Faulty Wiring and Gentle Ghosts

From this request: could you do one where you’re a hunter undercover at a haunted hotel with a regular salt and burn and so are the Winchesters who you have never met and you’re both under cover and it’s sorta funny because you keep running into each other trying to be casual


‘All right, ghostie,’ you thought, turning the corner of the darkened hallway. ‘Show yourself so I can take care of you and get some sleep.’

This hotel had long promised visitors of its hauntings, specifying certain rooms as ‘hot spots’. Most people never found any evidence that it was real, but the place still brought in tons of people on the off-chance it might be.

But a few months ago, things intensified—ghost activity was at an all-time high, reports coming in nightly about things being knocked over, people being touched, voices being heard. It may be just a light-hearted spirit, one who’s trying to make contact with the living. But you knew you needed to stop it before something bad happened to one of the guests or employees.

After doing a little bit of investigating, you’d found that in all the years the hotel had been in business, only about fifteen people had died here, and only three of those were suicides. You’d come here to try and spot the ghost, to figure out which spirit was haunting the place. You didn’t want to waste time hunting down and salting and burning all the graves.

A movement caught your eye and you spun around, turning just in time to see a spirit disappearing into the wall next to you.


At that moment, two figures turned the corner at the opposite end of the hall. They had flashlights in their hand. They spotted you and stepped forward.

“You okay?” one man asked, his voice deep and gruff.

“Um, yeah?” You cocked your head to the side for a moment. “What are you two doing?”

“We’re electricians. Examining the lights.”

You looked around. The hallway was dim, sure, but did that really call for electricians? You also realized that the lights on the wall that the ghost had gone through were out. “Are there a lot of lights out?”

“A couple on every floor,” the taller man said, earning an elbow to the ribs from the other.

“Maybe it’s a wiring problem,” you suggested.

At that moment, the rest of the lights in the hallway blinked out—was that the ghost?

The men turned their flashlights on again and you turned your phone flashlight on. “Or maybe a fuse issue,” you said.

“Right,” the men said.

You waited for them to leave, but they didn’t make any sort of movement. “Now, I’m not an electrician, but wouldn’t the fuse box be in the basement?”

“Right,” the taller man said. “Right. Basement. We should… check the basement.”

The shorter man glared at him. “Of course. Why don’t you go do that, I’ll stay here.”


You’d heard a woman run out of her room screaming just as you were walking up the stairs. You ran down the hall, nearly crashing into her.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“There was a man in my room!” she said, brushing past you.

“Which room?!”

“317,” she cried, her voice trailing after her as she ran down the stairs.

You dashed down the hall, frantically trying to find room 317. You finally found it, the door still standing open. You reached into your jacket and pulled out your canister of salt—maybe you could trap the ghost in the room, keep him in one location until you could salt and burn his remains.

But just as you stepped in the room, you heard two voices.

The electricians.

“Did you get a good look at him?” the gruff voice asked.

“Yeah, but he didn’t look like any of the people we saw records of.”


“But… I think there might be a picture of him downstairs. Maybe he was the founder of the hotel or something.”

That was all you needed. You were slightly curious about who these two men were, why they were hunting for a ghost (not that you’d really believed they were electricians) but you had business to take care of. You turned and sprinted down the stairs.

Once on the main floor, you quickly scoured the walls, looking for any picture of a guy. The only things you saw were those stupid oil paintings of flowers and fruits and cherubs that practically every hotel had.

But just as you passed the front desk, you noticed a photo of an older gentleman. “Excuse me,” you said to an employee. “Who is this gentleman?”

“Oh, that’s Roger,” the woman said, a smile on her face. “He was our janitor and repair man and overall customer service representative.” The smile turned slightly sad. “He passed away a few months ago.”

You nodded. “He sounds like a wonderful man.”

“Oh, he was. He always had a kind word to say. All the workers and visitors loved him. Nothing ever bothered him.” The woman chuckled. “He loved this place like it was his child.”

“May I ask where he’s buried?”

“Eastwood Cemetery, just down the road.”

You thanked the woman and hurried out to your car.


You found the cemetery and hopped the fence. It was a small area with a lot of older stones. You quickly began to search for a newer stone or a fresh gravesite with flowers. But as you searched for the grave, your mind began to replay what the woman at the hotel had told you.

Roger loved the hotel. He loved working there.

‘He loved this place like it was his child,’ the woman had said.

Surely a man like that wouldn’t be terrorizing the hotel or its guests. He… he probably just wanted to be in the place he loved, with the people he loved.

Who were you to take him away from that?

After a few more minutes, you found the gravesite. It was indeed decorated with flowers and a wreath with a ribbon printed with the hotel’s name on it.

‘I can’t do this.’


You turned and found the fake electricians approaching you.

“You’re the girl from the hotel,” the long-haired man said.

“And you’re the electricians that aren’t really electricians from the hotel.”

“What are you doing here?” the shorter man asked.

You glanced down and saw a canister of salt in his hand. “You’re hunters.”

“What?” both men asked.

“Look,” you said. “We can’t salt and burn Roger. He’s a nice guy. He’s not hurting anyone.”

“He’s a ghost!” the shorter man said.

“But he hasn’t done anything wrong. He just… wants some comfort from the place he loved.”

The two men shared a look. You couldn’t let them do what you’d come here to do.

“I won’t let you get rid of him,” you said, stepping in front of the grave. “You’ll have to go through me to get to him.”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Just because you’re a hunter doesn’t mean you can take away someone’s happiness.”

“He’s not a person anymore!”

“Dean,” the taller man said. “She makes a good point.”

“Dammit, Sam, don’t take this stranger’s side!”

“I’ll stand here all night if I have to,” you said, digging your heels in.

You watched those green eyes dart from you to the taller man before closing in frustration. “This is so stupid…”

“Come on,” the taller man said, placing a hand on the other’s shoulder. “Let’s go. I’ll buy you a beer at the hotel bar.”

You watched as they stalked away. You listened carefully, finally hearing a car roar to life and drive off. You turned back to the headstone.

“Well, Roger,” you said, brushing your fingers over the top. “I hope those two stay away from you. And I hope you enjoy your time at the hotel as much as you did when you were alive.”

A breeze blew through the cemetery, brushing your hair slightly.

“Bye, Roger,” you said as you headed off for your car.

What Happened? (June Moone x Reader)

Request: “Can you do June Moone x Reader - June finding out that Enchantress hurt the reader?”

A/N: I’m crazy sorry how long this took, but it’s hear now. It’s short, but I hope you like it! 

Pairings: June Moon x Reader.

Warnings: Injury.

June Moone is possibly the love of your life.

You both met when you were studying to be archaeologists. Whereas she actually goes out onto the field, you instead stay home and teach.

Originally it had been a silly school girl crush you both had until eventually it became a whole lot more. You were in love, and once you got out of school you moved in together.

Everything was bliss.

So when she returned from an average dig, you knew something was up. She hardly speaks to you and barely touches you as if she’s afraid of hurting you.

It’s lonely.

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anonymous asked:

Shorbie Song fic based on "Talk Me Down" by Troye Sivan

This actually reminded me that I have to watch the music videos for Blue Neighbourhood. So thank you! Also, this song is beautiful. Give it a listen while you read. (Italics are lyrics)

Talk Me Down

I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
And I wanna come home to you
But home is just a room full of my safest sounds
Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3AM shadow
I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone

You and Shorbie met by chance. You were both fresh out of college and frightened of the new world. One night after you were both out with your respective friends, the two of you walked up the stairs and found that you lived in neighboring apartments. You both smiled shyly at each other  then turned to open your doors. You fumbled with your key a bit, but he full on dropped it. You laughed to yourself and placed your hand on his trembling one.

“Want to watch a movie?”

You were surprised to hear yourself say that and it seemed he was too. He nodded and picked up his key. You unlocked your door and wished that this was one of your clean weeks because this cute guy could not see your apartment when it was a pigsty. You opened the door and were happy to see that it was only a little messy that day. You sighed in relief and gestured for him to come in. 

“Sorry for the mess,” you said.

“Compared to my place, this is immaculate. Mine always looks like a fucking tornado ran through it.”

He chuckled to himself after saying that and you found that his laugh makes you laugh and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. You cleared off your couch and plopped down. You pulled up Netflix on your TV and patted the space next to you. He sat down hesitantly then relaxed.

“Ever seen Adventures in Babysitting?” You asked.

He shook his head and you gasped dramatically. 

“The boy has been robbed of the classics!” You exclaimed. 

He laughed again and you felt pride at having made him laugh. You put on the movie and got up to make popcorn. You watched the movie with him with a bit of commentary from the both of you. He would throw popcorn at you when you threatened to spoil something. You would throw popcorn at him when he made those sarcastic quips about events in the movie. The movie eventually ended with more popcorn on your couch and each other than in either of your stomachs. You both laughed at the sight. He reached over and took a piece out of your hair. His hand lingered just a little bit too long and your laughter stopped. He bit his lip and you found yourself licking yours. Then his phone vibrated and the moment ended.

“I, uh, I should go to my apartment,” he said awkwardly.

“I suppose. See you later?”

“Of course, neighbor.”

He winked before picking up his key and leaving out. You waited for the door to shut before sinking down into the couch and sighing. Popcorn be damned. In one night, you two had gained the familiarity of childhood friends, but there was also a tension. A tension that only grew after that hair moment. You couldn’t wait for another movie night.

Another one happened a few days later and this time, he was the one to say, “Movie?”

You two were like this for months, watching movies you adored and he hadn’t seen. Some things changed, of course. You exchanged numbers and met each other’s friends. Sometimes he brought take out and you would eat that instead of popcorn. It was comfortable and lovely until The Incident.

The Incident happened during one of your movie nights. The movie had ended and you both were still laughing at the final scene. Then he stopped laughing and looked at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“Take a picture. It’ll l-”

And then his lips crashed on yours and you found yourself responding. Your hands took root in his hair and his hands gripped your hips. You two just stayed like that for what felt like a little eternity. Your lips were making up for the repressed kiss that happened the first night you two met. 

The kiss had to end and you were more than disappointed. 

“We’ll do this again, sweetheart,” you whispers after softly laughing at your upset expression.



He got up and you immediately missed him. Little did you know that soon there would be little cause to miss him. You two dated for two months until you finally got to go in his apartment. He was nervous and you could tell that he had been cleaning up. He bounced on the  balls of his feet until you smiled at him and said, “It’s perfect.”

After that, you alternated between movies at your place, video games at his place, and actual dates in the real world. It only took three more months before you gave each other keys to your apartments. Then it was just a long sleepover. Sometimes he was at your place and others you were at his. You learned he loved when you wore his t-shirts to bed. He learned that you woke up before him just to be able to play with his hair in peace. It was bliss. Then it wasn’t. 

You were out with your friends in a club. You had wanted to actually just go home and sleep for once, but they dragged you out.You were laughing and dancing with your friends when you spotted him. At first, you were glad to see him, then you saw what he was doing, or rather who. His and were on her ass and hers were in his hair. Your chest tightened and you felt the tears stinging in your eyes. You pulled him away from her and demanded, “How long?”

He looked shocked and ashamed and started to say, “Babe, she doesn’t mean-”

“How. Long.”

“Three weeks,” he admitted and looked down. 

You shook your head and managed a “Fuck you” before storming out.

You ran past your friends and past the club. You ran until you couldn’t anymore, Then you cried until your eyes ran dry.You called a friend who had stayed home to come pick you up and drive you home. When you got in their car, they didn’t ask questions and, for that, you were grateful. You got out the car and took out your key to his apartment and went in. You collected every single thing that was yours and you returned it to your apartment. Then you took all his stuff and left it in his apartment along with your key. You shut his door and it carried such a finality that when you reentered your apartment, you just slid down the door until you were on the floor crying your eyes out. After a while, you heard knocks at your door.

“Y/N! Y/N! I want to apologize!”

His voice still gave you butterflies and you hated him for it.

“She, she was just sex. You were, are something real. Your hand in mine, sleeping in the same bed, that’s something that only you could make better than sex. I know i fucked up, but-but I can’t lose you.”

You just kept quiet until you heard him walk away. 

I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
So come over now and talk me down
I wanna hold hands with you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
And I wanna get close to you
Cause your hands and lips still know their way around
And I know I like to draw the line when it starts to get too real
But the less time that I spend with you, the less you need to heal

He gave you your space but kept the key to your apartment. He never came to visit, though. Once a week, he would leave a voicemail on your phone begging for a second chance, Late at night, you would listen to those messages and you would almost call. You never did and you couldn’t tell if that was the right decision. 

One night, you went home and he was in your apartment and you almost ran into his arms, but you stopped yourself and contented yourself with taking in every detail of his body. The bags under his eyes were deeper and he seemed thinner. Was your breakup affecting him that much?

“Before you kick me out, hear me out. I, I was dumb. Scratch that, I was a fucking idiot. I couldn’t see that I had someone so perfect in front of me. I couldn’t see that you were perfect for me and I didn’t need anyone else. I couldn’t see it, but now I do. I see it and I kick myself every goddamn day for hurting you. I know that what I did was absolutely scummy. I accept that I’m walking trash, but you saw something in me before and I just want you to see something again.”

You shook your head before dropping your keys and running into his arms. He stood still in shock for a second before running his hands all over your body and kissing away the tears streaming down your face. You laughed that he still could turn your body into putty in his hands after all this time. He finally put his lips softly on yours and that’s when you know that you made the right decision. 

I wanna sleep next to you
But that’s all I wanna do right now
So come over now and talk me down
(Talk me down)

So if you don’t mind, I’ll walk that line
Stuck on the bridge between us
Gray areas and expectations
But I’m not the one if we’re honest, yeah
But I wanna sleep next to you
And I wanna come home to you
I wanna hold hands with you
I wanna be close to you

But I wanna sleep next to you
And that’s all I wanna do right now
And I wanna come home to you
But home is just a room full of my safest sounds
So come over now and talk me down
(Talk me down)

“Baby, I will be the best for you. I will never hurt you again. I may not be your forever, but please let me be your right now. Okay?”

You nod and he smiles. You forgot how much you loved that smile.

What happened next? Well…turns out he was your forever.

I cut the key giving scene to not make this terribly long. Should I post just the key scene? Oh my goodness, this was long. It was so fun to write, though. Also, this is a heartbreaking song and I could have easily made this a very sad pic, but I’m a sucker for happy endings. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it.


    shiro absolutely took that picture of matt and pidge

anonymous asked:

Okay so what if you were Charles's daughter, same age as Scott & everyone. You fell in love with Scott, & you guys had always been super close, then right before you were going to tell him your feelings, he told you he'd asked Jean out & she said yes. You figured your feelings would go away, but they never did. Maybe you two went out / had sex or something like that when he & Jean broke up for a little while, but he ultimately went back to Jean. When you met Logan, you were both like [1/3]

“Neither of us can have who we want; might as well be with each other.” So you guys have a sort of friends with benefits relationship. Sex + occasional romance + friendship + understanding. Scott is jealous that you’re with Logan, b/c he hates him, & he does have some feelings for you. (Jean is jealous that Logan is with you, b/c she hates you, & she does have some feelings for Logan.) Then, Jean dies in X2 (yes, I know DOFP fucked up the timeline, but just roll with it)& Scott turns to you for comfort. Eventually, it turns into something more. Then Jean starts getting in his head, prompting him to go to Alkali Lake. He tells you to stay home, but you follow him, in case it isn’t really Jean & he’s crushed all over again. You manage to stop Jean just before she kills Scott. He realizes that she isn’t the woman he fell in love with anymore; that woman is gone. Also, while he did love Jean, he really does love you, too. & Everyone lives happily ever after.

I’m deadass crying

Cian: “Congratulations on your promotion! I knew you could do it. Just moved into town and you’re already running the city!”

Esme smiled in response. “Haha, thanks Cian, that’s really kind. I’m just a Technician though, nothing special.”

Cian: “Oh please! You’re more than special; we all love you here! You should have heard Mae after you two met. We both think that you’re great!”

She couldn’t help the light blush that fell upon her cheeks, glancing up at the artist.

Cian invited Esme over to his house for the first time, enthusiastically showing her all of his paintings.

The venue was absolutely beautiful and this kitchen… Was everything… Even a little haunted! 😫🎂👻
Congratulations Bahar and Ernesto! I hope you guys really enjoy your big day!!!! So glad to have met you both!❤️👰🎩🎉
Also, your picture reminds me of a young cocaine dealing boy prostitute. It touches me😏 (at Orcutt Ranch Horticulture Center)

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anonymous asked:

Ship please? And congrats on 3k! I'm really quiet and shy, but will stand up for what I believe in (esp if someone is being wronged). My friends come to me for advice and comfort. But I'm not without flaws, I am stubborn, prideful, and I can be pretty moody. I enjoy gardening, reading, hiking, traveling, and curio shops. I hate mind games, too much noise, crowded places, and being the center of attention.

I ship you with……

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

This adorable puppy!

He doesn’t mind your flaws, and appreciates your honesty. He came to you for advice as a kid, and still does to this day.

You both met at a school that he passed through a few different times, and you always clicked, no matter what age or phase either of you were going through at the time. He appreciated your kind nature, and your shyness grew on him. Whenever he passed through your area, he always made sure to stop by and bring along a rare book or two for you to have, until he eventually offered for you to join him and his brother on a forever road trip.

So basically he is a huge dork who is smitten and has trouble building up the nerve to ask you anything, let alone ask you out. You may need to ask him out. ;D

Thank you for your congratulations and thank you for following! :D


Dear Mum ( @stefigerm ) & Darren ( @residentgoober ),

I’m super excited to be getting a new baby brother! Ahaha. 

Congratultions! You have such a wonderful family and this new addition is going to make things even more perfect! I can’t wait to meet him. I know he is going to be just as amazing as you guys are! I am so happy to have met you both!

I’ve put together a diaper cake and a basket, both filled with things that will be useful and fun for your new baby boy. (Or at least I hope so, I’m not very good with this baby thing, but I’ve tried my best! I also could not resist the little Mickey Mouse ear hat. It was too adorable!) I really hope that you enjoy it.

Wishing you all of the best in this new journey ahead of you!

Love, Margot