then open the door of her room, cross the hallway and down the stairs.

Once he finished taking them down, he saw his mother serving the baked chicken with cranberry sauce on the plates along with some salad and mashed potato. Danna just sat in the corner, her father was sitting on the other side and your mother took a seat next to him and the three of them were getting ready to pray when suddenly, the doorbell rang and the three of them looked at each other thinking who could it be.

𝑃.𝑂.𝑉.; 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐹𝑂𝑋.

━━━━━ Uh... I'll go and open ━━━━━ I said and got up from the table my hair moving to the sides before my mom interrupted me.

━━━━━ No, I'll go, I'll see who it is ━━━━━ she said and got up from the table shaking her floral dress before heading towards the front door of the house as she approached to look through it hole before opening the door revealing an elderly lady, with short blond hair well maintained, she was wearing a light makeup although the most noticeable was her reddish lipstick while smiling at us in her hands she was wearing what seemed to be a cake filled with white frosting with cherries on it topping it, it looked delicious.

I had approached and I see a familiar face behind the lady, it was Michael. He had his hands behind him in formal clothes. A simple black buttoned T-shirt along with normal pants. His blond hair fell to the sides of his face.

━━━━━ Good evening, I'm your next door neighbor, I'm Constance Langdon and this is my grandson, Michael Langdon ━━━━━ the lady introduced herself with my mother while still holding him cake while Michael waved with a smile ━━━━━ I hope I didn't interrupt anything, but we wanted to welcome you to the village, and we made you this cake ━━━━━ Constance said while looking at my mother with a smile.

My mother regained her composure and smiled.

━━━━━ They didn't interrupt anything, in fact they arrived just in time I prepared dinner and we were about to have dinner and thank them so much for being able to accompany us, I didn't expect to receive visitors so soon and sorry for the mess ━━━━━ said my mother while inviting them to dinner.

━━━━━ There's nothing better than getting to know your new neighbors in a desolate town like this ━━━━━ said Constance and my mother rio.

Meanwhile, Michael's gaze fell on me. Her eyes stared at me and her lips slowly curved into a small smile that was almost not visible before looking at my mother for then she half opened her lips and said.

━━━━━ And I guess she must be his beautiful daughter, right? I see that he inherited his genes ━━━━━ Michael said to him while my mother let out a laugh and turned to look at me and then turned back to him to answer him.

━━━━━ Yes, she is my daughter, Danna ━━━━━ said my mother as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders placing her hands on them ━━━━━ She is my only child and heir ━━━━━ said my mother while Michael smiled before looking at me and taking a step forward and then extending his hand to me, acting as if we had not met before.

━━━━━ Michael. Michael Langdon, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Danna ━━━━━ said Michael cordially as I take a step forward to shake his hand and I was surprised when he suddenly pulled her to then lean over and place a kiss on the back of my hand while looking at me with his blue eyes intensely I had been perplexed and breathless while looking at him feeling that maybe Michael could have broken into the house and stolen my black thong, it was a possibility.

My mother raised her eyebrows surprised to see how Michael kissed my hand since it was not very common for boys to be this polite and gentlemanly almost perfect, but Michael Langdon seemed to be the exception and probably the only one who was like that being so chivalry like him in this town.

Even Constance had not expected such a gesture from her grandson considering how Michael really was, but she decided to downplay it and thanked him for being good acting either for some strange reason that Constance could not figure out at the moment, but she assumed that he was surely just trying to be polite and wanted to maintain a facade of a nice guy with the new neighbors.

After eternal seconds Michael withdrew his lips not before throwing me one of his smiles that would surely melt any girl.

━━━━━ I hope we can get to know each other better and get along, Danna ━━━━━ Michael said and then returned to his previous posture.

━━━━━ I felt the same way, Mr. Langdon ━━━━━ I said cordially.

Then Michael smiled at me and then Constance cleared her throat and then my mom stepped aside to let them pass and gently pulled me out of the way.

━━━━━ Come in ━━━━━ said my mother while Constance thanked her and passed by to go place him cake on the counter while my mother told them to take a seat while she goes to serves them a plate of food.

Michael passed by and looked at me with a smile as he passed by me, I just shyly averted my gaze.

━━━━━ I see that they have redecorated the house, it is better than the gay couple who lived in it had it a long time ago ━━━━━ Constance commented while looking at the house, admiring the new touches.

━━━━━ Oh, yes, we had to modenize it ━━━━━ said my mother as she served them dinner on two plates and then slid one for Michael and another for Constance while Michael thanked my mother in a low voice while Constance was in charge of cutting the slices of cake to serve it.

━━━━━ It's a nice change, this place was missing some color ━━━━━ Constance said again as she served the cakes on each plate while my mom helped her to put the plates on top of the wooden coffee table with marble.

━━━━━ Let's give thanks ━━━━━ said my mother as she led them to the coffee table, then we all sat down and the three of us got in position to start giving thanks, Constance and Michael imitated our positions while the 5 of us bowed our heads down and joined our hands to start praying ━━━━━ Lord bless these foods that by your goodness we are going to receive and bless the hands that prepared them. We thank You in a special way for the presence of our neighbors; Constance and Michael at our table, Oh my God, give bread to those who are hungry and God's hunger to those who have bread and these gifts of yours that we are about to receive from your generosity, through Christ our Lord. Amen ━━━━━ my mother prayed before we all repeated 'Amen' once it was over before we all started eating.

━━━━━ Do you have something to drink? ━━━━━ Michael asked and my mother nodded her head.

━━━━━ Yes, I think I have some wine in the kitchen. Let me get it ━━━━━ said my mother as she got up from the chair before going to the kitchen to get the bottle with wine.

Then she found the bottle of wine in the refrigerator before taking the glass glasses out of the kitchen cabinets to then return to the coffee table and took care of serving he wine in the glass glasses before passing one to Michael and one to Constance to then pass one to us to then serve herself and leave the bottle on the table next to the candles and then we started to have dinner while we talked.

Constance would tell us stories about the house and the previous owners who had previously lived in the house. I was listening while eating my dinner and drinking shots of the red wine. Michael also paid attention to the stories even though he sometimes looked at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled while I looked away nervously and blushing.

Constance then went on to tell anecdotes from her life, while my parents told them about their jobs and positions. Constance was told about the institution he was in that it was elite and only for boys while my parents told her that I was in the public institution near the neighborhood.

Then Michael looked at me before he said:

━━━━━ It's a pity that we won't be able to see each other so often, I would have liked the Institution to be unisex and so I could have given you a tour for being new... ━━━━━ Michael said while smiling at me from the side and looking at me in an intense way, penetrating me with his ice blue eyes and I could tell that his words carried double entendres, my parents had not noticed it, but Constance did since she smiled forcefully as if she wanted to restrain herself from giving him a zap on the head right there so that he will behave.

I just looked down as I felt my heart turn over but at the same time it was like butterflies fluttering in my stomach so I bit his lower lip thoughtfully before cutting an piece of cake with my fork to give it a bite and focus on anything other than the warming between my legs.

I was 100% sure that Michael was watching me and smiling knowing the effect he must have on me. Until Mrs. Langdon looked at Michael and then leaned towards him.

━━━━━ Michael, ¿why don't you take the day of tomorrow off and give Danna that city tour? I'm sure there are several places she will adore... ━━━━━ he suggested Constance to his grandson after noticing his interest on the girl with pink hair.

━━━━━ It would be my pleasure ━━━━━ Michael said while looking at me smiling while resting his hands on his chin after finishing dinner and drinking the glass of wine ━━━━━ I would be very pleased to show you my favorite places ━━━━━ he told me again.

I looked at him and said.

━━━━━ But ¿aren't there classes tomorrow? ━━━━━ I asked as I kept eating from my piece of cake.

━━━━━ My classes are until 1:00 so I can pick you up after school to give you the tour ━━━━━ Michael said while looking at me smiling while slowly sucking his fingers that had some whipped cream from the piece of cake while looking at me in that intense way as if he knew the effect he has on me and will try to seduce me. |𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑐 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒|.

I looked at my plate again while stirring the last pieces of cake to then eat them to avoid having to look at it again. No boy had as much effect on me as Michael has, it's something fascinating and dangerous at the same time. Something was telling me that Michael was going to get me in trouble. That he wasn't as good and perfect as he appeared, that he was hiding something under that perfect boy facade and I was going to try to find out what he was.

Then our parents kept chatting while the tension that Michael and I had was growing while our staring game was going on. After 2 hours they finally left, my mother forced me to go with her to accompany the Langdons to the front door so we followed them to the door.

━━━━━ Thank you very much for coming and for everything, I hope and repeat the visit ━━━━━ said my mother.

━━━━━ Of course, we will always be available for whatever you need and to make your stay more pleasant, so I'll see you soon I guess ━━━━━ Constance said as she said goodbye to us.

━━━━━ See you tomorrow I guess ━━━━━ I said goodbye to Michael.

━━━━━ I'll pick you up tomorrow at 3:00 sharp so get ready ━━━━━ Michael said to me, saying goodbye in the same way before giving me one last smile and then turning around and following his grandmother as they both crossed the gate and left through it and then crossed the sidewalk to return to his house next to ours.

My mom and I watched them leave.

━━━━━ That boy Michael is very different from the boys there were in our country, ¿isn't he? ━━━━━ said my mother while smiling mischievously at me and I rolled my eyes knowing what she was coming from ━━━━━ He's totally perfect for you, he's the kind of guy you need in your life ━━━━━ mother told me again.

━━━━━ Mom, please don't start ━━━━━ I said to her then turned around and go back inside the house while my mom let out a giggle, she loved to embarrass me whenever she could, it was annoying.

Then my mother closed the door before putting it on safety to then wash the dishes and utensils to then dry them and put them in their place then I went up to the second floor by the wooden stairs that creaked under my feet and then I went back to my room and then I changed into my pajamas consisting of a pink tank top with a hairy pink furry panties to then gather my hair with pink waves in a high ponytail leaving only two fringes fell on the sides of my face, unknowingly my curtains were open on the sides and the window for the same.

I frowned at him to then lean out the window to close it when at the other end of my window I see the Langdon house and I can see Michael this had come out of the bathroom with a towel hanging from his hips while exposing his naked torso with abs and his v-line, I looked at him dumbfounded when Michael turned back and noticed my gaze on him before smiling and muttering some like: 'Perverted' playfully before dropping the towel and I immediately widened my eyes like plates while a blush spread down my cheeks as I opened my mouth in shock and surprise before quickly closing the curtains to avoid having to look at anything besides his pale ass like 𝑒𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 and I threw myself on the bed before turning off the light and then tried to sleep even though my heart was beating like crazy because of what had happened.

The house wasn't going to kill me, but Michael Langdon would with his actions. After sleeping for about three hours, I woke up due to the ringing of my cell phone, I rubbed my eyes before picking up the cell phone and seeing a Wattpad notification, ignore the notification and then turn off the cell phone.

I felt my throat dry and migraines from eating something sweet so I got up and opened the door of my room silently to then sneak down the hallway to then go down the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible to then sneak through the kitchen to then open the fridge and bend down to look what was inside to then take a bag with mini heart doves when suddenly I felt like someone was pushing the fridge door to close it and the only thing the person did was crush me in the process.

━━━━━ ¡Auch! ¡Hey, you're crushing me! ━━━━━ I exclaimed my camouflaged voice by the fridge then they opened the fridge door again and when I got up to see the person with angry and he frowning I meet him dirty blond haired guy with chocolate deep brown eyes. He was pretty cute too ━━━━━ ¡You! ¡You're the guy who was in the house before! ━━━━━ I exclaimed in surprise and before I could continue speaking the blonde guy covered my mouth with his hand and grabbed me with his other hand by my waist while I got up and took me out of the fridge.

━━━━━ Be quiet and keep your voice down, you don't want your parents to wake up and see you like this with me, ¿do you? ━━━━━ said the boy with his breath crashing against my neck while his lips brushed my earlobe.

I was just looking at him out of the corner of my eye frowning he frowned before I heeded him slowly he blond guy got me down and withdrew his hand from my mouth.

━━━━━ ¿Who are you? ¿Why have you been to my house? ━━━━━ I asked him this time in a low voice while I was looking at him.

━━━━━ I'm Tate Langdon and if it's not obvious I'm a ghost ━━━━━ he said blond guy and I looked at him with some disbelief, it was kind of hard to believe really because it could be a person pretending to be a ghost to try to scare us to leave the house to stay with her.

━━━━━ It's hard to believe when I can feel you, ghosts are supposed to go through things and feel cold, not like they're still alive ━━━━━ I said while looking at him with some skepticism and with doubts.

━━━━━ In Google it will appear when I died and the stories of this house so see for yourself, if you don't believe me ━━━━━ Tate said.

━━━━━ I'll do it tomorrow when I'm unoccupied, but, now that I see you, for sure it was you who stole my thong, so give it back to me you pervert before I called the police and accused you of stealing and breaking into a house that doesn't belong to you ━━━━━ I said to him as I put my finger on his chest.

Tate let out a laugh.

━━━━━ You look so cute when you're trying to be intimidating, ¿did you know that? ━━━━━ Tate said to me looking at me from his height with a teasing smile while pinching my cheek ━━━━━ You are very grumpy for someone so small, I should put you back in the fridge ━━━━━ the guy teases me.

━━━━━ Small my ass, you're just annoying and irritating ━━━━━ I said as I zapped his hand.

Tate pulled it back and laughed.

━━━━━ Anyway, I'll leave you alone so you won't get angry anymore, dwarf ━━━━━ Tate said as he slowly moved away without stopping looking at me to then turn to go up the stairs ━━━━━ By the way, those pink furry panties look cute on you ━━━━━ he said while looking down at my legs and thighs with a smile before disappearing.

I blushed with anger and shame.

━━━━━ ¡Pervert! ━━━━━ I told him almost screaming in a whisper as I threw my slipper to the place where I had been previously I only heard his laughter upstairs in what seemed to be a basement then I annoyingly picked up my slipper from the floor and put it in place to then take the bag with the mini dove in the shape of a heart to then close the fridge and drink a glass of water to then go upstairs and go back to my room to go back to sleep, at least try to fall asleep again while I wondered what the hell was happening to the people of this town.

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𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛...

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 2 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛.

#michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon fanfic #ahs fanfiction #ahs fic #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs fandom #ahs #american horror story #cody fern #katherine mcnamara #evan peters #taissa farmiga

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roomsbyadverbzine · 10 months ago

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The Closet

by Konstantinos Karaiskos | διάβασέ το στα ελληνικά εδώ

It's everywhere, in the dark, behind the closet, in the room next to yours. It might be watching you, or it just doesn't care. Everyone accepts it, they pretend not to understand it, pretend it doesn't exist.

One kiss, two kisses, three kisses. After all these weeks, she's hers. Together, after that day in the square, everywhere. As if they had known each other since childhood, as if they had known each other forever. As if they had something in common.

They say it picks its victims, that it's been watching them since they were kids. "It's nothing, just your imagination," they say, but the children know.

Eleni was sure there was a noise. Always impulsive, curious, an explorer. Anyone who knew her knew it, felt it, that they had met an important person. They thought they'd see her on the news, in the magazines, stupid people.

Eleni slept with her closets open. Whenever she managed to sleep. A feeling paralyzed her in bed, every night, she didn't move, she breathed softly, she listened. She always listened and it knew it. It knew it and it watched her. That's why it decided to play.

Vassilya wouldn't let her move. "There was no sound, it must have been the neighbor above, he's getting home late too." She wasn't going to let her ruin it. Today she was hers.

Vassilya used to listen. But she had long closed her ears to everything. No, the girl across the street wasn't pretty, her lips weren't that red, her voice wasn't like music. The more you struggle not to listen, the more it chases you. It comes over you in the night, it looks at you when you open your eyes for a fraction of a second. When what you see is then gone, the next day you won't remember.

Eleni had heard something. She was sure of it. She pushed Vassilya off her and went to the bathroom. Vassilia sounded indignant, but Eleni was hearing something else.

It really likes to play. Dragging its feet, glaring at those who refuse to see it, pushing people over others. Yes, it's there when you're not sleeping too. If it pushes you, you're lost.

Eleni is going crazy, she's looking in corners, behind the washing machine, behind the shower curtain. She's opening the door - before she can get out she sees Vassilya - no - that's not Vassilya . She sees black eyes, rotting skin. She sees a blank smile. She shudders, falls to the floor, her eyes fixed on her.

It can move you. It can take you to where it lives. Just like that. It can move its house instead of itself. For some reason, it likes stairs. They're a lot of fun, these people have their stairs, they have to walk to get everywhere, unbelievable!

Why won't the door open? Why won’t anyone hear her voices? The thing in the form of her beloved approaches and laughs.

It opened the door.

Instead of running, Eleni is falling. She sees stairs, but no. Those aren't stairs. She feels a breeze all around her. Whatever it is, it’s breathing. She's in it, above it, around it. Something's showing. Something reaching out. Eleni is listening. She understands. She smiles and quietly surrenders. She holds out her hand.

- What happened?

Vassilya is not listening. She still refuses. She only sees Eleni avoiding her. Staring at her and screaming. Pulling instead of pushing the door to open it. She sees her body collapsing down the stairs.

Eleni is dead.

Written by Konstantinos Karaiskos. He is from Kavala and studies in Xanthi. He likes to share strange stories. He hopes he succeeds.

The photo is a frame from the film La Fée printemps (1906), by Alice Guy.

#zine #horror #short story #the babadook #read #listen

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whatib · 10 months ago

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My Happiness Part I

I'm 58 years old, and I've never earned more than $42k a year. My sister and I grew up in "the apartments" with our alcoholic mother, whereas all of our schoolmates had big houses with big families. I couldn't wait to get out and be successful, and travel the world like George Bailey. I left home and never looked back. Had a total blast at college in the 80s, living in Daytona Beach. I was a draftsman for a steel company, then I worked in the airline industry for a dozen years. I've been around the world, from Hong Kong to New York and basically everywhere in between. I've visited the Eiffel Tower, Amsterdam, Scotland, pyramids of Mexico, Hawaii, Buckingham Palace, 46 of 50 states, Grand Canyon, Niagara falls, Mt. Rushmore, the Masters, the British Open, and I cherish every memory. I used to want a Ferrari when I was 11 years old, then I finally drove one at 142mph at Palm Beach raceway and I've never wanted to drive in a Ferrari again. It was fun, and that was that. Today I own a tiny software company and still earn about 42k a year, but I'm grateful for everything I have and every day I wake up. I reached what I call "bird level" about 8 years ago, where I learned the joy of feeding the birds and the squirrels. I learned that for the most part, people are cancer. As soon as you have to speak to someone your heart rate goes up, and stress increases. Not everyone believes that, but I read the bio of a Nat Geo photographer, he said he disliked people and was always in search of Mother Nature, he felt happy being alone. I feel just like him. I feel terrible for people that get ill when they're lonely. The more I avoid people the younger I feel. I look and feel at least 10 years younger than just about every person I went to school with in New Jersey. (it's rough up there)Everyone I know is super stressed by what's happening in the world, and in their families, work, neighbors, it's an endless soap opera of stress. I enjoy meeting new people, conversing at the lounge overlooking the crowd on the beach, but as soon as I get away I'm in paradise. I feel like I'm in my own Universe. I'm just watching everything happen, and I feel "outside" of the program. Don't get me wrong, I definitely enjoy interacting with people, but I seem to have 8 personalities inside me. We laugh, cry, and do everything I would do with "real people" and we even insult and make fun of each other. But when I run into people causing havoc in my life I get disappointed with people again and go back into my shell, taking bike rides to the beach, or to a new unknown destination. I prefer to think about the Universe, and just ponder Life and experiences, the moon rises, and sunsets. There's so much to think about. Friends are over rated. (most of them will stab you in the back over the course of your life, so beware) I had Me all along, and I was the only one there for myself, I was the only one that pushed myself, I made all of the decisions, and did all the work. When it comes down to it, you control your Life. You will make your Life into whatever it becomes. Every morning when I wake up laughing and say "You did it again you knucklehead! You're alive another day! How? I don't know! But we're here, let's have fun!" Every day is a week for me, a week is a month, a month feels like a year. I'm 58 years old yet I feel like I've lived for a century already. Somehow I accidentally learned how to be aware, observe the moment? That kind of thing will make minutes feel like hours. Oh yeah it's that crazy mindfulness thing they all keep talking about. That will make a day feel like a year if you're mindful. There's so much going on around you, 24/7/365. So much to notice, so much to see, so much to hear, smell, taste and touch. Most people are rushing through every day to get to the next "big thing" that they don't even know what they're doing. I found paradise, but paradise is different for everyone.

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mapecl-stories · 1 year ago

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Between Screams and Silence: A Family Seeking Healing in California in the Holstein Switzerland

Loud shouts echoed through the street where Maik lived. In front of the house, Maik's mother and her boyfriend were arguing. The boyfriend was Maik's father, which brought Maik close to tears. When Maik heard his father's loud shouts and curses, he rushed down from the second floor and could hardly believe what he saw: Maik's mother squatting on his father's car, urinating through the open sunroof.

"Mamma, stop it, you can't do that!" Maik cried out desperately, tears streaming down his face.

"Go inside, this is none of your business!" Maik's mother shouted at him and stepped down from the car.

At that moment, a police patrol with two officers pulled up. "Good day, it's the police. We were called by the neighbors and wanted to check if everything is alright," the officers introduced themselves.

"The 'alright' one is over there," Maik's mother replied.

"Let's all calm down for a moment, and both of you, please show us your IDs," the second officer said, then asked if the boy (Maik) had anything to do with the situation.

"This is our son," Maik's mother said, "he lives with me." "FOR NOW," his father retorted angrily and added, "The court will decide who gets custody!"

The officers checked the IDs, wanted to know if it was only about custody, and got this response from Maik's mother: "The swine has been cheating on me with my best friend for two years, I just kicked him out!"

"She peed in my car, that woman is out of her mind!" Maik's father bellowed.

The officers could hardly suppress their grins, but then they asked Maik's father: "Are you registered here too?"

"No, I haven't registered yet…" Maik's mother interrupted him and shouted, "That won't happen anymore!"

"Did you urinate in the car?!" one of the officers asked Maik's mother.

"No, I'm not crazy, I know that's a crime!"

"Maik saw it, ask the boy," the father replied, pointing at the crying boy.

One of the policemen approached Maik thoughtfully and said, "Is that true, did you see it?"

Maik was completely distraught, crying and stammering, "I don't want to say anything, I don't want to get involved, they're my parents."

The officer laid his hand on Maik's shoulder in understanding, handed him a tissue, and said, "It's okay, you don't need to say anything about it."

Meanwhile, from across the street, there was a soft chuckle now and then, so the other officer turned around and saw two teenagers with a smartphone. The officer went over and asked, "What are you filming here?"

"The scene, the woman stood on the car and peed inside, you don't see that every day!"

Meanwhile, Maik's mother grabbed the garbage bin and quickly emptied it over the car's sunroof. The second officer tried to console Maik, so he couldn't prevent the action. The two teenagers could hardly contain their laughter, and the officer standing next to them confiscated the smartphone to secure the evidence.

When the officer crossed the street again, he told Maik's mother, "The boys filmed you."

"WHAT? This can't be true, is it going to end up on the internet?" Maik's mother asked, horrified.

The officer returned their IDs to her and the father, saying, "No, I've seized the phone and you'll receive a letter from the prosecutor's office!"

"Why?" the mother wanted to know.

"We're initiating proceedings for property damage and public nuisance."

The other officer gave the father a restraining order to dissolve the family scene. Both parties separated from each other, and in the end, Maik's mother had to pay 1000.- for the property damage. In court, she also received one year probation because she had exposed herself and urinated inside the car in front of minors and in public. Additionally, she had to cover the cost of cleaning the cars, which served as a lesson for her.

Maik didn't want to be torn away from his family home and continued to live with his mother, but he still maintained a good relationship with his father.

The days after the incident were marked by an uncomfortable silence in the house. Maik felt trapped between the fronts, while his parents tried to mend the fragile remains of their relationship. The events had left deep rifts that weren't easily repaired.

Maik tried to focus on school, but his thoughts constantly revolved around what had happened. At school, he avoided his friends; he didn't want to talk about it. Instead, he immersed himself in books, trying to forget reality.

Weeks passed, and a semblance of normalcy slowly returned. Maik's parents reached a kind of truce, but the tensions were still palpable. Maik was now 17 and could better comprehend the situation. He longed for peace and stability, but the prospect seemed distant.

One evening, as the sun set over the hills of the Holstein Switzerland, Maik sat alone on the small porch in front of the house. The tranquility of the evening hours was only interrupted by the gentle rustling of the wind. Suddenly, he heard his father's footsteps.

"Hey Maik," he said softly and sat down beside him. "I'm sorry you had to witness all of that. It wasn't fair of us."

Maik looked at his father, unsure of how to react. But then he felt a warmth rising within him. It was the longing for an intact family that was burning inside him.

"I'm sorry too, Dad," Maik murmured. "But you have to understand, I can't just forget about it."

His father nodded in understanding. "I'm not asking you to, Maik. We all made mistakes, and now we have to find a way to move forward."

The two sat in silence next to each other, watching the evening sky. It was a first step on the long road to healing. In the following months, Maik's parents slowly began to address their problems. They sought professional help and tried to leave the past behind.

It was a painstaking process, but little by little, the family found their way back to each other. There were relapses and setbacks, but they fought together. Maik learned that forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting what happened, but rather letting go and starting anew.

The Holstein Switzerland surrounded them with its peaceful beauty, and slowly, they also found inner peace. The family tragedy had left deep wounds, but they had learned that even from the darkest moments, new light can emerge.

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doubleduchessdesign · 2 months ago

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My brain's pretty scrambled after today. I'm going to try to put the events down in an attempt to unscramble it a bit. I'm safe and my house is still standing. As of now there has not been a single death or major injury reported in the county, which is amazing. This was a pretty significant quake.

There was a planned power outage today, for maintenance. I got up at 7:30 to get a few things done before we lost power and internet. We don't have a phone signal at the house without wifi, so once the power is out we're kind of cut off from the rest of the world.

At 9:02 am the power was turned off. I ate breakfast and did some chores. Around 10:30 I decided to take a shower. At 10:44 the shaking started. I grabbed a towel and ran out of the bathroom to see what was happening. I saw SW and the dog on the couch downstairs before I was knocked off my feet. "It's an earthquake!" SW shouted. No shit, hon. I still had soap in my hair, and I have a lot of hair.

As soon as the shaking subsided enough that I could stand up I ran down the stairs. I was a sopping wet mess in nothing but a towel but I was ready to bolt out of the house. SW, the sensible one, went upstairs, turned off the shower, and grabbed my clothes and glasses. Not being blind and naked definitely improved my situation.

We got in the car and drove down the mountain a little ways, to a flat open area where nothing could fall on us and we could still see our house. We turned on the radio and tried to catch our breath. I found a rubber band in the glove compartment and used it to tie up my soapy hair.

About 15 mintues later a man drove up and parked near us. He lived further down the mountain, and wanted to be where he could get a good view. He said there were some minor landslides along the main road and the general store was shut down.

About 20 minutes more and a utility worker showed up to check on the well located below where we were parked. We immediately noticed that his rear tire was rapidly losing air. SW got to work helping him change the flat. I found a stick to throw to amuse the dog and distract myself. She and I are both anxious creatures.

Then the tsunami sirens started going off. The dog really did not like this. I thought that the way the emergency announcements echoed between the mountains was interesting. Text messages started going through. Our local friends were ok; our faraway friends were reassured. The sirens were going for almost an hour.

Two hours after we left the house we finally headed home. The tsunami warning was over, utilies were cleared, and all our neighbors were starting to check in. Most of them don't live here full time, so we all keep an eye on each others' homes. One neighbor had a cracked water tank, one had a kitchen full of broken glass. Our friends who have a farm inland told us their farm house was a wreck. Their house on the mountain was pristine when we checked it.

I finally got to rinse the soap out of my hair.

Our house was a mess. Everything had fallen off everywhere. Every single cabinet door and drawer was open. Plants had fallen from the second floor into the kitchen. There was potting soil and broken glass everywhere. But ultimately, it was a mess, not a disaster.

SW went up the road to help clean up all the glass in our neighbors' kitchen, and I wandered about our house in shock. Sometimes it's easier to help clean up someone else's mess than it is to address your own.

The glass and dirt is mostly cleaned up now, and things have been put back in their places. Our staircase is damaged, but it could have been so much worse. SW says the damaged stairs are a good excuse to put in a fireman's pole from the second floor for quick exit. I'm on the fence.

We've been having aftershocks in the 3-4 range all day, but they're gradually getting less frequent.

7.0 earthquake

I'm just standing in the wreckage of my kitchen, not knowing where to start

#earthquake

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somethinginthethunder · 3 years ago

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last asker here (luisa x no family!reader), better worded: reader being jealous of luisa's relationship with her family

``when you don't have a good family``

notes: found family is literally one of my favorite tropes ty for the request, love <3 also i didn't know if you wanted me to keep the julieta/family dinner part so i omitted it if that's okay!

warnings: depictions of an unhealthy/verbally ab**ive family. nothing severe, but i'll still be putting a cut here just in case anything is possibly trigging + i'll try and remember to do this for any further writings like this. stay safe and remember what you're comfortable with!!

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-if someone asked the average citizen what they thought of your family and you, they'd probably respond with something very mild

-maybe something like, "nice kid and parents. sometimes they're helpful neighbors, too."

-unfortunately for you, your parents were anything but nice

-from the moment you were born it seemed like they were just disgusted at the idea of you. when you looked into your memories there were no bed time stories, comforting hugs or words, a smile of affection and care, or even a simple 'i love you'.

-you had no idea what you did to deserve it, but that's how it was your entire life.

-this meant you grew up to be pretty detached from your family and people in general.

-well, that was until luisa walked into your life

-literally

-you were distracted while carrying a basket of laundry and luisa ran into you while trying to fix her hair before she went off to do work

-she apologized.

-a lot.

-and at first you were apprehensive at her kindness despite her strong build. of course you knew who she was, but that didn't mean you had any sort of connection or knowledge of her besides 'she's strong but not mean'.

-but eventually she found a way to wriggle herself into your heart and mind, becoming your girlfriend only months after meeting.

-before her you had believed you wouldn't be able to meet anyone who would want to be yours. and, honestly, it was mostly because that's what your parents had made you believe.

-but luisa was incredibly wonderful. she'd always want to be hugging you, kissing you, etc. at first she was nervous about giving you affection but once the two of you talked about it she was free to do all she wanted :)

-as for your parents, they eventually found out that you were dating the madrigal. they weren't mad that you were dating someone, in fact, they were almost impressed. almost.

-when they had heard you had a partner all they'd do is make fun of you constantly, reassuring you that it wouldn't last long at all.

-well jokes on them because you had already lasted several months.

-if that wasn't bad enough, you couldn't help but get jealous every time you went to luisa's house

-it wasn't that you were jealous of their powers or anything, no, it was their relationship.

-everyone was free to openly show how much they loved each other, whether it be pepa and felix being patient with one another or mirabel and antonio running around the house giggling because of a prank they pulled on antonio's older brother.

-you felt bad about feeling so jealous, becoming a little more quiet and withdrawn over time

-luisa would try and ask you what's wrong, but it was still something you were so unused to.

-so, instead of confessed what was going on, you just ignored it

-luisa would be insistent after a few days. at first she thought maybe you were just having a bit of a bad day, but when it kept going she decided it must be something bigger

-when she finally confronted you, you lashed out at her, finally snapping and yelling at her to leave you alone

-but when you saw the look on her face you knew that you shouldn't have done that

-if there was one person who didn't deserve that from you it was her.

-she'd try to leave you but you'd just grab her wrist and start to tear up.

-"i'm sorry. i'm sorry, please don't leave me."

-that got you two to the point where she'd be holding you as you'd cry and confess why you'd been acting so weird.

-when luisa heard about how your family was treating you she was ready to pummel them to the ground.

-"i can't believe they'd do that to you! i'll... i'll destroy them!"

-you shook your head and tried to wipe your tears. "it'll only stir up drama."

-but the tears wouldn't stop coming, so your wonderful girlfriend decided she could figure out what to do with them later. but for now, she had to focus on getting you even just a little bit happier.

-her angry face turned into a kinder smile.

-"fine," she'd concede. "i guess you'll just have to marry me and move in."

-the smile on her face would only grow when you burst out laughing, hitting your fist on her chest gently as you'd say, "you're such a dork!"

-little did you know, she actually did really want to marry you.

-but she knew that the both of you and your relationship were just a little too young.

-she knew that someday, though, she'd be able to take you away and finally give you what you deserve.

-even if she had to wait just a little bit longer.

#luisa madrigal x reader #luisa x reader #encanto #encanto x reader

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choi yeonjun. nancy mcdonie. lee gahyeon. kim sunwoo. kim doyeon. choi san. kim sihyeon. yang jeongin.

執着型 [ shuuchaku-gata ] obsessive.

"where were you? who were you with? what were you doing? why didn't you answer my messages? oh come on darling, don't be like that...I've been waiting for hours!"

[ PROFILE 1. ]

choi yeonjun.

5'11. 21 yrs old. September 13th, 1999. virgo. blood type a. born in seoul, south korea

at age 14 yeonjun was sent to a boarding school in japan, this is where he discovered his...tendencies. halfway through his first year he met a girl, kang iseul. he was instantly infatuated with her, he had an impulsive urge to know every little thing about her. to do so he befriended her, using his appearance and charms to win her over and eventually made her his. the euphoric rush that ran through his body when she was officially his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. she was finally his and he didn't intend on letting go, not without a fight at least. he was in for a shock when one day she tried to run away after his true colors started to show. unfortunately her best friend was killed by yeonjun for trying to help her, but she did escape.

he's a switch with no lean. a hard/soft dom or obedient sub all just depends on his mood and how he's feeling

[ PROFILE 2. ]

nancy mcdonie.

5'4. 21 yrs old. april 13th, 2000. aries. blood type o. born in daegu, south korea.

nancy was always a little obsessed with things, she'd go through phases too. she would find one new hobby/thing that intrigued her and hyper fixate on it for a few months. then, just like that it would be forgotten as if it had never happened. it started from a young age too, so when she would tell all her friends and family about the boy she met it came as no surprise to them. soon enough he was all she talked about, all she cared about, it was true obsession. everyone around her thought that it was just a phase like everything else, but they were sadly mistaken. the day he broke up with her, she lashed out. screaming that he couldn't break up with her, no she wouldn't let him break up with her. even after that day she would never stop talking about him, she tried to stay involved with his life as much as she could and even ended up scaring away any potential lovers. she never stopped either, until she had no choice when he moved away.

she's a sub, usually obedient but can be bratty if she's in a mood.

ストーカー型 [ sutookaa-gata ] stalker.

"how did I know? I'm always with you, following you...watching you...it's only because I love you"

[ PROFILE 3. ]

lee gahyeon.

5'3. 22 yrs old. february 3rd, 1999. aquarius. blood type ab. born in seongnam, south korea.

she was so excited when her crush asked her out, she couldn't contain herself. the problem was, it's difficult to get to know someone when you already know everything about them. she'd been stalking him ever since he caught her eye, every single day. she'd follow him to and from school, to his friends house, wherever he went she usually wasn't far behind. he could never find out about that side of her though, so she played along. laughing at childhood stories she heard him tell previously, pretending to be shocked when learning things she already knew. even after they began dating she continued to stalk him, he noticed things were off. she was the one he confided his "paranoia" in and she was the one who reassured him, but little did he know she was the cause of it all.

she's a sub, also obedient but can be bratty if she feels like it.

[ PROFILE 4. ]

kim sunwoo.

5'10. 21 yrs old. april 12th, 2000. aries. blood type b. born in seongnam gyeonggi, south korea.

unlike gahyeon, sunwoo was not always a stalker. he'd heard of stalkers but it never peaked his interest, he didn't even take any note of his slightly possessive tendencies. until his first relationship that is, his first partner showed signs of cheating. he might not have realized his own possessiveness and how it was seemingly growing stronger, but he was no fool. all the coming home late, the scent of another person that was not their own flooding the house when they entered. so he began following them around, at first it was...innocent, or as innocent as stalking could be. they were cheating, this made his possessiveness shoot through the roof. he was most aggressive and warned his partner that they do not want to do that again. they listened, and he continued to stalk them, it turned into a fun...game of sorts.

he's a switch with a sub lean, soft dom/occasionally bratty sub.

独占型 [ dokusen-gata ] monopoly.

"who were you talking to? do they know me? no no, do they know you're mine?"

[ PROFILE 5. ]

kim doyeon.

5'8. 21 yrs old. december 4th, 1999. saggitarius. blood type o. born in wonju-gangwon, south korea

doyeon had always been just about as normal as you could get. until she got a boyfriend, she was possessive of him sure...but it was nothing too extreme. until she started having doubts, all the gorgeous girls that would go up to him, flirting and doing who knows what when she wasn't around. she made it her mission to let everyone know he was hers and she was his, wether it meant glueing herself to him or just reminding everyone at school on the daily. ever since he broke up with her, her tendencies only grow stronger and more extreme with each passing minute.

she's a sub, brat tendencies but will be obedient sometimes

[ PROFILE 6. ]

choi san.

5'9. 21 yrs old. july 10th, 1999. cancer. blood type b. born in namhae-south gyeonsan, south korea.

san's first love was a girl in his sister's class, was she a year older than him? yes, but he didn't care. despite all the people telling him he would never date her, he proved them wrong and he did. everything was perfect, they were both madly in love with each other, spending every minute of every waking day together. until something happened that san hadn't expected, his sister began to steal his girlfriend. well "steal" in his definition at least, she'd wanted to talk with his girlfriend every once in a while before he knew it they were always together and it seemed as if he was the real third wheel, this pissed him off more than anything. he got fed up one day and got into a physical fight with his sister, shouting about how the girl belonged to him and only him. from then on out he's made sure to stay in the middle of every single relationship.

he's a switch with no lean hard/soft dom or obedient/bratty sub, it all depends

排除型 [ haijo-gata ] removal.

"you haven't seen them in a while? I'm sure they're alright darling, after all I'm the only one you need. isn't that right?"

[ PROFILE 7. ]

kim sihyeon.

5'6. 21 yrs old. august 5th, 1999. leo. blood type b. born in bundang-gu, seongnam-si, south korea.

she's a sub, usually bratty but can be obedient too

[ PROFILE 8. ]

yang jeongin.

5'8. 20 yrs old. february 8th, 2001. aquarius. blood type a. born in busan, south korea.

he's a switch with a slight sub lean but can be a soft dom

sihyeon and jeongin's stories go together, they were childhood friends and neighbors. eventually they realized that they had feelings for each other, but this soon after developed into a toxic mindset. the thought that they only need each other, no one else. one by one people from the other's life began to disappear, especially anyone who could be a romantic rival. they were both oblivious to the other's actions until each confronted the other, instead of being upset they were each ecstatic. ecstatic that the other felt the same, that they were the only person they needed in their life

notes/rules

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all of the members are bisexual with no lean

all of the members are yanderes [ obviously ] so they will act as such, however some can be more possessive than others at times

the ones who can be the most possessive are sihyeon and jeongin and the least are yeonjun and nancy

sihyeon and jeongin are obviously not still dating, it was just for backstory/plot purposes

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however please don't make everything nsfw, it gets boring when the plot dwindles

nsfw is 18+ but purely sfw option is available if you aren't comfortable with it or if you're below 18

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they all use the traffic light system

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ACROSS THE BAY: CROSSOVER FICS YOU DIDN’T SEE COMING MASTERPOST

Thank you everyone for submitting your crossover and fusion fic recommendations. Below are all submissions and some of our favorites!

Is it Insensitive for Me to Say by aliciajazmin (EstherJohnTosh | complete | 2441 | T)

Toshiko Sato and Esther Drummond absolutely will make fun of their boyfriend for deciding to attend an audition, while also attending said audition with him.

Crossover With: The Outer Worlds

Golden Apples and Norse Gods (Or How Ianto Got His Groove Back) by blackkat (JackIanto | complete | 1592 | G)

Ianto finds himself back from the dead and, apparently, in the position to double-cross a power-crazed Norse god intent on conquering the Earth by taking out a team of superheroes. Must be a Tuesday.

Crossover With: Avengers/MCU

The Magic of Torchwood by Bella the Strange (JackIanto, IantoJohn, JackOther, Non-Torchwood Ships | wip | 546,512 | T)

The Torchwood team have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Set between Adam and Reset. Rated T because of Jack Harkness, swearing, mature themes, slash etc… it’s Torchwood!

Crossover With: Harry Potter

Welcome to Torchwood by Jackdaw818 (Gen | complete | 1601 | T)

A strange creature behind the Ralphs, a break-in at the Museum of Forbidden Technologies, and visitors in Night Vale. Overall, a slightly unordinary day for Cecil Gershwin Palmer

Crossover With: Welcome to Night Vale

Torchwait for iiiiit by lady-demacabre (Gen | complete | 3k | K+)

When Shawn and Gus are called in on a case for an eccentric collector of alien objects, they get more than what they bargained for. One shot, Psych oriented.

Crossover With: Psych

Theme and Variations by nemo_baker (JackIanto, GwenRhys, OwenKatie | 5817 | T)

Time Agent Jack Harkness is sent back in time to solve the mystery of a mysterious train bombing. The problem is, he only has eight minutes to do it.

Written for Reel Torchwood screening 8 on Livejournal. Movie Prompt: Source Code (2011)

Crossover With: Source Code

Day Tripper by Croquemboucheballpit (Gement) (JackBessie the Third Doctor’s Car, Bessie the Third Doctor’s CarLightening McQueen (past) | complete | 2360 | M)

Bessie’s like any other companion: far from home, more than she appears, and always up for an adventure.

And Jack Harkness really will seduce anything that moves.

Crossover With: Pixar’s Cars

An American Volunteer by That_one_kid (SteveBucky, BuckyJackSteve | Complete | 4395 | T)

What if Captain Jack Harkness met Steve & Bucky during the war? What if he ran into them again, present day?

AKA

Captain Jack Harkness and his mission to seduce the two gorgeous, capable soldiers who keep running into him.

Crossover With: Captain America/MCU

Statement #0041708 - Future Sight by Jackdaw816 (Gen | complete | 1690 | T)

Statement of Lisa Hallett regarding a peculiar mirror found at a car boot sale

Crossover With: The Magnus Archives

(Un)Welcome Aboard by Jaune_Chat (Jack | Complete | 4,154 | T)

To make ends meet, Mal listens to a suggestion from Inara than he rent out the other shuttle. She has the perfect candidate, a charming Companion named Jack…

Crossover With: Firefly

Death and the Definitely-Not-A Maiden by Odsbodkins (JackIanto | Complete | 3,6K | PG-13)

When Jack dies, Death is there to meet him. Every time. Written in 2008 for the Doctor Who Crossover Ficathon. Takes in Torchwood to end S2, Doctor Who to end S3, Discworld to Soul Music.

Crossover With: Discworld

Remarkable by snowwhiteliar ( JackIanto, IantoLisa | Complete | 20.971 | PG-13)

Summary: Once upon a time, in a small village in a distant province of a peaceful kingdom, there lived a boy called Ianto

Crossover With: Fairy Tales

Got That Friday Feeling Again by NancyBrown (OwenOther, JackIanto, GwenRhys, GwenOwen | Complete | 18.3K | R)

HELP HELP HELP HELP

I AM TRAPPED IN A TIME BUBBLE

The magic marker all over the nice chintz wallpaper bled and smeared as Owen wrote in increasingly desperate lettering across the walls. Ls and Ps dragged down, wiggly at the end or drawn out in slashed strokes.

He ignored the pounding on the door frame. He’d shoved the wardrobe in front, which always kept Jack out for twenty three and a half minutes. He ignored the sweat and tears and snot dripping down his face, down his mouth. He ignored the high-pitched singing from his own throat, “If you want my future, forget my past,” chanted over and over.

HELP

Crossover With: Groundhog Day

Back, and Back, and Back a Little More (Future Optional) (JackIanto, JennyVastra | Complete | 32591 | M)

Accidentally shot into the past by a time-travelling car, Ianto has to fix his own mistakes or he won't have a future to go back to.

Crossover With: Back to the Future

Truth, Justice by NancyBrown (SupermanOwen | complete | 414 | M)

The green shit does not work. Warnings: dubcon (AMTDI)

Crossover With: Justice League Unlimited/DCAU/Superman

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodies, or, A Humourous Interlude Between Epics by copperbadge (Gen | complete | 749 | T)

Ianto neglected to introduce himself as he informed the senior staff that Atlantis was now under the jurisdiction of Torchwood, whatever Torchwood is.

Crossover With: Stargate Atlantis

Never Have I Ever by st_aurafina (JackIanto, JackDoctor (past/implied), PepperTony (implied) | complete | 1714 | T)

Written for the prompt Ianto, Donna and Pepper end up at a secretaries'/assistants' conference and have a conversation about their bosses.

Crossover With: Ironman/MCU

Beware the Sparkles by elisi (JackIanto, JackEdwardBella | complete | 4793 | T)

It's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after. Oh and Jack has sex with sparkly vampires.

Crossover With: Twilight

The Death Note Discovery by KaibaGirl007 (JackIanto | complete | 18,992 | T)

“You’ve clearly just got a notebook belonging to some geek, a rather sick geek I’ll give you that, who likes to keep note of people’s deaths.” - Will the team resist the urge to use the Death Note or will one of them give into temptation?

Crossover With: Death Note

A Confluence of Personalities by galaxysoup (JackIanto | complete | 4839 | T)

Conner Kent’s body might be dead, but his soul has apparently decided to take the scenic route.

Crossover With: DC Comics/Young Justice Comics

Imposters Among Us by gwendolyncooper (JackIanto, GwenRhys | complete | 9117 | M)

The Torchwood team (+Rhys) are out for a night of fun when they end up on a spaceship with no power, no info, and no crew. Known only as THE SKELD, the team tries to fix the ship and figure out what happened to its previous occupants.

But something out there is killing them.

Something that may be someone they know.

Crossover With: Among Us

Traitors (Among Us) by princessoftheworlds (JackIanto | complete | 440 | G)

In a happy future, the team plays Among Us, and Ianto suffers.

Crossover With: Among US

Tagline: I saw the VIDEO. Got the CALL? What Next??? by BricklingGhost (TeamGwenee) (JackIanto, JackSamara | complete | 2424 | Not Rated)

'Tagline: I saw the VIDEO. Got the CALL? What Next???

Bollocks. That’s just a myth. Some git showing off and claiming to be the one person alive who Samara doesn’t bump off. He’ll be boasting that he’s been chosen to kill Voldemort next.'

When another unsuspecting victim falls foul of the cursed tape, he is pointed towards Captain Jack Harkness as his only hope for salvation.

Crossover With: The Ring

(My God, He Just) Came and Went by Brokenpitchpipe (SteveBucky | complete | 1591 | M)

It starts on a cold, snowy September night in 1916, on the day Winifred Barnes walks to Doris Lindow’s house to see her new telephone and catches the eye of a handsome young man on the other side of the street. He tips his hat as she sees him, and she flushes scarlet and nods in return.

And nine months later, a little baby boy screams his way into the world.

But that’s not when it starts. Not really.

Crossover With: Captain America/MCU

Beast Inside by Flamingbluepanda (JackIanto, OwenTosh, GwenRhys | complete | 26934 | M)

"Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” - Phillip Pullman

Inside us all, there is an animal that expresses our soul. How would the world change were those animals outside?

Crossover With: His Dark Materials

Rifts and Robots by Paycheckgurl (JackIanto | complete | 3021 | G)

Jack and Ianto’s date at the movies is interrupted by two robots with no theater etiquette.

Crossover With: Mystery Science Theater 3000

The Jack and Ianto Show by Paycheckgurl (JackIanto | WIP | 7392 | T)

Jack and Ianto are a regular couple, living a quiet life, and trying to fit into the quaint Village of West Castle. Sure they're keeping the secret that Jack is an immortal time traveler from the future, with a fantastical machine called a vortex manipulator that can manipulate time and space around them, but they have much more pressing concerns. Such as strict bosses and nosy neighbors. Everything is perfect, a dream come true.

And Jack is going to keep it that way.

Please Stand By...

Crossover With: WandaVision

Mutually Assured Uncooperation by princessoftheworlds (JackIanto, OwenTosh, MarthaMickey, FitzSimmons, LincolnDaisy (past) | complete | 31547 | T)

Aliens, time-travelling, resurrections. These are all experiences familiar to not just one but two top-secret organizations that have a hard time keeping a low-profile. Figures that they would encounter each other eventually.

Or: the five times that SHIELD and Torchwood had an encounter that neither were pleased with, and the one time they had to work together when two of their own were taken.

Or: There's Kree running amok in Cardiff, including a murdered one, and Torchwood is on the case, but so is SHIELD. Also, don't forget the memory-manipulating aliens there too!

Crossover With: Agents of Shield/MCU

all i know is (infatuations) by princessoftheworlds (JackIanto, JackJohn, OwenTosh, LisaIanto | complete | 439 | T)

Seventh-year Slytherin Ianto Jones handles a break up, getting a boyfriend, terrible emotional misunderstandings with his best friend Jack Harkness, being miserable, and reconciliation. (Not precisely in that order.)

Crossover With: Harry Potter

#torchwood #au:crossover #genre:crossover #event:across the bay crossover fest

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# SPRING AND PUPS | park jay.

PARK JAY, SPRING SMILES EVENT: MAY 24, 1.4k WORDS, FLUFF, BEST FRIENDS AU, WARNING: NONE.

Spring became your favorite season in fourth grade, when a child not much taller than you were at the time strolled into your classroom, exactly thirteen days after classes began, and introduced himself as "Jay, from Seattle." Not a word more (despite him being something of a talker, you discovered days later), not a word less.

He had a black backpack over his shoulders, as if to distinguish himself from the masses of what were mere nine-year-olds, a small white bunny puppet hung from one side of his zipper, and his school uniform seemed to fit him far too big, so much so that you asked yourself if they had gotten his size wrong.

If spring didn't become your favorite season at that exact moment, you're more than convinced it surely happened always because of Jay.

You can thank his smile, your long conversations about this and that (starting with cherry blossoms on your lunch breaks and ending with why his favorite books should be placed on the top shelf of your bedroom bookshelf), his constant stroking of your head with his right hand, the way he enters your house without even knocking anymore and the way he stops by for dinner every Friday night, then stays over in the guest room (which might as well be his by now) after watching a movie with your entire family and making bets with your dad about what team will win the Sunday soccer game.

You can thank his existence itself and what he's become to you in such a short time that it was almost hard for you to notice.

"Can I touch them?" Jay asks, in a whisper; a faint whisper due to two baby rabbits who seem to be sleeping the first of many quieter sleeps of what will be their lives from this day forward.

"It might be best to wait a while, Jay." You answer, eyes glued to the little bodies of the two pets. They're so cuddly, with their little eyes closed and tummies going up and down rhythmically and steadily. "They're newborns and I think the mother needs to confirm that she has them under control." You continue, pointing your index finger at the larger rabbit, almost anchored to her pups. "Just for a few days, at least."

Jay sighs and, returning to the child he's always been, crosses his arms and rises from his position. "It's not fair; I don't think I can wait. I even dressed for the occasion!"

You can hear all of his disappointment in his words. Jay loves animals, especially rabbits.

You're suddenly reminded of the day when, three years after your friendship began, he first brought you to this place, for the sole reason that you had asked him why he never broke away from the same white stuffed rabbit you had seen him bring with him on his first day of school in your elementary days.

He had shown you all the rabbits there were, taught you their names ("most of them were made up by me" - not true) and then gave you an in-depth lecture (as in-depth as a middle schooler's lecture could be) on how those animals lived, how to care for them, and so many other things.

You still remember the warmth and happiness placed in his eyes as he spoke.

You laugh a little at his words, following his moves and rolling your eyes. "All you did was wear sweatpants and sneakers, Jay."

"When I could just as well have been wearing my favorite shirt and my everyday dress shoes, you should add!"

"Dress shoes are not everyday shoes." You say, shaking your head and shifting your gaze from your friend to the bunnies that, underneath, you'd also like to cuddle immediately. "I still find it amazing that Lily became a mom, you know?"

"You said the same thing about Phoebe last year." Jay laughs, softly. "But I can relate. We grew up watching Phoebe and Lily be born and, now, we're watching them become moms to some beautiful puppies. Time goes by so fast..."

"Don't start crying, now, though." You look at him, barely holding back a laugh.

Jay Park is your best friend. You like the way he expresses himself, how sunny he is, how dramatic he is, and how willing he is to talk about anything. Jay really is your best friend and, perhaps, you are the only one who knows where to hit him without hurting him, just as he knows where to hit you without hurting you.

The boy turns to you and raises his eyebrows a little. If, in fourth grade, you could look him in the eye with no problem at all, now it's hard not to raise your head a little so you don't have to come face to face with his chin.

"I could and there would be no harm in it." He says, and then gives you one of his classic tongue-in-cheeks.

"Childish." You mockingly hit Jay's head with one hand as a familiar voice comes from behind you and your best friend turns in the direction of Mrs. Hong, Jay's neighbor and owner of all the rabbits in the garden. You've counted them all, you and Jay, and taking into account the two newborns, they total thirty-eight.

"Are you two still bickering?" You hear her laugh. For a little woman over eighty, her laugh is loud, but very pleasant to the ear.

"We're just keeping Lily and the puppies company." You say, before Jay can even open his mouth to fake cry in front of Mrs. Hong about the blow to the head you just gave him.

"They're gorgeous, aren't they?"

"They're a wonder." Jay replies, approaching the cage again and lowering himself onto his knees. "They look so...peaceful. Serene. I don't believe in miracles, but after all the suffering our Lily went through..."

You see him stick out his index finger and gently stroke Mama Rabbit's fur from outside the cage. Lily is half awake, as if trying to keep an eye on the pups, but she seems to let go of the contact of Jay's skin with her snow-white fur.

"She's been strong." Mrs. Hong says, nodding and taking you under her arm. "She did really well."

"We knew she could do it." You squeeze the woman's arm a little tighter, making eye contact with Jay and smiling broadly.

Jay nods at your words, then turns one last time to the bunnies and stands up.

"Have you thought of names to give the rabbits yet, Mrs. Hong?" He asks, approaching you and shaking some dirt off his pants.

"I was hoping you could do it this time. I know you've done it before, in the past, but I want these two new entries to be yours. Yours and special."

"Ours meaning that we'll be the ones caring for them? Ours meaning that we will be their current owners? Ours meaning that-"

"Jay!"

Mrs. Hong laughs at the happiness that Jay exudes, from the words that flow relentlessly from his mouth and from his entire body. He almost seems to want to jump to exaltation. "Yes, little Park. Yours."

You both jump to hug the woman, thanking her and thanking her and thanking her again, and then hugging each other and screaming like crazy. You're both happier than you've ever been, you might even say.

When you break away, you go to crouch down in front of the cage where the two baby rabbits are still sleeping blissfully and where Lily, the new mom, seems to be holding them close to her.

"Hey babies, hi!" You begin, wrinkling your nose and shaking your head here and there. "We are your new owners! I'm y/n and this right here is Jay!"

Jay laughs at the way you interact with the two pups and lightly taps you with his elbow. "If I were them, I wouldn't want you as my owner." He laughs.

You turn to face him, smiling falsely at him, only to hit him much harder with your own elbow, nearly knocking him over.

"I choose my future baby first." You say, blowing.

"Go ahead," Jay laughs at your action, "but at least make sure to pick a cute name too - you kind of suck at that stuff."

This time, Jay actually finds himself with his body slammed into the ground.

You burst out laughing, and he does as well, struggling to get up. He definitely wants to cry.

"Not so sure about the everyday dress shoes now, huh?"

#enhypenwriters #springsmiles #enhypen jay #jay enhypen #enhypen fluff #enha fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen #jay x reader #enhypen jay x reader

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 4 years ago

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AUTHOR REVEAL of the JATP ROUND 3: CANONVERSE FICS!

The Tropes:

Secret Places

Neighbors

First Kiss

Time Jump

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Just say you won't let go (Rated G) [Julie/Luke] by @fanfics-she-wrote

Summary: Hey, Julie

You're the heart and soul 'round here, it's plain to see

in which Julie has a second chance with her boys, and then another

we will fight to shine together (bright forever) (Rated G) [Bright Lighting Guy/Rob from the Orpheum] by @screamin-amuseum

Summary: “Hey,” Chris says, walking up to the boy. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” he puts the dandelions down and stands up. “Hi. I’m trying to make a flower crown, but I don’t remember how.”

“Cool. I’m Chris, I live--” he points to his house. “Over there.”

The boy gives him a lopsided smile. “I’m Rob. I’m staying with my grandparents for the summer.”

or: the rob/bright lighting guy fic literally nobody asked for but i wrote anyways. enjoy gays, bring ur tissues

what happened when (Rated G) [Alex/Luke] by @janaikam

Summary: Before Julie and the Phantoms, before the guys became ghosts, before Sunset Curve -- they were Luke and Alex. Not 5 feet apart cause they're totally gay.

who cares if one more light goes out? (in a sky of a million stars) (Rated T) [Ray/Rose] by @tonightthestarsalign

Summary: Rose moves in across the street when he’s eight and she is seven. Their parents push for them to play together, because that’s what parents do. They’re not wrong about it though. The two of them get on like a house on fire and some of his happiest memories from his childhood are just him and Rose, sitting in the large oak tree behind their houses. Hidden up in the branches, between the millions of dark green leaves, they played together.

or: The first and the last time Ray ever kissed Rose.

we can forget the world (just you and me) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @sunsetcurbed

Summary: “This was the first place I ever came out to someone,” Alex says, spinning around and taking in the tree house.

together we can take on the world (Rated G) [Alex/Reggie] by @comeonpeters

Summary: Alex Mercer meets Reggie Peters on October 8, 1983, which means that two days have passed since Reggie's sixth birthday, because Reggie is a Libra according to the magazines that his mom reads when she gets Reggie to paint her toenails. He’s also just moved to Los Angeles, California from his hometown of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, a small town in the mountains, and he’s told Alex Mercer about all of this in the three minutes that they’ve known each other, and he might be the loudest, most obnoxious boy that Alex has ever met, and he absolutely has to be Alex’s new best friend.

The Peters family moves in down the street from the Mercers in 1983, and so begins the rest of their lives.

Long Live (Can I start another life with you?) (Rated T) [Julie/Luke] by @smolfangirl

Summary: It’s all too much for one day: first a muffin, then more heartbeats. Julie just needs some time to think. If Luke runs after her to sit by her side so she doesn’t lose it, she won’t complain.

Except afterwards, he starts acting weird. Very weird. And months later, she’s tired of letting him keep his distance.

She can’t do this. Not right now. Not today.

She jumps back on her feet.

The excited grin falls from Luke’s face. She doesn’t try to catch it.

“I – I think this is too much. I need some time. Alone. Sorry.”

Then she runs. She runs past the calloused fingers reaching out to her. Past Reggie and the door, past carved pumpkins on porches and Cornelia Street.

She just runs.

Roses (Rated G) [Emily & Luke, Alex/Luke] by @americanhoney913

Summary: It becomes a sacred place she shares with her son. Mitch is usually off at work from dawn until six o’clock, but Emily’s working from home for now. She works as a florist’s shop right outside the neighborhood. So she brings home seeds and little flowers and other cuts from the store; she and Luke will spend hours out in the dirt, planting seeds and making mud pies and Luke will babble about whatever happened in daycare and make up stories about the different flowers.

Somewhere Only We Know (Rated T) [Nick/Carrie] by hufflebibin

Summary: Nick Danforth-Evans met Julie Molina when he was six years old. He had no idea how much an impact that afternoon would have on his life.

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A journey through Nick Danforth-Evan’s life as experienced in the safety of his backyard hide away.

The Itty Bitty Details (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @williexmercer & @futurearchaeologyprof

Summary: “Did I forget to mention William, I also get your soul,”

Willie could feel a stinging feeling and a purple stamp appeared on his hand. When the stamp appeared he could no longer remember who Alex was. The name meant nothing to Willie now.

Or 5 times Willie knew Alex and one where Alex knew Willie

you’re the only one who makes me (my wildflower) (Rated T) [Bobby/Reggie] by @willexxmercer

Summary: The tree was Reggie’s safe space, and Bobby was his safe person. He could escape all his troubles there, except for one nagging thought - did he have feelings for his best friend?

Dying complicated things.

because i’ve known you so long, i know every cadence and what they mean (Rated G) [Alex & Julie, Julie/Luke] by @tmp-jatp

Summary: Alex and Julie have always lived right next to each other. Through highs and lows, they grow up together. Also, 5 times Luke kisses Julie and it doesn’t count plus 1 time Julie kisses Luke and it does count.

Alternatively, the Juke 5+1 fic from Alex’s POV. Strap in, folks.

Someday (I’ll See You Again) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie] by @kybee1497

Summary: They’re wrong. Alex, you are not a failure. You’re incredible. You’re smart. You’re funny, and the best friend I could ask for. You’re a wicked talented drummer and you have a beautiful voice. And more important than all of that, is that you’re you, Alex. And the you you are is wonderful, and lovable and perfect. If your parents can’t see that, that’s their own fault. But I swear, Alex. If you’re afraid of them, I need you to tell me. You have to be safe.” Willie’s voice had gone desperate by the end. Alex deserved to know how freaking amazing he was and the fact that his parents didn’t bother to tell him, and actively worked to tear him down instead, was infuriating.

But Willie also worried about him. He’d worried about Alex since the first time he heard Mr. Mercer shouting through the window, a worry that never really went away. Not with the way Alex automatically straightened up when his parents were mentioned, as if he could hear his dad lecturing him about appearances from miles away. Not with the way Alex looked when he was with them, perfectly pieced together and falling apart at the seams, eyes distant and shoulders tense. Willie was pretty sure he had worrying about Alex etched in his bones by this point.

The Energy Never Dies (Rated T) [Gen Fic] by @americanhoney913

Summary: Well, I ain't always right, but I've never been wrong

Seldom turns out the way it does in a song

Once in a while, you get shown the light

In the strangest of places if you look at it right

--- Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead

Four moments across time in the loft of the Molina's garage.

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All the Winners can be found here.

We hope you enjoy these fics from our fabulous Fantoms! Make sure to leave kudos and comments to show them some love! And don’t forget, if you missed the initial writing deadline you can still submit your fics to our Non-Anon Collection at any time! Thank you all so much for participating this round! Now that winners and authors have been revealed feel free to post about your fics, create artwork for it, if you like, and don’t forget to tag us!

We hope you all will join us for the FINAL Round of the TROPED: JATP Event!!!! The prompt drops at Midnight tonight!

#troped: jatp #round 3: canonverse #jatp fanfiction #author reveal

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ghostlypoemland · 4 years ago

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Garden: Chapter 1

Astrid Hofferson/Viggo Grimborn: hoping you never find out who i really am, cause i love you, just how you are.

Chapter one:

Ysir was only sixteen when she was married to Arne Hofferson, who at the time, was twenty-nine. She did not know the man well, aside from the fact that he would come and visit her father during the weekends and she would have to serve them mead. He was quite young, she would think, and quite handsome as well. These thoughts were innocent, she wouldn’t have expected her father to call her in one day and announce to the family that he was planning on getting her married to Arne, with her consent, of course. Her father had told her that Arne was a good man and would take care of her well, but she knew that he was really just saying that she was just a burden, and getting rid of her would leave him with one less family member to worry about feeding. She tried not to think much about it, because honestly, it made sense. They were a big family - one man running the house, with ten children to feed. Her family was poor, and she was often reminded of this fact at her husband's home:

Be thankful. When you came here, you had nothing.

And this was said to her by Frida, Arne's first wife, his first love. When Ysir had questioned Arne on why he decided to marry again, he explained to her that Frida was who he loved, and she was where his loyalties lie. He married her simply because she could give birth, and Frida could not.

Ysir often felt like Frida could throw her out of this house at any time, and what would happen then? Where would she go? Her father would never agree to take her back, not with so many mouths to feed. Bloody hell! She first thought, her eyes prickling with tears as she tried to figure out a way to get Frida out of the house. She could always throw Frida out of the house - the house did now belong to her, considering she held more power and a better position in the family because she could give birth, but then Arne would kick her out and bring Frida back in. She just couldn't think hard enough.

Eventually, she gave up, and came to realize that she didn't really care if her husband didn't love her, and saw her as an tool he would use to produce offsprings. She didn't even love her husband, heck, she barley even knew the man! So she came to a decision that she would play her role as a wife and take care of the house and bear him children in return for a comfortable bed, good food, and a roof that doesn't leak over her head.

But it wasn't so easy. Living with another woman in the house came with some complications, from the awkward conversation they'd have while preparing dinner to the uncomfortable eye contact they would make from time to time. Frida was beautiful. She had a strong face, with her cheekbones being the most noticeable feature on her face. Her brick-red hair was parted in the middle and formed into perfect waves that reached her waist. Her hazel eyes were carefully lined with kohl. In comparison to that, Ysir had a chubby face, short shaggy black hair, and bright blue eyes. There wasn't much you could say about her.

She felt like an uninvited quest in the house, moving around the house, around the bedroom, in which she slept alone most days for Arne usually slept with Frida in a bigger bedroom, upstairs. She felt like a fly, unwanted and annoying. That is, until now. Everything would be different with the birth of this baby, she assured herself. She would no longer feel ill at ease, no longer insecure.

Almost against her will, Ysir glanced towards the doorway, where Frida stood, a hand on her hip. For an instant, the two women locked gazes. The air around them felt thick and slightly yeasty, like rising dough. They had shared a room for twelve hours, with Frida helping the midwife with towels and water. Frida averted her gaze. She nodded towards the baby.

"Why doesn't she make a sound?" Frida said, with a hardness on her face that hadn't been there before.

"Yes. Is there something wrong?" Ysir turned ashen. Having had six miscarriages in only a few years, each more devastating than the last and harder to forget, she had been extremely careful throughout this pregnancy.

"Can I hold her?" Asked Ysir, holding the sides of her hair softly, an anxious habit she had picked up over the past year. "She...she's not crying. Why is she not crying?"

"Oh, she will cry, this girl," the midwife said in a decisive tone and instantly bit her tongue. She herself was worried. Her words echoed like a dark omen.

An awkward silence settled over the room as the first wife, the second wife and the midwife all stared at the baby with expectant eyes.

The midwife took the baby to the other side of curtain, and Ysir could hear rapid movement alongside the midwife's heavy breathing.

"Please," Ysir sighed, speaking to no one in particular as she rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes. "Please!" She cried out again. Every night since she found out she was pregnant, she would talk herself to sleep. It was comforting. Just to mumble things to her self, especially about the baby.

My baby will be kind, and loving. Everyone will love you. She would speak to her slightly swollen belly, happily. My baby will be beautiful. You will make a difference. You will be gentle and soft. You will be beautiful. I will love you. You will love me. We will be happy.

But it was different today, she was crying. After months of being cautious with every step she took and after months of isolating her self in her room to stay away from all that was toxic - Frida and Arne- just so this baby would live. Just so this baby could arrive safe and healthy. "Please!" She cried out. My baby will survive.

At last! Whoever it was she was crying out to had answered her prayers. The baby had started crying- shrieking. The baby had started shrieking. The voice of the child echoed around the house and into the neighbor's house. A series of "Thank Thor!" And sighs of relief could be heard from the other room, where Arne and his family with a couple of his friends were waiting.

The midwife began to panic as the fierce baby began to move uncontrollably in her arms, kicking and waving her arms and legs in the air. The midwife clumsily handed the baby to Ysir, whose eyes were filled with tears.

The baby stopped crying and her big blue eyes had widened as it stared at the women above who was smiling down at her. The baby blinked and her head shifted a little to right, now staring at the Frida, who now stood next to Ysir. Then her gaze went back to Ysir and again she began crying.

You see, while Ysir was screaming in agony for the past twelve hours, this little one was conversing with herself instead of trying of escape from the womb.

What is wrong with you? Her heart said. They're all waiting for you! Come one! Kick!

Her gut said, Oh, I like it here. It's warm and cozy. I don't want to go!

Her heart protested, Don't be silly! Why stay in a place where nothing happens? It's so boring.

But why leave a place where nothing happens? It's safe here. Her gut said.

Sometimes where you feel most safe is where you least belong. Her heart countered. No turning back.

No turning back.

She finally reached a conclusion, she would go with the heart. And finally when she pushed out, and was taken behind the curtain, and the midwife had slapped her bottom once, twice and she began crying. She hadn't expected it to be this fucking cold! She began shrieking.

Ysir chuckled at the exchange she had with her baby when she had quieted down. Frida had opened the door and slipped outside - no doubt to give the news to her husband - their husband.

A couple of minutes later, Arne entered the room. Smiling, he approached the bed. He looked at the baby, at the second wife, at the midwife, at the first wife, nodding at her, and finally back at the baby.

"Odin! I thank you! You've accepted my prayers."

"A girl," Ysir said softly, in case he was not yet aware.

"I know. The next one will be a boy. We will name him Eric." He ran his fingers across the baby's forehead. "All that matters is she is healthy. Thank Odin! This baby is not mine, nor is she yours. She was sent a gift."

Ysir stared at him with pure confusion in her eyes. Suddenly, she was seized by a feeling of apprehension, like a wild animal that was about the walk into a trap. She glanced at Frida, who was standing by the entrance, lips pursed so tight they were almost white as her foot tapped impatiently against the floorboard. Something about her demeanor suggested that she was overjoyed and excited, suspiciously excited.

"This baby was gifted to us by the the Gods!" Arne said.

"All babies are," murmured the midwife.

Arne then held his younger wife's hand and look her straight in the eyes. "We'll give this baby to Frida."

"What in Thor's name are you talking about?" Ysir rasped.

"Let Frida raise her. She'll do an excellent job. You and I will make more children."

"No!"

"You don't want more kids?"

"I am not going to let that woman take my daughter."

Arne drew in a breath, then released it slowly.

"Don't be selfish. The Gods have given you this baby. Be grateful. You were barley scraping by when you came to this house. Come on, It's not-"

"This was her idea, wasn't it?" Ysir interrupted him - something she had never done before. "Did she come up with this?" Or have you two been plotting for months? Behind me back."

"Don't be stupid. You are young. Frida is getting old. She will never have a child of her own. Give her a gift."

Ysir shook her head, and kept doing so. Arne sighed and leaned over and held her by the shoulders, pulling her close to him. Only then she became still.

"You're not being rational." Arne said, his palm softly rubbing Ysir's back. "We're all in the same house. You'll see your daughter everyday. It's not like she will be going away, for Thor's sake."

Trembling to hold back the pain ripping through her chest, Ysir covered her face with the palm of her hands. "And who will my daughter call 'Mummy'?"

"What difference does it make? Frida can be Mummy, and you'll be Auntie. We'll tell her the truth when she gets older, no need to confuse her little head now. When we have more kids, they will all be brothers and sisters anyway. They'll be running riot in the house. You won't be able to tell who belongs to who. We'll all be one big family."

"And who is going to nurse the baby?" Asked the midwife. "The mummy or the auntie?"

Arne's head shot up towards the midwife as he stared at the nosy woman with annoyance. He sighed and dug into his pocket, bringing out a small sack of five gold coins.

"Here." He handed her the sack. "A token of our gratitude."

The midwife smiled and nodded, stepping back.

"Let me name her." Ysir said. If she wasn't going to raise the child as her own she could at least live happily with the knowledge that she was the one that named her.

"Well alright then." Arne said. "We will make the decision together."

"I was thinking," Frida said, her eyes fixated on the baby, "For the past few months, that if it was a boy, we would name it Erik, like Arne said. But since, she's a girl, we could name her Camicazi. It's a beautiful name."

"Oh, that's quite a lovely name. I like that." Arne said, happily, and the midwife nodded in agreement, standing behind him.

Ysir blinked. It was a beautiful name. But she wasn't going to give Frida the privilege of naming her own baby.

"No." Ysir said, strong and clear. "I will name her. By myself.

Arne and Frida exchanged glances.

"Oh." Frida sighed, "Of course." She then sat down on a chair, pushing it towards the right, so she could be next to her husband.

Ysir felt pressure as the midwife, her husband, and his wife stared at her, waiting for her to decide.

She looked at her baby, who was staring back at her. She is beautiful. Ysir thought. The baby rolled around, the sunlight reflecting on her rosy cheeks.

"Astrid." Ysir said. "It was also my grandmother's name. And...she's beautiful, just like her."

"Astrid..." Arne repeated and then looked at Frida who nodded back at him in approval. "I like it. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

"Astrid!" He said again as he took the baby from Ysir's arms and lifted her in air. Frida laughed, "Be careful! She's not toy!"

Arne and Frida laughed as they took turns in holding the baby. Ysir sighed and leaned her head back, silent tears dropping down her face. She wish she could be as happy as them.

Arne held Astrid and opened the door, walking to the other room, where the rest of the relatives and his friends were waiting. His voice echoed around Ysir's head.

"Astrid Hofferson!" Arne happily yelled. "Her name is Astrid Hofferson!"

#astrid hofferson #astrid #rtte viggo #viggo grimborn #race to the edge #viggstrid #httyd #fanfiction #writing #vigstrid

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